#and then showed his bro a psychology book or something

[capesch-arts]

It's so poetic(?) that Yoichi developed his good morals and AFO developed his want to be demon lord™ at the same time when they were reading comic books together

Like both were just "strays" doing whatever they do to survive. Not evil, not good. And then BAM!

I'm sorry it's such *chef's kiss* noice

[mingis-orangejuice]

Using Reverse Psychology On The Demon Bros

Warnings/Genres: manipulation(in a cute way, kinda?), mentions of diets (only in Beel’s part) fluff, crack

I feel like all the Brothers would fall for reverse psychology so easily. I don’t think MC would purposely try to manipulate them (at least not all the time), they would just say things that happen to make the brothers suddenly want to help them lol

Lucifer

-He’s literally the avatar of pride, if you wound his pride he’d be quick to try and prove you wrong

-MC: Lucifer can you help me with my potions homework?

-Lucifer: MC, can’t you see I'm extremely busy with paperwork for Lord Diavolo so that will have to wait for now

-MC: Fine, I guess I'll just go ask Satan, he’s the smart one anyway… *turns to leave *

-Lucifer: *is instantly standing in front of you within half a second looking all flustered and grabs your notebook from you* Let me take a look at that for you 

Mammon:

-Even tho he’s a Simp for you he’s also a bit lazy so you’ll need to ask him multiple times for help when it comes to any type of hard work.

-MC: Mammon, can you help me carry some boxes from the attic Lucifer says we need to start getting rid of some of the useless junk up there.

-Mammon: Nah I got better things to do than menial labour for Lucifer

-MC: ok I guess I‘ll ask Beel to help, He can probably carry all the boxes in one trip, we’d get it done so quickly ☺️ 

-cue Mammon zooming up to the attic trying to stack all the boxes to prove that he can lift way more than his little brother.

Levi:

-Levi would definitely be the easiest to trick with this since he’s already constantly jealous of his brothers anytime they spend time with you.

-MC: Levi it’s my day to cook dinner do you want to come shopping for the ingredients with me?

-Levi: Sorry MC I’m on hour 9 of rewatching TSL, plus it's too bright outside. Why don’t you pull up a cushion and we can watch it together?

-MC: Oh that's ok I guess I'll go ask as Asmo, he’s been wanting to take me out on a date anyway *You close his door and start walking down the hall to Asmo’s room

-Levi: D..D..D.. Date! Wait MC no I’ll take you, I didn’t realize you were asking me out on a date, wait please come back!

Satan:

-I feel like he would also get jealous really quickly. Especially if you bring up Lucifer he would go full-on rage mode. Basically, anything that works on Lucifer will work on him too.

-MC: *pointing to one of the many books in his room* can I read that one? it looks cool.

-Satan: No MC it's cursed you could get hurt

-MC: ok *walks away*

-later MC is on the couch reading a book they borrowed from Lucifer

-Satan: *sees you reading the book Lucifer recommended, runs to his room to get the cursed book you wanted to read earlier* wait MC read this instead !!!!

-MC: but you said it was cursed

-Satan: it's fine I’ll figure out how to cure you just drop that other book NOW!

Asmo:

-Asmo would definitely get upset if you complimented someone else

-he wants to be the only one MC goes to for beauty advice 

-MC: Asmo can you share your skincare routine with me?

-Asmo: My dear MC I can't just give away my secrets to looking this gorgeous *walks away*

-later at RAD

-MC talking to Simeon: Wow Simeon your skin is positively glowing what products do you use, you’re so beautiful!

-Simeon: *blushing* oh, let me show you, I use…

-Asmo who had been eavesdropping: *Grabs MC’s arm* MC why don’t we head home I have to show you how gorgeous I look when I’m doing my skincare routine! 

Beel:

-I don’t wanna be cliche but reverse psychology would only work on Beel if it was about food

-Beel is always ready to help so there wouldn’t be too many situations where you’d get to use reverse psychology on him. Like if you asked him to help carry something he would do it, no questions asked. 

- but if you wanted some of his food, especially if it was something special that he’s been looking forward to it might be a bit difficult.

-MC forgot their lunch and saw Beel eating in the cafeteria: Beel can I have some of your food it looks really good!

-Beel: *looks at MC and then looks at his food* uh this is the limited edition Goliath Hellfire pizza from Hell’s Kitchen each customer is only allowed to purchase 1 in their entire lifetime. 

-MC: oh it's okay I just hadn’t had lunch today, I guess I can just go ask Asmo for some of his lunch

-Beel: *Grabs MC’s wrist to stop them from leaving* Asmo is on a diet again so there’s no way he has enough for both of you to get enough, here MC have some of mine *sits MC down and  hands them a slice of pizza that's almost double the size of their body

(this one was a stretch cuz I feel like Beel would have given MC some food anyway but I couldn’t think of anything for him, but I also didn't want to leave him out)

Belphie:

-He is the definition of unbothered he doesn’t care if you go out with the others cuz he’s too lazy to go out but also he knows the moment you sit down he can just fall asleep on you and now you’re stuck with him 

-but other than that I think he’d be just a little possessive of his nap stuff tho like blankets pillows etc… 

-you know he has the best stuff so if you want to have a great sleep you’ll need to ask to borrow them.

-MC: Belphie can I use your fancy sleep pillow I can’t sleep

-Belpihe: *pretends to sleep on the couch so he doesn't have to give MC his favourite pillow*

-Mammon: Don’t worry MC come sleep on my bed it's crazy comfy you'll definitely fall asleep right away.

-Belphie: *Throws the pillow at MC and pulls them onto the couch to take a nap with him-Mammon: Hey they were gonna sleep in my room tonight!

[idesofrevolution]

The Journey of Dr. Santana Fabrega

There's nothing quite like your bro slobberin' over your sweaty feet while tokin' on a hookah. Let me just tell you- everybody's happy. I'm stoked to be stoned and minty fresh, and he's happy to taste my ripe size 12's. Who isn't the happiest? The folks. Sure, I dropped out of college, sure I started focusing one hundred percent on my art, sure I have a parade of guys out of my little basement lair... but I never got why they had to be such fuckin' buzzkills.

Ever since they joined that church when I was at uni, my parents have been sucked into the Evangelical cult. Not the whole lifting your hands up to Jesus & speaking in tongues sort of church, by the way. Man, they're out there with picket signs at sex clinics, bannin' books at the high school, all that crazy fuckin' Christian Nation bullshit. They're my parents, so I love 'em and whatever. But fuck, those psychos really fucked 'em up. So now, their crusade is "curing" me of my gayness. Didn't really matter that I'm pan, they don't really know the difference. They don't really care about the difference, though. Not straight, not right.

So when they caught me the other day with Sam cleanin' my dick in the basement, it was World War 3. Man, a Nuclear Bomb would have less energy than my mom's hysterical shrieking. It's Florida, so it's nothing the neighbors haven't heard before. But, shit. I thought my eardrums were gonna pop. They stomped off upstairs, bein' all 'we are going to talk about this later, Santiago.' So, I let Sammy finish up, I pulled on some shorts and I went upstairs to face the fire while he snuck out the basement window. Fuck, I wished I were him.

The 'family meeting' went about as well as you'd expect. Threats of burning in hell for all eternity, demands that I find the Lord, etc. Apparently he doesn't like a lot of things about me: my weed, my tattoos, my sexuality, my piercings, my hair for some reason? I don't know man, I just tuned out after a while. What I did catch, though, they were sending me to substance abuse counseling. Couldn't help but laugh, and that sent dad through the fuckin' roof.

"Doctor Fabrega is going to teach you some manners, young man. Make you a Godly man, like you should be." Yada yada yada. He should have known better than to give me the doc's name. After the ass reaming, I made my way back downstairs to the computer. It took five minutes of research to find this Doctor Fabrega. Turns out he's a Christian Therapist, but that wasn't what was most interesting. Down in his specializations, buried beneath substance abuse & cognitive behavioral therapy was a word that caught my eye: licensed Hypnotherapist.

I knew exactly what kind of bullshit they were tryin' to pull on me. But when I was enrolled at U Miami, my major was Psychology. Not only that, but I still happened to have access to the university library. Oops.

I texted Sammy, knowing I was gonna be up all night doing research, and that my dick would need some appropriate attention under the desk. I was gonna show this motherfucker just how sick it really is to be like me.

---

The waiting room was bullshit. Cold white walls, bright wood floors... It looked straight out of an IKEA ad. I'd already been there for like 20 minutes past my appointment time, giving me just enough time to scroll through the last chapter on my phone. I hear the receptionist call out my name, and I head toward the office. Just as bullshit as the waiting room. It's like the guy wants to live in a psych ward- no color anywhere. At least get a blacklight or something.

"Santiago Rivera. Welcome, I'm Dr. Fabrega." The guy was hot as fuck, not gonna lie. Looked like he was straight out of Sao Paulo- even with the fancy suit you can't hide muscle like that. "Please, sit. It's so good to meet you." His voice was so weird. Speaking every word with like, perfect diction. You know those AI voices that talk that way? That's what it was like, as if he were trying so hard to hide an accent underneath.

"Just call me Santi, doc." I plopped down on the leather chair, might have put my feet up on his coffee table (don't recall), and he just looked at me like he was looking in a microscope. No idea what the deal was. He walked over to the couch and sat down with my file and started to drone on.

"Alright, Santi, it says here that your parents are pretty concerned about your behavior lately. You're 23 years old and a college dropout, you take illicit drugs, you have no job, and you're having unnatural thoughts. That's quite the list, bud." He was so fuckin smug, that sort of punchable glibness that only comes from a particular kind of self righteousness. Like Jesus himself came down and kissed them.

"So, first off. I did drop out of college, because I couldn't afford it. Second, I sure the fuck do smoke green because it's a) fun, and b) prescribed to me by my real doctor. Third, I do have a job. I do graphic design and graffiti art and I pay my own bills with it. And last off, yup: I fucked him." He sat there, somehow shocked that I told him how it was right off the bat. I'm not playing his little game, and that made him angry.

"I see. So you have no remorse for any of this? I believe your parents are very right to be concerned about where your life is headed."

"Fascinating, considering I'm moving out at the end of the month and they won't need to deal with my life. So. You married?" He was thrown off by that, just as I'd hoped. Right out of the blue. Knocks them off kilter for a second. An easy question to answer, so they usually do.

"Uh, well, no I'm not married. Is that your concern in all this?" Man, I couldn't help but laugh. He's trying to be sarcastic?

"Where did ya go to school for... whatever this is." This made him close my file, he even put it on the table and crossed his arms.

"I went to Liberty University, top of my class in their Doctor of Psychology program. You, it seems didn't make it that far, so you might not know what 'this' is." Oooh, he's big mad. I thought, let's push it. I did what most of my guys love, but would piss him off, I kicked off the Vans. Made sure I wore my skating shoes that day, the super ripe ones with the same damp socks. When they came off, those puppies let their presence be known.

"Sounds boring. Boring then, boring now. I got accepted into the Art Institute in Savannah, so I'll be headed that way soon. Be legit soon, then you wouldn't have anything to say. How's your sex life?" He thought he was so tough, not flinching at the musk, nor my question. But I knew both hit him right where I wanted. The question to make him mad, the stink to get him hot.

"Santiago, I think we should continue with our session. You can put your shoes back on and we can try some exercises to help you think a bit more clearly." I crossed my ankles, wriggling my toes a bit.

"I think they need some air. Are you gonna try and hypnotize me now? Or is that the last ditch effort when everything else fails?" He leaned back in his seat, the grimace growing stronger. "That stuff is not that hard to master. A couple days really and you got it down."

"Is that so?" He ground his teeth as he spat out his words. "It seems you know all there is to know, then." Time to hit it home.

"You know what, let's put money on it, doc. Hundred bucks says I can put you under." I got him, his eyebrow shifted just enough for me to see.

"This isn't a casino, Santiago. I don't bet money on client's health." I couldn't help but smirk. He left an opening I couldn't pass up.

"Aight, no money then. If I put you under, I get the bragging rights. If I don't, I'll play your stupid games. Win-win for you, nothing to lose but your dignity." Hook, line and sinker; he leaned in, grabbing the remote on the table next to him. He tapped a button, and the shades started to come down.

"Well then, Mr. Rivera. I wish you luck."

The room got dark. Really fuckin' dark. Fabrega hit another button on the remote, and a cool blue washed over the room. Gotta say, tight LED system. I kicked my shoes off the table, and scooted my chair forward. Showtime.

