#aw going back to being a twelve year old lol

[cameforstuff]

Had a dream that having a tumblr was tied to getting a studio apartment. Filled with the vague dread of needing to go to class on time.

I think I went to Tumblr University.

[sehtoast]

I’m glad you said something bc the number of people acting like they want Ryan dead is insane 😭 like usually a lot of posts are like “the morally grey characters in the morally grey show are acting kind of bad?! I want them dead” but doing it with Ryan is a whole other level like c’mon

99% of the time I don't engage in fandom drama (unless they walk up in my house, in which case that shit's fair game lol) but it REALLY bugs me when people are shitty about kids.

i don't get how people are missing the point of him being a literal CHILD that's being forced to choose between awful and awful. he's like 12, just lost his mother, found out his whole life had been illusionary all except for his mom's love, got swept up into a war he never asked to be part of, and hot-potatoes back and forth between Homelander and butcher because they're both family but there's no world in which he can truly have his family be whole without alienating the other half.

he's clinging to what he's got left. he's a little kid. he's afraid. if he loses Homelander, he loses his father- he loses his last parent and the person who taught him that he doesn't have to hate himself for his powers. if he loses butcher, he loses that last part of his mother. he loses someone who loved her just as much as he did, who can talk about her and share the beauty of her memory, and there's no world in which that won't tear his little heart out all over again.

grace dropped homelander's shitty deeds on Ryan as if the laundry list of them would somehow make turning on homie a cut and dry decision. Ryan now has to rationalize that the father he knows is the same man who did x y and z. he has to grapple with the idea that he'd be committing to killing another one of his parents if he were to join butcher's side.

he's TWELVE YEARS OLD.

there is no choice that doesn't break his little heart all over again. if I were him, I'd have run out of that room too. i'd have shoved grace too, especially if I thought she was going to lock me in a box and force me to become a weapon- especially if I knew that humans had done all that and worse to my father.

Ryan's not a monster for having a heart. in fact, he's the most human of anyone on that show.

[inez-winchester-cameron]

"First Period"

↠Pairing: Dean and Sam Winchester x little sibling!reader (afab)

↠Summary: Dean and Sam help their little sister out as she experiences her first period (FLUFF)

↠Notes: reader is around 14, really late first period lol

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Dean and Sam had raised you, their half-sibling, since they were twelve and seven. John had dropped you off to them one day, explaining that you were from a hook-up he had and your mother wanted nothing to do with you. So from that day forward, Dean and Sam took care of you. It was rough but they managed. 

Dean had known something was off since lunch, he just didn’t know what. After devouring your meal as you always do, you started complaining of your stomach hurting. Like the supportive brothers they were, they stopped at the gas station and grabbed you some medication but nothing seemed to be helping. You guys were still a good ways away from where you needed to go, nearly four hours. So you just suffered in the back of the Impala, holding your stomach while listening to Dean’s rock music. 

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat after a bit and felt something wet. You raised an eyebrow and looked down, moving over to see what you had sat on. Although it wasn’t visible on the black seats, you felt the wetness and lifted your finger up, discovering it was blood. Your eyes widened and you quickly looked at your body. Your jeans were absolutely soaked in blood, right on the crotch.

Being raised by two brothers with minimal education, didn’t really allow much time for “the talk”. Sam had minorly explained what a period was a few years back, but he didn’t get specific details, as he had been interrupted. It was then forgot about, why would they even remember something like that? Due to your limited social interaction with other kids, you had barely heard any talk of periods, pads, tampons, etc. You were a little panicked, looking at the blood and at your jeans.

“Umm,” you mumbled, and Sam glanced back.

“Y/n? Why’re you out of your seat? You should have your seatbelt on.” He turned back and his eyes widened at the giant stain on your jeans.

“S-Sam, I think I'm bleeding…” You mumbled. 

“You’re ble- what!?” Dean exclaimed, looking back. Dean slowed to a stop, pulling over. He then looked back to and his eyes also widened, “Aw fuck.”

Sam picked up on your panicked expression and quickly gained his composure, “You’re alright, Y/n. It’s just your period.”

“My- my period?” You asked, taking a minute to process.

“You didn’t give her the talk?” Dean questioned.

“No he did I just-” You defended the younger brother, “I just didn’t realize it would be like- this. Ummm..what do I do?”

Sam had briefly explained not what it was, but not what to do about it. Your face burned in embarrassment. Sam reached out and gently touched your knee while Dean pulled back out onto the road, “You’re okay, Y/n. We need to stop for some supplies okay?”

You slowly nodded, unsure of what he meant. You waited patiently, anxiously as Dean pulled into the next convenience store. Sam and Dean both went to get out, “Wait-! Can one of you stay?”

Sam smiled gently, “Of course. Dean, why don’t you head in?” Dean’s eyes widened, he didn’t know shit about periods. But he didn’t want to stress you out more, so he nodded and headed in. 

That’s how Dean ended up standing next to a random twelve year old in a convenience store. Dean stood there, hands in pockets, looking at what they had. The twelve year old, embarrassed, and too afraid to grab her pads in front of a random grown ass man, stood there as well. The two stood there for an embarrassingly long amount of time, waiting each other out. Eventually the girl’s mother retrieved her and grabbed the pads. Dean watched what she grabbed and grabbed the same exact ones. He then looked at the tampons. He ended up deciding on a variety pack of those. He played it cool at the register, pretending he wasn’t embarrassed to be buying feminine hygiene products. 

He eventually went back out to the Impala, getting back in and handing them to you, “There you go.” Sam glanced at him, silently wondering what took so long but Dean just shrugged. You looked at the boxes.

“Don’t worry about the tampons for now, just go into the bathroom and put a pad on your underwear, the sticky part goes in the middle, and the wings will fold onto the outside,” Sam explained, knowing his fair share of information from dating Jess. You nodded and went to do so, coming back later, “All set? Don’t worry we’ll get you new clothes as soon as we get to a motel and can find a store.”

You nod and set the bag to the side. Dean pulls out onto the road, glad this whole situation was over. Eventually you piped up from the back, “Hey, how do the tampons work?” Sam went to answer and glanced at Dean, smiling a little at what he was about to do.

“Don’t worry, Dean will explain that one to you later.”

[leifygreeens]

Omg hi! May I request something with harvey and gn!reader in which they are in a game of truth or dare with the other balchelors/rettes and one of them dares the farmer to kiss the doctor (farmer and harv are not necessarily in a relationship yet but they are close friends...or more ?)

Drink water! XD

Hello!! This prompt was a lot of fun to do, and Harvey is so cute! Thank you for the request anon, I really appreciate it! I don't have a beta reader unfortunately, so this might have typos or awkward phrasing (english isn't my first language agh) but I hope you enjoy anyway!! This one took me a bit longer, sorry about that! Also I drank water just for you, anon <3

Warnings: 2329-ish words, foul language, alcohol consumption, GN!Farmer, implied Sam/Penny, a little suggestive, manipulative Haley(but it's for everyone's benefit, don't worry), the farmer eats mayo on a dare lol

The only alcohol Harvey drinks is wine.

Wine lets him unwind—it loosens up his tense, stressed muscles, and after one glass, he’s set for the night. He doesn’t go crazy, and he absolutely does not drink liquor.

Apparently, the Farmer does.

They’re squeezed in on the loveseat between Elliott and Shane, with one arm thrown over the back of the cushions, and they’re intermittently stealing Shane’s beer to down a few gulps at a time. As their doctor, he’s concerned, but as their boyfr—as their friend—his nerve endings are singed, and an uneasy feeling is building in his gut.

If he was an idiot he’d blame the feeling on the nasty liquor Alex and Haley brought to the farmhouse. It's deep brown and thick like molasses on the way down and has a nasty aftertaste that makes him want to hurl.

Unfortunately, he’s more self-aware than that.

Which means he knows that the sudden stab through his chest when the Farmer leans in a little too close to Elliott is just jealousy. The feeling is harsh and thrashing, like a green sludge cloying up his throat and gluing his tongue to the back of his teeth. It's awful. He's 40 years old for chrissakes.

Maru and Abigail cheer loudly on his left, piled onto the couch with Sebastian and Sam, and part of him wishes he’d stayed home. He could’ve faked sick, maybe, and blamed it on the frigid winds that blow in from the ocean during this time of year. He’s never really liked winter.

But even though watching the Farmer eat up Shane and Elliott's eager attention is keying him up more than any surgery he’s ever had to perform, he never misses Thirsty Thursday.

‘Thirsty Thursday’ is what the Farmer calls it. They coined the term with their old group of friends back in the city, or so he’s been told.

The rules are simple: once a month, everyone brings a bottle of alcohol to one person’s house, and they spend the whole night getting plastered while playing drinking games. The game is different every time.

Today's game of choice is truth, dare, or strip.

They've been playing for about an hour, and everyone is in varying states of undress. Harvey himself has already lost his tie and both of his shoes—not bad, all things considered. There’s a pile of clothes building in the middle of the living room, and twelve pairs of shoes scattered between half-empty bottles of alcohol.

Thankfully it doesn’t look like he’s going to be losing anything else, because the group has abandoned their attacks on each other in favor of ganging up on the Farmer, who’s still fully clothed. Their boots laced up and strings swinging to-and-fro. He watches them like pendulums, and takes another sip from his cup.

Alex flops back on the floor and throws his arms up in defeat.

“I give up, this is impossible,” he shouts, and Haley pokes him in the side with her foot.

“Quit being dramatic, you big baby,” she scolds him, raising an eyebrow with all the judgement of an angel at the gates of the afterlife. She's always making Harvey nervous these days. She's too keen; she knows too much, sees too much.

“There’s gotta be something they won’t do,” Sam yells across the room, his laugh as boisterous as ever. Harvey winces. His ears are always so sensitive when he’s been drinking.

