#and there are some questionable things in it so uh yknow

[suuuupernovaaa]

claw clip

summary: reader misses claw clips the most of anything pre-apocalypse. joel is obsessed with her, and fixes her issue.

warnings/tags: jackson joel, obsessed joel, simping, fluffy, HEA

MASTERLIST

The question is: what do you miss most about life pre-apocalypse?

Some at the table, like Ellie and Dina, were born into this world, so sit in rapt attention, listening to everyone else discuss before.

Some, like me, were early teens at the time. There’s things we miss, but maybe not as much as those at the table like Joel and Tommy, who were in their 30s.

“Your turn,” Tommy turns to me, and I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

“Oh, I don’t know…” I say, folding my hands on the table. “I was 14 at the time. I’ve lived like this more than, yknow, like that.”

“Come on,” Ellie says, rolling her eyes playfully. “Name one thing.”

I sigh. “Claw clips.”

Joel next to me lets out an ungentlemanly snort. “Like, for hair?”

Without thinking, my hand raises up to bring my braid over my shoulder. “Yes! This is why I didn’t want to share. It’s stupid. I’m sure there are some out there, but they’d be so brittle and useless by now. I loved wearing my hair in a claw clip. I did it every day, so I would look just like my mom.” I shrug, wrapping the long braid around my hand. “I just miss it.”

I let my braid fall behind my back again, and an awkward silence falls over the table.

“That’s not stupid,” Dina says, offering me a smile that I return eagerly.

Joel reaches over, pulling my braid back over my shoulder, and I look to him.

“Sometimes I miss the small things, too,” he says, and I reach over to squeeze his thigh.

xxx

It’s a few days later when I’m reminded of this conversation. I’ve just finished dinner at Joel’s house, and Ellie is helping me clean up.

It’s been a few months that I’ve been dating the man that I know she considers a father, even if she doesn’t say it, and Ellie has been nothing but kind to me in that time. She’s strong willed and a little goofy, a perfect and dangerous combination that makes her endearing to me.

“Are you in love with Joel?” she asks as I hand her a plate to dry. One thing I have learned about the teenager is that she isn’t shy, not in the least. If something crosses her mind, she says it.

I let out a laugh that’s equal parts nervous and entertained.

“I can’t tell you that before I’ve told him that,” I reply, dipping a bowl in the water.

“Hm,” she says quietly. “Sounds like a yes to me.”

When we’re finished, she heads out to meet up with Dina, and I join Joel in the living room on the couch, shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh.

Joel is reserved in front of other people. I don’t think anyone would realize at a glance what we are to each other. He keeps a polite distance, greets me with curt nods and barely-there smiles.

It’s different when it’s just the two of us. Joel is touching me, always. A hand on my thigh, or my lower back, maybe playing with my hair, or enveloping me in his arms.

It’s why I don’t mind the distance in public. It doesn’t feel cold because sometimes, I catch his stare lingering or wandering, and I know he’s longing for us to be alone, just like I am.

He wraps his arm around me, pulling me tight to him, and I rest my head on his strong shoulder.

“I have something for you,” he tells me, his voice like dark honey pouring over me in the dimming evening light.

“Oh?” I say, leaning away to look at him. He stands up, looking a little nervous, running his hands down his shirt.

“Wait here.”

He stalks off then, his boots clicking on the floor, and I wait anxiously until he returns.

I can’t tell what it is in his hands at first, until he sits next to me and extends it my way.

“I wasn’t sure how big it should be. I can make a smaller one, or larger. You have a lot of hair so I thought this would, uh, work.”

It’s a claw clip. Made of polished wood, shiny and beautiful. I open it and close it, hearing that familiar click that I’d almost forgotten.

I can see my mother, standing in the kitchen, expertly twisting her hair up in a way I was always trying to replicate.

My heart is pounding, tight in my chest as I stare at this gift with eyes that are filling with tears.

“Did you make this?” I ask, even though the answer is obviously yes.

He just nods and clears his throat.

With shaking fingers, I pull my hair back, twisting it as best I can in the way I remember my mother doing 20 years ago. I feel like a child, practicing in my bedroom, wanting to be as lovely as she was.

The clip feels secure on my head. A little heavy, since it’s made of wood instead of plastic, but that makes it special.

It fits perfectly, holding all my hair in a twist that probably looks messy, and tears are falling from my eyes now.

“You’re crying,” Joel says matter of factly. I try to remember if I’ve cried in front of him before. I think this might be a first.

“Joel, I…” I struggle to find the words to explain how I feel, so instead, I pull him to me by his shoulders and press my lips to his in a searing, desperate kiss that I hope tells him.

He holds me tight to him, returning the kiss with enthusiasm, and when I pull away, he wipes the tears from my face.

“This means a lot to me. I can’t believe you did that for me.”

A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Why? Can’t you believe it, I mean?”

I reach up, running my fingers over the clip again. “No one has ever done anything like this for me. You must like me a lot,” I say with a smile, my voice still thick with emotion.

“You might say that,” he says, pulling me in for another soft kiss. “You might say I even love you,” he murmurs, his lips still a whisper away from mine, our eyes still closed.

I’m going to cry again. “I love you too, Joel Miller.”

He smiles at me then. A true, ear to ear smile, so rare from this serious man of mine, and the tears do flow then.

But he doesn’t seem to mind.

[sparta369]

I bought slay the princess but haven’t started it ‘cause it kinda intimidates me, can you convince me to play it?

Ok now I know you just asked me to convince you to play it but hear me out

Don't play it yet

There's a huge, Free Content expansion coming out on the 24th of this month, in just 8 days called The Pristine Cut, which is going to expand the game by about 35%. The Devs themselves have said to wait for the expansion release if you haven't played it already lol

That being said, I'd never pass up an opportunity to gush about one of my favorite games ever created

I realized far too late that I'd accidentally written far more than either of us probably wanted. So I'll try to sparknotes it, and leave the full thing below the cut.

The less you know going in, the better. However, it is still a horror game. You can find a list of content warnings here. It's just a list, so it doesn't really reveal very much.

A single playthrough lasts about 3-4 hours on average, though I can guarantee you'll want to do more than one. The game is positively dense with choices. It's impossible to see everything in one playthrough, and one would be hard-pressed to have the exact same playthrough twice.

Words cannot really capture how much I love this game. It's story masterfully crafted with a vast ocean of choices for the player to make, all of which make a true and profound impact on the narrative. If you enjoyed Disco Elysium or The Stanley Parable, You'll like Slay the Princess. The game was lovingly hand-drawn, pencil on paper, and the music was beautifully composed. The voice acting, featuring the talents of Nichole Goodnight and Jonathan Sims, are also, in my opinion, phenomenal.

I truly cannot express the emotional impact this game has left me with. It's a game I'll carry with me for the rest of my life.

Whether you intend to stop here or read on, I'll leave you with this one screenshot. It's only text, and it's literally the second thing you see upon booting up the game, so don't worry about spoilers lmao

"Whatever horrors you may find in these dark spaces, have heart and see them through."

"There are no premature endings. There are no wrong decisions."

"There are only fresh perspectives and new beginnings."

"This is a love story."

Oh boy you clicked the "keep reading" button :o) I wrote this over the course of most of my day today before I realized exactly how long it was. Besides a small change to the end, I'm going to leave most of it un-touched, just for the sake of preserving whatever the hell was going on in my head at the time :o)

Slay the Princess is one of those games where, the less you know going in, the better, So I'll do my best to convince you without revealing anything.

Still, though, It is a horror game. If you would like to look through it just in case, you can find a list of content warnings on their website here. It gives a list of many things you may encounter, but there is a 0% chance that you will encounter all, or likely even half, of the things described in there. In addition, they present these things in a way that reveals as little as possible. Still, I would personally recommend against reading through them, but there's no shame or judgement if you go dig through it. You know yourself better than anybody, if you think ya need it that's fine.

There's also some flickering image effects & a parallax effect that has caused motion sickness for some players, but both of these can be disabled in the settings.

With all that out of the way...

Words truly cannot explain how much I love this game.

It is an absolute masterwork of interactive narrative storytelling. No other game I've played or heard of in my life gives as much weight to every single choice you make, every little thing you do. There are so many choices and possibilities, and not once does the game ever make you feel like you've chosen "wrong." It's impossible to see everything in one playthrough, and you would be hard-pressed to get the exact same playthrough twice. Quite literally, every time I've watched somebody else play the game, they happened upon something I'd never seen before, despite me having 100% of the achievements.

One playthrough usually takes around 3-4 hours, but you will almost certainly want to do more than one.

There are also a number of places where you can safely and logically pause and come back later, should you need to.

The narrative itself is expertly woven. The storytelling is phenomenal, interweaving paralyzing fear with heart-aching beauty, while also carrying a healthy amount of comedy at carefully chosen places. The themes carry through beautifully. I've cried actual tears on more than one occasion, and it's not easy to get that out of me. Slay The Princess is a story that will be a part of my heart for as long as I live.

If you've played and enjoyed Disco Elysium, you'll enjoy Slay The Princess.

If you've played and enjoyed The Stanley parable, you'll enjoy Slay The Princess.

I know that I often struggle with games that require a lot of reading, and that includes a lot of visual novel type games.

Thankfully, the game is, for the most part, fully voice-acted :) The very few bits that aren't voiced are that way for narrative reasons hee hoo

The voice acting itself is, in my opinion, phenomenal. Both actors put their heart and souls into their roles, and their care shows in their performances. The Princess is voiced by Nichole Goodnight & the Narrator is voiced by Jonathan Sims (Who you may recognize from The Magnus Archives, if you were ever into that).

The art of the game is beautiful. It is all lovingly hand-drawn, pencil on paper. Thousands of images, and even a few animations, all coming together to form a wonderfully unique visual style that lends itself well to the game itself.

The soundtrack of this game, composed by Brandon Boone & with vocal performances by Amelia Jones, is absolutely breathtaking. It does a phenomenal job setting and supporting the tone of the game, whether it be tension, fear, hope, joy, or anything between and beyond. I can't put it's beauty into words.

Brandon Boone actually just recently won the "Game Music Award" at the World Soundtrack Awards for his work on Slay The Princess, and I deeply believe that it was 100% deserved.

This is... probably far more than you ever asked for. But I mean it when I say that Slay the Princess is one of my favorite games of all time. I mean it when I say that Slay The Princess is a story that will be a part of my heart for as long as I live. I'll take any opportunity to make more people play it, in hopes that it might impact them even a fraction as much as it has impacted me. I've bought a total of 11 copies of this game (1 for myself, 9 which were distributed to friends, and one that's coming with the Collector's Edition)

As my final word, I'll once again remind you:

"Whatever horrors you may find in these dark spaces, have heart and see them through."

"There are no premature endings. There are no wrong decisions."

"There are only fresh perspectives and new beginnings."

"This is a love story."

[sunbedo]

Hey guys. gay rights

[flowercrowngods]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN REST OF THE BACKSTORY

knightmærs

love: saying "i love you" even when you're scared written for @steddielovemonth day 20 (@quinns-shadowy-arts)

M | ~3.1k | tags: medieval-ish au, prince!steve, lovers to enemies who are still lovers but it’s intrigue cw: torture (both implied and explicit), past & on-screen brainwashing, manipulation, angst, violence, open ending, mild gore, traditional fairytale imagery

princemær

It is not the sensation of cold steel touching his throat that makes him halt, the blade against his skin a feeling so familiar these days that he barely falters in his steps anymore. Nor is it the clearly spoken threat of, “One wrong move, Kas, and I will paint the soil with your blood so that something good may come of your existence after all.” 

Original, that. Eddie is not loath to admit it. 

And were this valiant knight anyone else, he surely would have worked his clever tongue to make it count, at the very least, that they should have caught him at last. Judging by the determination in the man’s hazel eyes and the absolute calm in his hand, sword unwavering against Eddie’s throat, he would have paid gravely for it. 

As it is, though, Eddie can only stare into the eyes of his imminent captor, frozen to the spot and freezing yet more when he finds no trace of recognition in those eyes. 