"Alright, Santana, I want you to just take deep breaths." He squirmed at my use of his first name, one last dig before I brain fucked him. He took his deep breaths one at a time, slowly getting deeper and deeper. "As I count down from one to ten, each number will bring you closer and closer to relaxation. Picture a long tunnel, at the end, a bright white light. With every number, you take a step forward to the light, do you understand?"

He nodded, it was an induction I'd made up this morning. I started from 10, telling him his first step he could feel the tingling relaxation in the tips of his fingers, slowly crawling up his hands and forearms. 9. Another step, the tingling creeps up his big muscly arms and shoulders. 8. One more step, the tingling is pushing up his neck and throat, reaching his tongue and teeth. 7. The tingling bursts into his head, a paradoxical rush of relaxation, a fog of dissonance washes over his brain as thoughts collide and crash about. 6. The tingling washes down his spine, flowing through his nerves into every part of his body. His body feels electric, a painless jolt running throughout him. I watched as he tensed up, his big muscles contracting and bunching him up. It was working.

We get to 5, starting at the crown of his head, the volts decrease, turning lugubrious and liquified like molasses sloshing about in his head. 4. The light is so close he can feel the heat, but his body is cooled as the syrupy fluid flows down over him like a waterfall, pooling in his big feet as it fills every crevice. 3. It feels as if he's trudging through mud toward the light, his legs feeling wobbly and gelatinous. 2. So close, his whole body feels like a massless blob, inching toward the final drop into the cavernous light. 1. He crawls toward the ledge, plummeting down into the endless void of bright white light. There, he will sit as I have a little bit of fun.

"Alright, Santana. Can you hear me in there?" Fabrega nods, expressionless. Fuck, that was maybe a 80/20 chance I was gonna fuck this shit up so bad. But I guess God really is on my side here. "Whenever I ask a question, you will answer truthfully. Whatever I say you will incorporate into your life. Now, Santana, what do you do when you're not at work?" His lips moved slowly and replied in monotone.

"I go to the gym, I go to the golf course, I hire my date, and I go home." Ooooh shit. He's giving my friends on the corners a decent living, good for him. Hardly a Godly thing to do. Either way, it was a perfect place to start.

"You love going to the gym, don't you, Santana?" He nodded. "You love gettin' all sweaty don't you?" His head began to shake, his expression furrowing a bit in disgust. "No, Santana. You love getting all sweaty. The feeling of those cool droplets on your hot muscles during a hard workout? Doesn't it feel good?" He pauses, before reluctantly nodding. Ahh I love gettin my fingers in his brain, never ceases to please. "You love that funk that comes off your sweat, Santana. You love sniffin your pits, your big feet, your balls... That musk means you're workin' hard. Keeping in shape. Staying virile. Isn't that right?" He nodded, squirming in the chair. I watched his body try to reject the instructions, try to rebel, but just one repetition had his back to stillness.

"You don't even like golf, do you?" He nodded, I didn't even need to manipulate him. "You much prefer hitting the beach, don't you? Seein' all the guys and gals starin' at your glorious bod... You love it, don't you?" He nodded, the side of his lip curling ever so slightly. "You love bringing out the speedo, letting the goods hang low, letting the buns bulge... you know they all wanna see it anyway..." He nodded again, it was like taking candy from a baby. The guy had the mental fortitude of a frog.

"You like fucking, too. You can have any girl or guy on the street with a single wink." He nodded, and I couldn't help but watch as his groin started to bulge. "Yeah, boy. You love taking that horse cock and plowing it into some ass... plowing it into some pussy... fucking their pretty little mouths..." Drool started to drip from the corner of his lip, and a little wet spot quickly appeared on his pants. "You're a freak, aren't you, Santana? You like fuckin' in the car, in the sauna, at the gym, under the desk... gushing gallons into them while you shove your sneaker on their face." He was moaning, slowly grinding against the open air. Can't lie, I was gropin' myself a bit just watching him.

"Now, Santana. I'm going to bring you back to your office, but when I do, you are going to be super laid back and chill with Santi during your sessions. If he says the word 'sniff' you will return to this space, return to an open mind, just as we have done here today. Do you understand?" He nodded one final time before I began his emergence. Counting back from one to ten, I watched as he slowly came back to the real world, and with one snap, he blinked his eyes and wiped his brow.

"Well, doc. I got the bragging rights." Fabrega pinched the bridge of his nose, as if he had a headache. Time to see if it had all paid off.

"Uhh... yeah... Santi. You got me there..." Perfect. He pulled his hand away from his nose, clicking the shades back up to their little hole. It didn't take long until he saw the wet patch on his bulbous package. He chuckled under his breath. "You'll have to excuse the mess, Santi... I have hyperspermia, so sometimes it all just flows out." Hot- and totally unprofessional. Just how I like 'em. I leaned back in my chair, smirkin' the whole way.

"Damn, doc. Firehose down there. Gonna have to show me sometime." He smirked and waved me off.

"I don't fraternize with clients, Santi. Oh, look at the time. I'm late for my 5:30. Alright, I'll see you next week." He stood up, extending his hand, his whole demeanor entirely changed. I slipped my Vans back on, spitting on my hand before gripping his. He shuddered a bit, sure. But we were gonna get real close, real quick.

---

The next few days flew by. My folks were so excited to see that I was looking forward to seeing Dr. Fabrega, and I loved knowing what they didn't. I was excited to see if Dr. Fabrega was gonna be Santana. So when I finally got back in for my appointment, I didn't need to wait long at all. Only five minutes and the door swung open, the receptionist completely flustered. The anticipation was killing me. She sat down behind her computer with tunnel vision and I walked into the office.

At first, I thought it was empty. He wasn't sitting at his desk, on the couch... but as I heard huffing from the balcony, I knew where to find him. I walked up to the sliding glass door, and turned outside to see one hell of a sight.

It was Santana. Nothing on but his whitie-tighties and his damp socks doing pushups on the bench. Fuck, those muscles were glistening in the light, his underwear with damp patches on his ass and bulge. His clothes sat in a pile near his head: jeans, a Miami Heat jersey, some sick dunks I wanted to steal... far from the stuffy suit he had on just the week before. He finally noticed me, and smiled.

"Santi! Hey! Just finishing up my lunch workout. Thought I'd get a session in today on the balcony. Damn, the fresh air is good for exercise!" I smirked. It was night and day. So far, gone was the bible thumping hypocrite, and here was what was underneath. If anything I was doing him a service.

"Shit, Santana! You're looking prime today. You gonna funk out our session today, or?" I punched him in the shoulder, and he giggled like a kid.

"It's eau naturale, my friend. Natural water. That's what it smells like." He slipped on his jeans and his big fuckin' sneakers, tossing the jersey over his head while we walked in. He trailed some deliciously ripe musk, and I couldn't help but savor a bit of it. We plopped down on our seats, and just started shootin' shit. I bitched about the parents, he bitched about his receptionist, I told him about Sammy suckin' my dick clean, and he told me about the threesome with a gym bro and his girlfriend. He was coming along beautifully. Though, I thought to myself, how's about a round two?

"Dude, by the way, those kicks are fuckin' tight." I pointed to the dunks, which he smugly kicked up onto the coffee table, showing them off.

"Thanks, man. They're the lifting shoes. My work boots, heh." I reached out, grabbing ahold of his foot, and yanked it off. He chuckled like a fuckin' idiot while I looked at 'em. Size 13, nice and big- and the smell wafting out of there... Fuck, man.

"Damn, dude you never wash your socks? These stink!" I playfully tossed the shoe at him, and just as he started to brush off the comment, I said my magic word. "Sniff it." Like a flipped lightswitch, his expression turned numb, slowly bringing the shoe to his nose and inhaling his own musk. I clapped my hands, rubbing them together: let's do a little more programming.

"Santana, You're a pretty chill guy, you know that?" He nodded. "You smoke, don't you? You know, the good shit?" Deep in his mind, he had to know it was me talking at this point, so I was talking to him like a bro. Establishes trust, ya know? He shook his head no. "Ahh, come on man. You love kickin' back and toking on that reefer after a long workout." Santana chuckled a bit, before nodding, still nose deep in his sneaker. "Yeah, you love smokin' out your bros, your babes... when you're not shootin' tequila!" He full out laughed on that one, nodding along. The sneaker slowly dropped from his hand, and he laid back in his chair.

"How old are you, Santana?"

"28." Shit, he was only a few years older than me. I mean, he looked young. But hell, you wouldn't have known it from the way he acted.

"Where are you from?" "Rio de Janeiro." Interesting. I clocked the accent. I was pretty proud of myself.

"Why do you try so hard to hide it? The way you talk, the way you dress, the way you act... You act like you're from Ohio." Another chuckle, I should have had a Netflix special. "You're gonna embrace that Brazilian pride, bro. Don't hide it for some mayo drinking buzzkills!" He furrowed his brow, nodding intently. This one was for his own fuckin' good. Be proud of that shit! "You should get some ink to really embrace it. Nothin' sexier than a tatted up stud, am I right?" He nodded again, his bulge once more springing to life. I smirked, simply wanting to know a little something somethin'.

"Do you think Santi is hot?" He sat there for a second, before slowly smiling and nodding. I didn't even need to program that one. Aww, big old himbo. "You're not afraid to let him know, are ya? I mean if you tell his crazy fuckin' parents that he's cured... He wouldn't be your patient anymore... Right?" His bulge twitched again, and he smirked devilishly as he nodded. "You like it when he's all up in your brain, don't you? You like it when he gets his dick deep in there and mind fucks you into a chill, laid back stud. Don't ya?" The dampness grew and his breath got heavy. He nodded, drooling down the sides of his cheeks. "Yeah, you wanna let him in completely, don't ya? Make you like him?" Moans grew, and his thrusting in the air quickened pace. "You wanna be best bros with him, don't ya? Bros with benefits... hangin' out, smokin' weed, hittin' the clubs, swappin' spit... swappin' cum... swappin' subs..." He started fuckin' howl. He was beggin' to splurge. "When I tell you, you will cum. And when you do, everything we talked about will be your truth. Now... Cum."

His eyes opened, still moaning loudly. He gripped onto his jeans, pulling down the waistband and underwear, that big old uncut donkey dick flopping out before shooting his load all over himself. Volley after volley. He wasn't kidding about the hyperspermia: maybe four double shots of his spunk sprayed like a geyser into the air. The 8th Natural Wonder of the World. He laid back and chuckled, throwing his arms behind his head.

"Fuck, brother!" The thickest accent flowed of those lips, deliciously thick. "After today, that'll be down your throat, cara." He pointed at me, hopping to his feet and shoving his python back into his pants. "So, I'll write your discharge papers, it'll get the pais off your back. Act the part until you're out, and just go live." Fuck yeah, we high fived, and I ruffled that sweaty mullet of his. "Hey, come over tonight. I got some friends comin' over... if you and Sammy wanna join." He winked and slapped my back. Damn, I did good.

"I'll be there, man! You save me a round so I can show you how to clean this dick." I groped my bulge, smirking as his bit his lip and winked. I've created a monster.

---

"Ei, sexy! Come get a toke before it's gone!" Such a demanding little bitch, I love him. I slipped his filled condom off my cock, the kinky fucker insisted, and I happily complied. If I'm being real, this psycho has taught me things! I flushed it down the toilet, and swung the bathroom door open to see him lounging on his bed, toking away at the blunt I packed.

"Hey you fuckin' hog, don't you smoke it all!" He chuckled dumbly, reaching over to hand me the blunt, taking the opportunity to snatch my wrist and pull me forward into a kiss. Fuck those lips were so good, pressed against mine or around my cock. "Isn't Carrie coming over soon? You gonna be able to get off so quick?" I pushed away, taking my puff.

"Ahh, plenty to go around, eh?" He groped that musky bulge that I had a feeling Sammy would be huffing later. "Ey, bring me my pants. We can go get a shot before she gets here." Heh, the last month or so crashing with him has been fuckin' sick. The folks think I'm rooming with some guy from the church, when really I'm gooning with my therapist every night in his bed. Savannah is letting me take online courses, I'll have my B.A. in a couple of years, and I'm already getting some gallery hits. Santana is gonna be my armcandy for the opening, and I told him to forget his deodorant. Fuck he’s perfect. But a thought had crept in my head the other day. One last program, one final idea planted in his head... Though, at this point, there was no need to put him under. I'd just ask him.

"Hey, so I gotta go to Georgia to finish up some paperwork at the school. It got me thinking... I'm followin' my dream. What about you?" I tossed him his pants and passed the blunt, taking a deep whiff of those ripe dunks before throwing them his way too.

