#anyways. even doing it the 'right' way is inconvenient because it's hard to control how much you get on your fork

[headslikekites]

you know what. I think I hate spaghetti

[roach-works]

ok im waffling on about fallout instead of having breakfast but i saw a criticism of how the prisoners were treated that's stuck with me.

spoilers!

so i think the criticism wasn't incorrect, per se: it condemned the way the show portrayed the vault dweller's naive intention to rehabilitate their murderous captives. it found fault with a common, and horrible, message that tv shows like to say, which is that carcerial violence and even the death penalty is the only effective way to deal with criminals, who are a fundamentally Bad category of human. im sick of that message too! but i think that wasn't what was going on here, actually.

so like, the vault dwellers had only ever experienced violent loss the once, and didn't really know how to cope other than denial and repression of the ordeal. but they were all hopeful and enthusiastic that their prisoners, the invaders that came to kill them all and take their stuff, could be eventually welcomed into the community as their comrades. the champions of this cause were nebbishy dorks and painfully out of touch academics. this is pretty normal for how prison reformers are portrayed, if extremely fucking annoying for those of us who ARE in favor of prison reform.

but so of course when the son of the former overseer, Norm, speaks up and suggests killing the prisoners, because why should they share resources with invaders who explicitly wanted to keep hurting them? why should they show mercy to their attackers? everyone is appalled by this suggestion. because they had to reinvent the whole concept of vengeance right then and there, because grudges and cycles of violence are anathema to a bottle society like theirs. they have been raised all their lives to forgive and forget and now, put to the test, they're recommitting to this ethos: get along, let the past go, look towards the future, believe the best of everyone.

but the prisoners die, anyway. the prisoners are killed with rat poison. and the thing is that Norm who suggested it didn't do it himself. and the prison guard who's blamed for it, even though she privately agreed with Norm that the prisoners are dangerous and unforgiveable, she didn't do it either. it's not a moment of triumphant, cathartic vengeance and it doesn't prove that there's no way to negotiate with terrorists and invaders but kill them like vermin because that's not what the message is meant to be.

the message is that norm stands there in the middle of these inconvenient prisoners, these corpses dressed in his own people's uniforms, and he looks at the new overseer. and he knows that she killed them, and she knows that he knows. she wanted him to know. this is her message and he's reading her loud and clear. and he doesn't look like a guy who's just been backed up by authority, who's just been validated in his desire for the ultimate control over those who have wronged him.

he's scared and pale and the music is ominous as fuck. and he's inside the cell, he's directly in the middle of it.

because what just happened is that he realized his entire society is being held prisoner, and the overseer is the one with the rat poison. and that he doesn't know, anymore, what freedom and safety and justice actually mean, just that he doesn't have them and he doesn't know where to find them.

that's what that scene meant. not that rehabilitative justice is a pathetic delusion of people who have no idea how to make hard choices.

but that before you advocate for killing prisoners, you might want to see how big that prison is, first.

and which side of the bars you're standing on.

[sanjisboyfie]

๑ keep safe : crimson red icicles (9)

one piece x male reader

chances in my veins,

i'm running out of time 

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tw: slight gore (?), self-inflicted wounds

as they were running up the mountain, sanji and luffy were taking part in a very childish conversation. [name] wished he had the energy to be apart of it, but with the way he felt as if his insides were turning into solid ice, he refrained.

he was really, really, really bad in extreme cold climates, same went for hot climates too.

his body wasn’t made to deal with that type of stuff. and it was annoying that he was made like that because now his face felt as if it were completely frozen. his feet, even though they were angrily running across the snowy biome, felt heavier than ever before — the feeling in them was completely gone too.

then finally they came across what dalton warned them about: a lapin.

sparing time for a fight against such a small creature was out of the question. they had no time to waste and they all collectively ignored and dodged it whenever it tried deterring or attacking them.

thankfully, sanji took care of it as quickly as possible. but a part of [name] did feel bad to hear the poor thing cry out in pain from the kick.

[name] grit his teeth as his eyes narrowed at the terrain ahead. it seemed that attacking a lapin was inevitable as now, the three of them stood in front of what seemed to be a whole army of rabbits.

he could make out their figures if he squinted hard enough, his jaw really set in place as he sensed just how many were really out.

“huh? what are those?” luffy said, eyes wide as he saw the sheer size of the rabbits.

“they’re even bigger than polar bears, it looks like,” [name] added on, grunting as he adjusted the grip he had on nami to make sure she was completely secure, getting into a stance that showed he was ready for a fight.

“so this is the size of a pack of them?!” sanji said in annoyance, clicking his tongue at the inconvenience.

“luffy, sanji, do you know what this means?” [name] checked, looking at the two out of the corner of his eyes, “i’m counting on you guys, okay,”

“what? what do you mean by that?”

“idiot, he obviously means that we do all the fighting, nami-san can’t get anymore injured than she is right now! if [name] does anything to fight them back or if he takes any hits, nami-san will feel everything! so you and i have to take on all the fights, understand?!”

luffy took a second to process it before nodding his head, “alright, [name] leave it to us!”

“i will, now let’s get running,” [name] said, dodging one of the bunnies that tried attacking him, and running off to the side.

he didn’t look back once, knowing that he only had to worry about what was ahead of him and that luffy and sanji were trustworthy enough to take care of whatever was behind him.

he ran and dodged a couple of bunnies that were ahead, jumping on a couple of them for a height leverage and made sure that nami was secure anytime that he could.

unfortunately, it seemed that the battle would only grew to be more aggressive the higher they went and [name] was really feeling it to his core now. his breathing was coming out completely white, his face was becoming even more red at its high points and his legs felt like lead.

but for nami’s life, he knew that he had to push forward.

when they ran through many lapins that were standing in their way, [name] thought they’d have a break from being chased down, but his assumptions were wrong. when he thought they were in the clear, there was a shroud of lapins that were awaiting them. they looked like an intimidating white shadow over the horizon.

“i’m about to take care of them myself,” [name] said, trying to control his chattering teeth.

“no! no way!” sanji rebuked.

“i’m a long distance fighter anyway, it’s alright if i take care of some!” [name] said, his patience wearing incredibly thin, “there’s no way we can fight all of them individually, the more we run the more off course we get…if this keeps up, i can’t guarantee nami’s safety!”

“stop trying to jinx things! just leave it to us for now!” sanji said, wanting to fight against [name] participating in fights for as long as possible.

“if they get too close, i can’t guarantee that i will!” [name] shot back, watching carefully as the lapins started to jump up and down. it seemed as if there was no point to their repetitive jumping, but [name] put two and two together: if you assumed they weren’t up to anything, they’d definitely be doomed.

so he stiffened to brace for something to happen.

and when the snow that was far ahead began to crumble towards them, his fists clenched at his sides.

“you’re fucking with me right now!” he shouted out into the snowy abyss, recognizing the signs of an avalanche right away.

he had an idea of how to get away, but he didn’t know if it’d be healthy to use it with nami’s condition. he knew his body could take it, but if nami would even survive him using it once, it was unknown.

so he wouldn’t use soru, he decided. because even if it was conveinent for him to use to get away, if nami’s health could be in an even more compromised position, he wouldn’t risk it.

“the only option is to run, let’s go, both of you!” [name] commanded, adjusting nami once more and hoping that the ropes would stay completely tight. he had to free his hands, use them to gain the most momentum when running away. he couldn’t securely have his arms around her.

he knew that the rope he tied was effective, but having his arms to support her legs was still a comfort he wasn’t exactly the most prepared to give up. the snow was quickly approaching so he cleared his mind and only focused on running.

sanji and luffy were close behind and eventually, he caught sight of a cliff. sanji had the same idea in mind because he soon directed them to all take advantage of the height.

the three all stood at the edge of the cliff, but [name] quickly realized it would be enough. they weren’t high enough.

[name] grit his teeth, ripping off one of his gloves with his canines, spat it out, and took a dagger out from the sheath that was resting on his hip. he stabbed into his palm with no hesitation, gritting his teeth and watched as the blood spurted out.

“oi, [name] what the hell are you doing?!” sanji cried out, watching in horror as [name] maimed himself and also at the approaching avalanche.

“hey! [name]!” luffy shouted in shock, eyes going wide and almost completely white.

[name] ignored them and stabbed himself once more in the arm to cause more blood to gush out of his wound. after putting the dagger away, he grabbed luffy and sanji by their collars with his clean hand and timed his jump with the avalanche.

the trio were completely vulnerable in the air, but [name] quickly thought fast and held the two close to him. he made sure he was facing the ground and focused on the blood spilling from his arm as he held his bleeding and wounded arm in front of him.

“come on, you fucker!” [name] shouted at no one in particular, “i know it’s cold enough, so this shit better work!”

“[name]’s gone crazy!” luffy shouted, looking at him in disbelief.

“luffy, sanji, nami!” [name] shouted, getting ready to time his “creation” correctly, “please pardon the mess!”

the two looked at him in confusion but their eyes widened drastically when they noticed what was going on.

the blood [name] had let dribble down and spurt out of his arm was turning solid underneath them. it was even taking shape. a large sled, the ones that a person would use as a child, was created and solidified underneath them. it wasn’t fancy, just a smooth tube for them to ride to glide down the mountain without suffocating due to snow.

“you two, grab ahold of me — watch out for nami!” [name] commanded, sticking his entire bleeding arm into the snow. he shouted at the pain that shot up his arm, but continued to keep his limb implanted inside.

out of nowhere, the crafted sled turned to the side, fighting against the snow current. [name]’s arm in the snow was slowing them down, thankfully, but the way the lapins were still charging after them made him stressed.

“unbearable bastards! i hope you all get buried,” [name] cursed under his breath, directing their sled and fighting against the current of the snow as hard as he could.

but the icy pain was getting torturous, to the point he felt like passjng out. his entire arm was buried underneath the fluffy snow. his heart was slowing down, it had been the moment they started their journey. slower heart rate meant less blood pumping. less blood pumping meant he was running out of what he could use - without completely endangering his life, of course.

he could always just cut into his flesh once more and he was entirely prepared to - but that was a worst case scenario choice. he still needed to be conscious for the rest of the journey, obviously. passing out due to blood loss would only be more of a burden on sanji and luffy.

“shit, there’s still more snow coming down!” sanji cursed and his grip on the sled was wearing thin. “[name], i’m gonna-”

before he could finish his sentence, sanji went flying and luffy in a concerned filled haze, jumped after him.

“idiots!” [name] cursed, but instead focused on getting nami to safety before he went to rescue those two. finally, they reached a point on their journey where nami would be safe, or as safe as she could be, on her own.

she had blood splattered across her face, which [name] gingerly wiped away before setting her down on the snow. he untied the ropes in a hurry - throwing his cloak over her and promised her that he’d be back.

he looked over the terrain in focus, seemingly glaring at the snow before nodding in determination. he was able to see where luffy and sanji had dropped off. at least they were close to each other, [name] thought to himself before jumping into the snow.

to him, it felt as though it was an ice bath. but he bore through it, understanding that this was not the time to pay attention to that. sanji and luffy were up ahead, a couple dozen feet away. and nami was waiting for him!

he had to bear it for a little longer!

even if he was lightheaded from blood loss, even if he could physically feel his heart going slower — as if it were freezing, even if his legs were close to being completely numb.

