#are reincarnations real? please tell me so i fucking need that

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girl help im having autism thoughts in language class

[rhiaarrow]

Hello, hello! The Ghostie with the penchant for long rambling walls of text here to give her unwarranted two cents on the current disagreement between the Tubblings and the Crows!

I'm offering my take as a purely unbiased outsider

(Yes, us Ghosties may be married to the Tubblings but when I first joined the Qsmp Fandom I was a Crow and a Crow only, before I died and became a Ghostie. Thus, while I like both qTubbo and qPhil I don't watch either of them often, ergo unbiased :D )

who has no real reason to attempt to villainise or place either character on a pedestal because to put it bluntly, they are not my cubito.

Without further ado I will begin my ramble.

Today's ramble of course comes with the disclaimer that with me not being a qTubbo or qPhil main there may be areas of their character that I'm not aware of since I don't watch every single one of their streams! Feel free to correct me on literally anything you think I've mischaracterized about your main just please be understanding that nothing is done with malicious intent! :)

I'm not attempting to paint either character as a villain in this ramble, I'm just publishing this in hopes to allow each community to understand that neither cubito is perfect and that's okay!

Okay! For anyone missing context; the current disagreement began when Tubblings expressed feeling happy that Chay was able to be a kid around qTubbo as opposed to being serious with qPhil then the Crows reminded the Tubblings that qTubbo is also attributing to Chay's hero complex through him acting as Chay's egg and asking Chay to protect him. Which has caused both sides to instinctively protect their cubito and is causing arguments within their communities.

As a Ghostie who is more than willing to write 1000 words to raise awareness, and is frankly sick of infighting within the QSMP fandom (it's why I left twitter, please don't bring it here 🫠) I figured I'd try to help 'squash the beef' if you will.

Polite discussions about cubito conflict is fine, going for each other's throats over character takes...yeah let's not do that! :D

Firstly, everyone has to recognize that Chayanne has an almost toxic hero complex. He's had it since the beginning of the server and while neither qPhil or qTubbo is doing it on purpose they are BOTH feeding into it!

He has an overwhelming urge to protect others with no regard for his own safety or wellbeing at times. In the beginning it only extended to eggs. As the older sibling he had a sense of responsibility over them, which was cute! But now it's borderline toxic although it's become so normalized as such a core part of Chayanne's character that no one recognizes it's no longer a healthy mindset.

Now Tubblings can make the defense that qTubbo isn't being entirely serious or that he doesn't truly expect Chay to put his life on the line for him but I watched him look Chayanne in the eyes and BLAME HIM FOR NOT PROTECTING 'HIS EGG'.

Even if that was immediately reincarnated qTubbo who was a little fucked up in the head, even if he no longer fully blames him, even if qTubbo was joking at the time, he looked that kid dead in the eyes and told him it was his fault. Tell me again how qTubbo isn't unintentionally feeding his complex?

Yes qTubbo allows Chay a more carefree space away from his overwhelming need to protect his younger sister and a space to be more relaxed.

Yes qTubbo is joking about a lot of things and a lot of the out of pocket shit he says isn't intended to be taken completely seriously.

BUT you cannot fully disagree with the Crows when they say that qTubbo feeds the complex too. BECAUSE HE DOES, JUST NOT ON PURPOSE THE SAME AS qPHIL!

qPhil is so used to his son being the strong warrior that he doesn't realize that that character trait is actively damaging his son's mental state. His attention is divided between Chay and Tallulah and since Tallulah is more open to talking about her issues he often isn't as attentive to Chay.

Is that a bad thing? Yes!

Is it intentional on qPhil's part? No!

Is it something the Crows need to recognize that qPhil does which unintentionally allows his son to continue to struggle with his hero complex? Yes!

qPhil loves his son unconditionally AND qPhil feeds Chayanne's hero complex are two statements that can and do coexist

qTubbo let's Chay be more of a child AND qTubbo feeds Chayanne's hero complex are two statements that can and do coexist

And as long as both the Crows and Tubblings are willing to understand that neither cubito is perfect and THERE'S NO USE FIGHTING OVER PIXELS then we're good!

- Sincerely a Ghostie who just wants to try to bring understanding between the two fandoms by utilizing her rambling skills!

AGAIN, any severe mischaracterization you feel I may have included is unintentional and feel free to correct anything you feel like I'm misconstruing, they're not my main cubitos so there may be somethings that qTubbo or qPhil mains find to be untrue to the source

HOWEVER if you're gonna call me out for mischaracterizing a character simply because I'm bringing up their flaws and you can't accept a character has flaws, kindly fuck right off :D

[weeeeeekly]

quarter life crisis – ot5 tomorrow x together x afab!reader

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blurb !!! Reincarnation can bring soulmates together despite their time apart. Being a huge fan of TOMORROW X TOGETHER helped you get through the struggles of entering early adulthood. You would thank them personally if you ever could but when you possibly get the chance it’s more than what you could ever hope for.

info !!! txt are still idols, reincarnation au, soulmates au, polyamory, throuple²… they’ll all eventually date each other, mc has mental health struggles, universe assigned lactose intolerance, team no kids, glasses wearer, lives in the middle of fuck nowhere but still a city (just go with it), pet names used are “our love” and princess, & not edited.

wc: 2.6k

WARNINGS !!! NSFW, MDNI, 18+, extremely self-indulgent, soft yandere!txt, mentions of mental health & self-harm (nothing graphic) for entire series

author’s note !!! This is fiction!!! this is made up!!! I do not condone breaking in, stalking, and other ulterior motives to get close to someone you are romantically interested in.

why are there not more ot5!txt x fem/afab or gender-neutral reader… mandatory note that i do not think txt act like this in real life. I also cannot come up with a blurb for the life of me, so please peep the info tags.

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CHAPTER SEVEN

(extra warning for fear of open water)

The rest of your week consisted of getting to know each of the members on an individual level.

The next day after your heart-to-heart with Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Kai, you had to head back to work the next day.

“Don’t go.” Kai complains, stretching the “o” out and hugging you tighter to his body.

“I have to. I don’t want to be unemployed.”

Yeonjun takes a sip of water from the doorframe, “Kai, let our love go. I’ll walk you to your car.”

After bargaining with Kai that you’ll hangout with just him tomorrow – and a quick use of the nickname “Hyuka” – you change for work in the bathroom, drink your usual iced matcha latte made by Taehyun, and say your goodbyes with your arm intertwined with Yeonjun’s.

“Thanks for walking me to my car.”

“It’s an excuse to spend alone time with you.”

Both of you get into elevator, Yeonjun tries to push the button, but it’s not working. Yeonjun gives you a forced chuckle as he hits the button again. Nothing. And then the open button for the doors that won’t open.

“You’re joking.” You deadpan as the lights go out in the elevator.

“I’m going to be so late to work.” You shoot a quick text to your boss as Yeonjun presses the emergency call button.

“Should I text the guys that we’re stuck?”

Just as you finish your sentence you hear Beomgyu call out, “I’LL SAVE YOU, OUR LOVE!”

The next 20 minutes is spent with Yeonjun telling you a story from their trainee days as Beomgyu and Kai take turns trying to open the elevator doors like they’re Spider-Man. Once you two are saved by the fire department, Yeonjun still walks you to your car via the apartment’s staircase. You get into your car but before you can close the door, Yeonjun bends down to kiss you on the cheek.

“Have a good day at work.”

Miraculously, you’re only 5 minutes late to work and your boss didn’t even notice.

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Wednesday, your favorite day of the week, and your promised day with Kai.

You even make sure to finish our work early so you can leave early to surprise him. You need to get groceries since your fridge and snack corner were getting bare. You hope that Kai won’t think it’s boring and a waste of solo time.

“Any time with you is good!”

The look on Kai’s face makes you want to cry – the look of “As-long-as-we’re-together-I’ll-be-happy” on his angel face makes your knees weak.

“How do you feel about going shopping with me?”

“Let’s go.”

You drive yourself and Kai to the family-owned supermarket that was the greatest thing within the city for the next couple of miles. The next best thing being the airport and the downtown city. You could honestly walk to the store, but you’re not too sure how much you both might buy.

The parking lot isn’t empty, but it’s also not full, so a good amount of people were also grocery shopping. You grab a cart as you open your phone’s notes for your list.

“Grab whatever you need.”

Kai nods as he heads down the aisle as you stop to look for your favorite brand of chips.

Kai can’t believe that he’s doing a mundane task with you again. It takes him back to when you two used to sail to the neighboring island to watch the nurse sharks migrate.

When he looks over to observe you, it’s like you never left. Sure, you don’t look the exact same as you once did, but you’ve kept the same mannerisms and facial expressions. Your manner of speech is almost identical except updated for the current times. Not even the language barrier can bother him or his other soulmates – as long as you stay together with them.

If he puts aside the fact that he’s a member of TXT, and pretends he’s just Huening Kai, it’s like you two are buying groceries as newlyweds for your shared home. The thought of him standing at the altar with his soulmates and looking down the aisle to see you walking towards them.

He needs to sit down.

“Are you okay?” You ask as you look down on him sitting in the middle of the chip aisle.

“Uh, looking for Yeonjun.” He comes up with the excuse as he reaches for a bag of hot fries.

“Good idea. We should surprise them with their favorite snacks.”

The smile on your face as you reach for the bag makes him need to sit down again.

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You power through your tasks at work so you can get home early again to hangout with Beomgyu. As you’re packing up your bag to leave your boss stops you.

“Someone’s in a hurry to leave.”

“Yeah, I’ve got plans with a friend.”

“Oh, a friend.” She winks at you continue packing. “Hopefully this friend can take your mind off ETC.”

“TXT.”

“Right, TXT. See you tomorrow!”

When you arrive at the parking garage, Beomgyu is waiting for you next to your parking spot. When you pull into the spot, you roll down the window to talk to him.

“Um, hey?”

“I want to walk you back.”

“That’s kind of you.”

As you two walk back, hands swinging in almost perfect synchronicity that your hands could touch, Beomgyu holds your hand as he holds the door open for you. Laid out on the table are the snacks purchased yesterday, extra pillows on the couch, and two controllers with the video game’s menu screen ready.

“You played this before?”

“No, I usually play farming games where I can do whatever I want and decorate my character and house.”

“The game is just fighting. Easy to learn.”

The two of you played the video game with Beomgyu winning 4 rounds in a row. You didn’t mind. You got to chill out, eat some snacks, and spend more time with him.

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After heading back to your apartment to sleep, you wake up to Taehyun calling you.

You groggily accept the call, “Hello?”

“Hey, can you get ready in 15 minutes to work out?”

You bolt up from bed, “Yes. See you soon. Bye!”

Hanging up, you rush to your closet to grab the comfiest clothes, the quickest shower ever, change, fill your favorite reuseable water bottle, and greet Taehyun in under 15.

“12… minutes.” You huff out as you try to catch your breath.

“Woah, we haven’t even started working out yet.”

Yeah, because not all of us can be athletically blessed and still look like the reincarnation of a Greek god while doing so.

You force a smile to Taehyun as you stand up. “Let’s just get this workout over with. Please go easy on me.”

“It’ll be an easy workout!”

Easy workout your ass. He made you want to die during stretching, tried to torture you with boxing against him, and made you cuss him out while on the stairmaster.

“I hate this stupid fucking machine.” You glare at Taehyun as he works out.

“It’s not that hard.”

You purse your lips to not make a sexual joke. Honestly, it’s been difficult to not make a multitude of jokes, especially with the fan edits you’ve seen. Many “I bet you are”, “You’re what”, and “I can show you what’s hard” were trapped in your mind.

The rest of the workout wasn’t as terrible since you begged Taehyun to use the remaining time on the treadmill so you could watch videos. You snuck your favorite To Do episode before you two went back to your apartments so you could get ready for work.

You hate to admit it but despite the fire you felt in your legs – you did feel better after working out in the morning. Just slightly.

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You immediately crashed after getting back home from work. You were excited to stay up late and catch up on some tv shows, but the second your head hit the pillow after showering and getting into some cozy pjs, you knocked the fuck out.

You did wake up refreshed the following morning though.

A text notification caught your attention as you were scrolling through your emails.

gc with 6 cuties

            soob 숩 hi do you want to bake with me

            hyuka egg tarts ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

            you i’ll be over in 10

All of these social outings have made you feel like the most popular person on earth. You don’t want to dwell on the thought too much, but this is exactly what you wished for in high school – a group of friends you regularly hung out with. TXT was a friend group you’ve always wished for, but whatever you have with them is more than that. You still can’t wrap your head around how you were reincarnated soulmates, especially since only they held memories of it. It would’ve been a different story if it was vice versa, you wouldn’t have been believed.

