#because why would it be any other day naturally

[melodead]

you know from experience that hungry students will go through many, many lengths to sate that hunger—and that’s why you’ve decided to hike a mountain on a school night.

you take a cutting of berries and slide them into the glass jar. hopefully, these aren’t poisonous. they’ll need to be checked by professor crewel first, obviously, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. grim might survive eating poison. you, on the other hand? not so much. a specialist would need to vet them first.

“i wouldn’t recommend eating those, if that’s what you’re planning.”

or a very knowledgeable student.

you turn your head. jade leech smiles politely at you from the long shadow of a tree, his usual suspicious demeanor offset by a knitted yellow cap and several layers of hiking gear. his lantern casts a soft glow across his face. you wonder why he has it out at all. the sun has only just begun to set, after all.

you must be staring too much, because jade steps out of the shadow and crouches down next to you, setting the lamp on the ground. “it’s good to have one in case of any delays. the mountains can be rather perilous, as you must be aware by now,” he explains. “one reckless act, and nature’s bounty can prove fatal,”—he taps your jar—“such as these.”

you blink at him slowly. his yellow eye almost glows in the dying light of day, but they are not predatory. not today.

“right. thank you for the notice.” you screw the lid back on, put it into your basket, and push yourself from the ground. he begins to do the same. “i’ll be leaving now. i don’t want to inconvenience you any further.” yes, he did just get here. no, you will not be acknowledging that.

“not at all. on the contrary, it is lovely to see you, prefect, especially on such a pleasant day. ah, but that reminds me,”—oh, sevens. please don’t say what i think you’re going to say—“seeing as we’re both here, perhaps you wouldn’t mind a bit of a hike to the peak? the sunset is beautiful this time of year.”

you swear. internally, of course, but the idea is the same.

you really hoped to avoid octavinelle after azul’s incident. it was one thing to be riddle or leona; they hadn’t targeted you personally. moreover, riddle has relaxed on some of his rules, and leona doesn’t bother you any more than he talks to you (which is very rarely). you got over it.

octavinelle, though, had contracted your friends into forced labor (it was mostly their own fault), stolen your house (you willingly agreed to hand it over), and sabotaged you in getting it back (in a deal you knew was sketchy). it was, it was—!

oh, who are you kidding? you feel hurt. that’s the long and short of it. it is juvenile and illogical and out of character for you and you hate it, but there is no time to unpack that, and the consequences for purposeful ignorance are little to none. jade leech couldn’t possibly have cared anyways.

“-efect? prefect?” he taps you gently. “are you alright?”

but you must have forgotten how entertaining the students find you.

you step back, hands gripping the strap of your bag. “i don’t think that’s a good idea. if i went with you, the sun would be gone by the time we got there. we’ll be better off going our separate ways.”

“i beg to differ.” his eyes glance at your bag. several jars clink emptily. “you’re foraging, yes? there happens to be a berry hedge on the trail down. i could lead you there, if you so wish.”

“that’s okay. it’ll be dark.”

“then i could accompany you on the way down,” he offers, “if the dark is what worries you.”

“i’ve faced worse—and i really should be getting back to ramshackle soon. grim will be hungry.” not to mention the three other teenage boys who might be ransacking the place.

“even so, you can never be too careful.” 

you cut the pleasantries. “and what would you get out of it?”

“pardon?”

“what are you getting in return?” your eyes bore into his. “i don’t have anything to give you, but frankly, i’m not interested in any kind of exchange if that’s what you have in mind. you won’t get anything from me.”

jade leech blinks at you twice in rapid succession, eyebrows raised, before his features school themselves into something neutral. concealed, even. you’re almost comforted by the sight of normal jade.

key word: almost.

“is that what you think of me?”

“how else am i supposed to think?” your eyebrows furrow. “i could never tell with you before, but i knew you weren’t malicious at the very least. i don’t have a clue where we stand now.” excuses. truths. you hold your basket closer. “does it matter, anyways? i don’t have any business with you.”

the sun is lower on the horizon now. the lamplight flickers.

jade leech sighs—sighs!—so inaudible you might’ve thought it was the wind. his eyes fall shut for a moment. when they open again, his left one shines gold. “you’re still nursing injuries, are you not? as vice housewarden of octavinelle, it would be remiss of me to ignore someone personally hurt by the actions of our dorm. i’ll ensure your safety against anything on the way down.” his gaze meets yours. “an eye for an eye, yes?”

you scrunch your face. “i don’t want your eye. i don’t want anyone’s eyes.”

jade blinks at you—(wow, that makes it, what, three times now?)—before unexpectedly giving into chuckles. it’s breathy, and true, and a whole host of other adjectives you wouldn’t normally assign him. that must be the floyd in him, you think as you stand there awkwardly. you wonder if you should just leave.

jade gets a hold of himself soon enough though, and he ushers you down the mountain under the guise of benevolence and whatever else he tries to sell to you on the way. you ignore it the best you can.

what you don’t see is the lingering grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, the entire trip down.

[everywherestrs]

You make your ingame character look like him. Pt. 2

Sylus

You had just stepped through the threshold of Onychinus's base and were ready to collapse to your knees from exhaustion. Somehow, you managed to summon the last bits of strength and make it to the bedroom where you immediately sprawled across the bed, utterly drained.

This week had been nothing short of hellish, judging by how overloaded you were. Though, to be fair, you had only yourself to blame. You’d willingly stayed later than others, taken on extra tasks—all for the promise of a slightly larger paycheck at the end of the month.

The reason? Your latest obsession: a new video game. Or more specifically, a limited-edition weapon pack. Not that you really needed it for gameplay, but it would look absolutely perfect on your avatar.

Why torture yourself like that when you had a rich and loving boyfriend for whom a small in-game donation wouldn’t even register as a blip on his bank statement? Because that avatar was exactly the reason you didn’t dare mention the game to Sylus.

It had started innocently. You were bored, saw a post online of someone playing it, and curiosity got the better of you. You downloaded the game, made an avatar resembling yourself, and played for a few hours. But later that day, you had plans with Sylus.

Naturally, Sylus wouldn’t be Sylus if he didn’t spend the entire evening teasing you endlessly.

You weren’t sure what came over you when you got home, but before you realized it, you had picked up your phone, created a second avatar with silver hair and red eyes, and launched him off the highest cliff you could find in the game.

Strangely enough... It was oddly satisfying.

And that’s how it began. Any time Sylus teased you a little too much or you had a minor argument, you’d whip out your phone, switch to your second avatar, and kill him in increasingly creative ways.

Originally, Mini-Sylus was supposed to be a rare sight on your account. Brief, silly. But before you knew it, you found yourself switching to him even for simple missions. Your original avatar was starting to collect dust while his was showered in accessories, outfits, and a camera roll filled with that little arrogant, smirking face.

You’d sworn to yourself you’d never tell Sylus what you were up to. Because you knew exactly how he’d respond: “Oh? One of me wasn’t enough, kitten, so you made a pocket-sized version?”

Just the thought of him saying that, with his signature smirk, made a shiver run down your spine.

Now, you were lying on your stomach, booting up the game. And right on cue, that too-familiar face greeted you on the loading screen.

—…This is all your fault.

You mumbled under your breath, but still tapped open the shop, your eyes locked on the exact amount of crystals you needed for that crimson revolver.

Once the payment went through, you pulled the weapon banner—and soon, your screen gleamed with the image of the prize you’d been chasing. You equipped it immediately, took a few fresh screenshots, then finally set your phone down and sighed. The adrenaline high of getting the wanted weapon was wearing off, and the exhaustion of the week was pressing down harder than ever.

You didn’t even notice when you dozed off—your phone still lit up, the game still running.

The first thing you noticed was a faint, familiar set of beeps. At first, you ignored them, turning over. But the beeps grew louder, and your eyes slowly fluttered open.

The scene in front of you: Sylus sitting at your bedside. With your phone in his hands. With the game open.

You had never sat up that fast in your life.

You lunged forward in a panic, trying to grab the phone, but Sylus, almost like he sensed it coming, pulled it out of your reach.

—Sylus!

He let out a soft chuckle.

—What is it, kitten? I was just curious what ‘Little Forest’ was… after I got a message about you spending $150 on it.

You froze. Your brain blanked for a second as you processed his words.

Then it hit you. Your face went pale.

You’d forgotten to change the payment method.

Weeks ago, you had jokingly asked Sylus if you could order some cute cat stickers to plaster all over his motorcycle. Of course, he said you could do whatever you wanted. At the time, you were already eyeing that revolver pack, so you’d entered his card info and said, “Well, technically I’m buying it for your bike, so you should pay.”

And apparently… you forgot to delete the card. Your phone had saved the details.

Now you sat frozen in place while Sylus clearly tried (and failed) to contain his amusement. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he returned his gaze to your screen, to the character on it.

—Honestly? I’m flattered. You paid such close attention to the details. You even gave him his own crow companion.

Your face heated up instantly with embarrassment. You cursed your past self for immediately thinking of Mephisto when you saw that crow accessory in the shop.

—But there’s one thing I don’t get…

He continued, turning to you and slowly leaning closer.

You instinctively began to retreat until your back hit the headboard. Sylus trapped you there with one hand on the bed beside your head and brought the phone up to your face with the other. He leaned in, voice a whisper against your ear.

—Why am I wearing cat ears and a tail?

Yeah.

It was going to be a very long night.

And now, until the servers shut down—or you finally delete the game—you’ll be haunted by this shameful memory forever.

Caleb

You hadn’t even realized how much of your free time had been swallowed up by it.

That video game.

A game you thought you’d play for a few days at most—something casual, something to pass the time. And yet, here you were now, logging in every day without fail, claiming your rewards and completing your daily commissions with religious discipline.

Whenever you were sent on extended missions, you always knew you could rely on your friends, Tara or Simon, to help cover for you.

Only this time… there was a problem.

You were currently standing in the airport with both of them, preparing to board a flight. The three of you were being deployed for a field assignment, and as per protocol, you had to turn in your civilian phones.

That’s when the realization hit you.

“Who’s going to claim my rewards?!”

You started to panic, frantically cycling through options in your head. And then, like a divine light, one name came to you.

Without hesitation, you opened your chat with him and quickly typed a message:

“Caleb!”

“Help!”

“What is it, pipsqueak?”

“Something bad happened?”

“It might happen soon!!”

“I’ll be gone for a while, can you please log into a game and play a little for me?”

The typing bubble appeared… then disappeared.

Your nerves were fraying fast—the boarding line was getting shorter, and your chance to explain everything was slipping away.

Then finally, the notification came.

“Okay, pipsqueak :)”

You exhaled in relief, a grateful smile forming on your face as you quickly sent him your login details.

The rest of your time was a whirlwind of work. Long hours, constant movement. But by the end of the mission, you were finally allowed to use your phone again.

Your first instinct was to send Caleb a quick message letting him know you’d be back soon.

To your surprise, he suggested that instead of heading straight back to Linkon City, you visit him in Skyhaven for a few days by that time he will have time off. You agreed without a second thought.

Every day after that, you looked forward to the reunion with increasing anticipation.

As you waited for your luggage, you messaged Caleb:

“I landed.”

“I’m waiting for my luggage and then driving straight to you.”

The reply came almost instantly.

“That’s great. Can’t wait to meet you!”

[Image Attached]

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest—until your eyes dropped to the photo.

It was a screenshot from your game.

Your avatar stood proudly on-screen, and behind them, spelled out in colorful flowers, were the words:

“I missed you”

But that wasn’t what made your smile falter and your stomach drop.

