#babe you know exactly what is wrong with you XD

[dapg-otmebytheballs]

hmm i think i might be depressed

[fallingdownhell]

Genshin.l men when you pluck off their first grey hair.

Uhh, I know some good candidates for this one! xD

Characters Included: Itto; Kaveh; Zhongli; Kazuha

Content: Fluff; established relationship; overall just good feelings and joking around; no drama at all in this one

Word count: 1,3k words

Have fun with this one!

Itto

It was your usual hangout day with Itto and his gang, but you were bored

You guys weren't doing anything interesting or fun, just sitting around, playing cards

well.. Kuki may be entirely satisfied that the boys were keeping low on their shenanigans, but you were bored out of your mind. Your boyfriend wasn't really paying attention to you, too invested in his stupid card game

somewhere along the way, you decided to lay your head in his lap, hoping to garner some attention this way

when that also didn't work, you started to play with his hair to get a rise out of him, but that also failed. He did enjoy your touch, but ulimately, it wasn't enough to distract him

that was, until an idea formed in your head. True, it may sound like a stupid one, but your boyfriend was also known to not exactly be of the brightest sort

so, with feigned shock, you suddenly gasp as you pluck one of his hair out of his head, the sudden exclamation finally getting Itto's attention

"What? What's wrong, babe?"

"Itto.. I think you're getting old.. Look, your hair is going white!"

You play your part good, but it obviously was a pretty stupid prank to pull on him. Everyone caught onto it the moment you spoke it out loud. Well.. everyone, except..

"WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS?"

Itto practically jumped up, panic written all over his face

"This can't be! Not my hair!"

You look at him, puzzled, confused that this stupid joke actually worked on him. You looked to the other gang members, but they only sigh and shake their heads

When Itto finally got in front of a mirror, you could almost see the gears turning in his head.. it took him a solid minute until he realized it, too

"(NAME)!!", he screamed and now you couldn't hold back your laughter

Kaveh

For a man, Kaveh was overly focused on his physical appearances

he always made sure to stay relatively on top with his choice of clothes and his hair is always well taken care of

and while that might sound like someone who would be overly arrogant, Kaveh was not like that at all

he just really cared about what he looked like, always wanting to "Impress", if you can call it that

so, one day, you thought about a little prank. You didn't think anything bad of it, it was just a harmless joke...right?

well... one time, after waking up in bed together, Kaveh asked for you to brush through his hair while he was looking through some sketches again, and that was just the perfect opportunity to execute your plan that has been brewing in your head for the last few days

For a few seconds, you silently brush the comb through his hair, followed by your fingers to smoothen it up again, when you suddenly gasped

"What? What's wrong, (name)?", Kaveh sounded confused at the sudden change in atmosphere, slightly alarmed

"Kaveh.. I think I found a grey hair here.."

"...WHAT? PULL IT OUT! PULL IT OUT!", he screamed.

This couldn't be happening! Not yet! He wasn't even THAT old!

You plucked the single hair out like he requested. And while it was just a normal, blonde strand of hair like the rest of it, Kaveh was an expert in stressing himself out so much that he actually thought to see it as well

"No, no, no, no!"

He began pacing through the room, trying to think of a solution. This couldn't be happening!

You almost couldn't hold back your laughter, but when Kaveh suddenly ran out of the room, completely forgetting about anything else, you knew that you might have messed up a little bit with your prank...

Zhongli

You and Zhongli were laying on the couch, his head rested in your lap as you massaged through his scalp

The events of the day had tired him out more than usually and you noticed that as soon as he came through the door of your shared home

so, you offered to help him relax a bit. You made him a cup of his favourite tea and were now spoiling him with this incredible massage, he felt like all his dreams had come true at once

his eyes were closed, humming from time to time, telling you just how much he enjoyed this

"Hmm..", you let out after some time of you being quiet. Zhongli rose an eyebrow at that, but otherwise remained as he was

when nothing else came from you, he opened one of his eyes, staring up at you

"Is something the matter, darling?"

"Hmm? Oh, not really.. I just noticed, you seem to have gotten a few grey hairs.."

Your tone was gentle and you kept up the relaxing movements through his hair

"Ahh.. Is that so?", Zhongli quietly spoke, closing his eyes again

"So it seems that the wheel of time is finally catching up to me, as well."

"...Are you bothered by it?", you ask, carefully, not knowing how he would react to that revelation

"Not at all. This is just how things are supposed to be. I don't mind it at all."

And he meant that. He couldn't be bothered by his hair turning a different colour, when everything else in his life was just perfect...

Kazuha

You and Kazuha were currently on board of the Alchor, making their way back to Inazuma

You had decided to accompany him on one of his travels and it has truly been one of the most amazing experiences in your entire life

The things you got to see during your travels, the people you interacted with, and the memories you made together with Kazuha.. it would surely stay in your mind forever

Currently, you were both out on the deck, just looking out into the distance, silently enjoying each others company

normally, you would sit with your back against Kazuha's chest, his arms would be around you while he simply held you like this. Sometimes he would kiss your hair and other times, he would tell you a poem that he just came up with. You cherished those peaceful moments with him

This time however, your roles were reversed, with Kazuha sitting with his back against your chest, half sitting against you and half laying in your lap, while you gently stroke through his hair

he wasn't really thinking about anything in this moment, instead enjoyed the gentle breeze of the wind and your touch in his hair.. surely this must be what heaven felt like

he was sighing every now and then with content and each time, you smiled at the sound, glad that he was enjoying this

then, one time, when you took your hand out of his hair to put it to a different position, you noticed a few loose strands of hair caught between your fingers

you pulled them out and stared at them a bit.. something felt off about it somehow..

"Kazuha.. is your hair starting to grow grey?"

At first, he wasn't sure if he heard you right. He opened his eyes, only to find a serious expression on your face

You really weren't joking...

"My dear...", he only said, sighing a bit

"What?", you asked, feeling a bit offended at his tone. You looked at him a few more seconds until you realized it..

your eyes grew wide and Kazuha knew you finally got it, a sly grin making it's way on his lips

"Oh...", was all you said, embarrassed that you forgot something like that

Kazuha just smiled, but said nothing further about it, just closing his eyes again as you continued with what you were doing before

Would he ever let you live that down? ...No, of course not...

[rizaposting]

big bang ask time!! woohoo!!

1. what was your favorite thing about the event?

2. favorite and least favorite canon things about royai?

3. what was the most challenging thing to draw for you?

Can't wait for everyone to see your work!! ☺️💕

Yippieeeee!!! Thank you Ana!

1. what was your favorite thing about the event?

I know everyone has been saying it BUT it's been so fun to get to chat and get to know everyone involved. We have so many silly conversations and everyone is genuinely so nice and talented!!!! ;w;

2. favorite and least favorite canon things about royai?

Oh this is a tough one hmmm... I think my favorite thing is their dynamic, which is kind of a wet noodle answer but! Even before we know about their past you can really tell that there's history between them, and they care about each other more than a usual amount. Some might even say... They are really abnormal about each other. I also love the potential!!! Almost any scenario you could propose, I could see there being a way for it to happen between them. Childhood sweethearts? Secret dating during canon? Post-PD confessions? I could go on.

For my "least" favorite... It's not that I dislike it, but something I wish more people would address is that Royai grew up entrenched in fascism, and I think that's, in part, where their rigid black-and-white idea of punitive justice comes from. And I see a lot of people interpret it as the Correct mindset to have or don't really think about it and it can be so frustrating. I ALSO wish more people would address how self-centered Roy's ambitions are. They're good and well-meaning, don't get me wrong, but he (and Riza) tends to view himself as The Only One Who Can Make Things Right And Make Sure There Is Justice. Which stems from a good place but man it really smacks of his (both of theirs, really) martyr complex WHICH I THINK IS AN INTERESTING FLAW. CAN WE CONFRONT THEM ABOUT THAT? It's one thing to go "if you want something done right you have to do it yourself" and it's another to be like "if Roy doesn't become the Good Guy Dictator this can NEVER happen by any other means. No one else cares about it". I dunno. I'd love them to get called on their bullshit <3 Like babes, get over yourselves <3

3. what was the most challenging thing to draw for you?

I knew EXACTLY what I wanted to draw for 'Accretion' (by raisingmybanner on AO3; get hyped it's a SUPER fun art heist fic) but I struggled a lot trying to figure out the composition. I wanted to show Royai of course, but also show the art piece in question, but also show the gallery. I wanted a lot of depth but I really struggled with it XD The most "classical" art training I have was high school art courses, so my lofty ideas made me really feel that lack of technical skill and know-how. I still ended up really liking the end result! But I certainly had to reign it in to match my current skills hahaha

[iamamythologicalcreature]

Six Sentences Sunday! On Monday! Or Sunday still if you're in Hawaii.

Note to self: Do not try to write and do a WIP post on Tumblr in the same night. It won't happen. (Sigh.)

Thank you @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @katmiscellanious, @shrekgogurt, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, and @rimeswithpurple for the tags today! I'm looking forward to reading/seeing what everyone is working on! Also thank you to everyone who's tagged me since my last Sunday post. Even when I can't post, I love tags - they help make sure I see the posts I really want to see.

I'm still (slowly) plugging away at my "Embrace the Silence" WIP. (Which has a dozen titles, depending on what song I'm listening to at the given moment.) Basics: Canon divergence fic exploring the ramifications of Baz successfully stealing Simon's voice in fifth year.

Side note: I got to see the touring company of Hamilton on Friday, and this whole setup gives me serious A. Burr/A. Ham vibes. But I could be projecting XD

13 whole sentences because it's gotta cover two whole weeks most likely. >.> (Fiona is driving Baz back to Watford. Reluctantly. As is her way.)

“It’s enemy territory,” she said after a minute, ignoring a stop sign, and forgoing the use of her turn signal. “The Mage had you kidnapped by numpties. Morgana only knows what he could try next, and you’re stuck in a bloody masochistic haze of self-destruction.” She wasn't entirely wrong, on either point. The Mage truly does resent my continued existence. It’s his right. The one thing, perhaps, we both agree on. “What if I’m simply keeping my enemies close,” I said, doing my best to stretch my leg out in the cramped backseat. “And how exactly did you determine the Mage’s culpability in my kidnapping?” She shrugged, meeting my eyes briefly in the rearview mirror. “Why wouldn’t it be him. He’s capable of anything.” So are we.

I promise/hope really hard my fic won't be all angst, all the time. Levity happens when I'm able to spend time writing, getting into character, writing daily - things I'm not quite able to do yet. (Probably because I'm on Tumblr and Discord too much. It's basically the trolley problem on a less life-threatening scale.) So for now, it's angst, relatively pure and uncut.

Tags under the cut!

It's no longer Sunday, so consider these friendly shout-outs and hellos and what-not! @fatalfangirl @prettygoododds @hushed-chorus @brilla-brilla-estrellita @youarenevertooold @alleycat0306 @anxious-m3ss @ileadacharmedlife @whatevertheweather @nightimedreamersworld @cutestkilla @raenestee @aristocratic-otter @supercutedinosaurs @thewholelemon @ebbpettier @artsyunderstudy @ic3-que3n

[luimagines]

When twi and demigod gets married, when link is outside doing ranch work, demigod reader and her father, Apollo to kindly not sunburn her husband when he does his ranch work. So now when he does ranch work, he doesn't get sunburnt!

Anytime they have a small fight, Apollo may not be the best father (he's a god, none of the gods are exactly top tier parents) but he'll be a little petty and will sunburn twi for his child lmao🤣

XD

Twilight: Babe! Tell your dad it was just a disagreement, why on earth does it hurt to walk on the grass?

Reader, smug, not even looking up from work: Because he knows I'm right.

Twilight: It's not even about who's right! I just don't think the couch should be the window! For this reason!