Shutting your eyes and breathing out, that doesn’t matter right now. You should be getting ready to bake with Choi Soobin, your friend. Someone that you can confide your thoughts to and feel no judgement. Someone that apologized for not baking cookies for you when he moved in next door.

More than half an hour went by before you knocked on their door. You spent too much time trying to get your hair just right that you gave up before you started crying in frustration. Your outfit was fine, nothing exciting since you couldn’t find the clothes you wanted to wear.

Soobin just smiles at you when he opens the door, dimples on full display. You could write a master’s thesis on how much you love his dimples. Soobin’s whole face in general. When he does the silly one-sided smile to the head tilt with a wink and tongue out.

“Sorry for being late.”

“It’s okay.”

When you walk in, the rest of the guys are out of the apartment. The kitchen counter is full of baking supplies. Soobin ties a pink apron around himself before holding up a matching apron for you.

“Can I?”

You nod as you turn around so he can put the apron on for you. Once he’s done you turn around, “How do I look?”

“Pretty.”

You widen your eyes at him before fixing your glasses, “Thanks.”

“We can bake cookies and egg tarts.”

Soobin baked most of the desserts as you barely served as an assistant. You weren’t complaining as you were too excited to eat the food. You did help measuring the dry ingredients, putting on icing, using the oven, and giving Soobin space in general.

The rest of the guys came home while you two were still baking with Taehyun coming home last when you were letting the desserts cool down. The 6 of you lounge around the living room, eating the desserts when you say the first thought that comes to mind. “I want to be in a pool right now.”

“It’s 10 PM. The pool is closed.”

You sent a smirk to Yeonjun, “So? We can sneak in. We can go after you guys finish eating.”

The next few minutes are spent with everyone quickly scarfing down more desserts before leaving. Kai makes sure to grab some towels. Your little group takes the stairs down to the first floor and take the side door to the apartment complex pool.

Taehyun stops walking, “Wait, we don’t have swim clothes.”

You turn your head over your shoulder, “It’s okay, we don’t need any.”

Taehyun turns to Yeonjun who has his mouth open in shock. Soobin’s ears turn red as Kai stops in his tracks. Beomgyu pushes Kai to keep walking. They don’t want to voice it out loud, but they’re all thinking the same thing.

Are you going to swim naked like they used to in the past.

Once you climb the fence, they hear a splash a few minutes later which causes them to quickly scale the fence.

You’re standing in the shallow end as you wave at them to get in. As they approach the pool ledge, you swim over to them and push yourself up to sit on the ledge. They notice that your clothes are sticking to your figure causing inappropriate thoughts to flood their mind yet again.

You look at Yeonjun as his ears turn red.

“Are you blushing?”

“Am not.”

“Are too!”

You giggle as you tease him and the way your nose scrunches up causes his heart to flip like before. If he squints his eyes – it’s almost like you never left on that damn ship.

Beomgyu goes to pretend to push Yeonjun in, but Yeonjun moves at the last minute and makes him accidentally push you in.

You let out a surprised gasp as you go underwater. When you resurface, your glasses are missing.

“Oh no, my glasses!”

Beomgyu face drops, confusion written on your face as you look around the dimly lit pool.

“I’m so sorry, love. Soobin will help you find them.”

“W-what?” Soobin steps backwards away from the group, shaking his head in protest.

“Just shine your phone flashlight.”

Soobin carefully walks toward the ledge, death gripping his phone. You dive under the water again and resurface with a frown.

In a fraction of a second, Kai rips Soobin’s phone out of his hand as you pull Soobin’s ankle toward you, making him fall in.

Once underwater, you open your eyes to look at Soobin, but even with your shitty vision and the blurriness from the water, you know something is wrong. You reach your hands out to pull Soobin above water.

Even with both of your feet touching the floor, Soobin starts freaking out. He clings to you as you look over to the guys with confusion clearly written on your face.

Soobin keeps muttering something as you try to make sense of what he’s saying.

“It’s my fault.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Soobin, look at me. You’re okay.”

You hold Soobin’s face as he finally makes eye contact with you and regulates his breathing.

“You’re okay. Whatever it is, it’s not your fault.”

“You.”

“Yeah, it’s me. Let’s get you out of the pool.”

Taehyun gets into the pool and helps you walk Soobin out to sit him down in a lounge chair. You sit down next to him as Yeonjun drapes a towel over his shoulders.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask as he shakes his head.

“It’s okay. We should head back to our apartment before we get in trouble.”

“HEY!”

All of your heads comically whip in the direction of the stranger’s shout only to see one of the complex’s security guards waving a flashlight from across the pool, on the other side of the fence.

“Oh shit.”

The 6 of you start running to the door and run up the flight of stairs not stopping until Yeonjun locks the door of their apartment behind you.

“Dammit. I left my glasses in the pool.”

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author's note i drove myself to panera to write this chapter out in an effort to be productive. i'm posting this from panera!! yeah, i definitely cannot keep up a consistent schedule for updating. my bad y'all. i should have just waited until i wrote out the entire story before posting.

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welllll since you're offering to talk about naddpod music, would you mind talking a little about the uses and stuff of Meemaw's Burden? :3 nbd if not, but if it sparks your fancy, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

oh god mee maw's burden. anon. my dear friend. you have no idea how insane uses of this song make me.

okay. so lemme start by saying that mee maw's is only used in bahumia (c1/c3). i think about this choice fucking constantly. you'll discover why shortly.

i'm not going to list out every mee maw's burden use. i could. but i'm not going to. instead, i'm going to point at the fact that the song is called mee maw's burden. we first hear it when mee maw reveals that she's got crick rot to moonshine, and that she's been hiding it from everyone.

and like. jolene is a druid who will live for hundreds and hundreds of years. and lose so many people. she's the matriarch of the crick. she's carrying this so that others don't have to be burdened by it.

and... that's kind of what mee maw's burden is used for. the burden of the living. the burden of the parent. the ones who take things on so that others don't have to. it's... bev sr selling his soul to hell. beverly seeing erlin dead. telaine learning about melora, and breaking down at the end of the fight. "how long do half elves live". calder asking ultrus to make a deal with him.

it's-- mee maw's burden is... living. living when others don't. accepting heavy loads so that others can live on. knowing that you might not, and knowing that you're okay with that. being strong in the face of it, because you have to.

oh! that note i made. about why it not being used in c2 is insane to me. it's because in c2, there's the cycle. of rebirth and reincarnation. the relationship to death and lifespans is different. so... of course it's not used in c2. and of course it is used throughout c1/c3.

also! a fun thing i like to point out is that if you listen to mee maw's burden, and then listen to the song that plays as the boobs talk to melora at the heart of the world in 97 (9:44 in the ad free version), you will notice that the start of the melora song is a variant on mee maw's. enjoy that knowledge. yes, this is the "what an honor, what an injustice" song.

(and, because i'm insane. i did do that thing i said i wasn't gonna do)

campaign 1 uses: (25) mee maw reveals her crick rot (38) joris explains he helped akarot for the sake of the dwarphanage because no one cares about dwarphans (39) jaina and hardwon talk about how they failed gemma (51) the chosen kill everyone at the crick in a flashback (58) bev sr. admits to selling his soul (70) bev finds the field guide on how to defeat his dad (73) bev goes down at akarot's hand (80) bev's flashback to the execution in hell (87) erlin almost has to choose between healing bev and saving red (88) bev sees erlin dead and revivifies him (89) bev and erlin talk about pelor's death (90) bev and egwene talk about erlin being taken (92) moonshine sees pendergreens and paw paw after dying (96) both moonshine telling telaine about melora and telaine breaking down at the end of the fight (98) both pestilence killing balnor and bev defeating qwiksus (99) both telling lucanus about erdan and, of course, "how long do half-elves live"

campaign 3 uses: (7) callie tells the others about her past with stealing the egg and giving it to glen (11) beatrix tells duck team that she's the last of the ruby scale and her dragon has been killed (27) callie goes down in the king durretar fight / king durretar gets his breath weapon back / big bev also goes down / generally shit being real bad in that fight (29) do i need. do i need to tell you when in crown of dreams this is used? (it's calder making a deal with ultrus. it was never not going to be that.) (32) callie disobeys the worm and takes a bunch of damage in order to save hardwon (54) gowan learns about gregor, and tells calder that he can't help because he left and isn't a ranger. "please. we've already lost enough. do not put yourself in a position where i lose another brother."

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(another) continuation for that another plot bunny,,

Part 1 | Part 2

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a bit time-traveling fic of our favorite white hair menace, his three crazy first years students, and the reluctant SIkuna aka hawkuna who just want to rest and enjoy his fourth life without chaos

or

in which i cant stop thinking about the five menaces travelled forward in time to about a year after hawkuna died and got even more confused (and a bit uncomfortable) about sukuna's third life.

this happened after season 1, around late august/early september, so sukuna already spent two months in the past inside yuuji and being trusted Very Reluctantly by megumi and nobara. not yuuji, bcs that pink haired sunshine incarnated trusted SIkuna more, and not gojo, bcs two months are not enough to erase nearly three decades worth of mistrust and apprehension against the King of Curses.

some villain in the future probably has a time-related quirk and SOMEHOW got hold of hawkuna's old feather, and when he (and yuuji) got pulled into the future, the others around him also got pulled bcs they're all near him.

they arrived on a dim-lit old warehouse in a middle of a summoning-like circle, with the villain behind them and, surprise surprise, aizawa and shinsou in front of them. megumi quickly incapacitated the villain while hawkuna yelled at yuuji to switch with him quickly (and yuuji complied which unnerved gojo a bit).

sukuna somehow slide into becoming hawks so smoothly, too smoothly. maybe because he remember being hawks more vividly than being ueno keigo and even sukuna-the-sorcerer, even thought now he has reincarnated as sukuna again. maybe he somehow is more comfortable being human than being a curse.

(but alas, whatever he thought or felt, he is a curse and one day, these sorcerers will kill him for sure. for the survival of itadori yuuji, he will welcome that death. maybe there will be no fifth life for him, and isn't it great to finally rest?)

sukuna : "wait aizawa, shinsou! we're not villains!"

shinsou : "who the fuck are you?"

sukuna, ignoring shinsou bcs he knew his quirk : "aizawa, you still remember protocol TRT, right? this one is TRT situation 02B, you know how to proceed."

aizawa, who regret even leaving his bed this morning : "the fuck did you do, problem child? i thought those protocols are jokes."

sukuna : "one, bold of you to assume that i didn't joke about it, and two, I'M NOT A FUCKING CHILD and not your student either!"

shinsou : "wait, hpsc hidden protocols? they're real?"

sukuna, so done with everything : "yes they're fucking real so can one of you please tell me what year is it now?"

gojo and megumi, having a war flashback : "ugh here we go again."

aizawa : "about a year after your death."

sukuna : "wait aren't you around 50 now? what the fuck are you doing on the field, aizawa?"

shinsou : "he owe me and are you really going to ignore me?!"

aizawa : "it's fine, shinsou, that's definitely hawks. also, i'm not that old."

sukuna : "i know your tricks, shinsou, i help refine some of them. also five years ago you got drunk so bad and complained about your prosthetic, that's why i recommended you as UA's principal."

nobara, so done with everything : "do i have to kill someone to move this conversation to other, more sanitary place?!"

so while aizawa contact hpsc and shinsou took care of the villain, megumi slide closer to hawkuna/yuuji and ask about their power, because they remembered the conversations about curse energy and quirks. gojo, who with his six eyes also saw how curse energy behaved weirdly around the two heroes, as in they pooled behind aizawa's eyes and around shinsou's throat, also very interested with the answers.

sukuna, who knew the two heroes' quirks are public information to some extend : "aizawa can turn off someone's quirks with his eyes, shinsou can brainwash anyone who answer his question. the answers didn't need to be a complete sentence, a simple hum will do."

nobara : "shit, that's powerful as fuck."

soon a big suv arrived and they escort the four time traveler to hpsc side building for interrogation, which sukuna told them if they believe him to be hawks he did remember everything with the exception anything they change after his death, and then he berate the hpsc officer who he also knew about this loophole, and during his rant shinsou laugh because yeah, that's hawks alright.

shinsou : "ah, hawks-senpai, i miss you! life's too dull without you, no one can gang up on bakugou with me like you do."

gojo : "so we knew how hawks like in the past, can you show me hawks in the future like? heard he's some bigshot hero?"

