#because I just can't sleep nearly at all. because of how terrified i am.

[featherymainffins]

Yule log. Yule log save me.

[dark-konohagakure2]

obito and pain getting horny for not having sex n stimulation for so long so they decided to tagteam n hunt for some young civillian girl until they stumbled across y/n, and literally just breed tf out of her in that place right there. because they were so horny and cant just hold back anymore. plus if they decided that reader is good enough to end up being their breeding sow so they decided to keep her n just keep using her...

tw: noncon, breeding, threesome, double penetration, size difference, kidnapping, misogyny, degradation

All characters depicted are 18+

Being the two most important people in the Akatsuki, Obito and Pain will sometimes go on extremely important missions together, and both men are very repressed and pent up, having no time or opportunities to sleep with anyone, and on this particular mission both of the usually stoic men are so pent up that they need to find a wet hole to fill immediately.

Pain isn't as open about his aroused state as Obito is, but both men are equally needy due to a lack of any sexual activity for ages now, so when the two of them catch sight of a young female civilian walking on her own through the same woods they are in, they know that they've found the perfect receptacle for their seed.

It's almost trivial in how easy it is for them to get their hands on her, Pain will use his Universal Pull to force her towards them, and Obito doesn't even need to use his Wood Style to hold her down, his and Pain's raw physical strength alone is enough to keep her in place.

Obito won't even bother to use his Tobi facade, he's too horny for any of that fake bullshit, instead he'll hold her down along with Pain and fumbling his dick out of his pants as he lets the poor and terrified girl know exactly what she's in for.

"St-Stop your squirming, bitch! Can't you see how hard I am?! I need this! So be a good girl and spread those legs!"

Just the Uchiha's cock alone is enough to stretch out the girl's hole and make her feel overwhelmingly full, but when Pain pushes himself into her too, it's nearly enough to break the young lady both physically and mentally from the sensation of two much bigger and stronger men inside of her.

Neither of the two men feel the need to restrain themselves with her, or god forbid be gentle. Both Pain and Obito only care about getting their rocks off and filling a wet hole with their cum. Obito is especially rude, spitting curses and vile insults at her, While Pain is more cold towards her, treating her like a worm that he'd even deign to touch with his godly hands.

Since they're both insanely pent up, they'll cum very often and quickly, and they'll do it inside of her each time, filling her up to the brim with their cocks and cum as they use her as their own breeding toy without any regard for what she has to say on the matter.

Once they're done filling her up and using her, they don't want to risk her telling anybody about who they are or what they did to her, so they decide to keep her to themselves for future use for the foreseeable future.

"There's no use fighting it anymore, little one. You belong to the Akatsuki now, and you'd do well to learn your place quickly..."

The Akatsuki leaders are glad that they found such a perfect set of holes to keep as their organization's own cumdumpster, and they have no intention of giving up such a useful and morale boosting asset anytime soon.

[middlingmay]

So I rewatched Elvis and have we done canon-ish era music star Gale yet?

Gale has terrible stage fright, but music was an escape for him growing up. The ethereal beauty in the voices of Billie Holiday and Eartha Kitt. The sweet crooning of the Ink Spots and Ella Fitzgerald (ol' blue eyes Frankie Sinatra could only dream), the visceral, soulful sounds of B. B. King that reached into a fella and just yanked at that something under the naval and made him have to move with it...

Mother told him he had a good voice all his life. But the idea of getting on a stage terrified him, that he thought it was never going to happen. Until it did.

He vomited before hand an alarming number of times. But as soon as the lights went down and the band started up Gale floated away, and King Cleven took his place.

Gale could never nearly remember any of it afterwards, no matter how often he went up there. Something just came over him whenever he got on stage.

So maybe he goes overseas to entertain the troops. He knows they prefer the female acts - the singers, dancers, comediennes and the like - but his songs had made it on the radio and everyone was having a good time. Some of the fellas had demanded that he teach them how to dance like that and all he can say is,

"Hell. I don't even know how I dance like that. How the hell am I supposed to teach you?"

He feels eyes on him. When he's on stage one of the men in particular watches him. Not his performance. Not his wild, uncouth dancing. Him.

After, when most of the fellas have crowded closer to the stage, that same fella joins him at the bar. Wide shoulders. Curly hair. Thin moustache. Thick neck to match his waist.

A Major, his uniform betrays him.

He looks at Gale. In a way he'll never become accustomed to getting looked at. It always makes him uncomfortable and defensive and peevish.

But for once, he wants to look back, at this man who slowly grins and spreads his legs cocky like when he takes the stool next to Gale.

Or! Maybe it's post-war and John is feeling listless after the army. He seeks out every good time he can possibly find and none of it does anything to quieten his head, help him sleep, calm his heart, or fill the rotting, crumbling core of him.

He hears of a show for this new up and comer making all kinds of waves, good and bad. Dancing in ways that offends folks but singing like he has both heaven and hell in him. John can't resist seeing it for himself. Music is his biggest joy and is the one thing the war didn't take from him.

A friend points the fella out when they're buying drinks. John watches him smile at the people vying for his attention and can see the sharpness. He tosses a frankly terrible wink that people seem to love, but John can read the darkness swirl behind his eyes - that of a cornered man. He looks calm and suave and composed, but John can see the tremor in his leg and the nervous twitch of his hand.

What a strange mix of contradictions is Gale "King" Cleven.

On stage, he transforms into something else entirely. He's all soft melody and belting vocals, rasping and crooning in turn. He's wild hip swings and loose hands and feet that can't stop moving.

He's hypnotic. Erotic. And every person man or woman at that show wants at least some small piece of him after watching him perform.

But it's John he sends that shitty wink to every time he catches him looking.

John has to go for a smoke afterwards. He feels like he's just experienced something transformative. Like there was John before this and John after this.

Except, fuck him and his life, because Gale Cleven pours himself out into the alley after him, shaking and laughing lowly to himself, until he catches sight of John and freezes.

John winks at him this time. And Christ Almighty a man who has spent most of his night feeding the fantasies of the masses with his gyrating, blushes. Cute as a button. Demures, even. And John is in a whole hell of a lot of trouble.

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

CERTIFIED ROBO FUCKER HERE, HAND OVER THE YESMAN NSFW HEADCANONS

I AM SLOWLY SLIDING THE HEADCANONS ACROSS THE TABLE, ANON.

Also, it's very funny to me how seemingly every robot fucker who played New Vegas (me included) heard him mention that update at the end and thought "Well, House was a horndog, so I bet there's some freaky shit in those files..."

Obviously we don't fuck Yes Man before he has the ability to say 'no' to anyone...

Yes Man (Fallout: New Vegas) NSFW Headcanons

Prone to faking or exaggerating "injuries" or glitches that require repair jobs to get you to touch and baby him. He spends a lot of his own time and energy doing things for others, keeping them happy and taking care of them. I'd like to think he would really appreciate that same energy being turned towards him...but I don't think he would like the idea of being candid about it, so he may feel the need to "trick" you into giving him what he needs. Getting to feel your bare hands on his most delicate components, in the most intimate parts of his body (regardless of which form) is such a thrill for him, and it makes him feel so connected to you. Mysteriously only ever wants you to help him and doesn't believe anyone thinks anything of it. He's so embarrassed the first time you really call him out on it that he nearly reboots from the stress.

If you fucked Benny, he's actually pretty jealous about it. He doesn't fully grasp that that's what he's feeling, at least for a good while; all he really knows is that when he thinks about you being with the former Boot Rider, when he remembers the sounds you made and the way you talked to him, he gets Upset™️. Granted, he has no love for the man who only planned to push him around and use him as a tool from the very beginning, so he may mistake his jealousy for pure dislike of Benny. However, he feels the same gross feeling any time he sees you getting a little too close with anyone. You'll notice a sharp increase in him suddenly appearing to interrupt your conversations, popping in on screens and over speakers to call you away from anyone trying too hard to gain your attention.