Reader: What's wrong with sitting by the window? I think it's quite nice.

Twilight: Fine. We can keep the couch by the window. But I still prefer to make out with you whenever I please without being in full view of your father.

Reader, setting their work down with a blush: ....oh...

[stoookes]

Oh, Omegaverse chapter 4 was a total treat!!! My heart broke for Stu, poor thing, pretending to be someone he's not 😭💔 But three cheers for Ali for realising how uncomfortable Stu is and doing everything in his power to find out why, and being kind to him. Also, Jimmy, babe, be a bit more sensitive please? And listen to Ali. He gets the right idea more often than you do! XD

And then Tim's introduction!! Brendon threatening Stu, Stu getting his first proper whiff of an alpha scent and his biology betraying him ahhhh 😭 that scene was so well written! And I definitely let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding when none of the English alphas were able to find out Tim's secret.

Also, ngl when I saw Stu/Kev as a ship, I went ??? But that part was excellent! I loved Stu not being sure of himself throughout, and struggling with his omega inclinations. The scene was very well done, the dubious consent really came through, and it was just wrong enough to make it feel right, if you get what I mean. Also ugh, Kevin promising that next time he'd be the one filling Stu up... yuck please no don't put stu through that! 😭😭

And then Virat's introduction!!!! I love Stu being protective of Virat right off the bat, even though he's never met him, and feeling a kinship with him. I also love how Virat's causing an inner turmoil in Stu, about how beneficial it would be to reveal his second gender. And then Virat causing a stir among the English alphas... 🫣🫣 I'm scared for him now, espo with Kev around. Although let's be honest, if any omega could keep Kev in check and have him wrapped around their little finger, it's Virat. He's coy enough to pull it off, and I'm confident he can handle himself even if it's Kev he's dealing with. He'd turn the tables on Kev's claim of omegas doing as they're told alright! Makes me wonder, are we gonna get some Virat/Kev action next chap? 🫣 Also, thank you for the little morsel that Stuart notices even Jimmy was in on the conversations about Virat, speculating about the date of his debut and how soon they'd play him. As a Virat/Jimmy enthusiast, I appreciate that nugget! 😉 Ahhh, now I want to see the scene of Virat's first match against England, every alpha being lewd with him, and Stu trying to keep him away from all that as best as he can, but Virat also holding his own and letting them know he can't be pushed around so easily.

Awww yay! I’m SO glad you enjoyed it 🥰🥰🥰

So, as mentioned, Freddie has given Ali a nudge to go be muma bear with Stuart because he obvs knows Stu is avoiding them all because they hang together and Stu is trying to avoid Freddie. And we all know Ali, he’s certainly not letting this go (he’ll get Jimmy to play nice).

Tim was another thing that wasn’t ever originally planned but then had to come in due to timelines. I like that Tim is there, playing as omega, but scenting because this still gives us VK as the first open OPENLY playing omega, as has always been planned (plus there’s a whole bit about how BCCI feel of NZC bringing in an omega which will be in VK’s fic). Brendon ofc would be so damn protective of any omega because Brendon 🥰 and I love how Brendon thinks Stuart reacts to his scent badly because, as alpha, it should smell bad to him, when really it’s having the direct opposite affect. It makes me so happy you think that was well written 🥹

It’s interesting that KP/Stu doing something together didn’t feel on the radar, considering how close they are and so how any changes to Stu’s behaviour was going to be noticed. It certainly does make sense what you mean and that balance of feeling wrong but right is exactly what I was striving for so I’m glad that came across!

I did tell you all VK was coming! 😂 And here he is! I certainly wouldn’t worry about our little firecracker; he may be unbonded right now but he certainly knows how to hold his own around omegas. KP should probably just stay away… 😂

Thank you so much for the comment! Absolutely makes my day to receive them 🥰 Next chapter hopefully coming soon!

[dumdumsun]

Wax and Wane

A/N: Welcome back, my luvs! Long time, no see... Oops. So sorry for the long ass wait, babes. I had a lot (and I mean a lot) going on. Many not-so-great times, I'm still trying to sort myself out after several nights of absolutely no sleep. And now I'm back in college, yay... Another big explanation for the lateness is the unfortunate fact that I just don't like s3 all that much, so half the time I was writing this, it was a trekking. That doesn't mean I didn't want to write this, because I did. When I wasn't writing for this, I was thinking about it all the time. And now all I can think about is the s4 book XD.

On the note about Will. Yes, I know, he was confirmed gay. You will see changes in the second chapter, so try and bear through he and Doc being a couple in this first one. I didn't want to make his character gay in my series until it was confirmed by someone from the show. Unfortunately, it wasn't confirmed until after s4 came out so... yeah. You'll be happy to see some changes and I'll be happy to not be labeled as homophobic anymore ❤️

For anyone who was on the first and second taglist, but do not see their handle in this one, plz lmk because it didn't let me tag a lot of you. And if you wanna be added to the list, then also lmk. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this first chapter!

Warnings: non-permanent heterosexual relationship between Will and Doc, mentions of blood and death

Word Count: 5692

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Chapter One: Suzie, Do You Copy?

Within the woods on a warm summer’s night sat a cabin belonging to Hawkins, Indiana’s finest police Chief, Jim Hopper. The Chief had been spending his evening as he usually did as of late, which consisted of Magnum P.I. episodes with some sort of snack clutched in his hands and shoved into his face in handfuls. His poison for this evening was a bag of Tostitos tortilla chips paired with a jar of salsa.

“Don’t look at the dogs, work the lock.”

He really did try to distract himself from the two teenagers in the other room. He promised that he wouldn’t watch their every move.

“Work the lock. Work the lock. Don’t look at the dogs.”

He was getting better at giving them space. At least, he was working on getting better. Glaring at the television, he threw another salsa-soaked chip into his mouth.

“You looked at the dogs.”

Hopper swiped up his beer can and took a hearty gulp of it. He shouldn’t even think about peeking at them. He promised himself that he would try to make this work. Setting his can down, he wiped his lips free of any alcohol before quickly glancing at the door to El’s room. And that was it. That was all it took. Very slowly, Hopper reclined his chair.

“Sometimes everything goes exactly as planned.”

The workings of his chair creaked the farther back he reclined. In the three-inch sliver between the door and the threshold, he could make out Mike Wheeler sitting on El’s bed, the sound of Corey Hart lowly playing from her radio. Curious, and maybe a bit accusatory already, he leaned back further.

“Sometimes it doesn’t.”

That was when he practically fumed at the sight of the Wheeler boy’s lips smashed against his daughter’s.

“Hey!” He shouted. Startled, the two looked up and El’s hand shot out, the door slamming shut. Angered even further, Hopper shot out of his seat. “Hey! Three-inch minimum! Leave the door open three inches!”

He went to burst into her room, but when he turned the doorknob, he found that it was locked. In disbelief, he jiggled the knob some more. “El, open this door. Open the-” He successfully threw the door open, frown deepening when he saw El sitting at the head of her bed with a look of feigned shock on her face, a book open in her hands. At the foot of her bed was Mike, a comic in his hands and wearing a smug smile.

“What’s wrong?” The boy nearly laughed.

After a hasty getaway, Mike was speeding down the street on his bike, his walkie wedged between his handlebar and his light. “My god, that was priceless! Did you see his face?!”

“It was like a tomato.” El laughed through the walkie.

“Yeah, a fat tomato.”

“I wish I was still with you.”

“I know. Me, too. But I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? First thing.”

“Tomorrow.”

With a smirk, he pedaled harder. After some time, he was beginning to see the neon lights of Starcourt Mall up ahead. The shopping center had become the ultimate location for the residents of Hawkins to shop, eat and seek entertainment. It was the usual spot for the Party to unite and spend time together. Minus El, for she was still keeping her head down for another six months before she was free to become a member of society.

At the sound of another pair of tires against asphalt concrete, Mike looked to his left to see his sister rolling up next to him on her own bike. Although it had been nearly seven months now, Mike was still adjusting to the changes he saw within Doc. Yes, she obviously was getting older, they all were; her hair had grown out even more over the months, her facial features were gaining structure and losing their babyness, she was definitely getting taller, though he did like to tease that in the future their height would settle and he would tower over her still.

“You’re late again.” He smirked, the girl widening her eyes with a grin.

“So are you.”

“Where’ve you even been?”

“Well, I was at the pool all day with the girls, but we went back to Brenda’s with her mom.”

That was another change Mike was getting used to. As if a flip had been switched, Doc had suddenly started spending much more time with Brenda and Sheriece. He noticed that in the past, she was so worried about being in the Party that the two girls would be sidelined and nearly forgotten, only receiving Doc’s attention when Mike would shove her aside and exclude her. Once she was welcomed in the Party, she spent even less time with her friends.

Lately, though, ever since the spring, Brenda and Sheriece were the only words coming from her mouth. Every weekend, she was either sleeping over at their house or Mike was covering his ears at night to muffle their giggles when she would host a sleepover. He was glad his sister was balancing her friend groups, but he wondered if she would be able to breathe air being away from the two of them. They had quite the influence on her as well.

Growing up, Doc never came across as the “girly” type, but now all she cared about were her looks. In the past, he could count on his hands how many times he’s seen her casually wear a dress and now, right beside him, she was wearing a denim overall dress on top of a yellow blouse. Instead of her signature black-and-red rollerskates were a pair of white converses, yellow socks peeking out. She hardly ever wore her skates anymore.

“I’ll race you there.”

“You’re on!”

He sometimes missed his sister, but he knew that she deserved this happiness. That wasn’t to say she never spent time with the Party. It was just that when she did, she was a bit distant. Mike knew that part of the reason Doc was pulling away was because of what happened last November. When Will had been possessed by the Mind Flayer, she used an excessive amount of power to save him, El closing the gate and ending it all. At least, that was the theory the two of them came up with. They couldn’t think of any other reason her power would vanish like that.

In the following months, whenever she was around the Party, it seemed like her smile stretched just a bit too far and that her laughs were a little forced.

Arriving at Starcourt Mall, the two rode through the parking lot littered with cars and moving people before they reached the bike rack near the entrance, Doc triumphantly reaching it first. Though, the victory was short-lived when she saw three figures standing there expectantly.

“You’re late.” Lucas crossed his arms as the two hopped off their bikes.

“Sorry.” She whispered.

“Again!”

“Sorry!” Mike sighed as Max came up behind her boyfriend.

“We’re gonna miss the opening.” Will chided.

“Yeah, if you guys keep whining about it. Let’s go!”

Lucas mocked his friend's words as the Party followed Mike into the mall. When she caught up to Will, Doc threw her arms around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Missed you.”

“Yeah,” He quietly chuckled, gently patting her hands. “Missed you, too.”

Doc giggled and pulled away enough for just one arm to be wrapped around him, Will moving a hand to the middle of her back as they tuned in to their friends’ conversation.

“Let me guess,” Lucas teased. “You were busy.”

Mike cringed at the kissy noises his friend made. “Oh, yeah, real mature, Lucas.”

“‘Oh, El, I wish we could make out forever, and never hang out with any of our friends’.”

“Lucas, stop.” Max sighed.

“Will thinks it’s funny.” He motioned to said boy, who was snickering next to his girlfriend.

“Because it is.” Will agreed, Mike rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, it’s so funny that I want to spend romantic time with my girlfriend.”

Amused by his sarcasm, Lucas wrapped an arm around Max’s shoulders and pulled her close. “I’m spending romantic time with my girlfriend.”

Doc chuckled at Max’s attempt to keep her growing smile at bay, but it was no use. At her laugh, Will looked over at her, receiving a quick peck to the lips, the tips of his ears burning a bright red in response. As the five hurriedly moved through crowds of people with hushed apologies, Will tried desperately to keep up with Doc, who was pulling him along with her by the hand.