What did they do to you? he wonders desperately, so forlorn in the throes of distress he finds no wherewithal to struggle against four men of the Prince’s guard as they roughly disarm and bind him. He doesn’t take his eyes off the Prince, aching for just a hint of recognition, even a glint of betrayal and hatred – but all he can find is cold nothingness as the Prince holds his gaze, looking down at Eddie from his royal mare. It’s not one Eddie recognises, and he is reminded of the years he has gone without those eyes in his life. 

“The King is expecting your return,” says the Prince, sheathing his sword when one of his men binds Eddie to the back of his horse; the first of many tortures, he is sure.

Or rather, the second, with the way the Prince is looking at him, speaking to him without that familiar melody to his voice. It is monotonous now, and Eddie wants to become the monster again that they all make him out to be, if only to rip out the throat of the person who did this to him. The person who took the Prince’s voice, his smile, his memories. 

He would gladly become a monster for him all over again. 

“A sword has been made for your head, after all. And a feast for your demise.” 

And with that, the Prince spurs his mare into a trot, his loyal guardsmen following just behind him, pulling Eddie with them. It is a small miracle that he does not stumble and fall, the floor beneath his feet unsteady as cotton as all feeling leaves his body and the world rewrites itself around him and this very moment. 

Prince Steven wants him publicly executed. That is not what leaves Eddie’s stomach with a wave of nausea he barely manages to swallow down, panting and gasping for air as he is from running after the horses. 

No, what leaves him with a frozen bloodstream and a panicked paralysis of the mind is that Prince Steven recognises him no longer. Remembers not the history that lies between them. The sacrifices made. 

Were the situation any different, allowing for tears and curses cried into the dark of night without threat of detection, Eddie would have wailed. Wept at the realisation that he should have never left Steve to the claws of the King and his advisor. 

What did they do to you? he agonises, staring at the familiar blues that attire the Prince so tragically familiar. And how do I get you back before you spell doom for yourself with my own blood?

*** 

Foolishly, Eddie has spent years of his life thinking he would never be presented with this view again: The palace in all its glory, sandstone nary white and golden, shining and gleaming in ways more sublime than the sun herself. It stole many a night from him, the thought of this vision and the heart it holds inside, a keep more than a palace, and just as out of reach for the hands of a man deemed a traitor to the kingdom. 

But now here he is, stumbling on bleeding feet as the horse drags him into the courtyard of what used to be his home so many winters ago he has lost count. People gave gathered in the streets and alleys and up by the windows, chancing a look at the man condemned, sweat and tears dried and crusted on his cheeks, ripped clothes showing bleeding wounds from falling when the Prince demanded they ride faster. 

He can scarcely hold his own weight anymore, his feet aching and burning, his entire body on fire and dehydrated, the world around him spinning just quickly enough that he takes too long to realise it when the Prince cuts the rope from the horse’s saddle and takes a hold of it instead. Holding Eddie like a mutt on a leash – and he’s panting like one, too. 

Still he catches his breath long enough to lift his chin and look at the Prince, showing defiance in one simple act that in another lifetime counted as devotion. But he wants to look at him. Wants to drink him in, changed though he might be. 

“Will you lead me to death now, Your Majesty?” 

The Prince says nothing as he rebinds Eddie’s wrists, securing them to his chest so he can’t easily break free and the Prince’s neck in the process. A wave of pride washes over him, even as he realises that he must succumb to being a prisoner for now with no means to escape. 

“I am but your humble subject. Where you lead, I will follow,” Eddie says with a wavering voice, just barely resisting to bow before his Prince for dramatic effect and hoping that would conceal the truth to his words. 

“One more word, snake,” he says, cold eyes boring into Eddie’s like a blade of ice and leaving trickles of fear in their wake, “and I will personally see to your death being so slow and painful, you will have forgotten your own name just before I am done, leaving you not enough time to remember. You will spend eternity wandering and finding no peace. Finding not even your name, as all you are has been replaced with pain.”  

Eddie flinches away from him unwittingly, hating the cold smirk that infests that beautiful face. His Prince wouldn’t talk like that. His Prince would not resort to threats of torture, inflicting fear wherever he sets foot. 

He had heard the stories, tales of a Prince changed, accounts of the Golden Prince dimmed and dulled, a tender heart hardened and smooth edges roughened to hurt whoever dared to touch him. The first few years he had heard the tales, and still he had chosen disbelief and doubt. Refusal to believe it. 

His Prince would never. Stevie could never. 

And yet. 

“What happened to you?” he whispers, the words leaving his mouth before he can stop them, and he watches as something shutters behind those familiar eyes. 

“You cut out my heart. All those years ago, when you killed him. I intend to do the same to you.” 

Eddie swallows, the words not making sense. He has killed many a man, those who deserved it and those who did not, but whom could he have killed to elicit such a response from the Prince? 

“Whom?” he dares ask, preparing for a blade in his stomach or a fist in his face, ready for the guards to pull him back and pummel him until he does indeed forget his name and the rest of the world for a while. 

But the Prince stands his ground, his cold gaze nary lifeless even as Eddie’s vision swims. 

“Eddie.” 

And all the blood flees his body in a rush as understanding dawns on him, leaving yet more confusion as he hears his own name fall from the Prince’s lips with such barely concealed grief and sadness that it makes his knees buckle. 

“I intend to repay you for what you have taken from me. Settle the blood debt. Three days from now, it shall be my hand on the sword that will have your head.”

Eddie is too stunned to speak, too exhausted from two days on his feet, dragged on his feet and on his back, and the unfamiliar sensation of fear grips his whole body and intensifies the aches and pains he feels until his legs give out and he lands on his knees in front of his Prince, close to weeping once more. 

A hand comes to rest on his chin, tipping up his face so he can meet those royal eyes, and Eddie finds himself wishing for the blade instead. 

“Good,” Prince Steven says, his voice quiet, only for Eddie to hear. “I want to hear you beg for your life.” 

Eddie cannot keep a hold of the tear that breaks free and rolls down his face, leaving a trace for the Prince to follow as he undoubtedly marvels at having the great Betrayer on his knees and at a loss for words. 

And Eddie knows he will beg. But not for his life.

*** 

Torture does come, but not from his Prince. 

Instead it is Henry, the King’s advisor, who takes great pleasure in taunting him, leaving his body bloodied and bruised before he applies whatever concoction he cooked up that will leave Eddie feeling like his insides have turned to flames, leaving him to grunt and bite down on his screams as Henry weaves tales out of thin air laced with blood, sweat and tears. 

“You were always so gullible, the both of you,” Henry continues, though Eddie must have missed the beginning of his words, as even these ones barely reach him through the pain. 

“What did you do to him?” he asks around a mouthful of blood, spitting at Henry’s feet, revealing in the sick twist of his mouth that Eddie can just barely make out as his vision blurs dangerously. 

“What did we do to him? Oh, even a decade later you are still the same stupid boy you were then, hmm? It is you who did this to him. It is you who betrayed him, killing Eddie Munson and becoming Kas The Betrayer. Do you not recall?” 

His world tilts suddenly as Henry fills his mouth with a bitter liquid, clamping his mouth shut so Eddie has no choice but to swallow it all. 

“Surely you do remember the way you shoved your blade between Munson’s ribs on your way out of this cell all these years ago, cutting out his heart and making it your first feast of your newly-won freedom. Surely you remember betraying the Prince’s trust and then killing his lover and his best friend. You must remember, stupid boy, and know that your execution will bring freedom to the Prince’s mind that is so trapped in its vengefulness.” 

Nausea overcomes him and he retches, but Henry prevents him from throwing up and emptying his bowels to rid himself from whatever the alchemist uses to cloud his senses and reshape the world to his very own liking. 

“Shut up,” Eddie wheezes, earning a well-placed punch for his troubles. “Don’t touch him. Don’t you… Don’t you touch him.” 

A smile fills his vision as Henry comes close to hum as he turns Eddie’s face this way and that, keeping him from shaking it as images of a false history manifest in his mind. 

“Oh, I won’t have to touch him. See, he will realise what he has done on the scaffold. The veil over his eyes will be lifted when your heart stops beating, all the pieces will fall into place, but still he will be blind, for the veil will be replaced with the ghost of you, slowly fading beneath him.” 

Henry is circling him, stalking him like a predator his prey. Eddie has not been prey in so long. He does not know how to suppress the shivers or the horror at the tale woven around him. 

“And then, sword still in hand as it drips with your blood, despair will overcome him and he will follow you. The kingdom will be freed of the King’s pest of an heir, and I will lend his grieving Majesty all helping hand in ruling his kingdom. That is, of course, until he, too, ultimately succumbs to grief for his only son, leaving only myself to rebuild and reshape first the kingdom and then the whole world just the way I want.” 

He comes to a stop in front of him, another dark green flask in his hand. 

“You are but a pawn in this, Kas.” 

More of the bitter liquid flows down his throat and Eddie almost chokes on it, coughing it up and trying to resist, but Henry is stronger than he is. Always has been. 

And with poison in his ears and his bloodstream alike, Henry’s words grow truths inside Kas’s mind; the memory of Eddie Munson dying on his blade, the blood dripping down his fingers as he takes a bite of the man’s heart, and the prince’s screams in his ear at this ultimate betrayal, for that heart belonged to him. 

When he loses his grasp on consciousness, out of breath and out of his mind with pain, he wishes for the scaffold. He wishes for the Prince to take his life and settle the debt. Avenge his love. Avenge what Kas can only ever dream about. 

***

Gradually, over the span of only three days spent in either sensory deprivation or torture, Henry manages to drain the dredges of Eddie’s false identity and replace them with what really happened; replace them with Kas. With guilt, with shame, with a debt so severe it could never be paid back as long as Kas remains alive. 

He forgets about most of Henry’s visits, wakes up with new injuries and new memories, the reserves of water left for him tasting bitter and wrong, but he is always so desperate for it, he has not the luxury of choice. 

The Prince never comes. 

*** 

The third sun rises and finds Kas a broken man. 

They lead him out in chains and shackles, like he poses any risk of escaping. Like he doesn’t welcome what is about to come. Like he doesn’t— 

He… 

Kas falters in his steps the very second he lays eyes on the Prince, hand resting on the hilt of a broadword that looks to be expertly crafted. A sword has been made for your head, after all. He swallows, ignoring the guard that kicks him in the shin and punches him in the neck, telling him to move forward. 

His head aches the longer he watches the Prince, the world around him becoming hazy as guilt and shame wash over him, the feeling that this is right, this is what he deserves. And still, underneath it all, when Prince Steven meets his eyes, there is the nagging feeling that none of this is right at all. That the Prince should not be looking at him like that, should not be holding onto that sword, should not be his own executioner. 

It splits his head, but still he is helpless against the shackles, cannot struggle when the guards pull him along instead. 

The Prince says not a word until Kas the Betrayer kneels before him, and once again there is a wave of familiarity that comes from this action, but he cannot place it. Kas has never knelt for anyone, so it must be wrong. It must be instinct, the last desperate flare of a dying flame, leaving him disoriented, his head flooded with visions of how life could have been. 

The headache mingles with a new wave of fevered need to live, to rip apart these shackles and kill every guardsman and the King himself before he leaves the sandstone castle behind him once more. 

But there is also a strange sensation of calmness that tells him he is willing to let it happen like it must. He is willing to give this to the Prince and repent. He is willing to give it all up and give in to this. 

Kas the Betrayer is ready to die. He is too tired to alter the course of fate any longer. 

But then? Oh, a lone man’s willingness is not force strong enough to defy the will of Fate herself. 

Because when Prince Steven opens his mouth, all the bitterness leaves Eddie’s mouth, all the visions become unveiled at the sound of that voice that for decades now has held him through pain and pleasure alike, the voice that whispered promises of a future together of even just five minutes away from prying eyes. 

When Prince Steven opens his mouth, Kas becomes Eddie once more, coming to life again inside his own tired, exhausted, agonised head. 

“Any last wish?” 

For those to be the words that save him carries a strange sense of irony, and Eddie knows it’s too late. He knows the plan will commence. Maybe it’s for the better. Ten years he has suffered without his heart, ten years spent shunned and banished and labeled a traitor to all kingdoms simply because he dared to love his Prince more than his King. Ten years that have left him tired and worn out, without a purpose to his ways. 

