#besides if anyone wants to steal my identity

[pedrospatch]

im sorry I read cevansgoatee and now I need the lore. WHO WERE YOU previous to pedgitopascal > darkroastjoel > Joelsgreys? youre like a Pokemon lmao

A POKÉMON LMAO PLS

well if u must know

i was cevansgoatee when i was part of the marvel and chris evans fandom. i wasn’t extremely active i would come and go, definitely not as active as i am now. i was a walking dead blog prior to that but was NEVER active

and then my name changes here…i just have identity crises i guess idk lmao but this name is here to stay.

i’m also a pokémon in real life cause i have 3 names and y’all only know my middle name. except the people i give my number or social media to, they know my first name, couple people even know my full name lmao

stranger danger? we don’t know her.

[wileys-russo]

Writing challenge idea 🙂

Georgia Stanway “fake dating” like a holidate idea for a wedding - like the anyone but you movie trope if that makes sense! 🙂🙂🙂

georgia stanway

“and you looked over everything i sent you?” you stressed, clutching tightly onto the girls hand who rolled her eyes. “yes! i do know how to be a girlfriend ya know? ive done it once or twice.” georgia teased which did nothing to ease your nerves.

“i know, but have you ever been a fake girlfriend?” you challenged as she pulled a face unable to argue with you. “why is this so important to ya anyway?” she asked as the uber neared the venue and you sighed.

“its not, its just been years of the teasing and the questions and the jokes about everyone else having a partner but me. really makes these events quite insufferable!” you admitted as georgia smiled sympathetically.

"i'm sorry." the english girl squeezed your knee with her free hand as a beat of silence passed.

“so you remember how we met?” you quizzed her, snapping back out of it as georgia recounted the story like clockwork and you nodded, the uber pulling up outside the venue where your cousins engagement party was being held.

you thanked the driver and jumped out of the car as georgia followed, taking your hand again as the two of you made your way toward the entrance. "if you don't know how to answer a question just pretend you don't speak any german." you paused and warned her.

"i don't speak very much german." georgia reminded with an amused smile, trying to calm your obvious nerves. "oh right. perfect! keep it that way." you squeezed her hand and took a deep breath, entering the venue as within seconds there was family members swarming you.

georgia sent you a pleading look as you smiled apologetically, the poor girl whisked away by a few of your cousins for interrogation no doubt as your grandmother tugged you aside for a talk.

you were on edge and getting more nervous by the second as it seemed you and georgia were destined to be apart, the english girl paraded around meeting all your extended family and friends by your sister who was the only family member you'd keyed into your plan, trusting her with your life.

"well well well, that would not be stanway over there pretending to be your girlfriend now would it?" your blood ran cold at the familiar voice, hands settling on your shoulders as you sighed in defeat. "what are you doing here? i thought you couldn't make it." you groaned as laura took a seat beside you with a smirk.

"hey! is that anyway to greet your favourite cousin now schnecke?" the blonde teased, the childhood nickname falling off her tongue as you shot her a glare. "please don't tell anyone." you pleaded, hating how you needed to stoop to her level.

"what do i get out of this?" the footballer grinned as you shook your head, you should have known better than to assume this would happen without bribery. "what do you want lau?" you asked with an annoyed frown.

"mmm you let me score next time you play us." the girl grinned as you scoffed, not even going to entertain her request as a loyal bayern player. "no you are right. that will happen anyway because i have always been a better striker than you are a defender!" laura waved it off as you rolled your eyes.

"i want three packets of balla stix and you room with me next national camp." laura demanded as you eagerly agreed, shaking her hand as she stood. "pleasure doing business kid." she smacked your cheek three times with her hand doing a terrible mobster accent and sauntered off.

"was that laura?" you jumped as georgia dropped down into the seat she'd previously occupied, eyes wide with nerves you'd both been caught out. "its sorted, don't worry. are you okay? my family can be...a lot." you bit your lip guiltily.

