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[ID: A drawing of Satoru, Shoko, and Suguru from Jujutsu Kaisen. Suguru and Satoru have their arms slung around Shoko’s shoulders, who smiles around a cigarette in her mouth and whose hands are in her pockets. Suguru, on Shoko’s right, makes a three-fingered peace sign with his right hand and leans slightly down. Satoru has his legs crossed and his left arm up in a fist, mouth open in a smile. In hiragana written above them is Sashisu! (さしす). ]

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The Wrong Robin Au (part three)

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Danny never said he knew what he was doing, but he thinks he's doing something right if the kid hasn't started crying yet. so you know, that's great. now, he just needed to get the kid out of here, so Danny could have a moment to mourn his retirement plans.

He wasn't going to blame the kid, ancients know Danny would have gone back to hero work eventually. He just couldn't let things go if he could help it, and he could in this situation.

"Alright, here's the plan." Danny announced, slapping his legs as he stood up. "it's late, you're a kid who needs sleep. let's get you home, then we can get a game plan on how to do this."

Tim had been nodding his head, even if it was reluctantly, before freezing in sudden realization. Danny raised his eyebrow in question, wondering what was wrong now.

"you want my help?" Tim asked, absolutely gobsmacked.

Oh, the kid thought Danny was just going to send him away like any reasonable adult would. Ha, Danny wished. but no. He had no clue what he was doing and this kid was his only trump card for making any of the half-assed plans still forming in his head work. AND he had a feeling if he didn't keep Tim close by, the kid would run off and do something stupid.

"Yep," Danny snorted, "you were smart enough to figure out who Batman was, and then you decided to take it upon yourself to help him; whether by convincing me to do it or yourself."

"Now then," Danny said as he walked over to the couch and pulled his hoodie from under Sam. Sam, to her credit, told him to fuck off and went back to snoring. Tucker, somehow having heard her, responded with a 'Go fuck yourself'.

Shaking his head, Danny turned back to Tim. "Let's get going. It's-" Danny turned to look at the clock, his eyes narrowing when he found it; 4 am. The kid was up and coherent enough to try and blackmail someone into being Robin at four in the morning. "-four. you seriously need to get some sleep kid. It's a school night." actually, what day was it???

Tim rolled his eyes but started to follow Danny out the door. "It's Saturday, and I've stayed up longer," he grumbled.

Danny snorted, "So have I, but we still need to sleep." He should probably try and prevent the kid from staying up longer than he should. Danny knows what years of not sleeping properly does to someone. The kid's obsessed with Batman and Robin, right? He'll just use them then.

"Robin needs all the sleep he can get. Otherwise, Batman will bench him. If Robin is benched, then who is out there helping Batman?" That's convincing, right? Does Batman even have the power to bench Robin? From the sounds of it, Robin is his kid's vigilante name. Which means he totally has the power to ground them.

Wait...

If Danny was going to be Robin, does that mean Batman would think he's his kid?

Oh, hell naw. He was not going to be adopted by another fruitloop! If Bruce Wayne even thinks about it, Danny will be out of there so fast even the Flash couldn't stop him.

Tim stumbled, his eyes wide in surprise. "Really?" he asks, turning to look at Danny in horror. Danny blinked, brain failing to remember why the kid would be surprised.

shit, what were they talking about?? Robin... It's four am... Right!

"Yep," Danny chirped, leading the kid to his car. "Now, I know everyone says not to get into a stranger's car and all that jazz, but it's the only way I'm getting you home. So, hop in."

Tim didn't even hesitate to jump into the passenger seat, pulling the seat belt across his chest. Danny stared at him for a second, before opening the car door and sitting down.

"kid, you do know you're not supposed to get into strangers' cars, right?" Danny asked, closing the door and buckling up. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his keys and started the engine.

"Well, yeah?" Tim replied, turning to face him, "But you're not a stranger. You're Robin. You protect people not hurt them."

and well? Danny can't argue with that, now, can he?

"Right, fine. Just promise not to get into strangers' cars. I don't care how much you think you know about them. It's not safe, and you could get hurt."

Tim hummed, thinking about it for a moment before nodding his head. "Yeah, alright. I promise."

"good." Danny sighed, turning to look at the road to see if it was clear. then he sighed again, "Don't tell strangers where you live, please."

Tim looked at him in amusement, a small smile spreading across his face. "Drake manor. 1015 Mountain Drive. It's in the Crest Hill community."

"You're killing me here, kid." Danny groaned, hitting his head against the steering wheel. Then he slowly lifted his head and turned to stare at Tim, "Kid. How the hell did you get all the way over here? Mountain Drive is all the way over in Bristol??? That's, like, twelve miles outside of city limits?"

"I have my ways."

Danny narrowed his eyes, "You bribed someone, didn't you."

Tim looked away from him, fiddling with his fingers.

sighing, Danny sat up and started driving down the road. They sat in silence for a while, just listening to the chaos that was Gotham City as they drove. Tim eventually slumped over, his head resting against the window.

It took a good thirty minutes before Danny could turn onto the bridge out of town. The traffic wasn't heavy, just the occasional car here and there. It was almost peaceful.

"Turn here," Tim suddenly instructed, startling Danny.

"Tim!" Danny cried, turning to look at the kid, then back at the road. although, he did do as the kid instructed. "don't do that! you'll give me a heart attack or something! Ancients!"

Tim blinked, then shrugged. "ok," he yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"my house is the one with really stupid-looking ducks carved into the gates." Tim supplied, waving his hand at the road ahead of them. "Bruce's is the one with bats, but you knew that."

"Right," Danny agreed. What were the chances that Batman happened to live in a place called Gotham and in a house with black iron gates covered in bats? It was almost as coincidental as Danny's last name sounding like Phantom. Fate really had quite the sense of humor, didn't they?

after they passed a few more dirt roads, Tim pointed at a specific one, "Turn here. The gates a little further back than everyone else's."

Danny hummed, turning the car onto the road. What was his life at this point? Driving children to their huge houses at four-thirty in the morning? agreeing to become Robin? coming out of retirement because a kid asked him to?

Bruce Wayne better appreciate all the effort this kid was going through...

A tall gate slowly popped into view, making Danny slow the car down until he could stop right in front of it. "Alright, kid. You're home. get some sleep. Go to school, I don't know, what do you rich kids do on the weekends? actually, you know what? It doesn't matter, do you have a phone?"

Tim blinked as he slowly unbuckled, "yes?"

"One that's not monitored by your parents or anyone else?"

"..."

Danny sighed, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his phone. "Here," Danny unlocked it, went to settings and pressed the factory rest option. Once the phone finished the reset, he quickly scanned through it to make sure it was all gone before adding his second phone number. once done, he tossed it over to the kid. "here, should work for now. Don't let anyone else have it."

If this was any other situation, Danny would have gone straight to the kid's parents; but considering it was past four in the morning and there wasn't a city-wide amber alert? He has a feeling the kid needs a safety net, and well? What better than a direct line to him?

"I can't just take your phone!" Tim cried, catching the phone before it could fall to the ground.

"It's my backup one. I tend to break my phone pretty often, so I always keep an extra one on me. my current number is saved on it, you can reach out and get in contact with me now." Danny waved off the kid's concern, reaching into the back of the car to grab a bag.

with how often his phone had broken during ghost fights and how frequently his parents dissected his phone for parts? It's a habit at this point to have a backup. or Ten. Pulling the bag to the front, Danny showed the kid what was inside.

"..." Tim blinked, then looked up at Danny. "why do you have a bag of broken phones in your car?"

"Because my phones keep breaking and I figured it would be easier to just keep them for extra parts than toss them. Now," Danny tossed the bag into the back, ignoring how it tipped over and spilled the contents all over the seat. He'd clean it up later. Maybe. "It's early. You need sleep, I need sleep. We can pick another day to sit down and build a game plan."

Tim sat in silence for a moment, staring at the phone in his hands, before glancing up at Danny. "You really mean it?" he asked, turning the phone around anxiously, "you really want my help?"

"kid, Tim," Danny started, tilting his head so he could make eye contact. "with how bad you say Batman's gotten? I'm going to need all the help I can get. Who better than the one who went out of his way to try and actually do something about it?"

Tim's eyes watered as he looked back at the phone. "ok," he whispered, nodding his head. Reaching up, he wiped his face clean before taking a deep breath and letting it out.

"ok," he repeated, voice stronger now. "I'll help. I want to."

"Good," Danny nodded in agreement, then smiled. "get some sleep kid, you need it."

"I don't need it," Tim grumbled, turning to open the door and get out. "but if that's what it takes for you to allow me to help, then I guess I can take a nap or something."

Danny snorted, watching as Tim closed the car door and started making his way to the gate.

as soon as the kid was out of view, Danny slammed his head onto the steering wheel and groaned. He had definitely jinxed himself earlier. How hard can being Robin be? Yeah right. He hasn't even gotten to meet Bruce yet and he's already stressed.

...

Glancing up, Danny watched as the clock glitched then turned to five am.

...

Well then, he might as well do something productive since it was unlikely he'd be getting any more sleep if he went back. Sam would be up by the time he got there, which meant he'd have to answer all of her questions... which would wake Tucker up, which would mean Danny'd have to explain all over again.

Glancing around, Danny suddenly realized something.

Batman.

Bruce Wayne was Batman.

Bruce Wayne; as in, Gotham's own himbo billionaire.

Who lives in Bristol.

Which is where he is right now. Logically speaking, he'd be able to find it pretty fast if he just looked at the gates. It's probably just a few houses from Tim's too, now that he thought about it...

Oh, this was a terrible idea, but when had that ever stopped Danny?

Jazz was so going to kill him for this.

Next

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Alicent and Criston have every right to be together.

I’ve read a lot of posts regarding their non-existent hypocrisy and I’d like to clear some things up.

First and foremost, stop using Alicent’s “Where is duty, where is sacrifice?” line against her or Nyra’s outrageous “Exhausting, wasn’t it?” speech because you think you’re eating when you’re, in fact, starving. Alicent has done her duty and sacrificed herself. It’s the only thing she’s been doing for the past 20 years. She gave the man she was forced to marry four children and she took care of him despite all the shit he put her through. She has lived all her life based on her principles and now her husband is gone. She mourned him, she buried him, it’s been more than 10 days since his death (confirmed that E1 S2 takes place 10 days after Lucerys’ death) and she is finally fucking free. She deserves a sliver of comfort. Alicent is the only one in this series that’s been faithful and dutiful to a T, yet look where that got her. If someone has the right to break the law a little bit, it’s definitely her.