The Farmer tosses their head back and laughs, the sound ringing sharply throughout the room. Harvey licks his lips, and rubs off any residual alcohol clinging to his mustache with the back of his hand. The hair scratches his skin, and it grounds him, if only a little bit.

“I think I’ve got one,” Penny says suddenly, sitting up and pointing at the Farmer with an eager look on her face. Harvey knows for a fact that she’s stone-cold-sober, and he honestly can’t believe she’d even show up for Thirsty Thursday, given how she feels about alcohol, but maybe the fact that she’s been glued to Sam’s arm all night has something to do with it. He won’t ask. “Farmer, truth or dare?” 

“Dare,” the Farmer says. Predictable.

“I dare you to eat a spoonful of mayonnaise.” Harvey’s face twists in disgust immediately, and the volume in the room goes up to a hundred. Everyone’s laughing because they’re sure they wouldn’t. Not even the Farmer would do something so disgusting.

Harvey knows otherwise.

He watches with unsurprised horror as they lean forward, elbows on their knees, and give Penny a smug grin.

“That’s it?” Their voice is like a gunshot in the living room, silencing the group for half a moment before, like vultures to roadkill, Sam is jumping up and rushing into the kitchen with Alex and Leah hot on his heels. 

Within thirty seconds there’s a jar of mayonnaise sitting heavy between the Farmer’s thighs, and Emily is handing them a spoon. Harvey’s pretty sure at least seven of them are yanking their phones out of their pocket to video the whole thing, and while he gets it, he’s seen the Farmer do much worse.

As their doctor, he’s well aware of the shenanigans they get up to during their free time, and if he’s being realistic, eating a spoonful of mayo is probably the tamest thing they’ve done in three months.

It’s still gross though. Harvey snorts to himself, watching the look on their face when they twist open the cap and dig their spoon into the jar. Harvey snickers under his breath at the subtle green tinge on their cheeks as they bring it up to their mouth, and close their lips over the spoon.

They barely manage to get it down, to the resounding cheers of glee and disgust around them.

“Holy shit, you actually did it!” Sam cackles, shoving his camera in the farmer’s face. They flip him off and he devolves into a fit of giggles.

Sebastian gags, shaking his bangs out of his eyes and flopping back down on the couch behind Harvey. “That was the grossest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or disgusted,” Shane muses, holding his beer far out of reach from the Farmer’s grabby hands. “Nuh-uh, don’t even think about it. You did this to yourself, and I don’t want your mayo mouth on my drink, so go get your own.” 

The Farmer whines petulantly, and Harvey gets up on his knees to pass the bottle of cranberry juice Penny brought for the punch mix. There’s just enough leftover to wash down the taste, and the Farmer plucks the near-empty jug out of his hands gratefully.

“My savior, thank you.” They guzzle the rest of the jug without preamble, and in their haste, a single drop trickles from the corner of their lips and down their chin. Harvey watches it like a hawk, and in the darkest corner of his mind, he wonders how it’d taste to lick it off.

He looks away, and his ears burn.

“That was disgusting, don’t make me do that ever again,” The Farmer says, and Emily throws a pillow at them. It bounces off of their head harmlessly, and Shane catches it before it falls to the floor.

“We didn’t make you do anything,” Shane reminds them dryly, leaning back into the cushions with a smirk. “You could’ve just taken off your boots or something.”

“But they have to protect their honor!” Leah laughs, sea-blue eyes bright and twinkling as she throws her arm over Elliott and the Farmer’s shoulder from behind the loveseat.

“Oh goodness, I can smell it on your breath.” Elliott jokes, dramatically yanking himself out of Leah’s grip and leaning far over the arm of the loveseat.

“How do you think I feel?” The Farmer snaps at him without a trace of heat in their voice, and Elliott snorts into his palm.

“Well, if that didn’t work, I’m out of ideas.” Penny shrugs, sitting back against Sam’s chest. 

“Yeah, I’ve got nothing,” Sam agrees.

Maru leans forward and looks around. “Anyone else?”

Silence follows, and Harvey almost gets ready to collect his clothes from the pile, when Haley raises her hand.

“I’ve got one.”

“Can’t possibly be worse than making me eat mayo.” The Farmer shudders, setting the empty juice jug on the coffee table with a hollow thunk. Harvey settles back down, his heart making a similar sound.

Haley cocks her head to the side, her hair swaying in front of her calculating blue eyes. “I dare you to kiss Harvey.” 

Harvey doesn’t like a lot of things.

He doesn’t like liquor. He doesn’t like coral, or salmonberries, or the cold. He doesn’t like when the Farmer goes into the mines and comes back with a new gash for him to stitch up, or a fractured bone for him to set, and he does not like Thirsty Thursday.

He keeps his eyes glued to the Farmer, and desperately ignores every other pair of eyes currently digging into his skin. They’re all talking, but his ears have lost all functionality and the world sounds muffled, like he's listening to everything through his stethoscope.

“I, uh…” The Farmer stutters, and Harvey’s pulled back to the present. He hangs onto every syllable, his gut clenching, waiting for the sucker-punch of rejection. When it comes, he’s going to have to pretend to be normal about it, but everyone will stare at him with that glitter of pity in the backs of their eyes that he hates so much— “I’d have to brush my teeth. Harvey hates the taste of mayonnaise.”

If he didn't know any better, he'd think his lower jaw unhinged itself and splashed into his drink.

Harvey shakes his head, pushing his glasses higher on his nose. “I’m sorry, come again?”

The Farmer shrugs, but they won’t meet his eyes. “I mean, if you’re cool with it, I just have to brush my teeth. It was my dare, why should you have to suffer for it?”

They glance at him, at his lips, and Harvey’s launched to cloud nine.

“I—okay. Go brush your teeth then.”

The Farmer nods stiffly, their cheeks and ears flushing as they stand up. “Cool. Be right back.”

He looks up, suddenly afraid, and glances across the coffee table at Haley. She’s grinning, her teeth glinting like a lioness who just caught a gazelle in her jaws. Harvey rubs the back of his neck, his skin burning.

There’s a few hollers from the guys behind him, and he’s pretty sure Alex and Leah have both clapped him on the back. He didn’t even do anything.

“Okay!” The Farmer calls three agonizing minutes later, their voice echoing down the hall and entering the room a few seconds before they do. Harvey stays rooted to the floor, his wrists aching from leaning back on them for so long. His palms are probably indented with the texture of the rug beneath him. His eyes don’t stray from the Farmer as they walk around the couches and every forgotten bottle littering their living room floor. They crouch down in front of him, settling down on their knees, and Harvey’s brain finally catches up with him.

The Farmer is going to kiss him.

He’s going to pass out.

“So, um. How do you want me to…?” They ask, and he thinks about it for a moment before realizing they’re looking at Haley. 

“You can’t figure that out for yourselves?” Haley asks, her voice sharp and cutting.

The Farmer’s hands flap around as they sputter, “This is your dare! How am I supposed to know, I can’t read your mind!”

“Farmer.” Harvey sets his solo cup on the coffee table. “You didn’t brush your teeth just to argue with Haley, did you?”

It’s the fucking liquor. It always makes him lose his filter. It gives him confidence, but it also chases his inhibitions away, and makes him impatient. He's already impatient though, and he's terribly sick of the will-we-won't-we bullshit they've had going for the last six months.

Another round of hollers and gleeful exclamations bounce off the walls, but he’s not paying attention anymore.

“No, I didn’t.” They say quietly, and they’re not paying attention to anyone else, either. “So how do you want me to do this?”

Harvey swallows hard, his eyes flicking down to their lips. “How do you think I want you to do it?”

“Messy,” they whisper, cupping his jaw in their hands, and he might as well be delirious. “But that’s not really appropriate when we have an audience, so you’ll have to settle for less.”

“Guess you’ll just have to do it again when there’s no audience,” Harvey hisses, and then their lips are on his. There’s condensation from the beer mixing with the sweat on his palms, but he brings his hands up to grip their waist anyway. They shiver against him, breathing slowly through their nose, and Harvey pulls them closer.

They taste like toothpaste and feel like silk in his hands. He squeezes once, trying not to groan into their mouth, lest he put on a show for the rest of the group, but they rearrange themselves against his lips, and suddenly his glasses are digging into the bridge of his nose.

He yanks himself away, barely taking a breath as he tears his glasses off his face and tosses them onto the coffee table with a clatter. He pays it no mind. Someone whistles. It sounds like Shane. Harvey drags the Farmer back in and slots their lips together, clicking together like puzzle pieces as they sling their arms over his shoulders. 

He slips his thumb under their shirt, just barely, and their voice rumbles deep in their chest.

He thinks he could learn to love Thirsty Thursday.

[venusvity]

DAY ONE OF THE TWELVE DAYS OF VENUS CHALLENGE ; what happened to the plot?

So excited to start this challenge! Over the years Venus has had many, and I mean many, plots and rewrites so I decided to compile all the ones I can remember for day one of this challenge. I've probably forgotten some because I have the memory of a fish but if you want to refresh my memory there is also an ASK GAME going on for the challenge where you can bring up old Venus plots you loved/remembered. Here's to five years! TW // MENTIONS OF DRUG ADDICTION, DEPRESSION, CHEATING, SEXISM, TOXIC/ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS, AND SUICIDE.

TRANSCRIPTION.

Venus at their conception was literally just Baebi and friends. Like, if you think my Yoonah favoritism is bad NOW you should’ve been there for 2019. Truly, I didn’t give a damn about any of the other girls until a little while later when I wanted to project my love for Johnny Suh onto an OC because I was tired of writing in 2nd person lol! The original line up consisted of Baebi, Jaeyeon, Aki, Chloe and Jiah which is probably why I have such an attachment to what I deem “The Big Three”. Baebi, Chloe, and Jiah (now Sena congrats bby) are the only Venus girls I’ve ever really been able to consistently write for which is why they, typically, stick around unlike the rotating fifth slot. Anyways, plots.