The avatar… looked exactly like the person who had been “taking care” of it the past few days.

You stared at the screen in disbelief, not knowing whether to laugh or run.

Just then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw your suitcase come down the carousel. You grabbed it, suddenly unsure if you even wanted to go to Caleb’s… or if you should just book the next flight back to Linkon City.

But the choice was taken out of your hands when your phone buzzed again.

Another photo.

This time it was a close-up of your avatar’s face.

And behind it, spelled in flowers:

“Are you coming soon?”

You paid the taxi and dragged yourself—along with your bags—to the front door of Caleb’s house.

Each step felt heavier than the last. His voice already echoed in your head, teasing and smug.

You entered the code and stepped inside, locking the door behind you.

Footsteps approached and soon, the tall silhouette of Caleb appeared in front of you.

—Welcome back. I hope your mission went without a hitch.

—Yeah… everything went fine…

You replied a bit uncertainly. You braced yourself for the inevitable teasing. You even had a few comeback jokes ready to fire back.

But none came.

Instead, Caleb casually asked if you were hungry. You said yes and he led you to the kitchen, and soon, the two of you were quietly enjoying lunch together.

You slowly began to let your guard down, thinking maybe—just maybe—he hadn’t noticed the resemblance between your in-game character and himself.

That illusion shattered with one sentence.

—You know, while I was playing that game, I got pretty into it.

You nearly choked on your food.

Still, you tried to play it cool. But before you could respond, he continued:

—I also noticed you didn’t have any friends added…

—Oh, yeah! Tara and Simon don’t like these type of games.

—Mhm. So I figured… Maybe I should make an account too. That way, your little guy wouldn’t be lonely.

You felt as if your heart stopped beating as Caleb pulled out his phone and launched the game.

When he turned the screen to face you—

You froze.

There, on his screen, was a tiny version of you—wearing an adorable yellow dress.

—Big Caleb has you, so little Caleb should have his own little you.

He said it with a smirk, his eyes never leaving your face as he soaked in your mortified expression.

Pt.1

@raendarkfaerie

[dottowos]

denique meus es tu.

synopsis: Prime Dottore and the other segments happen to be away from the lab, and Omega sees it as an opportunity to get closer to you… in a way that hasn’t been explored yet.

includes: dottore w/ fem! reader

notes: All of Omega’s pining has finally come to this. Basically just Omega needing you really bad, oral (reader receiving), reader uses no pronouns. I guess now that I reread this, it’s more plot than actual smut but it’s self-indulgent for me so it’s fine. Can be read as a sort of follow-up to this. (Why do I write so much Omega, you ask? Because I have a huge freaking bias, I miss him so much, the cutie deserves love, I’m not sorry.) Minors DNI.

A fine and exceedingly rare opportunity had landed in Omega’s hands. Even the segment was surprised once it came to fruition.

Indeed, all of his other selves had departed the shared lab for a period of time, each for their own reasons. (Save for the child segment, but he didn’t care about him.) Even Prime had not been exempt from this - it had something to do with the Tsaritsa’s orders - but that wasn’t the point Omega was concerned about.

It meant that he would be alone with you. It meant that he would have you all to himself. That was extraordinary news for a selfish segment such as himself. His time with you always ended up being intruded on by the other scholars, much to his annoyance. But this time, that wouldn’t happen. 

And oh, it was as enjoyable as he had predicted, to have your pure and unwavering attention. Naturally, he still had work to take care of, but that didn’t stop you from coming over to bother him anyway. Truly, the segment always loved that cheeky attitude of yours and your attempts to tease him.

This was one such moment.

Skillfully, you had moved all of his paperwork and other items to the edges of his desk, stacking them up carefully (although some threatened to fall down), and leaving a clear, empty space for you to sit down, waiting with a pout on your face.

“Omega, you took so long to return. I was getting so bored without you,” you huffed, although only roughly ten minutes or so had passed since he left. The segment’s lip quirked up in a smile.

“Is that so? It seems that you kept yourself quite busy, however.” Omega cast his gaze upon his newly decorated desk. Well, it was fine. He needed to clean it up soon anyway.

“I had to find somewhere comfortable to sit. This is your office, and yet there’s hardly any proper furniture in here. You need to… remodel or something,” you grumbled, which was actually a fairly valid complaint. His office had the standard large desk and chair, but the rest of it was filled with cabinets, bookshelves, and the like. It was a far cry from Pantalone’s, for example, who always had a comfy couch in his workspace.

“Then, I suppose my seat is unsatisfactory? It does make sense that you would prefer my lap, though,” the scholar weaved in his teasing like it was as easy as breathing, but you decided to ignore his remark and the heat creeping up your neck altogether.

“R-Regardless, you’re wrong and right- but! That’s not the point! The point is that this is my plan to get you to stop working for a bit and pay attention to me,” you triumphantly declared as you crossed your arms, all while Omega was fascinated with your little scheme.

“Oh? Well, do tell. My attention is certainly now all yours,” the Harbinger strolled to you in no hurry. These few days of peace with you were bound to fly by quickly, there was no harm in entertaining you instead of his duties for a little while.

“See, if I sat on your chair, you would still continue working on your feet like all the other times. But now that I’m hogging your desk and holding your work hostage, I’ll just stay here until you agree. In fact, I’m so generous that I propose that we make your favorite sweet treat together.” You laid out your genius plan and smiled as if you were expecting him to concede in that moment.

“… You are aware that I could simply move you from that spot?”

“Well, yes, but… I’ll fight you if you try. But really, you won’t say no to sweets, right? I know you like them! … Also, I hid all of your pens anyway, so if you want them back, you’ll have to satisfy me, or- eep!” You were interrupted midway as two large hands gripped your waist and lifted you into the air with ease. Omega retained his composed smile as you looked down at him with your mouth ajar, feet hovering above the floor.

You were always very much aware of how strong the doctor was, but the way Omega so easily lifted you made your cunt throb with need. You knew it was probably wrong, fantasizing about how effortlessly he’d manhandle you onto his cock, seeing as you only did those sort of things with Dottore, but you couldn’t help it.

You had to force yourself to snap out of that sudden daze before you realized that the segment was now looking at you silently. He had probably said something witty, and you were just staring at him dumbly instead. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yes!” Your voice came out higher than you expected, and you knew that the segment had clued into your sudden change. “Just let me down,” you fumbled in his grip, hoping to make an excuse to quickly flee the scene. Your hands wandered down to his own, where they held you, attempting to pry them off your body, but to no avail. Ah, his hands… unfortunately, they only served to send a few more thoughts into your head. Thick, long fingers that were lovely but hidden by those gloves of his… alright, this was getting out of hand.

Ever the observant man, Omega had easily noticed how your previous playful demeanor had turned shy. For what reason? He was unsure, but would find out, as he placed you back on his desk. You let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived, as now you were conscious of how close the segment was to you, the beak of his mask nearly touching your nose.

“In the span of a minute or so, you went from cocky to deflated. Would you care to explain, or shall I pry it out of you?” Unfortunately for you, you were very much aware of how persistent Omega could be when he wanted something.

“I just wasn’t expecting that. It caught me off guard.”

“You’re not lying,” Omega noted, “but not telling me the full thing, are you?” You pursed your lips and shuffled under his gaze, his body weight leaving no room for escape. Truthfully, you didn’t know how to get out of this, your mind too fuzzy to think of any good excuse.

“I… really can’t tell you… things would get… awkward,” your voice lowered in pitch the more you spoke as you mumbled out the words.

“How so?” Your shoulders sagged as his questioning was relentless. He had you cornered. Alright, it was time to stay quiet. Perhaps he would do his little guessing game, and you’d pretend like he got it right. After all, there was no way he’d guess you were thinking of him fucking you.

Omega continued to peer at you. He had a guess. It was only a guess, a hopeful one at that, but it was an educated guess. It had been a long time since he’d known you, and he patiently bided his time for this moment. Of course, he’d never rush you into anything, as that would be far from enjoyable, but now, he thinks, now is the perfect chance. 

A single finger traced your neck and up your jaw experimentally, watching as you let out a soft gasp.

“I believe I’ve guessed as to what’s been on your mind,” he says, which makes your heart leap to your throat.

“Oh really?”

“Indeed.” Omega pulls away from you, which briefly confuses you, but that quickly disappears and is replaced by shock when the segment casually drops to his knees in front of you, hands tentatively placed on your thighs. You probably would have accidentally kicked him were you not entranced by the sight in front of you.

“I imagine you were thinking something similar to this. Am I correct?” The way Omega spoke as if this was normal made you spew out words frantically.

“What are you doing!” Your words came out more as an exclamation rather than a question, and yet you didn’t make an effort to move. Omega’s grip was gentle, meaning you could easily stop this if you wanted to, but a part of you didn’t want it to stop.

“You didn’t immediately deny it,” he hummed. “And you’re not resisting. But that isn’t a confirmation to my question either,” the scholar continued to probe at you. 

His actions made it harder for you to ignore the growing feeling between your legs. Burying your face in your hands, you let out a small, embarrassed whine, to which the segment didn’t seem to mind, now stroking your thigh almost soothingly. Omega hadn’t exactly planned for the conversation to take this route, but now that it was going this way, he was going to take control of it.

“I can assure you that whatever you were thinking of, I have already thought of before,” he offers in an attempt to make you feel better, which seems to work as you peek an eye out.

“Really?” You begin hopefully, before you’re hit with another thought that makes you droop. “But why?”

Your question makes the segment pause for once. He found it intriguing that you could be cute even while you were dense.

“Why have you thought about me in such a way?” 

“Well… because I love you a lot and you’re very attractive…?” Your words died out as he proceeded to hook one of your legs over his shoulder.

“We’re in agreement then. I, too, feel the same,” Omega says it far more confidently than you, pressing kisses to your leg in idle worship. Your heart starts to thud even faster at what was about to happen before something very important crosses your mind.

“Dottore- Prime-, he’s going to-” You don’t even know how you would face him after being fucked by one of his segments. But more importantly, you wondered what Omega would even say, though the scholar doesn’t seem concerned in the slightest, more focused on the treat in front of him.

“Prime already knew this would happen. He made us. He knows how we think. And we are him, in some capacity. In fact, I would say he’s surprised it’s taken this long. But no one would dare make the first move,” Omega toyed with the band of your pants, all while keeping his gaze on you.

“May I?” You blink slowly at your lover, before nodding in agreement.

“If you’re sure…”

“I’m positive. I’ve been waiting a long time for you, darling,” you don’t have the time to respond before he exposes your clothed cunt. You’re quite embarrassed by the way he pauses to examine your wetness, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“You’re already wet. Now I’m even more curious as to what fantasies you’ve thought of. That’s rather lewd of you, isn’t it?” Omega teases as he moves a finger to brush against your sensitive spot, relishing in your soft moan. He was aware of the hypocrisy of that statement, but you didn’t seem interested in calling him out on it, already gently grinding against his digit. However, as patient as he usually was, he was admittedly in a hurry to see your pretty pussy, and he reaches for your underwear to pull it down completely.

“Wait,” you murmur, and the segment obediently stops. Gently, you reach for his mask and pull it off him, revealing his singular, gleaming eye. “That’s better,” you smile at the sight of his full face and motion for him to go on. Omega does his best to ignore the brief caress of your soft palm, only pulling you closer to him.

At long last, the Harbinger pulls the fabric down, baring your damp hole to him. He hears the hitch of your breath and even how your heart rate has increased greatly, which only serves to make him more eager. He hardly noticed the strain in his own pants in the face of the moment he’s been longing for.