That being said, I don’t know when it was decided that Alicent is a pious saint that can do no wrong, but I need to remind y’all that following a religion does not magically prevent you from sinning. Is she committing fornication? Obviously. However, you are all under this impression that this is hypocritical on her behalf because she berated Rhaenyra for it when they were younger, without considering that her anger was justified for a myriad of other reasons, such as (but not limited to): 1) the fact that Rhaenyra’s freedom to marry whomever she pleased was a privilege granted to her thanks to Alicent’s efforts, who supported her even if Rhaenyra hated her, yet her friend casually threw that away, 2) the fact that Rhaenyra lied to her by swearing on her morher’s grave and never even mentioned Criston, 3) the fact that Rhaenyra had the guts to call her “sister” while lying to her face, 4) the fact that her lies resulted in Otto getting fired since Rhaenyra misled Alicent so that she speaks to Viserys in favour of her friend and betraying her own father by siding against him (a decision she wouldn’t have made if she knew the truth), leaving her completely alone and friendless at court, even if he was right all along and finally 5) the fact that Rhaenyra is the most sought after bachelorette in the whole world and by having sex she undermines herself (Rhaenyra knows this well, hence why she denies these accusations) and literally endangers herself, because had she been married to any other man but Laenor and had this man found out his wife and future queen is not a virgin, imagine the fucking horrors she could have been subjected to. Like, I hate to break it to you, but a 40-year-old widow, who’s had four kids and has completed her duty to the point where she is actually no longer needed and could leave the palace to go live the rest of her life in peace somewhere else and no one would notice her absence (literally though, she has birthed heirs, her husband is dead, her son is a grown adult king, her job is done there), having sex, is not the same as an 18-year-old princess and future heir in her prime, whose purity is linked to her worth, getting caught drunk in a brothel, hooking up with her uncle and losing her virginity to her guard, all in one night. Viserys himself was outraged. There’s lows and then there’s lows, y’all.

By the way, the crazy assumptions that Alicent has been cheating on Viserys with Criston for a while now need to stop. When Olivia Cooke said that they had filmed a messy sex scene with Fabien Frankel in a recent interview, she never said this was for S1 of HOTD. I don’t know where y’all got that from, but even if it was true, that scene has been scrapped so it is not canon. And don’t make me laugh about Daeron, a dragon rider who canonically has Valyrian features, potentially having brown hair. You’re all so blinded by your hatred for Alicent that you want her to be a lying hypocrite in order to make yourselves feel better about Rhaenyra’s mishaps, that you don’t get that the whole point of her and Criston getting physical is that she is a tortured woman who is finally able to break free, not that she has been a hypocrite all along. You’re heavily misunderstanding her arc.

Finally, when it comes to my good man Criston, y’all have lost it completely. No, Alicent is not raping him, unless he tells her to stop and she closes the door behind her like Rhaenyra did that is. No, Criston did not lie about how important his honour is to him. There’s a whole article on how Clare Kilner, the director of E4 S1, decided that Cole removing his armour slowly was necessary because it symbolises his inner conflict and uncertainty over breaking his vow: should he soil his cloak for the sake of the woman he loves? And he does soil it, because he thinks she loves him back. But that honourable man dies the day Rhaenyra tells him that he’ll never be anything more than a side piece to her. This man stops giving a flying fuck about his honour, oath, position and life. He is trying to kill himself. And you know what stops him? Alicent. Alicent is the only thing between him and death, the only person to show him kindness and understanding, to pull him up from the lowest point in his life. I don’t think you heard Alicent in E7 S1: “No, you’re sworn to me!”. Y’all. His life is hers. He doesn’t care about Rhaenyra, his job, Viserys, anyone else at this point. Only Alicent exists in his mind, Fabien himself has said time and time again that his loyalty to her is unwavering. He only exists for Alicent’s sake. He’s who you wish Daemon was. Crying that “Criston is a bad knight and a liar because he broke his chastity oath yet again!” is so pointless because that knight has been dead since Rhaenyra’s marriage to Laenor. What does an oath mean when you find out the people you swore it to have betrayed you? Why should he keep his promise to the people who abused him?

[thelov3lybookworm]

Lucien who now lives full time in the Day Court knowing the truth (think white robes and cold crown and makeup omg) and who has been in love with IC reader since getting to know her while he was there.

She's now visiting on some Night Court business (research, negotiation, etc.), and he's decided to put on his full Lucien teasing charm to woo her.

Sunlight in a Bowl.

Summary: Did he just... no. Of course not.

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A/n: I didnt realise how much i loved this idea until i wrote it 😭 thank you soo much my darling anon for sending in this request, i had soo much fun writing it lol, it was like it took no effort, came to me soo easy 🥹

also, posting this an hour early for funsies 🤭

i promised no angst so theres no angst @milswrites

anyways, enjoy!

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The day court was beautiful.

That was all Y/n could think of as a sentry led her towards Helion's private receiving chambers, all other adjectives having flown out of her head the moment Azriel had dropped her on the border of Day court, from where she'd winnowed herself to the palace.

The white houses, the red and gold roofs, the sunlight shining from above and reflecting from pools of water and the Palace right in the center of it all, the colourful market in the town square...

It was safe to say Y/n was ready to move to Day court, already having forgotten that she was here on a mission from Rhysand.

She was ready, bags packed, no questions asked.

So busy was she gaping at the beautiful architecture of the palace, the artwork reigning her in like some trick of hypnotism, she didn't realise the sentry had come to a stop outside two large oak doors.

Unfortunately, that meant she smacked right into his back before she realised.

Her cheeks blazing, Y/n stumbled back as she glanced up at the male, who had an amused smile on his face.

"I merely stumbled. My dress is a little long."

He nodded. "Never said you did not stumble. I believe it must be hard to walk around in your too long knee length dress."

Blood rushed into Y/n's ears as she looked down at the dress that... only reached her knees, realising he was right.

Fuck.

She cleared her throat, standing at attention, avoiding his eyes.

From her peripherals, she could see him grinning as he knocked on the door, waiting until a voice called out to let them in.

The male opened the door, holding it open for Y/n. She hurried in, resisting the urge to just die as he closed the door behind her.

So much for making a good first impression.

Y/n shook her head, trying to dislodge the lump now forming in her throat at the upcoming conversation.

Being an introvert and shy was a hard job, one Y/n was very good at.

But being introverted and shy while being an emissary? Now that was the job of someone that Y/n would consider god.

And exactly why Y/n had been so against the idea of her becoming an emissary when Rhysand suggested it, knowing she would rather live a life alone in the middle of nowhere and probably become the next Weaver than become an emissary.

Alas, she was the only researcher Rhysand had at his disposal, so now she had been sent to read through as many libraries and books in day court as possible to aid in Feyre's second pregnancy.

It hadn't been confirmed yet whether the babe was winged, but Rhysand and the inner circle thought it best to start researching in advance just in case the babe did have wings and to prevent the second pregnancy ending up the same way the first did, and this time with no one to save them.

"Y/n! Always a pleasure to see you!" Y/n met the warm honey eyes that belonged to Helion, a smile spreading on her face unprompted.

"Helion." She greeted, walking forward and directly into his open and inviting arms, squeezing him back when he wrapped his arms around her.

"I hope the journey was not too hard?"

Y/n laughed, pulling away. "All I had to do was winnow, Helion, why would it be hard?"

Helion grinned, then turned to glance at something behind him.

With horror, Y/n realised that it was not something, it was someone.

Her panicked eyes shot to Helion, remembering that Rhys said Y/n wouldn't have to interact with anyone other than the day court high lord.

"Ah Y/n, meet my son, Lucien. Though I'm sure you've met before."

Y/n swallowed, then let her eyes wander to Lucien. Which, definitely not a good idea, considering Y/n was suddenly drooling and looking away like he had burned her eyes.

She had only looked at him for a moment, but that moment was enough for Y/n to have taken note of how ravishing he looked.

Ravishing?!? Get a grip Y/n.

Y/n attempted to calm her racing heartbeat by taking deep breaths, trying not to think of all the golden skin on display that was not covered by the white robe, the gold crown adorning the head of fiery red.

Trying especially hard not to think about the way his skin glowed with happiness and the beautiful, flirtatious smile adorning those plush, soft lips.

"We- we have met before."

"That's amazing! So if introductions are not needed, I'll take my leave."

Y/n knew her eyes were bulging out of her head at this point, but she did not really care as she gaped at Helion's retreating back. She continued to stare until he reached the doors, then turned to wink at her like he was in on a secret she was not.

Bastard.

Y/n, not knowing what to do, glanced at Lucien, who, in the perfect son-of-bastard way, sent her a cocky grin.

Y/n glared at him at that, pretending like the blush on her face was because of anger and not because she was shy.

"I don't know if Rhys informed you, but I will be helping you out today with the research."

Y/n's eyes widened, staring at him like he'd claimed to have met the Mother herself.

Which, Y/n would have been less surprised to hear, but that was the talk for another day.

"I- no one told me."

Lucien shrugged, that infuriating smile still on his face. "It came up last moment when my father had to leave to handle some important matters."

Y/n nodded sadly, mentally encouraging herself that she could do this.

With a sigh, she gestured at him. "Lead the way."

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"Are you hungry yet?"

Y/n reigned in her sigh of exasperation.

For the past hour, Lucien had been hovering around Y/n, bothering her with stupid questions and trying to get her to go somewhere else. Where, Y/n could not for the life of her figure out.

She glanced up at him, finding his arms crossed over his chest, a careless grin on his face as he leaned against the desk she sat at.

She also noticed how he stood a little too close to just be acting like a caring host, but she ignored it, just like she ignored the bulging, mouth watering muscles in his arms.

"I am sorry Lucien, but my stomach does not consider me worthy of food at the moment. I will let you know once it decides I deserve to eat."

He laughed at that, his head thrown back, his chest vibrating with how genuine the sound was.

Y/n's eyes dropped to the strong column of his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he glanced back down to her, grinning. Y/n noticed the dimple that made an appearance in his cheeks, but she pretended she was still mad at his constant nagging and turned back to the thick bound tomes she had open in front of her.

Y/n got a moment of reprieve before he drew her attention again.

But this time he did not ask her if she was hungry or if she was thirsty.

No, he pushed off from the table, and Y/n watched him from the corner of her eyes as he walked to the back of her chair.

She was curious, of course she was, but also glad that he would let her do her studies.

Also sad that he was leaving, but no one needed to know that.

But suddenly, two arms were caging her in against the table, and Y/n startled at the sudden heat of being caged against the wood by someone who quite literally had the heat of autumn court fire in his blood and the warmth of day court sun in his blood.