"i'm a bit worried your aunties going to try and steal my identity. was just waitin for her to ask for me bank details!" georgia shook her head clicking her tongue as you smiled, nerves easing.

finally left alone the two of you fell into conversation, georgias hand resting on your knee as she scooted her chair closer to be able to hear you over the music, the two of you laughing and messing about like normal.

"we've got an audience." the girl whispered in your ear as you turned your head and jumped seeing your grandmother stood right there. she made a comment in german causing your cheeks to heat up as georgia watched on dumbfounded as the older woman pinched your cheek and walked off again.

"what did she say?" georgia asked with a frown. "she said she hopes you are a better footballer than you are a liar." you sighed with a small smile, you should have known that of all people the hardest to fool would have been her.

"hey i thought i was doin well!" georgia protested with a huff as you laughed, catching the watching eyes of a few more of your cousins from another table. "you are, trust me. best fake girlfriend i've ever had!" you teased, kissing her cheek with a grin.

"well in that case. how about you let me take ya on a real date?" you were taken aback by her question, the midfielders cheeks blushed bright red as she bounced her knee nervously.

"really?" "really."

"yeah, i'd like that." you both exchanged a shy smile, laura appearing again and pulling you both up to dance.

[that-lemur]

I can’t believe that you don’t support endo systems seeing that you’re a therian. Your blog also doesn’t say if you’re even a system or not, so what do you even know about systems anyway??? Educate yourself before you spread misinformation about our community that isn’t harming anyone or anything. Hate like this, for literally no reason, disgusts me. We’re trying to live our lives and be proud of who we are and the only people standing in the way of that are people like you. Do better, man.

Woah more !! Fuck you !!

“Who you are” is ABLEIST do I have to spell that out for you a-b-l-e-i-s-t.

Besides endos who are traumagenic with suppressed/forgotten trauma y’all are just ahem. Shitty people ‼️

You invade traumagenic spaces and steal terms for traumagenic systems. You spread misinformation through.. Google Docs and Carrds 😭 Like you guys know those aren’t valid scientific resources to reference right??

Yet again, to state a FACT. You cannot be a system without trauma. Says it in medical documentation :3

Being a Therian has nothing to do with being a system as it’s an IDENTITY not a mental disorder. Though my Alterhumanity is likely connected to my Autism (which is common).

Me being a system or not has nothing to do with it. Singlets and systems can point out bullshit when they see it. Is every doctor that diagnoses Dissociative Disorders a system? How do you know what my personal circle looks like? Maybe i have system friends NO WAY. “Mixed-Origin”, “Endogenic”, “Tulpagenic”, “Paragenic” none of them are real 😭

You guys have set back the genuine scientific study and acceptance of real systems back soooooo far, you’re the reason doctors may misdiagnose real systems. You actively spread real harm to traumagenic systems. You actively steal terms that have nothing to do with you, and are directly against you. You constantly harass people that do not share the same opinion as you by interacting with people that directly tell you to NOT INTERACT WITH THEM

PSA: interacting with someone when they do not want you to interact with them is harassment.

[lorelune]

six drinks, first time

|| jing yuan x f! reader || E/18+ || drunk reader + adoring jin yuan + kink reveal || wc: 2.5k  || ao3 ||

Jing Yuan covets the fact he knows you better than anyone else. It’s unfortunate for him that plum wine makes you sweeter and more honest, revealing a piece of yourself he hasn’t considered. 

minors & ageless blogs dni

a/n: jing yuan has rotted my brain i need him so badly fr fr :salute: enjoy!!

CWs: drunk reader, engaged jing yuan and reader, possessive jing yuan, corruption kink, virginity kink, reader visibly blushes, light exhibitionism/threat of exhibitionism

It's rare for Jing Yuan to see you this way. So carefree, so weightless, so unabashed, despite the many bodies around you and looks that your display is inevitably drawing. Jing Yuan is too old to care for decorum in this setting, it's a party after all. Though he'll only nurse a drink or two during the evening, lest lose himself, he appreciates seeing his compatriots enjoy themselves.

He wasn't expecting you to partake as much as you have, though.