And Steve, subjected to Henry and his alchemy, his poisons and potions, his bitterness that will turn your insides to flames. Steve, tortured and manipulated for ten years without Eddie there to protect him. 

Maybe it’s for the best that it should end now. That it should end like this. He has no strength left in his body, could not free himself or the Prince even if he were foolish enough to try. 

Still he finds himself relieved that he should die inside his own head this time. That small mercies and miracles alike will grant him this. Looking at Steve as he takes his last breaths.

So, does he have any last wish? 

“Yes,” he croaks, daring to look up into those once so beautiful eyes that hold no warmth anymore. 

Tell me what they did to you. A kiss from my Prince. Don’t turn this blade on yourself when this life has left my body. Believe me when I say this is a trap, and I am not who you think I am.

But he says none of that. Wishes for something else. Wishes not for himself.

He swallows, straightening his back. “I wish that you would… That you would just, just listen to me.” Fear overcomes him, and he knows these will be his last words.

The Prince inclines his head, intent at least on listening. Good. That’s good. 

Because now, for the first time in a decade, Eddie will utter these words to ears that will listen. Fear grips his heart, squeezing around it until it stops. And still he speaks. 

“I love you. And I forgive you.” 

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note: i posted this last night but then wanted to double check with the lovely lovely mod of steddielovemonth (kith for you!) if this was okay to post, and she said yes, so fever dream round 2! sorry for the inconvenience, thank you for the patience! 🤍

[lexluvsmegs]

You’re a… what?!

[Choso Kamo x f!reader]

Synopsis ౨ৎ - you and Choso have been friends for quite a while, but after a tipsy game of truth or dare Choso reveals he is in fact a virgin… but you’re determined to change that.

Warnings ౨ৎ - NSFW ⭒ Choso is down bad!! ⭒ unprotected ⭒ riding ⭒ slight mommy and breeding kink ⭒ Choso is a whimpering pathetic mess (but what’s new)

Authors note ౨ৎ - this is a re upload! I realised I needed to fix too many things so I just decided to do another post entirely :))

Word count ౨ৎ - 2.8k

(Minors do not interact!!)

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Choso was your best friend. And best friends tell each other everything… right?

“Hey, you know Gojo is hosting one of his silly frat parties tonight?” A mischievous glance in Choso’s direction tells him all he needs to know. He can only offer a sigh of acknowledgment as he attempts to return to the project he was previously working on, waiting for the nexts words to roll off your tongue. “Well… I was wondering if you maybe wanted to come this time, since, yknow you never leave your dorm unless it’s to study” you poke fun at the darker haired man sat by your side, thighs grazing one another. It’s not a lie per se, he really did need to let loose and at least try to have some fun… like seriously when was the last time this guy got laid?

Choso, however, doesn’t seem amused by your teasing and throws you an exasperated look as he huffs to himself. You take that as a sign to push further “oh c’mon now, you’ve never gone to a proper house party before.” Your argument falls on deaf ears as he actively ignores your every word. “At this point I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone thought you were some virgin nerd” it was a joke, of course it was, but that didn’t stop Choso’s body from going rigid as his head shot up in an attempt to discern if you were kidding or not. His body only slightly relaxes once he realised you weren’t serious. Huh… weird. You decide to keep whatever questioning comments on what just happened to yourself, instead focusing on the task at hand.

You now fully turn your body to face his, sitting cross legged on your chair as you lean in close, close enough that your warm breath can be felt in the shell of his ear. You don’t seem to notice the shiver that racks through his body due to the close proximity. “Please, would you go for me” you all but whine in his ear. Choso has never really been able to say no to you and he definitely wasnt about to start now. His whole face flushes a shade of deep ruby while he attempts to scramble away, babbling something incoherent. “So?..” he turns to meet your gaze as he calms his breathing. “Uh.. f-fine” yes! This is what you’ve been waiting for. Took him long enough. “Perfect! It starts at 8PM, meet me there? Ugh you don’t know how happy you’ve made me Cho!” You squeal and plant a chaste kiss on his cheek leaving him at a loss for words. And with that you jump out your seat and depart, hips swaying side to side.

And god, did you leave Choso a mess…

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You look good, if you do say so yourself.

Maybe, just maybe, the thought that Choso was going to be there made you put in a little more effort when getting ready than you normally would have, but he doesn’t need to know that. You were already slightly tipsy when arriving due to the pres that your friend had hosted. Now you were as confident as ever crossing the threshold into Gojos home. Your eyes surveyed the area - thank god for Gojos open plan - it didn’t take long for your eyes to lock with the breathtakingly dark ones that belong to your best friend. Though as you attempted to make your way over, you were stopped by none other than the home owner himself. “And just as I thought you couldn’t get any sexier” ever the flirt Gojo was. “You’re one to talk, I can barely hold myself back from pouncing on you” you joke back with a wink. You and Gojos friendship was very much a playful one, joke flirting with one another was how you came to be as close as you are now. Obviously, the flirting was never anything serious as he was, well, gay. But not many knew that about him.

As you continued your mindless banter with the silver haired man, you felt someone’s harsh gaze on the two of you. You whipped your head round to find the source of the staring and found it to be none other than Choso. Though as you attempted to wave him over, you found his gaze to be solely focused on Gojo. And damn… if looks could kill. You took this as your sign to excuse yourself and made your way over the dark haired man who still had his eyes trained on poor Gojo.

“Damn, what did Gojo ever do to you” you laugh while sliding up beside him and leaning on the kitchen counter. This seems to break Choso out of his stupor. “I don’t like how he looks at you” you were slightly stunned as he spoke, Gojo? Never. Also since when is Choso so involved in who you associate with. “Uh what? Like a friend? I don’t think I have anything to be worried about” you attempt to lighten the tense air surrounding the both of you however Choso still seems to be in a mood. You definitely need to change the topic “why don’t we take shots? You seem pretty sober baby” the pet name was entirely a mistake, your hazy mind letting it slip, however that doesn’t stop the deep blush and stuttering breaths from Choso. “O-okay” he seems to have snapped out of whatever mood he was previously in. You search Gojos cupboards for two shot glasses and pour both with the alcohol you had brought along with you. “You ready?” You hand the shot glass to Choso and sense his apprehension. “Don’t worry about it if you don’t wanna, but we can do it at the same time if you do” the truth was he had never had any hard liquor before, sure he’d had a beer or two, but this? The promise of you doing it together eased his worries and he nodded as you both drank at the same time. This process repeated a few more times and Choso really started to feel its effects. He had already admired your beauty when you had arrived. But now? How could you look even more beautiful than you do on a daily basis? His heart was beating out his chest as he reached his thumb out to swipe the bead of liquor stuck on your lip.

“Truth or dare time guys! Get your asses in the living room right now” Gojos voice rang out, bringing Choso out of his daze and dropping his hand back down to his side where it lay limp. You hadn’t noticed his attempt and instead turned to him excited at the prospect of a game. “C’mon! We have to go play Cho” though he allowed you to drag him away, it wasn’t without comments calling Gojo ‘childish’ for wanting to play such games. You both sat next to each other as the rest of the guests organised themselves. “Rules are rules guys no pussying out or else” Gojo threatened as he was situating himself “you pick a random person and ask the question, once they’ve answered they ask someone else. Pretty simple right? Oh and if you don’t answer you have to take 10 shots or leave, meaning you basically have to answer” he giggles to himself like he was the smartest person on earth for coming up with such a rule. “Ok begin!” A few rounds go by with Geto being dared to kiss Gojo, Nanami being asked his most adventurous endeavours in bed and shoko being dared to sext the most recent contact in her phone. You were having a blast, unable to hold your laugh in as your friends were forced to answer or do whatever was asked of them. It was now Gojos turn to ask a random person, and to your surprise he chose none other than… “Choso, truth or dare?” The man sat next to you was surprised as he was asked the question, obviously not expecting to properly take part. “Uh, truth?” He spoke out unsure. Gojo, however, had a sly glint in his eye as he spoke out his next words “what’s your body count?” The room went silent in anticipation of Chosos reply, no one really knew anything about his sex life so they’d be lying if they said they weren’t the least bit interested. What came next was a blur, as due to his hazy mind, Choso didn’t think twice before blurting “zero” his face was immediately covered by his hands as he realised what he just confessed to. Choso was a… virgin… before anyone could say anything he stood up and bolted to the nearest bedroom as the rest of the room sat in shock.

As everything registered in your mind, you immediately stood up to follow after him, hearing a faint ‘damn’ from none other than Gojo. You paced down the hall and stood outside of the room Choso had disappeared into, unsure how to proceed. You decide the best course of action is to knock and that’s exactly what you do. “Choso?” Your voice quiet. “It’s me.. can I come in?” You hear sniffles behind the door. “Please Cho?” With that he cracks the door open allowing you to make your own way in, he’s already retreated from the door, now choosing to sit on the edge of the bed. “Baby, what’s wrong” his heart swells at the name however, the humiliation still lingers leaving him to turn his head away from your approaching figure. “I-I’m embarrassed” He’s obviously upset about what had transpired, however you allow him to continue. “Now everyone knows I’m a virgin! Now you know..” his voice quiets down as he says the last part. “Cho, that’s nothing to be ashamed of, I promise. You need to wait for the right person to come along.” You argue, your heart hurts for him as he seems so fragile in this state. “I-I know who I want it to be” your chest feels tight. He already… knows? How could you be so foolish to think maybe you had a chance. The next word tumbles out before you have the will to stop it. “…who?” His soft eyes never leave you as his breaths become laboured. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe the fact you looked so hurt when he voiced his interest in somebody. Whatever it was caused a sudden surge of confidence as he whispered the one word you had been silently hoping for.

“You.” It felt like the world had stopped. You found yourself leaning in slowly, never once breaking eye contact as Choso did the same. Before your lips could lock, he whispered one last sentence that shot heat through your entire body “please… please take my v-virginity” that’s all the confirmation you needed as you pushed into him, snaking your hand into his tousled hair while pressing your lips to his own. His whimper sent shocks through you as you climbed into his lap. The once slow and passionate kiss turning desperate as you snuck your tongue inside. You could feel his hard length press up against you as your hips couldn’t hold back from a grinding movement. Soon you had to pull away for air, leaving you both breathless. “You’re so beautiful, been waiting so long for this” you could eat him up. His whimpers left you wanting, no, needing more. You pushed down harder on a particular drag of your hips causing him to hiss out, your mouth latched onto his jaw making your way down and leaving pretty purple marks to grace his skin in your wake. You snake your hand up his shirt feeling the hard indents of his abs. “Take this off baby” your sultry voice has him obeying your every word, as he scrambled to take his shirt off you pushed him back onto the bed up against the headboard. “So pretty f���me Cho” god he could cum on the spot, your praising words fuelled his arousal as he began to push up into you causing a gasp to escape. His needy hands knew no bounds as he ripped your top in pure desperation with the promise of buying you another one which left his mouth in huffs.

“You gonna let me ride you?” You could almost anticipate the response you would get but nothing compared to the real thing, his head nodded desperately as plea after plea was hurriedly rushed out. A giggle escaped you at his eagerness. “Take these off for me then baby” you slightly tug at his sweats and he rushes to pull them, as well as his boxers down in a one-er. Your eyes widen slightly, displaying your complete and utter awe at the length of him, his flushed tip such a pretty pink ready to sink deep inside you. The attention caused poor Choso to squirm. “Is it… bad?” Oh what a precious boy. “Quite the opposite Cho” you wink while removing the rest of your clothes leaving you completely bare before him. His cock twitches against his stomach at the new skin revealed to him, and oh you were much, much better than what he had imagined. You clambered back into his lap, now resting atop his flushed dick allowing your slick to coat his length. The new feeling left him speechless as he babbled to himself, utterly drunk off the feeling of your puffy pussy. “Wan’ more..” Choso could hardly find the words, lost in pleasure. “Good boys use the magic word” you lightly slap his blushing cheek prompting a string of pleas. “Mmm good baby”. You sit up on your knees and reach your hand down to stroke his now slick-coated cock, circling the head and tracing the mouthwatering veins. Slowly you lower yourself, deeming him ready for the real thing. You push the head of his blushing cock through your folds, the gasp that sounded from him when he caught in your hole was heavenly, however you felt you had teased enough and slowly lowered yourself down, swaying your hips in a figure eight as you did so. “F-fuck” he was filling you up so good, you knew in that moment he’d ruined you for anyone else. Choso was unable to keep quiet, tears of ecstasy streamed down his cheeks as he finally bottomed out.