If tallies had to be kept, Will would have the most out of all the Party members to spend the most time with Doc. This was foreseeable since the two had been inseparable for the past year and a half. Through thick and thin, the two of them remained a couple. Even the moments when Will couldn’t even remember his girlfriend. When Doc wasn’t with Brenda and Sheriece, you could find her in Castle Byers with her boyfriend, the boy coming up with D&D campaigns while she talked his ear off about what new designs she was brainstorming. And yes, even those times were brief compared to what she gave the two girls.

“Hey, watch it!” A girl shouted when Mike stumbled into her.

“Yeah! Watch it, nerd!”

The Party’s attention was brought to Erica Sinclair, sitting and enjoying ice cream cones with her posse. Doc always did admire the girl’s spunk, which was much more than Lucas could say.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“Isn’t it time you died?”

“Psycho!”

“Butthead!”

“Mall rat!”

“Fart face!”

With nothing else to quip with, Lucas stuck his tongue out at her and blew a raspberry before Max grabbed him by the elbow. “Oh, now that was mature.” She scolded before pulling him with her and the others into the Scoops Ahoy ice cream parlor.

The place was full of customers, as per usual, but no line was formed at the register. Mike led his group right up to the very disinterested employee. She wore a red, white and navy blue sailor costume with an embarrassingly adorable sailor hat atop her light brown bob. With very intense eye contact, Mike annoyingly rang the bell at the counter repeatedly.

“Hey, dingus, your children are here.”

Behind her, the glass doors slid open to reveal The Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington in a similar costume, his luscious locs concealed by the sailor hat. With an unimpressed look, he leaned on the counter. “Again? Seriously?”

Mike rang the bell one more time in response.

Disgruntled, Steve led the five kids to the back of the parlor and opened the door for them. One by one, they all filed out and into the hall. “Come on, come on.” He urged them. “I swear, if anybody hears about this-”

“We’re dead!” They called back. With a heavy sigh and a shake of his head, Steve returned to work, the door closing behind him. Those kids would be the death of him one day.

Within the halls of the theater, the employee door opened, Mike peeking his head out and looking around. “All clear.” He nodded, pushing the door open and quickly leading his friends down the hall until they reached a theater next to a poster advertising Day of the Dead. The Party was lucky enough to find five empty seats in two of the middle rows. Doc, Mike and Will took the open three while Max and Lucas took the two in front of them. “See, Lucas? We made it.”

“We missed the previews.” He whispered back.

“Still made it. Fart face.” Max playfully snickered, her boyfriend making a face at her before they were shushed by a stranger.

As the movie started up, Will opened up his backpack and passed smuggled snacks to his friends in front of him. He then turned to his right to pass some to Mike, then to his left to Doc, earning a sweet smile from her. Silence fell over the audience as the screen brightened with the opening of the movie. Doc didn’t recognize the actress she was presented with, (her mother would easily tell her it was Lori Cardille) but the opening scene already disturbed her.

The way the woman sat alone in a white room, staring at a calendar, surfaced so many unwanted memories to Doc’s mind. Faint memories of a white room where she would color, or where she would perform tests for Dr Martin Brenner, or when the guards would punish her for failing. She tried her best to keep them at bay so that she could enjoy the movie, but the chilling music accompanying the film didn’t help. Absently, her hand found Will’s and their fingers intertwined and locked. Sensing her unease, he gave her a comforting squeeze.

Before the movie could progress any further, the audio slowed to a stop as the screen went dark, sending the audience into a fit of groans and dissatisfied exclamations. Unbeknownst to them, this had happened with every other theater and spread to the entire mall. Lights vanished, fountains fell, escalators and mini-carousels came to abrupt stops. When the power outage reached Scoops Ahoy, Steve snapped his head up.

“That’s weird.” He hummed, strolling over to the light switch and flipping it down, then up, then down, then up, then down, then up-

“That isn’t gonna work, dingus.” His coworker rolled her eyes.

“Oh, really?” He challenged, flicking the switch even faster, much to her annoyance.

The outage reached the rest of Hawkins, bathing the entire town in darkness. A presence loomed over them all. It was a presence that was banished, but not defeated. It promised destruction, it promised bloodshed, and it promised a meeting with a certain group of young teens.

It was a presence that Doc couldn’t feel, even if it was right in front of her.

Within seconds, Hawkins brightened and Starcourt was neon once again. The lights returned, the fountains sprouted, and people jerked forward with the sudden movement of the escalators and carousels. At Scoops Ahoy, Steve had just flicked the switch up when the parlor lit up once again. He smugly shrugged at his coworker and returned to the counter.

“Let there be light.”

In the theaters, the crowd erupted into cheers when the projector came to life and brought their movie back to them. Unlike everyone else, though, Will’s smile began to fade. That presence, though Doc couldn’t feel it, was still there. And he could definitely feel it. His body stiffened as he reached a hand to graze the goosebumps formed on the back of his neck. The cheering around him was swallowed by a memory of November.

He tried to run. The sort of shadow being, rising tall enough to tower over everyone, everything. The sky lit up in a frightening red as the storm brewed behind the creature. No matter how fast he ran, it was always right there. Even as he screamed, it came nearer. And nearer. Until it had nowhere else to go but within him, forcing its way into his being.

And another memory.

Will and Doc’s screams filled the room as the dark entity flooded out of every place in the boy’s face it had entered before. It swirled up to the ceiling as a way to collect itself, and when it was done, it bolted out of the cabin, crashing through the door.

“Hey.”

Will let out a startled gasp and ripped his hand away from his neck as he turned to Mike’s concerned eyes. He gave his friend a quick once-over. “You okay?”

Will blinked. “Y-Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.” He nodded. Hesitantly, Mike turned back to the screen. Will let out a slow breath and moved his gaze over to Doc, who hadn’t even noticed his current state. She was just like that recently, very unaware, a bit inconsiderate. In this case, though, he was grateful for it. He didn’t want her worrying. She was finally happy.

So, he held her hand tighter and went back to watching the movie.

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Nancy shot up in bed, heart hammering in her chest.

“Shit!”

She hurriedly reached over to her wrist watch on the nightstand and widened her eyes at the time. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!”

“Wh- What’s wrong?” Jonathan sat up beside her, tired and discombobulated.

“It’s almost nine.”

“What?!” He moved his blanket to see that his alarm clock blinked twelve o’clock.

“We forgot to reset the clocks. The power went out last night, remember?”

Cursing aloud, Jonathan scrambled out of bed with his girlfriend and hurriedly got dressed. After slipping on his shirt, he dived across the other side of the bed to reach his pants, falling to the ground as he tried to shove his legs in. Nancy got dressed much faster than him and hurried to his window. Her purse flew outside, then her shoes before she hopped out the window to make an escape to the car. Jonathan was in the process of finishing the last couple buttons on his shirt as he walked out of his room.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Joyce rushed over to him. “Wait up.”

“Oh, no, I’ll eat at work. I’m late.”

“No.” She reached up and used her thumb to wipe away the kissy mark on his face. “Your cheek.”

With an embarrassed chuckle, he moved her hand away and backed into the living room. “Alright, alright. I gotta run.”

“Alright.” Joyce threw her hands up in surrender.

“See you later.” He called out before he disappeared out the door.

“Ugh. Gross.” Will muttered as his mother returned to the kitchen table.

Joyce snickered. “Oh, don’t be like that. You and (Y/N) can be gross sometimes, too.”

He stiffened as he twisted the top off of the syrup. “We are not like that.”

“You might be when you’re older.” She nudged him as she picked up her fork to resume her breakfast. Will irritably sighed.

“I doubt that.”

“Okay.” Her attention was brought to the mess on the floor in front of the fridge. “Hey. What happened here?” She asked as she rose to her feet and walked over to the papers and magnets in a pile on the floor.

“I don’t know.” Will shrugged and returned to his food. Joyce sighed and crouched down, sticking papers back onto the fridge. When she got to the last one, a bittersweet smile graced her features as her heart swelled in affection. Pursing her lips to suppress a tremble, she stood back up and hung the drawing Will had made of a true hero back in its rightful place.

Bob Newby. Superhero.

On the road, Jonathan drove as fast as he could with Nancy hurriedly doing her makeup in the passenger seat, eyes glued to her mirror. “Can you please drive faster?”

“Do you wanna break down?” He tried a smile as he patted the dashboard. “We’re lucky this thing still drives at all.”

“I’m serious, Jonathan, I can’t be late.”

“You mean we can’t be late.”

“No, I mean I can’t be late. They like you no matter what you do.”

“Hey, they like you, too.” He gently patted her knee.

“Yeah. They like that I’m a coffee delivery machine. They don’t actually like me or respect me as a living, breathing human with a brain.”

Once again, he tried gently rubbing her leg in a comforting manner as he gave her another smile. “Hey, you just gotta be patient, okay? They’re set in their ways, you know? But… once they realize what a gifted writer you are, they’ll come around.”

“I really don’t need a Jonathan Byers pep talk right now.” She snapped. “Can you just… please, drive faster?”

He sighed, speeding up the car the best he could. “Okay…”

Crossing their path on the other side of the road was a car belonging to Claudia Henderson. Beside her in the passenger seat was her son, headset on as he repeated the same phrase.

“This is Gold Leader, returning to base. Do you copy? Over.”

Not even a second later, he tried again.

“This is Gold Leader, returning to base. Do you copy? Over.”

His tone grew irritable and impatient.

“I repeat. This is Gold Leader, returning to base. Do you copy? Over.”

Then, he snapped.

“I repeat. This is goddamn Gold Leader-”

“Dusty!” Claudia scolded.

“What?!”

“Relax! For goodness’ sake.”

“I’m in range. They should be answering.”

“You’ve been away a whole month, honeybun.” She shrugged. “Maybe they just… forgot.”

Just in her tone, he knew his mother didn’t want to say it. Maybe because she knew there was some truth to it. Mike and El were together, Lucas and Max were together, Doc had lots of exciting things going on, a new mall opened up. Everything was changing while he was gone, but he didn’t think it would completely wipe the memory of him from his friends’ minds. They had to remember he was coming home. 

They had to remember.

After his mother dropped him off at home, he made a beeline to his room. With a defeated sigh, he plopped his duffle bag on his bed and sat down beside it, burying his face into his hands. His first day back and he had no plans to spend time with any of his friends. His face brightened just a bit when he noticed his beloved Yertle, comfortably in his new terrarium.

“At least someone’s happy I’m home.” He quietly chuckled. Suddenly, a robotic voice startled him into a standing position. Every toy in his room that moved or made noise sounded and grouped together in the middle of his floor. His R2D2, his chimp that banged its cymbals, his toy tank that made shooting noises, all of them. He looked even mildly offended when one of his toys spit little rings at his chest.

This wasn’t right. None of this was. He began panicking, hoping that he wasn’t making yet another strange discovery having to deal with supernatural powers. He noticed that his toys were filing out of his room and into the hallways. So, quickly thinking, he grabbed his choice of weapon off his desk.

The Farrah Fawcett spray never failed him before, and it wouldn’t now.

Dustin let the weapon leave the room before him, stepping out into the hall and cautiously following his line of toys. “It’s just a dream.” He told himself. “You’re dreaming.”

Behind the wall that separated the living room and kitchen stood Max, her back against the wall as she stealthily watched Dustin follow the toys in the living room. She turned to Lucas, who stood next to her. He grinned and turned to Doc, who turned to Will, who turned to Mike, who turned to El.

“Now!” He whispered. El opened her eyes, blood dribbling from her nose.

All at once, the toys powered down in the middle of the living room. Confused, Dustin ran over to them and knelt down, lifting them up one by one to examine them. His friends silently crept up behind him, noise makers ready in their mouths, Lucas holding a banner they all made that read WELCOME HOME DUSTIN.

As Lucas properly held up the banner, everyone looked to Max. She excitedly held up her fingers to signal them.