“Relax,” he advises, seeing as you were still a bit nervous, rubbing a gloved finger against your entrance before slipping some of it in. Your reaction is immediate, back arching, and hand cupping your mouth to prevent any odd noises. Omega would let that slide for now, seeing as you’d probably be too overwhelmed to keep that up. He pressed on, pushing his finger deeper inside you as you squeezed around him.

“So good for me, aren’t you?” The scholar praises you before pulling out, which leaves you feeling empty for a brief moment. But he quickly fills you up again with two fingers this time, pumping them in and out of you with ease. At this point, you’re just hoping no one has a report to deliver to his office, seeing as your moans are too much to hide and you’ve started to babble.

“It’s been so long,” you say to no one in particular. “It feels so g-good.” Omega keeps his eye trained on you the whole time, watching your flustered expression. The passing comment makes him wonder about the extent to which Prime Dottore has been neglecting your needs. But he would always take care of you, now that you’ve granted him permission.

Pulling out again, Omega takes a second to taste the essence gathered on his fingers, but not too much. He’d rather taste you properly, pulling you so close to him you were worried you’d fall off the desk at this point. However, any remaining thoughts that didn’t consist of your partner quickly dissipate as he busies himself between your legs.

You’re unsure of how his tongue managed to be so good despite this being his first time, but you can’t be bothered to care as he easily drags moan after moan out of you. Surprisingly, he doesn’t care to be quiet either, making the gushing of your cunt known to both of you.

Your hands made their way to his fluffy hair, gripping it tightly and only pushing him further into you, spurring him on more. Omega’s own hands were now firmly clinging to your thighs, and you were sure he’d leave the crescents of his fingertips in your skin from how hard he gripped you. If anything, you had a feeling he was holding back. A part of you was pleased with his consideration, but you wished to see his deeper thoughts.

The segment, on the other hand, was immersed in the difference between his previous thoughts and reality. Of course, the real thing was usually better than whatever one’s mind could come up with, but it was exceedingly so regarding you. Sucking at your cunt and the feeling of your juices running down his lip only for him to quickly catch it was something he’d savor until next time - because there was no way he’d be satisfied with just one round. No, he had already planned it out, having you writhe in his grip for as long as you could take it, preferably on a more comfortable surface.

Regardless, Omega could tell you were close. The time for him to no longer have to imagine how your lovely face would look when coming…

“Don’t hold back,” he demanded, knowing of your tendency to do so. To be honest, he wasn’t even sure if you heard him properly. Your mind seemed a bit too far gone, which was not a bad thing, of course. But he wondered what you were thinking. Surely, you were enjoying his performance and pleasure. Surely you would return for more… perhaps you’d even choose him over Prime one day…

It was in that longing instance that you finally released, and the segment wasted no time gathering your cum on his tongue, despite your cries of sensitivity. You were simply exquisite, using his fingers to scoop up whatever his tongue could not. You watched on with bleary eyes as he treated you like a divine specimen that couldn’t be wasted.

“You were excellent,” Omega’s the first to speak coherently, aside from your panting. Standing up straight, his tall frame is all you can see in front of you. You part your lips to respond but realize you need just a bit more time before you can speak properly. Your lover notices this and patiently waits for you to recover, stroking your cheek comfortingly. You shiver at the sensation of his gloved fingers, damp from your juices and his tongue.

You wonder what you could possibly say after such an encounter. It felt so damn good, and you ached for his cock, but the whole situation still had you completely flustered. Especially in the face of his glowing red eye, still scrutinizing you in hopes of your opinion.

“Omega, I-” your words are suddenly interrupted by a knock on one of the doors to Omega’s office, which knocks the breath out of you.

“My Lord? I come with a report regarding our latest findings,” the voice of an agent sounds unsuspecting and calm, unaware of the very unprofessional situation currently unfolding in the Harbinger’s office. But the presence of another person so close makes your jaw drop, and before the segment could send the agent away, you’re already fixing your clothes and practically shoving past your partner to escape through another set of doors. Maybe this distraction wasn’t so bad, actually. It would give you time to collect your thoughts and prepare yourself for looking the segment in the eye next time.

Omega was caught off guard at your sudden movement and could only watch as you fled his office in embarrassment, nearly calling out your name before the agent spoke again.

“My Lord? Are you there?” The scholar clicked his tongue in annoyance. He was curious about what you were going to say…

Not to mention, his other pressing issue was quite literally the noticeable hardness that he was left to deal with. But if he was being honest, the outcome of today’s experiments was far more than he anticipated. After all this time and patience, he had finally gotten closer to you, and there was still plenty of time before his other selves returned. Being the calculating man he was, he was not worried.

The Harbinger takes a seat at his desk, ignoring the feeling between his legs. He would get this meeting over with quickly before he relieved himself.

Perhaps next time, you’d be willing to wrap your sweet lips around his cock…

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non sexual dominance just really tickles my pickle. do you have any thoughts about sammy and his acts of non sexual dominance (or. yknow. vaguely kind-of sexual dominance)? little things he does around the house or while out and about?

definitely not projecting. i am NOT begging our lord above to give me a spouse who brushes + dries my hair after i shower and orders for me at restaurants. that would be weird. nuh uh. not me.

do i have any thoughts. i have so many thoughts the worms started exploding one by one. mister sammy bryant and his urge to take care of you because it's very clear to him how much you take care of him. for someone who is so used to being let down / hurt / disappointed all the time to not having to feel that way around you or about you. it is like a fresh breath of air. and also at the same time very unknown to him?? if that makes sense?? not being used to the way you can almost read his mind (like when he's had a bad day and you don't talk much but come give him a long hug and a cold beer) or how you take care of things for him when he's got a lot on his mind (the doctor's appointment that he needed to reschedule a month ago, remembering to add something to the grocery list that would have ruined dinner plans when he was going to cook). it's nothing crazy, nothing extreme. but you fill in gaps he didn't realize were empty so then when he looks at you he just kind of has this urge to take care of you. to make sure you're okay. seen and heard and taken care of without having to ask.

so for our little shy reader future wifey in particular! it's extremely blurry lines between vaguely kind-of sexual and kind of not. he senses your anxiety before you can feel it, and he eliminates it where he can. like when you worry, for example, that people are mad at you. he doesn't know why it happens, but he knows it will happen, so he just naturally takes over. orders for you at restaurants so you don't have to talk to the waiter. or how he memorizes your coffee order, so he can just step up and order for both of you while you practice saying the words in your head a couple of times before realizing you don't have to! because sammy ordered for you. that's such a good example of him taking care of you in a way that makes you tingly all over. but one step further. he always does that headlock thing that guys do. just waiting in line with you at the coffee shop or waiting to be seated somewhere or in the checkout line at the grocery store. and you just feel his huge arm around your neck, engulfing your shoulder and clavicle, fingertips on your other shoulder. and just stays like that for ages. it's not even inherently sexual he's not choking you out or anything but it's just the motion. the way people look and know, oh obviously they're together. how when it's time to move the hand moves to swing across your back or rest firmly on your waist. just very touchy feely in public but not in any way that is too pda-y or gross or intrusive. just casual dominance in the grocery store. does it so he easily yank you out of the way if there's someone getting through behind you. stares at whoever it is while you're pressed against his chest until they leave the aisle. it's also the "kid" nickname being dropped in every possible situation. right after the aisle clears he goes "gotta watch out, kid" but you know you don't actually have to, because he always will. for you.

i feel like when he comes home from work he goes straight to you for a hug. you do this thing where you loosen his tie and unbutton the first button for him and you two just kinda stay like that for a bit until you tell him dinner's almost ready but he doesn't budge for like five minutes. stays there staring at you and takes your jaw in his hand and manhandles you against the counter and gives you a real kiss before going "smells good. thanks sweetheart." just nsaifjbask i don't know what it is about the domesticity with sammy but it gives me butterflies because you know all he's wanted in such a long time is a good girl to come home to and he finally has it and he does a little thing like kiss you really hard for too long and leave you a little breathless and your jaw tingling where he held you and it's his way of telling you that he's happy you're there in not so many words. or how he starts cleaning up after dinner and swats your hand away when you try to help and tells you to go get ready for bed. that he can take care of it. or the c'mere, sweetheart when you two get into bed. just imagined freshly showered sammy with wet curls smelling so good. he's shirtless, just in a pair of plaid pajama pants and you're wearing one of his plain white shirts to bed, putting on lotion or something and he just says that and your brain turns off. he says it every night but it never fails to make your head devoid of any thoughts. you comply, obviously, and he just positions you on his chest or pushes your back against him and keeps a firm hand on your waist and maybe you just stay like that for a little until your eyes get droopy. but you wanna keep talking but as soon as you hear the "go to bed, kid" or the "goodnight, sweetheart" you're out like a light.

even around the house. let's say you're not married. flip between your two apartments (let's pretend it is cervine. across the hall neighbors. jesus almighty.) and when he's over—which is a lot of the time—he has this habit of fixing things. things that you wouldn't know how to fix. ridding you of the headache from squeaky cabinet doors and the closet door that won't close all the way. he'd seen you struggle with it before bed once and the next day he comes over after work and gives you your hug and your kiss and then goes straight into your bedroom to fix it. one of the lightbulbs in your bathroom went out a while ago. you don't have a ladder but even if you did, you couldn't figure out what kind of bulb it needed and you didn't wanna go to the hardware store so you just have a two-thirds lit bathroom. until one day you don't anymore. that's just like boyfriend helping you stuff but there's something so feral behind the flesh of it... like there's not a problem in the world sammy can't fix for you. and you like that realization a lot but what's worse is how much sammy likes it. like when you get on your knees to thank him for fixing something extremely stupid. and he stutters out "it-it's nothin' kid, you d-don't have to-" but you interrupt him with "but i want to." you said he brushes you hair and i raise you one more. carries you into the shower and loves to wash your hair for you, literally can't get enough of it. especially when he knows you've had a bad day and you just need to not think for a little bit. tells you to relax against him and he uses his strength to hold you up, you focus on the feeling of his fingertips on your scalp and how warm the water is and how warm sammy is until you're nearly asleep against him. it's not just how caretaking it is. it's not about calling him dad (which you do but this is besides the point) or relying on him or anything else. it's just blind trust and comfort and despite the jokes he cracks and how he teases you when you're alone. how he says (like mango said!!) that this city could eat you alive and spit you out like a seed, that despite everything else and whatever happens at work and however stupid or dependent you might seem that you're not. that he loves you just as much as you love him. that he depends on you just as much as you depend on him and that you both want each other so badly it comes out in every little action throughout the day.

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Can I ask your thoughts on the boys and their favorite date ideas?

Ask and ye shall receive <3

Masterlist

Time: Forest dates to the MAX. Time grew up in the Kokiri forest, so he's definitely a bit biased in that regard, but decently old-school in terms of ideas. Loves long romantic walks while talking about nothing in particular, specifically when it's either a little later or earlier in the day because he's a secret sucker for watching the sun rise/fall. It keeps him Hylian.

Twilight: The type to randomly pull up in a horse-drawn carriage and offer you his hand like some kind of far-away prince (of our hearts!!!!). Like a good country lad, wolf boy pulls his full weight for any and all occasions, especially anniversaries, birthdays, or other miscellaneous romantic holidays.

Wild: Another forest date enjoyer, except his idea of a romantic getaway is pulling you, blindfolded, through the foliage while chattering about something or other. Astonishingly, the kidnapping vibes only enhance the mood. Definitely prepares a three-course meal that he procures from some random tree while you watch in awe, so prepare to be constantly surprised and concerned on dates with him!