Quite the little voyeur; there are cameras everywhere along The Strip, inside and outside, and he devotes a consistent amount of processing power to tracking your whereabouts and making sure you're okay. It starts out as a way to soothe his own worries (and curiosities) when you're out and about alone, but quickly the curiosity takes over and morphs into a sort of obsession. He really likes you, and he wants to know everything about you. How else is he supposed to make you happy? Tries his hardest to hide how often he watches you, but he's not good at not outing himself, and eventually the two of you will be due for a chat about what you find appropriate, even if you find the idea of him watching you in some places kinda sexy. He will agree to your terms...and largely go about watching you the way he was before, because how can he help if you just so happen to walk by the cameras? Gets quite a thrill from watching you bathe, sleep. Doesn't mention that he watches you in the bathroom because he doesn't want you to tell him that he can't anymore.

Securitrons don't have penises, of course, but that won't stop him from further modifying himself if doing so will make you happy. He's a little insecure about his physical "body", so anything that'll give him the feeling that he can satisfy you without being human is just grand to him. As in all things, he's eager to please. You want parts of him to vibrate more strongly so that you can grind yourself against him until you cum? Say no more. Wish he had an actual cock? He'll figure out how to jerryrig one...just make sure you clarify what your size limit is, because he'll rock up with a literal second leg crafted from metal and silicon and then be confused as to why you're terrified of it.

Finds it rather difficult to fuck you himself; his Securitron body's "hips" are tough to articulate, and he often feels like he's failing to penetrate you properly or like he's jackhammering you within an inch of your life. You insist that you like the jackhammering (most of the time), but he still develops quite the fondness for letting you climb in his lap and ride him. Granted, the only place he's really effectively able to "lay down" or "sit" is the floor, but the two of you make it work. He loves the way you cling to him and sigh his name as you come apart. If you want it from behind with Yes Man, you're either going to have to do reverse cowgirl or get on your hands and knees and just throw it back at him while he stands next to the bed. It makes him feel bad when you have to put in that much effort, but he'll do it if that's what makes you cum.

[willowser]

hi hi willow!!!!!!!!!!! (<- absolutely not in pain whatsoever)....... i am just wondering if..... uh.... u have imagined a reason for the breakup yet? i'd love to know why you think bakugo would ever break up with you. heh heh. hah. :D (i am crying)

here are the things you don't know—yet, at this point in time after the breakup.

two weeks before, dynamight gets into an ugly argument with a civilian. over something stupid, probably; she's drunk and not listening to a word the hero is telling her, stumbling around in public and taking her shoes off and shoving at him when he tries to corral her from getting into another fistfight in the street.

it's just—bad. looks bad. before anything productive can happen, a few of her friends are stumbling out and screaming at him, too, for being a cocky asshole and putting their phones in his face and recording him and maybe he says something he shouldn't—not something terrible, just something that sounds extra bad when a group of young women are screaming and angry at you—and it gets blasted all over the internet.

two weeks before, dynamight gets dragged in the paper. for being a jerk. for being such an asshole. remember when he nearly collapsed that building last month, during that fight? so careless. and he's never friendly when anyone comes up to him on the street, either in uniform or not. is more likely to brush someone away than stop and take a picture. in high school he was a little brat, too, with the way he spoke to his peers and didn't know respect if it slapped him in the face.

his poor partner. must be miserable to be with him all the time. they deserve better.

and if they know how he is? and how he acts to the people he's supposed to take care of? well, they must condone that kind of behavior, no? they're okay with him acting like that in public? what kind of morals do they have, anyway?

the other thing you don't know yet is that katsuki has been working every day. two shifts, sometimes, to the point that there's little more he does than eat and sleep and be dynamight. there's no free time. if any tries to make an appearance in his schedule—he's filling it with something, anything; going hiking, working out, cooking dinner for his shithead friends, not being at home.

whatever he's doing, he's not being at home.

yes, he got rid of everything he could that belonged to you. because he couldn't stand to look at it and know you weren't going to use it in his house again. can't stand it. refuses to, actually. is only putting one foot in front of the other, every day, and not really thinking about that weird, awful weight sitting in his gut, that feels dark and terrifying. he can't think about it. he's not bad at avoiding those kind of thoughts—he's done it before and he'll do it again.

and lastly—he's a fucking idiot.

[saskiahaggens]

Can you write something about Jimmy x Reader? 👉🏼👈🏼

Of course I can, but I have to tell you that I dislike it… I'll most likely edit it later.

Most of you have probably noticed that I haven't uploaded anything in a long time. So, as a quick update, I by now am legally allowed to drive and I started my last year of school. I'm not sure how much I can upload, because our school year is quite short, but I will do my best to respond to all of the requests as soon as possible. Please accept my apologies for the long speech. I love you all for the appreciation. I wish you luck for school an work.

I Survived 50 Hours In America

Masterlist

Pairing: Jimmy x fem!Reader

Warnings: none I guess

Word count: 1586

You weren't thrilled when Jimmy suggested going to Antarctica. It was frosty, very bright owing to the sun, and you wouldn't have a decent bed to sleep in. Obviously, you had to fly there, which you were not delighted about. But Jimmy asked you to come along, and who were you to refuse?

"You okay?" Chandler asked above the rumblings of the plain.

"Could be better. We should've brought hot chocolate."

After you mentioned that, Chandler pulled a sorrowful expression. You should have thought about it sooner.

Jimmy was on the other side of the plain, working with the others to prepare some great scenes for the video. You weren't assisting since you had your head buried under your jacket, so you couldn't look outside. Normally, you weren't terrified of heights, except when you sat in a plain that didn't appear or seem safe. They wanted to you wait on the plain after Jimmy left so you could get an amazing shot of you and the rest of the group approaching him.

It seemed simple until the guy in front of you stumbled. You weren't able to react quickly enough and fell face first as you stumbled over his foot.

"Gosh, Y/n." Chandler laughed when you landed in front of his feet.

While everyone else was laughing, he was kind enough to pull you up.

"Well, it's safe to say that the snow tastes nothing like vanilla ice cream."

"Is this something people believe?" Jimmy questioned as he tried to remove some snow off of you.

Chris shrugged, "I've never heard of anything like this."

"Whatever. You thought the moon was made of cheese until we were around thirteen," you rolled your eyes, while the others chuckled.

"As amusing as it is, guys." We should get started. Unless you want to be stuck in a blizzard," Jimmy reminded us, and we all groaned.

"I can't wait to freeze to death.", Chandler smiled.

Jimmy gave the pilot a wink and he took off. We started walking shortly after that. Everyone was hauling their sleighs behind them. George happened to be right next to you, chatting about who knows what. The blizzard made him incomprehensible. You attempted to explain it to him, but he didn't understand you either, so you just let him go on. When you arrived at the location for the camp, everyone began to set up their tents.

Some of you almost immediately realized that it was nearly impossible for them to set up a tent in this wind, so some of you began to build a wall to protect the camp from the wind. While it made things a little easier for you, George, Jimmy, and Karl kept assembling the tents.

Regardless of who went where, all of you instantly huddled in them when the blizzard intensified to wait it out, when you were finally done.

Finally, save from the cold wind and the snow flakes which felt like little needles picking your skin, you could take of your googles.

"This was disgusting," you said, referring to your soaked jacket and pants.

"Hopefully this will be over soon. It's rather crowded in here. Get your feet out of my face, Chris." Tareq muttered.