“P-please move, can’t wait” his eyes screwed shut at the overwhelming feeling while your hips moved atop his, finally riding him like you promised, one of his big hands found your tit while his other rested on your hip keeping him grounded. “So pretty, so so pretty f’me” were the only words he could force out between the whines and moans, you wouldn’t be surprised if the whole house could hear these noises, not that you could care in the moment, too lost in pleasure. Choso surprised you by taking one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling and nipping as he bucked his hips up into you at an uneven tempo. “C-Choso so good” for a virgin he was doing pretty damn well. Your hands once again found purchase in his dark locks slightly pulling on it as the pleasure crashed over you. You could tell he was close and you couldn’t deny you weren’t far off either. You pull Choso away from your nipple and instead guide the hand that rested on one of your tits down to your clit where you instructed him to rub his thumb over. As he did so your walls squeezed him ever so tight. “Y-yeah just like that baby”. His noises were soon cut off by another searing, sloppy kiss fuelled by nothing but desire. Choso was nearing his finish, your gummy walls making it hard to hold out. “C-cum for mommy, Cho” and with that he was seeing stars. Choso had never came so hard, filling you up as you came along side him. “Filling me so good Choso” you whine out. His cum spurting inside you seemingly never ending. “Take it, take it all” he repeated as he kept you firmly on top of his pulsing dick, almost as if he was breeding you.

You soon collapse down onto his broad chest as you catch your breath, legs sore from keeping you up. “Fuck that was so good” Choso voices, clearly dazed and out of breath, he’s never looked so happy as you lean in for another kiss, this one softer and more heartfelt.

“Does that mean you’re my girlfriend now?” He questions with an owlish expression, you can’t help but giggle, still on a high after what just transpired.

“Yes”

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[gamblersdoll]

how could you be so… you?

you know exactly what was said to you, about you. yet, you act obtuse.

the line was clear as day— “you are mine, not anyone else’s.” sukuna had told you, the voice picking up through the recipient end of your phone. you knew he had a shit eating grin, fingerpads tapping on the table and his breathing. “you understand, little mutt?”

you swallow thick spit.. acknowledging his words. you were infact his, always have, and always will be… so you thought, before he was imprisoned and sentenced to life. (one hundred and fifty years, to be exact.)

you were shattered. hearing the judge become the judge, jury, and executioner. it was a cruel punishment, for a crueler man. he always made an effort to kiss you before he leaves, pressing one last searing kiss on your lips… until the guard tugged a little hard for him to leave.

you were heartbroken, but … in some regard, lonely.

but yet, it only took you five years. five years to start dating again— he was sentenced to one hundred and fifty years to prison, a woman had needs, yknow? that was the end of your relationship with ryomen sukuna, your hardheaded yet angrily in love boyfriend.

five years, and you were back into the dating field.

thats all it took for you , five fucking years and you were in another’s life, arms, and his bed. he didnt do everything like sukuna did— but you seemed to have a type: prisoners or men who just got out. were you crazy? maybe. but did prison men make you squeeze your thighs when calloused hands gripped them? fuck yes.

toji fushiguro was a quiet but cocky man, he didnt surprise you like sukuna did, but he did surprise you when you woke up to his head between your legs.

“toji— the hell..?” you whisper shout, groggy and blinking your sleep filled eyes. “you couldnt wait until i was awake?”

he devilish grin cracks on his face, “aren you the one who has a free use kink?” he reminds, darting his tongue on your slit that makes your eyes roll to your skull. he nods his head, seeing your answer. “then stop fucking complaining, little girl.”

little girl.

the only thing sukuna called you that was somewhat a pet name, the sweetest one he could offer. “please.. dont call me that.” you protest, protecting the name to yourself so only sukuna could call you that. it felt.. wrong.. on so many levels that another man called you that when your prisoner boyfriend called you that before he left you to serve his sentence.

“d’aww.. why not, princess?” he rasps, slipping a finger inside of you and nibbling on your clit. you try to get to his hair, but you stop when you see his shit eating grin. “uh ohh..” he coos, watching you flail your arms.

“the fuck, toji?!” you shout, arms bound to your headboard and he licks up your stomach. “toji.” you hiss.

“thought you might like this..” he rasps again, pressing a surprise vibrator to your clit— making you jolt and moan out in a cry. “seems like you do, so why the face?”

as if you could respond to that damned question.

he snickers, licking at your lips and kissing them next. “you want this, mama?” he asked, feeling your head shake up and down in approval. “say it.”

you quite literally cannot, clearly not used to another man playing out one of your kinky acts.

he shakes his head, brows furrowed and he looks to the side, “you sure she likes being tied up?” he asks, and your eyes trail to where his are trained.

you feel all the air coming from your lungs be snatched away, body and soul being still in time and you feel sweat slip down your spine. it was only five years, five whole years and you were with a new dude that clearly was new to your body and how you wanted to be touched.

oh shit..

he strides over, new tattoos splashed against his skin and.. oh fuck— he was pissed, considering that he had a another pair of arms and his belly mouth was on display. a sign of intimidation, you called it. one of his hands extended, clearly asking for the vibrator as he locked his gaze on your eyes. without even looking, he snatched it away from toji and turned it back to your clit.

you hiccup a moan, feeling toji step away and replace himself with sukuna. “suku—“ you attempt to say, but a large hand slaps over your mouth. yeah, you fucked up— hes never denied the sound of you moaning his very name.

“five fucking years.” sukuna rumbled, feeling his erected cock against your thigh. “five years is all it took for you to get another man inside of you?” he asks, pity somewhat on your face.

you shake your head, feeling the vibration enter your folds and your eyes roll back a little bit.

“liar,” he barks, starting a grueling pace at your cunt with the vibrator. “otherwise, toji wouldnt be here and acting as if he cant please you.” he chuckles, eyeing toji. “youve got a poker face, too bad you can’t gamble good.”

toji scowls, pulling his boxers off and striding towards the both of you. “shut yer damn mouth.”

sukuna cackles, his eyes back to you until your sopping cunt starts to whine for his cock. “seems like shes missed me, little girl.” he growls, positioning himself between your legs and pressing the vibrating handle against your bundle of nerves. “hows that feel? feel better than his fingers?”

you nod, shame and guilt feeling like a medicine ball on your stomach.. but it feels oh so good. your thighs tremble in fear and desire, eyes rolling to the back of their sockets and you feel yourself slowly unraveling— until it all stops. you cry out, a sob breaking through. “p-please—!”

he takes you by your jaw, squeezing hard as he kisses your lips like its all he needs to stay on earth. “five. damn. years.” he grumbled, erection sprung free and just mere inches away from your slit. “is that all it took fer you to slip away?” you shook your head, he seething with venom “obviously it did, little girl.”

you whimper at his tone, then a surprised gasp comes from your throat when the sudden, yet familiar stretch begins to form in your pussy. “oh—oh my god!” you squeal, feeling a hand wrap around your throat and squeeze your thighs. “sukuna—“ you choke out, feeling a soft yet firm slap on your lips.

you open your eyes finally, and instinctively licking around toji’s cock thats pressed against your lips. “good girl, you know exactly what to do, huh?” toji softly praises, receiving a glare from sukuna. “problem?”

“she learned from the only person who taught her.” he growled, a hand in your hair and gripping at the roots. “too bad you cant have too much claim to her dirty cunt, jus’ squeezin’ me up.” he chuckles, leaning down to pucker his lips. a fat glob of spit lands on your slit, making your toes curl.

you gag, feeling toji’s hips slide back and forth in your mouth. “god, you feel so good..” he growls, pushing his hair back and tossing his head. his adams apple bobs, he rolling his head to look back down at you. “make me come, slut.”

“eyes on me.” sukuna commands, your eyes snapping to his as he plows into your cervix with a brutal thrust. “five. fucking. years.” he punctuated with each thrusts, pinching and slapping your breasts with anger. “and with my old prisonmate at that.”

your stomach drops, prison mate? as in.. they knew each other?

fuck, you were so goddamn screwed.

“what, you didnt know?” sukuna coos, leaning in closer. “how do you think he found you?” he asks, pity in his voice as you whimper from the contact. “just mere coincidence? tsk tsk tsk.”

“maybe im just better.” toji sarcastically said, forcing his cock down your throat and groaning when he feels you constrict around him. “fuck!” he bellows, blowing his load down your throat and chest heaving.

you whine, trying to breathe through your nose and it causes you to squeeze around sukuna. finally, toji pulls away and watching the come laced spit leaving your mouth. you gasp for air, the coil in your belly becoming tight and you plead with the man— no, monster above you. “please—“

“if you even think about coming after the shit you just pulled, yer so wrong..” he cackles at your face, the only thing you felt was sorrow and begging. “good try with the puppy face, not tonight though.” you sob, pleading with him through your eyes when he becomes greedier with his thrusts.

“please please!” you cry out, patting at his chest and holding back tears from the overstimulation. “i wont—“

“you wont what? find another one of my jail buddies and attempt to come with their lousy fingers?” he snarls, biting down on your neck as you grit your teeth. “or will you succumb to me and acknowledge that you are purely mine only?”

you nod, staring up at him as he rolls his eyes. “please, ryomen—“ you hiccup, another sharp thrust into your cervix and you feel yourself threads away from the rope in your belly snapping.

“you better come then.” he growls, watching you come undone and a guttural scream from the best orgasm youve had in five years. you feel him still, his animalistic growl entering your ears and you finally open your eyes..

to a blood bath, and toji lying in it. somewhere in your orgasm, sukuna had shot toji.

“oh my god— toji?!” you scramble to your feet, kneeling beside his life draining body and watching his eyes grow colder and colder. you feel sukuna’s hands on your shoulders, the heat of the pistol tingling at your skin. “you just—“

“i did.” he replied in a heartbeat, fixing your hair out of your face.

“you said he was a friend of yours!” you turn to face him, an empty expression on his face until it turns to smartassery.

“never said that.” he says, enjoying the color from your face leave. “i said he was a prison mate with me. never a friend.” he coos when you stare up at him. “that only ever applies to prison, pup.” he leans down to kiss your head. “he knew what he got himself into.”

your stomach coils, fear invading your body and he moves your locks to the side whispering in your ear. “you are still my little girl..” he confirms, a hand cupping your cunt.

“you just..—“ he cuts you off.

“for a good long time.”

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

im really sorry if this is a stupid thing to ask but im 16 and ive been trying to figure out what kinds of things i like, yknow for reference, and uh ik that people say that all kinks are ok but then they also turn around and say that some arent. and i keep getting turned on by rape scenes in shows and things and then i feel really fucking shitty about it and im not sure how i should. idk deal with that, if theres anything to deal with. basically the whole things confusing as fuck and i dont know what to do and you usually have answers

hi anon,

okay, here's the thing: what you're getting turned on by is people playing pretend. no one is in any danger, no one is actually being raped, depending on when the tv show or movie in question was made there's a very good chance there was an intimacy coordinator on standby to make sure everything was done respectfully and all of the actors felt safe and comfortable.

being turned on by a depiction of something bad happening carries no ethical weight, because being horny and enjoying fiction are morally neutral things. people who like Godzilla probably aren't into it because they actually want to see real people and cities be destroyed by a big lizard, you know? it's fun because it's pretend. it's made up.

would personal examples help? I love reading romance novels. I don't want romance to happen to me, that shit gives me hives. but I love to read about people catching feelings and figuring it out. and, hey, you've seen my URL. I love Batman. that doesn't mean I think actual billionaires should zoom around in tanks doing vigilante justice with children, that's fucking crazy. and you want a sex example? I think it's great when men are beaten, bruised, bloodied, and quivering miserably on the edge of death's door. that's so hot to me, I eat that shit up. does that mean I would want to see that happen in real life? jesus christ, no. if I find an actual man in extreme physical distress on the ground I'm not going to start bating my meat, I'm going to call a fucking ambulance and try to help him as best I can. because the way my brain responds to real people is completely different than the way my brain responds to made up people who aren't actually in any pain or danger.

there's nothing to deal with here, because you haven't done anything wrong.