Jing Yuan has been counting your drinks— five, sipping on a sixth (some plum wine that he’s sure has a taste that will linger on your lips. He wants nothing more than to find out himself). You'll undoubtedly have a headache in the morning. He's less concerned about that (he'll treat you well, he always does, the lovesick fool he is). You rarely drink so much, usually just stealing sips from his glass and remaining sober by his side, so it's quite the treat for him to see you lose yourself in this way.

You cling to his arm, cheek pressed into his shoulder as you listen to Fu Xuan drone about a trivial bit of gossip. Jing Yuan entertains her, and you watch them both, entranced. Lips parted and a bit chapped, cheeks flushed, with a thigh thrown over his own. You're rarely so affectionate with him in public, or anywhere other than your home. You insist upon decorum, but after your third drink, it's been thrown out the window. You're practically in his lap.

At the thought, Jing Yuan tests his luck. It takes no effort for him to wrangle you over his thighs, and you throw an arm around his neck, pressing the other over his chest. You bear your weight into him. It's horribly precious of you.

Though your relationship isn't a secret, it's something you don't answer common questions about. Even if Tingyun tries to twist your arm for information on the general, you always skillfully decline (or, tell her off with equally flowery words. It's impressive to watch considering he's well aware of the other contexts you use such vocabulary and tone in— in war rooms at the side of long tables, or while sitting over his hips, smearing spit across his lips.)

You gasp at something Fu Xuan says. Jing Yuan squeezes around your hip. When your flesh gives way under his grip, Jing Yuan sees stars. It's so rare he gets to indulge in this way. He'll milk it for all its worth.

You're unaware of it— the gazes that you draw, from colleagues, foes, strangers. Jing Yuan is terribly attuned to it. You'd probably be alarmed if you knew the extent to which Jing Yuan is acutely aware of each wayward glance or longing look you receive. You have admirers. Your lack of public acknowledgment of your relationship (besides the engagement rings you both wear. Identical, cast in the same metal, sharing halves of the same stone) allows room for it.

Jing Yuan never lets them get far. For how little you both say of it, he isn't shy about standing closer to you than anyone else. Inviting you to the seat of divine foresight, whenever he bothers to actually be there. He asks for you on daily walks and you're the only other person his finches will eat from the hand of.

If an admirer of yours doesn't get the message after such clear signals, Jing Yuan takes a more direct approach. A hand on the small of your back, leveling you a gaze that screams 'I will be splitting you open on my cock the first moment you allow me' in an open market for all to see, or making eye contact with said suitor and provide them a particular hardened, venomous look that Jing Yuan's only been able to forge through time and his feelings for you.

He'd never considered himself a possessive man before you.

Look at what you've done to him, made him selfish and desperate at your hand.

Jing Yuan has little to lose. You've finished your sixth drink. He kisses your jaw— just a drag of the lips over the curve of it. He feels you give a full-bodied shudder, balling up his robe in your fist.

He’d never considered himself needy either, but with you, he is. He hides it well. He doesn't even think you know, though you could see it if you looked hard enough.

"Dearest," he speaks against your ear, only for you to hear. "May I take you home?"

You turn to pout at him. He's patient, horribly, perhaps to a detriment at times— but you're testing him.

"Noooo, not yet!" You whine. "The party's so nice and Fu Xuan's fun when she's tipsy."

You hide a giggle behind your palm, and you don't see the way Fu Xuan bristles behind you.

"Can I convince you?" Jing Yuan asks you. He squeezes your inner thigh. He'd put his hand to your skin directly if he could, if he didn't value your modesty—

(Though, perhaps he's been entertaining the thought of having you in a courtyard for the past half hour. Who is to say.)

You hum, thoughtful, "You will have to be very persuasive. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly."

"Noted. You know I can be."

"Hmmm... I'm listening."

Jing Yuan hums, "Such things would be better discussed in private. Take a walk with me?"

You frown, "I don't want to get up."

"I'll carry you."

"You wouldn't—" you flush at that. Jing Yuan cups your face so he can feel your cheeks heat.

"I would. Happily, in fact."

You shouldn't be surprised when he rises with you in his arms, only depositing you back to the ground when you squeal and squirm. You still grab his hand as you depart from the crowded party room. Jing Yuan feels each gaze that follows them. He rubs over the ring on your left hand.