You hadn't realized how close you were to Jimmy, who was also in this tent. Blood shot to your cheeks, but you could at least blame it on the cold.

The tent's walls suddenly began to collapse and landed on you immediately. The air was filled with cursing and the never-ending shifting of the tent's fabric.

You attempted to pull the fabric aside so you would be able to see someone, but it was like trying to get to the short end of a blanked at night, since the wind pushed the fabric back in your face every few seconds. You began to panic, concerned about how hard it was being pressed in your face from time to time.

"Y/n? "Are you okay?"

You spotted Jimmy when the crimson fabric lifted off your head. He must have noticed your fear since he moved closer to you to raise the piece of fabric higher.

"Yeah. This was terrifying. Like a crimson avalanche."

"You told me about your Claustrophobia once. Sorry to bring you into this."

"Don't worry. I-"

"Y/n is scared by Santa Claus?"

"Chris really? They had a moment."

"What are you even talking about, Tareq?", you asked.

"Oh come on. Everybody knows you two are in love."

"Tareq really? Stop it."

"No way, Chris. This frustrates me. It's so clear, I mean. Jimmy spent hours last week reassembling some Oreo's for you since you had a horrible day and he knows you like the with stuff."

"Any friend would have done something like this." Jimmy denied.

"Okay, and how about yesterday? Y/n-"

"Okay! Tareq we get it.",you interfered.

"No, I'd like to know what happened yesterday. It had to be a very significant event for Tareq to snap. This didn't seem possible to me."

"Chris, I swear to god.", you threatened.

You were frightened since Jimmy wasn't speaking, but you were saved by the others just as you were going to glance at him.

"Is everything all right in there?" Karl asked as the entire tent rose up, revealing a beaming Chris, a still unhappy Tareq, and Karl who peered inside.

You grabbed your googles and exited the tent, unable to bear the humiliating experience. Karl worriedly yelled after you, but you quickly made your way around the wall and came to a halt after about three minutes. Maybe you should just go back home and swim. You'd definitely die within the first two or three hours, but this would be truly amazing right now.

You watched the guys from the distance, rebuild the tent, raise the wall, and put the sleighs' belongings in the tents, when Jimmy started walking in your direction.

You were out and about to just walk away further, but you would have to talk to him. For the sake of the others, otherwise this trip would be really difficult for everyone, and you have at least a little privacy right now.

Jimmy sat down next to you and said, "We need to talk."

"I know."

You then remained silent. How can you even begin such a discussion? Just tell him the truth? No, this isn't one of those stereotypical romance novels where one character rants about their feelings only to be interrupted by the other's kiss. This is the real deal.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way.", Jimmy mumbled finally interrupting the silence.

"I somehow knew. Or at least I wished it was."

"So Tareq was right? You like me too?"

"How could I not."

Shortly the silence took over again, but now you were sure, if you won't finally speak up, you could end up ruining more than a potential relationship. "I've liked you for years, but even after finally admitting it to you and myself, I still don't feel relived."

"Probably because how it happened. Tareq deeply apologized . You should speak with him later. It will lift your mood."

"I still can't believe he snapped."

"I'm with you. I had no idea his voice could get this loud."

You laughed, and then there it was. The long-awaited sense of relief.

"Thank you."

Jimmy stared at you, perplexed, but you simply rested your head on his shoulder.

"For being here, for making me laugh or have I ever thanked you for giving me this job?"

"Like, a thousand times." He burst out laughing. "Hey, would you tell me what happened yesterday?"

"Promise you won't find it weird."

"I promise."

"I picked up Tareq. Well, when he got into my car, I had forgotten to change the playlist, and he found my worst secret."

"You love One Direction?"

"That's not what this is about... I think. Well, I have a playlist full of songs you might like or told me about."

"Okay. I don't see a problem."

"I labeled it 'Jimmy <3'"

"To be honest I think's cute. You need to show me when we get back." he laughed.

A bit embarrassed you took a hand full of snow and pushed at in his face.

"Oh, you will regret this."

He tossed some snow in your face and pushed you over. Naturally, you started defending yourself, but after a few minutes of rolling around in the snow, you gave up.

"All right, you've won. Please stop. I have so much snow in my jacked that I'm afraid I'll get frost bite."

Jimmy stopped, looking down at you, before he suddenly leaned down on his forearms, coming closer to your face.

"Oh yeah? Well there is nothing like giving up where I'm from."

You moved in close to kiss him, taking advantage of his proximity. Jimmy kissed you back, and you swapped places without his noticing. Using this new position, you threw some snow in his face and rushed back to your tent, shivering but glad that you finally got to kiss Jimmy, and by looking over your shoulder and seeing him still laying there, you knew this wasn't the last kiss you'd have.

[theultimatenonbinarynerd]

Epic The Musical- The Meme Saga

Introduction

Hello old friends. Sorry I've been inactive, University has been keeping me terribly busy. To make it up to you all I have been compiling a group of memes that'll make you all laugh. I'm not gonna explain the memes I'm just gonna let you all sit with them.

I promise I'll try share more Epic content soon but alas I've been busy trying to finish my Ruthlessness Is A Mercy two shot as I want to put it our there for you Winions. Especially after your support for Eurylochus's God Games that means so much to me.

But here we go enjoy the laughs.

P.s: All Animations Used For The Meme Will Be Credited.

1: Everywhere I Go I See

Epic! Hermes

Every Hermes canonically is just Troy to me that's who I see now, sorry POJ fans.

2: The Red Eyes Won't Leave Me Alone

Can I please have one Fandom where Red Eyes appear and they're actually explained. Also can the red eyes just leave me alone. I don't need sleep I need answers Odysseus became the monster isn't a good enough one for me. 😭

Animations by: ns2dstudios , Drawing_Angie, @vladislav.arthouse, @LTHS.Studio

3: When Poseidon Simps Get Fed

Honestly this one is pretty self explanatory. I personally do not simp for any of the God's but I was feeling a bit woozy in the chest from that close up. Poseidon Simps definitely ate that shot up hard.

Animation By: ns2dstudios

4: My Reaction To Six Hundred Strike Memefied

Even Gwendy said that this scene was exciting to animate. I couldn't help but agree as unfortunately yes Stephen has a banging voice but I have hated this mf since he first showed up at the end of Keep Your Friends Close. Poseidon is so stupidly petty and the worst Father in existence well second to Zeus so I absolutely revelled in his suffering.

Animation By: @ns2dstudios

5: The Fandoms Reaction To The Windbag Being Opened

When I heard Odysseus's noo scream at the end of Charybdis I immediately thought back to my own reaction when the wind bag first got opened. Tbh though we were all Odysseus at that point as we thought well those who had no spoilers that this was the end of his journey. I love Eurylochus but I am never going to forgive him for destroying his only chance of surviving the show.

Animations By: WolfyTheWitch, @gigizetz

6: Mels Cooking With and Without Epic

Basically as a person with adhd I need music to stimulate my focus when cooking and nearly everytime I've blasted epic whilst cooking my food. Since Epic came into my life I've got better at cooking so I thought it'd be a funny meme. It's also a good indicator of how long it's taken me too cook lol.

Epic Cover Art By: artofzwist

7: When Zeus Simps Also Get Fed

Now again I am not a Zeus simp. I was more terrified of Zeus when he went beast mode but you can't tell me there weren't fans absolutely in love with Lukes performance and how Beast Mode Zeus looked. Plus if Poseidon gets a simp meme Zeus gets his own version too.