“fucking snow,” he breathed out, lifting luffy up from the snow and throwing him over his shoulder, “fucking disease for infecting nami,” he said, stomping through the snow and looking for sanji. “fucking island for only having one doctor, how idiotic is that!”

when he got a grip on sanji’s jacket collar, he brought him to the surface quickly. the both seemed to have passed out, probably due to the sudden cold shock.

but he carried the both of them to where he had left nami.

he got to work in re-tying nami’s ropes, making sure they were tight. the cuts on his arm were no longer dripping, but rather turned into icicles in the cold snowy winds. crimson red shards were attatched to his skin and he grunted as he broke them off, throwing them down the snowy mountain without a second thought.

he looked at the arm and hand he had stabbed, attempting to move it at all. under his cloak was just a simple shirt so he made contact with the freezing snow with no protective boundary. his arm looked like it was turning purple, as were his fingertips now that he had discarded his glove. he cursed under his breath, finding it took a lot of effort to even wiggle his fingers back and forth.

“fucking stupid weather, i hate this island!” [name] shouted into the nothingness that surrounded them. his shouts made luffy stir awake on the ground.

sanji and nami remained unresponsive.

“[name]?! are they okay?!” luffy cried out, running to nami’s side, “is she alive?!”

“yeah, she is, but we have to go, now. you can make it, right?”

luffy’s eyes lingered on [name]’s mauled arm and hand, nodding as his hat shadowed his eyes.

“you take sanji, nami will be with me,” [name] said, luffy following the command easily.

[name] crouched down, getting nami’s cocooned body to rest snug against his. at least she herself provided some warmth to him, but without a doubt, he missed his cloak terribly.

he just hoped that this castle had sufficient heating, he felt like he needed to de-thaw himself as soon as possible. with nami and sanji both accounted for, [name] and luffy began their trek back up the mountain.

“you saved us back there, thank you, [name],” luffy said sincerely, watching with grim eyes as [name]’s arm showed dried blood.

“you’re my captain, she’s my navigator, and he’s my chef,” [name] obviously stated, taking in a deep breath, “of course i’d save you guys!”

he forced himself to smile, to ease luffy’s conscience.

luffy looked at him in shock before bowing his head down.

deep down, luffy began to feel incompetent. there were a bunch of thoughts running through his head, like if it was his fault entirely nami was sick? did he drag the whole crew, especially vivi, down with his antics?

[name] didn’t let him think about it for long though, seemingly reading his mind and pressing his bleeding hand along luffy’s strawhat.

“take it easy, captain, i’ll look out for us from now on,” [name] said simply before picking up his pace. "it's not all resting on your shoulders anymore, not while i'm here."

the two were running as fast as they could, now desperate for medical attention for almost all members of their travelling party. on the way to the top, they encountered a small lapin who was pawing at its parent.

“stupid bunny,” [name] murmured under his breath as he eyes the pathetic creature.

there was a pause as he and luffy both lifted the paw of its parent out of the snow, walking off before they could waste more time.

it seemed, though, their time was just made to be wasted today as they now encountered a familiar face.

“splinter shitter?” [name] asked out loud, recognizing the ugly face of their past enemy.

“we’ll teach you to not mess with us,” the crew next to wapol screamed.

“luffy, no fighting if you can help it! we’re all injured here and have sanji and nami to look out for! be serious!” [name] reminded him, “just keep running,”

“i know! don’t berate me!” luffy said in annoyance, finding it incredibly difficult to hold back his attacks as he could only dodge.

[name] jumped through the air in disgust of their attacks, knowing that they were only fighting so hard against them to take advantage of their weakened friends.

“i’ll kill you guys when i come back!” [name] shouted, tilting his head ever so slightly and causing the two of his lackeys to fall over. but they assumed it was the strong wind and continued their assaults.

thankfully, those lapins they had saved earlier did not forget the kindness of their actions. they jumped in [name]’s and luffy’s defense, creating a wall between the strawhats and the stupid wapol pirates.

“thanks, you saved us,” luffy said quickly, recognizing the animals, before running ahead with [name]. “[name] that was rude, you didn’t even say thank you to them!”

eventually, the wind got so strong that [name] couldn’t feel his arms or legs. but they were so close. the harsher the climate was, the closer they were. and his assumptions were proven correct as they were soon greeted by some cylindrical post, and at the top was the castle.

“let’s go, don’t think twice,” [name] advised. he walked over to luffy and sanji, gently unwrapping the scarf from sanji, quietly apologizing as he did so, and used that to secure sanji around luffy’s waist. he even made the blonde wrap his arms around luffy’s neck for extra security.

“[name], are you ready?”

[name] laughed, “wasn’t this whole journey a good enough sign for you, captain?! let’s get going already!” he ripped off his other gloves, knowing he’s get a better grip on the walls if he went in without a barrier between his fingers and the rocks.

luffy agreed with a hearty shout and the duo began their climb.

[name] was struggling due to the extreme frostbite he was experiencing, as well as the hole in his left hand, and the numbness in all his limbs. luffy was exhausted from running and fighting and only just woke up from passing out a couple of minutes ago.

the both of them were tired beyond their limits, but knew that this was life or death.

nami and sanji were both counting on them.

the wind was picking up the higher they were going and it genuinely felt like someone was cutting [name]’s fingers with each breeze that blew by. he cursed under his breath each time he had to go up one.

then his head whipped around in concern as he saw sanji slip from luffy’s back. that scarf could only take so much weight for so long.

“luffy!” [name] cried out in worry, eyes going white as he saw that sanji was only getting farther away.

“sanji!” luffy shouted, bringing his arm to whip backwards to catch the falling chef. the momentum of his swing, and the fact that the surface they were climbing was completely straight up made luffy fell back as well.

“shit!” [name] shouted, smacking his injured hand onto a particularly sharp edge of a rock and reopening the once frozen wound from his hand. blood seeped out almost instantly, splattering across his face.

but he only focused on sending it down to luffy, “grab on, luffy!”

the rubber man listened, stretching his hand and grabbing onto the solidified and frozen blood of [name]’s wound and grunting as he felt himself stop midair, due to [name]’s anchoring. sanji was now being held up by his teeth and he focused on making it back up the mountain to meet [name].

luffy’s fingers and toes were bleeding, completely ruined by the stone wall they were climbing. [name]’s hand wound was reopened and bleeding profusely. the cold wasn’t helping the h/c haired man’s heart either.

if they didn’t make it to the top soon…he’d surely die.

the treacherous journey seemed to last for hours on end before they finally made it to the snowy top.

[name] grunted, swinging his arm back and launching luffy and sanji forward. it didn’t take long for him to join them, falling face first to ensure that nami wouldn’t feel the entirety of his weight crush her.

just when he thought they were safe, the snow that [name] and nami had collapsed on began to slide at their weight. and before he could stop it, they were falling off of the top.

“save me, you cunt!” he shouted, sensing someone at the top of the mountain — very close by. but he was prepared to use his blood to stop their descent once more, if this figure didn’t act fast enough. but it was unnecessary, as a warm, fuzzy, strong hand stopped their fall.

[name] squinted as he looked up at the figure, feeling his vision go blurry as he tried to catch a look at the savior.

“hah? reindeer?” [name] breathed out in confusion. and those were his last words before he fell limp in the hands of the one who caught them, completely passing out.

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[qulizalfos]

[runs in after abandoning my blog all week and throws this on the table] HAPPY BIRTHDAY WAYLI @wayward-sherlock PLEASE ACCEPT THIS FICLET AS A SYMBOL OF MY GRATITUDE TOWARDS HOW FUCKINF AWESOME U ARE ALWAYS <3 I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU BTW!!! anyways i hope u enjoy 2k of college byler shenanigans :) mwah

home (is wherever you are tonight)

“Oh, my God,” Will says, sitting forward, face alight in ways that terrify Mike. “There’s another reason, there’s a huge reason you're here, you—” “It’s Valentine’s Day, right?” The shift in Will’s expression is instantaneous. It might’ve qualified as comical, too, if Mike’s heart wasn’t about to explode.

You’d think Mike would have scrounged together a better sense of how to backpedal when he’s about to do something incredibly stupid. 

He’s trying not to think too hard about how quickly they rattle off in his head, the world’s most inconvenient list of reminders. What is wrong with you? We’re just… not in the mood right now. You’ve been on the bench all year. Not for the first time he’s gritting his teeth and wondering if it would have been entirely too much to ask for him to have acquired, by now, some intricate sixth sense for recklessness. He’s well aware that there’s no cosmic cure against the potency of his own mistakes, but he’d take anything to help him generally steer clear of these specific situations.

Encounters with murderous, eldritch entities ought to do that to a person. In his —for the record, totally impartial— opinion.

No goddamn dice, he thinks as he raises a fist to knock.

Maybe it is different, he supposes, because he’s less consumed by a wave of defensive volatility and less likely to bury the truth at the first sign of scrutiny, recoil at any chance of being left behind, and more willing to stop before he gains too dangerous an amount of momentum. It still happens, obviously— (case in point: now, loitering in an empty corridor, bland wallpaper finding a way to make it look like it’s laughing down at him, shifting his weight as he waits) he’d just convinced himself he had it more under control.

It’s ridiculous anyway. This whole thing is clearly careening towards a setup for a copious amount of slip ups on his part. But, it’s whatever.

Will’s probably out, anyway, he considers, belatedly.

It’s Valentine’s Day, —granted, a Wednesday evening dragging by with a sluggish, hazy quality— but a significant date all the same. Will is, Mike hedges, almost definitely out, maybe with the mystery guy in their joint history lecture, whose name Mike neglected to wheedle out of him last week. Maybe they’re both walking home from some fucking café, and Will would be getting cold like he does when the threat of snow looms at every waking moment, and to make matters worse, the other guy might do something sickeningly romantic like wind his scarf around Will’s neck, all while Mike’s standing at his dorm door like an idiot.

It’s possible he’s not very committed to the whole “breathe” thing El suggested, the day before the sky turned blue again, the day he was most convinced it never would again.

He threads a nervous hand through the disaster-prone section of his hair, hoping to smoothen it out, as he lifts his clenched hand, setting his face in concentration and aiming to knock one more time, and—

He has to flinch back to avoid accidentally punching Will in the face with his knock. Needless to say, that would be pretty counterproductive.

Will. Standing in front of him, soft furrow between his brows, loose sweater, lips parted.

He’s beautiful.

He shoves the thought to the side. It’s not the safest one to have when Will is less than two feet in front of him.

“Mike?”

It hits him about an hour too late: Maybe it’s ironic, how this holiday, composed entirely of spontaneous lovesick bullshit and cordiform chocolate boxes, doesn’t warrant him showing up at someone’s door unannounced. Not when it’s already 7pm.

It isn’t that he hadn’t brought that into consideration, just that now it’s not just an inkling in the back of his mind he has to ignore if he has any hope of getting ready with minimal distraction, but a real, pressing concern, and—

Will’s face splits into a grin, and the thought vanishes as quick as it came.