One.

Two.

Three.

At once, everyone happily sounded their noisemakers, but they immediately stopped when Dustin fearfully screamed and spun around, assaulting Lucas’s eyes with his hairspray.

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“Cannonball!”

Happy cheering, splashing of water, and chanting of ‘marco, polo’ brought the joy that radiated from Hawkins’s public pool. If there was any other place in town that was as lively as the mall, it was the pool. It was the perfect spot for parents to cool off while letting their children blow off steam, all while socializing.

And socializing Karen Wheeler did. She sat perched upon her lawn chair, a romance novel in one hand and a coke can in the other, the tip of her straw stained pink with her lipstick. On either side of her were some of the other stay-at-home mothers of Maple Street. She was so engrossed in her novel that she almost didn’t catch what the woman beside her said.

“Ladies,” She tilted her sunglasses to the edge of her nose. “She’s coming down.”

Upon seeing Heather Holloway descend her post on the lifeguard’s chair, the four straightened their posture, checked their hair, got into seductive poses, and turned to the pool shed.

The door opened to reveal Hawkins’s heartthrob, Billy Hargrove. His shirtless body glistened in the sun, his gorgeous blond curls moved with the very light breeze, his dazzling blue eyes were concealed by his sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose. After discarding his cigarette, he began his stroll towards his chair. His gaze scanned the entire area in search of anything he had control over. It was his shift, this was his turf, and he called the shots.

He knew every girl in Hawkins had eyes on him, but that wasn’t his focus at the moment. There was something at this pool, something not quite right, that he needed to take into his hands. Catching sight of it, his whistle that sat around his neck and on his chest was lifted to his lips before he blew into it. Instantly, the entire pool went silent and everyone’s attention was brought to a chubby little boy who was caught red-handed, running around the pool. At the sound of the whistle, the poor victim froze in his spot.

“Hey, lard-ass!” Billy bellowed. “No running on my watch! I gotta warn you again, and you’re banned for life. You wanna be banned, lard-ass?”

Timidly, he shook his head.

“Didn’t think so.”

And, with a blow of his whistle, the pool unpaused. Only this time, the little boy walked away with his head down. Satisfied, Billy continued his stroll. When he noticed the Maple Street Mothers, he nodded to them in greeting. “Afternoon, ladies.”

“Afternoon, Billy.” They seductively responded in unison.

“Dig the new suit, Mrs Wheeler.” A small smirk quirked on his lips.

“Thank you.” Karen grinned.

Billy turned the corner before climbing the small ladder and taking place on his throne. It was a safe distance away from the mothers to gawk and drool over him without him noticing. But he knew they were, and they knew he knew, and they loved it. A nice piece of meat didn’t come often in Hawkins, so it was only logical that the eager women would feast their eyes upon him any moment they could.

The woman of the Wheeler residence was lucky enough to get him in her house last fall when he was looking for his stepsister. She had hardly been wearing any clothes upon their first interaction and the way he looked at her sent her skin blazing. She was never able to quite shake that feeling he gave her, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to. He was brilliant, he was beautiful, he was powerful and he knew it.

And Karen Wheeler was all in.

From in the pool, a head of chocolate brown hair surfaced from the water. Brenda wiped at her face to clear her vision. “How long was that?”

“Ugh, look, girl.” Sheriece mumbled, her eyes glued to the mothers. “That is so gross.”

“I know.” Brenda rolled her eyes. “Could you imagine the look on (Y/N)’s face if she saw the way her mom was staring at Billy Hargrove?”

Sheriece sadly sighed. “I miss my friend.”

“Me, too,” The brunette floated on her back. “But she can’t be here, she’s celebrating Dustin.”

A moment of silence sat between them before they started giddily giggling about the Henderson boy.

In a much quieter and vacant part of Hawkins was the downtown area. With the opening of Starcourt Mall, many small businesses had closed down, much to the townees’ distress. The only form of business that was lively in the downtown area was The Hawkins Post. Which was Nancy’s current destination.

She tried to calm her breathing as she sped down the sidewalk to her place of work, a brown bag clutched in one hand. She checked her watch again and again worriedly as she sped up her pace. She could not be late. She could not.

Entering the building, she quickly and politely set down sandwiches on the desks of the writers, the ladies thanking Nancy as their gazes hardly left their work. Her next stop was the darkroom. As usual, she completely ignored the warning sign and pushed the door wide open. Jonathan, bathed in red like the rest of the room, frantically turned to her.

“Oh, no, no, no, no! Nancy!”

“Sorry.” She whispered and set his sandwich down. With an eye roll at his dramatic behavior, she shut the door and headed for the lion’s den. Pushing open the glass door to the conference room, she began passing out sandwiches to her superiors all sat together at the table as they passed around ideas for the front page of the paper.

“How about a piece on Iran?”

“I want something local.”

“I hear there’s a beauty pageant at the fair this year.”

“Yeah, I’m looking for above the fold here, Bruce.”

“Then clearly you haven’t seen Lucy Lebrock,” Bruce cupped his hands at his chest to mimic breasts. “...because I’m not sure she’ll fit above the fold!”

The men erupted into laughter, Nancy cutting a look to Bruce as she set his sandwich down for him. “Fellas!” Their boss called out. “In six hours, we go to print. I need something real.”

“Oh, I think they’re real.”

As the men laughed again, Nancy paused at the door. She had no more sandwiches to hand out. She wasn’t needed here anymore. But she so clearly was. These men didn’t know the first thing about stories worth reading. At this point, she wouldn’t be surprised if the headline of the paper read about some missing dog on a cul-de-sac. Inhaling deeply, she dove right into untrifled water.

“What about Starcourt?”

The room went silent as all eyes were on her, some eyes on other parts of her. She tried to ignore it as she continued. “I-I was just… thinking…” A deadly thing for a woman to do. “I mean, I know everyone loves the mall, but… how many small businesses have closed since it opened? Like, five on Main, at least. It’s changing the fabric of our town in a way-”

“‘The Death of Small-Town America’.” Bruce pitched a headline idea, receiving a hopeful nod from her. “I like it. I like it a lot. But I think I’ve got something even spicier. It’s about… the missing mustard on my hamburger!”

Once again, the room exploded into laughter as Nancy’s eyes flitted away defeatedly.

“You think you can follow the clues and solve the case of the missing condiment, Nancy Drew?” He mocked above the laughter.

“Sorry.” She whispered and took the sandwich back. Breathing in through her nose and out her mouth, she threw the door open and hurried out of the room as Bruce taunted,

“Look out, Phil, she might be after your job!”

At the Henderson residence, Lucas had his head in the kitchen sink, warm water running over his assaulted eyes. He winced and hissed in pain as he slowly stood up straight, slowly blinking as he tried to regulate his sight. He’d kill Dustin for this.

“Better?” Max asked in front of him.

“Still stings.” He sighed out. Blinking some more, his vision began to clear as he noticed a red dot on his girlfriend’s forehead. “Is that a new zit?”

Max widened her eyes and grabbed hold of the back of his head. “What is wrong with you?”

“I was just asking!” He screamed out in pain as his face was shoved back into the stream of water.

In Dustin’s bedroom, the boy was excitedly showing off his contraptions he had gotten from camp. He was currently showing off a device that resembled a windmill, using his other hand to crank and spin it. “I call it the Forever Clock. Alright? Powered by wind. Very useful in the apocalypse.”

He handed it off to Doc, who held one side of it, Will holding the other. They both stared at it in wonder as Dustin took out another contraption. This one was a hammer with several objects stuck to its handle.

“Then I give you…” He pressed some sort of button that made the hammer shake. “...the Slammer.” He chuckled as El, attached to Mike’s arm, moved away from it. Doc and Will were only partially paying attention, Doc attempting to make the Forever Clock move by blowing on it, Will watching her in interest.

“Pretty neat, huh? But this…” He put the Slammer away and picked up his duffel bag, grunting as he plopped it on the ground. They knelt down with him, Doc putting the object in her hands off to the side. “...this is my masterpiece.”

He unzipped the bag with a grin on his face. “I would like you to meet… Cerebro.”

The four stared at the millions of pieces within the bag. Nothing was formed, which made it hard for them to understand what Dustin was showing them. “What exactly are we looking at here?” Mike voiced their confusion.

“An unassembled one-of-a-kind battery-powered radio tower.”

The room did not match the enthusiasm Dustin possessed. Will slowly nodded. “So, it’s a… a ham radio.”

“The Cadillac of ham radios. This baby carries a crystal-clear connection over vast distances. I’m talking North Pole to South.”

“That’s actually pretty cool.” Doc shared a nod with her boyfriend, who looked on his other side to see that Mike and El were still not impressed.

“It’s more than ‘pretty cool’, Doc. With this baby, I can talk to my girlfriend whenever and wherever I choose.”

Now there was something that got their attention.

“Girlfriend?!”

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[ridiasfangirlings]

Post-ROK, Chitose tries to flirt with Awashima in front of everyone else. Separate reactions from Kusanagi and S4 please!

Honestly I think Kusanagi would be more worried about Chitose than Awashima, Kusanagi knows full well that Awashima can take him XD Imagine Awashima stops at the bar in her casual clothes with her hair down, Kusanagi had to step out for an errand and Chitose is helping Dewa run the bar. Chitose spots this big-boobed babe sitting at the bar counter and is like score, Dewa is a little more hesitant because he doesn’t know why but that lady gives him a bad feeling. Chitose’s like nah leave this one to me, sidling up to Awashima as she sits at the bar. He offers to buy her a drink and she gives him this cool look, Chitose’s like hey don’t be so uptight, a pretty lady like you shouldn’t have that kind of expression.

He’s so busy trying to get in her good graces that he doesn’t even notice Kusanagi walking in the door. Chitose decides to try winning Awashima over with compliments, all ‘if I said you had a nice body would you hold it against me’ and at first Kusanagi rolls his eyes before he suddenly realizes exactly who Chitose just used a cheesy pickup line on. Kusanagi is probably torn between stepping in and saving Chitose or just leaving him to hang, like somehow seeing Chitose hit on Awashima specifically is making Kusanagi feel much less charitable. Awashima notes that Chitose is being very familiar and Chitose’s all maybe we should get more familiar, leaning in even closer (Kusanagi’s eyes twitch just slightly). At some point Chitose can’t stop himself and tries to put an arm around Awashima, the next thing he knows he’s on the floor, completely dumbstruck. Kusanagi takes that moment to step right over Chitose’s prone body as he greets Awashima, Awashima notes that the atmosphere in his bar has certainly become poor and Kusanagi apologizes, he really can’t leave these rowdy kids in charge after all.

Alternate scenario, imagine Awashima gets called to help out with some S4 Strain issue while she’s off duty and so she’s dressed all nice and has her hair down. After everything’s been taken care of she’s retrieving the packages she left behind near the S4 blockade when she’s spotted by Chitose, who’s just walking by with some of the Homra guys. None of them recognize her and Chitose’s like stand back and watch me work my magic on that hot lady. He strolls up to Awashima and starts turning on the charm, she just looks at him coldly wondering what a Homra member is doing here while S4 is trying to work. Chitose has no idea why none of his pickup lines are working, like everything he says just gets a deeper glare.

Finally he starts complimenting her smoking body and that’s when he hears someone yelling at him, he looks up and Akiyama’s walking over all scandalized like what do you think you’re doing. Chitose’s all oh one of the Blues, go away I saw her first. Akiyama’s presence has called the rest of the alphabet squad, who just see this guy talking to their Lieutenant and they all come over with their hands on their swords like is this guy bothering you. Chitose’s like wow you Blues really can’t stand not being in everyone’s business, I’m just trying to talk to the lady. He reaches for Awashima’s hand and a knife flies right between them, Chitose pulls his hand back like what the fuck but there’s no one there (Fushimi clicks his tongue and steps back around one of the vans, not like he was helping or anything). Chitose’s about to ask what’s wrong with all of you when Munakata himself shows up, he was wondering where everyone had gotten to and asks Awashima if there is any trouble, looking very calm even as his Blue aura is like pinning Chitose to the ground. Awashima assures him it’s nothing as she takes out her hair clip and pins her hair up and now Chitose suddenly recognizes her and realizes just how very screwed he is.