one of the employee then proceed to talk their ears off about hawkuna's accomplishments as japan's top hero and hpsc president, with how he handle the war when he was still 23, how he climb to top 10 before 21, how he protect japan post-war with steadfastness befitting to those with decades more of experience (he did have decades of experience but its not like anyone knew), how even post-retirement he still do good as hpsc president, and even save hundreds of people during a nasty earthquake last year even thought it ended with his death. gojo listened to all of these with ease, masking his disbelief because sukuna, king of curses, a legitimate hero?! that's something, alright.

megumi and nobara also thought those are wild and inaccurate, but then shinsou show them a few videos about hawks saving people. it was very much a mesmerizing and magical sight, because a man, flying? with huge wings, like an angel? sukuna the calamity?

yuuji who saw everything from the inside lamenting about the fact that they didn't have wings now.

sukuna : "shit yeah i miss my wings."

aizawa : "so, you want to tell me about your story and how you came back to life?"

sukuna : "later, i'll wait until everyone arrive. who else did you invite?"

shinsou : "tokoyami obviously, bakugou -because he's the current number one, midoriya -because he's one of the smartest little shit and definitely knew how to handle time travel, todoroki -because you definitely should inform dabi too, miruko -because she will kill me if i dont, hakamata-san and kugo-san because they're basically your parents."

sukuna : "NO THEY FUCKING NOT?! also, how's dabi?"

shinsou : "smooth, man. your husband is alright, still alive and well in prison."

gojo : "you have a husband... AND IN PRISON?!"

yuuji, inside sukuna : "you never tell me?!"

sukuna : "shut up, he's not my husband. and yes, he's a former villain."

nobara then pestered shinsou with more information, while gojo look around the city while contemplating about sukuna being in love with another person. they're in the future, alright, and sukuna didnt lie when he said that in the future curse energy evolve and change humanity. the next few people that came to see hawkuna (and isnt it wild to think that sukuna, the fucking calamity, had friends and co-workers that care about him) are human but more often didnt look like one. hawks intern with a bird head and one of his 'parents' who looks like a fucking killer whale are to name a few.

gojo thought it was wild that hawkuna was short even thought his red wings are magnificent, and then thinking about the possibility of sukuna gained a new set of wings to go with his old body, the tall huge with four arms one. (and if he drooled a bit... well he's still a man and he got a type, ok?!)

when everyone has arrived, sukuna finally told them his story (but not that detailed). how his life as takami keigo aka hawks is not his first but his third, and how his second life as sukuna-the-sorcerer and sukuna the king of curses made him feel very guilty he resolve to save a lot of people after becoming a hero, how he did remember a lot as sukuna and his first life, how when he died he thought that's it but it seems like his life as sukuna hasn't finish yet. he woke up around june 2018 inside yuuji becase the boy they currently see is his vessel, and he foolishly ate one of his finger in which contain his power and soul. he ended his tale with how, one day in 2018, he walk around tokyo with these three and yanked into the future ("definitely not our fault!") and when they checked, the villain did has a time-related quirk and one of his old feather.

tokoyami : "so you became a hero... to atone?"

midoriya : "i think you have done more than enough, hawks-senpai."

sukuna, laughing hysterically : "you don't understand, brat. havent some of you heard about Sukuna? The Disgraced One, the God of Calamity? i was more of a monster than fucking All for One, brats, even thought my reign of terrors are only a few years rather than two centuries like him. how can you scale human lives that was lost during those years? i destroyed hundred thousands of humans, killed them without mercy and even guilt, and you think my atonement as hawks was enough?"

miruko : "yes, fuckface. i didn't know you a thousand years ago, but i knew you for more than two decades. you're a hardworking, caring hero who would rather shouldered all of japan's problems by yourself instead of asking for our helps because you don't want to 'shrink from your duty'. you will say it gruffly, but then you will ruffled your kohai's and employees hair and told them to take care of themselves first, like a fucking hypocrite."

shouto : "we're all there when you passionately defend my brother, a villain who had killed hundred of civilians. you told them about second changes, about how his descend into madness is also a responsibility of a lot of people and not only himself, how our parents, teachers, everyone around us, and society has failed my brother so badly he went mad, but he's not at the point of no return. he can still be helped, and he did get better after you made sure he got the chance to be better."

bakugou : "you must have your own fucking reason about those actions, dipshit, and i had read about heian period, those years are fucking sucks, right?"

hakamata : "you said it yourself, some villains are made, not born, because our society is not and never perfect. but that doesn't mean we can't help those who can and want to be helped, and rehab them into being a better person. you definitely the perfect example of that. instead of becoming one of the most dangerous villain, you became one of japan's best hero."

gojo and his students, who were quiet the whole time, keep thinking about it. if these people, who had been around sukuna for decades but still able to see the best of him, can he really become someone good? not the god of calamity and the king of curses? in a way, they got lucky because sukuna already went through his character development and becoming somewhat a good person, and even when he's currently a curses, he was a human for two and a half lifetime.

in the end, they found out the quirk will pushed them back to their original time in three days, so during those time the four sorcerers plus yuuji found out that sukuna can multitask and very much a busybody. everything he missed before he died he quickly put to rest, including some letters he want to send to his close friends. yuuji definitely became even more attach to sukuna when he saw all those letters.

a day before they need to come back, sukuna finally visit dabi. the four sorcerers have to follow him because the quirk didnt allow them to be far from each other, but the meeting between sukuna and dabi is as private as it can be.

from gojo's pov, it's definitely a heartbreaking scene. they can see them but can't hear their conversations. dabi scarily has his coloring, white hair and blue eyes, pale skin and tall as fuck. but dabi is full of scars, and there's a lot of emotions behind his blue eyes when they saw hawkuna. shouto definitely had told his brother about hawkuna's condition, so when they meet dabi isn't that shocked.

dabi : "that you, pretty bird?"

sukuna, sliding more into becoming hawks it feels scary : "hey, hot stuff, sorry i'm late."

dabi : "you never late, that's how i knew something was off when you didn't visit me after the earthquake."

they talk a bit, but mostly holding hands. yuuji saw the scene with a sad smile. megumi and nobara didn't want to think about whats going to happen next because it's heartbreaking, meeting your lover a year after their death but can only be with each other for a day. in the end, dabi told him off for dying and lectured him about his bad habits and to take care of himself and not to overwork, and sukuna can't help but kiss dabi for the last time.

sukuna : "i hope i could meet you again in the next life."

dabi : "ha, i hope not, because it means you didn't get your rest."

sukuna laugh while trying not to cry, which promptly yanked yuuji outside because he didn't want to cry in front of dabi. yuuji sheepishly introduced himself to dabi, and promised him he would take care of sukuna too like he did yuuji.

in the end, after they got back to the past, gojo ask sukuna whether he could change things now they're back in the past. sukuna didn't think so, the timelines are probably fixed for huge, catastrophic events like the existence of quirks. those things will happen, but the detail? the chain of events that leads to that change? those are lost from history, sukuna-when-he-was-hawks cant find any report about those events.

(sukuna hope the shibuya incident wont end the way it did in 'canon')

(gojo hope he can find out more about this sukuna, the sukuna that was very much different than in the jujutsu's recond. the sukuna that, in his past life, after remembering being sukuna, decided to atone and becoming a hero that was still being remembered and loved even a year after his death).

(gojo thought he will be the one who taught sukuna how to love, but it's more possible that sukuna will be the one who teach him how to live).

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(feel free to use this long-ass post as inspiration or something!! i... probs gonna write them on ao3, like, maybe??? probably???? yeah,,)

[fanficshiddles]

Dirty Little Secret, Part 2/2

Part 1

When the three of them entered the room, it was as expected a pretty luxurious room that Loki had gotten them. Not that Tina expected anything less, of course. Her nerves came back as she turned to face the men, both looking far too sexy to be real as they stared her down with hunger written all over their faces.

Loki stalked over to her and cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her forehead softly. ‘I know you’re a little anxious, pet. We can go gentle if you’d prefer, just calm and vanilla. It’s your call. But Chris is a Dom too.’

Well duhh. Tina thought, she already knew that from earlier, as he just oozed dominance like Loki.

‘I… uhm… want you both to take control, please Daddy.’ She whispered. She definitely wanted them to take control of the situation, she yearned just to submit and follow their lead, as she always did with Loki.

Loki smiled and kissed her forehead again.

‘Besides… being vanilla sucks.’ She added as she nibbled her lip.

Loki chuckled. ‘Does indeed… What’s your usual safe word, pet?’ He asked as he stepped back a little, next to Chris.

‘Oh god.’ She groaned and put her hand over her face.

‘Come on, tell us. You know I need to know you know it before we do anything. Plus, Chris needs to know, too.’ He said firmly.

‘Reincarnate.’ She whispered.

Chris smiled widely. ‘Good choice.’

‘Take off your clothes, baby girl. Let Chris see you.’

Tina swallowed hard, Loki knew how difficult that would be for her. But he was testing her to see how confident she would be. She began with taking off her top, then she kicked off her jeans and took off her socks. She took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself, they were both watching her intently, and she saw they both had rather large bulges already.

She rubbed her arm nervously as she paused and looked at Loki.

‘All of it, baby. You know what to do if you’re feeling nervous and want help.’ Loki said firmly but in a gentle manner.

Tina was glad that Loki had essentially thrown her a lifeline, he knew how difficult she found it to undress herself for his pleasure. She had never been overly confident about her body, so making a show of it was not her strong point. And being on front of Chris too, it was really overwhelming for her and Loki knew it.

‘Can… can you undress me please, Daddy?’

‘Of course, baby girl.’ Loki moved over to her and began removing her bra and knickers.

‘Ohhh, you are so fucking hot.’ Chris groaned and palmed at himself through his trousers. Making her feel slightly bolder.

Loki felt rather smug as he moved behind her, she had shyly put her hands on front of her a bit. ‘Hands behind your back, baby. Let him see you properly.’

She hesitantly did as she was told, Loki stroked her hair a few times as a reward. She then felt his breath tickle against her ear. ‘Now, why don’t you kneel for him and show him just how pretty that mouth of yours is.’

Tina walked towards Chris and sank down to her knees on front of him. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, looking so innocent.

Chris unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down far enough to reveal his cock. He stroked himself a few times first. ‘Let’s see how much of a good girl you are.’ Chris grinned down at her and then pressed his cock against her lips.

Tina’s heart was pounding in her chest as she parted her lips and started sucking him softly at the tip. She took her time, slowly taking him further into her mouth, making sure she used her tongue to swirl around him.

‘Ohh, fuck.’ Chris groaned as he closed his eyes and slid a hand into her hair for something to hold onto.

Tina moaned around him at the way his grip tightened in her hair. She looked up at him while she sucked him, and when he opened his eyes and looked down, he struggled to keep himself under control at the sight of her like that with her lips wrapped around his cock.

Loki prowled around them in circles, watching everything. He was getting impossibly hard seeing his girl sucking another guy’s cock. He moved to the side of them and took his own cock out to stroke while he watched.

‘Why don’t you show Chris your party trick, baby girl.’ Loki purred.

Chris eased up on his grip of her hair, keen to see what Loki meant. But he moaned out loud when Tina suddenly relaxed her throat and was able to take him right down her throat, so her nose was pressed against his pubic bone. She stayed like that for a few seconds, Chris could feel her gag reflex trying to kick in, making her throat clench around him.

‘Fuuuuuck!’ He cried out as he started pulsing and just as she had to pull back, he came in her mouth. But she made sure to swallow as much as she could while the rest dribbled down her chin.

Loki chuckled and stepped in closer, he stroked Tina’s hair and turned her head towards him, pointing his cock at her mouth. She took him into her mouth, after taking a few deep breaths, and began sucking him off too.

‘Jesus… I don’t think I’ve came that fast before from a blowjob.’ Chris said, his voice was a bit shaky.

‘I told you she was good.’ Loki grinned.

‘More than good… You’re incredible, sweetheart.’ Chris growled as he watched her sucking Loki. He was already starting to get hard again.

‘You can please us both together, can’t you baby girl?’ Loki asked.

She used one hand to stroke Chris while she sucked off Loki. But now and then she would swap, until she made Loki cum all over her face. Then Chris came again too, covering her face as well. She was a very sticky mess.

‘Ohh, look at the mess she’s in. Such a messy kitten.’ Chris teased and smeared his cock all over her face, making her worse.

‘Let’s see what kind of mess she’s in elsewhere.’ Loki chuckled. ‘Get into inspection position, baby girl.’