“Hey,” Mike tries, too hastily. The longer Will stands, just blinking at him, the further Mike burrows his hands into the pockets of his jackets.

He snaps out of it fairly quickly, and the expression has melted into something pleasantly surprised. Mike can work with that. He’s done much more with much less. “Uh— hi.”

“Are you busy?” Mike cranes a neck to peer around Will’s shoulder, unsure of what he’s looking for but appreciating the lack of anything all the same. “If you’re busy, I’ll totally come back, to— fuck, maybe not tomorrow, you have that—”

“Mike.”

“Yep.”

“I’m not busy,” he says with bright eyes, stepping back from the door to accommodate him. “I— don’t just stand there, come in, of course I’m not busy. Why, what’s up?”

“Thought maybe you were off at a candlelit dinner,” Mike remarks, because it’s easier to get out than the other thing, kicking off his shoes and trying not to think too hard about Will, the same Will in the same shadowy alcove as him, whose expression is tinged with fondness, at dinner; with warm lighting and a muted hum of chatter and someone else sitting across from him. “With the fancy napkins.”

“I think I would’ve mentioned the horrors of scraping together enough money for anything like that,” he says, and Mike’s efforts at miming cradling the aforementioned, hypothetical napkin receive a raised eyebrow. “Seriously, is something going on? If Max—”

“Nothing’s happening,” Mike tells him, passing him out and swiveling around to keep walking backwards, reversing into the couch and pretending he didn’t whack his knee as he drops onto it, picking at the edge of the nearest cushion, sprawling out as much as he can manage to. “Which is precisely why I’m here. Well, one of the reasons.”

Will hums, folding his arms and leaning on the back of the couch, contemplative. It has no right to be as endearing as it is. “Are there a lot of reasons?”

“I’m not allowed to visit you anymore?” Mike jokes. “Should I have called and given you a week’s notice?” He sits up, relishing the back and forth. “Should I—”

“No, you’re just… I dunno.” Will pokes his shoulder and skirts the couch, settling in the space Mike makes for him. “You seem nervous. Like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

Shit.

Mike lets out what may be considered as the fakest laugh he’s ever mustered, darting his eyes away and plastering on a frown. He gives a half-hearted attempt at an unconvinced, hopefully somewhat assuring scoff, tugging free the crease that’s formed at the ankle of his jeans. “What makes you say that?” he asks. He’d like to describe it as nonchalant. Maybe he’s not as good at hiding as the boy in front of him, but he’s been sidestepping the obvious for what feels like his whole life. He’s had more than enough practice.

“Oh, my God,” Will says, sitting forward, face alight in ways that terrify Mike. “There’s another reason, there’s a huge reason you’re here, you—”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, right?”

The shift in Will’s expression is instantaneous. It might’ve qualified as comical, too, if Mike’s heart wasn’t trying its damndest not to explode. Again, counterproductive.

Will’s mouth drops open a little, the line of his body stock still, and just hovers there, close enough that the warmth of his breath brushes Mike’s face, and the room slips into little more than a backdrop. Mike searches his eyes for a sign that’s not there. He lifts a hand from where it’s resting on a dark green cushion, weighing the implications and consequences of reaching out against the part of him that doesn’t want to consider technicalities until far, far later. The moment stretches, engraving itself into Mike’s memory. 

And then it shatters.

Will slumps back, clearing his throat twice in rapid succession, and the corners of his mouth quirk up in diplomacy. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”

Mike’s throat feels unreasonably dry. “Nope,” he says, omitting any mention of the crisis he’d had marching down the hall, questioning whether he’d gotten the date wrong and everything would blow up in his face tenfold, and just drumming his fingers against his thigh.

“So—” Will frowns, “what are you trying to say?”

This was all going much smoother during the numerous rehearsals in his head. “It’s Valentine’s Day,” he parrots, trying not to think about Will’s sharp inhale too much, “and I haven’t done something on Valentine’s Day for years, and you’re free, and I’m free, and…” he trails off, searching for the right words. “I don’t know, I thought we could hang out.” 

Silence.

It’s about to backfire, he can sense it, so he rushes to add: “In solidarity.”

“Right,” Will says, faraway. Mike sort of needs to run outside and scream for an untold amount of time.

“Doesn’t have to be super special,” he says, sensing the need for a prompt change in subject. “Unless you want it to be special, but I just figured— like, what were you gonna do before I came?”

Will glances at him once, quizzical, but drops it. 

—

It’s a short walk from the dorm to the closest Circle K, and one spent wrapped up in pleasant, amicable conversation, catching up on the various aspects of each other’s lives that aren’t entwined already, and about halfway there Will stoops to tie his shoelace. As Mike waits he considers how scary it could be if he dwells too long on how noteworthy the most mundane tasks become in Will Byers’ company.

They wander inside, Mike leaning on the door to open it for Will in what he hopes is a courteous manner, and trails down an aisle beside Will, the faint beat of a trashy pop song barely covering the echo of their footsteps on the tiles.

“Just the sodas?” Mike checks, swerving to avoid a display stacked high.

“Yeah,” Will says, nabbing a coke and gesturing to the fridge. “Take your pick.”

Mike reaches for a 7Up.

“Knew it,” Will says, something indecipherable in his tone. And then he’s extending a hand, covering Mike’s for a split second — long enough for an odd sensation to bloom in his ribs, but short enough for him to want to say, fuck it, and tangle their fingers, but Will teases the can out of his grip, leaving Mike with a cool smear of condensation on his palm.

“We can pool our resources,” Mike quips as Will deposits the cans on the counter. The cashier flicks a lazy glance at them and tells them the price. “I have a quarter.”

“Generous of you,” Will observes, producing a crumpled dollar note from his back pocket.

They settle on a wall outside, and Mike kicks the solid stone intermittently with his dangling heels, sipping away as Will starts to talk. The sky runs like spilled ink above them, perforated with only a smattering of stars and a few dark clouds, but Will is bathed in the gold ring of a streetlamp. There’s a lull in conversation, but it’s fine. Mike’s content to stay here all night.

“This was nice,” he says, in lieu of everything else.

Will bumps against his shoulder. “Yeah?”

A tiny droplet of rain lands on Mike’s nose, and three more freckle more of his exposed skin. A low fizz kicks up, drilling into the gray landscape surrounding them, and more dots pepper on the wall.

“Yeah.”  Will turns away. Mike scans the area around them, but they’re alone save for a few empty chip packets strewn across the concrete. Will’s gorgeous. Mike can’t explain it, but he knows when warmth floods your veins it’s a sign that merits extra morosis, and his intentions are in the right place, and it’s so hard to steer himself in any direction other than pitching forward and propping up a hand on the other side of Will’s jaw. Mike doesn’t let himself think too much of it as he presses a kiss to Will’s cheek.

It’s as short-lived as it is sweet: Will’s answering gasp, all wide eyes and questions in every line of his face, the beads of rain on his skin, near lucent in the orange lighting, the tickle of his bangs getting in Mike’s eyes a little when he turns.

And then Will’s breaking away to set down his Coke, and closing the gap between them.

Truthfully, Mike didn’t know that kissing could feel like this. It seems like something so untouchable, so far from what’s in his own comprehension of the world, that finding this kind of warmth could happen, but Will’s slinging an arm around his back and all coherent thoughts promptly dissolve in the now steadily falling rain. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I'm begging you to put buttons on your fics babe 😭 I went to your master list to checkout Dirty Work (so good!) And made it to 18 in no time but then backspaced to your main blog to discover you were at 27! (Holy shit) but God knows the tags don't pull up any of the other chapters 🥺

It's kinda like I'm punching the party goers outta the way (asks and messages lmao) to pick up candy off the floor (MOVE YOUR ASS IM TRYING TO READ)

There's something insidiously delicious about how you always wrote Loki's emotional intelligence journey. Like here's a guy with shitty ingrained habits who's unraveling them because it's the only way to get what he wants AND because morals or whatever yeah mom. And then you always have characters like the father that display humanity's natural inclination to just be shitty and rot because achieving happiness is too hard and they're gunna make it everyone's problem! And also the unfairness of doing everything right but getting steamrolled!

Sif being that bitch that confirms every shitty fear about inadequacy Loki has ever had and will have will always be funny to me.

Also that watch debacle: 'I showed you my dick please respond'

Dude watches you talk shop with the gardener and he's immediately like 'controlling?? Babe I can't even control myself buy whatever you want for our house'

Anyways...gotta go find chapter 19. Love you! Wish me luck on my Radiology School entrance exam

I'm sorry but the masterlist was updated this morning so I'm not too certain what you mean. I won't add buttons because as it is, the little spare time I have is spent enjoying this as a hobby. I'm sorry that tumblr can be frustrating. I'm not going to change my formatting at this time. I apologise for the inconvenience but do appreciate you reading.

Good luck with your entrance exam. 🤞🏼

[cozza-frenzy]

Being a system can be hard sometimes and it's made a lot harder when singlets who are aware of our plurality just... refuse to engage with us on our terms. Like because this is a condition we can mask, we should mask around them. All the time. Because we make them uncomfortable. And I guess it's their right to feel uncomfortable when what they're seeing isn't "normal"? When the person in front of you suddenly changes voice, changes body language, there's an instinct in the back of your head that tells you they're being deceptive or manipulative. That there's something wrong with them. Ableism is one thing, but it's hard to fight against an instinct, and most people won't even acknowledge the existence of this one because they think only animals have instincts. But anyway; when singlets tell us to stop being so overt about it, whatever way they put it, they're always basically saying shit like this: "It would be so much easier on me if you didn't act like the person you really are, and instead just pretend to be (host), the one person in your system who I consider 'real' " "I'd like to ignore the fact that all of you exist and pretend that you're (host), so I'll just talk to you as if you're (host), because you're basically all the same person anyway" "You're mentally ill and being reminded of that makes me uncomfortable, so if you pretend to be (host) that means I don't have to think about it"

It must be nice to be able to ignore this. To be able to just walk away. To be able to ask us nicely just to make this one allowance for you, and then pretend that our disorder doesn't exist, because seeing us this way stresses you out too much. We don't get to do that. No matter how stressed or upset or aggressive someone in our system gets, we can't just walk away from them when it's inconvenient for us to deal with. We share a body and a brain. Things happen all the damn time without our conscious control, whether that's splits, flashbacks, even alters fusing together or going dormant can happen without anybody getting any warning. We're almost constantly stressed, because even with our system's high levels of communication and co-operation, we don't know when something will happen that will destabilize us for days or weeks at a time. It's one thing when strangers do this. It's one thing to mask in public spaces where being openly mentally ill might put us in danger. It's a whole other thing when people we thought cared about us pull this shit. Singlets be fucking normal about systems challenge, difficulty: impossible. - Terry

[lewdladylily]

Are you okay? Been busy so haven't checked the blog for a while, why were you in the hospital? -Anna

The problem with explaining you are sick is there is really no way to tell people "yeah my shit's fucked right now" without making people concerned when they don't need to be or making everything awkward as hell. But you also can't interact with people in your normal ways because your shit is fucked so you feel like you need to say something so people understand that you are unwell.