The main plot at the time was cenetered around Yoonah and her battle with depression, making her a not great person. At that time, no one had really had a devisive character like that before and I’m only saying that because the amount of anons I would get telling me Yoonah is a bad person and they don’t know why I would write someone like her (she’s so tame by today’s comparison lol) told me that. The community was pretty small, max 12 people at the time so I don’t blame them for being thrown off by this version of Yoonah. She was a lot lol.

Anyways, her love interest at the time was Bang Chan and they had this awful and toxic relationship where she would emotionally and verbally abuse him due to her not being abloe to cope with her depression properly. Truly, this was mainly what the Venus blog was about for a while. Yoonah cheating on Chan, Chan trying to help her, them getting back together, them breaking up, wash and repeat. It was fun to write but I needed to branch out more I don’t remember when I retired this plot if I’m being honest? I just remember it not being a thing anymore expect in fun little easter eggs like Yoonah’s English name being Evie. Chan picked that for her. I think it’s a sweet call back lol!

This was like the main thing about Venus I remember at the time besides the Chloe and Jiah plots but that’s on the next page!

TRANSCRIPTION.

Then there was the Chloe and Jiah plots. I do believe these bleed into 2020, I’m not sure as you’ve noticed I suck with dates lol, but these were impactrful as well. Actually, massively impactful! Especially the Chloe plot which ended up evolving into what is now known as the Chloe and Nakyung situation of 2020(?). We will touch on that later lol.

Let’s start with the star of the show: Chloe. Chloe’s plot was about her insecurities in her looks and relationship. Her relationship with Johnny was very ideal; He loved her, he treated her right, and they had been together for years at that point. Still, in every version of the Johnny Saga, he’d cheat. Always. Which would always fuck with Chloe’s low selfesteem more. Anyways, the plot.

Let’s get it out of the way now: OG Chloe is not the bitch we know today. She was very different. She had no confidence, was weak and naive through and through, and couldn’t stand up for herself. Which is why this plot went down the way it did. Johnny and Chloe were together for 6 years before he started to grow tired of constantly reassuring Chloe he loved her and she was the only girl for him. In comes a girl named Kimi. Kimi was in a now defunct group of mine called Colorcoded andw as originally in the Venus lineup before she left due to bullying by their former leader, Jaeyeon. Long story, send an ask if you wanna know lol!

Anyways, Johnny would go on to cheat on Chloe with Kimi and Chloe only found out about this through DISPATCH…Yeah, insanity. She ended up staying with Johnny because he was all she knew and felt no man would ever love her and it was so pathetic and sad to watch like omg girl get up. Anyways, despite trying to fix their relationship, Chloe could not get over him cheating and would go onto cheat on Johnny with Kun. Crazy NCT love triangle I know. Because of this, they would have a fight and FINALLY part ways. This plot was reworked a few times before completely being tossed because some people were… sexist about it? Weird times. Wouldn’t revisit!

TRANSCRIPTION.

Actually, everyone minus Chanbin in the original Jiah plot has been canceled so…i’m not gonna go there lol sorry!

TRANSCRIPTION.

I really only remember Yoonah’s plots and the Chloe and Nakyung thing happening in 2021…Let’s start with Yoonah since I like talking about her more lol! In 2021, Yoonah’s depression had sunken her to the point of a suicide attempt that was very publicly broadcasted. She was in and out of recovery for a hot minute because that was her whole plot. Her point as a character was to show that recover is never linear. Once Yoonah would reenter public life after her attempt, she would begin her never ending battle with addiction. Her drug addiction was a big focal point of her character at the time since it was literally ruining everything around her. Her job, her relationships, her body, she was killing herself in every chapter basically, and by the time she decided to try and get clean she had nearly lost everything she loved.

I remember she was in a very deep love affair with Jaehyun that would fizzle out once she decided to get clean. I did love them together despite them not being the best for one another…I don’t know, there was just a lot of love between them. Around this time was also when I started develving into Yoonah and Jinhwa’s problematic relationship but I feel that got more developed in 2022. In this timeline, Jinhwa had met Yoonah when she was an adult. Their relationship was still not appropriate but it was a lot more acceptable than it is now. The power imbalance though, had always been there and I do find that a bit devestating. Even if he wasn’t a creep, he was still cruel to her. But, Jinhwa was always a creep, just not to Yoonah which is why I think it often went overlooked.

Anyways, this was pretty formative year for Yoonah since this is really where she began to spiral and her lore started to solidify. Cannot tell you what Jiah and Aki were up to. I think Aki was dating Jennie or Sana? And, honestly, Jiah might not have even been in Venus…IDK weird year.

TRANSCIPTION.

This was the year I made the fatal decision of the Nakyung, Johnny, and Chloe love triangle. If you can’t tell, I don’t like this plot point lol. I don’t think I don’t like it as a plot but I hated the response I got. A lot of people used this plot to push outdated and misogynist opinions onto Chloe and Nakyung, mainly Nakyung, and I could not stand it. It felt like I made like I had made a moster I could not get away from which, truly, is why I removed Nakyung from the lineup this year. Even then, no one would shut up about this plot and it drove me insane lol!

Anyways, this plot was about Nakyung fucking Johnny, Chloe’s boyfriend, while Chloe was asleep in the next room. Sure, it was messy and fun until it wasn’t but that was really the only thing it gave. I guess this birthed the version of Chloe we know today but at what cost? Chloe would begin to bully Nakyung due to the affair, she was literally valid for that idk why everyone was taking Nakyung’s side, and would eventually get her removed from the lineup.

This plot has been revised to not make me go crazy and so no one can ever compare my girls to Cassie of Euphoria ever again.

Y'all I cannot remember anything that happened this year. It was a weird year for Venus and for me personally so I've wiped it and much of early 2023 from my memory lol. Just know, a majority of what occurred here is no longer canon and I'm sorry you had to see that.

Happy five years! Here's to five-hundred more! 💗

[rocinantescoffeestop]

[pjo series thoughts - spoilers ep. 1]

First note is a biggie: When Sally starts describing the story of Perseus in the museum, I had to pause. It starts with Perseus and his mother thrown into a box and cast out to sea, to be forgotten about, to die basically. It made me think about how Sally and Percy basically grew up alone, how that situation mirrors Perseus in the myths, and the fact that in the myths the mother-son pair were 'surrounded by sea' (the exact words Sally uses to tell the story, btw) just adds to the parallel.

In the books, Sally describes Poseidon essentially going to the sea and never coming back. In the show, we meet her properly at the apartment and she's standing in the rain, surrounded by water. In short, the 'surrounded by' part of that story is equivalent to 'being shaped by'. Their lives – both Sally-Percy and Perseus and his mom in the myths – had a large part of their lives determined by Poseidon, determined by the sea.

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• Bobofit? just makes me think of Boba Fett and now I'm picturing Nancy fanart as a star wars clone XD

• Eddie the Super is a bro in this adaptation. I agree with what I've heard some other folks saying around these fandom parts, I like this change from Eddie being one of the poker buddies to being at odds with Gabe, too.

• Sally Jackson listening to 'logical' by Olivia Rodrigo. Sally Jackson being an Olivia fan!!!!

• Gabe and Sally's relationship here... it's not good sure, but in this adaptation, I can see sort of how they could have started, maybe at first it not being about 'protecting Percy', as they sort of have a banter here that doesn't just seem like a watered-down/kid-friendly version of a dysfunctional marriage but also like the remnants of some sort of clicking. Of course, I want to believe that Gabe is still an awful human being, and yeah, the show portrays that he's a slum, a verbal dick towards everyone in his life, has abusive habits like checking Sally's phone without permission, so I still don't like him here. But, there's a difference between series!Gabe and book!Gabe in which book!Gabe was just painted as cut and dry, black and white awful, like the worlds slimiest, grimiest old fool. Maybe it's the act of seeing it instead of reading about it since in the book we ARE the narrator – a twelve-year-old boy with a limited worldview and seeing things more as cut-dry/black-white – and here we're more on the outside looking in, so we can approach the world with a more objective viewpoint, and see details not as 'good' or 'bad' but as just details. Just something like 'life just be like that sometimes' kind of way.

• 'Like a puzzle with have the wrong pieces' hit home for me. Also, describing Percy's attention slips through the mist as 'daydreaming' is such a good way to relate ADHD to his demigodness. I like how the series described Percy's mind and disabilities better so far than the books.

• 'Something that felt real to you that no one else can see?' The way Sally delivers this line... UGH so good at being very subtle in suggesting that she can relate to Percy personally here, hinting at her ability to see through the mist as well despite being 100% mortal. Or maybe that's just me knowing things revealed later in the series and subplanting that onto the now.

• It's hard explaining greek gods being real to your son. LOL undercut perfectly with Walker's comedy ("like– like Jesus?"). Also, Walker's acting? 10/10

• putting Percy and Grover at odds in the series just like in the books but each do it differently – in the books, Percy ditches Grover bc he's acting weird and it's stressing Percy out. In the series, Grover is the one that does the dirty deed and makes sure Percy gets expelled from Yancy. Either case, they both put tension in the relationship (to be repaired later in the narrative). So, before you say anything bad about the differences between book and series, think about the emotional part of it. The series speaks to the HEART of the scene, of the story, even if it's not a word-for-word retelling with visuals.

• "He is brutal, he is relentless, he–" "He is still wearing underpants." Classic Percy comedy akdjfhgklsjdfg I'm in love

• Sally setting Grover up for his emotional journey on the quest by making him swear to protect Percy against all monsters/threats that come his way.

• Oh god, it's even more heartwrenching the second time watching Percy watch his mom "die" – the silence that encompasses the moment, all sounds drowning away, the rain so crystal clear on his face, and his eyes... god. so good.