"What are you doing?!" Y/n yelped, trying to keep quiet in the library.

His breath tickled the hair at the side of her neck as he leaned in.

"I am just wanting to inquire when your stomach will deem you worthy of eating."

"Oh my god." Y/n mumbled, her blood tinting her face red. "Stop it Lucien!"

"Not until you tell me you will go out to eat with me. Tell me, will giving you the sun in a bowl convince you?"

Y/n only kept getting redder in the face, and to try to cover it up, she slapped her hands over her face.

He tsked. "That sounded like it hurt."

Y/n paused for a moment, then mumbled out- "It did."

He laughed again, and something about having him so close to her, so free and vulnerable did things to Y/n. She spread her fingers, peeking out to find his eyes closed, his teeth glinting softly in the sunlight streaming in through the stained glass windows.

She stared at him, slowly letting her hands fall into her lap, not realising she was staring.

Or maybe not caring.

His laughter slowly died down, the sound still ringing softly in Y/n's ears until it faded away.

He met her eyes, happier than Y/n had ever seen, and gave her a soft smile.

"So?"

Y/n sighed, the sound so exaggerated she would have laughed any other time.

"Fine."

For good measure, Y/n rolled her eyes at him before she turned back to the dusty tomes sitting on the rich wood desk.

She could practically feel his grin as he dipped closer, planting a kiss on her cheek.

Y/n's eyes flew wide, turning to gape at him as he straightened.

"So, a bowl of sunlight. In the receiving room before sunset?"

Y/n choked out an okay.

The bastard had the audacity to wink at her as he turned and strutted away, his careless demeanour already enchanting Y/n's malfunctioning brain.

She watched his retreating back until she couldn't anymore, then straightened to stare at the words that now made no sense to Y/n because she was so busy trying not to think about the plans she now had for the evening.

Did he just...

Y/n blinked, glancing once to the archway he'd just disappeared into.

Did he just ask me out on a date?

Y/n shook her head.

No, it was just not possible.

Lucien? Asking Y/n out on date?

Y/n wanted to laugh at herself for even thinking that. Lucien would never...

Fuck.

Despite herself, Y/n began to smile, and hope.

What have I gotten myself into?

It was going to be hurting her brain to think so much about it, but she couldn't care less about it.

Still smiling, Y/n returned to her work, now trying to stop focusing on him and start doing the thing she was actually here for.

It's going to be a long day.

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– 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 || 𝐠𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐬𝐮

SUMMARY: In a matter of seconds, [Y/N] is infected protecting Gyeong-su, he is reminded of their 100 day celebration, and his heart is irreparably broken when you are forced to say goodbye. PAIRINGS: han gyeong-su x genderneutral!reader TAGS/WARNINGS: established!relationship ; character death ; swearing, angst + more

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IT HAPPENS IN A MATTER OF SECONDS, so sudden Gyeong-su can hear nothing but the sound of his own blood rushing through his ears as you stagger away from Na-yeong, eyes wide in disbelief.

The shock and horror of what she'd just done had ended the cacophony of mania, everyone standing shock-still by the revelation that Lee Na-yeong had intentionally infected you right before them.

"Na-yeon, what have you done?" Miss Park asks quietly, eyeing the frantic girl warily as Su-hyeok and Nam-ra step away from her, the formers' hands clenched at his sides.

Your hand is still bleeding from where she'd dug her nails into the skin, your blood intermingling with the blood she'd swiped at you with her dirty fucking handkerchief and On-jo lets out a soft cry when a drop of red trickles from your nose.

"If you're so sure he's not infected, you can die with him", Na-yeon had cried, moving too fast before anyone could react.

"[Y/N], c-come here, you need to sit down," Gyeong-su manages to say through the tightness in this throat, breaking away from Cheong-san's side to stagger towards you.

"We need to get you a tissue," he continues, almost in a daze.

We need to stop the bleeding. Put them in the recording booth. They're not gone yet. We can still–

Before he can reach for your hands however, you step away from him, pressing yourself against the door as you shake your head firmly at him.

There are tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, and your face flickers with a multitude of emotions before your features grow ladden with grim resignation.

"–Stop," you say roughly, and Gyeong-su just knows that you've made your decision.

Now that you've been infected, you're going to walk out the door, determined not to stay long enough for him to convince you otherwise.

Because doing so would only hurt everyone more in the end, and the last thing you'd want is for them to see you turn.

(I-sak's blood is still on On-jo's collar.)

For the first time since he met you, your boyfriend wishes you were selfish enough to stay, selfish enough to fight everyone to stay by his side the same way he would if the roles were reversed, but it's you.

[First name] [Last name].

Always doing the right thing, even when it hurts. Even when he doesn't want you to.

Because you and Gyeong-su both know he won't ask you to leave, and you're stronger than he'd like to give you credit for when you make no move towards him.

"Han, please just stay there...I don't want to hurt you," you say quietly, unflinching when he shakes his head with a scoff that sounds too much like denial. "I need to leave."

"N-no you wouldn't," he insists, mouth trembling as his chest gives way to a choked cry. "Please [Y/N], get away from the door. Let me help...please just move away from the door..."

The wounded sound he makes makes Ji-min and Hyo-ryung flinch on the other side of the room, hands held firmly between them. A sentiment shared by even the more quiet ones of the group.

The truth is, they've all lost people today–teachers, classmates, friends–but none have lost someone they cared for this way, to something as preventable as a contaminated handkerchief and the paranoia of a crazed girl.

More blood drips down your nose in quick succession then, and while it is the final nail in the coffin for everyone in the room and settles your resolve, Gyeong-su doesn't want you to go.

Not like this. Not after everything you've been through and not after you were infected protecting him from your traitorous classmate.

[Y/N], how can you be so calm? He wants to shake you. Why aren't you mad?

"Cheong-san, y-you need to get my bag...there's a box with butterflies on it in there..." Though you've addressed Cheong-san, you keep your eyes locked on your boyfriend, committing every plane and edge to memory as you tell your friend what to do.

For a moment, Gyeong-su has no idea why you're telling Cheong-san about your bag, about this small box with butterfly designs before the memory comes unbidden:

It was your 100 day anniversary, and Han had saved enough of his weekly allowance to take you out on a date after school. While most boys his age would aim to take their partner to a nice restaurant and shower them with even nicer jewellery, he could do only so much with what little money he had. Fortunately, while most people would've raised their brows at dining at a chicken restaurant (in his humble opinion, nothing could beat the exquisite taste of Cheong-san's family restaurant) and then being cart off to an Arcade to blow off the rest of their money, you were unlike most people. In fact, when Han had won you a back of Butterfly-themed plasters instead of the cute [favourite cartoon] phone charm at one of the claw machines, you had only laughed fondly as you placed your hands in his. Grinning as his cheeks grew flushed. "Hey Han Gyeong-su, don't be too serious," you teased gently, bumping his shoulder as you held the box of bandages. "I think these bandages are way better. Plus, I'll keep it in my bag in case I ever need it." Before he could apologise again, flustered by your earnest words, you tilted your head, brushing your lips against his as his flush deepened.

It's a nice memory, one of the more simpler ones, and Gyeong-su is sure you remember that day, too, because your breath catches as you move your hand to the door handle.

"It's a pack of bandages, Cheong-san. You need to cover Han's scratch, and keep him away from Na-yeong. He isn't infected, but he needs to keep his scratch covered. Please use it for the others, too."

There's a raspy quality to your voice now, more urgent now that there's black veins blooming from your injuries.

If he weren't so madly in-love with you, Gyeong-su would assume that your calm and poise was unnatural for someone on the verge of turning.

But you've always held a quiet strength to you, and this display of extreme will is only a testament to your character. He's glad the others seem to realise it too because no one makes a move to accost you, trusting you enough to know what you need to do.

Still, the finality in your plea seems to seep through the cracks in his heart, because this time he launches himself towards you more frantically than before, stopping only when Cheong-san wraps himself around his waist, holding him back from moving any closer.

"[Y/N] please, you don't have to do this! [Y/N]! [Y/N]! Cheong-san, let me go! LET ME GO!"

Desperate, your boyfriend bucks wildly in Cheong-san's arms, begging to be let go and cursing his long-time friend all in one breath as he punches uselessly at his chest.

Cheong-san has always been surprisingly strong, but when Dae-su and Su-hyeok join him–there's no way for Gyeong-san to reach you, no matter how much he tries.

"Han Gyeong-su," you rasp, your voice cutting through the loudness and chaos.

Saying his full name is enough to make Gyeong-su pause, gives you enough time to say what you've wanted to say to him since this whole mess started. "Thank-you for our time together. I...have loved every second being your partner."

For the first time since you locked eyes on him–hand frozen as he holds it out to you, one last attempt to reach you–you move your gaze around the whole room, hoping that as your eyes meet theirs, your classmates know there is no blame from you, or anger.

You do not look at Na-yeon, or Miss Park.

There is only sincere hope that they all make it out, and gratitude for everything they've done for you until now.

Wiping the tears that have fallen with your uninjured hand, you scrub at your face before nodding to yourself, turning to the door before you finally pull it open.

"Thank you for everything, guys. Please make it out of here. Really. And please take care of Gyeong-su for me..."

Behind you, Gyeong-su's anguished screams grow louder as you step out into the Zombie-infested hallway, the door sliding close with a soft click behind you.

Though it doesn't beat the sound he makes when he hears the first of your bones breaking from beyond the classroom door.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

might be a controversial/unpopular opinion but i headcanon that any classic variant of sans has some sort of superiority complex going on. maybe not exactly that, but they're some flavor of self-righteous, i guess?

OKAY LISTEN. i'm not saying sans is a bad guy or anything (i love him very much i swear). canon sans is written really well in the sense that he's intentionally very vague and mysterious so we can speculate a lot on his past and intentions throughout the story. idk, maybe my reading is completely off but sans appears to me as a lovable asshole, especially to someone who is a child (frisk). he likes playing around with frisk - yeah it's harmless but still his advice tends to be vague, especially when it comes to battle tips lmao. just imagine in-universe how terrible his advice comes off to a child.

and like, the restaurant scene. sans is intentionally acting all blithe about letting a child die on his watch, under a promise - like i know it's supposed to be a funny off-hand comment to the player, but in-universe again he addresses this to a child. it's just- lmao this guy has some problems for sure.

i think being self-righteous is just tied to his role as a judge as well. he's always 'right' in his judgement, because that's what he is. i think it's just interesting to explore that particular aspect of sans' personality, that he acts in what he thinks is right, and he's always right, isn't he? maybe that's why i tend to enjoy undertale stories where sans somewhat assumes the role of the antagonist - it creates some fantastic dynamic with people around him who it seems like he never really connects well.