[writerfae]

Hello 👉🏼👈🏼

I have two requests.

I would like a villain dump please and thank you. What are these babes motives?

I liked the German songs and the one about depression was really good. Decided it fits Lao, my oc. The others were super cool too, and I am very interested in what lyrics you associate with your characters.

Anyway. Those are my two thoughts with worldbuilding. And I hope you feel better!!

Hello! And thank you ☺️

Ohh yesss let’s talk about villains!

Though technically I have a whole villain group, if we are being honest there’s more or less two main villains. Morena and the Alderking. And Cameron, if you wanna count him, but he’s not really on a level with these two.

So let’s focus on the first two right now. One is a direct villain, causing the trouble but the other is an indirect one, a bad influence if you will. But the thing is, none of those two were really bad people. They were both corrupted.

Rook, the Alderking, was originally a good and committed husband, brother and king. But he was proud and overambitious. He wanted an ideal world, but as we all know everyone has a different picture of an ideal world in mind, so of course his ideas weren’t always approved of by his siblings.

In all his ambition to form the world like he thought it should be, he brought great changes to his kingdom (some good, some bad) but his own kingdom didn’t seem to be enough. With his siblings refusing to accept some of his ideas, he grew slightly unsatisfied with his life.

He just wanted to help them, to create a better world for them all, so why wouldn’t they understand? (Nevermind that he thought this can only be achieved if he takes over their reign / helps them with it because what’s so bad about this right? Win-win)

Of course The Shadow (the dark ancient force) saw its chance to jump on this unsatisfied king immediately and under its bad influence, the good intentions he started out with turned into greed. And that’s how he became the villain. Good intentions turned sour.

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Morena, too, was always ambitious. Her goal wasn’t a better world though, it was a better life for herself. As youngest of four daughters of a man whose family used to be quite estimated but lost that status, her chances for that weren’t really that great.

They weren’t exactly a poor family, they had just enough for a comfortable life - and wine for her father to drown his sorrows in it. But for Morena, her life made her unhappy still.

So she got out. Worked hard to get a good education, to become a court lady, to befriend the queen, to catch the interest of a high lord. And then she got it, her better life. And for a while, it seemed to be enough.

But she grew restless again, as if she wasn’t done yet. And then she found out that her descendant was the Alderking. That her family is supposed to be royalty but was unjustly robbed of it.

And from then on she knew why she was so restless all the time. She set a new goal: to give her family back what they had lost, a life as royal family. And with the influence of her descendant whispering promises into her ear, she set up her plan to bring back the Alderking, for the family’s honor.

You see, the two are pretty similar. Both thought they were wronged by the world. Both wanted to fight for a good cause (a good world, a good life for your family - what we all dream of) but their selfishness and some dark forces got in the way.

I’m glad to hear you liked the songs! And you could even apply one to your oc? That’s so cool!

I gotta put this part under a cut, or this will be too long ^^

Now to the lyrics! I also added my fave lyrics of those songs as a bonus, haha.

Okay so I add a picture of each lyric (fave on the left, oc one on the right, click to see the whole thing xD) and loosely translate them for those who need it. Hope that’s not too confusing ^^

Tanz für mich - Provinz

Line that really speaks to me: “Who loves freedom loves loneliness”

Line that fits an oc: “And baby look after you, it’s way too easy. Don’t get into me, baby, or you might break.”

actually this doesn’t fit any canon oc but it does fit Talon and Aiden from the au I have for them that was sparked entirely by this song

it fits Talon telling Aiden that he’ll only end up breaking his heart to which Aiden responds that he can’t break what’s already shattered but oh well let’s not talk about this

Das Mädchen und der Tod - Oonagh

Line that really speaks to me: “Look at me and go ahead, my friend, I’ve lived long on this earth. Look at me and take me up with you, my friend. And so the girl goes with death.”

Line that fits an oc: “And as weak as her heart was beating, as strong was her courage to face life”

this is quite literally Aiden because he, too, was born with a weak heart but his will to life was so unyielding he survived even when no one thought he could

Mauern - LOTTE

Line that really speaks to me: “I stay with you. Because I know behind this loneliness, there’s someone I’ve loved since day one.”

Line that fits an oc: “You are trapped inside your skin, have build thousands of walls. It’s a labyrinth only you know. Every way leads in but not one out.”

this is Talon and his repressed feelings also the very first bit (trapped inside your own skin) is quite literally what happens to the Alderking so technically…

Sommer, Sonne, Depression - Madeline Juno

Line that really speaks to me: “It’s finally season to feel even more out of place then usual.”

Line that fits an oc: “The irony of being sad on the beach. You see the sun, I see the sunburn.”

again, sort of Talon. But also Maya when her anxiety hits

And finally there’d be Augen sind rot by Provinz, but since it has no fitting of lines and my fave lines are like… all of them I offer you a different song of theirs I recommended someone:

Neonlicht - Provinz (aka my fave German song)

Line that really speaks to me: “With all these lights and all these lights I can’t see the stars anymore.” (also later on: “With all this noise, how am I supposed to hear?)

Line that fits an oc: “With an open mouth I hang on your lips. Start believing all the nonsense, all of the nonsense.”

that’s definitely Morena. She started to believe what the ghost of the Alderking whispered to her, believe he was the only one who could help her

Oh that was lord of fun! I’m sorry it got so long but I hope you’ll like it. Thanks for your ask! :)

[gettingbyy]

6/24/2024 - 6/25/2024

this post is for mouse, but you can read it, too, if you want.

a triple shot espresso drink was involved when i started this and it shows.

i was just reading through my older posts - i must be some kind of fortune-telling witch, cos i mentioned the water heater going bad soon in february (which it did, in april) and i worried about void baby and ori's contentious relationship only getting worse, which it did and continues to do. maybe i'm a disaster witch.

since we've talking more regularly i don't have as much for general life updates, but i do have a few things i need to muse on. you can skip this one if you want, it might get a little wild. will send you a name abbreviation guide in discord with the post link. /|\ ^._.^ /|\

i just created a channel for our blog and video links if you're interested. it may not be necessary so let me know your thoughts xD i just figured this way they wouldn't get lost in our general chat. but also you email me video links so... i dunno xD

first,

i discovered i can control my phone's spotify through my work laptop now. i think i was always supposed to be able to do that, but it always broke everything before. this is good.

second,

this one is risky cos he might be reading this but yolo i want to get it out there. i think i told you i blocked C? a little while ago, maybe a month. it's been...like honestly relieving in a lot of ways. i'll tell you more about the history when A and i first got together, and right after we broke up, but suffice to say for more recent times, i got tired of the sex pest-y vibes and unwanted horniness. it was a classic case of manic pixie dream girl, too, and repeated misgendering. the misgendering part is kinda funny cos it started out very "respectful" when i first told him i'm enby, and then slowly over time he stopped checking in and started using wrong pronouns and super gendered language. after the 3rd or 4th she/her i stopped correcting and just got tired. this one has been an interesting look into the human psyche in some ways for me, and toxic ally behaviors. (i hate the word behaviors, it feels so corporate and pseudo-psychological now. i can expand on that if you want. i'd love to research how corporations are using therapy-speak and psychological terms to manipulate their employees, but also that might make me angry. i could write a dissertation on JA alone. ANYWAYS.) i even tried indulging C for awhile when he kept pressuring me to talk about sex, but i think that just emboldened him instead of ameliorating the issue. give an inch, they'll take a mile, as the saying goes. it just got so exhausting to constantly find new ways to say no.

as far as the manic pixie dream girl thing goes, this was really hammered home for me when i sent him a link to a story i was revisiting and reworking/editing. it just became so incredibly obvious that he literally did not care about me as a person other than what he thought/assumed i brought to the table, both in terms of sex and otherise. i'd talked to C before about wanting to start writing again and needing encouragement, feeling like an imposter, etc. but then when i was rereading my story, i found it to be more solid than i originally thought and got inspired to work on it again. i sent him a link to the story and said basically exactly that, and warned it needed more editing. he said he'd look at it "in a bit," and then a full 24+ hours later was like "oh hey i read it btw." his only feedback was "yeah i really like it! it's in dire need of an editing pass but the characters are solid." and i'm like great, thanks....... then four-ish days later he randomly goes "proud of you babe" in the middle of an already weird nonsensical conversation, so i asked what for, and he said "revisiting old works with a critical eye" which was literally the opposite of what i was doing lol. i was actually actively trying not to be too critical so i didn't burn myself out immediately, which i then told him. he never responded. i dunno, it's wild to me that after like 10 or 11 years of knowing each other he still has such a fixed idea of who i am and doesn't update that idea with new information. i'm basically a notepad file in his brain that hasn't been changed since 2013. it feels super manic pixie dream girl because i'm on this pedastal that he's created for me out of his own imagined impressions of/desires for me, and he responds based on that depiction instead of what's actually in front of him. also what makes him think he can use nicknames like that with me? the audacity, honestly.

having had him blocked for a month, i definitely know i made the right choice. talking to someone like that who has such a fixed idea of who you are despite evidence to the contrary really fucks you up in some subtle ways. there were times when i was questioning my communication skills because he had ideas about me so blatantly wrong, or took conversations in such a weird direction from what i was saying. it felt most often like he was talking sideways at me based on the first couple words i would say, instead of actually processing my full sentence(s). like he was just constantly 1000% distracted and couldn't be bothered to put any attention towards interacting with me, unless he was horny. you know when you're trying to talk to someone and they're looking at/doing something on their phone and they're responding with a couple words or like not really responding much at all? it felt like that, except constantly and always.

third,

i think between C and K i've definitely learned that just because someone was in/has been in my life for a long time, it doesn't necessarily mean they're doing any self-reflection or growing as a person. it's like a weird optimistic pitfall where you assume someone is a better person now because they've had so many opportunities to become one, and you used to be good friends with them so surely they've gone in a similar self-improvement journey. i don't know if i told you what went down with K, but he's a massive creep and hasn't improved literally at all since high school. one of the dating apps that's been more successful for me than the rest is no longer a viable option for me because of him. now that i think about it, i'd argue he's worse than he was back then; at least he regretted harassing/being weird towards other K and stopped/apologized. i should've known better all along probably, he aggressively grabbed my boob out of nowhere and without permission when we were waiting in the car after wind symphony in high school. he apologized and claimed he "misinterpreted signals," but it was still weird and uncomfortable and i never looked at him quite the same way again after that. also to be clear there were no signals to misinterpret. it's just wild to me that someone like K can be so shitty after nearly 15 years. another reminder to me that just because a path starts similarly doesn't mean it'll end similarly.

fourth,

this person's initial i'm going to change to S - it's actually D but i don't want to type things like "i've been ruminating on D a lot lately" lmao

i think i mentioned that i've been talking/interacting with S a little lately, through mutual friends/mutual gaming, and it's got me reflecting on 11 years ago and the turmoil he put me through. i was explaining everything that happened to A, she didn't know the full story because she was uncomfortable hearing about past flames when we first got together (also from trauma), and she was pretty floored at what/how/why he did what he did. i'll never forget that one line he used - "i'd like to pass on my genes, and given your family history i agree you probably shouldn't have children." obvi i don't want them anyway, but the eugenics vibes were strong and also that's pretty fucked up, especially considering what my dad was actively going through at the time. (aside: if his only concern is passing on genes, go to a sperm bank you gross fuck.)