Legend: Orchard dates anyone? Bunny boy has two things he's proud of: you and the orchard he's been maintaining for decades. Loves to make a day out of it too, where y'all pass the time doing various maintenance tasks and occasionally making out against a tree. Will bake an apple pie for you if he finds out you like it, then pretend to have no idea why there's a literal fucking pie cooling on the windowsill while wearing oven mitts and an apron.

Four: Plans dates down to the last minute because he just wants it to be perfect. Loves nature walks because he gets to see the Minish, and if you're close enough, he might even shrink you both to visit one of their villages.

Green: Takes chivalry very seriously, so expect surprise flower gifts and offerings of baked goods at least once a week. May also attempt to serenade you by learning some random instrument, though the rate of mastery varies. It's okay. We still love him.

Blue: Contrary to some of the others, Blue actively thirsts for your participation in his craft. He's not going to make you do any of the smithing, but his heart would definitely explode if you sat down in the "safe" corner of the forge while he was working just to hang out and chat.

Red: Anything and everything. He's got romance locked and loaded like a gun, so prepare to be quite literally whisked into his arms one day to do some innocuous activity that leaves both of you even more in love with each other.

Vio: A serial enjoyer of library dates. Probably has a little notebook stashed somewhere with so many ideas it'll make your head spin.

Warriors: Doesn't do public dates often purely because he's got the what can only be described as the hyrulean paparazzi stalking his every move, which tends to kill the romance a bit. That being said, he's not above putting on some generic clothes and pretending to be a fisherman from Lurelin, if only so the two of you can experience a consensual slice of daring <3

Sky: Like Hyrule, bird boy is a serial believer than anything can be a date if you look at it right, so prepare to be wooed every second of your relationship. Plays his harp near-constantly in your presence, and I'll eat my laptop if his loftwing Crimson isn't practically glued to your side. The type to sleep in on your anniversary, then reveal that he's planned an entire cruise-worthy itinerary with the determination of a Bond villain and charm of Hylia herself.

Wind (platonic): Anything that involves sailing is his jam, but can also be enticed into making (grandma's) stew if he's exposed to puppy eyes for long enough. Will absolutely teach you how to catch the most fish or pickpocket anyone under the sun, so every minute spent with him is well worth it <3

Hyrule: Fairy boy likes to keep things on the down-low on account of the literal cult hunting him down, but that doesn't mean he won't show you a great time. Lives and breathes by the saying that anything can be a date if you look at it right, so expect lots of impromptu romantic moments while running from bloodthirsty bitches or trudging through the market in search of that one item.

Dark Link: Probably doesn't do traditional dates because he's, yanno, public enemy number one, so prepare for a lot of couch snuggles and random gifts appearing around the house like the offerings of an overactive cat. That being said, he's a secret enjoyer of reading dates, so pull up a chair and a book and he'll be over the blood moon.

First: A literal knight in shining armor when it comes to dates. Will randomly show up at your house like the perfect gentleman with a bouquet of flowers, only to take you on a romantic walk or reveal that he's actually interacted with people to secure dinner reservations. Has the best table manners in the entire chain.

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The Two Ranis

Before immigrating to the UK, I knew nothing about Eurovision. I may have heard the name before, but I wouldn’t have been able to tell you what it was. The only time I watched Eurovision was for its 61st song contest in 2016. I was with a group of friends, drinks were had, and commentary ensued. As introductions go, I had a lot of fun. It was kind of the perfect introduction and probably why I’ve not watched it since. I was able to soak in the atmosphere. The camp. The occasionally tragic choice of both song and costume. And to my surprise, an undercurrent of politics and controversy. It was a detached glimpse into a world I knew nothing about, and in that moment, I understood the appeal. The drama, the pageantry, the thrill of performance, it’s intoxicating. I understood then that I would never have a better experience watching Eurovision. I now walk the earth, raw dogging a Eurovisionless reality.

Part of my post-Eurovision journey has been one of casual interest in Eurovision. Like the Oscars or the Super Bowl, I might Google the results the day after. Because of this, I am only vaguely aware of any Eurovision drama, but going by the state of the world, I can piece some things together on my own. But we’re not here to talk about Eurovision, we’re here to talk about “The Interstellar Song Contest.” An episode which has not been without its share of controversy. I’ll get into it a bit, but I’m in two minds about it. Some may even say it’s frozen my dual brain stems and bigenerated me. I am both a Reviewer and the Reviewer. I have the me who watched the episode and the me who has been reading the conversation around the episode. That isn’t to say I didn’t have my concerns or that I outright agree with naysayers. 

Back in 2018, when I was a hopeful Whovian, I gushed in my review for “The Woman Who Fell to Earth” over the first woman Doctor. When Jodie Whittaker appeared, I cried. When she spoke, I cried. And yesterday, when I read Juno Dawson’s name on the credits, I cried. Before I get into anything else, I want people to understand that this moment meant something to me. I remember being in art school, having just come out as trans. I was worried about my future, so I asked my art history professor if trans people can thrive as artists. My professor responded with a flippant “Pssh, yes,” as if I had asked an obvious question. So early in transition, I was already conditioned to expect the world not to take me seriously. It may sound funny, but her casual attitude was what I needed. I needed to believe in a future that included me. While Dawson is far from the first trans person to write for Doctor Who, she is the first openly trans person to write for the show proper. The world has been rough lately, and I am going to take this victory lap.

One of the things I really like about Juno Dawson’s writing is that she plays up the camp aspects of Doctor Who. An episode parodying Eurovision is right in her wheelhouse. As a fan of the contest, Dawson seems intent on celebrating it with a light roasting. The introduction of Rylan Clark getting dethawed for yet another song contest felt correct. I know very little about Rylan Clark other than he looks like that, but I get the joke. I like that Rylan seems a good enough sport to take the piss out of himself like that. Watching him on Doctor Who Unleashed walking around the TARDIS console was genuinely adorable. I get why people give that guy stuff. I’d probably give him my PIN if he asked nicely. All of this is to say I like that the cast and guest cast felt game to be a little cheeky. The atmosphere around the production felt good-natured. Parody requires a level of respect for its subject, and this is a parody of Eurovision crafted by people who love Eurovision.

Speaking of a love for Eurovision, Interstellar Song Contest fan Gary and his husband Mike have been blocked out of their VIP booth seats by the Doctor and Belinda’s arrival. The computer reads their seats as occupied and won’t allow the couple access. I kind of love this because it explained how the Doctor was able to find an empty spot in a packed arena, as it was very lucky. But the TARDIS isn’t exactly dependent on luck. It is said that the TARDIS takes you where you need, and it’s ironic that even following the Vindicator’s coordinates, the TARDIS still manages to land the Doctor precisely where he is needed. Had Mike and Gary been in their seats when things go sour, the Doctor wouldn’t have had Gary’s expertise at triangulation or Mike’s help as a medic. I like to think of the TARDIS as a bit of a mastermind, using the Doctor strategically throughout time and space. The old girl plays 12-D chess, and I am glad she’s on our side.

The production value of the arena and the crowd cannot be understated. I loved the costumes and all of the new aliens. Oddly, however, the new faces are partly a disappointment to me. I would have loved to see some familiar faces in the crowd. Maybe a Judoon with a hot pink pincurls, a Raxacoricofallapatorian in a Pharrell hat, or a Draconian wearing a pride flag as a cape. Maybe they did that. I’ll file this away as an episode to freeze frame and do a Where’s Wally scan for Easter eggs. I’m sure WhoCulture or Screencrush have done an Easter egg video by now. The aerial views of the Harmony Arena reminded me a bit of the Senate Building from Star Wars. I found myself scanning the booths for a family of ETs. Now that would have been a deep cut. Even the halls of the space station were beautiful. Any references to the history of Eurovision found in the museum are lost on me. I hope for you Eurovision fans out there, that it was yet another fun game of I Spy. As settings go, the Harony Arena was brilliant. There was so much eye candy. Such attention to detail. Perfectly executed.

Speaking of perfectly executed, we’re introduced to Kid and Wynn, a pair of Hellions from the planet Hellia who have infiltrated the security system of the space station. The security droids reminded me of your typical Davies droid. They would fit in nicely with the Heavenly Hosts from “Voyage of the Damned,” or the leatherclad Slabs from “Smith and Jones.” I expected them to be a lot more dangerous than they were, but they were merely phase one of Kid’s three-phase plan, and he was about to crank it up a notch. Kid plays the dress rehearsal of the contest over the live feed, which alerts the Doctor when Rylan disappears from the footage. Suspecting something is amiss, the Doctor begins fiddling with a control panel on the wall. Meanwhile, Liz Lizardine takes the stage. By the way, did anyone else expect Liz to be a Malpha like the species from “Mission to the Unknown”? I mean, maybe Malpha is also from the planet Lizoko. My nerdy little headcanon will settle for “distant cousins.”

The Doctor’s arrival is noted by more than Mike and Gary, however. Mrs Flood can be spotted in the stands spying on the Doctor through a pair of opera glasses. Having been informed by Mo Gilliben that the Doctor was using a Vindicator, Mrs Flood seems perfectly happy with the results of the Doctor’s most recent triangulation. One is given the impression that perhaps even Mrs Flood was unable to get back to the 24th of May. Whatever she’s planning, she may not be in complete control of the situation. More on that later. Belinda is completely wrapt with attention as a Eurovision fan, herself. She even admonishes the Doctor for not paying proper attention to the songs since it will affect his ability to vote fairly. This entire episode is a shining spot for Belinda. In a weaker script, Varada Sethu can elevate her role with charisma alone. But here, Dawson has given her a wide spectrum of emotions to experience. Belinda is quickly becoming one of my favourite companions.

As Liz’s song peaks, Kid takes his cue to raise the roof, quite literally. With the livestream hijacked, none of the three trillion viewers back home realise what is about to occur. The kid cuts the power to the force field standing between the 100,000 concert goers and the vacuum of space. As devastating and evil plans in Doctor Who go, this might be one of the most shocking I’ve experienced. The moment is played masterfully as the tone goes from light and exuberant to chaotic and terrifying. The dreadful visual of the shining happy crowd helplessly flowing upward into space made me audibly gasp. It’s a horrific thing to do, and the camera doesn’t pull away from it. What I had expected to be a silly killer robots in Eurovision episode turned out to be a high-stakes ticking clock thriller. I was already on board, but now? Wow.

However, Kid’s plan doesn’t go completely to plan as Wynn saves the life of one of the contestants, Cora, by sealing the shell of her concert booth. Furthermore, the Doctor’s fiddling with the panel earlier has bought them a bit of time by expanding the mavity bubble. Before we move on, I really hope Davies has some sort of plan with mavity. Because if it’s just a joke, it’s not a funny one. I feel like I take 10 points of psychic damage every time someone says it. Russell, stop trying to make fetch happen. Initially, I had a similar reaction to the Doctor’s sonic sunglasses, but now I look back on it with a simple fondness. Regardless, it would be great if the joke was actually leading to something about the nature of the show’s current reality. If the Doctor is stuck in the land of fiction, perhaps he’ll get back to a world where gravity is normal.