~ crowshipping anon

Crow!! Yayy!!

And I honestly kinda vibe with this interpretation honestly. I haven’t completely finished playing all the Undertale games myself (curse my lack of motivation 😭), but I watched a few playthroughs here and there, and it seems like something that could make sense.

Especially when he’s given such an important position like a being a Judge, his opinions and judgements are likely taken seriously by Asgore.

And the thing is, you can also make an argument for this with our most popular classic variants; the Murder Time Trio. Murder justifies what he does as being better that he does it instead of the human, justifies it with that he will eventually stop the human.

Really, he may even argue that his current actions don’t really even go against his job as the Judge; he has judged that the human must be stopped, and he has to do it because he’s the only one who can. I’ve even seen some ideas going around that maybe he views himself as the Angel from the Prophecy, having judged that the Underground will be free by death.

Horror is the entire reason his Underground started eating humans, and he is also the reason that the Core is damaged beyond repair. He didn’t want to sacrifice himself for the Underground, and he survived the event that took his eye, yet he still judged that Undyne and Alphys had to pay for their betrayal—and in doing so he decided that the rest of the Underground would be doomed to starvation or eating people.

He decided to trick Horror Papyrus into eating human meat even though Papyrus very clearly did not want to, and Horror doesn’t seem all too guilty about it—even as Papyrus goes out of his way to prevent Horror from eating humans at his own request.

I’ve even seen around by bigger Horror/Horrortale fans than me that Horror’s reasons for starving himself may not even be entirely selfless—such as for a moral reason or wanting others to have more food than him. But rather because he views it as beneath him and he won’t go “that low.” How canon that is, im not sure, but it’s interesting.

Then meanwhile there’s Killer. He sneers at Swap and threatens to kill him if he ever attempts to compare himself to Killer again, he holds the beliefs and mindsets of his human that were taught to him very closely and looks down on anyone who views things differently with contempt—especially if they attempt to “force” him to view things differently.

Things like mercy or kindness or hesitation are seen as weakness and things to take advantage of in his mind. Even himself is not free from this nihilistic, fatalistic, violence and apathetic driven worldview—-looking down on himself in Stage 1.

He will go out of his way to prove himself and his views right, even if that means doing exactly what Chara did and coercing/provoking someone into killing, attacking, hurting, etc, either themselves, others, or even him.

This is exactly what he was supposed to be, and it’s pointless to try and change or hope for anything more than what he or anyone else deserves. He probably finds Murder’s attempts to justify his genocides absolutely ridiculous. And Horror to be absolutely hypocritical. (Which is why Color’s specific way of approaching Stage 2, wanting to show him a better life—something new—rather than trying to change or fix him, worked so well.)

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This poor, poor Space Marine, or us?

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams(Have a treat, for your birf day.), @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Petite rose - Little Rose (French)

Rose douce - Sweet Rose (French)

"Automotivo Bibi Fogosa" by Bibi Babydoll X DJ Brunin XM. This song is… smutty✨

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Google Translation, Language.

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'It would be fun' she said

'It would be great' she said.

Yet, nothing about a horny, raving party was fun, at least not to you. You didn't find the satisfaction of being surrounded by sweating bodies, shoving shoulders and getting grinded on by other people which Stacy tried to encourage from across the party to involve in such acts. Giving you a thumbs up before turning back to her man that she was hoping to get down with.

Rolling your eyes at her, you sipped on your overly spiked drink, avoiding wobbly and tripping legs that have no idea who they were to grind on.

You huffed, narrowly avoiding another set of pushing bodies on my way out of this disastrous party. If you was going to grind on someone so mindlessly it probably would be your own drink in your hand. This drink deserves it for burning your own throat better than how this party was dancing.

"Wait!" You heard Stacy call your name while you reluctantly stopped to see what kind of thing she would tell you now. To tell me how "good" this party really was.

"Please, do not leave just yet." She heaved, leaning over to clutch her thighs. Preventing her dark blue, glittery dress from sliding up more than it should, and to breathe. "Give this party a chance, yes?"

Taking another sip from your drink. You didn't answer her out right, she'll have to convince you a little more for you to stay for the entire duration that she would be here. You didn't plan on getting that drunk to not drive back home where you craved to be at right now.

"How about," she started, straightening up as she took a little device out of her pockets of her dress. "I give you this toy."

"A toy?" You scoffed, astounded by this random toy she had in her dress of her pocket. Was that thing even clean?

"Yes, this toy." She confirmed, switching the thing on and flipping it in her hands. "It's new, never used it. Just had it just in case."

"Just in case? For what? Why are you just carrying that around?" You asked. You knew Stacy was a wild thing, but not this wild!

She shrugged, turning it back off and tossed the tiny device at you as you unwillingly caught it in your hand. "Maybe I needed something to kick things up a notch?"

"What am I supposed to do with this anyway?" You questioned, flipping the toy in your hand. It was way smaller in hand that it was by eye.

"It vibrates." Stacy simply said like it was the most normal thing to utter out in the public world.

So, she expects you to use this for yourself pleasure? What kind of deal was that to get you to stay here with all these horny teens and young adults? Offering you toy that you won't use?

Oh, how the universe loved to change fate at random times.

Unexpectedly, a space marine came out of nowhere. Scaring the soul right out of you as you jumped. Clearly not expecting a Space Marine to be out here in all of the places they could have gone to. The small toy flying through the air towards the purple armor of the Space Marine and bouncing off his chestplate.

You and Stacy could only watch with horror as the tiny toy slowly slide right between his armor plates near his hips. His form hunching over the next second.

Oh my god, did you accidently turn the stupid thing on too?

You look quickly towards Stacy for help, but suddenly now she doesn't want to help you. Putting her hands up in surrender and backed away slowly, fading into the bouncing crowds of people.

You yelped when you felt the gauntlet of the Space Marine pulled you to him. His grip nearly crushing your arm, tightening then lighting up again.

"Vous. (You.)" The Marine spoke in a language you didn't understand, but you sure as hell can hear that grace of growled French in there and that rose the hairs on your arm in a good way. "Vous, vous allez m'aider avec ça. (You, you will help me with this.)”

You don’t know what the f*ck he said and you were very tempted to book it out of here, leave him to wither, but you know that tone was either a threat or a promise, maybe both?

“Wait, wait, wait-” You rambled, trying to pull away from the withering Astartes while he managed to get back up on his two feet. His gauntlet still on your arm pulling you closer to him as he threw you over his pauldron, a squeak leaving you.

“Calme-toi, petite rose.(Calm down, little rose.)” The Astartes’ rumbles, briefly stopping on his way of kidnapping you. “Je ne mordrai pas... beaucoup.(I won’t bite… much.)”

“I don’t know what the f*ck you are saying. I just hope you are not kidnapping me.” You say out loud, sitting myself up on his shoulder as some people cheer out at your predicament.

“Merde? Oui.(F*ck? Yes.)” The purple Astartes responds, rounding a corner and towards an exit “Enlèvement? Peut-être. (Kidnapping? Maybe.)”

“Please, speak some form of English.” You groan, wiggling in his hold.

“Oh, mais tu aimes la petite rose. (Oh, but you like it little rose.)” The Astartes purrs. His helmet pressing up against your leg, squeezing your thigh a little tighter, getting another squeak. “Je peux le sentir.(I can smell it.)”

“Listen, I’ll make you a much better deal than what my friend Stacy offered me.” You huffed, tracing his insignia of the ‘Emperors children’ on his pauldron as you both made it outside of the building and into the cold night.

I mean, what else was you supposed to do? “Escape?”

A little ‘huh’ left you as he placed you down on the sidewalk. Not even considering that he would hear you out or even know your language for that matter, but so far so good.

“Qu'avez-vous à offrir? (What do you have to offer?)” He voices, gesturing with his gauntlet.

“I take that toy out of your armor and…” You trailed not thinking you would get this far with an Astartes.

“J'ai l'air de te mettre à la clame. (I get to claim you.)” He “suggests” tilting his head for more effect.

“Yes, that. Whatever that means.” You say, mumbling that last part and coming forward to inspect his armor more.

Yet, he picks you up bridal-style instead??? Did he want to do it in a more disclosed place, but he was just shaking seconds ago?

“Une rose si douce. (Such a sweet rose.)” The Astartes purrs, nuzzling the top of your head as you blinked.

What the hell did you get yourself into?

To answer that quickly, you got yourself into his f*cking nest. His nest! Quite literally!

At first, you were very reluctant with doing sexual acts with the Astartes. You didn’t even know him! You have met him by just dropping a toy in his armor, accidentally.

Now he thinks you’re his mate or something? It’s clearly he wants to do. Purring, cooing, and whispering in your ear with that French of his. His hands tracing and tugging at your clothing. A little impatient, but never pushed it.

Honestly, if it wasn’t for his French and pretty looks he wouldn’t be eating you out like you were his last meal or would have his c*ck so far up in your core, touching spots you didn’t know you had before, that you were seeing the next world over.

“Ambrosius.” He suddenly rumbles, not stopping his pace as his hands squish, and thumb your naked waist. The smoothness of him astonishing your lust clouded mind.

“W-What?” You managed to huff out between your moans. Confused at the sudden change of accent. Trying to stay on this world to hear him.

“Je veux que tu le pleures. (I want you to cry it.)” He croons, thrusting up in your core. Hitting that deep, sweet spot inside of you as you cried out. “Pleure mon nom. (Cry my name.)”

Was it something he wanted you to know?

“Pleure-le! (Cry it!)” He roars, abusing that spot over and over again.

“F*ck! Ambrosius!” You cry out, tears rolling down your cheeks. Your hands desperately wanting to grab at him, but settled on the nesting material underneath. The softness of it dragging you in as you brought some up to nuzzle it.

The Astartes purrs loudly, leaning over you and snapping his hips against yours at a much quicker pace. Huffs escaping his lips, painting your skin with heat as his teeth nibbled the side of your neck. His tongue catching your pleasure filled tears.

“A-Ambrosius!” You whine, turning to look up at the Marine above you, feeling that knot tightening quickly, almost unexpectedly.

“Juste un moment de plus, petite rose. (Just a moment longer, little rose.)” He huffs quickly, his forehead coming down to press out against yours. “Juste un peu plus longtemps.(Just a little longer.)”