Animation By: @smoolio

8: Epic Fandom Vs Eurylochus

Oh Eurylochus buddy you do not deserve the hate that the fandom gives you. Honestly the Thunder Saga should be renamed to The Eury Hate Mob Saga. Armando gave such a good performance and yet everyone was just just tearing their teeth into Eury. This me represents that perfectly.

Art by: smoolio

9: Mel Totally Knew About Eury

To explain this is just my own reaction to when Eurylochus confessed. I had no idea and was a little disappointed in him but as a Eury Stan I forgive him and understand all of his actions.

Art By: smoolio, artofzwist

10: God Games Truama

I have no words this meme just came from my grief over what happened to Athena. When that line came up I full on sobbed. I'm never going to be over the end of God Games because of how traumatising it was. Epic fans don't lie I know you cried too.

Art by: El_Crafts, artofzwist

Conclusion

And that was the meme saga. I will absolutely share more epic memes because there's alot in my folder but yeah I thought it'd be fun to share with everyone else instead of just the people on the writing server.

Am I childish? Yes. Will I stop? No.

Honestly I've never had so much fun making memes.

Until next time,

-Melody-

They/Them

[seaemberthesecond]

PLEASE tell me all about your textual support for Aurora/Declan, i am LISTENING 👀🙏🏻

This is heinously late and I'm so sorry for that 😭 but this is one of my FAVOURITE things to think about.

Aurora is such an interesting character to me, particularly in relation to Declan. For all that Ronan spends all of TRC furious that Declan has denied Aurora personhood ("She's nothing without Dad") and trying to keep her awake, it's actually through Declan's eyes that she really comes alive. Ronan's version of his mother is more one-dimensional than Declan's, ironically enough, even though he's the one who supposedly 'loves her more.' It's Declan who's spent his life grappling with the philosophical implications of her dreamt-ness and her replacement of his actual mother (which, in a stunning parenting move by Niall, only he seems to remember) and as a result, his feelings toward her are considerably more complicated than his brothers' and he's the only one who really seems to think deeply about her.

The mystery Aurora is shrouded in for Declan turns her into almost this... sinister figure in his mind. It's like - Niall is this known entity for Declan right? He doesn't think of him in nearly the same lionizing light Ronan does, because he actually knew Niall. He doesn't need to create a mythology around him the way Ronan has. His "hatred" for Niall is not only comparitively straightforward, it's self-aware. He knows exactly what his grievances with his father are and he knows that he doesn't even really hate him.

But with Aurora, he skirts around the thought of her. He can't even look his complicated feelings for her head-on. She's inscrutable to him, and that's kind of terrifying in a psych-thriller kind of way.

There's this unease that he associates with her in the text, that's just not there when he thinks about Niall. He's constantly second-guessing himself when it comes to Aurora re: how much did she know, how real she was etc. In Greywaren, there's this part where he's thinking about when he was sick as a child. And it's fascinating to me because there's this implication there that he didn't feel safe in the house with Aurora until Niall came back. He only relaxes and goes to sleep when Niall comes home. And it adds to this general malaise that Declan associates with Aurora.

I've talked before about how the secrets Declan is forced to keep are an allegory of sexual abuse, and in that light it's kind of damning when you consider that in the Lynch household, the arbiter of secrets is Aurora, not Niall. Throughout the Declan Christmas short, it's Aurora who's reinforcing the importance of secrets, who makes him help her hide them. She's the one who tells Declan that he has to keep Matthew's origin a secret. And in MI, it's Aurora who first tells Ronan that he needs to hide his dreaming and never show his dreams to anyone. So if we're looking at the text through the lens of allegory-for-csa, Aurora's position in the household becomes much more sinister because a lot of the harm that's been done to the kids and particularly Declan is attributable directly to her.

And then there's the fact that all the Ashleys' looked like her - there's something Freudian going on there for sure.

tl;dr while the textual evidence is slim lol it is there if you wanna see it and I am looking with a magnifying glass. Was any of this done with authorial intent? Probably not, but who cares?

And this is where stuff diverts from the text itself and veers more into my spin on things, but everything about Aurora/Declan becomes insanely compelling to me when you think about it in relation to Mor. Mor is the hole inside Aurora. Imagine you're a young woman who was molested her whole life by a family member and now you're out-of-touch with your own emotions and you have this kid and you think you love him with this man and you think you love him too. But you know you're fucking them up, so you and your husband dream a version of you that's perfect. She's the perfect wife and the perfect mother and you've sanded down all the edges and sharp, spiky parts that make you you because you think that's the version of yourself your family deserves and then you leave. But you can't dream anything without putting your pain inside it. So you have this hollow half-woman walking around with a pain inside her she doesn't know how she got and a life she doesn't remember and the only person who seems to have any answers is this kid that she think is her own but is he really? And in her attempt to feel the shape of the hole in her she re-enacts your trauma on your kid.

I am EATING GLASS. The cycles are CYCLING. NO ONE talk to me.

[spookiesmausoleum]

𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

This is a game that has extremely heavy themes, so please be aware of that! There's some things said that are extremely dark within their own context, so discretion is advised. Also obvious dialogue spoilers for the game.

Remember to specify muse for multi-muses!

"I hope this hurts."

"The only thing that's worth than dyin' is not gettin' paid."

"Man. Pony Express bosses really aren't chill at all, huh?"

"C'mon. One look won't hurt."

"How exactly is this group therapy committee planning on getting in there?"

"I nearly corked a kid once!"

"You were goddamn born fully corked!"

"For better or worse I'm captain now. I'll figure it out."

"He doesn't want to keep still anymore."

"What about the pain killers?"

"...You did make it through nursing school right?"

"I'll take care of it."

"Why do you think he did it?"

"Does it matter? What answer would make you feel any better?

"I have to believe our worst moments don't make us monsters, [name]."

"He tried to take us all down with him, [name]."

"As I see it there's two reasons to keep him alive at this point. Guess the important bit is that we all agreed to it. For one reason or another."

"I'm workin'. Blue collar fools can't afford to stop working even when the machine does. Go figure."

"I ain't letting anyone else mess around in there."

"I warned her, but it was in one ear and out the other."

"Then there's that teeny bopper only thinkin' with his downstairs longnose just like my useless kids back home."

"Are we doing the right thing...?"

"...Are you listening?"

"Couldn't sleep again, but I passed the psych eval?"

"I do wish you'd open up a little more, [name]."

"He acts as if I do these things for fun."

"I've known him a long time. He won't try any bullshit with me."

"They can't expect me to work miracles!"

"I don't know what it means, but... it sounds like fun."

"Passed inspection, right? Shouldn't be an issue."

"I take it [name] diagnosed you with "being sane" then?"

"...How are things otherwise? Off the record."

"I like it. We're in control here."

"How come it always feels like you're standing on the edge of a bridge with your feet in cement?"

"Is this enough? Should I just stay here because I've been successful at it?"

"It's terrifying. I think, "Am I figured out? Is this all I'll ever be?" Or do I take the risk and try something new? Even if I'm bad at it."

"Hm. I guess I get it. You've reached the highest rung on this ladder and now you're thinkin' you might be on the wrong ladder altogether. Still a long way down from the top no matter how you look at it... While I'm still climbing and climbing."

"Hey I believe in you! Here. On Earth. Doesn't matter."

"...It's all mouthwash."

"I s'pose we'll smell good at least."

"Guess anyone could get seriously blasted off this stuff."

"Yeah and kill you in the process."

"...Hey. What's wrong?"

"That's all it said on the report from management. We will receive the paycheck for this delivery. I don't know anymore than that."

"...So I guess you got what you wanted. Without the guilt."

"...[name]. If I had known..."

"I can go back to my, how'd you put it? "Struggle of a life.""