Jing Yuan takes you to an overlook. The city is deserted so late. There's no need for his knights to be stationed so close to the celebration, considering the amount of soldiers teeming just inside.

He crowds you against the railing, slowly, leveraging you with a hand on your side. He'd never let you fall, especially when you sway with the drinks you've had.

"You've been so sweet this evening." Jing Yuan noses down the line of your throat.

"Am I not sweet every evening?"

"You are, of course." Jing Yuan could spend days, months— years even, telling you in all the ways. He's long since become accustomed to the unique heartache you give him— like a wound that never heals or a bruise that will never yellow. The only way to soothe it is with your words, your touch, your presence in his bed and by his side— and wrapped around his arm when you so cutely drink yourself into a stupor. "It's rare that I get to see you partaking in the way you have. It's lovely to see you enjoy yourself. I simply wish to enjoy you myself. If you don't wish to return all the way home, I happened to see a few spare rooms—"

"Jing Yuan!" You tug at his hair. He suppresses a moan. "That would be— indecent. And unbecoming of someone of your rank."

"My rank is unmoving and unchanging, regardless of any sweet sounds I could draw from you. But, I suppose, you are quite the shy thing, aren't you—?"

"You're awful." You say with no bite. You kiss him stupid and Jing Yuan feels stupid. He never feels undone or outwitted, but you silence him so easily. A few touches and he's nothing. "Scoundrel."

"And, you love me for it."

"Well, yes, of course." You assure him and nip at his bottom lip. "Enough to want to marry you, in fact."

"So, you'll allow me to walk you home and keep you from work tomorrow?"

"Why would you keep me from work?"

"I don't expect you to be walking with any ease when I’m finished with you." Jing Yuan, perhaps, desires to mark your neck as well. It's a rare thing, and when he does, he revels in the way you futz with your collar all day to try and hide them. He thinks he'll give you one that you can't hide, right over your pulse point.

"How do I know you're not just trying to get out of those meetings that are on the books for tomorrow morning?" You bat at his chest, a smile burgeoning on your lips. He's got you.

"I only wish to spend the rest of the evening pleasuring you." He lilts his voice and squeezes lower on your hips. "Does my lover not trust me?"

You bury your face in his chest and shudder. He chuckles, running a palm over your hair, cupping the back of your neck. So easily undone, choice words and you unravel.

"You make me think all these weird things."

"Weird how?" He asks, already cajoling you into linking arms, matching your stride.

"I— I've been having this thought and I can't get it out of my head." You avoid looking at him and Jing Yuan’s interest is piqued. 

"Will you share with me?"

"It's... embarrassing. And lewd."

"Dear," he presses your ring into your finger. "I have promised myself to you in all ways. If it's a desire you have, I want nothing more than to hear and indulge it."

"You're spoiling me."

"You're avoiding telling me what has plagued you so." Jing Yuan reminds you.

You pause and chew on your words.

Jing Yuan is... curious. Your desires are not a mystery to him. You've been forthright with your wants, and he has in turn, and very little has been vetoed. If anything, you've given him much to think about. You occupy his thoughts in a way that is probably distracting, but so close to retirement— he can let himself daydream about a future where keeping you in bed and flush to him is his only job.

"It's just that—" You shift from foot to foot. You're not far from home now, and you drag your feet. "That, you know? We'll have forever, and it makes me think about all the stuff from before that."

He hums. You've revealed fragments to him, unpleasant bits of the past you've moved beyond. 

"And like... What if— Just. Maybe. I think about it sometimes." You kick the metal and stone at your feet. "I think about you being my first. I'm gonna be with you forever, you know? I wish you could just unmake me, and take me for the first time."

Jing Yuan stalls. Almost stumbles. He catches himself by the barest fringes of his finesse because Aeons and stars, what the fuck did you just say—?

(He considers himself an expert in you. He knows your mood, the way your skin changes with the artificial weather and your favorite fruits, and how you best like them cut. He knows the ways to curl his fingers inside you to bring you climax within just moments or hours, if he so deigns.)