Tina was so aroused it was unreal, she was feeling more relaxed and a little more confident too. She turned around and leaned down on her arms, sticking her ass up in the air with her legs apart enough for them to see. She kept her head ducked down and arched her back beautifully.

‘Oooooo.’ Chris cooed as he crouched down beside her and trailed a lone finger right up her slit, making her body jump in excitement at his touch.

‘Ohh, sensitive little one.’ He teased around her clit, that was very much on display and begging for attention.

‘She certainly is. Go ahead, play with her as you wish to get her prepped.’ Loki said as he took a seat by the dressing table to watch.

‘Oh I will.’ Chris grinned wickedly.

He stood up straight, but then leaned down over her and wrapped an arm around her middle, easily scooping her up he then tossed her onto the bed, making her squeak. Loki smirked, he knew that will have driven her wild, she loved it when Loki displayed his strength. Knowing that Chris was strong too and displaying it��

She turned around on the bed in time to see him taking off his shirt, showing all his tattoos. Her eyes were drawn to his body as he took off his jeans too. She started moving backwards up the bed a little.

‘Where do you think you’re going?’ He chuckled and grabbed her ankle, he dragged her slowly back down until she was underneath him. He leaned down so his face was right on front of hers. ‘You’re fucking MINE!’ He growled at her.

Tina nearly combusted underneath him at what he said and the way he said. But then he wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing slightly as he leaned down and kissed her.

With his free hand he slowly tickled down her body, making her squirm, then he reached between her thighs and slowly began fingering her gently. His thumb circled her clit while he carefully inserted a few fingers into her, with ease as she was so wet.

Every now and then when he squeezed her neck more, he felt her clenching around his digits. He chuckled against her mouth, teasing her tongue with his own until he had her teetering on the very edge, just a few more seconds would push her over… But he suddenly stopped all contact.

She whined out loud in disappointment, making Chris and Loki chuckle.

Chris stroked her cheek gently with the back of his hand, then slipped his fingers into her mouth, making her taste herself. ‘You’ll get to cum, sweet one, but it’s going to be on my tongue.’

Tina’s eyes almost popped out, she squirmed again as he moved down her body and pushed her legs wider apart so he could get access to her. She put her hands over her face shyly when he winked up at her.

He took his time tasting her, before finding all of her favourite spots. Especially focusing on her clit with slow and firm licks, driving her crazy. She reached down and gripped his hair, her hips began bucking upwards too. She was so close.

‘Pl… please… Can I cum? Please!’ She screamed out desperately, it was difficult to hold on, he was far too talented with his tongue.

Chris paused to smack his lips together. ‘Ohh, such pretty manners. You’ve trained her well.’ He said with a smirk as he glanced over his shoulder at Loki.

‘She’s a good girl… Most of the time, anyway.’ Loki chuckled and strolled across towards them, he sat on the edge of the bed up by Tina and reached out to stroke her hair. ‘It’s up to you, Chris. If you think she deserves to cum.’

Loki smirked at her reaction as she had been looking at him, then looked back down at Chris with pleading eyes. ‘Please…’ She whimpered as he went back to licking her ever so slowly.

‘Mmmmm.’ Chris hummed against her.

She gasped out loud and closed her eyes, biting her tongue hard she tried her best to hold off from cumming without permission. She really didn’t want to get into trouble.

‘You can cum.’ Chris said quickly before latching onto her clit and flicking his tongue quite rapidly over it, not giving her much of an option but to cum. Even if he had told her no, there was no way she would’ve been able to hold back.

Chris continued eating her out, dragging out her orgasm for as long as possible. She shook hard during it, Loki kept stroking her hair and whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she whimpered and cried in pleasure.

Loki would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit jealous at how good Chris was at that, and that he was sharing his girl. But seeing her enjoying herself so much meant more to him.

‘She tastes amazing.�� Chris growled and had a feral look about him as he licked his lips.

Loki chuckled and turned Tina’s face towards him a bit. ‘Are you still with us, baby girl?’

Tina’s eyes fluttered and her cheeks were flushed red, she took a moment before nodding. Loki leaned down and kissed her deeply.

‘Good.’ He mumbled over her lips. ‘Now, do you want Chris to fuck you? Hmm?’

Tina’s eyes widened again and Loki swore her cheeks turned even redder if that was possible. She glanced shyly at Chris, who was grinning from ear to ear. He stroked her calf softly.

She nodded shyly then looked back at Loki.

‘How do you want her?’ Loki asked Chris.

‘I think missionary to start with, what do you think sweet one?’ Chris asked.

Tina just nodded again. She took hold of Loki’s hand and was nibbling on his fingers, something she did often if she was feeling vulnerable and particularly shy or anxious. But they all knew she was super excited about it all too, but nerves were expected.

‘I won’t bite… Not yet, anyway.’ Chris smirked as he ran his fingers up her leg and tickled the back of her knee, making her giggle.

‘She certainly doesn’t mind biting, do you baby girl?’ Loki grinned at her. She just hid her face behind her hands.

Chris moved further up her body and he continued tickling her, across her sides and stomach, making her laugh hysterically until she moved her hands from her face to try and protect her body from his attack.

‘That’s better, don’t hide your beautiful face.’ Chris cooed and brushed his thumb over her cheek.

‘I will deal with that.’ Loki said as he gathered her hands together and held them up above her.

Her breathing got deeper as Chris positioned himself between her legs, she felt his cock press against her as he leaned over her. He gently held her chin and kissed her as he slowly began to push into her. She tried wriggling in delight under him but he was pinning her down with his body and with Loki holding her hands up she couldn’t move too much, but she loved it.

He moved slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to him. But as soon as he felt her squeezing around his cock, he couldn’t do anything else but start to thrust in and out of her.

‘That’s it, take his cock like a good little girl.’ Loki growled and gave her hands a squeeze.

It didn’t go unnoticed to Chris that she clenched hard around him when Loki praised her. Chris began kissing down her neck and couldn’t resist nibbling on her, and when he got a good response from that he bit down on her hard as he thrust roughly into her.

‘Oh god.’ Tina cried out as Chris hit all the right spots within her. Her mind and body were completely shattered, seeing Chris lean up more over her as he continued fucking her, the way he was looming over her. And having Loki beside her, holding her hands up and praising her, it was all almost too much for her. Talk about a complete overload of pleasure.

Chris was about to cum, but he wanted to make sure she did first. So he slid his hand down between them and it didn’t take much work on her clit to push her over the edge first.

‘Cum for me, sweet girl. Let me feel you unravel on my cock.’ He demanded.

And Tina did just that. Chris thrust into her one last time and came inside her, gasping and panting as she squeezed around him.

‘Good girl.’ They both praised her at the same time.

When Chris pulled out of her, Loki released her hands. But she didn’t get long to recover as they switched positions. Though Loki flipped her around onto her stomach and tapped her bum. ‘Up.’ He growled.

Tina managed to get up onto her hands and knees, though she was so shaky she wasn’t sure she would be able to keep that position for long.

‘Such a mess, baby girl.’ Loki slid his fingers up and down her cunt, then slid two fingers into her and began to scoop out as much of Chris’ cum as possible. Why that possessive action made her knees tremble even more, she wasn’t sure.

Chris laughed and licked his lips as he knelt at the top of the bed on front of her. He stroked her hair and stole a kiss from her, turning her brain to mush.

‘I thought you were happy to share.’ Chris teased as he leaned back and looked at Loki over the top of her.

Loki grumbled in response as he then took position, grabbing her hips he wasn’t overly careful as he rammed his cock into her, though he knew she was more than prepared to take him, making her gasp.

‘I am… But at the end of the day, she is mine.’ He growled with a smirk as he began pounding into her roughly from behind.

Tina could barely catch her breath as she was jolted hard, her breasts were bouncing back and fore. Chris couldn’t resist and reached under her to toy with them, rubbing his thumbs across her hard nipples, making her moan more and more.

‘Why don’t you suck Chris, baby girl. Give that mouth of yours something to do.’ Loki panted. He leaned over her more and wrapped a hand around her middle so he could support her better, knowing her poor little body was struggling to remain up.

Chris shuffled closer so she could take him into her mouth, he kept stroking her hair to keep it back from her face.

‘Ohh, that’s it.’ Chris let his head fall backwards as she sucked him off. Her moaning around him felt heavenly.

The three of them all ended up cumming in a chain reaction. Loki told Tina to do so, which was all she needed as she had been like a ticking timebomb, waiting to go off again. That made Loki cum, and also Chris as her moaning and crying while she had him in her mouth was far too much to handle.

As soon as Loki and Chris stopped, Tina collapsed down on the bed. Utterly exhausted.

Loki slid his hands up and down her back as she groaned.

‘Are you alright, baby girl?’ Loki moved up the bed and lay down, pulling her up further so she was between him and Chris.

She had her face buried in the pillow and just groaned again in response. She started shivering though, which was the norm for her, she always felt shivery and cold with intense subdrop.

‘Have we broken her?’ Chris asked as he stroked the back of her neck, earning a low moan from her in response.  

‘Come on, I know what she needs.’ Loki scooped Tina up into his arms and headed for the bathroom, he looked at Chris and tilted his head to join them.

Loki carried her into the bathroom and held her with one arm as he turned the taps on in the bath. Chris walked in but hovered at the door as Loki lowered her into the tub.

‘It’s ok, you can help.’ Loki said to Chris.

‘Are you sure?’ Chris asked, knowing how aftercare was quite an intimate thing, even more so than the fun they’d just had, in-fact.

‘I’m sure.’ Loki nodded. ‘You’re ok with Chris helping look after you, right baby girl?’

Tina was pretty out of it, but she was able to focus enough to look at them both and nod eagerly.

Chris felt warmed as he crouched down next to Loki at the tub. Loki grabbed a wash cloth and began washing her body, while Chris shampooed her hair. Tina felt tingly all over, like she was in heaven with all the attention. Between Chris massaging her scalp as he washed out the shampoo and Loki taking extra time rubbing her back, Tina was complete putty in their hands.

Once she was ready, Loki lifted her out of the bath and Chris wrapped a warm blanket around her. They took her back through to bed and placed her between them as they all got comfortable under the duvet.

They snuggled up close to her, Loki at her front and Chris at her back. The two guys managed to wrap their arms around her in a way that didn’t interfere with one another. After an hour or so of just holding and stroking her, speaking softly to her, Tina started to come out of subdrop more.

The way Chris was holding her, his hand was gently cradling the side of her neck. But she tilted her face down enough so she could nibble the back of his hand, making him chuckle.

‘N’aww, like a cute little kitten.’ Chris teased.

Then she managed to reach at his forearm and actually bit him.

Chris gasped. ‘Did you just bite me?’ He asked in a growly manner.

She giggled and hid her face against Loki.

‘Uh oh… Is your brat coming out?’ Loki asked.

‘Nooo… never.’ She teased.

‘I know just how to handle a brat.’ Chris said firmly as he slid his hand down and squeezed her ass in warning, making her squeak and tense up.

‘Do you really want to put the two of us to the test, baby girl?’ Loki asked as he gripped her cheeks.

‘Maybe…’ She whispered.

But Chris rolled her onto her stomach and swiftly brought his hand down on her ass, making her yelp out, he had a mean swing and she was super surprised by that. Considering she thought Loki had a mean enough swing, which he did. But realising Chris was just as bad…

‘Mercy! Have mercy! I give! I’ll be good!’ She said quickly and put her hands behind her to protect her ass.

Loki and Chris both laughed at her quick turnaround.

‘That’s what I thought.’ Chris said smugly.

‘Perhaps next time you’re touring here, her brat side might have more confidence.’ Loki said as he and Chris lay down comfortably again. Tina was still cautiously protecting her ass. But her head shot up as she looked at Loki.

‘We can do this again?’ She squeaked.

Loki chuckled. ‘If you both want to, I don’t see why not.’ He shrugged.

‘Certainly fine with me. What do you think, sweetheart?’ Chris asked as he trailed his fingers down her spine, making her skin tingle as she turned her head to look at him shyly.

‘Fine with me too.’ She smiled and then hid her face down in the pillow.

[qqueenofhades]

Okay, y'all. I had An Dream (TM) last night that I need to run by you, because, in short, What the Fuck Was Actually Going On. I Need to Know.

It started in a weird rundown Target Starbucks, where I had somehow been hired to work/cover someone's shift for just one day and was convinced that I had worked before in the waking world (i.e. not in dreams). I also seemed to be aware that I was dreaming and was discussing how weird it was that you remember things and histories in dreams that haven't happened in real life, that it looked awfully familiar to somewhere I had been before and where I was convinced that I had worked (for the record, I haven't, though I have worked at similarly crappy kiosk Starbucks and Mmm No Thanks).