Your back arches as your toes curl. Your hands shooting out to pull the Astartes down to your lips, muffling his groan with your tongue. His c*ck twitching inside of your gummy walls, staining them with his warm seed. No doubt leaking onto his nest.

“Oh, douce, douce rose. (Oh, sweet, sweet rose.)” He murmurs, moving his lips down your neck. Your eyes going heavy with exhaustion. “Comme tu es belle comme ça. (How beautiful you are like this.)”

“Dors, petite rose. Je m'en occuperai. (Sleep, little rose. I’ll take care of it.)” He whispers, rolling his hips. His soft kisses lulling you to sleep.

Waking back up was a mission. You couldn’t simply get up and go. You had to test your legs like a toddler learning how to walk. You were surprised you didn’t wake up the Astartes in all of your effort of regaining your nerves back into your legs.

Quietly putting your clothes back on. You made sure to check up on the nested Astartes every once in a while before finding something that remotely looks like some paper and wrote on it with a quill and ink that you have found on a old desk.

‘Hope that sealed the deal, sleep well Ambrosius.’ You simply wrote on the note and left his nest from what you vaguely remember of coming from. You had to find out if Stacy was alright before you got d*cked down by the Astartes.

When Ambrosius woke up himself, he expected his petite rose to still be in his nest, but all she left was a faint scent of her presence and a f*cking note.

Him being pissed was an understatement.

[valentine-cafe]

Hallo! I couldn’t think of what to get…hmm, could you surprise me?

{ gn! reader } - based on one of my OCs with their ex hehe （╹◡╹）♡

You were just on the phone with your lover when the doorbell rang. It was odd because it was the middle of the day and you weren't expecting anyone, and neither was your partner. You put the phone on speaker and set it down on a nearby side table as you answered the door.

To your surprise, you were greeted with the sight of your ex, someone who had previously ruined your life and destroyed the fabric of reality you once knew.

You quickly attempted to shut the door, but your ex prevented you from doing so. "Please, just talk to me once! I need you! Don't you understand? Just let me in - I promise I won't hurt you again!" your ex begged, forcing the door open.

You practically yell at them to leave, attempting to push them away, but they continue to come closer.

Your partner can only listen and then rush home when they hear you arguing and yelling with your ex... until they hear you scream and the call abruptly ends.

If only your ex didn’t see your partner leave the house…

- 🌸

˖⁺. ﹙ rockstar yandere ex bf x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . why won't you come back !? 🍒 :  rockstar ˖ yandere ˖ arsonist ˖ villain ˖ enigma character﹙ verse 1311 alessio. ﹚

 you have someone new, and it seems your ex cannot handle that 

“stop squirming.”

dark nails dig into the steering wheel. magenta eyes that you once loved terrifying you as they form a glare in the rear-view mirror. staring down your figure all bound and still in the backseat.

this wasn’t how it should have been. you were supposed to be strapped up safely in the passenger. chatting to him happily as he drove you back home. where you belong. with him.

with eyes wide and blown with fear. you can all but helplessly watch as the enigma eyes your lover panicked and scrambling into the house. searching for you everywhere. as though you were his. as though he had the right.

something rough and raspy is muttered below alessio’s breath. the small glow in his eyes tells you what horrors might occur. and so you cry out against the makeshift gag he had shoved down your mouth. tears pouring down your face.

you are well aware of the monster you previously called yours. of the power that flowed through each and every vein. the erratic ticks that littered his brain.

alessio doesn’t care to give to the time to witness what might happen. the sparks of magenta bouncing off of his fingertips and the buzz around the car tells you enough. he speeds off without a care, trying to drown out your cries and whimpers.

he hates it. loathes it. all it reminds him of is that night that you left. how you screamed and fought with him — told him that it was over. that you were tired.

“I’ll show you fuckin’ tired.”

his grunt only furthers your panic. everything else was a blur. before you knew it you were shoved into those suffocating walls of his apartment and straight to the sofa.

he had the liberty of untying you. pulling the back off. and when you - naturally - scraped and clawed and hit - he snatched at your wrists.

cold hands tight around your skin. yet nothing beats the frost within his eyes as he yanks you forward. holds you against him. in a way that tells you he might just stay here forever if he could. with you in his grasp. his grasp. his.

“are you still tired?” you respond to his hiss with a spit at his face. and what does the fucker do? grin at you. hold both hands effortlessly in just one of his while his free one snatches you by the jaw. tight - and gentle all the same.

“what? crying over that eyesore?”

“I love him!”

your sob only receives an eye roll. “amor you don’t know what love is. not after me.” it’s such a delusional statement. said with such confidence. as though all you were - all that you are - attaches to him. linked to him.

he’ll blame you for the forced kiss he had to place on your lips. you pushed him away the first time. his black lips on yours are warm. yet frightful. controlling and passionate and a combination of all sorts of frustrations, emotions — that leave you sick to your stomach.

claw at him more. whimper. cry. sob and scream. if it means he can shut you up with kisses - keep you here with him.

and the more that you cry about your lover? he’ll just shush you even more with kisses. with a rough -

“your lover? baby he’s right here.”

[fetchen]

i think uh gretchen and karen are gay and in love so here’s some of my headcanons about it :3

<3-before they got together, karen was incredibly clingy with gretchen and gretchen only (as i mentioned before, karen is just a very touchy person but gravitated toward gretchen)

<3-karen heard gretchen when she was singing “what’s wrong with me?” and went on a very long and heartfelt rant about how there’s nothing wrong with her

<3-that’s when gretch realised she had feelings for her best friend c:

<3-they literally share everything like if gretchen gets a coffee half of it will be drank by karen

<3-karen loses her things a lot so gretchen’s come to have extras always

<3-they make collaborative spotify playlists :3

<3-they’re always clinging to each other during sleepovers at regina’s and regina is a really big hater about it

<3-they had their first kiss after cady’s party

<3-gretchen was so upset about jason and karen was there for her the whole time

<3- “i dunno why you like him so much. you’re like…really nice and smart and pretty. but he’s so…not nice to you.” among other compliments

<3-gretchen could not believe that karen really felt that way about her

<3-she kinda just stared at karen for a few seconds

<3-they made out very passionately after that (gretchen kissed karen first even though she was terrified to)

<3-it took gretchen like a day after that to tell karen she actually liked her

<3-they were each other’s dates to the spring fling c: they weren’t official yet at that point

<3-when they started dating, karen asked gretchen, “does this make you or me the boyfriend?”

<3-gretchen calls karen “mama”, “(mi) amor”, or “kare-bear” if she’s feeling particularly corny and karen calls gretchen “gretch” always

<3-they have movie nights with regina, cady, aaron, janis, and damian and whenever someone picks a horror movie karen gets scared so easily that she just huddles up to gretchen the whole time

<3-gretchen absolutely loves karen’s big brown eyes like there might actually be nothing she loves more in the whole world

<3-karen loves biting gretchen like not in a sexual way she just thinks gretchen looks so edible she will bite her very softly all the time

<3-gretchen will absentmindedly do that thing with her thumb when she and karen are holding hands and it kinda drives karen crazy

<3-they do that cheesy couple thing where they rest their foreheads together like they’re about to kiss and everyone else hates it (affectionately)

<3-karen had feelings for gretchen for a while and made it painfully obvious but just never said anything

<3-gretchen is a lesbian (i’m kinda projecting with this one) jason was just her comphet fr

<3-karen is pan (this is semi canon/confirmed by avantika)

<3-gretchen has insomnia and often calls karen in the middle of the night just to hear her voice

<3-gretchen sometimes has panic attacks and karen is the only person who knows exactly how to calm her down

<3-gretchen picks at her cuticles and karen brings her colourful bandaids and holds her hands to prevent her from doing so

<3-gretchen gets quite jealous easily,, mostly due to being a very anxious and insecure person

okay . i’m done thank u for coming to my ted talk ^w^ (i have more please ask me about them if you want)

[damnflirtyape]

Forgive me because I'm going to ramble, I've been thinking about parallels and character arcs that echo or mirror one another. And I've been thinking about some of the similarities between Mae in Kingdom and Caesar in War (and I might be completely wrong this is just my own interpretation lol).

They're not exactly mirrors of one another, but they certainly hold similarities. We see both characters dealing with the aftermath of a violent loss, see them battle with the trauma and anger and grief of those losses. They both withdraw from others around them emotionally and we then see their grief and fury explode from them in outbursts.

They're both plunged into dire hostage situations which require patience and strategic negotiation. And neither of them are in the right kind of mental space to navigate them. For Caesar, he's never encountered someone like the Colonel; this man cannot be reasoned with, cannot be intimidated, is as brutal with humans as he is with apes. Even if he could be reasoned with, Caesar is completely consumed by his rage and need for vengeance, he cannot and will not back down. And when the Colonel pushes him, taunting him about the death of his own son, he understandably lashes out.

With Mae, in her eyes negotiation isn't an option. Mae's been instilled with the belief that her mission is an integral key to potentially saving the human race and that nothing can come between that. We know so little about her and her past, but if a human is knowledgeable about technology and a government that disappeared 300 years ago, one can only suppose this has been deliberately taught to them. Like Caesar, Mae won't back down, because she knows Proximus cannot have the weapons inside the Vault and because her life hangs in the balance. She's the only one left alive to retrieve the decryption key and deliver it (her usefulness to Proximus arguably ends once she reveals a way to enter the Vault). She's also angry and scared and lashes out when he pushes her, reminding her how she's at his mercy.

Then the parallels of killing in desperation. Caesar arguably doesn't mean to kill Winter, he's blinded by his rage and doesn't seem to even realize he's choking the gorilla... And then he realizes how limp the other ape is, feels him slump lifeless in his arms and we see his horror. He hasn't fully realized how far gone he is yet, though his friends certainly see it. This is a harrowing scene. Unlike with Koba, there is no hesitance and thoughts of Winter do not haunt him after.

And then Mae's killing of Trevathan... this is a deliberate act but a purely desperate one. This is the moment Mae realizes how far she has to go in order to complete her mission. She doesn't want to kill this man, kill another human, I think it's likely (given her shock after she shoots Lightning later) that Mae has never killed anyone and hadn't thought she would ever need to. She's terrified, from the moment she's desperately trying to negotiate with him to the moment she shakily gets to her hands and knees in the sand next to his corpse.

Oh and about the parallels.... Caesar causing an explosion to destroy the military base and that explosion causing a devastating avalanche to tear down the mountain and almost wipe out his own apes.

And Mae causing an explosion to destroy the Vault and prevent human weapons from ending up in Proximus' hands... that also almost wipes out Noa and his clan?