"I could go back to the practice, though I think the bible thumpers would lose their minds, heh."

"Well... What we did for eachother... What if you did it for others?" I slowly got down to my knees, a smirk crawling across my face. "What if you could help those poor... misguided young men change their lives?" I crawled toward him, spreading his legs wide as I tossed his legs over my shoulders. "Wouldn't that be so... so... fun?" I slowly pulled down his musky briefs, releasing his monstrous cock again, the musky hooded beast slapping me on my cheek. "Then, we could have so... many... new.. friends..." I pulled down his slimy hood and wrapped my lips around his tip. I should have known better. His hand grabbed the back of my head, slamming it down onto his spear, my nose buried in his bush as he thrust back and forth into my mouth.

"Unff... Yeah, brother... Oh yeah... That sounds like a good... unhhhhh... good idea." Grunting, slapping, moaning, slurping... it all rang out in his room, until he gushed another thick load down my throat. "You wanna join me?" And in that moment, I smiled. It was the best idea he'd had yet.

[hood-ex]

Rip Damian’s ability to mimic people voices,

like seriously do DC not know the potential that could have? THE COMEDY POTENTIAL?!

Bats!Dick and Batgirl Steph could have had a game with Damian by introducing as many people to Damian as they can and get him to mimic their voices.

Dick can show Damian memes and famous clips from movies and Damian could perfectly repeat them in the actors voice.

We could have Damian using his ability to mimic voices as a way to either gain the overhand over an enemy or to psychologically torment them.

Rip DC you did nothing with ability along with Damian’s ability to apparently DO SURGERY

Which was Ngl kinda insane. How does he keep steady hands??????? At least now it was sort of believable when he attempted to disarm a bomb because I know he has steady hands and precision but like bro he’s like ten

Anyways sorry about that rant, does Dick have any werid abilities or talents that comic book writers either forget or underuse?

Like I know when he was younger apparently he was like a mathlete or something and he knows a lot of languages.

I don't know why this made me want Damian to mimic Patrick having the, "It's not my wallet" convo with Man Ray. But yeah or the fact that Damian plays the violin. Unless that's been brought up in his series with Bruce, I haven't been keeping up with it. According to Damian himself, he can quickly master musical instruments, so I'm just waiting for him to challenge Steph to a piano duel. Or she could play piano, and he could play violin. Either way.

Dick can also do voice mimicry thanks to Alfred. And yeah, he used to be a math tutor. I like whenever he does any kind of mechanic/engineer/welding work. I wouldn't mind it being a bigger focus. As for weird abilities... he's good with his thighs lmao. Either tossing people or holding on to things with them alskdja. Oh and Dick can also use a slingshot. That's a fun weapon. And this is more of a hobby than a talent but skydiving.

[stupidlovergirl]

Human TV I Think They'd Watch

All the Bros and Dateables

Dev Notes:I have been watching Kitchen Nightmares while writing and how I think Barbatos might like it,, and then it lead to what human world TV they might like,,, maybe spent a little to much time on it instead of working on WIPs

Lucifer

Really likes old people TV

He watches things like How It’s Made, National Geographic documentaries, if he wants a little laugh those shows about “aliens”. Skin Walker Ranch is his dirty little side piece TV show

He just enjoys educational shows because they are easy to tune out

Really loves Soap Operas. Young and the Restless and General Hospital are kept up with religiously(hah). He, Diavolo, and Barbatos usually watch it. Dia really likes it and Barbatos watches when working with Dia second hand while doing work. He latched on after watching it in the background a few times.

Also, just the news. Mans will put on a 24 hour news station and will keep it on for like, 5 days. 

Mammon

He watches Harrison Porter, so give him the joy that is Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit.

Would also enjoy the Spiderwick Chronicles movie since he doesn’t know how bad it was compared to the books

Just a big fantasy fan honestly. Loves them.

On another note, he also loves trashy reality TV and News. The only one who beats out his love for celebrity gossip is Asmo. When he is putting on a TV show to go brain dead to its something from TLC, like 90 Day Fiance, I Love a Mama’s Boy, etc. 

He watches the Kentucky Derby, bets on it a lot (loses a lot too)

His dirty secret show/movies are Hallmark movies. He watches them when he won’t get caught. Hopeless romantic nerd (Affectionate)

Leviathan

You’re joking

You’re joking right?

Anime or DIE!!! (/hj)

Also really popular fantasy movies based on books. He will rip them to shreds when you watch them. Can be fun if you read the books, annoying if you haven’t.

Has a soft spot for magical girl animes, obvi

There isn’t really much to elaborate on, half of his personality is anime and nerd stuff.

Just a few favorites I think he might have with no explanation:

Tokyo Mew Mew, Yugi-Oh, Death Note, Naruto, Angel Beats, Lucky Star, Soul Eater, Watamote, Saint Tail, and Cowboy Bebop

Satan

King of detective shows

He loves trying to find them out

It is canon he loves the Devildom equivalent of Midsomer Murders, so just show him that too

I think he would like Forensic Files too.

Also, thriller movies. And psychological horror movies.

He loves them, he typically can predict an ending, but it's nice to see how they write out how the characters themselves find out

Asmo

Trashy reality TV!!!!!

He and Mammon watch 90 Day and Mama's boy and talk shit about them.

Loves Maury, Jerry Springer (rip my king), Parent Court when he's feeling a little frisky

Next Top Model and RuPaul's Drag Race. It's about the DRAMA! The OUTFITS!

Watched part of Euphoria but honestly? Found it mid. Sorry but he just couldn't understand the hype after the writing started to plummet.

Has watched Jersey Shore, will not elaborate on his opinion.

Tbh, he also doesn't really watch much because he feels like he has better things to do with his time, he only watches it for Brotherly Bonding, and for background noise

Beel

Haha, big guy hardly watches TV

Watches workout videos primarily

He likes learning new work out and dietary things

Has been banned from watching any type of food shows. Sorry Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives.

Will participate in movie night, primarily for food, buhe does pay attention

Honestly just watches whatever someone else typically puts on with no complaint

Belphie

Much like his twin, doesn't typically seek out TV watching.

Much easier to watch on his phone

He does enjoy satisfying videos

Watches Rug cleaning videos, silly ASMR videos, Video essays when he can't sleep and gets curious. Loves obscure media and icebergs.

The essays are about the only thing that goes on the TV

Sorry but he just doesn't care much.

Will also participate in movie night, almost always falls asleep. Still can tell you the entire plot of the film.

On a very rare occasion will watch South Park. Will not elaborate on this one.

Solomon

Loves old TV shows to some newer ones

I Love Lucy, The Twilight Zone, The Muppet Show

I cant really explain the Muppet Show, but I know its true, it is in my bones

Honestly loves older sitcoms. They just hit different.

Can I mention I Dreamed a Genie and Bewitched? Classics in his eyes. Would fight to the death for them

Will make a off hand comment on how he doesn't feel like TV is the same anymore

Watches reality TV in the background when Asmo turns it on when he lounges in either one of their rooms

I feel like I just can't explain most of these, but they are the truth in my heart and that is enough

Simeon

Haha...What?

Watches whatever Luke or Solomon puts on or whatever someone else would suggest

He has a preference for books most of the time I feel like. Just goes with the flow

Just suggest something and he'll put it up for the next movie night when it's his choice

I really can't think of one he would pick oops.

Barbatos

He watches whatever Diavolo puts on in the background. Likes the Soap Operas some times, gets a little annoyed with anime voices when he has a migraine.

Kitchen Nightmares and Hell's Kitchen just hits right for him. Loves the insults

He doesn't much watch TV either though. Prefers audio books since they are easier to carry around

You essentially have to beg to watch TV with him, he's a busy butler ya'know?

Diavolo

KING OF FLEXIBILITY

Has watched all of it, and will continue to do so.

Has a special place for Soap Operas and Ruri-Chan

Seen all the classics, the new block busters, all of it

Honestly you wonder how he gets the time?

He really likes consuming stuff, so he does it when he is working on paper work he puts on the subtitles and turning the audio on low and going HAM

Couldn't be me, I would get distracted

For the most part he's watched it all, and what he hasn't is on his to watch list. He just likes talking to his friends about it :)

Luke

GREAT! BRITISH! BAKE! OFF!

He likes seeing the different foods

It inspires him so much, it's so cute watching his eyes sparkle as he sees something he likes and he writes it down on his phone

Also, he really likes watching Bluey. He lets Simeon and Solomon, and Barbatos found out (because he knows everything), but would DIE if anyone else found out

Also likes early 80's and bad CG horror movies. Kid literally laughs and Mammon is losing his mind next to him. I think because of the bad effects it makes it more tolerable.

Killer Klowns from Outer Space slaps man what can the kid say?

I think I'm projecting hard onto him,, but he's my son so it doesn't matter

[psychewritesbs]

Food for thought but here's an interesting video about the psychology of the trinity and I'm curious as to what your thoughts on this and how Gege might be applying this in JJK considering the concept of threes is arguably prevalent in the series.

https://youtu.be/LAR6FPBPbmA?si=61IoNkA2M7w8dPIb

ohoho anon. I even made a little diagram about it that I just absolutely have to share because the brainrot was so good.

This is the thing, maybe this amounts to something, maybe it doesn't, but these are the things my nerdy brain lives for in jjk. ESPECIALLY because they show Gege's level of metaphorical thinking.

I remember this one time this jjk anti told me "I am sure Gege does his research, but jjk is not that deep". Bro... this isn't research, this is deep understanding of the dynamics of the psyche.

Anyways, Analytical Psychology in jjk under the cut'o.

In fact... MBTI anon, this one might be for you... I'd be curious to read your thoughts.

God I missed using that meme.

First things first. Max Derrat! YES. I've only seen a few of his videos, but what I've seen has always been very, very interesting stuff. Guess how I found him?

Dun dun dun...

Jacob's Ladder.

I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT THIS MOVIE.

So, anyone reading this, go watch the movie and the yt video shared by anon if interested. The movie is a mindfuck, my favorite kind.

About the video...

TLDW; Max basically talks about why the number 3 is considered a sacred number in numerology. For example, Max argues that we often see Gods that come in triads (i.e. Zeus and his brothers Neptune and Hades), but argues that 4 is actually a number of wholeness.

I had rambled about numerology and the significance of 3 and 4 before here. But here's the text again (context: mind = body = soul in jjk as representing the 3 major clans):

Thing is, we are ideally meant to think of it as if this holy trinity (3) makes up one whole together (4). This "whole" is called the Self in Jungian terms, and it is thought to be the entirety of our existence (mind (includes the shadow) + body + soul). Also, from a numerology and esoteric standpoint, you also want to consider that four (the Self) symbolizes stability and order, where three (mind + body + soul) is harmonious but not balanced.

But I really like that Max brought up the Kabbalistic tree of life for his example of why 4 = wholeness. I'm not going to go into all that tho. Suffice it to say he brings up Jung's Answer to Job, which I have not finished reading, but I understand the book is basically Jung rambling about why God is basically an asshole.

Don't quote me on this.

Part of the conclusion that Jung came to is that if God (1) represents "good" then he is not omnipotent because there is an opposite energy to "good", and that is "evil", or Satan (2).

Now, Max talks about how the Holy Trinity (3) represents aspects of God (or something like that), but that Satan, who is on an equal level as God (because good vs evil are opposing energies), got pushed into the shadow (4).

Again, Max does a much better job at explaining how this works, but the whole thing totally reminded me of Jungian typology.

Excuse the chicken scratch.

In the diagram above, you can replace mind (spirit), body (the son), soul (the Father) and (?) with one of the functions from the MBTI.

Mind you, I haven't studied Jungian typology in depth, and I am totally not well-versed on MBTI typology. But the gist of it is that there's 4 functions thinking, feeling, sensation, and intuition. For one reason or another, one becomes dominant, two support the dominant one, and a 4th one is underdeveloped or pushed into the shadow.

You see the pattern?

This is where we come to jjk and the one who might "emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. [And] purify that which is impure."

Jujutsu Kaisen

Now. I don't have the most coherent thoughts on the topic tbh. Everything is kind of a bunch of ideas floating around that I'm having a hard time grounding.

But I think of particular interest is the idea of the bath's goal being "being near evil."

But in the original Japanese text, the kanji Ura Ume uses is the kanji for devil/demon, not evil. You know, the function that got pushed into the shadow.

魔

So there's defo something here pointing at the need for wholeness and for bringing the contents of the shadow into consciousness in order to achieve said wholeness.