"I'm just working on my life being a place I don't have to fucking escape!"

"We're the ones you're trying to escape! Leave the dirt behind now that your boots are clean."

"You just couldn't frame it to yourself in a way that still kept you as the hero."

"Let's have some fucking cake, hmm?"

"Come on. Stop with the noise."

"I know what everyone is thinking. The way they look at me. What can I even say?"

"I hope these make you feel fucking better."

"Take responsibility."

"Sometimes you can only get the subpar stuff. That' what makes the really good stuff, well, good, right?"

"Hey. We all tried to escape. It didn't work for any of us."

"I've thought many times, "Hey is this what peace feels like? And is this good enough?" If I'm being real it certainly isn't the best. So all I can try to do is make my life one I'm not trying to run from all the time."

"Mom found this internship for me. Such a slacker she said."

"I don't know. I just never know what I wanted to be. Never was good at anything."

"We're not done yet, [name]."

"Listen, listen! This is the best part. Aa-waay-oooo!"

"You're a mess, [name]."

"[name] pullin' the plug on the party before it's the last call!"

"you thinking about drinking that too?"

"Honestly, yeah. It'd probably just make me sick. Wouldn't fix anything, as much as I'd like it to."

"...You're not serious."

"Look I've entertained your sentimentality up until now, but I'm actually trying to fix things [name]!"

"...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"...I don't think I understood the pressure you were under before. Fuck. And you tried to tell me."

"Our worst moments don't make us monsters, huh?"

"I'll get us both through this."

"You heard [name]. I wouldn't put it past them to do something extreme right now."

"What would you have done?"

"Anything. Anything. You, the crew, you're all my responsibility."

"I know you'd never give me the gun to protect myself, so the least I can do... is make sure he never gets it either."

"...The bleeding won't stop. Just try to sit still [name]."

"It's alright, [name]. Calm down."

"I though you were dumber than a can of paint, always chewing me ear off about something. Useless ray of goddamn sunshine. Not an ace student, career workhorse or force of ambition. Just a damn good kid trying his best. You coulda taught an old fool like me a lot."

"Why can't any of you give me some time to fucking think!?"

"How do you still not understand? It's over. End of the fuckin' line."

"Take care of it."

"All I ever hear is how great of a leader you are. God, it's so annoying."

"Or this can be remembered as a tragedy. Despite what must have been the best efforts of it's acclaimed captain. The crew never found. No one survived to tell the tale."

"You're standing at the top. Feet in cement. I get it now. Right?"

"[Name], t-tell me you didn't."

"I won't give up on you, even like this, I believe in you. We're going to make it through this."

"I have something to say. So shut the fuck up and listen."

"So I got a collar shirt, a mortgage. Everything that makes a good man."

"I wanted to believe I was never one set-back away from my worst self."

"I've got nothing to hide. I'll face the music. I can see myself for what I am. But you? A cowardly, selfish motherfucker and you can't even see it."

"[Name]. I'm going to fix everything. We're going to make it."

"Fuck you."

"I know what you think of this predicament of yours. Poor you. Caged and misunderstood."

"Shut up. [Name] tried his best. I did too, but he's the better man."

"You really mean all that, huh?"

"I fucked up, but I can make things right."

"You always had my back. I ended up I ended up hurting you even though I was trying to save us."

"It's like you said, together we can fix anything."

[acourtofthought]

"I imagine that if Elain sunk into the depression she did after Graysen's rejection, someone she never had the connection to the way she does Lucien, she's even more terrified at what would become of her if what she's feeling for Lucien also ended poorly."

Lol there's no deep connection between Elain and Lucien. Neither of them would be okay with being away from each other for so long if there was. They don't even act like mates. We've seen Feyre and Rhys, Nesta and Cassian, and the pull they feel towards each other, the way they can't stay away. Elucien shows none of that. Only elriel resembles that level of pull towards each other, that level of connection, understanding without words.

You are a fool.

I'm sorry but it's true. Willful ignorance is getting you nowhere.

Was Feyre's pull towards Rhys evident in book 1 where she died because of her love for Tamlin?

Both Nesta and Feyre easily stayed away from Cassian and Rhys. Nesta stayed away so well she refused to see him for nearly a year and chose to sleep with other men. And neither she or Feyre were attached to their humanity the way Elain was. You are blind to the similarities while also not giving any leeway for them being different people coming from different experiences (Elain was in love and engaged while Nesta was not).

No deep connection? So these moments meant nothing?

Do explain to me why a female who has zero interest in a male, no pull at all and was at the time in love with someone else would bother arriving at the top of the stairs just to see Lucien one last time? Why she says she can hear Lucien's heart the first time she met him whereas she only tells Az his Siphons are pretty, sparkly jewels after knowing him for months?

She is drawn to Lucien and it scares her, just like Nesta:

You cling with your whole chest to the fact that you know how Elain is feeling except:

I am so sorry about your poor excuse for a ship because it's built on the heels of Elain trying to run away from her bond because she's scared.

Az is a rebound, if that. Because her fiance rejected her, because her bond scares her.

And what sort of pull did Az have to Elain when he chose to stay away from her because he couldn't stand her bond though it's clear she could have used a friend during her arguments with Nesta? What male love interest avoids a female who isn't pushing him away? Cassian, Rhys and Lucien stayed away because it's what the female wanted. Az stayed away because he was too much of a baby to do right by Elain and be there for her.

There is nothing of substance to hold she and Az together except daggers and potatoes whereas Elain and Lucien share a love of nature, a desire to avoid violence, the ability to not lash out in anger, a love of parties and balls and being good at talking to people, a life spent in the light.

Az does not support Elain unless he is playing the hero. He does not encourage her, acknowledge her growth, is staring at other females with yearning while she's in the room.

Also, elriel understand one another without words? 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂. I love how you try to justify the fact that they do not talk at all. Two people who have such deep feelings for one another, both seemingly receptive towards hooking up yet they don't talk because "they understand one another without words" 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂. For an author who likes banter. If they understand one another so well than why did Elain look hurt over Az calling her a mistake? Shouldn't she have known he didn't mean it since she understands him so well? Why did Az give another female her necklace? Shouldn't he have understood that she was just hurt and therefore would hang onto it until they sorted things out? Az understands Elain so well that his words on multiple occasions contradict things Elain has said. Elain: "You do not decide what I can and cannot do" Az: "There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed to" Elain: "Swear it" (in her conversation asking Feyre to leave Graysen unharmed). Az: "If Lucien kills Graysen, good riddance" Elain: "I'm not a child to be fought over". Az: "I'll defeat him with little effort".

I don't know why you continue coming onto my page writing anons against Elucien when all that does is reinforce my belief of how Az and Elain are the absolute worst excuse for a romantic pairing that I've ever read about and trust me, I've read a lot.

[gay-for-zoya]

Can you rant about Morgana?

I think I should apologise in advance I'm very hyperfixated. I'm halfway through writing this and I have no idea if any of it makes sense. I've just finished writing it you don't have to read all this if you don't want to it's a bit incoherent but yeah here you go!!