[skrunksthatwunk]

let it be known that this started as what if i became a doll collector and the answer is still that im unemployed

what if i became a figure collector (<- unemployed)

[simpjaes]

hi i just stalked the crap our of your page and HOLY CRAPTHIS IS MY NEW GUILTY PLEASURE

can i req seeing how enha hyung line would take care of you after railing you soooooo hard????

hyung line + aftercare after very intense sex

warning: uh....painful sex, fainting, dissociation, anal, implied squirting, degradation, idk just a lot of intense sex stuff ig

note: it's a lil messy, i've been running errands all day and am using this to push myself back into the writing brain :D

★ heeseung:

what i wanna say is that depending on the circumstances, he'd probably throw a towel at your head and walk away to shower alone but we all know heeseung is so much more than a careless fuck boy for the most part. in my opinion, if he's got you where he wants you and he's allowed to fuck you as hard as he can, rendering you faint, dizzy, and almost dissociated, he either has some sort of feelings for you, you're someone else's girlfriend and he wants you to like him more, or you're already in a committed relationship lmfao

and you know, you thought that after he managed to pull three orgasms out of you, fucked all three of your holes, and managed to get you all twisted up for him to cum in places he definitely isn't supposed to, you really thought he was done.

but then he chuckles, taking one look at you once his own mind clears from his orgasm and it's like...how could he not just continue to fuck you? you look so pretty already fucked open, lying there with tears in your eyes and shaking?

you'd hear something akin to "you're gonna take a bit more, open those eyes back up for me," and "i can tell you can take it, just keep your eyes on me."

it's kind of pathetic, actually, how you really do just lay there and take it until he says you're finished.

so, yeah, when you're with someone like heeseung, there's always a thought in your head about if he'll even take care of you at all after the fact. at least, the thought is there before he breaks your brain. even if every time before this where he's needed to bring you back, he has without question and with a voice from him that is always so rare to hear.

just kinda hard to imagine someone who fucks you near to the brink of passing out, sometimes actually passing out, finding it within themselves to take care of you as deeply as they fuck you, yknow?

but, time and time again he has to remind you that he's not only capable but willing to make sure you're well taken care of. after all, you do your part in taking it, so he'll do his part in giving you what you need too. only after scooping half the mess with his fingers and feeding it to you, of course.

after that though? he's very much hauling you off for a warm shower and tenderly washing you. very very gentle with his hands, knowing how sensitive your holes are. he'd compliment you, he'd praise you for letting him absolutely destroy that ass, and ultimately, lay you to sleep next to him regardless of what the relationship status is, making sure you're well aware that he's not just using you for pleasure. he's very much appreciative of what you bring to his bedroom, and there's no reason to pretend he isn't.

☆ jay:

i like to think that jay would have you in fucking pain and barely able to stand on your own two feet by the time he allows you to close your legs with deep groans as you try to catch your breath.

honestly, the stamina this man has and actively spends on you could render anyone immobile for at least a week with the way he snaps his hips and holds you down from wiggling away in sensitivity. and man, the things he'd fucking say to you through it. so degrading, so controlling and dismissive, entirely fucking insulting. you're shocked time and time again that even while knowing it's just sex talk, it still hurts your feelings every single time.

then again, he's aware of that. but you're so goddamn pretty when you're crying and moaning, it drives him insane to know you endure it for his pleasure.

you're soaked by the time it's over and done with, he's soaked, and honestly the swollen marks against your ass still burn intensely when he rolls you over on your belly to get a good look at his work.

always with a breathy "aw, baby, i really fucked you up this time, huh?" or a little "took it so well, you still can't even focus your eyes on me, can you?" before rubbing any and every pained mark he left on you.

after his own brain clears of the sex-fog, he'd wrap you up, really warm and tightly in his arms as if his hug would wipe away any of the spit and cum drying between your bodies, as if it could mask all of those insults he flung at you. still, he'd be fluttering hundreds of kisses against your neck and ears, whispering little compliments about how pretty you are when you're barely able to keep your eyes open, about how much he adores you, and how often he wishes you'd believe these words over the silly orgasm-fueled insults.

still whispering, throughout the entire session of his care after the fact. always loving that you let him harm you as long as he's healing you just as good. and he does, truly, with the back rubs and the showers, tons upon tons of sweet kisses. constant praise. he'd put your lotion on you and rub it in thoughtfully, occasionally some medicated cream if his fingernails dug in a little too deep.

always always always holds you against his chest when you drift off to sleep, making sure any pain in your body feels more like love than anything else, and promising time and time again that he'll make sure you always fall asleep knowing he loves you, and that he doesn't at all think you're a fuck-doll, that he wouldn't let his friends have their turn way you.

(i am madly in love with him, pls look away and stop thinking of him now thank u)

★sunghoon:

ah, sunghoon. yeah. sunghoon. this man would leave you a fucking mess of tears and drool, edging you for hours. hell, he edges you for fucking days just because he can. not at all because you've been bad, or a brat, or have managed to make him jealous.

this is one of those days. you could tell he came home with that look in his eye, grabbing your face and practically forcing you to lift on your toes just so he could whisper the planned torture against your tongue.

so, after the second day with you whining, fucking begging to be released from your prison of sensitivity and lust, maybe he gives it to you. maybe he wakes you up from a deep and much needed sleep with fingers harshly pinching your clit.

ah, the pain. that alone was enough to make you cum, and you did. unfortunately, he didn't like that very much so your new torture was to get off as many times as he expected you to.

after about, what, the seventh orgasm? you stopped counting, it was closer to eleven in the afternoon and he'd been giving it to you for hours, all over that little mishap.

an eight orgasm knocked your ass out, exhausted, spread out, fucked senseless. you could barely hold your head up, but he does it for you. first by your hair, but noting the look in your eye indicating that he really needs to stop by this point.

and sunghoon is the type that would stop at that point. something in his brain clicking and forcing him back into that perfect boyfriend persona, where the only thing in the world he wants to do is make you happy.

and he knows it's not that you're not happy right now, it's mostly just the fact that he thinks he broke you're brain and you forgot how to feel anything other than his cock ramming inside of you.

so, he'd remind you time and time again. how his hands can do so much more than choke you, and how his lips can be sweet and less bruising against your temple when you really need it. you'd feel entirely loved when he's taking care of the mess he caused. both physically and mentally for you. needing to bring you back to reality with soft touches and tight holds.

it worked every time, because by the next morning, you'd just be moaning and groaning about how if he hadn't of make you breakfast in bed, you may have very well slashed his tires for the amount of suffering he put you through.

☆ jake:

bro is taking care of you not only after sex, but the entire time during sex. there's not a single moment where he's intentionally trying to hurt you, or forcing you to take more than you can handle.

it just....kind of happens on nights like these. where his hands are clinging, and his throat is begging, and your body can't say no. with his pretty puppy dog eyes asking if he can try anal, with his fingers slamming too deep, with his grip on you so tight you know it'll bruise, with his ability to knock the breath out of you and not give it back until you're nearly blue in the face.

yeah, most of the intense shit is accidental, but god is he taking care of you. always apologizing but continuing, always promising to make it up to you, always feeding into your ego more than his own, reminding you that the pain his body lends only comes from the immense amount of need he has to practically crawl inside of you and live there forever.

it's kind of amazing actually, that someone who starts so gentle can also end with blood in his mouth from bitten lips and swelling bruises all over your body.

he tends to you hand and foot. carrying you where ever you need to go even if just to your closet three feet from the bed, dresses you, undresses you, fixes your hair, does your skin care, all while kissing the bruises and ignoring the fact that he knows he'll never have enough of you, and you're probably always gonna be in pain when he loses his control like that.

[crypticcanidae]

what's happening in the south of thedas?

throughout veilguard the inquisitor occasionally sends us messages from the front. they paint a pretty bleak picture as to what's going on down there and honestly, by the time vg ends, i think it's safe to say southern thedas is absolutely fucked. like irreparably so.

but! several times now i've seen the argument that it's not as bad as it sounds, that everyone down south will recover and be fine, and that anyone even slightly upset abt southern thedas being destroyed in a series of easily-missable notes is just overreacting. (that's probably a little bit of an exaggeration. but not by much.)

so. maybe i read those letters wrong and missed some obvious improvement to the situation! therefore, i've gone through all the missives and done my best to put the events in them onto a map. cause i'm very bad at visualising things. and it turns out uh. yeah no i'm pretty sure it's as bad as it seems down there. maybe even worse! i've also ended up with. yknow. even more questions tbh. i hope these fucking maps are readable. !! beware long post ahead !!

the fight for the south (obtained after meeting the inquisitor for the first time)

ostwick's shipping - what do they export? to where? whatever it is, the disruption's obviously enough for the inquisitor to notice and mention. (also, isn't a trevelyan inquisitor from ostwick? i suppose they don't say anything more about this?)

the antaam corsairs - are they harassing any other ships? have they cut the waking sea off from the amaranthine ocean entirely?

venatori-aligned nobles - which nobles, and where? are they spread across the country? do they have noticeable regional strongholds? more importantly, why have they allied with the venatori? what are they getting out of working with a fringe tevinter cult that was mostly dismantled ten years ago?

'far southern wilds' - is that just the korcari wilds in ferelden? or are the arbor wilds in orlais also seeing blight appear? (the blight consuming orlais later has to come from somewhere, after all)

the fall of weisshaupt (obtained after. well.)

'wherever darkspawn once had a presence' - every place that's had darkspawn? all of them? cause thats. most of thedas? including several regions we visit in vg, but i don't remember hearing anything abt darkspawn appearing in the silent plains, which you'd think might come up in the graveyard of nevarra's capital city. at the very least, this might explain why the south's hit so hard despite lusacan and razikale being on the other side of the continent, i guess? anyway i marked what i think are the the three largest, worst blighted spots, and i left my blight notes on the map too for lack of a better place to put them. you can see how many places might now be getting swarmed.

^^ - if i'm right and darkspawn are appearing everywhere they've been before. well. this could have been a fun way to incorporate worldstate choices? if the inquisition allied with the wardens orlais has warning of a horde emerging in the western approach, if the wardens were banished orlais suffers heavier casualties from having to fight unexpected darkspawn on top of the venatori. something like that.

'reports of darkspawn advancing to its very gates' - advancing to weisshaupt's gates? the fortress we just lost to the darkspawn? this sounds like the inquisitor's getting reports that weisshaupt's just under siege, not overrun entirely and abandoned?

'erasing all the gains that the wardens and dwarves had made' - the darkspawn getting to weisshaupt is erasing dwarf-warden gains on the surface, in the anderfels? or do they mean progress reclaiming the deep roads has been lost? because weisshaupt's gates are on the surface, and haven't had to be retaken before now (weisshaupt has been sieged by darkspawn before during blights, but it's never fallen entirely). unless they're meaning that darkspawn numbers in the roads during the siege were so high they've overrun dwarf-warden positions? or the loss of wardens assisting the dwarves and recalled to weisshaupt was that damaging?