I got a strange order for an excessively complicated drink from a customer I didn't see. The lights went out and I couldn't find any coworkers. Then someone appeared, gave me a book with a diagram on the cover and a wad of cash, and told me to follow the diagram and it would take me to some place I was happy (?!?!?!?).

Okay, so. It's a dream, what else do you do. I follow the diagram, and after some misadventures and side quests, find a fancy bookstore that looks like a Barnes and Noble but isn't. I wander into the equally fancy cafe, then back out. I get on an elevator with a bunch of other people to go to the first floor, to browse the stacks. The door shut, off we went... and then did not come out anywhere near an ordinary bookstore. In fact, we were informed, we had been sent on a seven-year adventure to solve a dangerous mystery, and it started NOW.

The basic premise of this adventure was that you went through different doors and ended up in different places/times in the world. There were also complicated rules governing which door would open and when; you were given a watch that would turn red or green depending on the portal status of various nearby doors. You could use a door to escape your current location at any moment (presuming it was open) but the more you jumped, the more difficult it got to escape where you were. There were also Trolley Problem-esque moral conundrums where if you used the door for yourself, it might prevent a friend or teammate from getting through and being trapped. We were all being hunted by a villain named Ograndar, whose name couldn't be said aloud or it would summon him (we started calling him O and/or writing it down). He looked like an average young man in a green sweater. It wasn't specified what would happen if he caught us, but it wouldn't be good. It was also implied that he was a reincarnated Roman emperor of some kind (one of the crazy ones) and if we went through a door that took us to Ancient Rome, we would be trapped forever and unable to get home.

I traveled to various EXTREMELY detailed locations that I remembered despite never being there before: a water park in Abu Dhabi, a noodle shop in Taiwan, a giant mega-mart in America, and then the last place: a regional KGB office sometime in the USSR. The officers were speaking Russian, but I was able to understand it, and I was also apparently the person in charge of hunting down The Villain Known As O in this time period. The clue lay in a cheesy niche 1980s fantasy novel, but we only had one copy. It was in Dutch, except for one page that was inexplicably in Latin.

Myself and my KGB-dream-minions were all trying to read this book when my alarm went off and I woke up.

Please tell me what the hell was going on.

[robthegoodfellow]

Here I Go Again 2/?

Hanging on the Promises in Songs of Yesterday (also on AO3)

Part 1

for @fizzigigsimmer who has been stoking ideas/feeding the madness

Caligator, past Harringrove (reincarnation, past character death, age difference)

Gator spared not a glance at the waitstaff, just moseyed to the corner booth nearest the door, that roll in his step unique to boys in big boots who wanted you to know they had big brass balls to match. He slid onto the far bench, his back to the wall, the better to survey his domain. 

Biting his lip, Billy followed behind, turning to catch the eye of the waitress before he sat himself opposite. “Some coffee for me and the law, here, please.” Ignored the brat’s snort, opting instead to pluck a menu from the stack by the napkins, old laminate foggy and frayed. “Anything good?”

Tongue clicked, musing. “Julie’ll do you right, but she don’t work weekends.” 

No need to look—the smirk oozed like an oil slick. Billy hummed, mild disinterest. “For her sake, I hope you tip well.”

Did look up for that, and God, the way he scrunched his nose, the twist of his mouth, one eye squinted as he picked apart the affront, wrong-footed… And then it was Billy off-kilter, squashing the wave of nostalgia. 

Ordered himself to knock it off and focus. He was here to—

Well, what the fuck was he here to do?

The twisted mouth was moving, groping for words. “Honestly can’t tell whether you’re crazy or plain stupid.”

Their coffee arrived, buying Billy time to reply—to rally his discordant impulses under a single banner: he was here to… get a read on the guy. Poke and prod till he could come away satisfied that this Proud Boy wasn’t so much like Steve after all, once you looked close enough.

So—crazy or stupid? Billy took up his mug, blowing steam, and shrugged. “Guess I’m just versatile, that way.” 

Gator huffed, sipping his coffee too soon, like always, and Billy winced, anticipating the hiss of pain—and froze when it came, a sibilant echo down the years, sleepy mornings propped up on pillows, hip to hip against the counter for a pick-me-up, passing him his frou frou latte at the drive-through window. 

“—for real heart attack? Hey—” Snapping fingers. “Old man.”

Billy blinked, breathing deep. Told muscles to unclench, his lips to give up the grimace. Couldn’t tear his gaze from that face, though. Eyes defied orders.

Gator was shaking his head, concern curdled by impatience. “Seriously, what the fuck is your deal? One second you’re dying, next you’re staring like I’m the second coming—”

The snort of laughter didn’t do him any favors. Billy held up a hand, placating, even as he facepalmed with the other. “Shit, you may as well be.” Just said it, half-mindless, and before Gator could do more than glare, he spilled the rest into that unfocused middle distance, all in a breath, clinging to the warming support of his mug. “You’re—the spitting image of someone—someone from long, long ago. So long I’m trying to convince myself I’m not remembering right.” Billy chuckled on the inhale and confessed, marveling quiet. “Like he’s waltzed out the ground and into a police uniform, fresh as a daisy.”

When Gator made no reply, Billy summoned a self-deprecating smirk, tried to meet his eyes. Tried and failed. 

“Well within your rights to take the coffee, file this one under crazed encounters of the—”

“What was his name?”

Startled, Billy choked on nothing—struck dumb, pinned by a narrow brown stare, his mind awhirl of Steve. His name was Steve. Shouldn’t hurt this much—spoke of him often enough. Obliquely, though, he realized. Slantwise. Mostly kept him snug between the ears. Inside the ribs. Not in the mouth. His name was—

Snapped his jaw shut just in time, the flavor of Gator’s stare registering on delay: investigative. 

Obviously.

“Harrington,” Billy said, rough. “Out in Indiana. Any relation?”

Gator shook his head with a dismissive huff. “Tillman roots in Stark county are the deepest there is.”

“And your mother’s side?”

Innocent question, but Gator recoiled with such disgust you’d think his coffee had turned to shit.

Well, actual shit. The coffee wasn’t great.

“If your guy is any family of hers?” Gator sneered, jagged humor. “Then I hope them and all their line are rotting in hell.”

“Damn,” Billy pronounced, struck anew, but not so much struck dumb as… struck like a tuning fork. Because that bitterness, that blithe cavalier bile…

And there you have it. Gator didn’t look like Steve anymore. 

He looked like him. Billy. Or—how he used to be.

“Raw nerve.” A statement, not a question, then—fully aware of playing with fire: “I got a couple of those. Let me guess: flew the coop?”

Like had been happening since Gator climbed out of the cruiser, his face pulled in five directions, vacillating this way and that. Overall effect was just—bewildered. 

Lizard lost in the woods. And Billy wondered if they had that in common, too. Cold-blooded, in desperate need of some warmth from the outside. A heat source. One you could rely on.

So it was cruel, probably, what he did next. Because Billy didn’t think he could be that for him. 

He gentled his voice, aimed a soft, ironic smile. “And dear old dad? He do his best—or his worst?”

Lizard was on the fritz again, all puffed up, forked tongue darting to wet slack lips. It was anger broke through first. “Who the fuck do you think you…? I oughta—running your mouth like… last thing you’ll ever do if you don’t—”

He sputtered out, a gasping fish now, mute and hooked, thrashing on the line. And Billy also knew that well—heard Steve speaking slow and calm, reaching through the riot.

“Drink your coffee,” he said, and Gator blinked, line cut. Fumbled for his cup and cupped it, both hands. 

Sipped it steadily enough, his face scrunched. Mutinous.

“To answer that first question,” Billy continued, braving a swig of tar. “You could call me a drifter—mostly retired, these days. I’m headed out west to visit my sister.”

Gator absorbed that in sullen silence. Drained his mug in long gulps that burned the whole way, judging by the wince. Set the cup down with a thunk.

Finally, throaty and frayed: “You always so fucking weird, or is today special?”

Didn’t look up, eyes cast aside, a preemptive turn away. 

Billy wouldn’t have thought his heart could break anymore than it already was, and yet—some shard chipped and cracked at the embedded plea, a ploy he recognized. To ask without asking.

And that, he shouldn’t have answered. To answer was to promise. But… what else could he do? Confronted with this doubling image—these mirrored specters of himself and his first and only love—how he could not answer?

So Billy did. Said it straightforward and serious, dead sincere. “Special.”

[yellowocaballero]

please tell me about untitled document gravity falls transcendence au. what?

The minute I saw this from Ami I was like "omfg of course you can have it queen <3" and the minute I saw it from you I was like "wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy."

Anyway, I really loved the Transcendence AU when I was younger and looking back it really was (and still is! people still write for it!) a beautiful thing to exist. The setting itself was so expansive and ripe for worldbuilding. The basic rules of the universe were so simple - 'the near future, with supernatural creatures and demons and magic!' - and opened up so much room for creativity and fun. The timeline was on such an expansive scale literally everybody could have an OC and they didn't even need to rub shoulders. Reincarnation topics meant that everybody got to write their favorite character AND make them an OC. The big creators made such great OCs that they became part of the universe and lore of the series. And for me, specifically, it was SO GEN and very family and worldbuilding oriented with almost NO shipping. I think at least some of the mods were ace and it was just the most ace-friendly fandom I'd ever seen. Haven't found that again lately.

I reread 'Return Rebirth Rewrite' and got nostalgic. I always had a mental image of how Lionel's deal with Alcor went, and then I decided to experience the absolute joy of finally having the skill to put to paper something that's always been in your head.

If you HAVE read RRR it's been a while, so TL;DR in a way that preserves the fun of the story underneath- RRR is about a normal twelve year old kid Dipper living with his reincarnated sister and loving father and discovering that he was actually a demon named Alcor in a past life.

Very short transcendentally self-indulgent fic under the cut. Hey, as it turns out, Alcor is FUCKING HARD to write.

Was it fate?

One class taken to satisfy a college requirement, chosen because it didn’t conflict with his Book-Binding class, spiraled into a certification. A high school ex-boyfriend that bought her cigarettes and induced a lifelong habit. Parents were dead - nobody to talk him out of it. Maybe it was a storm of factors that blew one decision into motion, a decision that would have stayed unmoving and silent if he’d taken the nurse’s advice and gotten some rest. Or maybe Lionel was just the sort of person who would always end up here, crouched in a motel room far from home, summoning a demon. Maybe he was weak.

Maya would have said that the love was too strong. But Maya was gone, and an oak tree grown too large collapsed under its own weight.

Lionel bought the supplies from the occult store in a daze. The past two hours had been a blur - he barely even remembered making the decision. A certification to archive the occult meant that he’d read dozens of books on demon summoning. He could do it in his sleep, and was practically doing so. He chose the best demon for the job with a distant, unaffected logic, and borrowed the motel office printer to print out a reference picture for a summoning circle. 

This was the stupidest possible thing to do, but he wasn’t stupid. It was a good summoning. He chose the best demon. An informed insanity. The only thing he didn’t do was write down his script for the deal. No need. It wasn’t exactly complicated. And writing it down would have made it real, and he couldn’t afford for anything to be real right now, so the resolution would have to stay in the making.

The summoning circle was drawn with a steady hand. The candles were lit with a decisive lighter tab. The summoning invocation was recited in a clear, firm tone. Passive voice. Dr. Gomez would have taken points off this essay. Would have taken points from his brain. Was he insane? Was he going insane? Was this insanity?

Lionel only really snapped back to reality once he was confronted with it. The candles flickered, then extinguished. Shadows bubbled and rose, snapping free of their outlines and leaking forward in pure blackness. Sulfur blew into the room on a gust of cold wind, as if standing by the shores of the sea. Lionel opened a portal and brought a demon into reality, and brought his own mind with it. 

He only properly realized what he had done once Alcor the Dreambender loomed before him. Maybe that was the first cruelty of a demon. Now he was going to bargain away his soul knowing exactly what he was doing.

Alcor was black and gold, a humanoid figure of shadow latticed with blocks of gold thread. Imprints of wings patterned the motel wall behind him, extending his presence in the room until he was almost crowding out Lionel. The top hat floating above his head was, incongruously, a regular top hat. Maybe? Lionel had only read about the top hat. Was that what top hats looked like? Why not a powdered wig? 

“Who dares summon Alcor the Dreambender?”