a big part of why this is still semi-plaguing me (when i'm reminded of it) is the total lack of closure. i was never able to talk to S about what happened and how it affected me, nor was i able to get his thoughts on the situation. it's a mildly festering scrape i've had since it happened, and i have no idea how to resolve that. therapy, i guess. in the immediate aftermath, there was a month or so where we didn't talk much, then he reached out again and we were talking as constantly/closely as we had been. he was even a big support for me in the late hours of the evening after my mugging when the panic was setting in and i didn't have words to describe it. things didn't really end until sometime that summer - he just sort of stopped talking to me. we went from meaningful and lengthy conversations to one-word answers and pulling teeth for any reaction. i can only assume he had finally found "his people" in seattle and dropped me like i'm in toy story.

the wildest part is that S seems totally detached from it all, like he's forgotten it happened, or it mattered so little to him he may as well have forgotten it. we've hardly spoken in the intervening years (a rarity for me, most everyone else i've kept in touch with for at least a little while after the situationship broke off) and while he definitely still recognizes me as someone he knows (lmao can u imagine if he didn't), he's never made any remark/reference to our """"past""" or tried to talk about/apologize for/allude to it. i mentioned to P off-hand (he doesn't know what happened) that S gives me sociopath vibes sometimes with how disconnected he is from all of us, and P sort of agreed with me. "chaotic neutral" i think was the way he put it. maybe what i'm struggling with the most in fully processing it is that S seems to care so freaking little. even when i tried to talk to him a bit more about what we could maybe check out in the city, he just stopped responding after a couple messages. it's been fully years since he's ever sent me a message first or spoken to me without prompting, and i doubt that's going to change like...ever. i dunno. it's interesting how someone can be so impactful to you but they seem to feel completely the opposite. we didn't ""officially"" date, but damn if we didn't spend a shit-ton of time together and have a pretty big mutual meaning. it's the juxtaposition of knowing that, and seeing it completely unacknowledged and brushed under the rug that really gets to me. it feels akin to gaslighting, in some ways, in the most oblique/indirect way possible; i know it happened, and i know that he knows it happened, but we're just supposed to continue on like it's nothing and we were nothing. i'm not looking for some kind of declaration of lost love or profound regret, but just a little something as a treat would be nice.

Gotye's Somebody That I Used to Know was released in 2011. this situation happened in 2013, and fuck if that song isn't so painfully poignant about this.

fifth,

this will be a short one. i want to take more photos again. i haven't had a roll of film developed for months, and i've barely taken out my new-to-me (and very spendy lol) digital camera. i wish someone here would go with me. i get nervous in the city and being out alone, especially around this time of year (like clockwork, a monthish before and for a couple months after my muggingversary it flares up). i'll go when i really work up the courage, but the photos i make when i do show my anxiety somehow; i don't know how to describe it but you can just feel it. like when i was embroiled in terrible depression and anxiety being at QC and my photos were bleak and my insta was grey and dark and sad. i'm really excited about our trip, getting to see you and burn through some film rolls and really try out my newish camera. it's gonna be good.

conclusion,

sorry for the incredibly long post lmao love you bbg and miss you can't wait to see you soon i hope you're doing okay today and having a middling to good day <3

[silver-stake-through-the-heart]

Dean and robin redbreast symbolism

A meta about a bird species? Why not? It's certainly not the weirdest stuff posted about this show XD

Let's begin with:

Characters named Robin in Supernatural:

-Cassie Robinson (1x13)

-Robin (6x22)

-Robin (9x07)

Two of them are introduced as Dean's love interests, two girls he had to leave because of hunting and/or his family (Cassie thought he was crazy for talking about monsters; Robin believed he plainly abandoned her) and who learned in the episodes dedicated to them the reality of hunting. Interesting enough, Robin plays music and Cassie works as a journalist, spreading informations.

The other is a girl Sam killed when he was soulless, and who accompanies him as an illusion of his mind after Cas broke the wall, when he's trying to remember who he is.

Robin redbreast symbolism

Robins symbolize death, re-birth and new beginning. Since they live near to humans, they also represent family ties and home. As most birds, they also symbolize souls, message from heaven and hope.

Robins are also associated with death. They are said to cover dead bodies with leaves and wildflowers, and mourn at their side.

The most known example of this is the children's tale Babes in the Wood (featuring two children abandoned in the woods to die):

Their little corpse the robin-redbreast found, And strew'd with pious bill the leaves around.

Some legends about how the Robin got a red mark

-The robin is associated with the Christ's suffering. When the Christ was dying on the cross, a robin flew to him, singing to ease his pain and wiping his tears. It was smeared by his blood when trying to pull the thorns out.

Another legend says the robin received its redbreast as a reward for protecting Jesus, when he was a child, from sparks of a fire.

-The robin was scorched when it fetched water for the souls suffering in Purgatory.

-The wren flew to Hell to fetch fire for mankind. It came back with a blaze and the robin saved it.

-While the birds competed to know which of them was able to fly the highest, a wren perched on an eagle's back to win, but the eagle flew until the Sun. The robin went to save the wren and its breast burned in the process.

All those legends have in common the robin is marked in red after having suffering for another being, either sharing their emotional pain or being hurt to save

The giant's stairs (fairy tale)

A boy is taken away by a Giant to his court underground and become his apprentice. Seven years later, Philip visited in his dream Robert (called Robin for the rest of the tale), a blacksmith, to ask him to find him and bring him back to his family.

"And how will I know (...) but this is all a dream?" "Take that," said the boy, "for a token", and at the word the white horse struck out with one of his hind legs, and gave poor Robin (...) a kick in the forehead (...). He found himself in bed, but he had the mark of the blow, the regular print of a horse-shoe, upon his forehead as red as blood

Robin found a way to the underworld and met the giant.

"What seek you?" [the giant] demanded in a voice of thunder. "I come (...) to claim Philip Ronayne, whose time of service is out this night." (...) "Then you must single him out from among my pages," said the giant; "and if you fix on the wrong one, your life is forfeit. Follow me." He led Robin into a hall of vast extent and fined with lights; along either side of which were rows of beautiful children, all apparently seven years old, and none beyond that age, dressed in green, and every one exactly dressed alike. "Here," said Mahon, "you are free to take Philip Ronayne, if you will; but, remember, I give you but one choice." (...) "Let me live or die for it, but this is young Phil Ronayne." "It is Philip Ronayne–happy Philip Ronayne," said his young companions; and in an instant the hall became dark. Crashing noises were heard, and all was in strange confusion; but Robin held fast his prize, and found himself lying in the grey dawn of the morning at the head of the Giant's Stairs with the boy clasped in his arms.

Then, Robin brought Philip back to the human world, then to his family.

[castle-dominion]

castle 6x13 limelight

the doppelganger vicarious mom episode liveblog

Love the music

hate parapazzi.

what's with her eyeliner? I mean I like it. "She had spinach in her teeth" More material to torture you with *rawr chomp chomp*

Pi lol but also oof 7am work I love pi Hi! Bye! Unless that's a murder XD Poor girl on call before 7am

"this isn't about me today" love esposito's scarf & becked's jacket

Oof manager first mother second. (she's more than the personal assistant she seems a little bit gay for mandy)

Talk to the security firm then

don't get drunk babes...

Oh four months...

construction my beloved

this kid is too bright eyed to be in construction

How old is this guy to be with a 22yo? Oh he's an artist.

Love lanie's scrubs over her long sleeve.

Oh wow claire samuels. WAIT CASTLE'S JACKET-- THAT'S THE ONE ETHAN SLAUGHTER GETS & also eckett's outfit is nice

Oof place is trashed!

Lol the blood wine "closing time?" girl you're at your hotel room!

Don't even know claire's name?

Good point. Mom: It wouldn’t make much sense to have a decoy if they’re going to be seen hanging out together.

she's not wrong but she's kinda bitchy. she's also hungover so yk.

"probably???"

"youve" worked hard

Ryan reminds me a lot of simon tam rn. kinda twinky looking in comparison to the ppl around them but when you actually look at them they have good shoulders

But I don't think I like his vest

Castle is so great making her a cup of good coffee

RC: How do you feel? Mandy sutton: Considering I’m supposed to be dead – (she gives him a wry look) – about right. .. On a much smaller scale

Alexis my beloved put down her phone on the table

Mandy smiling at that but then alexis turns around

Jim thinking caskett broke up I love it

Ok so I'm leaving for the week & this is it. I'll have one week after this to watch the rest of Castle. I have spent what like four months watching Castle? doing my liveblogging? My entire summer. & now... back to school. Kill me.

HEYY I'M BACK UWU

Claire Samuels

Lol stalkerazzi

RC: They may already have, which is why we can’t find her.

Closing time already? XD

Castle should make her a coffee

You know it makes sense for claire & mandy to not know each other

"socializing"

Did you upset anyone? Probably?

HOLD ON THAT'S WHY I FEEL LIKE I'VE SEEN THIS BEFORE-- I HAVE!

ok fastforward except Who DID take the photos?

Jim beckett <3 AUnt Theresa CD

Love ryan's fingers & physicality

Woah why r they busting in here all gunned up? lol beaded curtain

You ok? Yeah. *giant wall of Mandy*

This man is,, unwell

I like how he says "just the motorcycle" as in "No I didn't see anyone, except a motorcycle" or "yes but no more than a motorcycle"

Reminds me of that autiistic timepiece kid in murdoch

Esposito waving, jenkins by the door, ryan's voice so deep rn...

Alexis totally did this on purpose lol Yay bees yay kiss!

Alexis so awkward lol.

Ah alcoholism

In some way, not exactly how you feel bro

RC: It took me less time to write the last Derrick Storm novel and though both are works of fiction at least that one was believable. How’s the case coming?

Love how Ryan corrects the picture being sideways. (castle wearing the jacket he gives to slaughter, & it looks great with the green shirt)

lmao I love alexis talking & mandy is listenin gbut..?? I love this entire thing does alexis have any friends..?

no he THINKS you're alive MANDY NO

the advent of alexis' PI'ing

Speakerphone

Basic famous person disguise Yeah privacy pls & thx.

People gettin gthirsty over there!

DON'T GO CALLING PEOPLE! Well now that she's alive you totally could call her

with alexis lolol fire tatoo like the bike?

That's ale-- Alexis? What is she doing there?

HOLD ON THOSE PICTURES CASTLE HAS IN HIS PHONE ARE THE SAME ONES HE USED IN THE SCOTLAND YARD EPISODE

Why is alexis the one saying "let's go this way" if mandy is the one who knows the bar

*pulls a gun on them* I hope Alexis dialled her dad & left the line open.

"We thought it was you!" why do we only hear the sirens NOW? If they had the sirens on we would have heard them from far away

Listen, fool. Giffing ryan's nod

How dramatic

oOH THE MUSIC

If u'r gonna kill someone why not zack?

Castle so afraid that beckett would be mad at him

rysposito staring at caskett lol. clipping that if I have the fricking space

They TOTALLY should have gotten married a second time in the mars episode. someone write a fanfic for that

[whumptywhumpdump]

Ok, I’m with Bee a little on the whole “you don’t need to be proven wrong or whatever, go ahead and enjoy what you enjoy” lol. A lot of the BBU is suspension of disbelief, as is a bunch of whump (honestly, most regular people wouldn’t survive the things we put our characters through on a regular basis, I don’t think...)

That being said, I love discussing this, so I will give my own two cents on your questions xD

1)

What happened? That’s where most of the suspension of disbelief comes from. Since this is a sandbox universe, I’m sure some creators might have gone and written a whole cohesive history, but mostly we just go with the very basic “the world got more fucked up”. I don’t know, capitalism got worse? Who knows...