• I love the last scene. The campers' voices coming out of the blackness, the blackness fading into a hazy purple sunset as Percy's vision come to. Annabeth's voice saying "he must be the one,' as she so wants him to be the one that will bring her along on a quest. just the way the framing lands at the end, with the subtle movement of camper silhouettes shifting away and Chiron front and centre, welcoming Percy (and thus the audience) into the world (into the series). Such a good introduction. So, so good.

[night-market-if]

Dear sweet author, poet-est of words, curator of comfort and IF deity of angst...I am not ok. WE are not ok. I'm going preface this "ask" that actually isn't one at all (my very first ever, mind you) with an apology for how rambly and unhinged and it may end up being. I've been wrestling back and forth with my Anxiety about sending this (people-ing makes me nervous) but after finishing Book 1 I cannot get your story out of my head, and you deserve all the love and gushing.

The plot, the characters, the prose are all just so amazing! You're so very talented and deserve all the recognition for this work of art. I've been with your story since before the first Chapter was released and it has gone from something I have enjoyed immensely to one of my favorite IF's ever and oh boy have I read a lot! The lore and environment are rich, and each character has a distinct voice that is their own. There are so many wonderful things I could say but I don't think I'm eloquent enough with words to do it justice.

*SPOLIERS AHEAD*

Reading through the last few chapters, specifically 11 and 12, for obvious reasons I believe I can confidently say I have gone through the 5 stages of grief and more. lol I knew what was coming and it still completely subverted all of my expectations. Played through first as my Milomancer and the literal gut punch I felt in some of that ending dialogue, specifically on whether he cares or not wrecked me. I haven't had a visceral response to a story like this in so long it completely took me by surprise. Oh, and can we just praise you for that buildup of suspense leading to the talk with Milo. I was legitimately holding my breath so convinced we were going to find him at Mals and it was just the invitation. *Screeches*

Anyway, reading this has made me an absolutely feral, sobbing, punching the air howling into the abyss of a mess and I just can't stop thinking of all the possibilities of things to come. When I finished, I immediately went back, read through all the routes with all the variations because I just couldn't get enough. It's crazy to see all the hints, correlation within everything and put it all together. Just genius. There are so many other things I want to touch upon, but this has gotten so out of hand, I apologize. (I hope this doesn't come off as too overly familiar) But now that I've finally sent my first ask I think I'll be comfortable sending more in the future.

So, congrats on technically finishing book 1!! I'm looking forward to reading the beefed-up version and in the future the next book (which ofcourse is a long way off). I'm sure you're chomping at the bit to get everything completed but I do hope you take time for yourself to just relax and be proud of all you have accomplished. Remember to stay hydrated and take care of yourself!

Much love from an old broad who is just a big fan <3

Unhinged asks are my favorite!!!!!

Thank you so much for being here from the get go. I look back on almost a year ago now and kind of feel like I was looking at someone who had no idea what she was doing but was going to barrel through it all anyway. Which, to be fair, is how I treat most things in life.

I'm so glad that you went back and read it again after chapter twelve! I have been peppering in little hints from the get go. So much so that I thought nearly every chapter, someone was going to call me out. LOL! And some people did but most did not which leaves me just in awe.

I've taken next to no time for me, if we're going to be honest. LOL! But I'm hoping to son. Mainly, personal life has been hectic so I am looking forward to sitting and diving into my work again.

I really hope you send more asks in the future! I'm not scary and would love to hear from you. Thank you again so much for reading!

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[karmasrage]

KARMA’S (DETAILED) BACKSTORY ↴

This section contains extensive details on Karma’s childhood-adulthood. I tried to bullet point everything so that it is easier to read through. 

This information is all before her canon main verse begins (before the bg3 storyline). 

CHILDHOOD ↴

Karma is raised as a member of the Church of Cyric to be a Dark Sun cleric. She's awful at it.

Karma is also forced to live in the temple in a sad cold lil basement while The Fakes go somewhere else.

A lil secret Karma had is when she would pray to Cyric nothing would happen. She believed it was because she wasn't loyal enough. The only time she could feel Cyric's presence was when she was begging or participating in deeds that brought her closer to his ways which she felt poo poo about (pulls her further away from ever going to Pelor).

The Fakes treated her like garbage and she wished she hated them but also wanted their approval for everything which was an endless back and forth battle from within for her. (That being said, as she turns 10/11 her attitude starts to come out to them).

All the abuse has a built up rage of anger but she does what she can to make them happy, is beginning to complain about being in the temple cause that's her life.

Karma was only allowed to use certain magic that would not be seen by any other gods. It was real shit magic lol Karma wanted to learn more but was like hmmmmm nah i'm good and got in trouble for that many times.

The holiday of The Day of Dark Sun happens every year and she hates it so much and isn't sure why (well obvi is sure to cause sacrifice but doesn't like how people look at her).

But, Karma was becoming a quiet follower of Cyric and didn't embrace her true deep deep feelings covered behind the trauma until.... her adolescence

ADOLESCENCE ↴

Karma is at the equivalent maturity of a twelve year old girl. She thinks this shitty life of hers is her normal and kinda just exists wanting to find herself. The Fakes are being awful to them.

Adventurers pretty much come to the church to look into a bunch of murders (it's no secret the Day of Dark Sun is coming). No one was taken but someone led on that there was a child that was underneath the temple. Adventurers put two and two together and went to find the child and there's Karma.

Karma tells them to eff off pretty much at first but with some lil quest points here and there for the adventurers, Karma ends up being rescued by them, is confused about her entire life especially hearing that her mother was the trader they always talked about in the past.

When they rescue her, it’s discovered that the fakes were her family but not her parents. The Fakes don’t really say what happens to her parents so it’s assumed they’re dead. 

Karma gets taken under the wing of the barbarian in the group of adventurers, Borris.

Borris is a friendly goliath and pretty much gets close to Karma when she discusses all this anger in her feels like a fire in her chest. Borris suggested that to help with her anger, she learns how to fight for herself.

Karma has a lot of anger and ends up agreeing to learn how to fight for herself (She wasn't completely weak, she did know the basics and was actually pretty high in strength).

Karma begins to learn the ways of the barbarian from Borris (who's a berserker barbarian). She lives at the camp with Borris and the adventurers for some time until the adventurers talk to Borris about letting Karma find a safe home because she can't stay with them as it wasn't safe.

Karma goes to the friendly goliath tribe that Borris was born into and gets taken under his mother Haerra. She begins living with them from the equivalent age of 12-18.

Time goes on and her hair is changing to its natural color, she says she doesn’t know her real name and creates the name Karma. 

When she's 18, Karma comes to realize she wants to be like Borris and adventure out there away from the tribe. 

YOUNG ADULTHOOD ↴

This section is gonna be a lot shorter than the rest. 

Karma is raised with the tribe and like it is said above, she kinda goes on her own and wants to become an adventurer like her adopted brother Borris. 

In the process, she’s also trying to subtly figure out how to get around without the fakes finding out she’s alive and well and not with the adventurers that rescued her. 

At this point, Karma’s hair is completely her natural color. She kinda goes off into lil towns and is just kinda trying to find herself. It's like the equivalent of leaving home for the first time to go to college only to know nothing about the outside world.

Even though she’s an elf and is accepted in mainstream society, she knows nothing of the world. 

She goes into a tavern and there are some people who are being assholes. Karma is this hot high elf who just grabs this man's head and shoves it into a wall then pretty much beats the shit out of all of him and his friends. It’s a beautiful scene that leads to her being the muscle/security of a couple of taverns which leads to being the muscle when the sheriff/justice aint being serviced right in this small town. 

The town kinda becomes like a second home to her but she starts to feel a lil bit like an outsider. It’s not her home, it’s not with her adopted family who she misses, and she’s feeling kinda meh about it.

But she just falls into the routine of drinking, protecting, and sleeping. This is the first town she ends up in after leaving her adopted family and she’s starting to desire something more. But, she’s not sure what yet. 

Then, she turns into the human equivalent of 23 and everything starts to change. 

ADULTHOOD ↴

In small towns, big people typically come in. A group of three men (consisting of a Dragonborn, Half Elf, and human) who were adventurers (currently unnamed) come into town. 

Karma ended up saving their asses and they asked her to join them to travel.

She was at the place where she needed some new adventures so she said yes and joined them. 

This led to her receiving her ‘folk hero’ background. Karma was the muscle and enjoyed working with them but went off on their own.

There was a point where Karma decided to venture away from them. They were very lawful and Karma believed that the law wasn’t right all the time. They respectfully parted ways and Karma went to become a hero on her own.

Karma made the right choice. Her name and stories were whispered and celebrated throughout many different villages in Faerun.

As all good heroes, they created a nickname and motto for Karma. 

The nickname: The Phoenix 

Full title: The Phoenix of the Sunrise Mountains 

The motto: Nothing lights faster than Karma's flames. [tbh still thinking of whether or not this is cool]

All this glory and she was still missing something: Her past. Who were her real parents? Why was she taken in the first place from them? There were so many unknowns in her life as she still worked to find certainty. 

One day through the woods, Karma had stopped a group of bandits. As she rose from the broken carriage, sparks of flames behind her, Karma saw in the distance something odd. This led to her approaching the figure. Furthermore, approaching the figure is what leads to her being taken by the Mindflayers with a tadpole in her head. 

The details were fuzzy, but all she remembers is the figure before the mindflayer infects her with a tadpole. 

[aprillikesthings]

This post is nearly six years old, and here I sit, with the house shut up like a tomb and all the blinds closed and everyone in the living room with headphones on because the window unit makes it the only cool room in the house. Said window unit is as old as the apartment, so it sounds like a jet engine but can damn near refrigerate this ONE ROOM lol

(No, the cold air can't move past this room. We can maybe cool off the dining room and kitchen if we hang up a box fan between rooms, but nothing else. This townhouse was built in the 1970's before open floor plans, and to get up the stairs would require cold air to do like five 180 turns through narrow hallways. It doesn't. We've tried.)