So everyone understands, no one needs to be concerned about me. I'll get through this fine, it's certainly not the worst it's every been. Having said that, I'll now explain a bit about my situation that will make everyone who reads it be very concerned about me. So like, if you don't want the downer, maybe stop reading here.

The hospital thing wasn't actually a big deal, just kidney stones, the surgery will be minimally invasive with minimal risk. It's just a lot of pain and inconvenience and stress, but not actually something to worry about in and of itself.

That said, it came at a particularly bad time and has exacerbated my mental health issues which could charitably be described as dire.

I'm only gonna say this next part because I find this real funny in a very morbid sense, but my doctor actually gave me three times the usual amount of my "get high to feel better" drugs and told me to not worry about it if I get addicted while we are figure something out. Like, what doctor says that? I've been on this medicine a decade or something and the doctors are always very concerned about making sure I'm controlling my use and not prescribing too much and then he 180s so hard it feels like I have whiplash. "Here's all the pills! Take 'em whenever you feel like it!"

Anyway, my doctor was freaking out like that two days before the kidney stone problem started and made everything even worse so like. That's how fucked my shit is right now.

But it's gonna get better. I always get worse in the summer, starting in like june and it gets worse and worse until late august or early september and then it gets better quite quickly. Been like that for years. And my doctor has some ideas for new meds that might help, and the kidney stone problem will be resolved, so like in a month I'll be doing much, much better. So people don't need to be concerned.

It's just that timing has ensured that the answer to your question is no I'm very not ok. But I will be.

[aquanthis]

🌎🔪✏️☄️💚 and 💖 for aemara?

why is there no rubbing-hands-together-evilly emoji. anyway

🌎 - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

ohhhh yes. at the end of the day, aemara is not really noble; he is distinctly selfish (said with all the love in my heart) and, if push came to shove, he would sacrifice just about anything to make sure he could keep someone he loves close to him. we all know i'm referring to anduin, though the same is true for zephya and paleri. it's not really so much about them, though he does care for and love them, but moreso about the fact that he'd fall apart if he lost them. it's a self-defense tactic more than it is a sacrifice. i could see him killing innocents for anduin. and i don't think it would be hard for him. it's so funny. he's such a hypocrite. he needs therapy

🔪 - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

scorched-earth violence, or complete meltdown, depending on the situation. sometimes both. no matter what, he blames himself. he's supposed to be able to protect EVERYONE he loves, dammit, and if he fails, even if there was no way he could do anything, he'd still somehow find a way to make it his fault.

✏️ - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

pretty much the entirety of "eight" by sleeping at last. but particularly:

"I was just a kid who grew up strong enough to pick this armor up / And suddenly it fit"

as well as:

"I'm just a kid who grew up scared enough to hold the door shut / And bury my innocence / But here's a map, here's a shovel / Here's my Achilles' heel"

songs that make me so fucking sick in the head about him. literally i can't listen to it without immediately thinking of him and nearly bursting into tears.

☄️ - what do people assume about them? are they right?

people assume A LOT of things about him, and most of those things are wrong. some people think he's cold, and to some extent, he is, but he is genuinely so sweet and so gentle when he feels safe (which is rare). they assume he loves violence, but he doesn't; it's just the only thing he has. they assume that he'll hurt anyone if they so much as inconvenience him, but he's really not quick to anger unless you threaten someone he cares about.

and this one's a joke but i was joking about it in the car to my husband earlier so: people look at him and assume he always wants to be in control/dominant/etc because like. look at him. he's a general, and strict, and so untouchable. but he is actually so submissive behind closed doors. paleri thinks it's cute but he will vehemently deny it if anyone ever finds out. hahaha. sorry for the sex joke

💚 - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

he does really like hugs/physical affection but it takes a lot for him to be comfortable with it with someone. but when he is comfortable with it, it makes him feel so safe. also, tea, and tending his plants, and warm food. also just sitting in the same room doing separate things with someone he loves. he likes just sitting in the same room reading separate books with anduin. it's like, "i know you're here and safe and i can protect you if i need to but i don't need to, so i just like knowing you're here with me" yknow. he's so sweet rrhrhrhhghghgh

💖 - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

he's usually a little embarrassed talking about mushy things, but if he gets a chance to show off his wife who he thinks is the most gorgeous and wonderful thing in the whole world, he'll take it. there's a scene that i wrote once where they're in a ballroom setting and he is being the biggest show-off in the entire place because he wants to show off his wife more than anything. he's not one for GRAND gestures but he will fondly make her breakfast and bring her flowers from his garden and talk about wanting to kiss the lipstick off her face if he gets bold enough. 🥰

[eggman-enterprises]

Eggman Enterprises

Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik

Dr. Eggman is, in his own words, the greatest scientific genius in the world, though that has come into question in recent years-- after all, with all the aliens the world has come to know, perhaps it's more accurate to say he's the greatest genius in the universe! But, like any good scientist, he uses his mind for good. What's more virtuous a goal than a perfect, worldwide theme park wherein everything is under his own control? No lines, no hunger, no fear, no individual thought-- it would be a paradise! (Also available in Classic flavor!)

Metal Sonic

Metal Sonic is Dr. Eggman's right-hand 'bot, and the stoic enforcer of the Eggman Empire. Don't let his silence fool you, however, because underneath his metal shell is an introspective and determined robot, who constantly strives to improve himself. Sometimes that drive gets him in trouble with his creator-- there was that one time he tried to rule the world on his own-- but any rebellious intentions have long since been scrubbed from his programming, and now he is a perfect, cold, calculating, nigh-unstoppable menace to all he encounters. (Also available in Classic flavor!)

Sage

Sage is among the bad doctor's greatest creations, and is his dearest (and only) daughter. Though she was originally programmed as a mere invasive AI, she has developed into a very personable young girl. Dedicated to the protection of her father and the propogation of the Eggman Empire, she has been integrated into the EggNet, and commands the digital side of Eggman's evil escapades. This doesn't mean she's nonpresent, however, as she can project a hard-light hologram in the physical world nearly anywhere that has a connection point to the EggNet.

Orbot & Cubot

The mechanical Abbot and Costello of the Eggman Empire, these two serve as Dr. Eggman's bumbling personal assistants. Orbot tends to play straightman to Cubot's bumbling fool, but let it be known, neither are particularly competent. Not that they seek to impress in that regard anyway-- unless Metal or Sage are involved. They desperately wish to make good impressions on their "siblings", which tends to get them into even more trouble than when they don't try at all.

Thunderbolt the Chinchilla

Thunderbolt is the bad doctor's most dedicated general. Whether he likes it or not. Loyal to an obsessive degree, she will do anything to please the Eggman, no matter how heinous, vile, or inconvenient it is. Despite her appearance, she's no force to be underestimated. With electrical powers rivalling Surge and a mean streak to match, she can be deadly when caught in the wrong mood. Add onto that her custom battle armor, and she becomes someone that anyone would rather avoid than face head-on.

Axel the Water Buffalo

Boasting incredible strength and loyalty to his crew, even before being conscripted and cyberized by the Eggman, Axel is a great leader in his own right. For years he ran a gang in the Efrikan plains, with one major motto: You take care of the crew, and the crew takes care of you. His joining with the Eggman Empire was influenced by that creed. It was either that or watch their homeland be ravaged by industrialization. He still rides with his crew, with the goal of securing the Eggman Empire's grip over the region.

Clove the Pronghorn

Clove's partnership with the Eggman was not one born out of desire. When her sister, Cassia, contracted a rare and deadly disease known as N.I.D.S., Clove felt she had no other choice but to join the doctor's empire, in hopes he could develop a cure for her. With her serious demeanor and combat prowess, she rose through the ranks quickly, until she became the Egg Boss presiding over the region of Northamer, with her younger sister at her side the whole way through.

Cassia the Pronghorn

Much more playful than her older sister, the only real reason she ranks so high in the army is nepotism. Not that she minds. She loves having a whole army to boss around. Though she doesn't really grasp the gravity of her situation as well as her sister, she's more than capable of taking care of herself when needbe. Despite her naivete and youthful demeanor, however, she's fully aware of the seriousness of her illness, despite Clove's best efforts, and while it would inaccurate to call her demeanor a farce, much of it is a performance to make sure her sister doesn't lose faith.

Team Hooligans

Fang the Hunter

The brains behind Team Hooligans, Fang is cutthroat bounty hunter living in the Mirage Saloon Zone, not that he ever stays in one place for long. His jobs tend to take him all over the world, especially when he does work for the diabolical Dr. Eggman. Indeed, Fang will take most any job if it pays high enough. The man'd even sell out his own mother for a pretty ring.

Bark the Polar Bear

Bark is the brawn and the heart of Team Hooligans. He is a calming presence around his two fellow criminals, and though he is one of the most wanted men in the world thanks to his association with Bean, those who get to know him tend to feel he isn't that bad a guy, he's just fallen in with a bad crowd. Whether they're the right crowd for him or not, however, he is fiercely loyal to his team, and will fight to the last to keep them safe.

Bean the Dynamite

Some say he's a duck, others say he's a woodpecker. What does the man himself say? He's Bean! Beanaldo Remington Beaksworth IV, to be exact! Yes, Bean isn't a particularly stable person. In fact, some would go so far as to call him insane. Which makes him very dangerous when he uses his trademark bombs. It's unknown exactly how he creates those high explosives as if from nothing, but then, much of Bean's existence defies explanation. All anyone knows is that he's the Hooligans' wildcard, and he's better left avoided at all cost.

Battle Kukku Empire

Great Battle Kukku XV

Don't let the name of his army, or his swaggering steps fool you-- the Great Battle Kukku is more of a pirate captain than an imperial ruler. His crew? The Grand Battle Kukku Armada. He is the self-proclaimed ruler of the skies, and will raid any town, facility, or ruins to sustain that rule. He also has the ability to create bombs at his leisure, much like a certain Dynamite Duck...

Battle Kukku XVI / "Speedy"

Speedy is the second in command of the Battle Kukku Empire, and the son of the Great Battle Kukku. He prides himself on his fast flying, boosted even further when he wears a special flight suit developed by Kukku chief science officer Dr. Fukurokov. He believes the skies belong only to the birds-- even bats and bugs are lesser in his eyes. But the one being he truly hates is one Miles "Tails" Prower-- no wingless mammal is welcome in Speedy's skies!

Dr. Fukurokov

Dr. Fukurokov is the greatest mind the clouds have ever seen. It's arguable whether he rivals Dr. Eggman in intelligence, but he frankly doesn't give a hoot if he does or not. Eggman may have more powerful tech, but none can match the developmental potential of Fukurokov's machines! Ultimately, Dr. Fukurokov is a curious and inquisitive creature by nature. He is always ready to study, and always willing to adapt. Just...make sure you don't pronounce his name wrong.