What the fuck are whumpers doing for work? Ok, from the amount of stories I know that’s the impression, but actually box boys/babes/buddies aren’t THAT common. In most stories, they’re around, everyone is aware of them, and such, but they’re very much a rich people thing. There are a couple writters who did their universe in a way where well-off middle-class people can get a pet,but that’s still not the majority of people. Most of the time it makes sense. When it doesn’t, once again: suspension ofdisbelief.

“Think of the children!!” No seriously think of the children. About the kidnapping, once again, since it makes for good whump the stories we have make it seem a lot more common than it actually is lol. Most of the BBU writers I interact with have universes where people very much do sign up “willingly” (I put that on quotes because there’s a heavy dose of manipulation, coercion, and situational lack of choice that may be going on) and actual abductions are only a small percentage of the people who become pets. The companies wouldn’t be able to stand as “good companies” in the eyes of the public otherwise.  Now, in relation to the impact that a society with human pets has on the development of children... Well, let’s just say human kind has had some very bad periods in it’s history and there’s still very bad shit happening in many places... The children and see what society however it is.

From the stories I’ve seen so far, possession of a whumpee is free for all. Yeah, no... I haven’t seen any stories where that’s the case. Pets in the BBU are products, once you buy them, you own them. If an owner abandons a pet, they may be taken back by the company, or maybe someone else might try getting them second-hand, but anything that isn’t done by the proper channels and that doesn’t transfer ownership would be considered stealing in any of the universes I’ve read (and those were A LOT)

IK it’s stupid to talk about human rights when talking about Whump. But seriously, WTH is happening with human rights??? There is actually!! Once again, I can only speak for the universes I read and they aren’t exactly human right since pets aren’t technically “people” anymore but the same way you can’t mistreat your animal pets, in theory, you shouldn’t mistreat your human pets either. The issue there is the fact that “discipline” is allowed and encouraged and the line can get quite blurred on what is acceptable, and also the fact that the pets are heavily conditioned not to talk ill against their owners, so they're not likely to be reported. But if someone DOES believe you are mistreating a pet and DOES report your, you could get in trouble. Kinda like abusive parents.

Is there websites to get a whumpee? Most BBU universes have WRU as it’s primary company. The whole sandbox came from a joke originally, but the name stuck, and now more often than not WRU is either a multinational company selling pets around the world or just the largest company in the US, depending on the writer.

2.) That’s your prerrogative. Like I said, you absolutely don’t have to be proven wrong or start liking it. For me, the fact that it’s so widespread and socially accepted is what makes it horrific. I am edlessly fascinated by this universe and the various different ways writers interpret it, but to each their own, there’s plenty of popular whump tropes out there that I don’t enjoy.

Preface: I’m really new to whump and I know nothing about this. I’m willing to be proved wrong on all the point that I will make, just please be kind

Ok, now that’s over with, I’d like to say, that I don’t really understand the appeal of the ‘boy boxed universe’.

I talked about it with my bf earlier, and I’ve got several bones to pick:

1.) Logistically in a world building setting it doesn’t make sense. There would have to be a BIG societal leap to having human pets normalized. There’s prob works that show these big changes, but from the stories I’ve seen so far I haven’t seen them.

What happened? Why did keeping a human pet become a societal norm in universe? Is this a recent event, or were people just doing this since we started living in caves?

What the fuck are whumpers doing for work??? How do they have all this extra money to feed a lil guy in their home?? That’s a lot of money, it’s like raising a kid. And that’s on top of torture equipment. I just KNOW the economy is fucked because of this. I don’t know a lot about economy stuff, but Im not sure how half the labor force being kept in cages is helping money problems

“Think of the children!!” No seriously think of the children. They are living in a world where it’s normalized to be kidnapped. Their options are to be kept inside their whole lives or be taken by creeps. Do parents just not love their children in this universe, do they sell them off at a young age?? If they are kept inside their whole lives, doesn’t that emotionally stunt them? Is this what fuels the in-universe normalized whump fire? Children growing up emotionally stunted and not knowing how to regulate their feelings, resulting in adults who torture people?? That makes sense. but seriously, do parents go out to the mall with their family and see a dude on a leash being dragged by another dude?

From the stories I’ve seen so far, possession of a whumpee is free for all. If you steal them from someone, they are yours now. That doesn’t make sense?? If society is gonna run like this and STILL have a system of justice, an ownership system has to be established. You’ve kidnapped your whumpee, now you have to register them and fill out paperwork to the IRS about tax deductibles.

Feel free to skip this part, IK it’s stupid to talk about human rights when talking about Whump. But seriously, WTH is happening with human rights???? Not EVERYONE is going to whip their pet on a daily basis, and it’s gonna freak someone out each time they see someone walking around with burned skin, or barbed wire, ect. Is some of the abuses that occur looked on in disgust? Is there a law system saying you can’t do certain things to your pet? If this thing is a recent event, is there people who are vehemently against it? Is there a group of caretakers that provide safe havens? HOW normalized is this? Does everyone have a pet or is it just an occasional practice? If basic human rights are being ignored, what’s happening to lgbt rights? Women’s rights? Racial rights?

Is there websites to get a whumpee? Is this more like Facebook market place or Tinder? Can you match with your whumpee, and if so does whumpee consent to this or no. Do they list themselves or does someone else do it for them

2.) Idk Im just not a big fan of it. I’m willing to be proved wrong, but normalization of human pets kinda bores me. As my bf said, it removes the horror of the situation. Kidnapping someone should be a deeply terrifying practice, and if it’s widespread it loses the fun. Plus, I like the stories where torture is an intimate thing. It’s no fun if you are being tortured by a regular shmo, it needs to be someone who’s unhealthily obsessed with you and wants to forcefully explore limits

Yea idk, willing to be proved wrong, and please feel free to send me works that explore these world building things!!

[hells-wells]

Don't Blame The Movies 7

Chapter 7

1996 Following the attack, Everyone has an opinion, feeling everyone's eyes on you, how can you feel safe?

Billy X Reader, Stu X Reader, Billy X Stu X Reader.......... ****Horny? Blue balls? Teasing? XD I guess they are warnings.

Sidney sat beside you, waiting for the others to join you both at the fountain, you watched as she dragged her feet back and forth, seemingly deep in thought "Do you want to stay at my place tonight?"

You appreciated the thought "I should be fine" sitting closer to Sidney she whispered, "What if he calls again!" Chewing your bottom gum "I promise if he calls again, I'll call the police -" She continued to eye you “Or comes back, y/n, a sleepover with me or at Tatums” she begged.

You smiled “I’ll think about it but my mom should be home tonight.”

Tatum lightly ran up to you both, Stu and Randy behind her "Did you ask her?"

Sidney nodded grimly, Tatum staring straight at you "You better have said yes." she warned, taking the spot next to Sidney.

Stu took the spot next to you "Said yes to what?" looking between everyone, Randy sitting on the end with Tatum.

"To staying at Sid's or at my place tonight."

“Shit, I’d offer my place but it’s a full house tonight.” wrapping his arm around your shoulders bringing you in closer, so only you could hear “On second thought, might not be a bad idea, one big bed.” Rolling your eyes “I'm sure.”  you sarcastically replied.

“It’s the smartest option, you’ve already been attacked once” Randy mumbled out.

“What do you say? Y/n, it’s better to be safe.” Tatum’s voice got both your and Stu’s attention, she looked at you both, annoyed by the fact neither of you were listening “To sleeping over, ring a bell?”

“Sorry, I’ll be fine, my mom’s coming home today.”

“That’s great but no offence, she’s not exactly reliable.”

“Ouch, harsh babe.”

Billy appeared, his eyes landing on Stu’s arms, forcing himself between you and Sidney “What’s harsh?” You listened as Randy filled him in. 

“It’s the truth, look, y/n, you don’t know for sure if she’s going to be there,

so pack a bag.” Tatum unapologetically protested.

“She has a point.” Sidney joined in “Your mom is barely around.” You shrunk back, focusing your eyes on the ground.

Just stop….

You knew it came from a good place but having them throw it in your face upset you “Back off.” Billy’s voice cut through, sending everyone silent “She clearly doesn’t want this conversation.” Tatum rolled her eyes, ignoring his comment “Screw that, we all know she doesn’t like asking for help and normally I’d get that but not after last night.” She turned her gaze towards you “So suck it up and let us help.” Billy glared back “Tatum’s right, we all know you can deal but it would make us feel better, ok, y/n?” Sidney’s voice was filled with fear. You sat there for a moment, taking it all in, “It’s a strange world when I agree with her'' Randy motioned towards Tatum “But she’s not wrong, from what you told us about it, it’s odd he didn’t kill you.” You continued chewing your gum “Not from a lack of trying!” Tatum interrupted “Not from what I heard, I haven’t figured it out yet, but I will.” Randy sat there in deep thought. “I swear, you better not end up like Casey or I’ll be pissed.” Tatum mused, earning a small chuckle from Stu, still wishing for this conversation to be over, the bell rang out, you’ve never been more thankful for the bell, grabbing your bag and practically running for class, leaving your friends behind.

You never thought you’d be happy for gym, it’s the one class you had alone, normally it sucked but after today you were happy to space out while walking down towards the field trailing behind the other girls. Passing the bleachers lost in thought

That voice…. I know that voice. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin when someone pulled you under, tripping over your feet and falling into someone’s chest.

You yelled out “Billy?!” and was met with an annoyed glare as he covered your mouth “Sssh, geez, have a heart attack.” He removed his hand, a small smile tugged at his lips, you noticed he was looking down. It took you a minute to realise he could see down your cami, feeling your face heat up you stepped back “What is wrong with you?” You hissed out, he looked around making sure no one heard you yell “Just making sure you’re ok, you bolted off.” Huffing, you crossed your arms “I’m fine.” Billy let out a small laugh as he leaned in closer “Liar, know how I know?” you shook your head, lowering your arms “Your nose does this little wiggle when you lie” he booped your nose “always has. So, wanna try that again?” It was annoying that he and Stu knew you so well sometimes “I just wanted to leave, I know they meant well but it was starting to piss me off…” He continued to watch you “For someone who will jump in and fight for their friends, you sure have a hard time standing up for yourself.” His hand traced your neck, catching you off guard “Can’t even tell” He commented, mostly to himself “Tatum did a good job” You awkwardly repiled, feeling his thumb tracing over the side of your neck, where it hurt the most “You shouldn’t cover it” His raspy voice whispered out keeping a hand on your neck, the other one found its way and rested on your waist. If you were being honest with yourself, you liked feeling his hands on your body and wanted to feel his against yours badly. “Want me to come over and check if the place is safe after school?” he asked, stepping closer, his body pressed against yours. 

“This a private party or can I join?” Stu’s voice surprised you both, jumping apart quickly, you were silent, watching Billy’s eyes turn dark as he glared back at Stu. You went to leave but Stu grabbed your waist, pulling you into his body “where are you going?'' he laughed out, wrapping his arms around you tighter. “I- '' Before you could say anything else, Billy came in closer, his eyes still on Stu “Shouldn’t you be in class dickbag?” he hissed out. “I could ask you guys the same thing.” You went to move again but his arms kept you in place “Easy princess.” he nuzzled into your neck “Instead of keeping her to yourself how about WE both check out her place?” Tension filled the air as they continued to stare each other down, you could have sworn they were going to fight, Billy clicked his tongue “I guess, we can cover more ground that way” he moved in closer again “The more hands the better” you watched as his fingers traced down your neck, down your collar bone, slipping his fingers under your top strap, grazing slowing down. “Bow chicka wow wow, I’m in” Stu teased as his hands moved up and rested on your ribs, lightly touching your breasts.

What the fuuuuuck is happening right now?

Billy closed what remaining space was left, his lips hovered over yours when the sound of sticks breaking caused you all to look behind Stu only to find Miss Nancy, the gym teacher, if there was a moment you wished for death this was it. 