A desperate man, Lionel thought frantically. But he couldn’t exactly say that. 

Power stances, seem in control, take a stand. But Lionel wasn’t in the mood to pretend he was fooling everybody. His legs gave out from under him, and he slumped to his knees. Alcor angled his head downwards, somehow visibly unimpressed and bored. 

He should have prepared a script, but he would have forgotten it instantly. Lionel ended up speaking from the heart. The books said Alcor liked that sort of thing, but it wasn’t really a calculated move. He didn’t know how to do anything differently.

“Maya’s dead,” Lionel said plainly. “Maya’s - she’s my wife. Dead. Um - the baby.” 

Alcor’s unimpressed air tripled. Lionel couldn’t even muster shame. 

“The baby’s not going to make it. Respiratory distress syndrome and pulmonary hemorrhage. Respiratory failure, soon. I need - I need your help. Alcor. Please save my baby, Alcor.”

Alcor was unmoved. He crossed his arms and sighed, like a particularly exhausted doctor who had seen one too many desperate patients that day and honestly couldn’t give a shit anymore. “Another day, another little sob story. Let me guess, you’ll do anything?” His tone turned a little nasally and mocking. “You’ll even sell your soul, Mister Demon, just save my special little baby?”

The pointless mockery jolted Lionel back down to earth. Every piece of literature warned about demonic games and cruelty. Was this cruelty? It just sounded like somebody who didn’t even care. 

“Yes,” Lionel said. He wasn’t the kind of person who took the bait. Used to drive Maya mad during arguments. “Heal my baby. Make her strong and healthy and never sick. And - let me live the rest of my natural life, then take my soul. That’s my terms.”

Bored, Alcor said, “I can give you ten years of life before taking your soul.”

Lionel’s head snapped up, and he met Alcor’s eyes for the first time. At a certain point, the demon had crossed his legs and began floating in midair, one elbow propped on a folded knee and chin buried in his hand. His shadows had lightened somewhat, and now he appeared only like a man covered in shadow. “I can’t do that. Ten is too young to lose a father.”

“That’s your issue?” Alcor tilted his head, dark eyebrows arching upwards. “Not ‘thirty five is too young to die?’”

“Am I here because I give a shit about myself?” Lionel cried. Wasn’t that obvious? If the worst moment of Lionel’s life was tedious to Alcor, shouldn’t this be obvious? “I can’t leave her without anybody to love her. She won’t have anybody else. Please, come on - I know you don’t - don’t understand, but I can’t leave her alone.”

“Trust me,” Alcor said, flat and bored, “if there’s one thing I understand, it’s parents abandoning their kids. See it all the time. Your little girl would get along fine without a father.”

Demonic negotiations weren’t supposed to go like this. Lionel was too emotional, too confused. And despite Alcor’s boredom and distance, the topic seemed oddly - personal? Could that possibly be correct?

“That’s not what I want for her! I’m giving up my soul for her life, I want - I want it to be perfect. I want to tell her how much we wanted her every day. I want her to grow up with a dog. I want swimming lessons and birthday parties and vacations and - and all of it, Alcor. I have to be there.” Lionel took in a deep, shuddering breath. “Thirty years. That’s the maximum I’ll give. The life I want for her needs me in it. It’s already missing Maya. I won’t take any more from her.”

Alcor was silent for a second, long enough to make Lionel’s heart leap in his chest, before he finally sighed. “You’re one of those people who loves too much, aren’t you? People like you always lead unhappy lives.” He straightened, dropping down onto the floor and walking forward. The shadows slowly receded, and a man’s face began to emerge within Alcor. “Fine. Let me see the baby first before we shake on anything. An angelic act like this takes up a lot of energy. I’m not being hard on the price just to be mean, you know.”

Lionel stepped backwards. He knew that binding circles didn’t work on Alcor, but it was another thing to see him casually step outside of it. He was wearing the same antiquated clothing as in the illustrations, like a mannequin from a museum come to life. Like a haunted piece of the history Lionel loved so much, pulled from its rightful place by his sheer desperation.

He looked like anybody else. A complexion like Lionel’s own, mud brown hair gravity defying and framing a young face. He looked as old as Lionel. It put his exhaustion into sharp perspective - not an ancient demon wearing the form of a human, but just an old man seeming much younger. Or a young man grown too old.

It was even worse to look up at him now, and Lionel scrambled to his feet. He looked around the hotel room, as if the baby was about to roll out from underneath a bed. “She’s not here. She’s in the NICU. Please don’t teleport into the NICU, you’ll cause a panic.” 

“Bossy. Don’t worry, this is perfectly safe.” Alcor held out his hands in front of him, like a child waiting for a treat. “And…tah-dah!”

Lionel’s baby dropped from midair into Alcor’s arms. He almost screamed.

They said she’d die without intubation. Her tiny presence in Alcor’s arms should kill her. But Alcor quickly pressed a blunt finger onto her forehead, and a warm blue glow wrapped itself around her body. She slept soundly, swaddled in thin blankets, so tiny and skinny and red that she could barely be mistaken for a human baby at all. Lionel looked at her and saw a premature animal that would never grow up and become a person - a life form that would never even wake up. Seeing her in Alcor’s arms was stressful, but in a sideways way she seemed to fit.

“Let’s see the damage,” Alcor muttered to her. Bizarrely, he held her carefully and well. “You’re like a can of beans, you know that? Few hundred years ago you would have been DOA. Now look at you. Wrinkly cutie -”

Alcor halted. The last of his shadows fell away, and his eyes widened.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Alcor whispered.

The only thing worse than a premature baby at death’s door was a premature baby at death’s door that surprised a demon. Lionel stepped forward, hand half-outreached. “What? What’s wrong?”

Alcor didn’t respond. He just stared at the baby, eyes wide and frozen still. His lips mouthed something, but Lionel couldn’t make it out.

“Alcor?” Lionel asked hesitantly. “Is there something wrong with her?”

That jolted Alcor back into awareness. He looked between Lionel and the baby several times, shoulders drawn back, almost with new eyes. Suddenly and strangely, he seemed a lot more human. “Do you believe in fate, Lionel Sterling?”’

There was only one way to answer that question truthfully - with any sort of certainty. “If this is fate, I must have done something horrible in my past life.”

“Not how that works.” Alcor’s eyes were locked on the baby, as if he couldn’t tear himself away. He seemed almost dizzy. “Lionel. You really want her to live a long and healthy life?”

“I - of course.” 

“You’ll be the best father you can?” Alcor held the baby a little closer to his chest. “She’ll be the happiest kid in the world?”

“That’s what I want,” Lionel said helplessly. “I want that more than anything.”

“How nice.” Something heavy and frantic was churning in Alcor, and Lionel began to have the worst possible feeling. “I’ve been bored, you know. So bored. So bored I’ve been pretty depressed. Things just seem meaningless, you know? My last friend died years ago. I’m not really close with anybody right now, not even family. I’ve been wondering what to do about it. When I get bored I get a little weird. Maybe I’m a little weird right now.” Alcor looked up at Lionel for the first time, and Lionel realized with a cold shock that his eyes were just as wild as Lionel’s. “I feel so far beyond weird right now it’s almost funny. But it’s not boring, so it feels like a good idea.”

“Can you give me back my baby?” Lionel asked quietly.

“New deal.” Alcor’s face split into a grin, wild and insane and light. “I’ll heal your baby. Perfect health guaranteed. And! She will have certified, bona-fide Alcor protection her entire life. Nothing lethally unfortunate will ever happen to her or to you. Protection for both of you and good luck for all. Double and! You’ll keep your soul. Hell, you’ll definitely live longer.” 

For a second of complete stupidity, the deal seemed fantastic. The deal sounded amazing. Any deal that didn’t include losing his life or his soul was better than their first arrangement. But Lionel was desperate, not stupid. “What’s the catch?”

Alcor looked down at the baby, rubbing his thumb against her forehead. Quietly, he said, “I’m going to reinvent reality to give her a twin brother. Your end of the deal is to take care of him like you take care of her. Raise him as if he was your own son. That’s it. Easy.” Alcor paused a beat. “Well, not that taking care of kids is easy, and I can guarantee that this one will be a bit of a brat, but probably easier than dying. Dying’s pretty easy too, actually -”

“Like a changeling?” Lionel asked, alarmed. “You’re not taking her away, you’re just - adding a child?”

“Yup. Like a buy one, get one free sort of thing. I guess it’s like a changeling!”

“That’s it?” That still sounded too good to be true. “Will the child be evil or anything? Will it hurt the baby? What species will it be?”

“Who cares! This is a sweet deal and you know it. You can’t afford to say no and we both know that too.” Alcor shifted the baby into one arm and extended his other hand, wreathing it in blue flames. “So do we have a deal?”

Alcor was right. The extra child situation was bizarre, but two sets of diapers was infinitely better than a ten year lifespan. This was probably the best deal anybody had ever gotten for such a big favor. He couldn’t afford to press it.

“Is this going to fuck me over?”

“Lionel,” Alcor said, and for some reason he seemed dead serious, “I’m trusting you here. More than I’ve trusted anybody in hundreds of years. You’re a good person. I promise you’ll only regret this a little.”

And Lionel knew that was the best he was ever going to get, so he reached out and shook on it.

The blue flames enveloped him, a brief second of white-hot chill, before they extinguished. Lionel shuddered, and he felt something strange deep in his soul - as if something and hooked a chain around it, or bolted it to a surface and let it squirm. 

Alcor unceremoniously tossed the baby in the air, letting her blink out of existence and hopefully back into the NICU. He clapped his sparking hands, grinning maniacally and remarkably human. 

“Time to wrap up my affairs! Better write a goodbye note to Mike, leave a few emergency charms for little Alice - oh, give them Lucy Ann’s contact information for emergencies, let her know where I’m going too. She hovers. The Flock bleat and bitch if I don’t tell them where I am, so I better elect a president or something and let them self-govern. This is going to be fun! And bizarre! Don’t worry about a thing on your end, Lionel. Get some rest, and your reality and memories should be completely rewritten by the time you wake up in the morning.” Alcor reached out and clapped a reassuring hand on Lionel’s shoulder, as if the reassurance would actually make him feel better instead of a lot worse. “Trust me, you don’t want to remember this. It’ll make your life a living hell. Unless you like that sort of thing?”

Inanely, Lionel could only say, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep tonight.” 

“Really? I’m a Dream Demon, I can help! I want to be nice to you.” Nobody who actually wanted to be nice to somebody said that. “Here, close your eyes. I’ll knock you out. You’ll sleep right through the restructuring of the universe, promise!”

“Wait,” Lionel said, “on second thought, I really -”

“Night night!”

A soft index finger pressed against Lionel’s forehead, and all went dark.

[ladyof1000masks]

My Greatest Dream

As a child, I had a boundless imagination filled with creativity. I remember the odd cast of characters I used to roleplay scenes, conversing as one character and then as another in different voices. I could entertain myself for hours even without toys. I hid in the world I created, a better world where there were always happy endings, unlike the one I lived in.

As I grew older, I became interested in writing once I learned that my stories could live beyond my mind and be shared with others. I wanted my characters, worlds, and stories to live in the real world, and become immortal by living in the hearts and minds of others. Nothing could stop me from writing page after page. I didn't understand plagiarism, copyright, or trademark. I didn't know what a fan character was.

All I knew was I loved them. I loved them because they were mine and I could do with them as I pleased. It was a way of coping with the grief not just in the real world, but when a character I loved died or was harmed in another's world. The very movies, shows, and games I played and loved, the worlds and characters made by others had inspired mine. I wished to share them with the world.

I knew that my characters could live in others through the same mediums that sparked my imagination, so I set out to write. Then when I became a teen I let the cruelty and bitterness of others and the pain I experienced in with me. It was tainted. I lost the spark. I miss it dearly.

I still badly want to share my characters, worlds, and stories with the real world, but I am troubled by fears of my writing's quality, my struggle with the plot, and how people perceive my characters. They're one of the few things I love about myself.

My greatest dream is to bring my characters, stories, and world to other people and inspire something within them. Good hopefully. As arrogant as it sounds, I'd like to see my characters become someone's comfort characters, read the lovingly crafted fan fiction written about my characters, peruse fan art, see fan theories, etc.

Not because I want fame. Fuck no. I hate being the focus. Even though I could really use some fucking money, it's not even about that. No, I want my characters, their world, and stories to live much like Mass Effect, The Elder Scrolls, Pokemon, and Batman franchises do. They needn't be as popular as any of those, just enough to survive my mortal existence and persist beyond.