And what is in the deepest depths of the shadow? The devil himself. Your own worst enemy.

If you haven't already, I recommend you read Ant's meta of Megumi's character (hi Ant). Of particular interest to this whole ramble, is the idea that at the core of individuation, Megumi is being tasked with merging with his shadow and how that has greater implications...

God I love Jujutsu Kaisen...

Anon. THANKS for this ask. I am spoiled with brainrot inducing asks and I am very grateful for it.

[surrexi]

so i've been working at my new job for a little over two months now. i'm supposed to be having weekly one-on-one meetings with my boss to track how i'm settling in etc but because he's outrageously busy (like, the kind of busy that indicates there really should be two people with his job) i'm really having them every two weeks or so.

anyway i had one today, about an hour and a half before the end of the day. and it was going all right, if a little awkward because i'm a socially awkward penguin and i don't know how to mask right yet in corporate land. we were going over the various projects i'm working on, pretty normal, except every so often my boss would make an aside comment that would make me worry Something Was Wrong.

finally at the end of the meeting he's like "so there's a couple things that have been brought to my attention" (did not specify what things, like if it was something i said or i way i handled a situation or work that i did). he sends me a link to a training module he's working on building and points out a specific section that talks about a particular business dude's book about how to be a good team member, which says the key is to be humble, hungry, and (people-)smart.

boss is like "before i talk to you about [the unspecified reasons i am being made to feel vaguely in trouble], i want you to look this over and think about it. and we'll pick this up in our next meeting."

which is currently scheduled for next friday, but he's traveling that day so he absolutely might put it off longer.

he also made sure to say multiple times that if someone doesn't agree with this business dude's take on team building it's fine but also it means they won't fit on boss' team and to mention that although "many states" are at-will employment states (meaning during your first 90 days an employer can fire you without having a reason; note that texas is one such state but he weirdly didn't mention it), the company we work for "doesn't do that," which boss thinks is "very generous" of them because when he was a disney exec disney would absolutely fire the shit out of people at the drop of a hat.

so now i have NO IDEA what i did to make someone upset and/or angry at me or what i did wrong, but by god i have at least a week to obsess over (a) what i did and (b) who the fuck narc'd on me without idk TALKING TO ME FIRST?!

boss has said way more about his weird libertarian politics than i have about my own politics, i have only mentioned my religion in passing/in the context of discussing easter weekend plans with a coworker. i don't think i've behaved inappropriately or confrontationally with any of my coworkers, like with my anxiety i'm always worrying about doing my best to be clear and polite and not make people hate me lolsob.

the only thing i've thought of so far is that i've been pretty firm about working 8-hour days/40-hour weeks unless there's a concrete reason to graciously donate my time since my company doesn't do overtime pay and i'm salaried/exempt. like i have never said i would never work overtime and there's already been several days where i worked an extra 30 minutes to an hour that, again, i do not get paid for. unsurprisingly, boss frames being salaried as "we get to work more than 40 hours a week without it being a hassle because of overtime rules." and i do make offhand pro-labor comments/jokes a lot, but i haven't actually, like, threatened to unionize my fellow office workers. i live in texas ffs, if you say the word union too loud the cops show up.

i just feel like this is unhinged levels of psychological warfare from my boss and it took me SO LONG to find this job but now i'm like... maybe i'm not a good fit for your humble/hungry/smart team, bro. but god knows i don't want to be unemployed again. i just got decent health insurance! i can pay my own rent! and buy groceries and medicine!

ugh. why is everything hard.

[lovemesomesurveys]

When did you last drink coffee? I just took a sip of my Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink.

When did you last cry? And why, if you feel like sharing. I've been struggling hard again with my depression and anxiety. I'm just so physically and mentally exhausted and drained. I've been so irritable and frustrated and moody. Just meh.

What was the last beach you visited and when? It's one near me that I've been going to since I was a kid.

What book do you plan to read next? I've been wanting to start reading again it's been like a year since I've read. I was on such a reading kick for years going through book after book right back like I was obsessed with a few different series. I want to read, I just can't seem to focus or get in the mood.

What fictional character/s remind you of yourself? I don't know, awkward, depressed, and anxious ones.

What's in your fridge right now? List as many things as you can think of. Food and drinks. I'm too lazy to list anything.

If you could have any artist, living or dead, paint your portrait, who would it be? No idea.

Do you smell anything in particular right now? My chicken nuggets cooking.

Do you make enough money to live comfortably? [can be in combination with a spouse] I have what I need.

What is one thing you like about your appearance? Don’t say nothing! I like my red hair. I've been dyeing it for several years and I'm still so obsessed with the color.

What would you like to tell your father? Nothing at the moment, but he's in his room if I wanted to talk to him.

What would you like to tell your mother? Same thing, she's in the living room I could just talk to her.

Whose was the last wedding you went to? A friend of a friend I had at the time.

What is your greatest fear? Losing my loved ones, death, getting worse, and not ever doing something with my iife. I'm going to be 35 next month and I just feel like life is wasting away.

What is a chronic health issue you deal with, even if it’s minor? I have a few things.

What was your college major? If applicable. I got my BA in psychology.

What new place have you been to recently? I haven't been anywhere new in a long time. Or anywhere recently. Last time was a doctor appointment a few weeks ago.

What are you a geek about? Shows and fandoms I like.

What is something you have no patience for? My patience is pretty thin.

What celebrity would you want to go out for a meal/drinks with? Alexander Skarsgard.

Are you happy with your weight? I could still put on a little weight, but I've gotten to a better weight than I was.

When did you last hold a baby, if ever? Whose? It's been several years.

How many cats do you have? Zero.

How many dogs do you have? One.

How many other pets do you have? None.

How old were you when you got your driver’s license? I haven't yet. No interest currently. <<< And it would also be a bigger process cause I'm a paraplegic. It'd be expensive, too.

What year did you graduate high school? 2008.

What is the first number of your zip code? --

How many of your grandparents are still alive? Two.

What is your favorite number? The number 8.

How many kids do you want? Zero.

How many apartments have you lived in? We briefly lived in one when I was a baby.

What age do people say you look? People think younger than I am.

Do you feel like your family accepts you for who you are? Yeah.

Do you feel like your friends accept you for who you are? Yes.

Who is the best doctor you’ve ever had? The one I had from the time I was a young kid to 21 when I got the boot cause I was past the age limit.

Have you ever been flipped off by a random stranger? Not to my knowledge.

Do you have a lot of people blocked on Facebook? I honestly don't even recall if I have anyone blocked. I've had Facebook since 2008 bro who knows.

Do you consider yourself spiritual? I get confused about what this means.

Do you consider yourself religious? I believe in God. Does that make me religious?

Are you afraid of spiders? Uh, YES. I'm fucking terrified of those mother fuckers.

Are you afraid of snakes? YES.

Does everyone in your family know your sexual orientation? Yes.

What is one thing you find offensive? Using the word "retarded" to insult someone's intelligence. My respect for you will fucking PLUMMET. <- I agree 100%. <<< Oooh yeah, definitely getting judged and called out for it.

Do you often post about politics on social media? Nooooo. I stay away from doing that.

Would you ever want to go back to school? Absolutely not. When I graduated with my BA I was so passed burn out and overwhelmed like I was DONE. I had to really, really battle myself near the end to keep going and get that damn degree. The degree that now collects dust on a shelf and I haven't done shit. I graduated in 2015.

What are three things you are naturally good at? Listening... uh, that's all I can think of.

What are three things you are NOT naturally good at? A lot of things, my guy.

Is your dream to get married and have kids? No.

Where do you hang your towel to dry after showering? I put mine in the hamper.

If you were the opposite sex, how would you style your hair? A common, typical guy haircut lol.

Last person you hugged? My mom.

How is the weather right now? Right now it's 75 F at 12:20AM. That's still warm for this late.

Are you missing someone? My grandparents and some of the people I'm no longer friends with.

What is the wallpaper on your cell phone? Some aesthetically looking picture of a painted skeleton with pretty flowers sprouting out the ribcage. Sounds weird, but it's cute.

What do you have handy at your bedside? My phone, remotes, snacks, meds. makeup + supplies, some accessories.

What is your dad's middle name? --

What is your mom's middle name? __

First thing you'll save in a fire? Assuming my family, which includes my doggo, is safe then I'd grab my important meds, phone, and bag. I'd really wanna grab my laptop, too. I'd wanna grab a lot of things, of course.

[blueiight]

idk if louis decided he was gonna ditch lestat, grace might've accepted him back although the freaky non-aging yeah by that point would've been an issue but i guess psychologically for louis with her around, there was still some hope that he could get out? but once she's gone its like that door is fully closed in his mind too

do recall tho that grace and louis never rly contact eachother after a certain point. louis is too into in his own vampy family, and likewise grace with her own family, even moreso w/ levi symbolically replacing louis as the Man of the House in ep3. the lines r drawn in the sand. once again idk if ur the same anon or not, i think yall being entirely too generous to grace here + assuming she'd just take back her brother who she hardly had that much interest in contacting outside of sending jonah his way + sending a note that maman died. when they did meet in ep4, grace+ levi were both disgusted. ur fine w/ ur white daddy in the quarter aint u lou like how she says.

this falls into the fan issue of seeing black female characters as ever generous empty vessels of servitude for black males/female charas of nonblack varieties w/ no interiority or capacity for any complex human emotion when no. thats not how grace is with louis. grace is convinced by ep4 id say + seals the belief in ep5 when she leaves that her older brother [metaphorically or literally] died somewhere along the way+ was replaced by an evil gay demon. this may sound hyperbolic, but she literally says ur not my louis and buries him. how else can u interpret that lol. she has a complex relationship with her brother that degrades throughout season 1, and in no way can i see canon show! grace being some unconditionally loving confidante to her battered gay brother, vampire or not. she made no indication of disapproving of paul being in the asylum, or disapproving of louis's illicit dealings, its only once louis diverges from being a provider for the dulacs, and comes by in the night/if at all, that grace starts to resent her brother. let black women be complex characters. and like one of my other anons said as i attached below

louis himself, is prideful as he is tormented.. even in the modern day, he does not self identify as a victim at the very least, for the purposes of daniel's writing + for reasons ive described time + time again, so what makes u think a 1920s-30s lou after being beat would go to his baby sister if she stayed in town somehow? like i said, being part of the historical great migration/s makes a lot of sense for grace + levi's characters. whether louis isnt paying out, or grace is refusing louis's money [lol u aint had no problem when big bro was a trick but now that white daddy pay the bills u aint touchin dat money? who knows]. outside of that theres very few opportunities for the freniere-dulacs, used to their former conditional opulence in the treme, in this here jim crow south outside of going up north. do recall that years before, louis hid the fact that papa du lac was boutta drive their family into destitution for years, even from his own mother, and especially from his younger sister. if we take the pilot draft describing grace as 22 or the books, this means grace is decently younger than show!louis. when he ran away from lestat in ep3 before finding claudia, he didnt go to the treme where his sister + then alive mother was, but to the old poor black neighborhoods, seeking absolution in an abstract sense for his self perceived wrongs, and bringing that redemption to lestat. to be turned, to live forever, to love him in a way his born family could not. eps 2-3 show that louis cannot go back to his born family anymore. something something ziska fill me up post here

[twisted-fucked-up-sunflower]

my thoughts on crime and punishment characters!!

Raskolnikov: he’s so babygirl, he’s just like me fr. Minus the killing people part and the ubermensch complex he has. I’d argue he’s schizotypal but that’s likely not true. So I headcanon him as such. (If it’s unclear, I am schizotypal myself)

Razumikhin: Undisputed best bisexual representation in literature, my GOAT, love him to death, XOXO. No further comments. Perfect character.

Dunia: [to Svidrigailov] GET A JOB. STAY AWAY FROM HER (I wrote this in the book pages where it was relevant). She’s as smart as Rodia from what I read, though she wasn’t developed a lot as a character I think? I still need to re-read the book later. She should’ve shot the revolver at the guy’s head. Probably didn’t want to end up like her brother, though. Unlikely she’d come out winning from killing a man with connections, as evil as he was.

Pulkeria: Didn’t really find her too interesting, but I think that’s because she wasn’t focused on a lot. Remarkably patient towards Rodia, it was infuriating when Rodia just fucked off and didn’t speak to them (Dunia and Pulkeria) for days. His ungrateful ass. I get this habit, though, since I have it myself. Sometimes people are upsetting to be around, for no reason, might I add.