And finally, the seeking of forgiveness. I genuinely think Mae felt guilt for doing what she did to the clan. I can see that as the only reason she would seek out the Eagle Clan's village, a sense of guilt and concern for their welfare. She should be well on her way to complete her mission, but she follows them. Her learned fear of apes has her hiding a gun behind her back, she's expecting Noa's anger. She's not expecting him to still be open to the idea that perhaps one day humans and apes could live side by side. She won't apologize, she still sees her actions as unavoidable, the 'right' thing. But she feels guilt, and the fact he seems to not hate her is far more than she expects.

And Caesar, oh Caesar. He's done so much, far far more than any one person should. And he almost lost himself completely, there were moments Maurice barely recognized his old friend. Caesar almost killed them all through his anger and grief, and he saved them all again. He doesn't need to ask for forgiveness, but Maurice offers it still, reassures him and lets him finally rest.

[lildoodlenoodle]

One of the biggest problems and red flags about the whole spider society was having kids be workers for them.

Now I’m not saying the spider society shouldn’t have contacted the younger spiders or even work with them! But the spider society should function as more of a support group and emergency backup type situation for the younger spiders.

There was no reason for Margo, someone who is implied to be like Miles’s age, someone who can’t even drive, to be running an integral part of the society and how they are keeping the multiverse intact. She not only ran it, but if it malfunctioned it was clearly her job and responsibility to fix. When the machine ‘breaks’ and functions while, as far as she’s aware, no one’s in it she’s panicking, even though there would be no real consequences if she just let it run. There was no reason for Gwen, a 16 yr old, to be running around the multiverse alone going on high stakes solo missions(and that’s not even getting into the whole homeless thing). We don’t know yet what Peni’s role is but we have to assume it’s similar in nature and responsibility. That is insane.

Pav is the only one who seems to have a healthy relationship with the society, because he’s not really in it! He doesn’t know the indoctrination canon events yet, we don’t see him going off on solo missions, he gets backup when he needs it and that seems to be it.

For the kids that do know the canon events theory(Margo, Peni, Gwen) I cannot even imagine what must be going through their heads. Who else from their worlds has to die. For Peni, is her last living relative, Uncle Ben, the next person for her to lose? If Gwen returns to her world how long will it take for her dad to die? What other traumatic events have Miguel’s theory dictated will happen to them next? What horrors do they know will happen to them and their loved ones that they aren’t allowed to prevent? Is Gwen destined to die young because she’s the only Gwen we see Alive? And Gwen and Hobie, Pav’s friends, do they know that Gayatri and her dad are both destined to die? Like the mental gymnastics these kids have to go through and the mental torment that goes with it.

And then on top of it, to threaten said teenagers, who you have working for you, with being kicked out and being isolated from the people that are like and understand them is really fucked up. Especially if the threatening is because they are acting like teenagers and not soldiers. If Gwen is sent home, not only is her life put in danger but so is her father’s and they all know it. That is some culty level gaslighting and even grooming. Margo and Peni both are implied to not have good home lives either. The more you think about it the worse it gets honestly, because what goes along with this is we never see any of the adult spiders say anything about this.

Miguel and Jess both saw Gwen’s father, a grown man, try to arrest his daughter with a gun pointed at her. They save her, Jess takes her under wing(and whether they meant to or not) effectively become her guardians. They monitor her with what could essentially be a baby monitor/tracking device. They can control where she can and cannot go. And while understandable to not give a teen access to the entire multiverse they were very much giving her the adult responsibilities of protecting it.

When she does screw up, because she is a child who wants to see her friend, Jessica very flippantly references Miguel sending her home, making me think this is not the first time they’ve had that conversation, which is so worrying. And then they eventually do. They knew exactly what situation they were sending her into and not only did the entire society watch Miguel do it with little protest but didn’t even mention it afterwards. Even if Gwen was a threat they had other options, rather than sending her home, where she could still be safe.

There’s also a lot to say about how Jessica, Peter B., and Miguel handled Miles that speaks more to this pattern of behavior but that’s another post.

In the comics the ‘Spider Society’ got away with this sort of stuff, even having an actual infant just chilling with the group, because the spiders were being hunted. They couldn’t go home or leave the safe space dimension because it wasn’t safe. In the movie that is very much not the case. WHY WERE TEENAGERS WORKING FOR THE SOCIETY!?

[xxchumanixx]

Please don't leave me alone

Kakashi Hatake x reader

Warnings: character death, angst, hurt, fluff in the end

As I lay dying, taking my last breath, I inhale the fading scent of your love one last time.

Authors note: It's been a while. Now I'm back yeeaah. Let me tell you, it was so hard uploading this, because tumblr just wouldn't let me do it. Idk what happened, but now it's here!

Word count: 1.500

A gasp left your mouth, the blade causing a cold, sick feeling to surge through your body. Your hand clasped at your stomach, blood painting it red.

It was impulsive and selfish, yet you couldn't help it. You made a decision in the fraction of a second, your good education paying off.

Kakashi’s eyes widened, as the world suddenly seemed to stand still.

“Y/N!” your name left his mouth, as his hands caught you, preventing you from falling to your knees. “What have you done?”

A bitter smile curled your already pale lips, as your eyes met his. “Well...” you mumbled, coughing as the blood slowly found its way into your lungs. “I couldn’t let him get you.”

He sank to his knees, bringing you down with him. His arms encircled you, holding you tight. “No, no, no...” you heard him say, his sharingan turning in circles.

It was true – you couldn’t let the enemy get him. Sure, there was a high chance he would have been able to still dodge the attack, but you couldn’t risk it.

You loved him too much, so you willingly sacrificed yourself for him.

You felt the blood oozing out of the wound, making you weaker the more time passed.

Someone caught the enemy, holding him down with a few others. You coughed again, relieved that it was finally over.

The horror in Kakashi’s eyes made a whole another cold feeling pass your body, though.

“Kakashi-” you mumbled, but he cut you off. “Sakura!” he screamed for the healer, his student. You saw a glob of pink hair shift, before hearing her. “Wait a second!” she told him, already healing someone else.

“Kakashi.” you started again, his eyes switching back to yours. “I must tell you something, before I go.” His eyes widened a fraction more, before he frantically shook his head, his silver hair flying with his every movement.

“No!” he said, his grip intensifying on you. “You are not going to die, you hear me? You’re not going to die, Y/N!”

Your lips curled at his words. There was a very high chance that you would die, but he refused to believe it. You shook your head, silently asking him to shut up and listen to you.

“No, Kakashi. Please, let me tell you.” you pleaded, coughing up some blood. If you didn’t tell him now, you never would. Who knew if you would even get another chance to do so?

His eye twitched, the red of his iris seeming to intensify. Your hand touched his cheek, and you felt just how cold you had already become.

You could see the tears in his eyes, causing your own to spill.

“Sakura!” he called out again, as he started to lose his cool. “One moment!” she called back, and you swore you heard him grit his teeth, as his head turned back to you, your hand still on his cheek.

“I wish to tell you, before I go.” you told him, nodding slightly. Swallowing as best as you could, you gathered all your courage. The world seemed to get darker by the second and your stomach turned. “I l-love you, Ka-Kakashi.” you confessed, smiling at him as best as you could, though it must have been just a mere grimace.

He gasped, as his body shook like he had been slapped in the face. That certainly wasn’t the reaction you had hoped for - but knew would happen.

His fist met the ground beside him, as he turned towards Sakura again – only to find her running towards you already. “I’m here!” she called out of breath, falling to her knees beside you.

Your fingers felt numb, sliding from his face and falling to your side. One of his hands found yours, gripping it like he thought it would prevent you from slipping through his grasp.

“It hurts.” you managed to get out, a sob leaving your lips. A tear spilled from Kakashi’s eye – something you had never seen before. “It's going to be okay, Y/N, I promise.” he told you, as Sakura began to work.

But it seemed to be too late, as you felt yourself drifting away.

“Goodbye, Kakashi.” you mumbled, as your eyes closed. You inhaled his scent one last time, hoping to be able to take it with you.

“No!” he exclaimed, panic making his voice shake. “Please, don’t leave me Y/N, please don’t leave me alone.”