I already have an air quality website open in a tab. Thankfully the wildfires haven't started in this part of the country (we had a fairly damp/cool June, thank god) but we did have a like, building on fire a week or two ago that made the air smell bad

But someone had a normal backyard fire a few days ago as I was walking home from work (it's not dangerous to do that yet), and that smoke smell in warm summer air was enough to make my adrenaline spike.

Anyway. It's going to be 98f today, and after today the high temp is not predicted to be below 100f until Wednesday.

(100f = nearly 38c, 65f = 18c)

At least the humidity is low and it's still cooling off at night. When we had that horrific heat dome a few years ago that killed a bunch of people, part of the problem was that it wasn't cooling off at night.

(I will never forget that. I had to bicycle to work because every other method meant being outside LONGER or spending half my day's pay. It was like standing in front of an oven you just opened to put the food in. The air hurt to breathe. Twelve minutes was all it took for the frozen towel on my shoulders to melt and evaporate and for my brake levers to be too hot to touch. It got up to 110f to 115f/46c for like four days in a row. And all the mail carriers were called back to the station before like, noon every day; and a resident at work scoffed and said, "I've never heard of mailmen not delivering because it's too hot," and me and another resident said, "It's literally never been this hot before! This heat kills people," like bitch you live in a hermetically sealed building and cry at me when it's not exactly 70f in your unit shut the fuck up)

And there was once a couple of years ago that September was still hot and awful and it took until October for things to start cooling off. ;_;

I saw a post on my dash just today where people were mourning the loss of winter where they lived, and the notes on it were full of grief. And. Yeah.

I miss the Portland summers of ten years ago–when we could live with the windows open, and I spent more time outside, enjoying how much damn sunshine there was, and how late the sun set. Riding your bicycle home from something at the end of a long summer day, with the sun just barely set at 9pm–feeling the wind on your limbs without being cold, the smell of warm asphalt that’s cooling, hearing the crickets as you ride past–that’s just one of the finest pleasures in life. 

But between summers increasingly being Too Damn Fucking Hot (which means living with the windows and blinds closed every day until after sundown) and then the fucking smoke (which made being outdoors feel like a movie about the apocalypse), this summer has sucked. 

I did manage a few nice days outside, and I’m grateful for them. And September is often the best month in Portland, because it isn’t as hot and it hasn’t really started to rain all the time, just enough rain that everything doesn’t look dead. (July and August are very dry.) 

Summer used to be when I tried to get enough sunshine to make up for our dark and rainy winters. And now it feels like yet another season where I have to hide indoors. 

[a-strange-inkling]

Trimmings (P1)

(Hellcheer Short set in the Old Haunts Universe)

A/N: A little humor to break up all my angst-heavy writing lol

A Metalhead’s hair is sacred, but fire is fire.

Chicago, Illinois 1988

“I blame you entirely.” Eddie seethes, shuffling lower in his seat, the God awful smell of burnt follicles still oppressing his nostrils. He’s spent the better part of the car ride scowling in silence, trying to think of a way to undo this, some solution, some trick.

“No, nuh-uh, nope, absolutely not,” Gareth chimes from the driver’s seat loudly. “I’m not taking the fall for this one… How the hell is it my fault?”

“You gave Jimmy the go ahead!”

“Bullshit! I’ve been second in command for twelve fucking years, I said it would be awesome, but you had the final say.”

“Because you made it sound like he knew his shit!”

“Oh, please, you nearly creamed your pants when you heard the word pyrotechnics.” he snaps. “You were just as onboard as the rest of us.”

“Yeah well …” he scoffs. “You recruited Jimmy in the first place.”

“Because we needed a new lead singer and some eye candy for the girls… not because he‘s a smart guy, Eddie.”

He groans miserably, palming his eyes. It really doesn’t matter whose fault it is—not his—because it doesn’t change anything.

The damage is done.

“…Want me to call Chrissy?” Gareth asks after a couple of minutes of awkward silence.

“Yeah, yeah,” he barks sarcastically in a manic, high pitch voice as he snaps back up. “That’s a great idea, Gareth, let’s call my anxiety ridden wife while she’s at class and tell her that I caught on fire at rehearsal with our four month old daughter in the vicinity!”

“Hey, hey, I’m just trying to help, nobody got hurt…”

Eddie gawks at him.

“Like legitimately hurt, dude… You don’t have any bad burns or anything. It could have been way worse.”

“Man, I’ve been growing this out since I was fifteen.”

“It’s not…” Gareth brakes at a red light, frowning as he takes him in. “…that bad.”

Olivia fusses a little in her car seat. Eddie glances back, pulling half his body through the console to check on her. “I know, bug, I know, your Uncle Gareth is a liar.” he says, reaching to rub her tiny tummy till she calms back down, shooting his drummer a death glare all the while.

Gareth rolls his eyes. “Just calm down, I told you, Amber’s got this, she’s the best.”

“Yeah, yeah everyone’s the best, so long as they’re screwing you.” he hisses as they pull into the salon.

“No man, I mean it, she’s a legit miracle worker, she does my hair and Ned’s too…”

“Oh, well now I’m convinced.” Eddie sings with mock enthusiasm as he slams his door shut, opening the back door to get Olivia out. She’s wide awake now, staring up at him with her big brown eyes. “Hey there princess, come here.”

She makes little coo sounds, kicking her legs excitedly at the sight of him and, goddamn it, he falls in love with her all over again. “I know, I know, it’s been so crazy today, but you’re being so good, such a good girl.” he gushes. “Just a little longer and then we can go home, okay?”

He pulls her out, gently cradling her against him, careful not to get any cinders on her. Gareth slips on the front pack, readjusting it to his size. “Have to hang with Uncle Gareth for a little bit, okay?” he tells her, kissing her soft, peach fuzz cheeks a few times before strapping her to Gareth’s chest. He gives him an up and down stare. “Now, this may be hard for you, but please don’t set my baby on fire.”

Gareth rolls his eyes. “I’ll do my best.” he replies snidely, noticing some side looks from a few women passing by as they exit the building. “…We look like an alternative gay couple with our love child.”

“Yeah right,” Eddie finishes clipping Olivia in, slinging the baby bag over his shoulder. “There’s no way our love child could be this cute with half of your genetics.”

Gareth gasps. “I’m adorable, what the fuck?”

“Hey,” Eddie turns back around and scuffs him. “She’s awake now, watch the language.”

They step inside and make their way to the front desk where a platinum blonde is stereotypically reading a Cosmo magazine and chewing loudly on Hubba Bubba bubble gum. She glances up. “Hello—AHK! Holy—” she exclaims, just short of cursing as she straightens in her seat. “…smokes.”

She winces. That wasn’t really the right thing to say either.

Eddie comically scrunches his whole face right back at her. Smooth.

“Hey, Bev.” Gareth greets. “As you can see we kind of have a bit of an emergency on our hands; is Amber in?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah Gare… let me just go get her, hold on...” she replies, visibly cringing, teeth clenched as she backs away into the next room. “You can uh… take a seat.”

They plop down in the small waiting area, the smell of hairspray and perm lotion making Eddie somewhat nauseous with the mixed scent of his burnt hair.

“You better be right about this.” he mutters to Gareth, giving Olivia her binky to suck on preemptively, knowing she’s not going to like it when he leaves the room. She’s a perfect little angel, but she’ll get fussy and usually cry if he and Chrissy aren’t around. It seems she’s inherited their shared separation anxiety.

“Look, dude, she’ll fix it the best she can, but you’ve got to accept here and now that it’s going to be… shorter.” the drummer replies, giving Oilvia a habitual kiss on the head, bouncing a little in his seat to amuse her. “I mean a lot—some—some—of it is already… you know… gone.” he gestures up to the one section that’s singed all the way up to his earlobe on the left side. A few more crispy strands fall like snowflakes to the floor at the movement. Eddie shoots him the stink eye.

“Gare Bear!! I didn’t know you were coming to see me today!” A pretty brunette with an impressively large perm steps through a beaded curtain wearing a mini skirt and a red cropped tank top. “My rockstar!”

“Hey Ambie Bambi, how are you, baby?” he hops up to his feet as she bounds up and kisses him, poor little Olivia sandwiched between their lovers’ embrace.

Eddie feels his eyes almost roll right out of his head.

The four month old makes a small whine in protest, her round eyes meeting Eddie from under them as if in a silent plea for help, sucking more frantically on her pacifier.

“Alright, break it up, you’re squishing my child.” he stands, clapping his hands at them as if to shoo a flock of birds.

Amber pulls away with a pop, looking down and folding her hands beneath her chin. “Oh, what a little sweetie pie, what’s your name, cutie?”

“This is Olivia.” Gareth tells her proudly as if he produced her himself, lifting his chest a little to grant her better access. “Her friends call her Livvy.”

“Awww she is scrumptious! Goochie goochie goo!” she tickles Olivia’s chin, and the poor baby looks confused and horrified, the situation having somehow gotten worse. “You look so cute with a baby, Gare Bear!”

“You think?”

“Mmhmm.” she hums, tickling his chin next.

“Yeah, well you know me, babe.” he giggles a little at her ministrations. “I’ve always been great with kids.”

Eddie deadpans, fairly sure Gareth has never even held a baby before Olivia. He coughs obnoxiously loud into his fist, making the couple finally turn to acknowledge him.

“Ambie, this is my bandmate, Eddie, he um… needs a little help, as you can see.”

“Yikes! Bev wasn’t kidding,” she reaches out to lift up a corner of his hair, assessing the damage. “Have a little trouble with the stove top, honey?”

“Flame projector, actually.” Eddie corrects, glowering.