Svidrigailov: Exceedingly, unabashedly, shamelessly despicable. Hate him with my heart. He seems like a parallel to Rodia, and the book seems to focus on this from Rodia’s own observations. Parallel not in a good way, I’ll clarify, but in a “What if he was completely evil” way. I’ve got 40 pages left to read in this book and I’d like it if within the next 20 he ****** himself. Irredeemable but really interesting at the psychological level. He’s insane, it seems. Or maybe also schizotypal. Either way words cannot describe how much I hate this man.

Porfiry: Not much to say here, he ate Raskolnikov up both times they talked though, gagged him 😭 #embarrassing

Lujin/Luzhin (not sure on how it’s spelt): He’s so laughable. Gets insulted once, subsequently sends word of how it hurt his feewings to get clocked at the psychological level by the brother of the woman he’s going to marry, at his historic age like FOH ☠️. And I was livid when he tried to incriminate Sonia/Sofya (I prefer Sonia tbh) like bro really tried that shit 😂😂😂. He got owned by Rodion every single time he tried to fight back it was so fucking funny. Pathetic ass man. Glad he called off the marriage. Asshole.

Sonia: She’s Rodion’s love interest, it seems. I don’t get why she’s going to go to Siberia with him, though. Her family’s taken care of (by SVIDRIGAILOV of all people) and she hasn’t committed any crimes. Is it just something to do with misogyny or something related to it? She told Rodia to confess to his crime to atone, but in a *catholic* way. It’s crazy she got burdened with the knowledge of Rodia’s crimes and still said “Oh how you suffer! Atone for your sin willingly, it’s your only way to get rid of the guilt!” Her abnegate character showed a bit here, methinks. Still, why the fuck would she go to Siberia? Just because she *loves* Rodia? They both seem like they fell in love with each other for some odd reason, or maybe none at all so yeah. She’s also a favorite because of the way they describe her, the blue eyes seem like something I’d like to draw, when I get to it. Though, it’s curious that it’s Svidrigailov in love with Dunia and Raskolnikov in love with Sonia. Dunia and Sonia get stuck with the two murderous morons. (Well, not Dunia, because she managed to get Svidrigailov to not assault her. Again, DESPICABLE man, that one. Hope he dies :D) 

 Anastasia/Anastasya: I love her so much, I wish we’d gotten to see her interact with Razumikhin more because their dynamic was funny to me. She also laughed with a snort if I recall and that is so real of her. She also helped Rodia with food, basically kept his stupid ass alive for free before Razumikhin came back.

Zamiotov: Not much to say about him, really. Funny when Rodia explained in detail how he ‘would have’ gone about murdering Alyona, though. Fucking hilarious to read that shit. Most obvious criminal of all time.

Marmeladov: God knows how many pages he went on telling Rodia his entire life story. Perfect character. No notes.

Catarina/Sonia’s mother: Very tragic. Her death made me feel sad. But the parts before that when she was just DRAGGING Amelia Lippewechsel, she was so real for that.

I think I might be missing a few characters. No worries! I won’t update this lol. I hope those who read, if any do, find this funny. 

[jihopesjoint]

hali. halbert.

you BEAUTIFUL BASTARD GET IN HERE. I AM SO GLAD TO HAVE CROSSED PATHS WITH YOU SO THAT I MAY READ YOUR WRITING. this is... all i'm going to be thinking about for the forseeable future. thank god i finally read this. okay under the cut we go

fuck where do i BEGIN OKAY every time i read one of your fics i get sucked in SO quickly. like thank god you like to build worlds when you write because your voice is so romantic? everything is described so beautifully and i could read a book of you just telling me what my own neighborhood looks like probably. like:

this is the smuttiest scene i’ve ever read i’m blushing

i don’t know i can’t formulate my thoughts so i’m just gonna show you my screenshots and my thoughts to go with them

you always write intelligent characters tbh like i read this and was like THANK YOU LET’S NOT GO SNOOPING ON OUR OWN FOR ONCE FISBRIFKSJEIDIDJSHEJDJC OKAY

once again your characters are just better than me i would’ve been sobbing and begging at dream!yoongi’s feet like please god let me stay here what could you possibly think is there for me at “home” LISTEN TO ME!!!! FUCK THAT.

congrats on the most taehyung exchange to ever occur like everything about this is fiction and fantastical but this conversation is bts canon i don’t make the rules. aries moon must see aries moon or something. i LOST my mind i was cackling

this little tidbit on dream!taehyung was just so cute idk lil alien boy studying people and learning to be like them i think as a treat he deserves his jimin hali okay? okay

idk bro my jaw fell to the floor this is philosophical as shit and i know this is fantasy but i actually do think this is true in real life too like this is the collective unconscious. dreams are the basis of psychology DON’T GET ME STARTED!!! HALI.

all right well that’s all i have in my phone at this time. reading this was a joy as it always is and i can’t wait to read more whenever you have more ready for us. and i love you. please summon coyotes to my window every time i read your fics okay bye <3

Gods of the Dark | Series Masterlist | myg (m)

❀ Pairing: Dream god!Yoongi x f. human!reader

❀ Summary: Don’t ask for help in the dark. It’s an old tale you always heard whispered among the people of your village. But when you find yourself dragged kicking by the man you’re to marry, you have little choice but to beg for help long after the sun has set. The god who answers your pleas promises to save you, but every deal comes with a price. 

❀ Total Word Count: 43,049 and counting

❀ Genre: Fantasy, angst, strangers to lovers, smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Series Warnings: Sexist and patriarchal society inspired by medieval europe, a lot of world building and discussion about theories/concept of dreams, discussions of morals and ethics, world building, angst, intense fight scenes, mentions/light depictions of an abusive family, discussions of gender roles and forced marriages, sexually explicit content, themes of corruption and indulgence, depictions of hedonism, discussions of sexual and sensual pleasure, Yoongi is a deity of dreams and desires. Each chapter will have its own warning.  

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Chapter One

→ You will go to the altar, even if you're dragged there kicking and screaming. Yet a god intervenes and offers a deal.

Chapter Two

→ Life back home isn't what you expected it to be - and you have a new talent to practice.

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Thursday 23 March 2023 7:40 pmpdt

I wanted to be more like my sister & mom & see things from their perspective. I wanted to change. I wanted to fit into their world 🌎. I wanted to fall in love with a hot guy. Seems shallow but everyone wants to be with someone they’re attracted to. But not any hot guy would do. If you read previous posts (pain again same area 7:45 pmpdt) you would know 7:46 pmpdt. I was hoping to transform myself. I thought 💭 maybe changing myself was possible. They seemed to think 🤔 they were right. & maybe 🤔 I didn’t understand why or how. I had some understanding about how I was wrong on somethings but not all things? Trying to remember what type of things. Whenever I had the flings after my first boyfriend I thought 💭 I was 100% responsible for getting s*xually involved. It does take 2 to tango but usually women get stuck with 100% of the blame. Please read all previous posts. Autocorrect: black block. 7:53 pmpdt auto saved. But it was hard for me to accept. I did often talk afterwards (left eye 👁 ball pain 7:54 pmpdt) I usually said something mentioned the guy. I don’t remember anymore but I often felt guilty and also like I could not stop talking 🙊 that way. Acid throat pain 7:56 pmpdt. I tried to stop 🛑 after the second time around with Scott. I was warned years ago to beware of rejecting a guy to his face. I think 🤔 though that Scott was probably pretending to like me both times Bcz he’s incubus bro & incubus told him to do it. So, I think he wanted to get whatever he could get & then punished me for giving him what he wanted from me. 8:01 pmpdt

8:04 pmpdt I wanted to tell him “no” Bcz my heart ♥️ wasn’t there yet. I felt emotionally & psychologically tortured for staying with my first boyfriend Bcz I wasn’t in love 😻 & I felt guilt about it. I really wanted to like someone & be in love & be 100% of the time attracted to someone. There were times my first boyfriend would say out loud that he was ugly. & I thought 💭 I was being kind telling him he wasn’t ugly. My attraction to him abruptly stopped b4 we made our partnership go from friends with benefits to boyfriend girlfriend. 8:09 pmpdt I was afraid of being thought 💭 of as a whore, so I stayed with him and hoped my feelings would change back. 8:10 pmpdt I can’t believe I stayed with him as long as I did, but he was a really nice guy. And my mom and sister accepted him I think 💭, but my sister & her friend hinted that they didn’t think he was handsome around the time of the breakup. 8:13 pmpdt I did not stay (acid left eye 👁 pain 8:13 pmpdt) with him for money 💰. I stayed Bcz even though I had this emotional torture, this was comfortable enough. A shy 🙈 introvert with low self esteem and not much confidence, feeling incomplete and not good enough, I definitely lacked courage. 8:17 pmpdt I often gave up 🆙 on text books 📚 readings and procrastinated, & then try again when it was late. 8:19 pmpdt I am afraid 😱 the incubus will take away my legs 🦵 & I will require a bib. 8:20 pmpdt he keeps on eating my flesh in different ways. Burning 🔥 me. At UCB I wished I dated around more and could have found some one to have a connection with. I feel so incapable. 8:23 pmpdt incubus said he won’t stop 🛑. I think 💭 he really meant it. He looks so happy & pleased with him self & kicking which I interpret to mean k, i sick, but it’s in reference to me, what he is doing & going to do to me. 8:26 pmpdt 8:27 pmpdt some people say no harm nofoul. I hope the incubus stopped 🛑 that guy for me like I expected him to do. I am going to feel very betrayed & look 👀 at him differently if he didn’t stop him Bcz he had a lot of warning ⚠️ time for someone who chose to show me he controlled traffic. 8:30 pmpdt

left arm pain 8:31 pmpdt I think he is trying to prevent me from writing ✍️ this next line. I think he repeatedly disregards that part & wants to write ✍️ me off. If rape doesn’t hurt & if god can cancel pregnancy 🤰 & prevent disease 🦠 left shoulder pain 8:36 pmpdt I can’t continue (pain abdominal 8:36 pmpdt) forget it. 8:37 pmpdt I can’t continue writing ✍️ what I was going to write ✍️. 8:38 pmpdt

8:44 pmpdt don’t expect any favors from god, even if it seemed like he would have. Always assume it’s a test/trap. I think he killed me this evening. 8:46 pmpdt

2:24 am pdt if incubus didn’t stop 🛑 the guy, I am going to think that incubus is REALLY a BAD... beast. 2:26 am pdt if he lied 🤥 to me about marriage & children he will be PERMANENTLY a bad beast in my eyes 👀 to mess with me that way. 2:27 am pdt

2:29 am pdt there are things I’m afraid 😱 of revealing. Bcz he always uses it against me. Example: the yearbook reveal post some posts ago, he did a horrible awful bad thing explosion in my uterus-ish? area. It hurt 😞 & it was frightening. & then I see Seth (spine left foot 🦶 pain 2:32 am pdt) rogen with his yearbook autobiography? Book 📚 on a talk show. I’ve been holding onto that yearbook reveal for many months, except for one part. Vag pain right eye 👁 pain 2:34 am pdt. I’m being setup for pain & to be destroyed and simultaneously he’s putting signs 🪧 as if people might read this then see that & think 💭 maybe 🤔 he’s on my side when he’s not. I’m trying to figure him out. He’s destroyed me. My body & probably my mind look 👀 absurd. It’s not a compliment. 2:37 am pdt 2:38 am pdt

2:39 am pdt last week I think 💭 the news 📰 said the storm ⛈ knocked out trees 🌲 which knocked down power lines & it took pg&e several days to return power to more than 23,000 customers? I think 💭 the number went up 🆙 from that but I don’t remember. There have been (acid under skin of right arm pain 2:43 am pdt) many deaths reported on the news 📰 recently. I’m wondering 💭 when I will be next & wondering what type of people they were. 2:44 am pdt

2:54 am pdt incubus has a lot of power to change people’s feelings and can control whether something happens or not. Makes me think 🤔 that incubus has come up with every excuse to get rid of me. Harder to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️. “I want you gone [...] not fit to tread the ground I’m walking 🚶‍♂️ on.” 2:58 am pdt he won’t even let me get confirmation that Melissa cuen was in Sunday morning. I looked at the credits in 2017 when I finally realized maybe I do know that girl, there was no information ℹ️. Even Ryan dusick (autocorrect: delusional 3:01 am pdt) said he doesn’t know even though he shared a microphone 🎤 with the blonde 👱‍♀️ who was sitting 🪑 at the same table as the girl I believe to be cuen. 3:02 am pdt incubus wants me to look 👀 & feel delusional. Gaslighting ⛽️ me. That’s not nice. Nice people don’t do that. 3:03 am pdt 3:04 am pdt

3:06 am pdt IMDb website only lists maroon 5 as cast & crew.