Wouldn't it be funny to be reincarnated in a world where my stuff exists as a game, book, TV show, or whatever and become a fan of it?

I'm too afraid it will be terrible, so terrible that it will be hated or forgotten. Ol' Craney Pants is right. We do fear leaving nothing behind. I wish I could tell my fears to take a flying fuck off a cliff and weaponize them (though not as literally), it's not easy. I doubt anyone is reading this or even cares about the shit I spew onto my blog, but I needed to get this off my chest and where better to do that than on a blog nearly no one cares about!?

[taxfraudhousewife]

these white people on the internet will be the death of me

you’re lucky you fucked off before the internet got even worse

i’m trying to convince myself it’s enough that i know what’s real and i know what you lived and died for

but like maybe i literally don’t fucking know

don’t worry i’m not that type of indoctrinated yet

i just mean the more i learn the more i know ill never know

i didn’t say anything but damien yee said it’s fake

i thought it was funny i thought what the fuck type of autism is this

when you love russia but you hate iran but you love guns

i thought the guns might endear him to you

i know that’s extremely incorrect

but i thought i could make him see

half chinese to half chinese

angry white boy to angry white boy

but i’m not a boy and im not white and im not chinese

or maybe those all mean very different things to him

i wish i didn’t tell him your name cause the way he said it made me want to jump out the car

the second i said it i knew

i should’ve known from MY UNCLE WAS IN THE IDF AND HES REALLY NICE

why was i even in his truck in the first place

i wish you were here i want to talk shit with you

i want to be judgemental and self righteous and look down on all those stupid boys with you

i wanna laugh at them with you i just wanna know what you’d say

cause now it just makes me really angry

the genocide deniers aren’t fun anymore

he was so desperate but so unwilling it was kind of insulting

all cause i can’t say please can we talk about something else cause im scaring myself

all cause i can’t say i think he’s too deep in the indoctrination not that i blame him

you would’ve told him his pessimism and his obsession with numbers mean nothing

you would’ve put it into words cause you could actually fucking put humanity and life and death and god into words

you would’ve made him see god and you wouldve struck such fucking mighty fear in him

but i just sat there and nodded

i led with “i feel” statements and did not whip out a single wikipedia article

i hoped i could be like you

i thought i could make him see with the magic of humanity and life and death and god

cause numbers only make people sad and angry but stories make us hopeful

and i wish i never said it i hate the way he said your name

he said it like it wasn’t a special sacred religious name in a special sacred religious book from a special sacred religious land

he said it like it wasn’t actual fucking sunlight put into a single noun

he said it the way i read out the names of skip drivers

do you see how absolutely fried my brain is

i fall into the same trap again and again

cause i’m waiting for the reincarnation of you to finally trap me

maybe i’m just way more reactionary than i thought

these boys are telling me unrwa is hamas so of course it leads me back to you

cause i thought you fried what was left of my brain but then israel finished the job

i just wanna know what you’d say about them once we settled in our warm spots

with the blankets and the too cold sucking lemons coolers

i don’t even know if it’s a racism thing or a i’m a girl thing

i hadn’t even considered the i’m a girl part until liam said it

and i’m like actually offended

i am so offended and angry how dare they

i wanna do to them what i assume they did to you

i’d just be reeducating them

if a reeducation camp is for reeducation then what’s the problem they should thank me for being so progressive

what’s the big hullabaloo youre not starving if i feed you four hundred calories every few days

it’s just reeducation i’m helping you develop important skills you’ll need for the workforce

skills you can’t develop in your own neighbourhood with your own people

cause your people are violent and radical

they’re fucking backwards cousin fuckers goat fuckers

you need me to reeducate you

so why won’t you thank me

anyway sorry for being so fucking dramatic holy shit

i know they’re not worth it they’re not worth the thought let alone the conversation

i’m just really really pissed off and it’s so hard to not be a reactionary piece of shit sometimes

i wish you would remind me i am not a boy

wish you’d remind me my job as a woman is to quell male anger

keep them comforted enough that they don’t burn the whole world down

you’d say that’s how we got here in the first place

fuckin not very manly of you to go and get fucking murdered by effeminate rice and corn eaters tho

jesus sorry i know it was probably super noble and honourable and it got you into valhalla

i’m just being a fucking annoying atheist and the idea that all that didn’t even get you into valhalla

not in jannah either awkwardly trying to unionize seventy two virgins

it just sucks

i don’t think i’d care about any of this if you didn’t

i mean it it’s not the politics it’s you

i wish you gave up on everything and everyone and became the most disgustingly selfish neoliberal to walk the fucking planet

i would think no less of you if you did

[writingmaidenwarrior]

okay, so mayhaps I missed STS again, and Sunday is maybe...fluff...Sunday? so, tell me about a fluffy moment in your wip!

Well, technically it is already Monday over here since it's past midnight ^^

I see what I can see about the fluffy for your @ashen-crest

*takes a big sip from my red wine*

May I offer you what I wrote for the newest plot bunny about a world where reincarnation exist and learning about your past you is mandatory? This is maybe even a little sexy because the one whose POV this is from is a lil bit emotional and tensed as fuck right now. It will make sense in a minute.

The clerk lead them down a long hallway bathed in more soft purple light. At the end of it was a room that lead to many doors. “Please enter one of the cabins, each and alone. You will find clothes to change into. Once you changed, please wait till one of my colleagues get you for the procedure.” All of them nodded thanks and the clerk left in a hurry. Amren looked over his shoulder to see if he was gone for good before he turned to Màiren with a frown. “Changing clothes? Why do we need to do this?” She rolled her eyes at him. “Did any of you two actually listen to the lecture back then, or were both of you too busy mentally salivating over me?” Amren threw a questioning glance at Keir who just shrugged and put an apologetic smile on. “You can’t blame us. You are a wonderful, smart, warm-hearted…” “… good looking, busty, innocent looking woman who got you two too horny to remember the basics, apparently.” With her hands on her curvaceous hips and the angry blush on her light skin, Keir wanted to shower her with kisses, but this was the wrong moment. Instead, he pulled her into a hug and rested his head on her shoulder. “Charming idiot.” “What happened to lovely?” “Don’t want to encourage you right now.” Her tone was playful but tensed, and he could sense the tension in her whole body through the hug. Keir placed a soft kiss on her temple. “Please, enlighten us. We will listen this time.” “You better do”, she warned but sighed right after. Màiren’s glance went to the doors and back to Amren and Keir. “We have to change into special clothes that have some stuff woven into the fabric that make it easier for the whole process to take place. After this, we get guided into the mist of souls, and yes, it is an actual mist or more a huge waterfall like thing, while we are connected through wires to a machine that overlooks our vital signs and more. How long it will take depends on us and how fast our minds can be cleared, so the state of emptiness is reached, and the mist can do its job. After this, it will take up somewhere between twelve and twenty-four hours till we remember the first things.” Amren’s skeptical glance didn’t get lost on both. “What are you thinking about, honey?” “I am still worrying about all three of us going at the same time, love”, Amren finally admitted what was on his mind. Keir knew there was something since the invitations came in, but Amren never voiced them until now. “It is not common, that is true”, Màiren confirmed thoughtful, “On the other side, it happens a lot recently. Maybe they found a way to make it safer?” “Let’s hope, it is really just this.” With this, Amren reached out for Keir and Màiren and pulled them into a hug in a rare moment of showing his emotions so clearly. Instinctively, Keir wrapped his arm around him and breathed in his scent of lemon balm and white musk. “Remember, my loves, no matter what the mist shows, the love of this life is real. No matter who we were in the past life, it won’t taint our love in this life. I won’t let this happen.” “Neither won’t I, honey”, Keir confirmed, his voice thick with emotions. “You can bet your sorry asses on this”, Màiren snickered. After one more tight hug and some kisses, they parted into the cabins to change for the life ahead of them. A life guided by the life the lived in their previous life and society expected them to continue in someone. Keir snorted as he put his clothes aside over this thought. He never got why his past life should determine his future when he already carved out a path for himself here and now.

Yes, I am slightly drunk right now but I love these idiots already because Amren knows he has some short-comings in the emotional department, Keir is a drama queen and Màiren the single brain cell in many moments and the one who knows how to keep Keir sane

[swtki]

Destroy Dick December - P.P

Pairing: Mcu! College! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Summary: Inspired by this fic by @selfcarecap (read it bc its literally so good !), usually destroy dick December is a joke, not this time though!

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, overstim, vaginal sex, oral sex (m + f), handjob, facefucking, sexting, masterbation ( m+f), swearing (duh), vanilla sex, romantic sex, rough sex, mentions of spit, unprotected sex, creampie, degration, pet names (baby, sweet boy/girl, angel), dry orgasm, crying (m), nutting in pants, dry humping, humiliation (m), Sub! Peter, Femdom, borderline sex addiction, female doesn’t orgasm sometimes, let me know if I missed any!

A/N: while usually I use tasm Peter, I felt that mcu Peter would fit better with this concept. Once again, read No Nut November here!

Day 1

It started off simple enough, the first few days would be normal for us and then it would get a bit more challenging after that. We knew this going in, and we talked about it majority of November. The pent up sexual urges we both had led the conversation.

“So will wet dreams count or no? Because I lost a few times this past month because of them.” he asked, spinning around in his desk chair.

“Mmmm, yeah I think they’ll count towards you. Not saying you should resort to having fifteen sex dreams a night or anything, but it might help to have one or two every now and then. I can only be up for so much.” its not that I wasn’t excited about sex, I just knew I would get bored of it every day, multiple times a day. He needed to be self sufficient.

“Do you want me to do what we always do? Like, do you want me to make the 2:1 ratio of your orgasms to mine?” Peter always talked so technical, as if we weren’t doing this partly for shits and giggles.

“God no, its destroy dick december, and I don’t have a dick. This month is all about you, baby.” I crawled over to him from my place on the floor. “We should start, I’ve planned the first day to be real special.” He gave me a confused look but agreed and sat on the bed. I stood up in front of him, unbuttoning my sweater to reveal a lace bra. It was sheer against my breast, the cold air making my nipples buck up against the fabric. “You’ve gotta tell May to fix that heater.” I laughed.

He stared at me, hands in his lap. “Please keep going.” he begged. Usually, speaking when not spoken to would have been an automatic restraining. But that night wasn’t the usual, it was supposed to be a love filled night. I tugged down my jeans, revealing the matching bottoms of my lingerie.

He looked at me as though the reincarnate of Athena herself were standing in front of him, he always did. I climbed on top of his lap, his hands immediately grasping my ass to keep me stable. My arms snaked around his neck , pressing my body closer to his. As the warmth radiating from his skin wrapped around me, I realized that this was giving me deja vu of our first time together. The light touches, my body against his, the urge to go slow but the fact that we only have so long until May comes home. Yeah, this was just like that.

We rarely skipped any foreplay, but I needed him wrapped around my body as soon as possible, and most importantly, inside of my body. I kiss him for a while, letting hands roam and tongue explore. I could feel him underneath me. I could feel how much he felt the same way as I did.

I lay back on his mattress, feeling the cold air once again as he stood to strip. A few bruises decorated his muscular frame, but we’d fucked with much worse wounds. With much less care as I would use that night. He kicked off the blue striped boxers, climbing into bed so he was placed with my legs on either side of him. He kissed me this time, fiddling with the hooks on my back. I could feel him smile when they finally pulled apart, a triumph for the boy. As he slid himself inside of me I wrapped my legs around his waist. The familiar pressure below my stomach, the soft brush of his hip bones against my clit, the sweat making our bodies stick together. I let it all sink in as I laid there. He thrusted with his own steady pace, and I didn’t ask him to change it. I didn’t realize my eyes were shut until he whispered “Open your eyes, baby.” and brushed the hair out of my face. Of course I complied, meeting his eyes with mine immediately. He was close, his hips started getting sloppy, and the grip he had on the sheet made me worried he would rip it.

“Are you close?” I whispered, he made a small whimper signaling that yes, he in fact was. “Cum inside of me, Peter. Wanna be filled with you.” As if I had just hacked the magic code, he released with a loud groan. Staying inside of me, he collapsed and put his head in the crook of my neck.

“I think the next few days will be easy.” He said.

Day 7

Seven, seven? How was I going to manage to help Peter cum seven times that day? I was tired, I was sore from day five and day six, and most importantly I only had so many functions. At this point, I was just a hole and maybe a mouth, but it was all for the cause.

We facetimed in the morning, getting the first two out of the way. I came over in the afternoon, did one round in missionary, did one where I was on top and he thrusted, we only had three to go.