Other

Surge the Tenrec

Suffering from psychosis, amnesia, various traumas, and a bad case of the old identity crisis, Surge is a cyborg created by the vile Dr. Starline to not just kill, but replace Sonic the Hedgehog. Ever since the dear doctor's death at the hands of Dr. Eggman and a particularly vengeful boulder, Surge and her companion have struck out on their own. Driven mad by hypnosis and months of psychological abuse, her only goal now is to burn the entire world down, sift through the ashes for the bodies of the ones she loathes the most, and hang them up on the wall as trophies for her grandest accomplishment.

Kitsunami the Fennec

Kit is the Tails to Surge's Sonic. To that end, he is endlessly devoted to her, even at the cost of his own personal safety and wellness. He will do anything she says with a polite "yes ma'am!", and without her has a tendency to shut down and shut the world out. Don't let his appearance and demeanor fool you, though. He is a living weapon just like his partner, and his control over ice and water makes him a very dangerous foe on the rare occasions he lets loose. He is prone to outbursts of hellish fury when he believes Surge to be hurt or worse, and would tear down the world itself to protect her.

Mr. Tinker

An alternate version of everyone's least favorite doctor, Mr. Tinker is everything Dr. Eggman is not. Kind, caring, humble, and beloved by his community. Though a mad scientist by the name of Dr. Starline tried to revert him to his old, evil self, somehow Tinker managed to survive the torture and conditioning and was rescued by Sonic and friends. Now, he seeks only a humble life helping to fix the gizmos and gadgets of those around him, with no sign of the Eggman ever returning. He has been having these awful nightmares of late, though...

[feralgodmothers]

You know. Sometimes. When I brave the Gilmore girls tag and see the acid directed at Liz Danes. I remember. She sent jess to Luke when he was 17. Not as a newborn. Not as a toddler. 17. Her parenting might have been lacklustre in Luke , jess and everyone else’s eyes and I’m not defending her on that. But for her to send him to stars hollow at 17 and not earlier she’s imply some sincere effort on her part. And I’m willing to bet jess gave just as much as he got. Basically what I’m trying to say is. I don’t think Liz is completely at fault. And at the same time I don’t think jess is completely blameless in the situation either.

(This one got super long, I’m so sorry anon)

I agree.  Except I’m willing to defend Liz’s parenting (somewhat) if I’m completely honest with you - because I feel like the amount of hatred she gets is extremely disproportionate to what little we learn about her efforts with Jess. Does she deserve some criticism? Yes (but so does everyone else in this show). I think lackluster was a good word choice to describe her parenting. But even though it’s not fantastic, does it really earn the tsunami of hate she gets from the fandom? 

I think Liz is just the first/main person in a long line of people fans want to point their fingers at for Jess’ shortcomings.  While that’s warranted to a degree, I feel like people conveniently overlook the ‘accountability vs. upbringing’ debate that should come into play here. Because - while it’s true that most issues start from childhood and can be traced back to the parenting someone’s received - most people agree that those things can’t and shouldn’t be used as an overall excuse for bad behavior. And it’s like you pointed out - Jess was SEVENTEEN. He was definitely old enough to be held accountable for his actions. He had already lived through like, 95% of his childhood by the time Liz threw in the towel and sent him away to live with Luke - so it’s clear that she didn’t just ship him off on a whim at the slightest inconvenience. She did her best for 17 years (basically alone) and then handed him over to her older brother after he had gotten out of control and she didn’t know what else to do. I think the fandom plays it up to be far more traumatic and serious than it actually is. 

I’ve made a post before in Liz’s defense comparing her to Lorelai, and I still love/heavily sympathize with their contrasting parallels. If I remember right, I think they were about the same age?  Which means Liz had been a teen mom too. I think watching Lorelai do such a phenomenal job against all odds makes people forget just how hard being a single teen mother would be - especially while being away from your family and everyone you used to know. It’s really not unreasonable for someone in that position to be mentally and emotionally unprepared for motherhood.  Where Lorelai had Chris, who was at least willing to marry her and be a regular family, Liz was abandoned by Jess’ father the minute she gave birth. Where some people (Lorelai) are able to pick themselves up by the bootstraps and soldier on with cheery optimism, others (Liz) struggle, and feel completely overwhelmed. Where Lorelai successfully found help and a supportive community, Liz just found crappy, unreliable boyfriends. Yet Liz soldiered on in her own way anyway, throughout several difficult stages of child-rearing. She may not have made the best decisions, and developed some unhealthy coping mechanisms - but she loved her son, and did the best she could to juggle her heavy burdens. Despite battling with addictions, poor self-esteem, and having her heart broken over and over again - she managed to raise her son. And even when she did finally send him away to live with Luke - her motive sounded like it was based on Jess’ well-being and future, rather than just trying to get him out of her hair. 

As far as Jess giving what he got, I’m going to be controversial and say that I think he may have given worse than he got. People act as if Jess only lashed out because his mother sent him away, when it was essentially the other way around. Look at his first real encounter with Lorelai (a woman he didn’t even know): he mocked her to her face when she tried to reassure him, and he barreled right over appropriate personal boundaries when he said “are you sleeping with him? Because you’re either naive or you’re sleeping with him”. 

Like, that is GROSS. A person doesn’t just say that to someone they don’t know out of the blue - by this point, the kid had developed a pattern of saying whatever he wants to people (if he even deigns to speak to them at all).   I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if his last encounter with Liz involved him saying something that cut her deeply, and that that was the reason she didn’t want him back for winter break. For goodness sake - LUKE GOT DRUNK because Jess hurt him so badly during one of their interactions. Jess has a way of jumping right to the most hurtful things to say, and IT BROKE LUKE ONCE. And Luke is the stable one in the family! So imagine Jess’ harsh way with words against his mother, who is way less stable than Luke and also probably way more sensitive. 

(Of course, I’m not trying to flip the script and say that Jess should take all the blame and Liz did nothing wrong. There’s nuance to almost everything, and I think it’s only fair that the discussion surrounding Liz be nuanced as well, and not so one-sided all the time.)

When you look at Jess’ time with Luke - he was only with his uncle for a couple of years, and during that time, Luke had several periods of being run ragged and driven nuts trying to clean up his nephew’s messes and keep him straight. And after only two years - Luke kicked him out as well. Why is it okay when Luke does it, but when Liz does it - she’s considered a menace? We saw how Jess being kicked out in S3 ended up being the best thing for him, so how do we know that Liz kicking him out in S2 wasn’t actually the best thing that she could do for him at the time? I honestly think both decisions were for the best. Luke did have some good influence on him when Liz sent him his way, and Jess FINALLY gets with the program after he’s blown all of his chances with everyone and has to figure crap out on his own. Which is why I’ve said before - coddling is not what Jess needed. Tough love is what he needed, and tough love is what ended up fixing him. Someone like Jess who thinks they know everything and that they have the whole world figured out better than anyone will never learn things the easy way. It wasn’t until his smart mouth, bad attitude, and dumb decisions caught up with him that he was finally able to realize his actions have consequences - and that you can only bite the hand that feeds you so many times before that same hand turns to shoo you off their porch. I think Luke kicking him out also brought home to Jess that his mother sending him away wasn’t just one of her flighty decisions - but rather it’s his own behavior that pushes others beyond their limit.

I’ve seen some explain Jess’ pushing buttons and testing boundaries as some tragic attempt at a self-fulfilled abandonment prophecy (and I do understand and respect their reasoning on that), but personally… I don’t think that’s what it is. I think he does it in a similar way that toddlers do it - to see what they can get away with. Because at that stage, parents are supposed to train their kids with firm and consistent boundaries on what’s acceptable and what’s not - and I don’t think Jess really had much of that. I think Liz was only able to handle surface-level parenting.  I think he got a lot of praise and fussing over in general, but the deeper, more substantial things were met with flighty weakness and emotional deficiency.  Understandably, I think Jess grew up to resent that - since as you get older, you become more aware of the different roles your parent SHOULD fill, and you start to see where they lack. That’s why I also said in a previous post that emotionally neglected children will crave/seek out structure, stability, and discipline - because they want to know at what point you’ll actually step up, be a parent, and GUIDE THEM.  I feel bad for both of them to an extent, but I feel like Jess gets an overabundance of understanding from the fandom, while Liz gets nothing but hate, and it’s very imbalanced imo. We don’t need to infantilize him. We know he has issues - and we can see where some of those issues come from - but that doesn’t give him the right to say and do whatever he wants. 

I also want to address some people’s assumptions about Jess’ being physically abused. Some believe he received rough treatment from one or more of Liz’s exes, and some even imply that Liz herself might have abused Jess. I can’t speak on that with any authority of course (none of us really can, because it’s not something that’s ever brought up in canon) - but I can give my personal opinion, which is: that Jess was not physically abused. 

Liz is very physically affectionate with him, and I paid special attention to his body language around her.

He doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t even recoil in disgust (and we all know how Jess has no trouble expressing disgust). At worst, he just seems to feel a little awkward, and I think that mainly comes from meeting her new boyfriend. (Also, I love that little head nuzzle. He even closes his eyes and leans into it. 🥺 They do have a bond. 💖)  Her touch here is gentle and natural rather than forceful or fake.  And yes, I know - in real life, abusers are known for switching between gentle/loving and harmful/violent. But Jess has the type of personality that would have zero tolerance for hypocrisy. If you ever laid a hand on him, he would never let you touch him again, and by the same token - if any of Liz’s exes had laid a hand on him and Liz had turned a blind eye to it - I think Jess would hold her responsible for that and deny her attempts to embrace him here. I honestly think that at worst, he just couldn’t rely on her to be a stable support, and he gets exasperated by/resents her flightiness. I feel strongly that the tension between them is 100% emotional, because honestly - both Jess and Liz are pretty emotional people, just in different ways. Liz’s emotions are open, exposed, and external - constantly reaching out, while Jess does his best to keep his internal and closed off, essentially hiding behind his sarcasm and rough edges. I think his frustration and disappointment in Liz’s life choices is why he guards his so closely. I think he concluded that Liz’s way of expressing emotion was the “wrong” way and that it brought them no benefits over the years. I feel like he also may have started suppressing his emotions because Liz would be so quick to fuss over him, and that’s not what he needed or was looking for when he had a problem. He needed stability. He needed reliable, long-term solutions. And unfortunately, achieving that (either for herself or for her son) was Liz’s #1 struggle.  I do believe she did her best and was trying, though.

I think she loved him, cared for him, and provided for him the best way she knew how, and again - it wasn’t until she was at the end of her rope in the very last hour that she shipped him off to Luke.  To LUKE - her big brother, who she looks up to and 100% trusts, the only man she could always rely on, and who she believes with her whole heart can fix anything. 

Liz may be far from perfect, but I think she also deserves far more credit. 

[elysianslove]

HI FOR THE DICK ANALYSIS CAN U START WITH JJK PLSS SJSJSJ btw i love your blog sm. thank you for making my day better <3

—🧢 (i hope no one have claimed this emoji yet)

HVSJSJD ABSOLUTELY YES I CAN also i love YOU so much mwah <3 and no it’s not taken!! it’s yours now <3

anyways let’s get into w the unrealistic dick analysissss <3 while writing this i deadass was like “so hm should i mention what their cum would taste like” i hate myself 

could i have said more? yes. did i want to spare you guys and my dignity? yes. 