“Jesus! You rocker boys, never a dull moment!” she exclaims with a laugh. “Let’s get you in a chair, I think you’re still smoking a little.”

Olivia immediately starts to fuss, her binky falling to the floor, as he follows after Amber. Eddie stops and turns back.

“Aw, Livvy, it's okay.” Gareth comforts. “He’s not going far.”

“You two can come too, if you don’t mind it being a little cramped,” Amber tells them.

“That’d be great, she might start crying if she doesn’t know where I am.” Eddie replies.

“Aw, how cute, a little daddy’s girl!” Amber places a hand over her heart as she pulls back the beaded curtain for them. “She’s your clone, by the way.”

“That’s what my wife says.” he replies as he sits down in the chair in front of the large mirror, grimacing at his reflection. It’s so bad.

“Okay, honey, I think the best course of action is to trim off the burnt edges, then we’ll wash it down and see where you want to go from there.” she tells him, wrapping a gown around his neck, clipping the back.

“Okay…” he tries not to cry, sniffing loudly. He’s a grown ass man. “Can you please keep it as long as you possibly can?”

“Absolutely.” she replies, but he notices her exchange a long glance with Gareth as she picks up her scissors.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Most of my asks stem from me seeing really cute fanart- Anyways how do you think if all of the konoha twelve travel back in time and meet their sensei's what would their reactions be? XD Team 7, Team Gai, Team 8, Team Asuma, everyone get's to meet their mini-sensei lol

Team Gai

Gai is almost exactly the same. Neji and Tenten are kind of impressed that he can keep up the ‘spring time of youth’ thing for as long as he has, but Lee? Lee is in awe. This dude is like seven hears old and a genin. That’s super impressive and he’s even more determined than usual to learn from Gai.

Also, they just sort of sit around and talk to him. Get to know the parts of their Sensei that they never really got the chance to. There’s also probably a moment where they meet Dai and realize that yes, this is a family personality.

The rudeness of kid Kakashi does not go over well with Lee, but Neji is the voice of reason reminding him that this is the man who will became their Sensei’s best friend. Just let him grow up a bit.

Also, 6 year old Chunin!?!?!? Excuse!?!?!?

Team Seven

Legit do not believe this is their sensei in kid form. He’s too angry and always getting mad at Obito for being late as if he has a right.

It takes a lot of convincing and at least one reluctant competition with Gai for them to go ‘ya, ok. This is Sensei’ because at this point they can’t deny it.

Once they do believe it though, they have a lot to process. Like how him and his teammate Obito are always arguing (just like Sasuke and Naruto) or how he’s just… so f***ing grumpy.

They are excited to meet Kakashi’s dad when they realize all the other Sensei’s parents are alive, but at the mere suggestion Kakashi glares at them. They won’t find out till they get home why it is they got that glare.

Not at all surprised when Kakashi seems just a little more relaxed around Gai. That actually fits the Sensei they know perfectly.

Team Eight

Hinata thinks Kurenai is adorable. She keeps chatting with her and makes friends really easily. Shino and Kiba would both prefer their Sensei to be the one they know, but they can understand why Hinata is acting the way she is.

Kurenai has always been really protective of her, so it only makes sense that she would make friends with her younger self.

Team Ten

There is at least five comments about smoking and Asuma is confused. At one point he points at Ino and tells her she looks like their Sensei (inoichi is sensei fight me XD) to which Ino is HORRIFIED.

Bonus

Choza shows up at some point to retrieve Gai for team training. Choji thinks he has to hide, but Choza just smiles at everyone and tells Gai that team training is soon and he can’t be late. Gai, best friends with Kakashi, agrees and runs off leaving all of the Konoha 12 stunned to find out that his Sensei is Choji’s father.

[1kook]

kissanime & foreplay

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k

notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isn’t a 1kook fic unless there’s smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!! 

HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! 🥺💜

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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. There’s no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, you’re twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You don’t have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. There’s a bathtub—something you haven’t had the pleasure of using during college—and a fairly open living space. There’s so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.

The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.

And of course, Doyeon.

Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why she’s going to be stuck living at her parent’s house for at least a couple more years.

Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasn’t the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadn’t been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, they’d let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.

The reason it became an issue for her now is because it’s poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.

So now she’s taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you don’t mind accepting Doyeon’s weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.

Jungkook’s supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesn’t ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You weren’t in college anymore, so you didn’t have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, it’s mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.

However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, he’s started coming over every Saturday night to make sure you’re still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and it’s currently week four.

He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, you’ve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you don’t really care. It’s become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you don’t mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didn’t watch the documentary?

Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises you’ll pick the next one so you’ve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.

Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.

It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.

Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaints— well, no complaints towards Jungkook’s terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue —Jungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.

You’ve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isn’t bad— if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.

Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and you’d do anything to keep him to yourself.

After long deliberation, you’ve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.

He sends you a text when he’s outside your building, and five minutes later there’s a rap against your door.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. He’s got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But he’s also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.

You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadn’t seen at his hip. “Mailman gave me this,” he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. “Since when did you start buying sex toys?” he asks rather loudly in the hallway.

You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. “They’re not mine!” you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, it’s for you. Couldn’t there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?

With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. “It’s okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like you’re actually embarrassed to be caught buying toys— you’re not. You’re embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply can’t put to use. “Whatever,” you sigh, “your gross popcorn is in my bedroom and it’s probably stale.”

He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. “Bring the box, gorgeous,” he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan loudly. “It’s not mine!” you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.

Not only do you have no idea what’s in this package, but you’re frankly not too keen on finding out. You’re more interested in Jungkook’s reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.

Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.

“What the hell is this?” he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.

You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. “KissAnime,” you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.

“Baby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,” he says. “And what even are these?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. “Animated teacher porn?”

By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook… only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. “What? You wanna watch hentai now?” you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.

Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. “No,” he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. “I am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,” he says rather matter-of-factly.

You snort, repeating, “a woman teacher,” mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. “Silence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.” Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.

You’re beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesn’t make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First it’s the quality of the frames, and then it’s the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode you’re considering breaking up with him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, tearing yourself away from him. He’s all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, you’d be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but you’re about two seconds from ripping his head off. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,” you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. “You gotta shut up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I have to shut up?” he asks in a scandalized tone. “You sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.”

At this rate you’re getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

“Who actually watches those anyway?” he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. “Really?” he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.

You snort. “You are such a baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. “What? Can’t handle seeing some anime titties?”

Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. “They’re just weird,” he admits. “And make unrealistic faces.”

“Unrealistic,” you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. There’s an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. “Just because you can’t get those faces out of me doesn’t mean they’re unreal.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. “First of all, I can get you like that,” he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. “In fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so let’s not say anything too drastic now, okay?”

His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. “Oh, you can make me all stupid like this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yes.”

“Uh huh,” you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. That’s fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you prove it to me, Jungkookie?” you purr, before pulling away.

His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.

The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one he’s had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.

Honestly speaking, you don’t doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact you’re rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.

“Hm?” you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. “Are you scared I’m right and you’re wrong?”

A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until you’re shivering against him. “Oh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,” he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. It’s too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.

With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. “Have a little faith in me,” he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.

Suddenly, he’s drawing back. “Kook?” you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.

He flashes you a smile. “Go on,” he says, arms behind his head. “Show me how to get you like that.”

“By myself?” you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.

The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkook’s way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.

The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. “Mmh,” you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkook’s eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.

A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. “Wanna take these off for me?” he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.

You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until you’re on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. “Stay like this for me,” he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. He’s got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, it’s only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.

There’s this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him you’re reminded of every position he’s ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you don’t grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriend— now what?

A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.

His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesn’t brush your hand off, doesn’t shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.

You groan, head rolling from side to side. “Don’t be so soft with me,” you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. “Push me around like that one time, you know I like it.”

Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. He’s got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. “Need me to be mean to you, baby?” he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. “Want me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?” You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. “But isn’t this better?” he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. “Slow... and so easy.”

“Kook,” you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you can’t, because he’s knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead you’re left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. “F-Faster,” you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.

The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. You’re left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. “It’s enough,” you cry, your entire body shivering.

Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. He’s got this glint on his eyes, like he’s thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.

The moment you see it, it’s like you’re transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know he’s going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know he’s going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkook’s teasing antics, he’s snatching up the box.

“The Bullet Bestie,” he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, there’s a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but you’re not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.

“Baby,” you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. “We can look at it another time,” you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. “Why don’t you finish off here?” you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.

Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.

“No,” you say slowly, sitting back up, “no, no,” you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. You’re barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. He’s fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. “Kook, please just make me cum,” you gasp.

There’s a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. “Look at my girl,” he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. “Where’s that smartmouth now?”

“Jungkook,” you try to warn. But there’s no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. “Baby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just please—“

A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. “W-Wait,” you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. “No-please.”

His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. “Hey pretty girl, does it feel good?” he husks out, kissing just below your ear. “Aw fuck,” he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, “can’t even see if you’re making that stupid face right now.”

You are, but you don’t even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You don’t doubt you look like those silly ads you’d laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.

It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. It’s so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkook’s name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.

The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and you’re just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.

The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until he’s got those same hands cupping your breasts. “Did you like that?” he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, “my pretty girl was so good for me, wasn’t she?”

Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. “Kook,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. “W-Wait,” you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tweaking your nipples. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You can’t relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. “That’s it,” he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.

Just as you’re beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkook’s caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. “Bet you could come again now,” he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. “Bet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. There’s a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.

“Come on,” he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattress— Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.

When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. “Crybaby, crybaby,” he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. “Lemme see those tears, baby,” he purrs.

He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. It’s embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.

Jungkook’s body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before he’s suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.

“God,” you groan, knocking your foot against his side. “Just fuck me already,” you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkook’s fat demon cock inside of you.

He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him can’t touch. “Can’t,” he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.

Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, he’d eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.

The most adventurous you’d ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.