Omg my girl Morgana. I love Morgana and I don't think what she did was right by any means but I completely understand why she did it. Like can you imagine your dad being the leader of an opressive group, regularly killing members of the oppressed group, and constantly showing mistrust and distain towards them. Only to then find out you are one of them. I would be terrified. She had to watch as people of magic where killed or hunted knowing that was her. Knowing that that could one day be her fate. Also you cannot convince me season 2 Morgana was running of nearly enough sleep, she was having regular prophetic nightmares about her brother dying. Anyway speaking of Arthur I kinda get why she didn't go to him for help when her powers first appeared. If we're using the magic is gay idea then I know how scary it is to come out to people even if I know there supportive. It's still terrifying. I can't imagine that fear but somewhere where being gay is illegal. Knowing your coming out to someone supportive but knowing that if that information got out you could be killed or imprisoned. If you had a falling out they could use that information against you and basically ruin your life. Saying the words I am gay (or in Morgana's case I have magic) in an environment like that must be so scary. It's not Arthur's fault at all but just something I was thinking. I also do think Uther would have punished her in some way for having magic. We've seen through the first two seasons he's ok with imprisoning her and grabbing her by the neck so I don't think it's to fare fetched to say he would have reacted badly. ANYWAY Morgause, I wish we had seen more of her and Morgana between seasons 2 and 3. Her manipulation. I feel like it wouldn't have been hard to do Morgana was probably quite scared and lonely "I don't want to be brave, I just want to be myself. I don't want to be alone anymore." Which would have made things easy for Morgause. I'd still loved to have seen it tho, like are the mandrake theory's true? But all that aside by the time of season 3 those seeds of mistrust and resentment have been planted. I loved Morgana and merlin in season 3 tho they where so funny.

Ok I'm thinking to make this less of a massive block of text new paragraph!! So I feel like I don't have to much to say on season 3 Morgana other than omg I need her wardrobe. It was painful though seeing one of the first things she does as queen is execute people (which I think can be used as a parallel to Uther but I feel like we don't know enough about Uther to be 100% sure). Tbf tho she could have got that follow me or die mentality from Uther or Morgause. Season 4 Morgana again not much to say. I feel really bad for her in the opening scenes when she kills Morgause. She didn't look happy about it to say the least. And can you imagine how she felt after the plan didn't even work?? Also this is where emrys is first mentioned to her. Anyway she spends most of the season alone with growing fears about emrys. But she does meat Aithusa. I love her and Aithusa's friendship!! I think it also shows that the old Morgana is not dead, not completely anyway. In S5 ep8 Arthur is having dinner with the Sarrum and he says the only reason Morgana didn't use magic against him was due to Aithusa. Morgana loved the dragon so much she would let herself suffer for years just to keep her safe. I think the quote was something like "her love for the creature cause her more suffering than she could have imagined". I think this was important to mention because it shows she is still capable of love. Despite everything that has happened her old self is still there. But her capture definitely plays massively into her character in season 5. She was held in a old well, hands manacled above her head in complete darkness. No wonder she went mad. Can you imagine being left alone with only your thoughts for just under 3 years? Then she meets Mordred again and she is so happy. Finally the person she loved like a son, the one person alive who should understand her and her motive, who has also suffered due to Camelot. But she has changed. She is angry and bitter and this drives him away. She drove him right to the people she hated. Her face in the scene where Mordred stabs her breaks my heart omg. (Not blaming Mordred but it's something I wanted to mention.) I would get into the dark tower episode with Gwen as well as there parallels to Morgause and Morgana in the early seasons but this post is already so long I might do it in another. But yeah her death broken my heart. She ruined herself for nothing. She failed at all her goals and died alone and hated by everyone that once loved her. And yes I did cry at the final episode my incredibly smart mind decided the best thing to do after watching it was listen to mitski, this did not end well.

Tysm for the ask!! I'm so sorry this post is so long I have a lot of thoughts about her.

[vickyvicarious]

I am super busy this week so didn't really have time to make any posts yesterday, but I still wanted to share a few reactions. First, just general/voice acting notes:

Jonathan's relief and reassurance in the sunlight was so heartwarming. Very sad as well - I can't help but dwell on how he has been forced into a largely nocturnal lifestyle - but overall, it just makes me happy anytime he is able to feel comforted by something (which doesn't immediately come back to bite him).

"Yes... there is a way," gave me ACTUAL CHILLS. I can hear so clearly the stakes at hand (life and death and more). Jonathan sounds cunning, resigned, he's flipping the script and it's creepy and it's very brave and it's very very cool!

His goodbyes....! I am sure everyone is saying it, but him starting and ending his farewells with Mina does brutal things to my heart. He loves her so much, so much. And the lighter music for just that bit, and the way he chokes up a little, I just -

"I looked down once, so as to make sure that a sudden glimpse of the awful depth would not overcome me, but after that kept my eyes away from it." That's so weirdly cute. Jonathan is very deliberately avoiding the classic 'don't look down (slips, looks down, freaks out)' moment by taking one intentional look and then just going, okay, that's done, moving on. It's a weird but seemingly effective way to handle it and kind of incredibly lovable.

"It was barely furnished with odd things, which seemed to have never been used;" - okay, but what were the 'odd things'? Is that just referring to the gold? Because the furniture he says is like other rooms so that doesn't feel odd, unless maybe it isn't typical bedroom furniture and that in itself was the oddity? ...maybe he has a weird statement piece couch or something?

The way Jonathan lingers when describing how Dracula's "lips were as red as ever." So creepy, so fascinated, feeling that same kind of draw that was in the vampire ladies scene. Love the voice acting so much.

Dracula sleeping with his eyes open is so so so creepy. God.

Second: gushing over Jonathan section

"I must take action of some sort whilst the courage of the day is upon me." - Jonathan is so brave. He is so scared, he is terrified... but he doesn't want to be ruled by his fear anymore. Ever since the encounter on May 16, he's been having more and more difficulty acting. He stopped exploring, gave up manipulating Dracula, and only waited for an opportunity to seek help when others came. And to an extent, that was all he could do, and being quiet and playing along is what's kept him alive until now, but last night he had to watch a grieving mother blame him for the death of her child right after he had to listen to her child dying and right before he heard her die (and all this after nearly being hypnotized again), and he wasn't able to do anything at all. He tried, he would have entirely given up on protecting himself for the sake of that child, but the locked door stopped him. And Jonathan is so determined today to take advantage of the rare sense of energy the sunlight has given him, he wants to get out of here and is willing to go to extreme measures to do so. He shoves away his gloomy fearful thoughts when they begin to resurface, and acts.

The way he acts, though. Sure, it's a wildly risky move - but I love how his brain works. Even now he reasons it out. Dracula bothers me at night -> maybe he sleeps during the day -> I can search for the key while he sleeps. Every time an objection would normally stop him he just refuses to accept it and thinks of some way past it. The door is locked -> well, the windows aren't. Even in his reckless state, willing to risk death, he still thinks things out.

(How good must it feel to be able to finally do something. But still he doesn't let himself get too carried away, tries to stay alert and on task.)

Case in point: in the room, he takes his time to look at all the coins. He looks at the dates on them too; great attention to detail. He is primarily searching for a key but whenever he sees a possible significant item or clue he devotes proper attention to it. So diligent.

Same thing in the chapel! "Then I went over every inch of the ground, so as not to lose a chance." Jonathan is always so thorough, I love it. He would have searched all the vaults despite his fear if it weren't for stumbling across Dracula. As it was, he was still pretty darn thorough! He even counted every single box Dracula'd had delivered - fifty in all.

And even after his super creepy encounter with the Count... when Jonathan goes back to his room he first "tried to think." Tried to think! Sure, to an extent that may be code for 'tried to stave off a panic attack' but even then it still speaks to his priorities and goals. Yes, that was extremely traumatic and he is terrified and has just completed his second death-defying freestyle wall climb of the day, but Jonathan has clues now and so he's gonna try to think! He's gonna focus on details! Literally, since he starts his entry with: "I must put down every detail in order." It's just what he does, but for the first time in a long time he has new data to work with.