JJK DICK ANALYSIS

starting off with our mc, itadori yuuji

fat cock. fat! cock! it’s around 6.5 inches, but god, there’s so much girth he needs to prep you for forever before you can take him. very veiny too, with a slight curve to the right, and the head flushes so pink when he’s fully hard. it’s just so thick and heavy and feels so good in your hand when you stroke him. inside of you?? holy shit. never used to shave, but once he got an s/o, he started to trim so that it’s tolerable. so kind of him <3 and he has the sexiest happy trail ever. literally so hot, especially when it peaks from his shirt. took him a while to learn how to use a cock as thick as his tbh, but it’s so big that even if he messily fucks into you he’ll leave you braindead. also need to point that yuuji cums like so much. an unbelievable amount. dick looks so good all wet and messy though mwah 

fushiguro megumi

pretty fucking dick. it’s so pretty. so pretty. bit on the longer side, at around 6.9 inches <333 but it’s a skinny dick. hits all the right spots though. it’s so pretty y’all. pale all along and a dark pink tip, not very veiny, but curves a little to the left. the tip is generally sensitive, but he’s just extra sensitive. like the moment he slips inside of you and your walls tighten around his tip he’s ready to bust. loves it when you suck on it then blow and it’s all cold, he just full on shivers it’s beautiful. clean shaven, always. before, with, and after an s/o. he just feels so much cleaner and put together, and becomes he adores deep throating, he doesn’t wanna inconvenience his s/o like that. get you a thoughtful guy like megumi <3 

gojō satoru

i hate this man. he’s like a 7.2 inches and acts like he’s 10 inches. but to be fair, he really does know how to use it. it’s a little tanner than the rest of his body, which is suspicious. do you tan your dick gojō? knowing him he probably does. golden, light pink head, and doesn’t curve at all. just like slaps straight up against his stomach. clean shaven, but he does it to like??? prove a point??? it’s pretty, i’ll admit, has some girth to it too. relatively veiny as well, but nothing that stands out too much. oozes out so much precum when he’s aroused, like ok damn???  but trust, he’ll really know how to make you feel good. also, need to add that gojō definitely flexes his dick at you just cause he can. like makes it bob up and down and twitch. hate him. 

ryomen sukuna

okay so i know he technically shares a body with yuuji but for the sake of this analysis. he is— my god, i. good luck like, not dying. 15 inches 8.5 inches? give or take :) so fucking thick, and is a darkish, fair color all along his dick, and is a dark, dark pink/mauve at the head. so fucking veiny, like you can feel it when he’s inside of you. doesn’t shave lol. to be fair, he doesn’t want you to shave either, but like he won’t stop you if you do. don’t expect him to though. makes you deep throat him and pushes your head down and all, the audacity. cums so much it’s scary. if cum inflation was legit it’d be sukuna’s main thing. 

nanami kentō

big, fat, long. all of it. bigger than gojō’s. he’s like a 7.6 inches and god does he put every single inch to use. tip flushes an angry red when he’s properly horny. the way he fucks you feel him in your guts, for real. it’s just so fat, and it fills you up so deep. perfect dick. not clean shaven, but it’s not unnecessarily messy either. he likes making you cream around him and marveling at that ring of cum around his cock. and speaking of, he cums so much, and it’s so thick too. anyways. can’t fuck nanami kentō and not cry because of how overwhelmed you are. thank you, moving on. 

getō suguru 

AH. GOD. monster cock. it’s like 8 inches pls. doesn’t he look like an 8 inches. tell me he doesn’t. is that even realistic. who cares? he’s 8 inches. it’s longer than it is thick, though, but trust, you’ll feel him in your guts. flushed, dark, pink head, relatively pale all throughout, and curves a little to the right. never preps you because he’s an asshole i guess? also never shaves, sometimes, if he’s feeling generous, trims, and has a lovely happy trail leading down. dick looks gorgeous when it’s all wet and glossy <333 

inumaki toge 

another insanely pretty dick. like the moment you tug his pants down you just gasp ‘cause wtf it’s gorgeous? very pale, light pink and flushed head, always oozing precum. not veiny at all, and curves to the right. he’s not longer than he is thicker, neither is he thicker than he is longer. justttt right, at 6.4 inches. knows how to use it. angles it perfectly when he’s fucking you. also clean shaven! absolutely! it’s the least he could do, you know. incredible orgasm control to the point that his dick’s always teetering on a purpling head, all for you though <3 

fushiguro toji

another monster cock. like around 7.7/7.8 inches, relatively thick, and another one who’s tip gets a dark red when he’s hard. likes to get himself ready for you by deep throating you and coating his dick with your spit. honestly, in his defense, his dick does look gorgeous like that. not too veiny. there’s one or two that are prominent, maybe. not clean shaven. maybe if you like bully him into doing it something he might. threaten him with no sex! his dick is so hefty and heavy though, like it’s just thangin’ when he’s in sweats. i just know he goes commando. ugh, dilf <3 

[bajablastwrites]

Why are you like this?

Saiki x reader

Reader’s gender isn’t specified

Authors Note: I’m simping for lady d and I’m fixated on saiki. So now we have this thing I wrote at like 4am. Not spellchecked or anything, again I wrote it at 4am

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So we all know saiki plays shitty video games because they’re so ass that no one plays them so he doesn’t get spoilers.

But that’s where you come in. His childhood best friend, with a copy of Resident Evil Village.

You decided to invite saiki over to your house and have him play a game that isn’t complete dog shit for once in his life.

Saiki’s most likely already been spoiled on how it ends, so you have to convince him to just play it anyways since it’s the journey that counts right? There’s no other reasons…..no other reasons at all.

Saiki has a bit of a soft spot for you so as much as he complains about how much of an annoyance and inconvenience you are to him, he’ll still do whatever it is you asked of him. This was no exception, with a simple “You’re gonna play this fucking game, and you’re gonna like it!” He picked up your PS4 controller and started the game.

Depending if you also have powers or not he’ll either know you’re a massive simp for the characters or be completely clueless about it until they’re on screen.

But I’m writing this shit so you don’t have any powers, so he knows you’re already simping up a storm with how loud your thoughts are starting to get as the plot moves on for them to make an appearance.

Can’t say saiki is too surprised— he’s actually kinda amused by this since he’s never really seen you like this before. But he’s also slightly unnerved because it reminds him of Teruhashi’s simps at school.

Since you started a new game for Saiki you already know when your favorite character is going to be on screen, Saiki knows you’ve simped for this character before the game even came out. He thought you got it out of your system, but oh boy he was dead wrong. (And lets say you favorite character is Lady D, I don’t need to explain why— everyone loves her)

As soon as she made an appearance saiki watched you as you made eyes at Lady D. On one hand he’s a bit entertained by your babbling, and racing thoughts but on the other hand he didn’t think you’d be simping even harder for her. So he pauses the game and tells you to calm the fuck down— you don’t but it was worth a try.

He didn’t think it was possible to simp this hard, not even Teruhashi’s fanboys can beat the level of simpary you’re on when it comes to Lady D. He’s actually kinda impressed by that actually.

Gameplay went smoothly, with him occasionally telling you to calm down. He’s totally not salty that a fictional character gets such a big reaction out of you, your thoughts are just so loud that he can’t focus that’s all.

Conversation with saiki went something like this: “I simped for Lady D as a joke when the game wasn’t even out yet, but I don’t think It’s a joke anymore.” “You don’t say.”

He’ll never admit the burning feeling in his gut that’s been getting worst as he progressed. He can literally do everything she can do— minus the whole turning into a dragon part but other than that he can do it all and more! So why aren’t you like that with him! No he’s not jealous or salty or anything of that sort— he just doesn’t get why you’re so attached to that she-beast instead of an all seeing powerful psychic that’s right next to you.

Man’s has never been so happy to have a boss fight in his life. Basically did a speedrun on her boss fight because he was jealous. He’ll never admit it out loud and he’s taking that to his grave.

He’s never been so happy to visit The Duke and sell shit to him in his life— until he sold the Lady D crystal and heard you agree with The Duke’s comment and then remembered why he doesn’t like her-.

He pretty much milked Donna’s section with the fetus as a way of getting back at you. He enjoyed you clinging to him and begging him to get in the elevator and enjoyed the moment even more when it the elevator doors were slowly closing as the fetus was SO close to making it into the elevator. He even made a comment about going back to the recent save he made just to replay that part. That damn sadist.

Moreau reminded him of Nendo so he tried to finish his section as fast as he could so he could move on to the next lord.

If you’re a Heisenberg simp as well you bet your ass Saiki got salty about that as well. He didn’t understand, he can lift any object with telekinesis and it doesn’t have to be made of metal. But you never gush about him like that, what gives >:(!

He’ll admit that he did enjoy the game despite having the ending spoiled and you simping for pretty much all of the characters. He’ll never admit to anyone— not even to himself that he wishes you’d simp for him even a lil. Preferably in private as to not draw attention.

Which is exactly what you do, as a joke— it’s a joke I promise, he’s your best friend so of course you’ll mess with him like that.

He acts annoyed and disgusted with you but he loves it. Especially because he knows that it won’t be a joke anymore— in the near future that is ;)

[killingitreservoirdogsstyle]

OMG!!!! I am so excited in regards to your update! My first smiths request from you, if you’re willing….could I get an HC of what sex would be like with Mr. Orange? If not, I totally understand! 🌸

I’m glad you had a good birthday! ♥️

Hi again, anon!! Thank you so much for your kindness! How are you doing today? And I am absolutely willing to do this request, its perfect! I might be a little less detailed than other writers at first because I'm so new, which I hope isn't an inconvenience in any way. But yes, I would love to do this! Oh god, I'm blushing right now for some weird reason, probs because I'm going to show my inner simp on the Internet, lmfao. Y'all have been warned, oh my god. Anyways, let's get right into the smut!!

Quick note, for people who are triggered by smut, please don't read this, I don't want to offend or hurt you in any way. And minors DO NOT INTERACT, if I catch you, I will block you! You have been warned!

FANDOM: Reservoir Dogs

GENRE: Requested headcanons, smut!

SYNOPSIS: You are Mr. Orange's gender neutral s/o in a romantic relationship with him, and you see his sexual side come out.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Smut, swearing, implied sex, romantic relationship, and me being stupid and awkward!

Orange is actually one of the sweeter fucks in regards to the Dogs, certainly the most selfless lover of the gang. He doesn't push you around, tease you too badly, or subject you to anything you deem to be out of your comfort zone. Honestly, he's a real cinnamon bun about it. He just loves you, and is so grateful that you two even have a sex life together. So of course he won't force you into anything you don't like.

Let me say though that his kindness does not translate into him being less horny than the others. Nope, his libido is just as through the roof as theirs is, if not more so because he's the youngest of the group. His stamina is formidable, he's like a bucking and kicking colt, bred to race.

However, I reiterate that he won't push you into sex just because of his horniness. A relationship is built on respect, which he understands applies to everything you two do. Freddy isn't about to violate your trust or love for a moment, not even a millisecond.