“Kook,” you whine childishly.

Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. “I can’t, baby,” he says, almost pained. “I gotta clean you up first,” he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, he’s diving face first into your cunt.

But the biggest surprise doesn’t come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. “No, no,” you yelp immediately, “I-I‘ll break you,” you cry, trying to escape from his hold.

From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkook’s face. It’s a look that loudly says don’t you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. “Jungkook,” you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. “I’m, I’m,” you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. “I’ll break you,” you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. “I-I’ll—“

He pulls off with a pop. “Fuck my face, baby,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. “You got that?”

You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriend’s handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before he’s reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. They’re still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. “B-But what if—“

“You won’t,” he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, “come on, pretty girl.”

The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.

For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. “Fuck my face, sweetheart,” he whispers, “drag that pretty cunt all over me until I can’t breathe.” A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassing—like I love you—there’s a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkook’s nose.

“O-Oh,” you cry, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him he’s a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt you’ll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like he’s nothing but a toy. “Kook, Jungkook,” you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.

It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. You’re not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt you’d ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).

But, this moment…

The power was quickly going to your head. “Fuck,” you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. It’s ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. “Mmmf,” you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. “N-No,” you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. “There, there,” you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.

Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you weren’t so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.

It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until you’re coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess he’d claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adam’s apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. He’s looking up at you like you’re some mythical goddess and he’s but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkook’s mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. He’s still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. “D’you like it?” he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. “I saw it, y’know,” he says suddenly.

“Saw what?” you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.

Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks he’s crazy, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkook’s drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadn’t done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, he’s kissing you softly. “That stupid face,” he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. “That weird, now realistic face,” he tacks on.

You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. “Hey,” you call, “don't you wanna cum too?”

He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. “Nah,” he says, cuddles closer into you. “Rest now, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “I can feel your dick against my thigh,” you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. “Fuck me.”

He groans against your collarbone. “No, you’re tired,” he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when he’s riled up. “Sleep.”

With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. “Fuck me, Jungkookie,” you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. “Use my body,” you suggest, “I’m yours anyway.”

His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. “Don’t say that,” he sighs, “makes me wanna do very mean things to you.”

You smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, don’t you know that?” Another groan, his head falling forward until he’s hiding in your neck. Still, there’s movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. There’s a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when he’d managed to get you to sit on his face. “Inside, Jungkookie,” you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. “Good boy.”

Despite your earlier belief that you’d never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. “No,” he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. “I can’t.”

You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. “That’s it,” you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. “Do you like this pussy?” you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.

Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. “Yes,” he pants, “s-so wet… creamy.”

“Yeah?” you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. “It’s yours.”

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. He’s breathing harshly now, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night he’d given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, it’s the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. “Mine,” he growls, bucking his hips into you. “You’re mine, baby, mine,” he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. It’s painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.

He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. “Fuck,” he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. “That was evil.”

You laugh, pulling him closer. “As evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?” you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know it’ll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but it’s worth it.

“It’s called building the scene,” he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. “I was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot it’s name.”

“Rude,” you snap, “it’s called KissAnime.”

“And fore-play,” he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.

—

epilogue 

Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie she’d gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesn’t pay for that. 

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[caelans-trash-opinions]

@estrangeloedessa

Wow, thank you! Lol, I wasn't actually expecting anyone to vibe with my headcanons on Jack - y'know, with him being a pretty minor character in a small fandom. But hey, since I'm here, I'd be happy to share a few more about Jack by himself (especially since he's one of my favorite characters):

As stated above, I wholeheartedly believe this man to be pathetic with finances. He had to sell magical items for cash, and he's mentioned to have gambled some away as well. If he hadn't been coasting through his early life on finances earned from killing giants, he'd maybe have picked up more practical skills managing money - basically, I think the fame stunted him in that department.

I personally headcanon that Jack was only around Sabrina's age when "Jack and the Beanstalk" took place (probably twelve years old). At the very least, I think he was young enough that he hadn't learned to appreciate life outside of the glory and wealth that he got after killing his first giant. Like, I don't think the lessons that normally come from growing up in poverty were instilled in him.

If I remember correctly, none of the versions of Jack and the Beanstalk that I read ever mentioned Jack's father. So I don't think it'll be controversial to say that I headcanon Jack having been raised by a single mother. I've never really considered whether I think that Jack's dad was dead or that he just abandoned his family. Unless Jack's father was a lot like his son in personality, though, I guess my bet is that Jack's mom was a widow.

gay gay homosexual gay

Oh sorry, I should elaborate on that last point. Jack makes my gaydar go off. I think he's a gay man. I think he likes tall guys with a sense of adventure and a bit of mischief to them. (He'd simp for Jake if they met in canon, on gods. Watch this man do a magic trick and grow a moral compass in record time because Handsome Man. It's not really morals with that kinda motivation, but it's better than *gestures vaguely at everything Jack did in book one* that.)

I think Jack might have had some morals before Ferryport Landing. Like, I think he would have planted a magic bean for the attention of killing a giant even pre-Ferryport but I don't think he would have attempted to murder children before 200 years of being trapped in the town. I don't think that he was necessarily a good person, but I think Ferryport Landing would have broken him down into the awful person he is in book one.

I think Jack was one of the Everafters who got mentally wrecked the hardest by being trapped in the barrier. He's shown to love excitement and danger in the book (like the magic carpet ride), and I believe he's probably the curious, adventurous type. So, y'know... pretty much one of the worst things that could happen to that kind of person would be, say, being stuck in a small town for centuries, not knowing when you'll be able to see the world again.

In the books, Jack says that he sold the Shoes of Swiftness. You know who's in possession of the Shoes of Swiftness? Jake. (Don't know if Buckley changed that in the anniversary editions, but I'm going on the originals because I am not buying the new editions.) So a loooong, long time ago, I came up with the headcanon that Jack and Jake knew each other before Jake left and Relda hit the whole town with forgetful dust. I like to think that maybe they were friends back then, and Jack might have ended up leaving the Scarlet Hand if either a) he hadn't forgotten Jake, or b) Jake had come back to town before the events of book one.

I believe Jack is alive and locked up in a prison in the giant kingdom. At least, not taking into account my own OC above, who I, again, wrote as having broken Jack out. Also not taking into account the fanfic I've wanted to write for a long while where Jake negotiates for Jack's freedom and hopes to undo the effects of the forgetful dust to get the bestie back. (If he can forgive The Queen of Hearts, he can forgive Jack.)

Jack's mom has been dead for a long time, and one of the first things he'd do after getting out of Ferryport Landing would be to return to the little pile of wood that used to be his childhood home and tend to his mother's grave. (And he'd be happy to see that there are still wild buttercups growing around the home. I don't remember where I came up with the idea of this, but I imagine Jack's mother having liked yellow flowers, and yellow being his favorite color because of that.)

Though I believe Jack would still miss his mother, I think he'd be all smiles and laughter while visiting her grave. I think he'd laugh and say "Oh, she'd skin me if she saw the state of this gravestone!" I think that Jack would believe that his mom would want to see him smiling and happy.

So that's what I've got!

Everyone else in the Sisters Grimm fandom: Well-thought-out criticisms about the books, great fanart and fanfic, excellent posts diving into character psychology and points I never even considered.

Me at 3 am: What if I put Jack the Giant Killer in a gay situationship?

[narrators-journal]

Hello, I really like your work! and i would like to know if you can make yandere killua and yandere illumi fighting each other for the reader. The reader is a friend of Killua and is the same age as him, 18 years old.

Alright! This might be a bit iffy in parts because I never write actual confrontations, but I hope it's enjoyable! I couldn't really slip in some real yandere behavior, so I kinda implied it to keep things short lol.

Killua'd known you for a while now, about two years, from the age of 16 to now, his eighteenth birthday, and he liked you quite a bit. Because of this, the silver-haired man had begun to keep an even stricter eye on you than he had in the past. That's why you were tagging along to Killua's family home with him and Gon to let his family celebrate so that he could keep you safe and close. Besides, he'd rather you met Illumi under his watch than on the roads and by complete chance. So, Alluka was safely in a secure hotel room and you were walking up to the gates to Hades with him and Gon. "You sure you can't just do this over the phone?" You asked, your (e/c) eyes swimming with concern for him, it made his stomach flutter with butterflies. "Nah, my mom would have a fit if I didn't come home for my eighteenth birthday. But, if they try to introduce me to a 'nice girl', we run." That made you and Gon both giggle, but nod. Despite it being silly, the three of you knew it was highly likely. It would be too much to ask that Illumi and Milluki be the favored ones. Killua thought bitterly as he spotted the gates to Hades up ahead, but no. He and Illumi were something akin to the favorites out of his five siblings, the most 'loved' was Killua, he was the heir, so of course he was expected to breed and carry on the line, but Illumi was the eldest, so he too was expected to find a wife and have children. It was an awful fate that some part of Killua, deep down, felt sorry for his brother over, but it was a small portion.

With a firm shake of his head, Killua shooed the thoughts away and huffed at the doors that he now stood in front of, "We'll do our best to get out quickly," Gon chirped, giving the white-haired assassin a confident smile, which he returned, "Yeah! Real quick," he confirmed, before leading them to the testing gates and easily opening them all. "Y'know (y/n), each of those doors is supposed to be 2 tons each? and each bigger one is twice the weight of the corresponding one!" Gon boasted, bringing an astounded look to your face, "Holy shit, really?! Isn't that...128 tons though?" Gon nodded "Yep! Killua can open them all," he boasted, beaming with pride in his friend, ignoring the pink-cheeked glare Killua threw his way as they walked onto the mountain.

As to be expected, the Zoldycks had sent Gotoh, their head butler, with a car, so the trio was spared the miles of walking it took to get to the actual main house. So, instead, they spent the ride talking and joking, which helped to combat the knot of dread in Killua's stomach. Something just told him that this visit wasn't going to end well, but he couldn't say why he felt that way. When he got inside the manor, he got his answer.