But his words were swallowed by the thick fog of darkness engulfing you.

~~~~

Your eyes opened, getting blinded instantly, causing them to snap close again.

This wasn’t what you had expected, you felt too... alive.

Your eyebrows furrowed, thinking about what had happened. You died – at least that’s what you thought happened. But the soft sheets covering your body felt too soft, yet too heavy.

Not at all what you imagined the afterlife to feel like.

You tried to open your eyes again, slowly letting them get used to the light. Once they did, you inspected your surroundings. You were in a hospital, that much was sure.

Your eyes widened as you realised Kakashi was sitting beside your bed, his head held up by his hands. If he was asleep you couldn’t tell. But it made your heart rate pick up, indicating that you were indeed alive.

You swallowed, trying to get rid of the dryness in your mouth. You felt awful, remembering what caused you to end up here.

You had sacrificed yourself for Kakashi, someone you knew would never feel the same about you, yet you couldn't help it. It didn’t matter to you if he loved you, as long as he was by your side.

You sighed, moving your numb fingers to gain back your feelings.

Kakashi’s head shot up at the sudden sound, causing you to flinch at his speed. His eye widened, his sharingan long covered by his headband.

“Y/N.” his lips parted, letting your name slip past them hesitantly, before he scooted closer, coming to live. “You’re awake.” You could tell he was smiling, relieve filling his every being.

“I guess so.” you managed to get back, not sure how to feel. You confessed to him, believing that you were bound to die. Now, you were alive, feeling the heavy weight of your words lingering on your shoulders.

He gripped your hand, as his smile seemed to fade. “You shouldn’t have risked your live so carelessly, Y/N.” he scolded you and you flinched again. His voice suddenly seemed way too cold for him holding your hand so tightly, yet so delicately.

“We thought you wouldn’t make it. Sakura gave everything she had so you would make it to the hospital. Your actions were reckless and – and you scared me, Y/N. I thought I was going to lose you.” His voice got quieter at the end, a sigh leaving his lips.

“How long?” you wanted to know, biting your lip as anger and hurt bubbled up. “One week.” he gave back, not looking at you but at the covers.

You cleared your throat, ready to defend yourself. “I did what I had to do.” You spoke, swallowing. “The risk was too great. I couldn’t lose you-” “And I can’t lose you!” he angrily gave back, cutting you off.

His body quirked forward in his seat, as he lost his temper way too fast. This wasn’t like him at all. He had a temper like no other, something you used to admire all the time.

The silence that followed was heavy and uncomfortable.

He seemed to collect himself, his head hanging low.

“I’m sorry, Kakashi.” you mumbled, not wanting him to get frustrated again. “But it was the better option, and I would do it again, just to save your life. You are bound to become hokage someday, the best one Konoha will ever have. If you would have died – again - I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself for not saving you.”

Your heart squeezed at the painful memory, only learning of his death after he had been revived already. But it hurt, nonetheless.

His hand twitched, squeezing yours. It was a memory he didn’t like thinking of and seeing you that day, barely holding back from breaking his bones in a hug with tears in your eyes, made his heart break.

He hated himself for having failed that day.

“You remind me of Haku.” he quietly began, swallowing. “He died for his Mentor, Zabuza Momochi. He would have done everything for him, no matter the consequences. He loved him in his own ways, until the day they died together.”

You knew of them, heard the story of their fight. Yet it broke your heart.

“I want to die like this, too.” Kakashi confessed, finally looking back up. “It’s an honourable way to go, a peaceful one.”

You swallowed, not able to hold his gaze any longer, looking down at your entwined hands.

“But I’m not willing to let you go already, Y/N.”

You looked back up at his words, hearing how hard it was for him to get them out, his eye glossy. He chuckled to himself, a sign that he didn’t understand his own actions.

“When I held you in my arms, your life slowly slipping through my fingers, all I could think about was if I would see you again. And when you-” he cut himself off, sighing. “When you told me, that you loved me, something inside me broke, because I can’t, and I won’t imagine a world without you in it. Your snarky remarks, the way you never do what I tell you to do, and your laugh...” he quieted down, the smile that made his eye shine, fading.

Your heart melted at his words, not having expected them from him.

“You read too much icha-icha books.” you tried to lighten the mood, smiling to yourself. He would never admit it out loud, but you knew about his secret obsession with these books.

His head shot up at the mention of them, cheeks reddening. Chuckling quietly, you stroked his cheek. “I’m alive, aren’t I?” you said, hoping to lift his spirits a little.

“But at what price?” he gave back, shaking his head, eye narrowed at you. “You almost died just because of me. Tell me, how much is this worth?” “Everything.” you shot back without hesitation. “It’s worth everything because you are everything to me, Kakashi. I’d rather die than see a day without you. So, the choice was simple.”

He sighed, looking away after a few seconds. “I don’t understand it.” he quietly said, shaking his head at you. “I don't understand why you... love me.” The words seemed unfamiliar on his tongue; it didn’t feel right to him.

“That’s quite simple, too, actually.” you explained, gripping his hand a little tighter. “You are special. You seem so reserved, yet I know how you are when we’re alone. You are strong, and you always give your everything, supporting your students like no other Sensei. You are who you are – and I love you for who you are.”

It was quiet for a while, as he gathered his thoughts. “I don’t deserve you.” he finally spoke up, not looking up, though. “Bullshit.” you denied, shaking your head even though he didn’t see it. “You deserve everything good, Kakashi.”

He swallowed, biting his cheek. You still didn’t know what he felt, but your hope flamed up.

“Do you really think so?” he wanted to know, seeming unsure of himself. His eye found yours, hope shining in it.

You smiled at him, his shyness making him even cuter. “Of course, I do.” you confirmed.

He scooted a little closer, looking down at you. “I love you, too.” he then confessed, trying the words on his tongue. “But I don’t know how this works.”

You laughed. He was such a dork.

His brows knitted and you smiled at him. “You are cute when you’re shy.” He huffed, and you ruffled his hair. He seemed to be exhausted from the past few days.

It got quiet again, the only sound being the clock on the wall.

“I never thought this would happen someday.” he spoke after a while.

Your eyebrows knitted together, not sure what he meant.

“After everything that I have done in my life, I never deemed myself worthy of love.” he started to explain, his fingers dancing over yours. “I still think so. But, after all, I think I deserve at least a little happiness. No matter how long it lasts.”

You smiled at him, relieved that he was willing to accept your love for him. Because even if he didn't believe it, he deserved the world.

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Taken: Dad!Quaritch

Avatar Masterlist 

word count: 2.2k

Request:  how Quaritch react if reader was taken by the RDA again?

A/N: Can be read seperately or as a continuation of my other Dad!quaritch fics, also drew inspiration from this TikTok

Taglist: @uselessbutinteresting​

You sat inside of the cell shaking as the tears streamed down your face, after the latest torture session that the RDA was determined to do in order to find out where your dad and Jake were, but you refused to give up anything on them. You sat there praying that your dad, Neteyam, or anyone knew that you were missing and was trying to find you but you also wondered if they knew and didn't care because you've been here almost a month still nothing.

"It's been almost a month general, surely if she was any interest to him or any of them, they would have attacked or tried to get her back by now." Lyle said to General Frances.

"That's an interesting thought but let's not give up hope yet, from what I saw during the time she was his prisoner, she's his weak spot." She said sipping her coffee as she watched you in your cell.

Meanwhile, Quaritch had been restless and angry since you had been kidnapped feeling like it was his fault and poor Neteyam blamed himself for not being there to prevent you from getting kidnapped you but none of them thought the RDA was still around. The first few hours they thought you had gotten lost, but then when someone came forward with your necklace and said they saw you with someone like Lyle being lifted into a plane, it was like their worst fear came alive. So for the past month, they had been coming up with a plan on how to get you back without anyone getting hurt.

"We found the base." Lo'ak said as him and Neteyam came back from scouting.

"Did you see her?" Neytiri asked Neteyam noticing how quiet he was.

"Yeah she didn't look good....they had tied her up to some machine...she looked so weak." He said struggling to keep it together.

"The memory machine, they hooked me up to that when I was taken. It makes you really weak every time they use it on you." Spider said as everyone looked at him.

"Memory machine? What does it do?" Jake asked him.

"Basically pulls up every memory you have and play it on a screen like a movie, probably trying to find you or dad. Did you see what was on the screen by chance?" He asked them.

"Her's looked blank for some reason." Neteyam said.

"She's blocking them from getting inside her head. Grandmother had been teaching her that but we didn't think she could do it." Kiri said as everyone smiled at how strong you were.

The RDA only gave you enough food and water to keep you from dying every time they used the machine on you. You were slowly giving up hope that someone was coming to save you until you heard the alarms go off making you perk up with curiosity until you saw your dad making you smile as he did come to save you after all.  The second the door was open, you ran into his arms grateful for him at this moment.

"It's okay, I'm here now. I'm sorry it took so long, we were trying to figure out the best plan to rescue you without anyone getting hurt." He said squeezing you as you looked at him.

"We?" You asked confused.

"Yeah, the Sullys are here helping with your boyfriend and brother in the sky as scouts. So let's get out of here."He said making you smile at the thought that your second family came to help rescue you.

Normally hating when your dad carried you, you figured it would be easier if he did so you didn't have to try and keep with his giant self.  Everyone had made it out of the lab and everyone was hugging you grateful that you were alive and whatnot, Neteyam hadn't left your side since you gotten out and you two were headed to his Ikran so you could help home when a shot rang out making everyone freeze. Neteyam looked at you in horror as you stumbled forward into his arms as Jake and Quaritch ran over to you.

"Dad! We have to help her!" Neteyam said panicking as he held you in his arms.

"The lab! They might have an avatar for her, but we have to get her there fast." Jake said as he tried to stop bleeding enough to get you there and to do the transfer.

"Give her to me!" Your dad said taking you in his arms as he climbed onto his Ikran and headed to the lab as everyone followed.

"Daddy?" You asked him making the tears fall down his face.

"It's going to be okay baby, I promise." He said placing a kiss on your forehead.

A few minutes later they landed at the lab, and Quaritch jumped off and ran inside with you in his arms to find Norm in hopes that he could do the transfer as Neteyam and everyone followed behind worriedly.

"Please tell me you can do it! I can't afford to lose her, I just got her back." Quaritch said as the tears fell down her face.

"I can try but there's no guarantee, say your final words to her human form and comfort her as I get it set up." He said as he began setting everything up.

"It's going to be okay sweetheart, I promise. When you wake up you are gonna feel brand new. I love you and I'm sorry for not being here for so long." He said brushing a hand through your hair.

"It's alright, you may annoy me 90% of the time, but I still love you. If something goes wrong, promise me you won't go back to your old ways and you'll take care of Spider?" You asked him.

"I will baby, I promise. Now Neteyam wants to talk to you real quick." He said as he and Neteyam switched sides.

"Ney is that you?" You asked as you felt yourself get sleepier.

"Yeah it's me, baby, I'm sorry. This is all my fault." He said as the tears slide down his face.

"Ney it's not your fault....it's never your fault....you've made me so happy the past 19 years, you know?" You said making him smile.

"I know because I feel the same way....I love you baby. I promise to be here when you wake up." He said pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you too Ney, if something goes wrong...Take care of Lo'ak and Spider, they may be knuckleheads but they mean well, that goes for you too Jake." You said making Jake laugh as Norm came over to let you know that it was time.

The last thing you remember was seeing norm put a mask over your face before everything went black. Your dad stayed by your side the whole time, while they waited for you to wake or reject the process, and Neteyam stayed as long as he could talking to you every day. Everyone would come in each day and talk to you in hopes you wake up, and without you there it put a damper on everyone's mood.

You slowly started waking up and allowing your eyes to get adjusted to the bright lights of the lab, you looked over and saw your dad sound asleep next to you with his hand laced with yours, so you squeezed his hand but nothing. You slowly sat up there not to disturb him, and that's when you noticed you were blue. Did this mean you weren't human anymore?