I hope that it's okay for me to insert a quick little smutty headcanon here that is kind of off topic, but I wanted to add it so badly. Plus, it actually fits Orange very well. I'm not sure if any of you are on TikTok or not ( I'm not, I just watch clips online from it ), or if you guys keep up with trends, but there was a hilarious series of videos where girlfriends/boyfriends would walk out naked on their lovers to pull them away from their video games. You do the same thing to Freddy, which obviously benefits the two of you in more ways than one, ha ha.

Moving on though, typically sex comes after a long period of foreplay through making out and teasing each other. He's so tender, kissing you with all his gusto and hands roaming free across your body. He loves the feeling of you under him, pinned below at his mercy. And you love it too, touching him without restraint too.

Laying on the sofa in your apartment, you two are right in the middle of kissing. Both your shirts lay discarded on the floor, his sweats hanging low around his waist, and your jeans unbuttoned. He groans when you clamp your hands on his ass, his bulge pressing against your crotch taut and rock-hard. Grunts and groans spill from his lips, curses pouring out.

After you two get off the remainder of your clothes off, you don't hesitate to get right into the actual dirty deed.

He's a great lover, rowdy, playful, like an excited puppy. His thrusts are deep, a little stabby, but calculated and controlled for both of your pleasure.

Freddy always tries to make sure that you're in as much bliss as he is, putting your pleasure above his first. You always cum first, he makes sure of it, and then he follows suit.

I swear to you the noises that come out of his mouth are unholy and filthy. He's animalistic, almost a completely different person.

" Ohh fuck, Y/N... God baby, just like that..."

" Goddamn it, you're sooo tight..."

" Ah, Jesus Christ, Y/N! Look at what you're doing to me, shit..."

" Yeah, you like that? Tell me, tell me how much you like it when I'm fucking you like this..."

He's a king of aftercare and I won't hear otherwise! After you two are finished, he will run you a bath if you need it, grab you a soda or some chips, and then pull you close in a warm cuddle. The blankets create a sort of cocoon for you two, soft and toasty for your naked bodies. He kisses your head, praising you and complimenting you the whole while. As you two fall into sleep, you take each other's hands and let yourselves be together.

I'm sorry these were so short and I hope that these were okay for my first smut post on this blog. Thank you so much for your request anon, I super appreciate your continued support! Have a great Easter weekend all of you, if you celebrate it, and stay tuned for more posts!

[astaroth1357]

More undateables with a demigod hades mc???

By request, have yourself a part two!! 

Demigod MC Series: Hades Pt. 2 (Un)Dateables Edition!

I will ask that y’all please don't ask for continuations of other gods unless I say it’s okay to do again. This series already fills my inbox something fierce and this is a one-off that I allowed for during the request window.  If I have to make ideas for new gods while continuing a bunch of old MCs, it'll burn me out fast...

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2

Diavolo

Oh, he has no problem at all hosting a child of the Underworld, hell he even throws them a welcome banquet when he finds out! Hades is a dear friend - and practically a parental figure to him growing up - so he's more than happy to take in one of his children for a year.

Diavolo is actually one of the few people that the MC can talk to about their home with any kind of fondness. Usually when they bring up things like the comforting wailing of the River Coctyus, the brothers will give them weird looks... but Diavolo knows where they're coming from!

He spent numerous summers in the Underworld growing up doing things like pestering Charon on the River Styx or playing games with Cerberus (the other one) in the Asphodel Meadows... His beach house is actually modeled after his childhood summer home in the Isles of Paradise! Really, it can be a lovely place if the gloom doesn't bother you!

So in the spirit of his fond memories, Diavolo really tried to make their time in the Devildom a fun one!... in his maybe trying a little too hard way…  

Poor MC found themselves offered pretty much everything under the moon… Tickets or exclusive passes to different cultural events/festivals, invitations to gala events, and tours of nearly every inch of Hell by the Prince himself - it was… it was a lot for the poor introverted thing…

It didn’t help that Diavolo would have a hard time gauging if they were having any fun due to their naturally melancholic nature, which only pushed him to try harder… He means well, he does. He’s just not the most in touch with what would make an anti-social doom child happy...

It took Barbatos and Lucifer stepping in for the mortal to actually start getting some much needed space and that improved their experience significantly. Sometimes less is more, Dia… Less is more. But they appreciate his efforts anyway.

Barbatos 

Also has a pretty amicable relationship with the Ruler of the Underworld, though his is much more professional compared to Diavolo’s. He actually has a good deal of appreciation for the man for taking good care of the Prince during his visits, so he sees this as an opportunity to return the favor.

Like Diavolo, he’s rather focused on making sure the MC is having a good stay in the Devildom, but he’s much more subtle about it. He’ll come by the House often to check up on them and make sure everything is to their liking... 

Even the brothers notice that he treats them like anothering visiting Lord/Lady in that way, which he would argue they very much are and should be respected as one. It’s the least the Devildom can offer their father at this point.

His visits may also be an excuse for keeping an eye on the brothers to make sure they don’t do anything to inconvenience their “young guest…” To be honest, the entire House is a little paranoid about that… Nobody wants to know the punishment for hurting MC if Barbs is the one dishing it out...

Apart from watching out for them, Barbatos tries to encourage the MC to accept the Young Lord’s gifts (while also actively advising Diavolo to go easier on them at the same time). It would be so disheartening to him if his Prince feels like he hasn’t offered them the best experience that he could… He’s sure they understand.

Any time that he invites the MC to tea, they usually end up talking about their father in some way. Barbs knows a surprising amount about the god… He’s been around about as long as Chronos - preceding the birth of Aether and Chaos themselves - so he has some stories to tell.

The MC did once ask him why he doesn’t just run everything if he’s really been around for so long... his answer was: “Kings and their kingdoms will rise and fall… Worlds upon worlds are born, then cease to be. But time is what brings about all changes… So, I think I’m perfectly content with the power I possess. Wouldn’t you be?” 

Annnd they never asked Barbs another question like that again… and people think death is scary… 

Simeon 

He was honestly a little worried for their new companion for quite a while… It’s not like there’s never any sadness in the Celestial Realm or anything, but they seem to have something else entirely…

He’s heard stories about the Underworld. He’s never been himself, that’s usually a job for the Seraphim due to the… dreary nature of the place - but he’s heard it would make the Devildom look downright festive…

If he were being honest, he had half expected the MC to be obsessed with skeletons, ghosts, and other elements of darkness but that wasn’t the case. They certainly knew a lot about those things, but they appeared to have a healthy interest in the afterlife in general, so they asked him a lot of questions about the Celestial Realm, angels, and how the souls of the blessed are treated up there… It was surprising to say the least.

Of course he did the same and, frankly, Simeon found it incredibly wasteful that so many Greek followers find themselves just wasting away in a field of nothing for so long… but that’s neither here nor there.

He was also surprised by how gentle of an influence the MC ended up being on Luke as well. He had always suspected that the little angel just needed a bridge between him and Devildom to start finding appreciation for it, and the MC fit that bill perfectly - nothing he was used to, but still approachable enough to make everything less frightening. He thanks them a great deal for that… but...

It’s just that… Well they’re just so… depressing sometimes…! He doesn’t want to blame them because it hardly seems like their fault! They’re a very kind person, it’s just an atmosphere around them… It brings him to tears if he isn’t careful…

He’s invited the MC to Purgatory Hall on multiple occasions to chat and try to make them smile… When they do, the gloom is dispelled - even just a little - and they’re a truly beautiful creature regardless. It’s just so unfortunate that their life brings so much sadness...

Even so, he actually likes the MC enough to consider basing a character on them if he ever wrote another book. Something about a gloomy but sweet protagonist at home in a world of darkness sounds appealing… doesn’t it?

Luke

He didn’t know how to feel about the MC when they met. At first, he actually thought they were just as unhappy as he was to be there due to how depressed they looked but when they told him that wasn't true, he was really confused...

The Devildom is a dark, brutish, and dangerous place. Why would anyone feel at home down here??

But… well… He would spend time with them at RAD between breaks (partially to help scare off their many, many demonic suitors) and it might be weird to say, but they really made the Devildom look beautiful… literally.

The world just looks better when they’re around! It’s really hard to describe because it’s not something you notice much until they leave, but when the MC is around everything looks more vibrant and inviting! The grass gets greener, flowers grow bigger, and butterflies/birds hover around wherever they are like they have their own gravity - the realm loves them!

It started getting hard for Luke to hang onto his disdain for the place when they made it look so appealing… And then they started talking to him about the Underworld and the creatures they’d befriended there… creatures a lot worse than any demons he’d seen there...

Like. If the MC can be good friends with a bunch of rude walking corpses, then he could probably make friends with a demon right? There’s nice ones… kind of… 

Beel. He can make friends with Beel.

Like Simeon, he does feel bad that they seem so sad all the time… but unlike the older angel, he’s a bit more understanding that this is just how they are and enjoys his time with them regardless. (It helps a lot that just being around this little bean of a boy can lift their spirits anyway).

And you know what’s even better for him? When Lord Diavolo gives the MC tickets to things that they don’t want to go to, sometimes they’ll invite him along or give them to him instead! 

He’s gone to the Devil’s Coast with MC and Simeon sooo many times by now and he loves it!! Maybe the Devildom isn’t so bad after all, I mean, it can be a lot of fun when you go to the right places, anyway.

Solomon

Oh, he finds them both deeply fascinating and utterly terrifying - so just his sort of test sub-er, person!

He kids (somewhat), Solomon isn’t that dumb/lacking in self-preservation instinct. Experimenting on a child of death in a land of the dead (even if it’s not their “home turf”) would be asking for trouble. They’d have more than enough ammunition to fight him off and if their father found out? Immortality wouldn’t even begin to save him...

That being said, questions aren’t necessarily experiments… and oh boy, does he have a lot of them.

If the MC isn’t being pestered by Diavolo or the brothers, then they’re probably having to put up with Solomon nipping at their heels trying to get them to use their powers or answer all sorts of “innocent” scientific questions…

“MC, reanimation of Greek dead requires a blood offering, correct? Do you have to sacrifice animals for that process or do you allow them to feast on your own?”

“MC, when you’re controlling a skeleton do you move the body as a whole or do you have to animate each individual bone due to their lack of ligaments?”

“Think fast!! Oh look, you just caught the skull of my good friend, Richard! Could you bring him back from that, or should I fetch the rest of him?” 🙂

They put up with it because, believe it or not, he’s not nearly the weirdest person they’ve ever met (a lot of crazy people drift in and out of the land of the dead…) and well… they’re a pretty lonely person too so it’s not like they have a lot of standards when it comes to friendships anyway.

But the second they breathe a word of this to Barbs or Diavolo, this boy is on his way to a royal restraining order… Where does he even get those skulls…?