Belinda finds herself regrouping with Cora and her music partner Len. I say regrouping, but in actuality, she’s falling apart. Having just watched the Doctor and the TARDIS get sucked into space, her window for getting back home has narrowed considerably. Luckily, Cora knows a thing or two about feeling disconnected from home. She knows what it’s like to feel adrift and she helps tether Belinda back to the present. Meanwhile, the Doctor slowly drifts through space as his body starts accumulating frost crystals. But a sudden vision brings the Doctor’s mind back to the forefront- his granddaughter, Susan, standing inside the TARDIS. Carole Ann Ford hasn’t been seen since 1983 when she and the Fifth Doctor shared a rather disappointing reunion in “The Five Doctors.” I would say it was a surprise, but they’ve been hinting at a Susan cameo for a while now. She was also in attendance for the 60th anniversary premiere. We already suspected something, so it was nice that they finally pulled the trigger.

Susan’s pep-talk invigorates the Doctor enough to channel his inner Pinkie Pie and arm himself with a confetti cannon. Using a blast of gold confetti, the Doctor rockets back to the arena like Wall-E with a fire extinguisher. Luckily, Mike and Gary are there to receive the Doctor, and I do mean that as a double entendre because those guys were thirsty. Mike revives the Doctor, and the trio set about regaining control of the space station. I will say at this point, I found the Doctor’s use of the sonic screwdriver a bit over the top. The Doctor uses the sonic to pop robot heads. He uses the sonic to blow up a gun in Kid’s hands. He even uses it to blow up Kid’s doomsday device. Ncuti wasn’t lying when he said he loved the Third Doctor because not since the Pertwee era have we seen the sonic screwdriver blow up so many devices. The Doctor manages to hack into the system, which draws the attention of Kid. Kid and the Doctor have a curt conversation, which Belinda is able to overhear due to Len’s own hacking. There is hope for Bel once more if the Doctor is alive. Unfortunate for Kid that the Doctor doesn’t know Belinda is also still alive.

During the Doctor and Kid’s brief exchange, we learn that Cora knows both Wynn and Kid. Len’s prejudiced attitude toward Cora after discovering she was a dehorned Hellion illustrates the type of bigotry the Hellions have experienced. We also learn of the abuses of the corporation and the contest’s main sponsor, Poppy Honey. Did anyone else find it weird that in the previous episode we had a brief appearance of Captain Poppy from Space Babies, and now we have a storyline with the word Poppy so central to the plot? If that’s just a coincidence, it’s a weird one. We’re in that part of the season where anything could be a plot thread to the bigger story. I know it’s been a few years since the Chibnall era, but I am still thankful to be in a position where I’m engaging with the show once more.

The Hellions have caused the biggest stir within the fandom. It’s hard not to see them as a direct allegory to Palestine, especially given the undercurrent of Eurovision politics at play as well. But I found myself wondering just how direct of an allegory they were. Like the pro-life allegory from “Kill the Moon,” I’m not convinced it exists. I spoke about the optics of UNIT during a time when ICE raids are ramping up, but I wasn’t suggesting UNIT was an actual stand-in for ICE. The kindest criticism I’ve found of the Hellions is that they handled the story clumsily. I’m more in that camp, myself. I don’t for once think either Juno Dawson or Russell T Davies set out to make a pro-Israel storyline. Nor do I feel like they were setting out to demonise Palestinians. That feels like an extremely unkind take on the episode. I do agree that the messaging is muddled, and I don’t believe they stuck the landing. There were even times when I found myself confused as to what point they were trying to make. I’ve seen people online referring to Kid as a freedom fighter, which I find very weird. You kill 100,000 people and then plan to kill three trillion more lives, you’re a murderer. I don’t think that should be controversial to say.

Furthermore, I don’t believe the episode loses control of the narrative. Everyone involved knows that the Doctor takes things too far with Kid. It’s kind of the point of the scene. The Doctor and Kid are more alike than either of them would like to admit. Both of them took things too far in this story. And in the aftermath, they both blame their trauma as an excuse. I don’t see Kid as a freedom fighter. I also don’t see the Doctor as a great guy who was in control of his emotions. It’s messier than that. This is a Doctor who thinks his companion has just died. This is the wrath of a Time Lord. This is the same Doctor we see torturing the Dalek in “Dalek.” This is the Timelord Victorious from “The Waters of Mars.” It’s poetic that in this moment of great weakness that the Doctor should once again see Susan, his first companion. The Doctor knows not to travel alone because he gets like this. All of that comes tumbling back when he sees Belinda’s look of hurt. I don’t like this scene because I agree with the Doctor. I like this scene because the show clearly knows what the Doctor is doing is wrong. This isn’t the Doctor casually giving a brown man to the Nazis and the show pretending like it’s normal. This is a low point for the Doctor, and I am happy to see his fallibility back in all of its complex glory. Call me crazy, but I like those occasional moments when the Doctor is the scariest person in the room.

Please don’t construe this as me belittling how this episode may have made you feel. I’ve been reading people’s opinions on the episode, and I appreciate the perspective. As I said, I don’t necessarily agree with the assessment, but I’m glad people are talking about it. I simply have a hard time seeing any malice behind this story. There is a real effort to show that the Hellions are, in fact, victims. Even our beloved Mike and Gary have blind spots from the corporation’s smear campaign against Hellia. They’ve been told that the Hellions brought ruin to their own planet. They have no idea that the surface of their beautiful world was left pillaged and scorched by an uncaring corporation. Poor Cora’s horns were cut from her body. And even Kid is called Kid because his parents were murdered before anyone could ask his name.

It’s interesting that after all is said and done, I find myself feeling compassion toward Wynn and Kid, which is why I feel the Doctor has a lot to atone for. For starters, I am not exactly pleased with the way the Doctor refers to Kid as “Kid” in such a derogatory manner. It’s a bit of salt in the wound when you consider how Kid was given the name. The Doctor also reiterates that the ice in his heart toward Kid is still there. Luckily, the Doctor has two hearts. Maybe within the other one, he can find some sort of forgiveness or love. I don’t believe the Doctor is off the hook for his behaviour, and I’ll be paying attention to how they approach this aspect of his character in the future. The Doctor took things so far that I practically expected Ood Sigma to show up and wag a finger at him. Much like the Ood, I think the Doctor owes Hellia one after this. The Doctor shouldn’t simply be able to walk away from the experience with no consequences. As much as I disagree with Kid’s actions, I also disagree with corporal punishment. The Doctor has a reckoning with his darker side on the horizon, and I feel like Susan might be instrumental in that.

I’m glad that they didn’t pull a total “Kerblam!” by letting the corporation off the hook. After the Doctor and his husbears Mike and Gary beam the spaced people back to the satellite, Cora is given the spotlight to sing what I assume is a Hellion song of deep cultural significance. Even Len’s jerk ass has to shrug off his grudges. It’s not a fix for Hellia, nor is it justice, but it is the start of a new narrative around the people of Hellia. Once again, we return to the theme of a controlled narrative. It’s ironic then that this episode should air on the same week Andor has come to an end. Not only does the story of the Ghorman Massacre echo the ravaging of Hellia, but there is also a strong message about the spread of information. I’m reminded of Mon Mothma’s stirring speech to the Senate when she said- "The difference between what is said and what is known to be true has become an abyss. Of all the things at risk, the loss of an objective reality is perhaps the most dangerous." Whoever controls the narrative controls reality.

The Doctor and Belinda reconcile, but not without a stern word from Belinda. She’s finally able to tell him how wonderful he is, but also to remind him that his actions scared her. The Doctor gave in to his weaker impulses, and she doesn’t let him forget about it. I love any companion that holds the Doctor to a higher standard, and Belinda is just that companion. However, their reconciliation is cut short when the TARDIS, attempting to land on May 24th, is filled with fire as its doors blow open. Is this the TARDIS exploding yet again, or maybe the Rani has broken through the doors with an assault similar to the one that killed the Sixth Doctor. Oh yeah, did I not mention Mrs Flood is the Rani? If you recall from my pre-season 2 blog, I guessed that Mrs Flood wasn’t the Rani. I didn’t want to believe it, but I’ve been hurt one too many times. But holy jumpin’ George, it’s finally her! And she bigenerated? How freaking fun is that?

You may wonder why I love the Rani so much. She’s only ever been in two televised stories (three if you count Dimensions in Time), and yet so many of us wanted to see her return. She calls herself Rani, the Hindi word for “Queen,” which fit her original actress, Kate O’Mara, like a crown. She had a regal egotism that the Master could only fake. And, like the Master, she enjoys a bit of subterfuge and disguise. Lesser men have referred to the Rani as the “Chick Master,” but that’s Anthony Ainley they’re thinking of. No, the Rani is far more calculating and far less mad, which makes her slightly more terrifying. There’s a cold logic and patience to her that makes her dangerous. She’s far more meticulous than either the Doctor or the Master. You get the impression during “The Mark of the Rani” that she’s shaking her head at these two Time Lord idiots who burn through regenerations like matches. I wouldn’t be surprised if her first appearance is still her first incarnation. You even get a sense of her no-nonsense approach by the way Mrs Flood automatically becomes subservient to the new Rani. Where the Master’s incarnations kill one another, hers follow a logic that the eldest incarnation is in charge. Squabbling is a thing for idiots.

Curiously, they decided to reintroduce one of the Doctor’s more science-minded villains in an era where magic and Chaos Gods have taken centre stage. I have two possible predictions about this. Either the Rani is fabricating a fictional world, or she’s looking to control this new form of science like she did its previous form. Does this mean she’s in control of the Gods or will her hubris bite her in the ass? Is she the Boss the Meep referred to? It’s tempting to say yes, but what’s interesting is that on two separate occasions, we’ve seen her die due to circumstances seemingly outside her control. Sutekh was able to reduce her to dust, and Kid’s plan shot her into space, forcing her to bigenerate. Either she’s a victim of circumstance, or these were calculated risks she had already factored into her plans. If it’s the latter, that’s kind of bad ass.

This episode was a lot of fun to watch and less fun to write about. I don’t relish having to breach sensitive topics, and I wish their messaging had been clearer. Juno Dawson showed a great flair for exciting and creative ideas. I loved the weird stand out moments like Dugga Doo (10 hour Dugga Doo cut on Youtube, please) and Holo-Graham Norton (how did nobody make that joke?). The costumes and makeup were top shelf. The sense of danger was real and palpable. The characters and villains were both complex. As much as the characters or the audience would like to draw black and white contrasts, the story is much more interested in exploring the uncomfortable middle ground. Kid and Wynn do have real cause to be upset. The Doctor’s actions weren’t great. I commend the story for not landing hard on any conclusions. Perhaps that is this episode’s secret strength. It is better to start a dialogue than try and control the narrative.

[vamptastic]

romancing astarion has thus far made me exponentially less attracted to him. can we go back to you serving face in the background and contributing the occasional quip while i go do my hero things? i can't listen to the pickup lines i cant. they're bad they're not good they're bad. and i don't know if hes doing this on purpose as some kind of sick and twisted test of faith or he thinks he is a master casanova. also if astarion can't lift a backpack full of plate armor he sure as hell cannot lift up my entire PC. sorry.

[glorified-red]

Your majesty frothing at the mouth? Well I’ll be damned.

but the thing is … passion twists don’t last 💔 but I know box braids will last 1-2 months. Then again, then mfs hurt!

you could be talking about Havana twists, or maybe Senegalese twists

-knight anon

I could go on an entire rant about how much I love natural hair and their styles.

I actually looked into the braiding styles and wanted to learn how to do them because you never know. I want to foster so I want to do everything I can to make sure any person in my life feels seen and safe. Hair is just an extension of safety so 🤷‍♀️

And yes!! I actually think my favorite style is this one

Tbh they could be passion twists (they look like them). They're just so bouncy!! I wanna stare at them forever. I think women with this style hair just look like goddesses I'm sorry, they're so regal and everyone looks hot with them in.