"Hey kid, how are you feeling?" Norm asked walking over to you.

"Good but a little confused. Did I?" You asked him.

"Yeah while getting rescued, you were shot through the chest by Lyle who in turned killed, and your only way of surviving was to do the transfer, so now you are no longer human but Na'vi like your dad and Jake." He said as you smiled.

"Really?" You asked shocked as Norm showed you your reflection in a mirror and a smile spread across your face.

"Thank you, Norm." You said hugging him as you heard movement from where your dad sat as he looked at you a few times before a smile spread on his face.

"Hi, dad." You said as he made over to you, so he could hug you.

"Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?" He asked you.

"I feel great, but you look like shit no offense." You said making him laugh as the lab door opened.

"Glad to see you are still the same y/n." He said as he ruffled your hair

"Y/N! Your awake!" Tuk said running over to you and asking you to pick her up as Lo'ak and Spider made their way into the lab.

"Y/n finally! You don't know how boring it's been with you." Lo'ak said hugging you.

"Glad your back twin, although we really don't look like twins anymore." Spider said to you as you two did your handshake.

"Maybe one day again, we will." You said to him as you looked for Neteyam.

"Older brother duties, though dad may let him go, once I tell him the news." Lo'ak said before pressing his necklace.

"Hey dad, can you tell lover boy that his mate is awake and asking for him?" Lo'ak said as you heard Jake scold him for messing with him.

"It's true Jake, I'm awake." You said as you heard radio silence on the other end.

"Uh-oh, I think you killed dad." Lo'ak said as you guys laughed knowing it was true as Jake saw you as one of his kids.

A few minutes later, you saw Jake and Neytiri walk through the door and make their way over to you as Neytiri wrapped you up in a hug as Jake joined as well. They both considered you their child and when you got hurt they had been worried sick especially Jake that the transfer wouldn't go through. While you were hugging them, you saw Neteyam enter the lab.

"Alright everyone, let's give them some space." Jake said as the kids started filling out.

"You two Quaritch." Neytiri said as he reluctantly got up and left you making you laugh at his antics.

"So what do you think? I think blue is my color. " You said to him as he laced your hands with his.

"It is. I'm so glad you are alive, you don't know how many days I have come here and sat with you praying that you wake, talking to you. I missed you so much, baby." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

"I missed you two. I know I heard you a few times, it was very frustrating not being able to talk to you back." You said to him making him laugh.

"Now you can talk to me all you want, and now we can do even more stuff together. but most of all I'm glad your here." He said wrapping his arms around you as you rest your head on his chest.

"I'm glad I'm here too." You said with a smile on your face.

[theneighborhoodwatch]

What are your thoughts on the potential Julie and Frank 'relationship'?

(serious answer under the cut. also, again, disclaimer that this is all speculation and i'm not saying that any of this is 100% For Sure going to happen, i am just speaking within the context of this one particular theory.)

(edit: nvm i might actually be right. yeehaw [said unimaginably haggardly])

i've talked about that before on this blog, in this post specifically (with extra links for context so maybe check it out) and it's still something that i think about A Lot. in that post, i describe it as a source of Mutual horror, i.e. "you were created to both bring out the best in someone and to keep each other shackled to someone else’s incomprehensible idea of normalcy." and when i say incomprehensible, i really do mean incomprehensible; going by a few posts clown's made in the past, the idea of gender being tied to presentation and vice versa seems to be a foreign one to the playfellow puppets - and yet, this does not seem to prevent them from the consequences of being Perceived a certain way. it's also probably worth mentioning that if the 2022 pride art is to be believed, then neither frank or julie are cis, either (for whatever the playfellows puppets' definition/equivalent of "cis" is, anyway.)

i would be lying if i said i haven't thought about Several ways this could all play out; how it could affect both of them as individuals, their other relationships, their pre-existing friendship. i won't go over all of those here bc this post would be way too fucking long otherwise, but i will say that i think that they would have been friends regardless of whether or not the show decided they were (and regardless of whether or not the show wanted friends or "friends."*) i don't think either of them start out Aware that they're "supposed" to be together. i think they are likely made aware of it later on - of how they are seen. in this way, it's a good example of what i meant when i previously described welcome home feeling like a setup for some cosmic horror-as-coming of age shit (or coming of age as cosmic horror??) for example, in this particular context, i saw A Lot of these two scenarios when it came to growing up queer and/or closeted, especially in an unsafe environment: 1. "i'm told that because i spend so much time with this person, and they are (X) and i am (Y), that i am in love with them. i don't think this is true, but i have no idea how to refute this, so i'm just gonna Go Along With It until i am emotionally, mentally, and/or physically no longer able to do so bc i'm scared of what'll happen to me and/or the people i care about if i don't - OH FUCK THAT HAPPENED A LOT SOONER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK"

2. "i'm told that because i spend so much time with this person, and they are (X) and i am (Y), that i am in love with them. i think that's the dumbest fucking thing i've ever heard and it does not apply to me at all" [is punished for this] "Ah." it's just that here, the scale would be magnified to the point of cosmic horror, in order to drive home the turmoil these situations bring, both internal and external. do i think frank and julie would be the only examples of this, or that it is mutually exclusive from any of WH's other potential themes? absolutely not. but if all we have to go off of are crumbs, then We Will Work With Crumbs. * side note, i was gonna talk about how it was interesting that despite knowing next to nothing about frank/eddie in canon except for the fact that It Happens, all of the frank/eddie art we have so far is a lot more unambiguously romantic than any supposed in-universe ship teasing between frank and julie, buuut then i realized that was probably bc we're still in the prologue and all the frank/eddie stuff we have is like, side sketches and concept art. of course it's gonna be more indulgent.

tl;dr: I Care Them and i hope you can tell

[red-armageddon]

I bumped into the idea of the "cakeverse" today. (massive cannibalism CW)

It's basically just omegaverse, but for cannibalism. (cakes = really tasty to forks, forks = obsessed with eating cakes, for context) and i'm extremely not ~Into That,~ but i cannot stop thinking about this world they've constructed. i need to put it on a slide and look at it under a microscope. think about all the potential plotlines you could do! that HORROR of knowing you taste Really Fucking Good to some people, who will be obsessed with eating you if they ever realize you do. or the angst of "oh god, oh god, i just realized my friend tastes really fucking good, oh god, i'm going to kill them, what do i do?!"

OH MY GOD.

ARE THE TASTY ONES CALLED CAKES BECAUSE "YOU CAN'T HAVE YOUR CAKE AND EAT IT TOO?"

that's fucking horrible if so. i'm guessing not though because i think this started in another language so i assume the terms got translated.

anyways i have so many fucking questions. is it a well-known fact that these roles exist, or does a cake get a wild revelation that they've basically been designated as serial killer food when someone tells them about the cannibalistic secret world of cakes and forks? is it an even 1/3rd chance you're one of each, or are these people exceedingly rare? is it genetic, or correlated to anything else? do forks know they're forks before they exhibit symptoms? does the fork stuff only happen after they taste a cake? do forks just have a magical cake-dar, or do they have to actually taste people to know? how fast does the obsession set in, and how hard is it to fight? does the government try to prevent any of this? is there a way to tell a fork from anyone else other than their behavior? for that matter, how long have these roles existed? do all animals have this dynamic going on? how has it shaped society? what even drives all of this? these wildly change the stories you can tell.

i'm half tempted to look up fics just because i'm fucking enamored with this wild world they've cooked up and need to know more about it. i want to write in this universe, but with 0% horny to it, because it's just a cool idea-space with opportunities for drama. why has this gripped me like this? what's wrong with me? i get why people who're ~Into~ this sort of thing are into it, even if I don't feel the same way, but what the fuck is wrong with me that i'm not and yet have thought about it about once an hour without anything prompting me to do so beyond originally discovering it? why do I have MULTIPLE PLOT BUNNIES about it now? I don't have a kink for this.

Right???

[katyspersonal]

What are your opinions on our Lord and Savior Gywn?

He didn't save SHIT!! He took the perfectly (?) functioning humanity and ruined it! Look at it, it got Hollowing!!

Okay, I am making the 'Marika is a MILF Gwyn' jokes here and there, but 1) Marika is a bit more of a straight up cold and mean person, all things considered 2) Yet she still has enough nuance, and a lot of her actions might be written on reasonable fears and 3) Gwyn is even MORE nuanced than Marika, from what I have concluded so far! Laurence is a similar kind of sinner too. Comparison of the characters that share a trope is helpful for my thought process, so bear with me a little! With Marika I see a more direct disdain and fear before the very nature of life, cyclic and treacherous, uncontrollable, being meant to perish one day but with new life sprouting from it, and thus doing lovely things like shunning Crucible-related lifeforms. With Laurence, we have enough evidence so far that beasthood was not created by Healing Church but something already lingering in the human code after Pthumerians and Loran, so ambition to seize and control it it was risky but understandable!

But with Gwyn, we are confirmed that human nature itself is dark, undesirable an terrifying, as well as how he sorta had the chance to see it 'in action' during uniting with humans to take war on dragons. And also in Dark Souls the cyclic nature of Ages is just a fact, and it would make sense that should Age of Dark come, he and his family would be the first to go as beings of Light. It is a combination of things: his kind being in true danger and not just "risking to lose power", the treacherourness of how political allyship simply works (your today's ally country against the common enemy could tomorrow ally with someone else to start the war on YOU) and simply the not-so-metaphorical horrors of the Dark itself! is not a speculation, the dangers are RIGHT here!

Gwyn messed the natural order of humanity in a way that I personally dislike and express it on multiple occasions: trying to get rid of what's barbaric and dangerous yet natural and not accepting that there is no light without shadow, or life without death. But I also feel sympathetic because he had a legit reason to fear the darkness within men. In is not as much philosophical but a literal concept in Dark Souls lore. He acted out of fear, backed up with a precedent, and it brought the ruin to himself and everyone else. Writing this I'd say he sorta falls for the type of a person I can only like in fiction but resent in reality. I guess I don't need to explain what kind of people this is, paranoid "but for a valid reason", being "preventive" with their drastic measures.. Good intentions path to hell self-fulfilling prophesy blablabla. His specieism doesn't help his case in the slighest. Ironically, all extremely human behavior of him!

(LOL thank you based Goldmask as usual xddd) At the same time, he is not entirely corrupt with the power he seized and used to strip humanity of what was natural for them; he, in the end, committed to what he believed was better for everyone and sacrificed HIMSELF too. I can respect the cunning and machiavellian person who, in the end, is above the vanity of a 'savior' and can give themselves too, not only others. He also did share his power with some humans, showing that he can take kinda benevolent choices even with those he fears. Yeah, part of calculated risk could be there; dude gave the city and his daughter to the Pygmy to, again, preemptively avoid some animosity. But in the case with the four kings, did he HAVE to? Or Seath for that matter, who is a dragon, another species he doesn't like?

I find it hard to detect 'truly' corrupt people in Soulsborne setting in general, and yeah we can fiddle with 'nuanced character' and 'everyone is morally grey' forever and never discover THE big bad we'd love to hate. But, out of those big bads, I think he deserves the benefit of being seen as a way more nuanced character than the corrupt leader the most! It is the case where he should not have done anything, but also should not have NOT done anything.. Soulsborne is eager with placing characters in a position and knowledge where every choice is wrong and they just pick a poison for themselves (and everyone else xd). Jokes about "haha people in power moment" are still mostly jokes for me. He is sympathetic in a way not like I think I'd have done the same (let's be real, I revel in darkness gfjjghk) but in a way where I understand too much to feel negative 🤔