3:08 am pdt I think 💭 I’m going to be perpetually stuck in this torture until I’m dead 😵. He made me walk up 🆙 to a street sign 🪧 in 2017 that said tilbury. I’ve spent almost every day of my life in pain after 5 or 6 years old. I think I remember I hated pooping 💩 when I was 5 years old. Eczema was agony. Running 🏃🏻‍♀️ was hard & painful. Hitting my head on hard things was extremely painful 😖. I always felt not good enough & not normal afterwards. 3:14 am pdt and that was in addition to my mom seeming to hate me. She would rather watch the news 📰 & eat dinner than talk to me so I started going more online/the internet while I ate dinner. 3:16 am pdt & then I hear 👂 my algebra 2 teacher (acid left side face trying to rest on pillow 3:17 am pdt) said family who sit at the dinning table and eat dinner together and talk -> kids have higher chance to go to college. & I had learning disabilities. 3:19 am pdt my mom always complained about money 💰 Bcz she was always sending money 💰 to grandma 👵 Et al. 3:21 am pdt even when I was , at the apartment b4 separating, she told me to turn off the lights when I’m not using it or probably during the day or when I’m not in the room. Had to learn that stuff at that age. 3:24 am pdt btwn the age of 6 & 8 years old. 3:25 am pdt

3:25 am pdt I’m not special to anyone, especially to Adam Noah Levine. Incubus is gaslighting ⛽️ me and that is heinous. I didn’t bother him, he started bothering me first. Which to me makes me think 💭 he’s guilty of doing bad stuff and all people in his family are BAD like that. 3:28 am pdt they’re all into human s*x trafficking. They like subjecting people to cruelty and forced s*x/rape/prostitution. Forget about Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, respect and decency. Heinous torture. 3:30 🕞 am pdt they haven’t proved to be anything else to me. 3:31 am pdt

3:32 am pdt I didn’t rape anyone. I barely hurt anyone. I usually hurt myself more. I did not murder. 3:33 am pdt I have been trying to be better & tried to work on my relationship with my mom & worked on myself. 3:34 am pdt I don’t trust you. 3:35 am pdt

3:36 am pdt what are the Ten Commandments? 1st one? Don’t murder? Another one? Honor your parents? Don’t covet your neighbor’s wife? Incubus probably broke that one. 3:38 am pdt incubus killed a lot of people so that doesn’t move him. These commandments probably mean nothing to him, even the dont covet neighbor’s wife. 3:40 am pdt

autocorrect said fake while I typed last part. Vag pain. 3:41 am pdt if you do bad things to others how do you know if you are clean of immorality? How would anyone know? If you like to hide what you did? It probably means you did something wrong. 3:43 am pdt how many times in how many ways do I need to write ✍️ this? Human s*x trafficking = you did it? -> you hide it? But you justify it? Bcz... you say women are bad? But how do we know if you’re clean? And you aren’t toying with us to get away with what you want to do Bcz you like it enjoy it? Disrespectful things you do? Adam Noah Levine is dirty. He is a dog. He is heinous. And gross. And yucky. I don’t trust him. 3:47 am pdt

3:48 am pdt I would be more inclined to believe if everyone was subjected to an investigation openly by non governmental agencies and non police 👮‍♂️ Bcz I think that antolin Garcia Torres was framed for every thing. 3:50 am pdt the fbi was involved and originally I heard 👂 it was an anonymous tip that pointed police in antolin’s direction. That’s iffy to me. 3:51 am pdt a lot of stuff changes online. Can’t trust it. If I didn’t do anything extremely bad and I didn’t break the major commandments then what are you punishing me for? There were lots of times I made it to the bank 🏦 last minute. Were you only doing it to mislead me? Distract me in the moment? 3:54 am pdt and make me forget? 3:54 am pdt 3:55 abdominal pain minute ago. Am I really going to be punished like this until death ☠️? You like to mislead people all the time keep them dangling on hope so they don’t commit suicide so someone has a job? Like dugard? 3:57 am pdt I don’t believe in god anymore. I don’t believe in love anymore. I don’t believe anyone is good or worthy of friendship anymore. Without friendship & trust, there’s no time for fun? Have to always be in a state of war and watching your back. 3:59 am pdt I don’t have a friend in incubus. Everyone has to be brain 🧠 washed to be friends with incubus. Or scared. 😱 death cab 🚕 for cutie. Fear is the heart ❤️ of love...? I don’t think 💭 so? 4 am pdt autism on the rise. In America. 4:01 am pdt

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Professor Reid

(PART 1)

Summary: Reader kicks off first semester of university with a team project that requires a trip to another city. Her professor, Spencer Reid, is to accompany the team, but the journey takes an interesting turn when he offers to show her a pub in the city one night.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x (female) reader

Category: Smut [NSFW]

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap, Swearing

A/N: Please send me some feedback on this or requests, I would love to hear your thoughts. Also, do you guys prefer first person x reader or second person pov? Part 2 linked below ;)

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      You could always see something coming from a mile away, it was a peculiar skill of yours to be able to plan out every possible outcome of any situation (especially the worst ones) in order to satisfy your anxiety. University was a new ground, it was unfamiliar and untrodden, and that’s what made it dangerous - the unforeseeable future.

      As soon as you started criminal psychology class, you knew it would be your favourite. Perhaps it was because of the interesting analogy strategies, or the way the minds of the psychos worked, but mainly it was because of the gorgeous golden-locked professor. His intelligent hands gestured each time he spoke and the way they often ran through his hair to fix it, his big brown eyes scanning the room which sometimes met your gaze, and the nerdy button up shirts he wore was enough to set your lust for him on fire. The development of crushes on people that would never be interested in you was a frequent occurrence, and the probability of something happening between you was far from reality - you knew that - and that was where the satisfaction lay in it. Knowing nothing can or will happen, the infatuation was innocent and improbable. 

      “Okay class, I have an announcement to make,” the voice that sent goosebumps over your skin each time it sounded, boomed through the large classroom. You focused from a distance on his sharp eyes, before he looked down at a piece of paper in his hands. “There will be a trip to another university to join a team which will conduct a research project together,”  some ‘ooh’s’ and ‘aah’s’ sounded there, ”but unfortunately I cannot take all of you.” Disappointment flooded through the room now, but a little jolt of excitement went through your body. A trip, to another town, with the hot professor. He continued, “I have selected five students based on how well they did in the last examination, the names of whom I read now please meet with me after class.”

      Your heart sped up in your chest, you were even afraid the thumping could be heard by your surrounding classmates as he read off the names, and stopped when yours was the last. Part of you wished you could be as calm as the others when class ended and they slowly made their way to his desk, but the other part of you wanted to lather up every bit of excitement that coursed through your body as you approached the tall smart-looking man.

      As he briefed the group on what you need to prepare and the plans for the trip, you calmed down and made some notes, but a strand of hair had fallen into his face which distracted you. When he finished the briefing and made sure everyone was okay with spending their first week of holiday doing a school trip, everyone made to leave. You pocketed your phone, looked around when you heard him say “Bye guys, see you on the weekend!” and made eye contact, he smiled awkwardly and averted his gaze to the others walking out the door. Your heart immediately started racing in your chest and only calmed once you got home, and you could not get those beautiful brown eyes out of your head.

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      It was the day of the trip. You would be driving together in a bus and stay at a hotel; you had free time in the mornings and evenings, project participation during the day and one free days to tour the city with your guide, professor Reid. Apparently if you did well, you would be allowed a night of celebration at the end in a very fancy club, which did not really seem like a reward to you, clubs were loud and full of sweaty drunk strangers.

      The drive was long and seemingly endless with not much to do, and you were slightly amused to see that both you and the professor had brought a book to entertain yourselves with for the trip. When you arrived, the whole group set out to their rooms (each with a roommate) except for the professor, who made sure you knew where it was and that each had his number to call in case of emergency. He gave everyone the rest of the afternoon off to do your own activities, but you weren't allowed to go off alone, and had to be back at the hotel by 10.

      You spent most of your free time reading or putting together work for the project, and by the third day the others had quickly formed a bond and gone off without you to have fun. It was about six thirty when you heard a knock on the door. Wondering who it was, you opened it to the gorgeous blonde professor.

“Hi Y/N, the others have all gone with the other university’s team to a restaurant and I’ve allowed them a later curfew, don’t you want to join them?” He asked, with a slight concern (probably because you were always alone). His brows were knit into a neat frown and you could imagine them being like that for a whole other reason, almost buckling your knees.

      “Um,” you stumbled, thrown off by his sudden appearance and question, and thought for a moment. “To be honest I don’t really feel like being in that big group after spending the whole day with them.”

At this, he looked down and smiled, almost in a knowing way. “Well, if you want to get out, I’m going to meet some of my old university friends at a place that’s really nice,” then he sheepishly added, “and probably better than the restaurant your classmates chose.”

You bit your lip, he was asking you to come with him, without any other student present. “Your old university friends?” 

“Yeah, this was where I studied before I moved and joined the FBI to become a profiler.” 

Before you could answer, he added, “I just, couldn’t help but notice you haven’t gone out at all with the others. It wouldn’t sit right with me if you spend another night all by yourself.” 

His words sent a rush of goosebumps over your skin. It made you look away with embarrassment that your introverted habits had not gone unnoticed. “Okay,” you said with forced sureness, and shyly looked at him again, “could I maybe just change real quick?”

      He studied you a little and nodded. “Meet me at the foyer in fifteen minutes. You won’t regret it.” He seemed pleased with himself at convincing you to come out of your shell, and it sent electric sparks through your body that he made an effort for you, and only you.

      Fifteen minutes later you walked up to the foyer. It turns out he had made the decision to change as well, going for a white buttoned up shirt, black fitting trousers and a pair of high top converse. You could not take your eyes off the man, and your stomach somersaulted at his rolled up sleeves that exposed his veiny forearms and watched wrist. As you came closer, he turned around and let his smouldering brown eyes travel down your body.

       You flushed with warmth and redness as he took in your change of appearance, you wore black skinny jeans, a top that exposed your chest a little more than you would allow at school, and your go-to white sneakers. 

“I was almost afraid you decided to stand me up,” he joked and shuffled his feet as the scent of your elegant rosey perfume engulfed him.

      “Almost,” You chuckled, this informal stance was relaxing.  You made your way down a couple of blocks while the professor talked a bit about the city, and finally entered a retro-looking pub. As you observed the place, you could feel his eyes on you. You realised for the first that he was your grounding now, since there was no one else in the room you knew, an intimate feeling arose at this thought and you moved a little closer to him.

“This is where I spent many a night drinking with my friends,” he said - with pride - while leading you to an empty table. You could hardly picture this smart and always-composed man being drunk, but it was a humoured picture nonetheless. He had to lean in for you to hear him over the music and talking of the people inside, and you could feel his hot minty breath sending tingles across your skin. 

“I like it,” you replied. The bar was old wood, the walls were lined with all kinds of posters and signs that made up the aesthetic, accompanied by a small stage area with a landing dance floor. 

“It’s my favourite, ahh-” he looked up at someone behind you and got up, “here they are.” Your heart skipped a beat, you were always nervous when meeting new people.

“SPENCE, my man!” exclaimed a tall curly haired fellow as they ‘bro-hugged’. A second, more buff and bearded man followed with “Long time no see!” He looked a little older but the two seemed to make sense as a friendship.

      After they exchanged greetings, they realized your presence. Assuming they were out of earshot from a couple of feet away, the curly haired guy complimented professor Reid on his ‘date’ and made a gesture to suggest nice ‘boobs.’  You had to hide your smile when the professor went crimson and explained that you were his student, but you could feel your legs aching a little at the sight of him being flustered. He glanced at you nervously and ran a hand through his loose curls.

      Finally, the men joined the table and introduced themselves, sharing stories of when they were your age. The professor seemed so different like this, so warm and relaxed, as compared to his usual formal state. You exchanged glances and a couple of smiles through the drinks and conversations, and you couldn’t push away the thought that maybe you were forming a connection. You focused on the way he sometimes licked his lips or put his fingers to his mouth, and imagined sucking on them, squeezing your thighs at the thought. Maybe you would be different after the trip, but you were snapped back to reality when the two of his friends decided to call it a night.

As the two were saying their goodbyes and making their way to the door. You checked your phone and shocked, exclaimed “It’s only ten o’clock!” 

This earned a beautiful laugh from your professor. “I suppose that’s late when you’re my age. But we don’t have to leave. Wanna play a game of pool?”