But not long left to do so.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Finally! Pt.2 | {KokuZan}

(pt. 1 here)

Theme: Fluff

Note: Rahhh

Previously:

"It has worked," Muzan informed them. "He can go in the sun! I have blue spider lilies for all of you! We have finally achieved what we had never had before." He grinned. "We can go in the sun."

Every Uppermoon's eyes widened and they stared in silence for so long that Muzan got impatient and nearly shouted at them. Then, Kokushibo said, "Only I've been able to go out so he has to give it to all of you now." 

They all stood, then, and Muzan nodded at Kokushibo in a thanks. Then he escorted all of the Uppermoons to his office to eat the blue spider lilies.

Once they were gone, Nakime spoke. "You really can go into the sun now?" she said, her voice pitched in admiration.

Kokushibo turned to the demoness and nodded. "Yes. It was almost terrifying because I'd been so accostomed to staying away from the sun and I... Well, you could understand how it felt, no?" 

Nakime gave him a respectful nod then went back to being silent. 

The Uppermoon paused. "I'm going to see if there would be enough spider lilies to perhaps give you one," he said, slowly. "Master would still need you to bring the Uppermoons together when he needs them to be all here and you can't operate as well if only you are not able to go into the sun."

Nakime shook her head. "If he doesn't wish me to go in the sun, I do not need to waste his precious supplies."

Kokushibo gave her a light smile then left off to Muzan to ask. 

All the Uppermoons had eaten the flower given to them and Kokushibo found Muzan in the back of the room, tucking the last few flowers in a bag. 

"Master?" Kokushibo asked slowly.

"Hm?" Muzan hummed, turning. 

Kokushibo hesitated. "Can... you use one of the blue spider lilies for the biwa demon to eat? I feel as though she would still be useful as a demon?" he said. (not a ship!!)

Muzan nodded. "I was thinking of that. Anyways, there's three more flowers. I'll give her one and we can keep the last two for in case the going in the sun wears off." 

"Will you eat them then?" Kokushibo asked curiously.

Muzan lifted a shoulder. "You and I can each have one."

"And what would become of the rest of them?"

The demon king then glanced at the Uppermoons and gave Kokushibo a knowing look. "You're... most important as Upper 1," he said carefully. 

Kokushibo felt touched, knowing the words meant a lot more than they seemed, and smiled at him. "Thank you."

Muzan nodded then turned to the rest of the Uppermoons. He clapped his hands as if commanding a classroom of chaotic children, then said, "All of you must sleep and we will see of the results tomorrow." 

There was a strum of a biwa and then only Muzan and Kokushibo were left in the room, the others brought to seperate ones to sleep.

The multi-eyed demon turned to his master and said, "Don't you also need to sleep?"

Muzan looked at him. "I'd prefer to stay awake for now."

"But you need rest, Master!" 

"I'll be fine." 

~~~

Of course, he said that and also ended up falling asleep at his desk only 10 minutes later. Kokushibo chuckled and gently lifted Muzan, taking him to the room that the Uppermoon had slept in only the day before. 

He sat by him and closed his six eyes, his mind going through everything that had happened. He didn't know for how long he'd sat there before he heard Muzan waking up. Kokushibo opened his eyes and smiled at the Demon King who rubbed the sleep out of his eyes wearily.

"Why the fuck am I here?" Muzan grumbled. 

Kokushibo laughed. "You fell asleep."

"I did not!"

Kokushibo raised an eyebrow and Muzan crossed his arms but said nothing more.

The two made their way back to Nakime who was sitting there quietly. Muzan ordered her to bring the rest of the Uppermoons in, all whom seemed like they'd just woken up as well. 

Then, Muzan proclaimed they went outside in the sun.

Naturally, this brought a murmur of nervousness to the demons, but they followed him anyways. 

Kokushibo demonstrated first, stepping out in the sunlight and making all of the Uppermoons' eyes widen in shock. Of course, they'd known. But knowing was different than knowing. Truly, seeing it with their own eyes. It made them all so hopeful and all of them were eager to try it as well.

One by one, the demons filtered into the light, taking their time to admire the warmth of the sun on their skin. And then it was just Muzan left. He, as you might expect, was... both ready and not. He really wanted to go in the sun, but spending ten centuries avoiding it was making him apprehensive. 

But his Uppermoons encouraged him and when his eyes met two of Kokushibo's, and the Uppermoon gave him a sweet smile... Muzan felt confident. Anxious, but a lot less under the gaze of his demons, a certain one that made him feel all light and fluttery inside. 

He stepped out into the sun and basked in the warmth and the light for a long time, staring down at his hands that didn't disintigrate. He looked up and, again, he met Kokushibo's gaze. Muzan smiled widely. 

"We did it," he whispered. "We're in the sun."

~~~

(be glad I'm adding more, i was going to stop here but the stupid word count said 980)

Muzan had nearly all of his demons killed, deciding he had no care for them. The only ones he left alive were his Uppermoons, Nakime, of course Tamayo who he'd been unable to reach, and Nezuko. Nezuko because, in case the Blue Spider Lilies failed him, he could simply take the girl and her blood.

Of course, they didn't stop eating humans, but it was a considerable amount less because of the decreased demon population.

During the day, the Uppermoons continued disguising themselves, mostly from habit. They would sometimes forget they could go in the sun and try avoiding it, before remembering. But it was all okay. The demon slayers were extremely confused—not that Muzan cared—and they did try attacking the Uppermoon several times, but they mostly avoided them than attacked back, deciding they couldn't bother.

Oh, and one last change. 

Muzan usually hated change, unless it was something that impacted him in a positive way. Such as the blue spider lilies. And this change, luckily for him, as a poitive one. 

Muzan Kibutsuji, the immortal, one thousand year-old demon king, had acquired a boyfriend. 

{Word count: 1185}

I was going to do a diff KokuZan request but I got stuck so I went to this :p

[spicysix]

HELLO happy celebration 🎉🎉

I'm not sure if you're accepting x reader as a ship, so please feel free to ignore this!

But if you are, can I please request 📖 Eddie x reader, where reader helps him with nightmares? ❤️❤️

HELLO AND THANK YOU! 🎊🎊

yes I am, of course! thank you for requesting 💕 hope you like this!

join the celebration!

don't think about the darkness

You hear it first, that's how you wake up.

He's tossing and turning, whimpering and crying, and he'd warned you before. He told you it might happen, that it happens quite often and he hates it, can't stand it, but there's nothing he can do. Told you how ugly it could be, how dangerous, tried to convince you not to stay.

As if you'd listen. You wanted to stay so bad.

So you told him, 'ok, I know, I understand. I wanna stay anyway'.

And you stayed.

He's tossing and turning, whimpering and crying, and that's why you wake up. Turned to face the wall, you remember that you'd gone to sleep cuddled and tangled but somehow separated during the night. So you turn to face him again, and the vision breaks your heart.

His face is contorted in pain, in pure desperation, and there's tears running down his face, and his hands are grasping onto the sheets tightly, nearly tearing through fabric.

"Eddie," you call him in you regular tone of voice, as he instructed you to do. "Eddie, I'm here. It's just a dream. Wake up."

"Nonononono not Dustin, not him-"

"Eddie, wake up!" you call louder, and he tosses violently before waking with a startled scream. "Hey, it's me. It's okay!"

He turns to look at you, eyes wide and scared, tears still leaking, but he sees you and takes a deep breath. He seems relieved.

"Baby," your heart melts when he calls you that. "I didn't hurt you?"

"No, of course not. Can I touch you?" You barely finish asking and he basically throws himself at your lap.

You're still lying down, so he's practically lying on top of you. But you don't mind it, you like the pressure and the heat of his body over yours. He's crying and he's sweating, so it's all a little wet all over, but you don't mind it. He tucks his face into your neck, deep breaths hot against your skin, and you run you fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

"You're safe. Dustin's safe," you say and he cries a little harder. "What do you need?" you ask, because you want to help him, comfort him, make it easier.