'called them all back to weisshaupt' - once again. worldstates. past events. what happened to that warden civil war that was brewing in inquisition? what happened to the orlesian wardens possibly breaking off from weisshaupt entirely? what about the wardens in amaranthine, possibly allied with the architect, possibly working with avernus to research the blight? all of them got orders to up and head to weisshaupt, and they all obeyed, despite the internal conflicts we've been hearing whispers of for the past few games?

the tide turns (obtained after fighting the dragons in hossberg)

the felicisima armada - nice to see the armada mentioned, obviously, but it might have been even better if we got to actually learn anything new about it. instead of the half-baked beach and arena we could have had a hub in llomerryn/estwatch, experienced some of what makes rivain so distinct from the rest of thedas. we could have seen isabela acting as an admiral of the armada, maybe had some quests that lead to the armada harassing the antaam. yknow, gotten to be involved in the interesting things happening in the world, instead of hearing about them after they've already happened. (mostly i just. really don't understand where the lords of fortune came from in the first place? a rivain-based pirate faction already exists? it seems like isabela's a leader in both groups? what's going on here?)

the venatori - did the inquisition just do a really bad job ten years ago? i was under the impression the venatori as a group were finished, that they'd failed their plans, lost their god, and splintered apart. hadn't tevinter even publically denounced them? i know that doesn't mean much really, but yknow. after inquisition it sure seemed like whatever group succeeded the venatori would be starting pretty much from scratch, or having to use a new name, at least. but they're not only openly back in power in tevinter, they've got the resources to stoke conflicts across the continent? yet again. worldstates. thedosian politics. what happened in the past decade??

val royeaux to kirkwall - so the venatori are marching forces across nevarran territory into the free marches, these forces presumably including some amount of orlesian soldiers? i know kirkwall/the free marches are apparantly busy right now (getting blighted?) but as far as i can tell. nevarra doesn't really have anything going on? but they're just letting hostile orlesian forces cross their borders to attack the marches? i would have thought that would provoke some sort of response, given that nevarra (and parts of the marches) have been invaded by and fought wars against the orlesian empire several times?

the coming storm (obtained after speaking to the inquisitor again)

'little trace remains of the antaam dreadnoughts' - i'm assuming the antivan resistance has picked up enough momentum for the antaam to struggle to maintain control by now, and that combined with the efforts of the armada has lead them to pull their fleet back somewhat to keep from overstretching their forces. but i do like the idea that the antaam, competent trained soldiers, were beaten and driven off by a pack of pirates.

the drums of war (obtained after discussing how to attack tearstone island)

'the free marches have unified' - i know extraordinary circumstances can force things like this to happen but also. we know the free marches are divided enough that city-states will make alliances just to spite their neighbours. we know blights don't really bring people together without effort. i would love to know what sort of political manoeuvring has been going on for the entirety of the marches to unite to assist ferelden - or just the inquisitor? if the inquisition disbanded, why does the inquisitor still seem to have so much influence? also. the marches are doing this when they're in the middle of conflicts? hasn't kirkwall been entirely evacuated to starkhaven now?

blight in ferelden - putting those words onto a map makes them look way worse, doesn't it? the darkspawn now have redcliffe, much of southern ferelden, and most of denerim (if not all, by now), they'll spread the blight everywhere they go, and the blight itself has reached lake calenhad. as a reminder, this letter in da2 tells us the land around lothering is poisoned so badly by the blight it'll take decades to recover, if ever, after only a year. other places still haven't recovered after centuries. vg's blight might be changed in some way, but it doesn't seem to be any weaker, and only the blight in minrathous is destroyed at the end. assuming vg only takes a couple of months, it ends with ferelden blighted even worse than after the fifth blight.

the beginning of the end (obtained after escaping the regret prison)

blight in ferelden - (continued from above) by now, ferelden's certainly lost the korcari wilds, brecilian forest, hinterlands, and a decent chunk of the bannorn to the blight, as well as possibly all of lake calenhad and its shores, depending on how blight spreads in water. that's the majority of the country's settlements, farmland, and natural resources uninhabitable, unusable, or obliterated - again, the blight poisons the land, it takes decades to centuries for anything to grow there again. on the bright side, the tiny amount of unblighted land left in the bannorn will probably be enough to support the surviving population, since the refugees were few enough to fit into skyhold. from veilguard on, ferelden is likely reduced to amaranthine, highever, west hill, the northern edge of the bannorn, whatever region runs above lake calenhad, the island of brandel's reach, and the islands home to jainen and alamar. the new ferelden capital would probably be highever or amaranthine, possibly amaranthine given the arling's run by the wardens, and they'll likely become far more influential now that ferelden's blighted nearly as badly as the anderfels. at least they got to keep the circle in jainen!

blight in orlais and the free marches - it would make sense to me if the blight here has spread out from the wastelands of the western approach and the silent plains. honestly i might have overestimated how much land's been consumed? but equally we're told the blight's moving fast so. maybe i'm underestimating. who knows. regardless, orlais has probably lost it's southern regions, as well as a large part of the heart of the country. like ferelden, it looks like a lot of what's probably farmland has been blighted, as well as several major cities. that combined with the venatori-supported civil war they've been fighting this whole time means orlais is. possibly in a worse state than even ferelden! i don't know how they'll recover honestly. maybe orlais will fracture into a dozen smaller states, maybe they'll somehow have enough military strength left to attempt to expand and claim nevarra's unblighted land. either way, they're probably not a major power anymore. also, the dales are probably blighted too, though maybe not entirely? which is unfortunate for the dalish, assuming they haven't been completely absorbed by the veil jumpers and given up on the dales for arlathan. for the free marches, again assuming the blight's spread from the silent plains, kirkwall, wildervale, starkhaven, and tantervale are most likely to have been hit, if not lost entirely. the eastern city-states are likely alright. also. a lot of nevarra's probably been blighted? most of it, even. including the capital. and grand necropolis. cumberland might be fine though.

blight in tevinter? - we aren't told anything about what the blight and darkspawn are doing in tevinter, i think? aside from minrathous being miraculously cured so it can become the center of civilisation in the future, obviously. we're bringing back the pre-andrastian empire! anyway. the silent plains would be the main threat here, and if the blight spread up to the nocen sea it could split the imperium in two, which could be fun i think. and the blight from the anderfels could affect the western border somewhat too.

orzammar - yet again, worldstates could have had an impact here, affected whether orzammar has alliances that could help it hold out or not, things like that. but honestly, considering everything else that's been going on, it seems safe to assume orzammar's been entirely wiped out. kal-sharok might be the last surviving population of underground dwarves, aside from the ambassadoria in tevinter. who might now have lost their home entirely.

blighted leviathans - *blackwall voice* i would have liked to have seen it. but yeah once more the cool things are all happening in the background. seems like we could have run into these in a felicisima armada questline, or possibly with the wardens if the ten year old griffons were adults instead of hatchlings still. i don't even know what to say here honestly. this makes recovery even harder now, i suppose. orlais and nevarra have lost sea access, ferelden and the southern marcher city-states might struggle depending on how far the leviathans spread towards the amaranthine ocean. fishing might be a little difficult now too.

conclusion

rivain and antiva seem to have come out largely unscathed by the blight, and we know from rivain that andrastianism, the qun, mages, and spirits aren't entirely incompatible, so there's a real chance for things to improve there. the eastern free marches are probably fairly stable, all things considered. tevinter and the qun might be forced into peace, however temporary, given that the antaam's been decimated and the imperium's apparently going to be doing some restructuring. ferelden and orlais have effectively suffered an apocalypse. nevarra and the western free marches are likely only doing slightly better. the anderfels are. probably largely unchanged, tbh. very cheerful! what's happening in the south? nothing good!

as i've seen some others say, i don't inherently dislike the idea of the south, the places we're most attached to, suffering some catastrophe in service of underlining how high the stakes are. my problem is the way it's executed. all these events were thrown together into a handful of codex entries that were very easy to miss entirely. there was no attempt to work with the very different worldstates people could have, despite marketing reassuring us that our past choices would be respected. it felt like an afterthought added into the game to try and cheaply increase the emotional impact of a somewhat lacklustre story. many of the things people felt were missing from veilguard - the politics and intrigue, the relations between nations and peoples, etc - aren't missing at all, it turns out. they've simply been relegated to the background. we can see where they might be happening, guess at how our protagonist could have been involved, but we aren't allowed to actually participate anymore. and i think that's unfortunate for a series that used to be so determined to think about those things, even if it didn't always handle them very well.

[water-you-doing-bro]

Look, I just think that Percy having mortal Christian or Jewish or Muslim or otherwise monotheistic friends is just a well of untapped potential, okay? Like, obviously Percy just draws in the most eclectic group of friends, right? And idk at lunch or smth they're talking about some assignment they got in history class and it comes up that they all have different beliefs/religions and Percy, being Percy, decides to try and bond with them about it by asking if they have a favorite myth/bible/torah/quran/etc story and at first half of them are like uh dude are you making fun of me? and they're just super confused and ofc Percy is all oh shit no sorry dude I just, y'know, I'm pagan and idk I have a favorite greek myth and stuff and I thought maybe you guys had a favorite story from your faith, idk is that not how it works? was it rude of me to ask? oh gods, I'm so sorry guys

And then they're all like oh okay no that makes sense actually, it's just not smth people ask usually, not cause it's taboo or anything, it's just . . . not smth many people think of, I guess.

And then they go around sharing stories from their respective faiths and percy is ofc respectful and listens intently and sometimes he may ask questions and stuff but he never dismisses them or makes fun of them or their beliefs [bc like, if the greeks, romans, egyptians, and norse are out there, who's to say that there aren't more? who's to say that they're not all out there, yknow?], even if he is a little weird about them sometimes but that's all just because he doesn't understand lmao

I just, idk, I think Sally probably raised Percy mostly atheist yknow? and its not like he's entirely unaware of Christianity and Judaism and Islam and all that, he just doesn't have any clue how those religions are practiced/worshipped and stuff. His only real exposure to that kind of thing is what he's seen on tv and then his own experiences with how they 'worship' and interact with the gods at camp.

So he just thinks of deities as being mostly Just Some Guy who happens to have powers and a superiority complex. He thinks of 'higher powers' as, like, idk if personable is the right word, but I mean, he thinks of gods as just people. He doesn't understand the whole reverent worship and devotion and like, detachment from God attitude that like, Christianity has and stuff like that.

So Percy will just say the wildest shit sometimes, like, 'oh yeah, Zeus is a horny bastard and an absolute asshole, but he's the king of the gods so if we don't give him proper respect or tribute or whatever he gets pissy. What about your God? Does He get grumpy if you don't like, go to church on Sunday or smth?' or 'do you think you could get me in contact with Jesus? because Zeus put Dionysus in sobriety time out and he's all cranky about it bc he can't conjure wine ig but like, if your guy did it for him it might get past thunderbutt's restrictions and then grapehead might be less cranky?'

Idk but like I said, I just think this is an untapped well of hilarious potential!

[watchfuldeer]

last night i went to a really fun and informal fundraiser evening with jesse and lucy at westminster school, where they were interviewing each other. i got to ask a question which i’ve mused upon for some time about tom, shiv and greg. enjoy! full transcript under cut

Transcript

me: so i’m gonna have to look at what i wrote down.

jesse: that’s alright, you’re highly in credit since you know more about the show than us. more about john berryman.

(laughter)

lucy: tell us what we’ve done wrong so far!

me: god, no. i wouldn’t! so my question, this is a character based question, and one thing that probably got a bit subsumed in the fourth season just because everything was happening. but i’d like to know more about tom and shiv, and also greg. because my read on the situation between the three of them is that greg is a source of marital strife (laughter) that shiv never noticed, and what would it have taken for shiv to notice the depth of greg’s presence in their marriage.

jesse: uh huh.

me: and tom’s attachment to him.

jesse: uh huh. sometimes you get little bits in life or you see something and you’re like, i wish we were making the show, because i suddenly do want to hear shiv say ‘greg you’re a source of marital strife’.

(laughter)

jesse: that’s like, when you’re like, that’s gonna be in, we’re not gonna cut that.

lucy: absolutely.

jesse: (doing greg voice) wh-wh-what?!