Relief flooded unto you, you did not want this to be over, no one else had seen the professor like this and - despite your nervousness - you were having fun. The pub had grown fuller than when you first came in. Noticing a couple of lustful glances to your body, and to avoid being crumpled or lost between passing bodies, Spencer lightly put a hand on your lower back as he guided you in front of him over to the pool tables. The touch was barely, and so subtle, but it created a sense of dominince over you and made the area where his fingers connected with the fabric of your shirt tingle and spread to your lower belly. 

He was pretty good at the game, hitting with careful preciseness and studying the table for a while before taking each of his turns. Focusing like him was a rather difficult task when you kept watching his veiny hands wrap around the pool stick and grip it tightly before he bent over to shoot. It was a little funny that he took it with such seriousness, but this forced you to do the same, and soon there was an atmosphere of strong competitiveness evident between you two. It came down the last couple of balls, when you decided to throw in a bet. 

“If I win what do I get?” You confidently challenged, the alcohol had given your voice a certain assertiveness it lacked when you were sober, but this could also be a bad thing - the alcohol talking for you.

“If you win I buy the next round of drinks, if I win you pay for the round.” He said without thinking too hard about it, then returned his focus back to the game.

A couple moments later professor Reid won, and you reluctantly pulled out your wallet from your bag and made your way to the bar. The look on his face was triumph, but it had been a little exciting for the duration of the game that he considered you his equal, as competition. While you waited for the two glasses of Jack and Coke, a hand groped you from behind. You jumped out of the stranger’s grasp and tried to put as much distance between the two of you, but the line was cramped and it didn’t help much. 

A sloppy looking man smirked at you, “How bout I get you a drink, darling.”

“How bout you leave her alone.” A firm voice said behind you, and you felt a warm hand sneak around your waist.

The guy looked annoyed but retreated from the bar. You turned around, a little thrown off from the interaction. “Thank you for saving me, professor.” You said, looking into his chocolate eyes staring off at the guy, now darkened with a little - anger? protectiveness? or was it dominance? Either way, it excited you. 

“But I can handle myself”

He cocked his head and eyed you smugly. “Just stick closer to me from now.” He smiled with reassurance, not taking his hand off your waist, and the creep left your mind. All you wanted now was him.

You took your drinks and went back to the pool tables, all of them were occupied. Two friendly biker-looking guys offered to play in teams with you, though. You took on the challenge and played, but you were focusing on a different game. The alcohol had flushed out any thoughts or worry about the age difference or the fact that he was your professor, you were’t sure how, but you were going to get him one way or another. The game progressed slowly, and you got the opportunity to bend down in front of the professor. Behind you, you heard the biker next to him say “dude, if you don’t hit that, I will,” and felt a subtle, but not too soft landing on your ass. A yelp escaped your mouth, more out of surprise than anything, but you shot the ball in and turned around. Spencer looked embarrassed, and pulled you away a little and apologised. 

“I’m so sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, sir,” you insisted, then adding, “I kinda liked it.”

His mouth formed into an ‘O’ shaped, and with his eyebrows raised he let out a chuckle, but you could see something change in his eyes as he glanced at your lips.

You were pulled out of your daze when you heard it - the song. The song you had to dance to no matter what, so you grabbed your drink and downed the last of it. “Come on, professor,” you pulled him by his hand.

“What’s happening?” he asked, looking a little amused.

“We have to dance to this song, it’s illegal not to.”

      He laughed and followed you. The world was spinning a little and the alcohol had made your body warm, you would have to get out for fresh air sooner than later or you’d start sweating. Not knowing what was going through your or the professors mind, whatever it was, you hoped it was the same thing.

Once on the dance floor, the two of you easily fit in the crowd’s rhythm. He knew the lyrics just as well as you, and you jumped and moved around each other mouthing the words. A layer of sweat had started to make his shirt cling to him, and his hair was a little dampened, god he looked good. As the chorus ended, he stopped momentarily to unbutton his shirt a little for some air. His exposed chest was a huge turn on and you moved a little closer to him, but someone pushed through the crowd and squashed you right into each other. 

      This was the closest you had ever been, your bodies were completely pressed against each other and his cologne was overwhelming your senses. With your hand on his chest you looked up at him, resuming to the rhythm of the song, but the two of you remained close. He made no move to push you away, he just seemed deeply in though. With a last muster of confidence, you turned around and pushed your lower half onto his and felt him harden against you. Glad for the blaring music at that moment, you moaned loudly. For a moment he did nothing, then his hands shyly placed themselves on your hips.

Maybe it was wrong, maybe you should move away and pretend it hadn’t happened, but he pulled you closer by the waist and kept you rooted to the spot. So there was a dominant part in him, this pushed away the doubts you had momentarily and you continued to rub against his hard groin. The song changed to a slower, more sexy one. He hung his head so it was next to yours, and you could feel his sticky curls tangle with your hair. His hands were on your waist, guiding you and every now and then moving higher to just below your breasts. You slid down against him slowly, then slowly pushed your butt up back against his hardness. Just the thought of what the two of you looked like at that moment could send you over the edge.

      Unable to resist seeing what he looked like, you turned around and flung your arms around his neck, his hair was wet and messy, some parts sticking to his forehead, and his chest was rising and falling at a fast pace. What made you stop was how he was staring you right in the eye through his locks, like there was no one else in the room, you pondered whether or not to kiss him but it was hot, it was so hot in the room.

You pulled free from what seemed like your wildest fantasy come true and made way to the exist and out into the open air. Professor Reid had followed you outside into the dark lamp-lit street. He mirrored your out-of-breath and at-a-loss-for-words state. “Let’s get back to the hotel, shall we?” he offered after a while, not looking at you and already walking in the direction of the hotel.

      You weren't sure if he meant that in the sense of sleeping together or just going back to your separate rooms, but the reality of it had sobered you up a little and you were feeling a little nervous now. He seemed.. angry? or what he frustrated? Things seemed so obvious back on the dance floor but now they seemed cloudy and unclear.

When you finally made your way back to the hotel the nervousness had almost eaten you up, and you were shaking. You and Spencer hadn’t said a word the entire way back, and the silence hadn’t helped your anxiety. He stopped suddenly and you walked into him, not realising you had already arrived in from of your hotel room. 

“Do you have your key card?” he finally spoke up, his voice was coarse and full of restraint.

      You nodded, turned and swiped the card to open the door. Stepping half inside you peeked around, your roommate wasn’t home yet. When you turned back to face Spencer, he was staring at you with such intensity it seemed to sear holes in you. Boldly, you took a step toward him. He immediately grabbed you by the waist and kissed you forcefully. Inside, he slammed you against the door to close it and swiped his tongue over your lips, then inside your mouth to explore. His hands were all over your body and yours tangled in his long, messy curls. When you felt his soft lips connect with the sensitive area of your neck, you moaned.

“Professor,” you squeaked. Your voice was full of need and earned a rough groan from him.

      He picked you up and set you on the counter in the small kitchen. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, looking into your eyes, grabbing the back of your neck and reattaching your lips. His words were sending a rush to your core; you needed more friction. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, his hardness now rubbing right against your beating core. He groaned and slowly grinded against you, making you want more. His tall lean figure against yours was too much to handle, it was overpowering and you couldn’t stop the soft whimpers escaping your mouth.

As his large hand massaged your breast and he continued to rock his hips against yours gradually at a faster pace, your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. 

He was in the middle of pulling off your shirt when a loud knock on the door made you freeze. He pulled away, eyes wide and lips swollen. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

“Who is it?” You called, your voice (and legs) shaking.

It turned out to be your roommate. The two of you swiftly fixed yourselves up and you opened the door. With the explained that you and the professor were just working on something more for tomorrow’s project session, he bid you goodnight and left hurriedly.

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      The next day you awoke not sure of how to go about things, or if you should just pretend that nothing had happened at all. But all that was not possible at all, you realised, when you saw him that morning. All the events of the previous night rushed at once into your mind and you bit your lip, it wasn’t over. He cleared his throat and shoved a hand into his pocket while addressing the group, his eye contact with you being only brief, yet strong.

During lunch break you wanted to speak with him, and found him in the cafeteria’s far end. Before coming around the corner, you stopped. He was on the phone.

“I know I know, Sweetness, I love you.”

Tears brimmed your eyes, he had a girlfriend. How could you be a wedge between his relationship, you had messed up real bad, but then again, he was the one who kissed you...

     You avoided him for the rest of the day, and the next even though he asked to see you twice. Finally you received a text “Can we talk, please?” Yet you still ignored him, and even forced yourself to spend your free time with the group. It wasn’t too difficult avoiding him, but on the last day it was announced that since the group did so well, they would be celebrating at the great club in town - accompanied by the teachers of course. 

      You groaned. Slowly, anger had started to rise up to you. He was the one who had known he had a girlfriend, not you. He could have stopped it at any moment, but he didn’t. It was infuriating. Revenge may be the best plot. So you put on the sexiest clothes you could find, and met up with the group.

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To be continued...  PART TWO AVAILABLE HERE: https://skei-seems.tumblr.com/post/642815872752353280/professor-reid-part-2

[neon-angels-system]

OH right yeah. you guys are going to hear abt my autism headcannons for the homestuck human kids now bcause I say so <3

this isn’t actually complete sdxrsrbhfku. will add more later

so. all of the homestuck human kids have autism. the trolls probably do to but I haven’t had a chance to think over them yet okay. this is bcause I am autistic and I like homestuck.

edit: yeah no all the trolls have autism too. but that will be saved for another post..

but! the catch is that none of them realise it (until Rose or Roxy offhandedly mention it), since well.. all of them are autistic and have limited connection with people outside their social circle.

-> J. Egbert got diagnosed really young, since their dad did in fact notice, but their dad did such a good job at accommodating for them that by the time they were 13, they kind of just. assumed they grew out of it or that it was a misdiagnosis. like, they saw autistic people getting insulted on the internet and went ‘well, I don’t care about engineering, I can talk to people, and I haven’t had a temper tantrum in years! so, I’m not autistic!’. meanwhile, their extensive knowledge about certain movies they have loved for years and can talk for hours about, strict adherence to only wearing certain materials, aversion to loud lights/sound, and complete obliviousness to certain social cues went ignored. once Rose brings it up, they’re probably the loudest denier - that is, until they started putting the pieces of their childhood together, at which point a quick 180 degree turn happens on the subject.

-> Dave did not get diagnosed because Bro did not care, and he did fine in school. he quickly learnt how to mask a lot of his “uncool” traits, but has a lot of subtle stims (e.g. sick pencil tricks), sensitivity to light, and special interests in music + irony. probably has certain routines that are time-based, but flexible (e.g. always eating something at 1pm). also has a flat/”expressionless” vocal tone. he completely refuses to engage w the idea of him having autism, even after everyone else starts going ‘wait’. once he does accept it, he makes so many jokes about it at every opportunity. (also he only drinks one brand of apple juice and got upset when they changed the packaging).

-> Jade did not get diagnosed because Grandpa also never got diagnosed and referred to it as ‘inherited eccentricities’ (see: Grandpa building a dreambot for her narcolepsy). she’s also got some comorbid stuff going on. mostly texture-based sensitivities, has several self-contained routines that must be completed in certain orders but aren’t like daily schedules, special interest in gardening and animals, a lot of visible stims, and is very distraught by sudden changes. is unsure about it at first, but eventually accepts that she’s probably autistic (’But does it actually change anything? If we’re all autistic, aren’t we just.. Normal?’). Jade is also probably the most “visibly” autistic of the beta kids.

-> Rose. star of the show. her mother took her to get diagnosed, but couldn’t get a diagnosis due to medical discrimination (Rose was a young girl. in the early 2000s. autistic women didn’t exist before about the 2010s /s). unfortunately, Mom took this as a challenge. Rose grew up unaware of her autism, but with every possible accommodation relating to it provided by her mother (from affection, but seen as passive-aggressive), despite her mother’s obliviousness to Rose’s actual interests and emotional needs. Rose mentioned the tone of the lights bothered her, and her mother had them all changed out, etc etc. as a result, Rose is very particular about brands of things like her shampoo, and had a harder time adjusting to Sburb. Rose has a special interest in psychology / the mind as well as the occult and reading, sensitivity to lights especially, loves organising things, channels a lot of her stims into certain activities (e.g. knitting), and does not know how to shut the fuck up about her special interests (mood). she never went to a proper school, but every interaction she had with kids her age failed miserably, but she found online relationships much more manageable (and then became comfortable enough with her friends that talking IRL went well). Rose is reading every book she can get her hands on during the meteor (or something), stumbles across a few psychiatric studies on autism, then first hand accounts, and goes ‘wait a fucking minute’ as she suddenly remembers her mother pacing around the kitchen going ‘those fucking stupid doctors! I’ve been trying to get this damn asperger’s diagnosis for so long, but nooo! I’m too capable, my daughter’s too young and female, and my dratted father hasn’t been around in years!’