[peppermint2d]

Gorillaz Headcanons: When they fight with their s/o

Can't forget ma boi ace 🥰 Slightly NFSW with Murdoc, but not graphic, only a mention, that bit is under the keep reading

Stuart 2D Pot

holds everything in and doesn't verbalize it at all

One day, at the slightest inconvenience, he blows up, immediately regrets becoming mad and then falls into a depressive episode

it takes quite a lot of persuading to get him to open up about what happened

he lists everything that caused him to get upset, but he can't remember most of it, but you know he must have been under a lot of stress to get him to that level

it's not even a fight really since there isn't anything to fight about, he's just too upset about everything and nothing

it is a one-sided yelling sesh, but you have learned that the anger is not directed at you, it is just what has been building up over time

when he starts yelling, he stutters too much to get anything out anyway

after some time he cools down and you're finally able to properly talk about it and calm him down

he cries while you do this

he is an ugly crier

he gets really embarrassed by his actions and hates the fact that you had to see that side of him

2D needs a s/o who can handle his emotions for him

Murdoc

would probably commit a crime in response, or something equally aggressive

if he ever slows down and sobers up he would hate his life because he sees how he has become his father

when this happens, you always find him on the balcony, smoking and trying not to cry

he will lie to you about being fine and will gaslight you when you confront his feelings

Normally when you fight, it blows up quickly into a huge fight

And after he storms off and calms down, THEN

you revenge fuck, which is his way of apologizing since he will never say sorry out loud

Murdoc needs a s/o who can meet him in anger

Russel Hobbs

stops you exactly when he gets upset

he sits you down and has the discussion, not lecture, right there

literally the epitome of a healthy relationship

works really hard to resolve the issue

When he's messed up, he'd listen to your problems, apologize, and try to do better. When it's the other way around, he expects the same from you

he never blows up at you and understands the importance of communication

he also masks his emotions, only shows enough to get his point across

every so often, he needs a period of isolation to cool off, since after Del was removed from his body and he spent that time alone, he learned how important it was for him to be able to have alone time

One time, he got really upset and he raised his hand to hit you like how he hits Murdoc or 2D, but then he IMMEDIATELY stopped

he apologized for days, hating the habit he learned from the band

he would distance himself from you until you cornered him and told him that it was fine, he didn't do anything

consent king

Russel needs someone who is willing to be open and talk

Noodle

fights with Noodle usually start with her yelling, but as soon as you start crying, she will too

she will try to one-up you by yelling louder and trying to assert dominance

you let Noodle dominate the situation just to placate her

but once she is done with the tough act, she will break down too

it deescalates so fast though

always has to think she has won the fight

everyone knows that you're actually the one in control of the relationship, but they all pretend like Noodle is to make her happy

after the fight, Noodle would apologize and everything would go back to normal

you two literally only fight for like 20 minutes at most

Noodle needs someone who is willing to let her take control

Ace Copular

hates confrontation

he will try to brush it off and avoid it

he becomes so passive-aggressive that you have to call him out on it

which he HATES

you have to block all exits since he will try to run away from his problems

when you don't hear from him in a day, you know something is up

you think he is super mad and he feels terrible because he literally didn't know how to face his issue

the whole thing always starts over something small, like you left your burnt waffle in the toaster

when he returns, which takes no longer than a day, he apologizes like crazy and brings you so many gifts

so many gifts

he would do this whole apology ritual and you would have no clue why

then he would finally open up about his week and what happened to make him get mad and leave

immediately after talking about his feelings, he would apologize since he doesn't want to be a burden

you literally do this whole routine every couple of weeks, and he still apologizes for talking it out

Ace NEEDS someone who is patient with him, doesn't doubt his loyalty, especially when he disappears, and can write cards for the both of them since he cannot spell

[jungwonenthusiast]

Hey! I saw that you wanted me to specify my ask a bit I'm so sorry for being so inconvenient! No.14 from your prompt list with sub! sunghoon and fem!reader where sunghoon is saying the quote... I hope this was clearer than the other one hehe

A/N: not inconvenient at all! Just wanna make it perfect for u :) 

Warnings: slight angst, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, hair pulling, degradation

Word count: 1.6 k

You tug roughly on his arm and pull him into his room.

“Geez, where’d all this attitude come from?” he raises an eyebrow.

“What do you think?” you huff.

He shrugs, still not giving you the time of day.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms. “Is this that much fun to you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act so aloof, you’re not as slick as you think you are Park Sunghoon.” you say and his eyes widen a bit. You never call him Sunghoon, let alone his surname too. “If you think that girl is so pretty why don’t you go fuck her?”

“So I can’t compliment other girls now?” he says but he knew what he was doing. Sunghoon had dommed throughout most of your relationship and he secretly wanted to switch things up. And since he’s too much of a fool to ask like a normal person, he decided to get a rise out of you instead.

“You know it’s not just that,” you groan. “How would you feel if I started grinding up on Heeseng and telling him how handsome he is.”

“She and I didn’t even touch!” he exclaims. 

“It doesn’t matter!” you argue. A moment of silence passes before you push on his shoulder. “Get on the bed.”

“What?” he says, trying to conceal his smile.

“Get on the fucking bed.” you order and he eagerly obeys, anticipating your every move.

You straddle him and hold his face in your hands. “So pretty. Too bad you don’t know how to behave.”

He gives you a knowing half smile and you kiss him. He sits there basking in your dominating presence with one arm around your waist and the other keeping himself propped up.

“Did you think I’d find that cute?” you ask him.

“Maybe a little.” he smugly remarks.

You tug his hair back and he whimpers.

“Watch your mouth.” you say before attaching your lips to his neck.

He smiles again, loving the pain.

You suck a hickey into his skin intentionally in a spot where everyone will be able to see it. His makeup artist is gonna be pissed, you think.

You hastily tug his hoodie off and stop for a moment to admire his figure. You notice him cave in, getting a bit flustered.

“Why are you acting all shy? You were so big and bad just a moment ago.” you tease and he looks away sheepishly.

You sit on him so that your core is right on top of his hard on. You kiss him passionately while gently rocking your hips against his.

He whines into your mouth and you smirk.

“What’d you think you’d get out of putting on a show like that?” you ask and he shrugs. You grab his jaw. “Answer.”

“I wanted you to-” he stumbles on his words. “Take control of me.”

You smirk. “So this is exactly what you wanted huh.”

He smiles cutely and you shake your head, chuckling. “I’ve fallen right into your trap. It’s fine, I don’t wanna get out anyway.”

His breathing becomes more labored as you continue to grind on him.

“Please,” he exhales. “I need it.”

“Need what?” you tease.

“Need you to fuck me.” he begs.

“Do you deserve it though?” you tilt your head and he looks at you in defeat. “I don’t think you do sweetheart.”

His hand moves from your waist to your hips then to the buttons of your jeans. “Can I touch you?” he asks and you nod.

He quickly pulls your jeans off and pulls you so that your back is against his chest. He slips his fingers into his mouth before sliding them into your underwear. You moan as his slick fingers circle your clit. Your head drops back onto his shoulder and he takes that opportunity to kiss your neck and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

“You’re so wet, did I get you like this?” he teases and you nod.

He caresses your hair while slowly pushing two elegant fingers inside of you. You whine and grip at his forearm.

He begins to pump in and out of you, curling his fingers up every time to hit your sweet spot. He smiles as you writhe in his arms.

“Fuck don’t stop.” you whimper.

“You’re so pretty.” he says. 

His free hand moves to massage your chest and pinch your nipples under your shirt. You run your hands up and down his legs, squeezing every now and then to let know you were enjoying yourself, as if your sultry moans weren’t enough.

You reach behind you to hold the back of his neck and your legs begin to tremble.

“Cum for me please.” he begs.

Your hips begin to twitch but he holds you down, keeping you in his arms as pure bliss rushes through your body.

You whimper softly as you come down from your high, your breathing heavy and your thighs shaking.

Sunghoon kisses the top of your head then tips your head back to kiss your neck. “I love you.” he whispers and you smile.

“Really?” you ask and he cocks a brow.

“Of course.” he says.

You shift to straddle him. “I think you’re gonna hate me after how many times I edge you.”

He goes beet red.

You unbutton his jeans and throw them on the floor along with his Calvins.

You align yourself up with him before slowly sinking down. You both moan in relief.

He whimpers and holds your waist tight. “So wet,” he sighs into your neck.

You knock his chin up and stroke his cheek. “My pretty boy, taking this pussy so well. Does it feel good?” you coo and he nods eagerly. You squeeze around him and he moans with a smile, flashing his vampire canines.

He pulls you flush against him and rests his forehead on your shoulder, overwhelmed by the pleasure. You run your fingers through his hair.

“Pull it.” he says.

“Hm?” you’re caught off guard by his sudden request.

“Pull my hair please.” he asks you sweetly.

You do so, tugging it so that his head snaps back. The sound he lets out is the best thing you’ve ever heard in your life.  

He knows better than to thrust up into you but you can tell that he wants to.  

“Fuck,” he groans, his head dropping back and exposing his adams apple. You lean down to kiss it.

“You feel so good,” he says lowly. “Please don’t stop.”

You continue to roll your hips over his as he whines under you, and eventually his breathing becomes labored.

He lets out shaky moans into your neck and right before he’s about to cum, you pull off of him. You almost feel bad, but his pretty sounds make it worth it.

You pepper kisses all over his face and shoulders. “You’re doing so good sweetheart.”

You give him a few seconds before sinking back down on him.

“Fuck yes,” he moans. But his pleasure is cut short and you continue to edge him until he’s on the brink of tears.

“I’m sorry y/n, I won’t do it again I promise just please let me cum.” he begs. His cheeks are flushed pink and he looks so utterly desperate and adorable you could die.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?” you tsk and he nods.

“I have I promise,” he says to you hopelessly. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

You squeeze lightly around his throat and sink down for the final time onto his cock. It only takes one clench of your pussy to have his mouth parting and letting out long and dragged out whimpers.

You stroke his hair as he releases into you. “Good boy,” you purr.

When he’s done and his heart rate has returned back to normal you begin to bounce on him again.

He hisses. “Wait wait,”

“What?” you cock your head. “I’m not done yet.”

He braces himself and whimpers into your neck. He’s still hard though which gets you a little cocky.

“You can do it puppy,” you kiss his cheek. “You’ve been good for this long.”

He lets out a whine every time you bounce on him.

He reaches down to rub your clit while kissing your chest.

“Fuck,” you exhale. “Don’t stop.”

Of course he doesn’t. He’d travel to the moon and back if it’d make you happy.

Your knees begin to give out and before you know it, he’s flipped you onto your back and is pounding into you like a fucking pornstar.

You cry out, clinging onto his back and digging your nails into his skin.

“Please cum for me,” he kisses your neck. “I want you to feel good.”

He watches as your face and body react to the euphoria he’s giving you. Your pussy squeezing around him as you climax.

“God you’re beautiful.” he says as your thighs shake around his waist.

You pull him against your chest and he continues to gently thrust into you. He kisses all over your cheeks, neck, and shoulders as you come down from your high.

He pulls out of you and watches as his cum drips out of your cunt.

He kisses your knee. “Do you forgive me now?”

You shake your head. “Not at all.”

“Why?” he chuckles.

“Because there are better ways to get my attention than being a slut.” you say and he blushes.

He lowers his head and kisses up from your stomach to your lips. “I’m sorry y/n.”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes and he giggles.