(laughter)

lucy: yeah. well we enjoyed that, didn’t we. we had a scene in america decides, which was the only scene between shiv and greg.

jesse: oh yeah.

lucy: the election episode in the final season where she takes him into a little room and threatens him.

me: ah, but it’s jealousy over lukas, over the greg and lukas thing, and it’s like, have you forgotten your husband, who is also very attached to this limpet?

lucy: yeah. i would also say that there are marriages in which a third party is not an unuseful thing, as well. not in a forgiving way about infidelity, but i would say that there are things that tom can express with and at and on greg (laughter) as it were, to greg, that are useful because he’s both a - you know the great, the interesting thing about tom is that he’s both a courtier and a bully. he’s that rare combination of someone who you totally believe as being almost like (mimes bowing and doffing cap) ‘oh yes sorry thank you yes ma’am’ and also like, ‘i’m gonna kill you’ and that juxtaposition is what makes him so interesting.

but in his marriage to shiv he has no real way, until quite late i guess in the final season, where we explore it, to hold power over her and to use that part of himself. so he’s accepted the acquiescing, he’s accepted the role of courtier in that marriage, and greg is quite a useful place where he gets to express all of that, the bully in him so that maybe it doesn’t have to come out in the marriage. which might be bad, because perhaps it should do and then the marriage would’ve ended much earlier, yknow, when shiv would just be like ‘i’m not dealing with you challenging me in any way’. so it’s not until that balcony scene i think where he really challengers her much at all. possibly the beach scene, where he sort of says that he’s considered leaving her, and how that would feel. but with aggressive challenge? it’s all directed at greg, and greg is allowed to be the place where all those feelings go.

me: but the affection - there’s also affection between them.

jesse: YEAH. and i think that’s the other thing maybe you’re alluding to is like, she… i think, some things you know you’re putting in the show because you talk about them and other things just naturally occur, and audiences and people tell you what the show is and what you put in there and you didn’t even realise, but i think we were aware of this - she’s oblivious. her obliviousness is a big part of her wealth and her upbringing and… so there’s something homoerotic going on between greg and tom.

me: i mean it’s not for me to say.

(laughter)

jesse: and does she… i think there’s two ways of reading that, either she’s oblivious, and that’s intriguing and possible. the other is that she sort of - there’s a scene in, you know that one, in the sun valley media conference in argestes, where we wrote a bit where shiv shows up unexpected and tom’s sort of flirting with someone, and it never really landed that much. i think we were like, oh this really gonna, shiv’s gonna spark up when she sees him flirting with someone. and it’s one of those things where you were like, you know what? i don’t think she gives a hoot, really, does she.

(laughter)

jesse: it’s like, she hasn’t got that, that’s not in her belly, that fear of loss.

lucy: no.

jesse: so i think that goes, that probably goes for a same-sex relationship or flirtation as much as it does for with a woman.

lucy: i think that’s true.

jesse: like she really… even if he was like - and this is not the way that tom would be like - ‘i think i’d like to sleep with greg’, i think she’d be like (mimes looking at watch) ‘when?’.

(laughter)

jesse: (as shiv) ‘not when i’m in the city, that’s weird, tom’.

(laughter)

jesse: i don’t think she’d have any fundamental objection to that.

lucy: that’s true. i think jealousy is quite a low status emotion.

jesse: yes.

lucy: and i think that she would struggle to feel it.

(jesse laughs)

lucy: even if it was present in some way, she would never be able to access it because it would put her too much at a disadvantage. so i think yeah exactly that, it would be like, ‘oh i guess you’re going to fuck that boring woman now are you, tom’ or do that, like… she has to be here (mimes one hand above another hand) so jealousy can’t really be accessed by her. so she might be irritated by greg, but in the way you would be by a mosquito.

me: to her detriment.

lucy: to her detriment, sure, ultimately yeah.

[zzombarina]

Hello!~ I saw your request for asks and I must say I’ve been dying for Frank castle x reader or y/n or just like headcanons what not.. whatever you want! But specifically I saw your interest in ballet similar to mine so I couldn’t help but think of like Frank castle x ballerina. Like maybe he sees her through the windows of a studio, they could be neighbors? He could notice how light she is on her feet so he often doesn’t hear her coming.. stuff like that yknow?

Thank you!

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH! Ballet for me right now has been so hectic like literally spring DOUBLE show is hell. This is mainly gonna be headcannons/ how they meet! hope this is okay

♡Lets say Frank is your apartment neighbor. It's small, but cozy and god knows its a good price for a NYC apartment. The apartment below yours was vacant, so you could practice your jumps and leaps at a reasonable time. Frank could hear like a damn cat. He could hear the smallest of thuds, he wouldn't mind though since to him it only sounded like walking a bit more heavily once every couple seconds.

♡One day he would hear music coming from your apartment, classical. Frank didn't know the exact song but it sounded familiar. He liked the sound, eventually the music would be comforting for him just like silence. Though it made him more curious about his neighbor.

♡You two would see each other in the hallway of your apartment, usually when you were leaving. Your hair in a bun with your rather big bag slung over your shoulder. Frank and you would exchange "Hi's" and some times "how are you's". It was simple, you liked it, Frank liked it but sometimes he wanted a little more, so did you.

♡A cloudy day, one that would most definitely bring rain later, Frank stood outside some big company building, big window that he was leaning on instead of looking in. The rain started pouring down, Frank had cover though over the buildings bridge that led to the building across from him. Frank didn't want to be a creep, but he accidently peered in. Seeing ballerinas in the center of the floor, leaping, jumping, and one turn. But with that one turn he got a glimpse of your face. It was as if a lightbulb popped over his head, being pulled out of his thoughts as he saw the bus pulling up to it's stop. Frank hated public transport but his whole ride back he would be thinking about the grace you held yourself with.

♡One day Frank would be in his apartment, cleaning off the barrel of his gun or anything to keep him busy before he heard banging coming from your apartment. If it was any of the other tenets in the building he would just be annoyed by it, but this was your apartment and it sounded like a damn massacre. Or maybe you were just nailing a new damn shelf in but he would much rather he do it for you then potentially having you hurt yourself. Quickly getting up and knocking on your door. He heard shuffling then your door opened. "Oh! hi Frank- i'm so sorry I can cut the noise-" you started to apologize but Frank was just happy you were okay. "No, you're fine sweetheart- you need help with anything?" Frank said leaning a bit more into the conversation if to convince you to let him help. The question made you perk up, grabbing your pointe shoes that you had set down before opening the door off the table and holding them for Frank to see, which only made him raise an eyebrow "Oh uh..the shank needs to be broken in same thing with the toe part- that's why I was banging them on- actually do you have a hammer?" Then your explaining would continue for an hour while Frank would ask questions to entertain your knowledge.

♡Frank would be watering the plants the older lady a couple doors down had left on windowsill near the stairs, she'd ask Frank to water them for her while she's visiting her grandkids, and of course Frank said yes. So as he's watering them, he feels a hand tap his shoulder which made him jump and turn around "oh- hi sweetheart, you okay?" Frank would blow it off but scaring Frank Castle- let alone sneaking up on him scared the shit out of him.

♡Frank would soooo call pointe shoes 'toe shoes', like i KNOW he would, everyone in my family calls them that and whenever i say pointe shoes they look at me like i spoke another planets language.

[starlight-write]

Attention Seeker

A/N: First TADC tk fic! lmk if you have any suggestions/prompts cause my brain is about fried atp.

Summany: Ragatha's ignoring Jax for being a prick. It's only after he brings Pomni into their little spat that she decides to do something about it.

Characters: Ler!Ragatha, Switch!Pomni, Switch!Jax

Word Count: 2004

Warnings: This is a tickle fic! Scroll if that's not your thing.

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"Raaaags! Ragathaaaaa! Rags, talk to meeeeeee!" The rabbit whined pathetically as he flopped face first to the floor to add to his dramatics.

Ragatha crossed her arms and stared blankly in front of her. She'd be damned if she gave into his theatrics after the stunt he pulled yesterday.

Pomni tip-toed her way over to the doll, careful to gauge her mood before speaking up.

"You're- uh- still not talking to Jax, huh?" The jester tried.

To no one's surprise, Jax pulled some underhanded shit during yesterday's game. Thankfully, that game was more tame than the usual as Caine decided to make all of them play a rather distorted version of 'capture the flag', only the playing field was covered in thick black tar-like substance, which made the game slower and over all less fun but Caine did say he was experimenting with ideas.

Long story short, Ragatha had gotten the other team's flag and was about to win before Jax thought it'd be clever to use poor Gangle as a lasso and trip Ragatha by her ankle. Causing her to fall face first into the gooey substance.

So yeah, Ragatha understandably ignored the purple prick for the rest of the day and supposedly the silent treatment carried onto this morning.

Ragatha scoffed at the question. "I have nothing to say to that jerk. Whatever Caine has planned for us to do today, I'm not saying a word to him." She said making direct eye contact with said jerk. Pomni swore she saw his ears go down a bit.

They both knew that wouldn't last. If there's one thing anyone knew about Jax, is that he can't survive without attention. And Lord, was he the biggest attention seeker Pomni's ever seen. Jax would just dedicate the entire day to pushing Ragatha's buttons until she snapped, earning everyone's attention as well as winning whatever sick game he'd imagined in his head.

Caine appeared not two minutes later and the cast proceeded with their little theme song as usual and afterwards, the ringmaster explained the rules of today's little adventure.

Another safe one, thank God. Pomni thought. Perhaps the man was starting to notice how strung out everyone had become and decided to cut them some slack.

Today's game was a timed scavenger hunt throughout the circus, with two separate teams taking turns in the main room to find the mising items as quick as possible while the other team waited in the hallway for their turn. They were split up into two teams. Ragatha instantly grabbed Pomni's hand and not even a split second later, Jax flung himself at the doll and screamed for Caine to team them up together.

Gangle, Kinger, and Zooble's team went first, which meant the other three were poofed into a random hallway away from the action.

Awkward.

Pomni fidgeted due to the tense atmosphere. Jax of course, took his chance to bug the shit out of the other girl. First trying to make conversation, then teasing her, then poking, shaking, singing, yelling, joking, flopping round again, but nothing seemed to break the doll's focus. Ragatha rolled her eyes at his theatrics before shooting them over to Pomni.

"Sheesh, these games have been real tame and non life-threatening lately right, Pomni? Seems like Caine's finally decided to cut us all a break!" She forced a laugh as she nudged the other girl.

Pomni looked rather taken aback by the sudden conversations but decided to play along nonetheless. "O-oh. Right. I-uh, really enjoy not being in danger for once, yknow?" She laughed nervously.

The rabbit shot up as the two continued their bland conversation, annoyed that he was being ignored completely.

Pomni felt rather proud of herself when Ragatha laughed at one of her jokes, her victory was short-lived however, letting out a yelp as she was suddenly yanked in the air by her underarms.

"HEY!-" She panicked and squirmed, having to force down a rather embarrassing noise that threatened to come out of her throat.

"Whatcha two ladies talkin' about?"Jax had that stupid smug grin on he always wore when he thought he was being smart. Ragatha, obviously, was not amused but threw in the towel anyways as it wasn't fair to Pomni to get her any more involved with their little spat any more than she already was.

"Put her down, Jax." The doll demanded.

Pomni tried to grab at the rabbit's gloved hands as she kicked her feet in the air. "Whaaaaaat? We’re just having a little fun is all! Ain’t that right, Pomni?”

The jester grunted and allowed her limbs to go limp, it was obvious she wasn’t gonna get free by herself and didn’t want to risk entertaining the rabbit any further.

“This is not fun for me. Please put me doWN!!!-“

Pomni’s entire body went rigid as soon as that prick started wriggling his fingers under her arms.

She was able to keep her laughter in for all of maybe half a second before exploding in hysterical laughter. The awful sensation causing her to thrash almost twice as hard now.

“Why laugh if you’re not having any fun, Bug Eyes?” Jax laughed along with her, pleased with the strong reaction.

Ragatha was still stone-faced, however, sighing as she moved to release the other girl.

“Jeez you really can’t go five minutes without bullying someone can you?” The doll grunted as she wrestled with the rabbits long ass arms. Jumping in the air a few times when he decided to hold Pomni straight over his head.

Ragatha was getting increasingly annoyed, Pomni was getting more hysterical by the minute, and of course Jax looked like he was having the time of his life.

But you know what? Two can play at that game.

“Gohohod! You two are hilarious. Say Rags, this almost reminds me of the time Caine had you screaming in the air for saying- OOMF!”