I’ll do the other kids tomorrow bcause it is 2am but to summarise: Jake is so so very autistic in all of the ways, Dirk I need to think abt more but he def struggles w social cues, Roxy is autistic and sexy (good for her) and knows so so much abt coding, Jane could not possibly be autistic (think of the company!) but she does happen to have a lot of routines and a strong interest in pratical jokes and can’t stand loud noises. wonder what’s that about.

here’s the promised update!

-> Jake English got diagnosed with autism before his adoption, but is not aware of that due to being relatively young when it happened. Grandma adopted Jake while being aware of this, seeing it as yet another fuck-you to HIC, but although she made appropriate accommodations, she was slightly more invested her feud with her own adoptive mother and in her explorations and the drama that came with them than in making sure her adoptive grandson was fully aware of the ins and outs of his autism. Jake’s special interests mostly revolve around movies (his accent and speech patterns were picked up accidentally from this) and actresses, but he also has a special interest in guns. I’m conflicted as to whether or not his interest in adventuring should be a special interest, or a result of his location and other interests. his sensory issues are about sounds and textures, but not lights - he attributes it to being very attuned to his surroundings. he’s got bad volume control and bad control over the tone of his voice (not as bad as Dirk or Dave). his stims are not at all subtle, and would be much more physical than most of the kids, as he wasn’t raised with the expectation of suppressing them. he’s horrible w social cues, but doesn’t see himself as awkward, and so is able to carry a conversation really well! but once you’ve got him to start talking about something he’s interested in, he will keep talking, not caring whether or not you’re actually listening, and ignoring when you try to redirect the conversation,. Jake is very unsure about the whole autism thing, fairly sure they should be getting an expert in on this whole matter. despite this, Rose keeps just pointing at him as examples of different symptoms, even though he protests. once Jade starts seriously considering it, he does too, since he’s aware it’s a genetic-based disorder.

[brainrotcharacters]

*cracks knuckles* fox actually slid into my dms all lubed up with this analysis practically begging for my thoughts. bro why are you so obsessed with me (right back at you boo ❤️)

now how do I fuckin do this without spoiling my novelization for Deadpool and Wolverine... Let me pretend to be a psychology and creative writing college student presenting my thesis to the panel. this will make me suspicious if I have a roleplaying kink or not.

Wade Wilson, bless that regenerating son of a bitch, is two things: self-loathing, and wants to matter. His Guide To Wanting To Be A Hero But Never Being Able To Achieve It is proofread by both Melpomene and Thalia, Greek Muses of Tragedy and Comedy respectively. His highway into "I want to matter" is becoming a hero, in light of what he is (a mutant) being so interwoven and integrated into who he is. If there was an alternate way that didn't involve becoming a hero in order to matter, he'd take it. Or at the very least, a part of him will consider it.

As things stand, his experiences and his abilities place him in a position where he could be a hero; I've read that Vanessa sees his potential and how he has no direction, which became a big part of them breaking up. But there's a disconnect between Wade's idea of heroism (a Captain America here, a Wolverine there...) and his current capabilities of heroism (hunting down Wolverine variants to save your universe). It's the same way that there's a disconnect between that one scene I visualized for my novel before I realized I need to write six goddamn books first.

Inside Wade's fucked up psyche, there is a fear of dealing pain to his loved ones because of who he is. Heroes don't do that, do they? Heroes keep the people they love safe, happy. Alive. But not at the cost of the rest of the world. There's something so monstrously instinctual, not unlike Logan, about the way Wade didn't hesitate to take action once he has all the information about his timeline. Shoutout to Paradox being a fucking yapper. Wade thoughtlessly acted in the sense that "I'm going to keep them alive because they matter to me" and he returned to what was normal: ruthlessness, relentlessness, brutality. Traits that were otherwise produced by a harmful background, now being used for a peaceful future where Wade's chosen family is still alive.

A hero would have enough emotional intelligence to face Vanessa post-mutation and trust that she would accept him. A hero would join Colossus and the X-Men and accept the rules that define and refine him as a hero. Wade in Deadpool 2 went on a depressive spiral because of Vanessa's death, and walking through Mutant High's doors was the second best thing he can use his time on because every suicide attempt so far had failed.

In my mind, considering how little Deadpool media I've consumed (I trust Ryan's take on it, though), canon Wade Wilson is "Fuck the rest of the world except this one." which 9 times out of 10 stems from a childhood that showed "I care about the world more than you" while he was simultaneously abused. As a kid? There's scientific evidence how that can fuck up someone's self-worth. Wade is now a grown man who finds the boyfailures girlfailures in the crowd and decides babygirl. Look no further than the worst Wolverine.

Wade self-sabotages. He refuses to believe he should be loved because he feels like he's done nothing to earn it. That doesn't mean he doesn't want it. Bitch, that sounds fuckin familiar.

[IMAGE ID: User @yikes077 replied: Did Deadpool want to be a hero? He specifically spent 2 whole movies avoiding the x men, not wanting to be a hero, and actively being bad at being a hero / END ID]

I wanted to answer your reply in a separate post since I had a lot I wanted to explain! For those who want to know the original post this was asked on, here is a link!

For a short, precise answer: Yes, Deadpool wanted to be a hero.

But if you want an response that answers your curiosity and more? I'm more than happy to explain all three movies and how they build up and showcase Wade Wilson's Guide To Wanting To Be A Hero But Never Being Able To Achieve It.

It all started in the first movie in the very first act in which Wade threatens the pants off a pizza delivery man he was paid to make apologize and rethink his life choices. This was because there was a young woman who was being affected by the guys stalker tendencies. The young girl, looking at Wade's hard work for getting the job done, calls him her Hero.

Now Wade immediately deflects, refusing to be under that title because, "I'm just a bad guy paid to fuck up worse guys."

This explains how Wade originally viewed himself before he was forcefully mutated. He doesn't see himself as a hero because he's a bad guy. In his opinion Heroes are good, they don't go about things the way he does, which is threats, blood, guts, and stirring shit up at a merc bar.

Later on, when he discovers he has Cancer and is told he can not only be cured but become a Hero, he cries it out and than leaves in the middle of the night. Why? Because in his eyes being a Hero is saving the people you love and he was saving Vanessa by leaving her. To keep her from the ugliness he oozes with his terminal disease. He chose to do something he deemed Heroic for the reasons Heroes do.

It's seen very frequently that Heroes will sacrifice something they cherish in order to save something else, especially if that other person means more than what they sacrificed. Being Heroic is all about doing stupid shit in the same of love. Spider-Man did it, getting revenge for Uncle Ben. Hell, if you've ever seen The Crow (1994) Eric does everything in his power to bring a bunch of assholes to justice for the shit they pulled. Even Death Sentence (2007) applies!

Is it Spider-Man's finest moment nearly taking that shot to get revenge? Did Eric spend his time correctly instead of getting himself killed? Did the father really need to get the rest of his family killed for his prized son? You can have your own opinion on it, but at the end of the day when you do something for the sake of others, no matter how fucked up it is and how much it sacrifices everything, it is a version of Heroism.

Heroism isn't pretty and can't be fit into perfect boxes because that's just against not only human nature, but the very act of complex Heroing itself. To be a hero it's about being between a rock and a hard place 24/7, being the cause for lives lost and lives saved. And if you think Heroing is entirely selfless than Miles Morales would have to be kicked from the field. He does everything for the people he loves, to make the world a better place for them.

So, Wade goes and gets himself mutated. He does it for Vanessa, to make life better for her. He doesn't see her to make it easier on her and himself, because the thing is that Wade Wilson hates himself even before the mutation.

He doesn't think he's worth a damn and crawling back to someone he became a monster to save is like the hardest fucking thing to do. One, because you're scared shitless of their reaction because you care about it. But also just, because will you be hurting or helping? Wade dances around Vanessa not because he's being an asshole but because he is fucking paralyzed by the thought of hurting her, seeing the hurt he's already caused.

In the second movie because he was witnessed literally saving Vanessa's life which is blatant Heroism 101 despite still believing he isn't worth shit. Because, my beloved, dear, scrumptious reader, self hatred affects people a shit ton and when they place a title in high regard and believe they are so much more below it, unworthy to even reach it because he "is incapable" being the stereotypical hero. Of course he's going to deny it. It's like being denied you're loved, you don't feel like you should be because you feel like you've done nothing to earn it.

But Colossus hasn't given up on him, Wade has been trying but he isn't like the other heroes. He doesn't understand the No Kill rule, he doesn't know how to defuse situations without being an ass and he sure as fuck doesn't fit the public image of what a hero is in the MCU. So, yeah, you're right, he is actively bad at being a hero. But a specific label of hero. A specific ideal. An expectation he's incapable of reaching because it means removing half if not all of himself.

That doesn't mean he doesn't want it, though. Because if he doesn't than why try at all? Why try to help Vanessa? Russel? His family? He fucks up on the job in the second movie to PROVE he isn't worth the hero label, that his existence actively goes against it. Using my example from before, it's like doing something actively bad just to prove how much you're unlovable.

If you want further explanation on how this shows up in the third movie, I recommend this post I made.

But either way, I hope this explains how Wade wants to be a Hero but actively sabotages himself and doesn't believe he can be because he's aware of all his faults and so do others. Because, in the end, Wade cares and tries to do something about it. He genuinely does, and I think that's meaningful in a way he isn't able to accept as a character currently.

[iamaghost-fearme]

Ectober Day 24: Sibling Comfort

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Danny thrashed in his bed, tangling himself in the sheets. He woke drenched in a cold sweat and breathing heavily as the remnants of the nightmare flitted around his brain. It had been weeks since Danny had had a full, restful night’s sleep. The same visions plagued him every time he closed his eyes. Flaming white hair dancing above a deathly blue face with haunting red eyes so like his own in everything but color.

Clockwork had reset the explosion that killed all of his family and friends, but he could still see the Nasty Burger in flames and the laughing, bragging face of his evil future. None of his friends or family remembered anything about the confrontation between him and his own future and he can’t bring himself to tell Sam, Tucker, and Jazz how close they were to death. Jazz had noticed something was wrong and clearly wanted to talk about it. He’d been avoiding her for a week.

They hadn’t spoken much since her confession that she knew his secret. She was giving him space, and he appreciated it, but he could tell she was getting antsy. Ever since Jazz had started up her interest in psychology, she’d made it her mission to look after him and his well being. Not talking about how he felt about being half ghost and the Nasty Burger incident had to be driving her crazy.

She’d always been there for him when they were younger, helping him with homework, taking him to the park, looking after him while their parents were busy working down in the lab. Once he was in middle school, they’d drifted apart. It wasn’t cool to hang out with your older sister then, and he was happy to play video games with Tucker instead. There’d only been more distance after the accident, both with his sister and his parents. But now Jazz knew his secret; they had a chance to bridge the gap and be close again.

Danny sighed, shoved himself off the bed, and tiptoed over to his bedroom door. He opened it a crack to peer across the hall at Jazz’s closed door and the light shining out from under it. A quick glance over at his alarm clock showed that it was only 6 in the morning. Either Jazz was up early or she fell asleep doing work again. One large step took him across the hall and he knocked softly on the door before easing it open.

Jazz was on her bed, reading with the bedside light on. She looked up when Danny opened the door. Confusion and worry flickered across her face before she settled on a soft smile and motioned for him to come in. He climbed onto the bed and sat next to her, hugging his knees to his chest.

“Hey little bro, what’s up?” she asked gently. She closed her book and set it on the nightstand and turned slightly to face him. Danny let the silence stretch while he built up his courage.

“I wanted to talk about, you know, the whole ghost thing,” he started. “We never talked about any of it and you probably have questions and I thought maybe we could talk about what happened with the CAT.” His gaze remained firmly fixed on his knees, waiting for Jazz. A small voice in the back of his head was telling him that she wouldn’t want to talk to him about the CAT fiasco. She was the perfect straight-A student and he had almost cheated. He didn’t think he could stand to hear her disappointment.

“Of course we can talk. I’m always here for you,” she said, wrapping her arm around his shoulders and giving him a gentle squeeze. For the first time in weeks, a real smile stretched across his face.