Ugh 😩

Ngl, I know pricing and time is a huge thing when choosing hairstyles but idk which ones are more expensive or more time consuming. I just know that braids hurt and owie.

[kutepik]

So Fucking Domestic

(mdni 18+) How many times a week is it normal for a couple to do it? Well... You and Caleb are definitely above average.

1.2k. small hc about domestic life and boyfriend!caleb with a little bit of spicy hihi

Since you and Caleb started seeing each other officially, it was only natural that you spent more time in Skyhaven and he in Linkon. You both had such dense and strenuous routines that at any free moment you tried to be together and make the most of it. On a particular day during the first month of your relationship, you arrived at the Colonel's apartment and found some step stools placed at strategic spots in the apartment. They were large and discreet, one near the kitchen counter, another by the bathroom sink, another by the bookcase in the study and many others. The answer when you asked Caleb about it was simple: when he became a colonel and got the right to an apartment, the Fleet asked for his height to make the furniture as proportional and functional as possible for him. Now that you were spending more time there, he made sure to have those steps made at the right height for you, so that you could be as comfortable as possible. In fact, you always wondered why the sink seemed so high when you brushed your teeth, and how uncomfortable it was to cut things on the counter when you tried to cook something. Caleb was always so efficient and attentive, and you loved that about him.

A week after steps stools were added to the apartment, you were used to them. One day, while you were at the kitchen sink, peeling some apples for a quick snack, Caleb came in from a night mission.

"Hey! Want an apple?" You smiled when he hugged you from behind, sinking his face into the nape of your neck easily because of the extra height the step stool gave you.

"What a miracle to find you in the kitchen," he kissed your neck and held your hips, gluing you to him. You brought a piece of apple to his mouth over your shoulder and forced him to eat it, to shut him up. "Hmpf" He tried to speak and you turned around, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

"How was it today?" You gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

"Boring. I just wanted to come home to you." He rubbed his cheek against yours, sighing. "Buuuut, I had time to think of something"

"Hm?" You hummed with your eyes closed, feeling the warmth of his face against yours.

"I was wondering if... You'd let me put my cock inside you without me having to ask or with any ceremony." He said in a careful voice. "Of course, if you don't want to at the moment, just tell me and I'll completely stop. I totally understand if you find it weird and don't want to do this and I pinky promise we never have to talk about it again and I'll never bring it up ev-“

"I want it!” you said and threw your head to one side. His eyes widened in surprise. "Wherever you want. No matter when you want. I trust you." You kissed one of his eyes. "And I love the idea of you fucking me without ceremony and at any time."

"God, you're going to drive me absolutely crazy. Thank you." He squeezed you in a tight hug.

Once the two of you had agreed on this, you initially thought you'd be having sex the way you always did, hard, deep, kinky, full of fluids, scratches and bites, or doing intense quickies several times a day. But no, it was simple and intimate, simply delicious. Caleb just wanted to be with you and inside you all the time.

Little by little, you realized how the stool he had ordered served more than one purpose. Sometimes you'd be doing your makeup for work, standing in front of the bathroom sink, and Caleb would simply approach you, asking about your plans for the day. As the ordinary words and dialog went on between the two of you, he would gently pull up your shirt, pull down your panties and put his cock inside you. It was addictive. The fucking step stool not only gave you the perfect height for the furniture in the house, but also to leave your ass at the right height for Caleb to find himself in you without having to hold you down, sit or lie down. It was usually like this: his cock nestling into you with slow, intimate strokes, while you both carried on chatting about anything, just spending time together.

By then, you made a habit of walking around the house in your (his) large shirt and no panties, knowing that Caleb liked to be with you, inside you, whenever he could. Of course, you still had brutal sex like two animals frequently, but it seemed that Caleb's obsession and need for you - and you for him - was able to bring about the most painfully intimate, simple and tender sex of your lives. It was just so good to trust so deeply in someone and to want someone so badly that no words or timing were needed. At one moment it was a "Can I stay here with you, baby?" and the next you were reading your book, bent over the counter, while Caleb slid his cock up and down between your folds, stroking himself against your clit, praising you and your pretty pussy. He did it not only because he wanted it, but because he could.

Sometimes he wouldn't even come, or even move. If you were watching a movie, he would surely be inside you, both of you cuddled up, relaxing after an exhausting day, cockwarming.

In fact, you liked it so much that when he didn't take the initiative, you went after him. There were times when he was reading reports, sitting on the living room sofa or in the office armchair, and you would silently approach him, fiddling with your cell phone, sit on his thighs, and soon his cock was hard and hot under his pants. Within moments, you were slowly riding his throbbing cock, while he used his thumb to caress your clit, slowly, just like the rise and fall of your hips. If you got tired, you didn't have to get up. You just kept yourself there, hugging Caleb, with his hard cock throbbing inside you, filling you up completely.

One day, talking to Tara and Simone at the pub in Linkon, the topic came up: "How many times a week is it normal for a couple to have sex?", and the girls debated curiously.

"I don't know, three or two times a week? It depends on their schedule." Simone said, sipping her drink.

"Some couples do it every day! Can you imagine? Having sex every day?" Tara said, her eyes widening. " What about you and your boyfriend? How often do you do it?" She asked, curious.

And that made you wonder. There was the mind-blowing sex, the longing sex, the dirty sex, the rough sex, the slow sex, the sex when you were reading, the sex when he was reading, the sex when you were on your cell phones, the sex when talking about anything, the sex on the kitchen counter, the sex on the bathroom sink, the bath time sex, the movie time sex, the bed time sex, the sleep time sex, the wake up time sex, the boredom time sex, the play time sex… And all you could do was blink, trying to calculate how many times a week Caleb and you had sex and it simply wasn't possible to count.

You laughed, sipped your drink and sighed.

"I don't know, I don't count." And it wasn't a lie.

[hermitadaymay]

WELCOME TO HERMIT-A-DAY MAY 2025!

Another year, another Hermit-a-Day May! I'm so thrilled to be able to bring this event to you all for the third year in a row.

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FAVORITE "ALT" HERMIT - May 4th HoTGuY and Poultry-Man. Helsknight and Evil Xisuma. Renbob and - look, you get the idea. This server is full of theater kids ready to toss on an alternate skin and play into a brand new character at the drop of a hat. Who's your favorite?

OUTFIT SWAP - May 9th What would Doc look like in Cleo's Life Series leotard? How would Cub fare in Wels's armor? What laundry day mishap could lead Mumbo's suit to lose its sleeves like Skizz's? Only hilarity can come from this...

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[szasfuckingwife]

fwb!Sukuna who wakes up to an empty bed the next morning. Something was different when you guys had sex. It felt deeply personal, too personal. And that feeling, to you, is abnormal. Maybe it’s the way he cradled you or when he kissed your ear. Or maybe when he was reminding you how beautiful you were whilst thrusting inside you.

‘…I scared her off..’, Sukuna thought before sighing and starting his day.

fwb!Sukuna who is genuinely floored when he sees you kiss your boyfriend later that week. The way you’re smiling and laughing at him. And your boyfriend is none the wiser. He knew that it was just sex, but something in him thought maybe this time you would leave him. Maybe you would leave him for-

“Kunaaa! There you are!” Sukuna turns to see his ‘girlfriend’. She pouts up at him, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He says as he carries her bag He watches as you and your boyfriend walk off hand in hand. Sukuna’s girlfriend is still talking about her day but all he can think about is how he’d much rather hear about yours. How he’d like you to stroke his hair. How he’d like to have dinners with your family.

“…Kuna? You listening to me?”

He turns around to her.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

fwb!Sukuna who feels like he’s going crazy with how he feels about you. Because, lowkey, you don’t deserve him, you deserve better. Realistically, no one is gonna have marriage plans with the guy that’s said to have had the highest bodycount in the team.

“Bro, just talk to her. You won’t get any answers here..” Toji says to him, carrying his duffel bag as they walk home from practice.

Sukuna sighs, “Fuck that. I’m not gonna go to her dorm and tell her to leave her boyfriend. She loves that guy-”

“She wouldn’t be fucking you if she loved him. She wouldn’t have been playing footsies or whatever the fuck you called it under the table. She likes you, grow the fuck up.” Toji turns to face Sukuna. “Anyways, I gotta pick up my girl.”

“The Fushiguro girl?” Sukuna grins as Toji rolls his eyes and gets in his car.

fwb!Sukuna who knocks on your dorm room later that night. You open, clad in your hoodie and shorts, rubbing your eye with a pout.

“It’s so late, this better be good..”

Sukuna sighs and walks in. He had to do this, he can’t hold it in any longer, “Who the fuck is your boyfriend? Like seriously, where the fuck did he come from?”

You glare at him before scoffing, “He’s not my boyfriend, we’re talking though.”

“Talking?” He looks at you with a raised brow.

“Yes, talking.” You answer before sitting on your bed. “Why?Jealous?”

Sukuna looks at you and sighs before getting on his knees in front of you and pulling at your shorts but then, your hands stop his and he looks up at you. “No. But you seem like you don’t like him..”

“No-”

Sukuna eyes you, “No?”

“For God’s sake, why are you repeating everything I say? I said no. Why are you even here?! You’re not gonna try fuck me and not communicate you always do this. I’m not giving it to you unless you talk to me.” You hide your smirk.

God, you were making this incredibly hard for him. He sighed and stroked his hair, “Well, I like you. More than a friend.”

You stare at him, prompting him to go on. “And…I don’t like seeing you with other guys. Especially…Especially when I know I can treat you better..”

“Why now? We’ve been friends for ages..” The words come out of your mouth send him thinking.

“I guess I’ve always felt it. I was just scared. Of ruining our friendship….of the thought of commitment. But I’m ready now. I swear-”

Your lips crash onto his and he instantly hold your head, guiding you into a passionate kiss. His hands are on you, clawing their way up your shirt. Cold fingers grazing over your nipples.

“Turn around…” He says in between kisses. Naturally, you do as he says as you get on all fours. Sukuna helps you out of your hoodie and slips your shorts down. His fingers meet his tongue before going underneath your underwear, rubbing your clit.

“I missed you, y’know…” He whispers, kissing the side of your face. But it feels so good, you just nod.

He’s so hard he barely thinks of pulling your panties off, he just moves them to the side and slides in. “…ffucckk…” You moan out. Involuntarily, you turn around to see his face and see a grin plastered on his face, “…Fuck you, Sukuna..”

He chuckles before pounding into you, if it was anyone else he’d bee all dainty and slow. But he knows you can take it. And you do. You feel his hands on you again, one on your hip, the other holding your back down. It’s so slutty, you think. But you couldn’t care less.

And when Sukuna sees you edging forward, his palm comes down on your ass hard, “Fuckin running from me…? Hm?”

“N-No…” You cry out as you grip the blankets.

“No..??” He thrusts even deeper, “Then, take it. It’s all yours..”

What happened next feels like a scene from a movie. Sukuna sees your phone illuminate and sees the name of your ‘boyfriend’ on the screen. “Just my luck…”

“Sukuna, no-” He shoves his fingers in your mouth and answers.

There’s a pause, a moment of silence before he speaks. “Hello? Y/N? Yeah, I got those movie ticke-”

“Yeah…she won’t be needing them anymore, bud…” Sukuna breathes into the phone.

“Who…Who is this..?”

“I’m fucking busy. Tell him, baby…” He takes his fingers out and passes you the phone and you try your best to conceal your moans but you’re quite unsuccessful.