The wind knocked out of Jax’s throat as he was full-on tackled to the floor.

Thankfully, this gave Pomni the chance to escape but was still on top of the rabbit’s hands as she tried to compose herself.

“What the &!$@%# Rags?! I was just messing around, there’s no reason to get all pis-“

“Hold his wrists, Pomni.”

That was all the warning they got before the doll’s hands latched onto Jax’s hips and began tickling him mercilessly.

The high pitch scream that tore from his throat probably would’ve made the jester fall into another fit of laughter if she weren’t so taken aback by it herself.

Thankfully she caught up to speed in time to get a hold of the rabbit’s hands that were desperately trying to free themselves.

“WAIT!!- WAIT WAHAHAHAIT!!!- RAGAHAHAHAHAAA-“

Oh my God he’s &!$@%# losing it. Pomni thought as she observed the poor guys reactions.

It was quite a sight to see fucking Jax of all people go berserk over something as simple as tickling. It was a little unnerving to be honest.

What was even scarier was Ragatha’s face hadn’t changed from the ice cold scowl she’s had on since Jax started all this shit.

She looked kinda angry.

“pleheheheAHAHAHA!!-“ Jax wheezed. “You cahAHAHAHAN’T- You cahahahahan’t just- BWAHAHAHAHAAA!!!-“

“Oh so it’s only fair for you to pick on people huh?” Ragatha spat. “Y'know I think everyone here’s had about enough of your &!$@%#, Jax. You wanted attention that bad? Well here you go! Let’s see how you like being bullied for once.”

Her hands migrated down to his upper thighs, the doll now settling her weight on his calves. Giving the rabbit just enough leeway to twist and buck his hips like crazy.

Though he seemed to be breathing a bit easier with the change in spots, didn’t mean he still wasn’t absolutely losing his mind here.

“ahh…ahahaHAHAHAHehe- ohkahahay! Okay! I’m sohohorry! Is that what you guys wanna hear?! I’ll bahahahack ohohoff. Juhuhust- JUST!!-“

“You sure all this is okay? He’s starting to seem a bit lightheaded.” Pomni asked, more than a little concerned at the guy’s state despite what he’d pulled earlier. She knew they didn’t technically need to breathe but that only means this situation must be really messing with him.

Ragatha looked up and stilled her hands before withdrawing them completely.

“Trust me, he’s fine. We’ve put his sorry ass through a lot worse. And he would’ve kept tormenting you until Caine came in to stop him so he deserves everything he gets.” She explained as she got up from her spot on Jax’s legs and made her way over to where Pomni was stationed over their victim’s head.

The brief intermission allowed Jax to gather his bearings and a bit of his audacity too it seemed like.

“Yohohou…*huff*… You two are going to regret this. D-Dohohohon’t think for a second that you won anything. After all there’s plenty of centipedes for me to-AAAAA!!!!”

That ungodly shriek was almost worse than the first one. The jerk didn’t even get to finish his little vow for revenge before Ragatha dropped back down to scribble, squeeze, and prob rapidly over her victim’s belly.

“I know you can’t fathom the feeling, Jax, but I was going to be nice and call it quits there. But you just don’t know when to. Shut. Your. TRAP!!”

Pomni couldn’t help herself from laughing this time. With nothing pinning the poor guy’s legs down, they were flying through the air in every direction while he screamed like a little girl.

Seriously, Pomni doubted even she could reach that kind of pitch.

The whole things was just ridiculous to watch. She was sure her ears were bleeding by now but she couldn’t help the full on belly laughter that forced its way out of her.

Ragatha looked over at her friend as she doubled over in laughter. It was at that point, Ragatha truly realized how ridiculous this entire situation was and that scowl she had permanently plastered on her face finally bloomed into a smile as she too began to laugh.

Another ear-piercing screech and they were both done.

The two of them simultaneously lost their hold on their victim as they fell to the floor, rolling and clutching their stomachs as bouts of laughter poured out of them.

Jax layed there for a while, absolutely mortified at this entire ordeal. He began plotting his revenge almost immediately, if only to keep himself sane while hearing those two &!$@%# laugh at him.

Okay, maybe he wasn’t fond of all the attention he received.

Just as the girl’s laughter was starting to die down, a voice boomed through the hallway.

“Terribly sorry for the wait, friends! It appears that there’s been a rather embarrassing oversight on my part! You see, I told the others that I’ve hidden five items but instead only hid four! The fifth one was in my POCKET!-“

Caine explained as he pulled a rubber duck out of his pocket. Stopping himself abruptly seeing the state his other three guests were in.

Was it that funny? The ringmaster asked himself at hearing the two girl’s laughter finally dying down. That was before he saw Jax, still sprawled out on the floor and decided he didn’t really want to know.

“Does this mean we forfeit?” Jax slurred lazily.

“Nonsense!” Caine announced, deciding to ignore the his guest’s disappointed groans. “This just means we have to start a new game! You all seemed to LOVE playing ‘Capture the Flag’ yesterday! So I thought, why not give it another GO-“

Ragatha threw her shoe at the ringmaster before he even finished his statement. Of course, this prompted another bout of laughter from both Pomni and Jax this time.

Unfortunately, Caine took all of that as enthusiasm and prepared their little field from yesterday.

Pomni wasn’t certain if those two were gonna bring their bad energy back on the field, not to mention Jax was no doubt itching for payback right about now.

One thing was for certain, though. Pomni was staying the &!$@%# out of it this time.

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hiii!! you are literally blessing tumblr rn with your trevor fics omg... anyways!! i was wondering if i could request a trevor spengler x fem!reader in which reader comes in with a ghost issue and the ghostbusters have to help her and almost immediately trevor wants to impress her with his "skills"... i think that would be super cute!! just her explaining the situation with the ghost and trevor is trying to act all cool and collected.. i hope that makes sense!!! thank you so much!

awe thank you!! glad to be serving you guys ; and yeah ofc ! only thing is I only write gn readers so I apologize for that, but I don't think I referenced pronouns or anything referring to gender at all so 👍 ; thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy

TREVOR SPENGLER ; impression

summary ; Trevor trying to win you over with his "skills" and knowledge of being a ghostbuster

warnings ; language

word count ; 665

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"It's in the kitchen" You say, leaning against the door as you close it behind Trevor and Phoebe. Callie and Gary look to the kids, silently asking if they could do it on their own.

The pair nod, letting the adults sit on the stairs in front of the door. You lead the teens into the kitchen, showing them Slimer, eating everything out of your fridge.

"Fourth time this month. It stayed long enough for me to able to call" You inform quietly, watching Trevor beside you nod, Phoebe looking on with a bit of disgust and confusion. "He's a nice little guy, but I can't afford it in this economy"

"Yeah, we can take care of that for you," the boy replies, a quiet tone shaping his words so as not to scare the ghoulish creature raiding your fridge. He looks over at you, clearly a look in his eyes like he wanted to impress you for some reason.

Phoebe rolls her eyes and grabs a trap off the side of her proton pack, handing it to Trevor. "Go on, impress them"

"I'm not-" Trevor quickly speaks, then sighs, "Whatever"

He quietly sets up the trap, avoiding Slimer, now sitting on the floor, infecting the floorboards with its green goop. He stands back, crouched down in the doorway, foot on the lever of the trap. The proton thrower rests in his arms, finger on the trigger as he tries to lure Slimer toward the trap, hidden behind the doorway.

Unfortunately, the plan didn't work how Trevor wanted, now covered in green slime.

"Shit" He mumbles, wiping the goo off of his face.

You chuckle with a little smile, looking to Phoebe who gave you that "make him stop" look.

"Sorry, uh.." Trevor awkwardly says, gathering the trap to hand it back to Phoebe. "That obviously didn't go how it was intended"

"It was still impressive, I've never seen someone with so much patience try to do this before" You say, purposefully trying to boost his ego.

He smiles, "Yeah, uh, well... I'll clean all this up for you." He wipes some more slime off of himself, trying to move it to the floor for easier cleaning. "Uh, where's your mop?"

You point to a closet in the hallway, leading him to the cleaning supplies. Phoebe pulls you away, telling Trevor that you needed to speak with Callie and Gary for a moment.

"You've got an impressive son out there, ma'am," you say with a smile, quickly catching focus of her kind and comforting presence. "He's a real gem"

"Oh, yeah" She smiles, "He's a special one. Kind boy, I swear"

Phoebe looks at her mom with the same look. "Are you trying to wingman for Trevor?"

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"This is the power level indicator, and that's the intensification button, to like, up the anti, yknow?" Trevor explains, showing you how the proton thrower worked, trying to find any sense of interest in your eyes.

Luckily, your facial expression showed that clearly, as you were actually paying attention to him and the explanation of how his gear worked. You nod in response to him, trying to think of a question to ask to not make things weird.

"So, like, what do protons do? Like, to ghosts?"

"Oh!" He smiles, thanking whatever force was out there that you asked a question he could answer. "Basically-"

"Basically, he wants to go on a date with you" Phoebe quickly buts in, walking past with a smug smile for Trevor.

He quickly looks back to you, eyes widened. "Uh, don't listen to her!"

"I mean, I'd like that," you shrugged. "I'm impressed. That's what you wanted, right? I'll go out with you"

He blinks a few times, trying to make sure he'd heard you correctly. "Uh, oh my God, uhm, okay!" He nods. "Did I actually impress you?"

You smile and nod, giving him the answer he wanted, and you knew was the truth.

"You owe me twenty dollars, Phoebe!"

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[THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR GREAT GOD GROVE, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.]

something i think is really interesting about click clack in particular is that out of all the gods he's probably the most Active in making mistakes throughout his arc? but unlike some other gods like mitternacht or cobigail he doesn't have a newly-sown distrust in king, and unlike level-specific antagonists like saul he's not motivated by a distrust of other people. if anything it's his tendency to idolize the people in his life/take their roles for granted (in the "accepts them as Immutable Fact" way) that gets him into hot water in the hobbyhoo level, bc it means he Doesn't Interrogate Anything and also does not Realize that he's not interrogating anything in his daily life, bc being an editor means you already interrogate people's writing on the daily.

he doesn't question why “king” would tell him to tone down the parts of oh partner mine that people care about the most, he's just like "well it's king so she's gotta know what she's talking about." he doesn't question why thespius would keep submitting scripts with those parts still intact after the first rejection, he's just like "ahhh, well, thespius has always had a tender heart. good thing more people will see that after my hard work is done!" and like i've said in previous posts, prior to godpoke's interference, it doesn't really seem like it was the norm to take a complaint straight to a god despite it being the easiest way to solve a problem, so obviously nobody was coming to tell him "hey big man this is kind of uh. shit." despite the fact that this is Also sometimes a necessary part of creative collaboration.

in this way, though far from the Only example, i think click clack's arc is a very good summary from both a divine and a (formerly) mortal perspective of some of the shortcomings of how gods are Regarded by the grove at large when the game first begins - i.e. the idea that gods are not only uniquely infallible, but their godhood is Mutually Exclusive from their humanity (neither of which are true, as we see throughout the game.) i imagine that being raised in a culture like that and then ascending to godhood makes it Very hard to admit when you know something is amiss - because if that's true, then no, your godhood does not make you infallible. and if your godhood doesn't make you infallible, can you really be trusted with godhood? if your godhood doesn't make you infallible like everybody says, what other things are they wrong about? what other things are you wrong about? very intimidating questions! best to just keep at it like you know what you're doing and hope nobody else catches on (spoiler alert: they will, in fact, catch on.)

also i can't find a way to work this into the rest of the post but i also think it's interesting that you can make a case for his arc foreshadowing/paralleling capochin's own? right hand man who is Intensely devoted to the guy he works with and is in denial about the romantic aspect of said devotion -> guy becomes more proactive in doing what he believes will best serve the guy he works with's interests at the expense of their community's morale -> guy eventually realizes he let his devotion blind himself to the true nature of guy he works with's desires and promptly gets his ass in gear to start fixing it. and also realizes that it was in fact a gay thing. obviously there are key differences there bc that's what narrative foils Do but yknow. I Just Think It's Neat.