“Pete I need a break, well, my vagina needs one. How are you feeling?” I asked, my hand rubbing his shoulder. I noticed that his face turned red. “How fucking short of a refractory period did the spider bite give you?”

“Uh, y’know like a minute.” He said quietly. I laughed and sunk to my knees.

“Let me take care of you, of course with you doing all the work.” his pants had been discarded a while ago, and I only wore his shirt and my underwear. While yes, I was tired, he would be sensitive now so it wouldn’t be like a fifteen minute endeavor like usual. I grabbed his hands, placing them on my head. “Fuck my face?” he pulled in a sharp breath and stuck his cock into my open mouth.

He had my nose pressed up against his pubic bone, and my hands were flat against his thigh. He thrusted once, earning a grotesque gagging noise from me. This repeated until I was covered in my own spit, my nose running from the constant gagging. He forced my head onto him again, and held it there while his cum dripped down my throat.

Two to go.

Day 14

Mutual masterbation didn’t solve everything, but it could help. We could be across the room from each other, just getting ourselves off while the other benefited. I pushed my skirt up while I was sitting on his bed, him sitting on the chair a few feet away. It caught his attention as a soft moan left my lips. His head snapped towards me, smiling and proceeding to tug his jeans down. I watched him stroke up and down on his cock, and he watched me rub the sensitive bud between my legs. Neither of us really said anything, our moans filled the room as I came undone and he exploded with a few more tugs. Sex hadn’t lost its meaning or its appeal, it was just a bit too strenuous for me to do that many times.

Day 20

By day twenty, we were both sensitive. It felt like we would only stop having any sexual contact when we slept. And even then I was still considering letting him fuck me in my sleep so we could keep with the score. It hadn’t gotten to that point yet, but I spent the night after day nineteen, so I awoke to Peter laying next to me. He no longer got morning wood, but it wouldn’t take that much to fix it. I watched him sleep, enjoying the peace and warmth that our bodies radiated. He stirred awake, and suddenly that peace was over.

“Peter, I’ve been thinking.” I said with my arms wrapped around him. “If you wanna go ahead and call it quits on this challenge-“

“No, I want to complete it. You can tap out of course, but I want to complete it.” He interrupted, a serious look painting his face.

“I wanna help you complete it.” I sat up and strattled his lap, my underwear and his pajama pants were the only things keeping our skin from touching. I could feel the hardness under my ass, and I wiggled my hips a bit to tease him. “Remember when we first got together, how we would dry hump all the time?” I started grinding on him, biting my lip from the pleasure. I could feel how bad he needed me, the proof was rubbing against my cunt. He was quiet, obviously trying to make this last. I pressed down harder and earned a whimper. The more I moved and the harder I pressed, the louder he was. When his eyes rolled back into his head and I felt a wet spot on my thigh, I knew that his first orgasm of that day was in his pants. It felt good.

Day 27

Anytime Peter was under me I had him whimpering. I kept giving him handjobs, let him rut against me when I was lazy, the usual. His whimpers had become more high pitched, as I continued to rub his cock with my spit well after he had cum he would almost yelp. His hips would buck up, he would try and squirm away and he would screw his eyes shut. On the 25th orgasm of that day, he sobbed. I hadn’t given him a break since the fifteenth orgasm, and he was feeling the effects of it. As soon as I saw the tears fall from his beautiful eyes, I stopped and checked in.

“You okay, baby?” I rubbed his thigh in a loving manor.

“Ye-yes. Feels so good when you do that. Im in Heaven right now.” He sounded tired, but insisted I continue. His tears wouldn’t cease after that day.

Day 31

We were done. Finally done. Well, almost at least. We had made twenty nine that new years eve, and on that twenty ninth, a strange thing happened. Peters hips faultered, he cried a bit, and he slumped over when he came. The only thing that didn’t happen was the actual white liquid. His body ran out it seemed. We decided to save the last one for later in the evening. Send the year off with a bang if you will. But, even the last orgasm was dry. I felt proud of myself and I know he felt embarrassed.

January 1st

The day without sex was much needed. Peter and I went on a date where I didn’t get fucked immediately after for the first time in a month. He also wore a metaphorical badge of honor for his dedication to Destroy Dick December. I didn’t know how long it would take for us to even dry hump again, but at least my boy was happy.

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[justsomeboredgirl]

one piece chapter 1043

allow me to say this first : I FRICKIN LOVE YAMATO!!!! also im shaking, trembling, shivering bc dammit we're gonna get joyboy and all of you need to see it!!

my thoughts:

winner is kaido but yeah it's worth it if fuckin joyboy gonna be back holy shit

well yeah ofc the strawhats will still believe in luffy but my heart still warmed

"protect the captains" YEAH!!!

"im fighting, trafalgar, surrendering or letting him kill us is out of the question" kidd you have my respect wow i mean you had it all along but it's more now

also guys what does this mean??? can law always heard "voices"?? this is the first time i've seen it??? i know he's a D. but like??? what do you guys think??

i get it momo, the situation is devastating but don't give up!!!

YAMATO THO : "you can fight until your last breath! isn't that the way of the samurai?!" sobs so proud. also this "everything wano endured for the last 20 years was for the sake of this battle! even if surrender is our only option, i'd rather we die together!!!! shit yamato damnnnn

resolute stare wowwww loving yamato so much

ZUNESHA TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW NOW WHAT THE HELL IS DRUM OF LIBERATION?! WHO IS JOYBOY?! nika as in the sun god in shandora right?? shit guys we were right all along, nika the sun god is joyboy, or at least connected to joyboy

edit : someone tell me that the translator note about nika is about the grin sfx ahahah, got excited for nothing sorry. BUT STILL!!! why did oda use "nika" as the grin sfx??? why do it deliberately??? when i read about the sun god nika in skypiea arc, i was suspicious bc why mention it?? i believe there will be a connection in nika and joyboy. the skypieq arc will be important im sure of it!!

i will share a whole panel bc this is so damn important, but please read it yourself, i can share the link if you want

shitttttt holy shit im shaking from excitement. "drum of liberation" shaking. "he is there without a doubt... joyboy" shaking. a quiet smile, SHAKING AAAA.

guys let's brainstorm together: luffy there had like smoke?? raising from his body and he's grinning, while when kaido beat him, he's just ya know unconscious. im so curious about the black thingy?? that covere his eyes, what does that mean??? look at this

this is from the previous panel, black eyes while usually when he's unconscious luffy's eyes is just this round white. scary and ominous but this is a good thing right???

there's theories that luffy is joyboy's reincarnation and we will get the confirmation next chapter, im srsly mind blow you guys, we're getting the history next chapter and it may be the full history of joyboy and zunesha, god i hope so. 1000+ CHAPTERS AND WE'RE FINALLY GONNA KNOW WHO THE FUCK JOYBOY IS

i had been waiting for luffy's awakening but like IS THIS FOR REAL THE AWAKENING???? LIKE JOYBOY'S SOUL/SPIRIT COMING OUT OF LUFFY???? damn our boi will really bring a new dawn to the world... IM SAMA WATCH YO BACK MUAHAHAHHA

ah break next week but it's okay, it's so goddamn worth it bc of this chapter

conclusion:

LIKE FR IT'S CRAZY GOOD THIS WEEK

[korra-northeast-germany]

Tw: implied scuicide attempt

Mammon's reincarnation

"Huh this is purgatory?", the demon would walk through the black abyss, memeoriess being played like silly tiktok compilations over and over again. They said purgatory would be torture no where to run or hide, no past to devildom or the celestial realm. "Watching my memories like a characters out of context video.." a pause as he stared at one particular screen, it was not a memory least one he hadn't remembered. "What's.. this?"

A tanned hand would touch the unknown video only to be sucked into the human realm. He finds himself in a building he never stepped foot in, a bird cage followed by the flag of a country he's never heard of. Uniforms, bookcases of diaries. Where was this place? Where was he?

mammon sees a mirror, forcing himself to look at it, he sees someone he's unable to recognize at all. No longer was he a tanned demon, an avatar of greed. Instead he was an albino red eyed male, one that dawned a large sense of familiarity. "Why the hell..." he can't help but be freaked out. "No no no where am I?! who Is this?! I didnt posess a human did I?! What's going on?!" He runs down the stairs finding a tall German male with blue eyes focesed on something, he coudknt make out. Shit. He just possessed someone's sibling. "Hey hey can you tell me what's happening? Do you know where I am?" He questions gripping the males hand. Instead the man fsce drenched in tears would return the grip altho more..gentle. "Prussia.." the stranger speaks, "please please don't ever try thst again..don't ever ty to end your life like hsta again.. please.. you're all that I care about I need you"

Why does he feel like this happened before?

Why does it feel so fucking real

His brothers never cried over him

They never cried when he almost died

They never cried when he ran away

Heck he didn't even think they cried when he DID die

But here Mammon was with a strsnger crying over someone named 'Prussia' yet it felt like the person was talking about him.

Wait-

He was reincarnated wasn't He?

That would explain everything. He died ridiculed and hated by his brothers and was given a family, a brother who actually loved him to the point of crying over him.

That's right.

This person was his brother, his NEW brother.

Prussia would sadly rub the person's back while holding this close, a sense of softness he rarely shown in devildom near the end of his life.

"I won't leave you brother, I promise"

A/n: okay see this was a draft for s few months now and I felt bad for not posting new angst content so have this mini crossover thingy lol

[the-broken-truth]

i have a good one, this is really far fetched but. yandere parents bruce and dinaa where they have a son together, due to neglect of both parents the boy is basically raised by alfred, but the thing is, the son is at the same time ridiculously overpowered and a reincarnator, that upon his death, got back to when he was about 10 now knowing that his quest for parental love is a lost cause, he just says fuck it, drop them and just starts treating alfred as his reals dad.

Broken Truth: So, a reincarnated son of Bruce and Diana who treats Alfred as his father instead of them. Okay, I can weave those words.

The 10-year-old boy looked at the dark ceiling in his room as the rain hit the window from the storm going on outside; normally, the rain would soothe him and help him get some sleep but his mind was everywhere right now. So many things and so little time...well, that was the case for the life he once lived before he was reincarnated into his present body - The Heir of Two Factions.

On his maternal side, he had warrior's blood in his veins, the essence of a proud people that hated his gender, thus his mother sent him here to live with his father, completely ignoring the boy's existence. His mother was Diana Prince - also known as Wonder Woman - The Heiress of Themyscira, the island of the Amazons.

As for his father, he wasn't any better at taking care of his son...well, maybe he cared for the boy's older brothers but that was all. The Dark Knight of Gotham City and the Richest Bachelor of said city - The Batman - also known as Bruce Wayne.

[Name] growled to himself at the thought of his parents before throwing the blanket off his body and getting out of bed. He marched to the door and opened it before leaving the room and marching down the hallway, to the stairs, and down them.

'I need something to drink. My blood is getting too hot.' [Name] growled in his mind - the last time his blood was this hot was on a battlefield in his past life. He walked into the kitchen where the light was on and the Family Butler was standing there with a cup of coffee and a newspaper.

"Young Master, what are you doing up? It's past your bedtime." Alfred said as he closed the newspaper.

"Sorry, Alfred, I just wanted something to drink; my blood feels like it's boiling right now." [Name] said as he walked over to the butler with a tired look. Without words, Alfred rose from his seat and walked over to the fridge with an empty glass and began to pour some apple juice - the young master's favorite - before handing the glass to the boy who smiled at him and started drinking the glass's contents before the butler, who smiled at this before offering the boy to sit beside him.

"Now, tell me, Young Master, what has your blood boiling at this time of night? Are the memories of your past life bothering you again?" Alfred asked with a raised eyebrow. Yes, [Name] told Alfred about his past life and the butler believed him - he knew things that no child should know if not living those memories again.

"Yes, once again, I find myself plagued by my past life's choices because I'm living through them again - trying to get my mother and father to love me...but nothing is working." [Name] exhaled as he looked down at his drink as Alfred placed a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I am aware of your strife, Young Master, but sometimes some battles aren't worth fighting because it's a waste of our time; I don't think Mast Bruce would notice you as his son because he has others, and Diana's people aren't fond of men. Please, live your life and forget about Master Bruce or Lady Diana." Alfred said as he smiled at the boy who suddenly hugged him, "Master [Name]?"

"Screw them. I don't care about them anymore. You can be my dad, Alfred, at least you care about me." [Name] said as he snuggled in Alfred's stomach with a smile on his face. The butler smiled and rubbed the boy's back and hugged him.

"It would be my honor, son."