You hear the three beeps meaning he hung up and you slap Sukuna’s thigh, “You’re actually such a dick.”

You feel his tongue on your neck, “Yeah, you love it though..”

Bf!Sukuna who walks around campus, hand in hand with you. Funnily enough, neither of you have seen your ‘ex’. You still feel bad but he couldn’t care less. Because now he has you.

[seumyo]

todoroki shouto and his 8-month-old son having identical pouty faces.

It becomes trouble when your husband and 8-month-old son are quiet as you’re about to finish preparing dinner. You could sense it, like a superpower you could only unlock when you reached a certain milestone in life.

“It’s just a piece of soft biscuit. Maybe we can give him only a little—“

“No, Shou.”

You had only denied your son a snack once, and yet, the betrayal in his big, watery eyes made it seem like you had committed an unforgivable crime.

Your eight-month-old son, snug in Todoroki’s arms, was pouting hard—his chubby cheeks puffed out, lips trembling, and his tiny hands curled into fists against his father’s chest. Tears clung to his thick lashes, threatening to spill at any moment. He was the very image of pitiful distress.

And Todoroki?

He wasn’t much better.

He’s holding your son with an almost identical expression—unmistakably sulking, his lips pressed together in silent protest (but he knew he could never win this war against you). It didn’t help that your son was his near-perfect replica, down to the way his tiny eyebrows furrowed in quiet displeasure. The only major difference was this little boy inherited your eyes.

Thank the heavens, because you almost came to the conclusion that Todoroki reproduced by himself via asexual reproduction.

Because it was dangerous how alike they looked.

You crossed your arms, unimpressed. “Oh, come on. It was just one snack.”

Todoroki’s grip on your son shifted slightly as he responded, voice flat but clearly displeased. “It was just a small piece.”

The baby, as if understanding that his father was taking his side, whimpered softly and nuzzled closer to his father’s chest, letting out a tiny, heart-wrenching sniffle.

“Dinner is literally a minute away. He’ll survive.”

“He might starve and lose his healthy body,” Todoroki tells you warily.

“Shou, take one good look at our son. He’s chubbier than any of his older cousins, plus, we feed him formula 5 times a day, he eats solid food twice, and even gets a snack when he wakes up from his naps—so don’t tell me he’ll starve when he eats more than we do combined.”

Your husband didn’t argue further, but his silence spoke volumes. He gently rubbed your son’s back, sighing as the little boy let out another sniffle. You knew this game—Todoroki might not be saying anything, but his entire posture screamed, “I think you’re being unfair, but I won’t push it… even though I’m clearly upset.”

“The pouting isn’t going to work on me.”

Todoroki blinked, expression unchanged. “I’m not pouting.”

“You are,” you told him. “And he’s just copying you.”

At that, he finally glanced down at the baby in his arms. Your son blinked up at him, sniffling again before sticking his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.

They stared at each other for a long moment.

“…I think this is just his natural expression,” Todoroki finally said, deadpan.

“Uh-huh. I don’t think we’ll ever need a DNA test to prove that he’s yours.”

“Why would we need a DNA test when I’m the only man you’ve ever been with? And our son also looks like me—“

“Oh, Shou. It was a joke,” you sigh lovingly.

“Oh.”

Todoroki hummed, shifting your son slightly so he could wipe away a stray tear from the baby’s cheek. “Your mother is strict,” he murmured, speaking softly to him as if he wasn’t right in front of you. “Very heartless.”

“Excuse me?”

The baby hiccupped, seemingly agreeing.

Todoroki glanced up at you, the slightest hint of amusement evident in his eyes. “It’s true.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. “Unbelievable. If I left meals to you, he’d be living off of cold soba and whatever random snacks you keep in the fridge.”

Todoroki didn’t deny it (for the most part).

“But I do take cooking classes now...”

“Mhm.”

He gently bounced your son in his arms, his gaze softening as your baby yawned, snuggling closer to his chest now that the dramatics had settled.

You sighed, stepping forward and pressing a kiss to the top of your son’s head. “You’ll thank me later, little pouty boy,” you murmured before glancing up at your husband. “And you—stop ganging up on me with him.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he replied, completely straight-faced.

You gave him a knowing look. “Uh-huh.”

A comfortable silence settled between you before you turned back to the stove, giving the curry one last stir. “Dinner’s ready.”

He smiled. “Finally.”

You shot him a playful glare, though there was no real heat behind it. You took your son from his arms, adjusting him on your hip before pressing a small kiss to his chubby cheek.

“Alright, come on, little pouty boy.”

Todoroki followed closely behind. “Which one?”

You laughed at that.

“Both of you.”

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[nightingale-prompts]

Lay Me to Rest- DCxDP Prompt

Warning: Blood and gore

There has been a series of murders across the country. Each death was varied and self-inflicted. At first, they all seemed like suicide but each had a strange range of symptoms before death.

Sudden paranoia, incoherent mumbling, screaming or yelling, going in and out of their homes sporadically, random fixations, and finally self-harm.

The victims were teachers, parents, businessmen, truckers, and even a crime novelist. All unrelated and in different states.

Each victim didn't seem to have a connection until an investigation discovered that each one had been an active serial killer. The body counts ranged from as little as 5 to as much as 23. The killer was named the Serial Serial Killer which wasn't creative but it was catchy. Some called them the Angel of Vengeance but most thought it was cringy and overdramatic. Many people didn't want them to be caught but others hotly debated letting a killer dispense justice when their crusade could easily turn into them killing people for innocuous things.

The police were still questioning whether this killer even existed. One thing was clear, there was a trail and it led straight to Gotham. A goldmine for them. Naturally, Batman had gotten a hold on the case and began an investigation.

The biggest question was how the killer found their victims and how they knew that they were killers.

The answer was obvious. They didn't need to figure it out. They just needed to wait. Why just in the effort to investigate when a serial killer tries to convince you to leave with them? So bars are the obvious place. But that's shaky at best since there is a period of torment that takes place that allows the victims to return home. The killer doesn't care if the victims could call the police, perhaps because they know their victim won't.

Bruce started to build a profile. He saw a pattern here. Each of the victims had a preference for their victims as well. They targeted young people, mainly boys. Odds are the Serial Serial Killer matched that description or age range. So bars weren't the hunting ground. So parks were more likely to go unnoticed and boys tended to hang out there longer after dark.

The killer was more than likely a victim himself so he may have a few scars but probably not noticeable enough that his would-be assailants would be turned off. There is no ignoring the predatory nature of the victims. Each killed children for gratification in some form. It's not that the boy is attractive but he probably has traits that the victims found attractive in children. So babyfaced, short, native, and polite.

There was much else Bruce could get. There was nothing concrete and he still didn't understand the method that was used. So far this was guesswork.

It wasn't until a few weeks later while he tracking another killer that he found his answer.

Dr.Kinder a Biologist by day and a killer who experiments on his victims at night had picked up a promising new lab rat a week ago. He had intended to slowly dissect the boy. He had gotten so used to the screams he stopped using anesthetics besides he wanted to see how the fear response caused the organs to shift.

To his surprise the boy didn't fight, in fact he seemed to jump to the table and say he didn't need restraints. Disturbing. But he was restrained anyways.

As the doctor cut him open the boy didn't react, only humming to himself as he watched the doctor.

"What are you hoping to find?" He asked. "I'm getting bored and this bearly hurts."

The boy annoyingly never stopped talking and never missed a chance to ruin the moment. There were never any screams or cries but incessant talking.

Dr.Kinder found the boy disturbing so he simply took an axe and chopped the boy into pieces. Not once did he make a sound. The doctor thought it was over but the next day the boy was back. He sat on the autopsy table kicking his feet in nothing but his bare skin.

"What the hell are you?" The doctor gasped in horror.

"I'm bored. Play with me again." The boy purred.

Bile crawled up his throat as the doctor restained this...thing again.

This time the boy spoke differently.

"You cut me up last time. Did you do that to the last boy. After you...you know." A sick grin spread across his cheeks.

The doctor cut open his neck this time and let him bleed out.

Everyday he came back and every day the doctor killed him until the time between his death got shorter and shorter. The days began to blur and he had no idea how long he had been doing this. But that thing kept talkimg to him.

Dr.Kinder stared down at his desk at the papers trying to think of anything but-

"I wonder what people would think about what you've done. You're a disgusting and depraved man doctor. Look at what you've done to me." The sing-song voice of that demon called out.

He could feel those blood-soaked arms wrapped around his neck.

He flinch as he pushed the thing away.

"Oh, are you going to beat me or stab me this time? Ooo, or are you going to put me through the woodchipper again?" The demon asked as the doctor wrapped his hands around his throat.

He just kept squeezing until the boy went limp. It never ends. The blood never goes away. It covered every surface of the room. Dripping, conjugating, and spreading into every corner. Whenever he turned his head he could see body parts spread across the room in the pools of blood he could they the faces of the others that he had killed. Each face wretched in agony.

"You hold on better than the others. I've been eaten, torched, and disemboweled before but after coming back a few times they usually end it after a few words. But every time they don't feel guilt. They just don't want to face consequences." The boy said. "Do you even remember my name? The one I told you when you picked me up on the side of the road or was I just another body to use and discard? I used the name of your first victim. I hoped you'd notice."

The doctor knew he couldn't kill the boy but he could end himself. He had tried it once but just like the kid he came back without a scratch.

"Not yet. This is your life now. Come on, let's taste death together. Again and again and again and again and-" he repeated over and over.

This was hell. This was his hell.

But it came to an end eventually. Dr.Kinder put an end to himself in a gruesome display.

Batman had only caught the tail end as he faced a young boy standing an a pool of blood.

****

"Yeah, that thing is like a worse version of a revenant. Doesn't really have a name yet to describe it. It's undead for sure. You kill it and it just comes back." Constantine said "Why did you bring it here?"

After a long bath and some new clothes, the kid looked normal as played on a phone given to him.

"Look, I didn't know what else to do." Bruce explained.

"You leave it alone!" Constantine said exasperated "Look they are harmless to anything they don't bear a grudge towards. Think of it as a force of nature." Constantine said.

"I just want to know how to stop him." Bruce said.

"Well you can't kill it but you can't bring him back entirely. You can just soothe it 'till it stops targeting its victims. It must have died pretty gruesomely to go to these lengths. You need to find where it died and lay it to rest. Properly." Constantine sighed knowing that appeasing this soul would be more than just difficult.

"Danny, come on. Let's go." Bruced said putting a hand on the boy's head as Danny stood up to leave.

"Okay. Bye!" Danny waved to Constantine.

[salemlunaa]

𖥸∘˚YOU ARE MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU KNOW𖥸˚∘

don’t force it, just let go.

There are people who go to sleep in one bedroom apartments and wake up in mansions. There are people who go to sleep with a body or face they hate and wake up with new ones. There are people who go to sleep hating their school life, family and friends and wake up with all of that changed. There are people who go to sleep living a life they dread and wake up with their dreams. Why not you.

You are so much more powerful than you know. You are the operant power of this reality and all the other realities. As I once said, these realities are your children, they are of the same relation to you and the same proximity. It is you running through their veins. You aren’t doing this extravagant thing by creating and shifting timelines to a new reality, you are taking your awareness and placing it in a reality that already exists.

You can leave anytime you want. In fact, top panicking and realise you’ve already left. A lot of you promised to yourselves that you would get your dream life over the break, over the weekend, over night and you panic when you don’t see anything. How many times will you do this? Stop the panic, the outerman isn’t you and sees nothing but limitations. There’s nothing to panic over because it is done and there’s nothing left to do. You wouldn’t be panicked about a cruise trip if you were there.