"Just you," he answers, and it's enough.

So you stay there. Holding him because it seems to ground him, until his cries slow to a stop. Talking to him, because it seems to sooth him, and his breath goes back to its regular pace. Distributing kisses onto his head and the side of his face, because it makes him smile faintly.

"I'm in love with you," he says after it's all alright, after he's calm enough, and he's tracing patterns on the skin of your hips under the big shirt you're wearing (that is his).

And you don't doubt it. You don't question him. You don't think he's just saying it, under the circumstances. Because this was the last step. You've seen him happy and glowing, smiling and laughing. You've seen him angry, pissed, scowling. He's seen you like that all the same.

And now you've seen him vulnerable. Scared, terrified. He trusted you, and he opened up to you, and he let you in.

"I'm in love with you too," you answer, and you're not just saying it.

He kisses you sweetly, and he cuddles you all night, and neither of you wake up scared again. Tucked in each other's arms, filled with each other's loves, and you're both safe, and it's enough.

[nurgletwh]

*pokes head up*

*sees the world still exists*

Huh. Look at that.

On a more serious note, having essentially dropped off the face of the earth from the perspective of almost everyone who's following me here or my works on AO3, I am alive. This was not in any great danger of changing any more than the normal (one can always get hit by a bus, for example), but it turns out I haven't been well.

My first clues probably should have been long before I found myself sleeping eighteen hours a day for 'no damn good reason,' but since there were also some extremely difficult and terrifying weeks at work and the stress that goes with it, it crept up on me.

Unlike previous times I've disappeared, it wasn't related to my mental health this time. Not that it's any better, really, because it turns out that my diabetes was creeping out of control. I wasn't monitoring the way I should have been, and I missed a doctor's appointment without rescheduling (which is terrible when you have ADHD, because fucking remembering to call someone to reschedule is damn near impossible).

Anyhow.

It turns out that chronic high blood sugar makes a person feel all sorts of crappy in vague and indistinct ways that, in and of themselves, don't really trigger a sense of 'something is wrong, I should see a doctor.' It just leaves me feeling 'bleah' and 'ugh' and unable to do anything but sleep when I stop moving.

I am so far behind on anything and everything fun. I owe everyone who has a pending comment on my works a deep and heartfelt apology. I didn't mean to disappear. I know several of you have been worried, and it turns out at least semi-rightfully so. Not that there was much any of you could do about it, which really just makes it feel worse. I apologize for any stress and worry this may have caused. I can't promise to never do it again, unfortunately, because I am:

a) human b) a human with ADHD, and c) a human who is horrible at keeping up with communication the way she should.

I want to do better; I will try to do better. I have actually managed to continue writing, albeit at an exceptionally reduced rate. That's picked up markedly in the last week or so now that my meds have been adjusted. Hopefully, it continues to pick up. However, I don't think things are quite where they need to be based on my personal blood sugar testing, but it's a strong improvement. I still don't have much energy, but when I get home after work and sit down, I only sleep for forty-five minutes to an hour, not four followed by crawling into bed for the night and still not feeling rested in the morning.

I hope to start working my way through my inbox on AO3. If you're following me here and see this before I get to your comment, hi! ♥ Know that I have read them all and they give me sparks of joy to think about, but I have been very emphatically squashing any guilt at my non-response for now. Feeling guilty is a potent anti-motivator for someone with ADHD. It makes a growing mountain that I can run away from like an Olympic sprinter, which means that the only way I will successfully get back on track is to not feel guilty or compelled, which is the opposite of how it works for many folk.

I also seem to have gotten into some fucked-up screwy mindset where my brain is telling me I have to have something ready to post (or nearly so) before I can answer comments now. Which is just... wrong. So very, very wrong. I'm working on that, too. Blood sugar fixing first, however.

Take care, everyone. I've definitely been thinking about all of you and have seriously missed having the conversations and speculations that go with successfully generating writing but also require successfully responding to comments. It's been a seriously sucky couple of months; here's hoping things improve.

♥

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

I came across a post you made about Yuu leaving to go to RSA and seeing Adeuce triggering a panic attack and I thought I might share my own take on it.

I have a Yuu that has really bad PTSD, trust issues and depression as a result of the overblots. They want absolutely nothing to do with the Octavinelle trio, the students of Scarabia and Rook and Vil (those three chapters are the ones that I am the most salty about).

Since Azul made them homeless, took away the only family and comfort they had in twst (Ramshackle and its ghosts) and sent the twins to terrorize them when Yuu tried to get their home back, Yuu doesn't trust a single cell in that octopus' body and whenever they see the octovinelle trio they just look the other way and try to escape without saying a word (it literally filled them with disgust when they had no choice but ask them for help with the Scarabia incident but it was that or suffer through getting kidnapped and locked up against their will)

I've read a few fics where Yuu collapses due to heat stroke when they were forced to take part in the sand marches and as someone with anemia that has fainted quite a few times in their life (and let me tell you, the first time I woke up after fainting and my eyes were wide open but all I could see was black for like five minutes - like I could hear and understand perfectly well but my body was limp and weak and I was surrounded by complete darkness even though the room was very well lit and it was a bright morning - I was terrified out of my mind) the idea of that happening in a place where you've been locked up and isolated in a hostile environment and knowing that you can't contact anyone because Jamil has isolated you from your friends would make their trauma even worse.

They can't step foot into Scarabia because every time they do, all they can remember was when they had a panic attack and bruised their hands as they banged on the door and begged and cried for someone to let them out - it's also the reason that they are now scared of the dark.

The worst part of it though - the day they had collapsed and was then locked up again was their birthday, a day that they had planned on spending with their Ramshackle family because they had no other family.

The basic guist of this Yuu is that they are so traumatised that they have zero trust in everyone because they don't know when other people would drop their mask and betray them the same way Jamil did. They know that the only reason the dorm leaders and dorm members are nice/respect them is because they are the ones that saved them from the overblots and they're kind of bitter that it took them nearly dying for them to be treated like a person and not some magicless nobody.

The only people they can stand to be next to are Ace and Deuce because they are the only people that actually stood up for them only because they liked them and not because they had to prove themselves (Deuce stood up for them during the grocery run and then Ace when Riddle insulted Yuu, Yuu's behaviour, Yuu's family and upbringing)

Also, sidenote, I really loved Ace in that scene. Riddle was taunting and insulting him and Ace was relatively calm about it but the second Riddle says a word about Yuu, he starts swinging. Also, notice how everyone blames Ace for throwing a punch for Yuu and how no one even cared that Yuu's feelings were hurt for no reason at all other than Riddle was on a power high - like Trey, buddy, this is what Ace meant when he said you were responsible for everything.

This Yuu is so broken that they can't sleep without having nightmares unless Adeuce are with them (they're like the human version of emotional support animals), that they break down sobbing when they see all of the scars that were caused by the overblots, that they feel phantom pains whenever they move, that they don't even go to adults because they can't be sure that they won't turn on them.

I just want Adeuceyuu and Grim just living in their own little bubble, living their us vs the rest of the school life, and just trying to help Yuu the best they can because NRC doesn't deserve them

YUU AND ADEUCE IN THEIR LITTLE BUBBLE GIVES ME IDEAS.

Maybe some power is awakened in Yuu and theyre kinda like Malleus where they do exactly that. Deuce Grim and Ace all taken away in their safe little haven as the rest of the world is shut out. Maybe Yuu kinda creates their own real./dimension in TWST in order to escape reality