“Shouldn’t you three be in class?”  Her stern voice slashed through the air, Stu nervously let you go and chuckled “Ah, we were on our way” 

“Ah-huh.” She didn’t believe a word “Y/n, field, now” her green eyes watched you as you nervously walked past her, you didn’t stop until you were further down, turning around and watched as she had words with the guys. 

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Still hidden under the bleachers, Stu silently watched as Billy paced back and forth. “That fucking bitch, she’s lucky I don’t have my knife” Billy spat out as he continued to pace “Hey man, calm down, someone might hear” Billy stopped dead in his tracks, slowly turning to face Stu “What were you even doing here?!” Stu backed up a little “Wh-what?” Billy came up on him quickly, grabbing the back of his neck hard, pulling him down “Did I stutter? Why. Did. You. Follow. Me?” 

Stu felt his temper starting to flare “I want her as much as you do!” he spat “And besides, y/n didn’t seem to mind” he watched as Billy’s grin spread across his face “No, she didn’t but it wasn’t you she went to kiss.”

Stu laughed “Yeah? At least now we’re even, feel’n her up last night wasn’t part of the plan.” 

Next Chapter

[sashi-ya]

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My baby!!! Of course darling, I hope you enjoy this little scenario of the next King I wrote just for you. Please enjoy and thank u so so so much for all of your support! Love u lots!! 💖💖💖

🔥NSFW~ Monkey D. Luffy x F! Reader ~ Goodnight Kisses

Tw: Masturbation. Semi public. Squirting. Canon Au.

Wc: 1005

After some random adventure, one night at the middle of the Grand Line on the Thousand Sunny Go…

“GOOODNIGHT!!”, “Sleep well!!”, “Oii, Luffy don’t crush me!!”, “Night Luffy!”... As a fact, Luffy kisses every nakama goodnight, each night since the very first time they joined the crew. He gives everybody a kiss on the cheek or the forehead, and with you it is not a difference. Yet, he does it at last. The captain wants you to be on your cot already snuggled up on your sheets before him kissing you goodnight.

“Aaah… what a day!” he shouts, stretching his arms and coming to kiss you. Luffy bends towards you and caresses your cheek with his hand. “Goodnight, (name)” he tells you and plants a sweet kiss on the commissure of your mouth. You smile subtly, cheeks burning hot. No nakama knows about you two, not yet. Not that Luffy doesn’t want the others to know, but he respects your decision of still not making your relationship public… “Can I sleep with you tonight?” he whispers. “Here? Now?” you ask. “When everybody is sleeping, I’m on guard tonight”. “Ok…” you say, a little embarrassed but excited.

You patiently wait for everybody to fall asleep, and even if you were excited you are as exhausted as everyone else and couldn’t stay awake any longer…

“Oi, (Name)” the sweet gum gum boy’s voice wakes you up. He is next to you, already hugging you in bed. “Sorry, Luffy I fell asleep” you say, rubbing your eyes and nuzzling on the scar of his chest. “It’s ok, you were exhausted” he whispers, tracing circles with his hands on your back. There isn’t a better feeling than to be in Luffy's arms. You feel secure, loved, protected. Like nothing could go wrong.

He kisses the crown of your head and holds you even closer. So close you could feel something hard pressing on your lower belly. “L-Luffy?” you ask, all embarrassed. “Hm?”. “Are you… are you using a belt or something hard?”.

“Not a belt, babe…” he giggles.

Your cheeks are once again burning. Your cheeks, your nose, the tip of your ears. Luffy is feeling playful tonight, and you know exactly what that means.

Suddenly one of his hands lifts your leg up, making your thigh rest over his hip. “A better access…” he mumbles. You widen your eyes, still pressing your nose over his chest. He smells so good, so sexy and manly.

“Can I?” he asks for your permission, with a finger already lifting the elastic of your pajama short. “Y-yes… but, what if they hear us?” you ask, really concerned about the proximity of your other nakamas. “They won’t wake up unless you make a bunch of noise… plus I’m sure Zoro and Sanji will wake up fighting and no one will notice us” he says. And he is actually right, for some reason Sanji ends up always sleeping over Zoro and every morning they wake up screaming.

Luffy passes his hand all inside your shorts, his fingers playfully search for your core entrance guided by the increasing wetness of your panties. “(Name)… were you dreaming of me? You are soaking wet” he murmurs in your ear. “Maybe…” you say, giggling. And before you could say anything else, his index spots your clit and goes up and down, so slow yet so perfect. He alternates circles and pressing. His lips over yours, both breathing into each other's mouths.

“Shh…” he says, smiling with your lips still pressed. You try to lower your moans, praying they won’t wake the others up. But it���s so damn difficult because your lover sneaks two of his fingers inside your entrance. “L-Lu…” you sigh. “Let me… do this…” he says, struggling to take your shorts off. You cover both of you with the sheets up until your heads, creating a little tent of lust to hide.

The future pirate king kisses your neck, bites, and licks your skin. “You taste so good…” he mumbles, and his finger motions increase in speed. In and out he goes, touching your special spot, making you squirm in bed. And it’s almost impossible for you to stay quiet… you moan, louder this time. Luffy instantly covers your mouth with his hand. “Babe… shh” he whispers, and laughs as his fingers go deep, so deep inside you. You nod, completely lost into the pleasure his fingers produce on your core.

“I’m sorry but tomorrow you will have to clean your sheets…shi shi shi” he says and settles over you. “Wha… what?”.

“Spread” he commands, almost mouthing the order. You are burning, burning, and sweating. He is too. The sheets make his black hair all ruffled. One of his strong, muscular arm on the side of your head. Beads of sweat falling over your chest, sloppy eyelids, half spread lips. You fix your eyes on his as he uses a heavenly beckoning motion with his middle and ring finger inside you.

Turning your head to the side, you choose to bite the pillow as you reach climax. And you do it losing complete control of your body, a pressure inside releases with your orgasm as Luffy presses your lower belly. You could feel how the tips of his fingers touch the palm of his other hand and the inevitable consequence of it. You bathe your lover’s forearm with your arousal juices. Honey dripping womb, honey that Luffy feels proud to receive.

He instantly takes his fingers off and pounces back into you. All of his body weight falls over yours and mutes your last moans by sealing your lips with his lips. “That was intense, you squirted so much. Shi shi shi” he giggles, and licks his fingers clean of your juices. “Delicious”.

You can help but cover your eyes with your hands. Blushed as hell, completely embarrassed by such an intense body reaction… you have made everything get damped. “Why are you ashamed, (Name)?”. “Luuuuffy….” you moan, sheepishly.

“(Name) come on, quit the shame. I’m not over with you, you know?...”

[wakemeupfrommyslumber]

I JUST FINISHED TIMELESS AND I'M AAAA

It is going to be a huge text, so I will just highlight some points to the people who don't want to read it all. If you don't want to read everything just search for paragraphs like this

So, basically, I started watching timeless when it first aired in 2017. I passed trough the cancelling drama and stuff, but ended up not watching the second season because I was too busy for that.

Now, five years later, I have finally got my hands onto a streaming that has Timeless (I'm not from USA, so this took a while) and was ready to watch it. I finished everything in like three days and I'm just... a.

There's a lot of things that I think that happened just because they couldn't explore the plot well in 90 minutes. These thing's I'll highlight in green.

About Wyatt, Lyatt and Jessica

I actually liked Lyatt in the first season and the Hollywood episode was pretty nice. It was clear that they liked each other, and even though It wasn't mega exciting, I was happy for them. But then Jessica happened...

Wyatt was nice in the first season, but in the second one I think the writers tried really hard to make him despicable AND MANAGED TO DO IT.

I didn't hate him, but he was clearly dumb, selfish and the things that Jessica said about their marriage were never prooved to be wrong, so he was also explosive and dangerous. I was actually waiting for the series to reveal that he wasn't that cheating drunk man that Jessica portrayed, but it never did it.

Just look at how he punched Lucy! It was without intentions, but he couldn't control himself when she came closer! Man...

I think Jessica was really pregnant, but they didn't have time to explore it in the short season's finale so they just gave that terrible and quick excuse.

Like:

- Hey, what about that baby that would cause a big trouble or at least a really sad scene of Wyatt discovering that he was being fooled? - Oh, just make future Wyatt tell it was a lie in one line.

C'mon guys!!! The way the series portrayed before S02x11, Jessica actually really loved Wyatt and it was going to be a big problem for Rittenhouse in the future.

I understand that, just like Wyatt said, his situation was without precedents (usually your dead wife doesn't come back from the dead XD), BUT he was still acting terrible. Just like my babe Flynn said: Lucy is not your wife, the blonde girl is.

I can fully understand Wyatt and still despise him so much, it is just hard.

About Garcia Flynn and Garcy

First, I have to say that I have always loved Garcia Flynn. I watched the first season a long time ago so I couldn't remember exactly why, but it didn't take too long until I had fallen in love with him all over again.

Garcia is just charming, smart, funny and even though it concerns me, I felt completely in love with him everytime he punched a bad guy. This man is just... wow.

I have always tought that he and Lucy where just friends, really. I thought that he only admired her for who she was and for helping him (even though we didn't know how at the beggining) to revenge his family.

But man... It all started when Jessica came back. The way Flynn waited until she was clearly single to make a move on her... Not only smart, but so cute!

As they were always next to eachother we were able to see the way he looked at her... just... so sweetly. He knew her from the diary and started admiring her by that, but I believe that as soon as he started to know the person behind those writings it just was impossible not to fall in love.

That moment between them in the Chinatown episode I went just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA When she read about the kiss in the Titanic also, man! My heart even started racing! He takes care of her and knows how to do it, it was so obvious that he was in love and I just- I JUST CAN'T DEAL WITH IT.

She started to look for him, to trust him and actually pay attention on him in a romantic way...

They have only killed Flynn because he was a HUGE loose end. In a universe where Flynn exists Lucy would never end up with Wyatt.

His chemistry with Lucy was CLEAR and only growing every episode.

The way he was always there for her, the way their friendship was growing and revealing to be way more than that... Lyatt could never.

Lyatt was obvious and quick, something that I could have easily accepted to watch ending. Garcy was being built carefully with a good foundation. It was suposed to be Flynn with Lucy in the end.

Other points

It is also sad how Jiya's powers were just ignored in the last episode. I think that time related powers would have probably become a thing in the series and generate a lot of plot for us.

Timeless, in my point of view, could have been here with us for at least two more seasons.

I feel sad about how it was cancelled. I don't think it was a 10/10 series, but I still had a emotional conection with it and its characters. I almost cried when Rufus died and I didn't even knew that I loved him this much.

Lucy also decided out of nowhere not to save her sister because this was ALSO a loose end. I believe that her sister could have been a new villain.

And her father just giving up on Rittenhouse like this? A big no for me. It just happened for the series finale. We have already learned that people in Rittenhouse struggle a lot to get out.

Emma wasn't that weak to die so quickly and had already proofed herself to be actually dangerous. She KILLED the head of the Rittenhouse and people did nothing out of FEAR.

About characters

Jiya Marri was awesome with her powers and inteligence. I was completely OMGOMGOMGOMG when she ran away from Rittenhouse!

Rufus Carlin was cute, even though I have found him annoying sometimes.

As I said, I can't even remember why I did like Wyatt Logan in the first season.

Garcia Flynn will haunt my dreams just as Lorenzo from TVD has done (literally, I dreamt about him for weeks). I think that it is becoming too common for me to fall for european bad guys and I need to find my own XD

I can't believe how I started to like Lucy Preston. One of the saddest things in the series ending is that I won't be able to see more of her.

In the end, after 40 minutes writing, I just have to say that I enjoyed Timeless and it is really sad that it just has 2 seasons.

I give it a 8/10 for making me love the characters, even though i think that some dialogue lines where a little bit cheesy.

Thank you, Timeless, for everything that you provided to us.

~Especially Flynn~