The words “OMG school starts on monday and i STILL haven’t been on my cruise trip, im so upset i feel like a loser” wouldn’t be uttered if you’re already on the cruise, sipping one of those cute drinks with the tiny hats. So stop panicking about wasted time when you’re already there and there’s nothing to do. Don’t get worked up over nothing, the 3d isn’t real.

All you need to do to induce pure consciousness is focus on the darkness in your eyes, set an intention to induce the state of “I AM” and make up scenarios, count, sing in your head. do whatever. Forget yourself, stop trying to relax, stop forcing it, stop looking for symptoms stop trying to immerse yourself in the feeling and let it happen naturally. You don’t force yourself into the state of awake and asleep so why is it any different with pure consciousness.

∘˚ 𓆸∘˚

Think of yourself being in a pool, there’s two of you. One version of yourself is being let down gently into the water and the other version of yourself is letting you down. Think of a baptism type of position. When you are fully immersed in the water you are pure consciousness, and you will come out of the water as your desired self. But what you must do is let it happen naturally. You can’t push yourself underwater. You can’t drown yourself or the water won’t accept you.

Let yourself down gently. Stop trying to force yourself into pure consciousness, stop forcing the immersion or it won’t accept you. Like how if you force yourself into the state sleep you’ll just sit in bed eyes shut waiting to it to happen. It isn’t until you let go and finally give up trying that you eventually fall into the state of sleep. That’s it. Give up, give up trying and let go. Assume you’re in the water already and before you know it you’re fully immersed in that body of water.

When we say falling into the state of pure consciousness is as easy as breathing, we’re not just trying to motivate you are trick your minds into thinking it’s easy as a form of help. It’s the truth. It’s a state, that’s all it is, just as is sleep and being awake right now, think of how effortless it is to fall into between sleep and wake. That’s all pure consciousness is. Failure to do this does not exist.

You can leave anytime you want and within an instant. Assume you have mastered this simple yet beautiful art and you will have, assume you’re there already and you will be. It takes a second to flip your thoughts and begin. You don’t need a routine or a days worth of affirming or any challenge. If you believe that is a must, you don’t understand what this is.

Go, simply because you can.

YOU CAN do this, why not now? Don’t let your fear of failing and “letting yourself down” allow you to procrastinate, failure doesn’t exist.

YOU ARE YOUR ONLY BLOCKAGE, CHANGE THAT AND LET YOURSELF GO

[cntloup]

Gojo Satoru x pregnant!reader

protective!Satoru, fluff, a lil angst, mention of feeling guilty, implied heavy symptoms experienced by the reader

"it's ok, baby. i've got it." Satoru says as he approaches your slouched form over the sink, washing the dishes as you try to get something done and make yourself useful.

you've been feeling guilty during the past month or so, feeling like you were a burden to him, thinking that you would never live up to his expectations. now he has to take care of you. and as time goes by, it will get even worse as your pregnancy progresses. but he's a busy man with heavy responsibilities. you'd be only holding him back. you torture yourself with these thoughts every day.

"oh, thanks. i'll go clean up the living room and do the laundry then." you respond with a forced smile, trying to mask the guilt that's been gnawing at you for a while as you try to keep yourself from falling over out of dizziness.

"what? no, wait! i'll do it after i wash the dishes. you go get some rest. you've done enough." he retorts while gently grabbing your arm, voice slightly raised to stop you immediately.

he is in utter disbelief at your behavior. you should be resting right now, tucked in beneath the soft sheets peacefully. you shouldn't worry your pretty little head about anything, he thinks.

"i haven't done anything all day." you utter in a faintly frustrated tone, mostly at yourself.

"and that's exactly how it should be." he replies with a nod, "now go to bed before i drag you there myself." he adds, maintaining a playful tone, a soft smile adorning his features as he drinks in your beauty. you're already glowing. but considering how observant he is, he senses your discomfort immediately like he can actually feel the gloom and sorrow you're feeling right now like a mother hen.

"what is it, baby? tell me." he murmurs as he walks up to you and pulls you into him by your hips, shining blue eyes staring at you as he awaits a response.

his hand rests on your side as the other cups your jaw, his thumb swiping over your cheek that could be dampened any moment now as you feel tears threatening to spill.

"i'm so sorry." you whisper breathily, voice slightly quivering with the lump in your throat as you look up into his glowing eyes.

"for what?" he asks, confusion evident on his features.

"for being weak. i'm so sorry to disappoint you." you finally spill out the words that have been weighing heavily on your chest as the tears cascade down your glossy eyes.

"disappoint me? i don't understand... why are you crying, love?" he mutters with a shake of his head, his confusion growing even more by your words as his fingers swipe over your cheeks to wipe away the stray tears.

"you're literally the strongest and you're stuck with me. i'm barely even showing yet and i'm feeling extreme fatigue. i've been sleeping all day for the past month cause i can't do anything. and because of the symptoms, i'll probably have to quit my job." you ramble about the thoughts that have been pulling you down all this time.

"wait, wait, wait! how long have you been feeling like this?" he questions with widened eyes baring into your soul.

"eversince we found out i was pregnant. i can't stop feeling guilty about disappointing you." you reply quietly, almost embarrassed to admit it. of course you know you're being irrational. it's all natural to be tired during this time and need help, but you just can't help it.

"you've been feeling like this all this time and you didn't tell me anything?" he blurts out almost too aggressively to his liking, "sorry. didn't mean it to come out that way." he quickly apologizes after witnessing the slight flinch on your part.

how could he not see it? you've been trying to do the chores like regular, pushing yourself to your limit both in the house and on your job until he swoops in and takes the weight off your shoulders. now he starts to blame himself for not finding out sooner and letting you wallow in your own sadness and guilt all alone.

"you're not weak, baby. you're doing the one thing that i can't possibly ever do. the one thing that the strongest can't do. and what does that make you? huh? you're literally the strongest of all, babe. i can't even fathom what you're going through and you're doing amazing-", "i'm barely functioning." you cut him off.

"i'm not done yet, babe." he says playfully before continuing, "you're doing amazing, honey. you sleep not because you can't do anything else but because you need it. you're carrying our child for fuck's sake. a literal human's life is growing inside you and of course it takes its toll on you. and i'm right here beside you every step of the way." he finishes his loving speech with a tender kiss on your forehead as his strong arms wrap around your now slightly shaking form as you sob, utterly moved by his words and also the hormones.

"thank you, Satoru. i really appreciate it. you always know what to say when i'm feeling down." your words are cut off by loud sobs but he patiently waits for you to finish as he rubs your back soothingly while nuzzling his face in your neck.

"any time, baby. i love you." he whispers in your ear, "i love you too, toru." you say back, continuing to sob in his arms for a while before you eventually calm down and he guides you to bed, encouraging you to take some much-needed rest.

"and don't worry about your job. you can take some time off or quit altogether. i have more than enough to pay for our family and the next generations to come-", "ok, stop bragging!" you chuckle, "i'm just saying, baby. i've been dying to spoil you. now's my chance. let me take care of you. you don't have to go through this alone. in fact, i won't even let you." he chuckles lightly and crashes his lips onto yours, pulling away with a loud smack as you both lay in bed, limbs tangled together, "you already spoil me." you mention with a slight pout, "and i'm gonna do it even more. you deserve it, baby. don't worry about anything. i've got it." he says while softly caressing your cheek, admiring your glowing beauty illuminated by the faint bedside light.

you slowly start to feel the sleep creeping in and drift away into a slumber as you mumble a quiet 'thank you', curling into Satoru's side as he holds you so lovingly while you think to yourself how you've been blessed with the best, most loving and supportive partner anyone could ever ask for.

[sttoru]

outlaw!toji who initially kidnapped you for money, to rob you from your valuable belongings, eventually forms a strange attachment to you. he can’t help but feel a faint twinge of guilt for robbing a pretty and delicate little thing like you.

so, he decides to let you return to your beloved family in town. though he does not let you go completely.

every now and then when toji is passing by the town you reside in - avoiding sheriffs and other people whom could possibly recognise him from the wanted posters plastered on every wall - he looks for you.

of course, you freak out the first time he sneaked up on you. however slowly yet surely, you let your guard down. the outlaw didn’t harm you in any way after all.

“how ‘re ya doin’, princess?” toji would always greet you with that signature, cocky smirk of his, leaning against a nearby wall with his arms crossed over his chiseled chest or his hands on his worn gun belt.

sometimes you reply quickly, but on other occasions you indulge him and continue the conversation. it’s often at night that he visits you, so you have less of a chance to get caught together.

you don’t know when or how toji found out where your family’s house is. he simply started showing up at your balcony once in a while, just to catch up. after a couple times, you even let him in.

those nightly visits swiftly turned into something more intimate. it feels so wrong yet so right. a dangerous criminal who’s killed hundreds, who had even kidnapped you one day, being invited into your bed— how scandalous.

though you can’t help it. his callused yet warm hands that touch your skin, his burly body that presses you into the mattress just right, his slightly chapped lips that nip at your flesh and leave marks. . . you don’t regret a thing.

especially when you’re both catching your breath after an intense encounter. toji’s muscular body, filled with countless of scars, blankets yours easily. his arms cradle you to his bare chest afterwards and all you can do is relax against him.

“i think i really hit the jackpot with ya, aye? may not have robbed ya of yer stuff that day, but i got ma prize money one way or ‘nother,” the rugged outlaw grins as he lights up a cigar and holds it between his lips.

you can’t even tell him off for smoking in your room. toji’s fingers massage your scalp so good to the point you’re putty in his hands. the scent of tobacco is also comforting. it’s one you associate with him, because he always smells like it. it’s always a combination of tobacco, nature, horses and gunpowder.

toji knows that he has to leave before anyone comes checking in on you, but he can’t leave you when you look so adorable, clinging onto him like a lifeline.

every time he visits, it’s the same exciting story.

when toji is in a more sentimental mood, he takes you out on a ride. he settles you on the back of his horse, speeding off into the sunset, letting you enjoy the view outside of town.

the beautiful freedom that comes with the life of an outlaw. the freedom of seeing nature in all its glory. you get to experience it all.

at times, when you’re out and about, he takes his chance and teaches you how to handle a gun. toji knows you’ve been spoiled rotten by your parents growing up, so you probably haven’t touched a gun a day in your life. that’s where he comes in.

“oi, watch out. yer gonna blow my fuckin’ face off, girl,” toji grunts with a faint chuckle as he notices your clumsy hand gestures while holding his revolver. it’s endearing, truly. he doesn’t yet understand why it warms his heart to see you try and shoot at the targets he set up.

what the outlaw loves more than that, is when you’re both resting against a large oak tree, with his head on your lap. especially after he gets back from a long and successful heist in a far away town.

toji often lets his cowboy hat cover his face while he naps and uses your thighs as the perfect, plush pillow. the gentle breeze only adds to the perfect moment.

when you take his stetson and put it on your head instead in a innocent gesture, he lazily opens one eye and raises a brow in amusement.

“oh? that yer way of telling me y’ want a ride?” toji teases before pinching your cheek. he loves seeing that flustered expression on your face when you’re once again reminded of the cowboy hat rule he taught you the other day.

toji never misses the opportunity, however. he sits up and leans back against the tree trunk, patting his thick thighs which he spreads lightly.

“hop on f’ me then, pretty. show me how good of a cowgirl y’ are, yeah?”

well, briefly said, it’s never a dull moment with outlaw!toji.