It wasn't that he and Illumi were still on bad terms, he'd tentatively begun to mend fences with his eldest brother at sixteen after years of blubbering and pestering from his mother, but the way Illumi's soulless eyes locked onto you when he spotted you did not sit well with the silver-haired Zoldyck. However, his mother tackled him before he could stop his brother from approaching you and striking up a conversation. The only comfort he got was in knowing you were talking to him almost solely out of the need to be polite, you'd been warned enough about the manipulative snake to know to be wary. "you've grown so much! I barely recognize you anymore," Kikyo half squealed and half chided as if Killua could help himself growing to be Illumi's height, maybe a bit more, but the man just rolled his icy blue eyes, staying quiet to avoid his mother shrieking at him about how she was a good mother who loved him or something.

After his mother was done fussing at him, Killua returned to you, sticking close to you and Gon so he didn't lose his cool, doing so would only lengthen how long they'd have to stay. However, he also came over to interrupt Illumi's conversation with you, "Hey, (y/n), ya doing okay?" he asked, not bothering to hide his concern about his brother, which got him a pointed look from said brother, "Oh, yeah, just been chatting with your brother." you hummed, and while he could tell you were still wary, it was far less rigid as it was before. Of fucking course he'd do this bullcrap he thought, scanning over you to ensure his older sibling hadn't stuck you with a needle. Thankfully he hadn't, so that meant Illumi'd just charmed you. Disgusting.

Nonetheless, he bit back the urge to grab you and run and instead just talked to you and slowly led you away from Illumi. After that, things mellowed out for Killua and the day wasn't as much of a nightmare as he'd thought it would be, though that was mostly because he hung out with Gon and you more than his family. That wasn't to say he wasn't polite to his siblings, especially Kalluto, and nice to his parents, but he kept a distance from them. He especially kept a distance from Illumi, and he made sure you did the same so that the assassin couldn't put a needle in you or charm you anymore. However, Illumi approached him around evening, when you'd been drug off by Kikyo to 'have a chat' aka be interrogated for knowing her son so well. "I know why you avoid me nowadays," Illumi hummed in his usual bored, almost-sleepy voice as he watched the tv and acted as if he didn't notice his younger brother's evil look. "but what bugs me right now, is you keeping (y/n) away from me. You know that I need a partner, your friend is a viable option, you're just being rude to stop me from at least trying to date her." He continued, and Killua could almost taste the annoyance in his deadpan brother's aura, but all it did was put a spark of malicious joy in his soul. "First, my friends shouldn't be options for you, second, quit fucking talking about them like they're a piece of meat. (y/n) is a fucking human, not a damned broodmare for you." he pointed out in as cool of a tone as he could manage, both so no malice slips into his aura and affects Gon, who was next to him, and to further annoy Illumi. "Is it because you have a crush on her? No offense, Kill, but that won't stop me from making a move if she's available. they're very cute, and I wouldn't mind having her for myself." the dead-eyed man said coldly, staring down at the younger man.

For a moment or two after that, Killua and Illumi gave each other lethal looks, having a silent argument that was so palpable that Gon finally got up and moved, knowing better than to try and intervene or help his friend with family spats. It turned out the dark haired boy had the right idea, because almost as soon as he'd gotten up, the two went at each other like a pair of hostile dogs.

Killua was swiftly thrown to the ground by his older brother, but since he was no longer twelve, Killua's punch in response did actual damage instead of being ignored. Though he still stood no chance against him, Killua did his best to punch, kick, and bite his brother, managing to roll him over and slam his head into the floor before he retaliated with a punch to the throat. Meanwhile, Gon, Milluki, and the other siblings watched and cheered, either for Illumi or killua, encouraging them or throwing out advice for how to win the fight until Silva and Zeno finally came in and pried the two brothers apart. They ended up having to hold the two apart, because as soon as they were on their feet, Killua kicked his brother in the stomach and was nearly yanked off his feet as a result. "That is enough." Silva snapped, his voice not loud, but still firm enough to clear the wrathful red from Killua's eyes a bit and stop him from initiating another fist fight. "You two are now adults, having squabbles like this is unacceptable." he scolded, the brothers deflating in shame as they were finally released and further chewed out.

Finally, they were returned back to the social setting, and Killua was forced to put on a happy face for the rest of the night. He would've stayed pissed, maybe even attack Illumi a fifth time, but you were there, and he didn't want to worry you with the story. However, through dinner and the onslaught of gifts you and Gon helped him carry out, whenever you weren't looking or he was alone, Zeno and Silva once again would have to stop them from coming to blows before Killua finally left to go to a hotel for the night despite his mother offering his old room.

[all-inmoderation]

Whenever we talk about the impact of the Fire Nation’s imperialistic culture I always think about this:

This. This, one instant is so striking to me. 

And it’s because this part in The Crossroads of Destiny was supposed to be Aang’s moment of triumph. It was the culmination of all of his hard work, painful losses, being used & experimented on, and mental evolution since the beginning of the season that was supposed to finally manifest as his awe-inspiring Avatar Spirit in the finale battle. 

And it’s like,,, he does? He does invoke the Avatar Spirit and for that one moment, everyone, the other characters in the show and the viewers, are reminded of the power and the unearthliness of the Avatar. Even the Dai Li and Zuko, whose sole missions in that entire fight had been to incapacitate Katara and Aang, pause and even step back to stare in reverence at this spirit. Even though they’re on opposite sides.

And we all think Aang’s luck is going to last, that he is going to finish his transformation into the Avatar State and sweep the floor with the bad guys to save the day while they’re all distracted by his power. Because, who wouldn’t be, right? No one, none of the other characters would think to make a move while the souls of a thousand lifetimes activated within a twelve-year-old, right? Even the thought of it would be sacrilegious. 

But then this happens:

And of course it’s Azula who does the deed, accomplishes the mission. She’s the only one who is stone cold enough to actually go through with it. And it’s because in the face of the Avatar Spirit, all Azula sees is a target. The Fire Nation/Ozai’s way of upbringing taught her that the only “all-powerful” force worth respecting is the Fire Lord, thus she is so far-removed from her spirituality that she’s able to achieve the unthinkable and literally kill the Avatar (or so she thinks).

I just think it’s amazing, that one instant of Aang hovering in midair to dropping on the ground like a fly is such a jarring transition from the awed pause we all had taken at the Avatar State, watching it is like being electrocuted by Azula along with Aang. It takes my breath away. And I never cease to be amazed at Azula’s gall, lol.

[agentdammers]

some of the things that happen in Michelle Remembers and are real, factual events:-

- one of the first events michelle recalls has her satanist mum and her evil satanist boyfriend (called Malachi. of course) staging a car crash by putting a dead woman behind the wheel of a car & crashing it with michelle in the back seat. no explanation is given for this whole sequence + why michelle needed to be involved

- multiple rituals take place in a cemetery where michelle is buried alive and unearthed again while screaming bloody murder. it was pointed out in a later article debunking the book that said cemetery is surrounded by residential neighbourhoods on 3 sides. lol

- the satanists have a seemingly endless stockpile of dead babies and white kittens that they tear apart for different rituals

- michelle is taken to an evil doctor who cuts bodies up and frankensteins people back together. just because, i think. the doctor surgically attaches horns + a tail to michelle's body, which she rips off

-  in the present day, michelle and dr pazder start going to church together. while praying, they spot a weird pew in the church which turns out to be an EVIL SATANIST BENCH that mysteriously appeared that day & no one had seen before. the horrified priest takes the pew outside & burns it right in the churchyard, pazder takes photos of the burning that reveal a ~spooky~ ~ghostly~ figure after they are developed 🙀🙀🙀

In the last 1/3 of the book the 81 day ritual of seemingly nonsense random bullshit & dead babies is complete, leading to.................

- the satanists successfully summon LITERAL SATAN. Actual Satan.

- Literal Actual satan speaks exclusively in rhyme. like really terrible, fucking awful just dogshit rhyme. the rhymes are so bad that pazder actually asks the priest about how shitty they are, but the father assures him that though they might SEEM completely fucking dogshit on the surface, they are actually very intelligent and nuanced underneath, because of reasons.

- sample satan dialogue:

"Twelve times two, and then add four.

Cut it in half and then there's more!"

??

- michelle outwits the literal devil despite being tortured by satanists and also being 5 Years Old, and is visited by (+ sees visions of) several times during the torture: the actual genuine Jesus H Christ. Mary, Mother of God. and the archangel michael, in that order

- mary visits her one last time & heals all of her torture wounds, conveniently leaving her w no scars as evidence of this or the devil surgery, and then wipes her memory

Somehow..... people read aaaaaaall of this, all this. of which not a shred of evidence was never found. And not only decided that it was True + Real events, but that this was all at v real risk of happening to them/their kids. Pazder was actually considered an "expert" on ritual abuse (a term he coined) afterwards and brought in as a consultant on the mcmartin trial & gave talks to law enforcement on sra.

The kicker for me is that after hundreds of hours spent together ""recovering""(tm) michelle's memories.... shortly before publication of the book, michelle & her therapist left their respective spouses and then married eachother. Mhmmmm 🤔

I've been reading Michelle Remembers aka the book almost single handedly responsible for triggering the wave of satanic panic that swept the US in the early 80s and and i'm truly Obsessed with so many elements of this book.

like this book is supposed to be a factual recollection of satanic ritual abuse suffered by michelle smith when she was 5 years old (discovered using ""recovered memory therapy"" & hypnosis by her therapist lawrence pazder) and the entire book is so obviously profoundly absolute stupid bullshit, the fact that this fooled ANYONE let alone caused nationwide panic is utterly hogwild to me. AND its not even well written!!! its not even well written bullshit! Truly incredible stuff.