(Yet, he never knew this desire. Never considered it. Foresight means nothing when you obscure his vision in the same way a comet's tail bursts as it hits solid atmosphere— blinding and forged with wishes.)

"Jing Yuan? Are you okay?" You ask him, voice gone soft and timid. "Was that... bad?"

"No." Jing Yuan steels himself. He has much to consider. He must act. He scoops you into his arms and throws you over his shoulder.

"Hey!" You let out a little ‘oof’ and pound on his back. "What's this for? If you're upset with me, just say it."

"You didn't upset me at all." He runs a hand over the back of your thighs, his palm coming to rest over your ass. "The opposite, actually overjoyed. You've been so gracious, I couldn't possibly let you tire yourself out with a walk home, could I?"

He squeezes a cheek and feels his cock twitch at the squeak you let out.

He's going to ruin you, he decides. Perhaps not now, but another night. If you wish him to rewrite a poor memory, your first, he will. He wants you dead sober for it.

"... Why do I feel like you're thinking really hard?" you slap his ass and he snorts. "You're scheming. I can tell."

"Only planning, dear. I promise it's in your best interest."

It's all he thinks about as he sets you on the threshold of your shared home. He feeds you rice with egg and tuskpir belly and it’s all he fucking thinks about. He fucks you stupid and drooly and full into the sheets, and it consumes him.

He intertwines his fingers with yours as he fucks into you from behind. His cock hasn't even been this hard, he thinks, it almost hurts. You make the sweetest sounds below him, sticky tears clumping your lashes as you squeeze his hand back. Every thrust pushes you into the mattress. He's blowing out your back, surely. He knows the ache you'll have in the morning and he'll chase it away.

He presses his chest to your back, licking up your neck and stilling the cant of his hips. You breathe in time.

"I'll take you like it's your first time— I'd love nothing more." He licks over a high patch of skin on your neck. "We can even play pretend, if you'd like. Would you like to be a blushing virgin who's never taken cock before?"

You laugh, tilting your head back to bonk into his, "Sounds like you'd just like to corrupt my hypothetical innocence."

"And if I did?" Jing Yuan speaks so seriously that it stills you. He thinks of every set of eyes that looked at you that evening, every ogling glance that traced a figure that is only his. He bites down into the flesh of your neck, sucking a bruise so dark it'll last for days. "If I want to undo you and be the only one who's ever fucked you, seen you like this, would I be wrong to? I think that you may even enjoy that."

You let out a shaking breath. Your cunt squeezes like a vice around his cock and he groans into the mark he's branded on you.

"You're going to ruin me." You smother your voice into the sheets as he picks up his pace. The slap of skin is wet, you're drenched, it's filthy and Jing Yuan never wants it to end. Perhaps he should rethink his views on immortality.

"I am." He will. It's a promise, a vow that's sealed with the faltering rhythm of his hips and the way he spills inside of you. He eats himself out of your cunt, until you're cumming on his tongue and thrashing against the hold he keeps on your hips.

Jing Yuan feels so pleased when he finally lays down at your side after wiping you down. You doze, rolling into his warmth the moment he's under the covers.

He will ruin you. He will reshape you for him, if that's your desire.

He keeps a hand between your sticky thighs and pushes his spent that dribbles from your cunt back inside you.

[mysterycitrus]

HAS ANYONE SAID BRUCE HEADCANONS YET

Headcanon A:  realistic

in his head, rattling around like whispers in the dark are the words if you slip once, if you tighten your grip, if you falter, if you fall, you will be a killer. he hears it as he stands at the gallery with damian, as he watches cass dance, as he sits through duke's debate club, as tim sits beside him in the cave, as dick smiles at him, again, the same as he did when he was robin. you will kill your children. it's what you really want, isn't it? to make people hurt. to make them feel the way you do. he doesn't, obviously. the thoughts are intrusive. they hold no power in the daylight. he knows this. he knows he knows he knows.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

sometimes bruce just... doesn't remember people's secret identities. like, he knows them. he has them on file. he has built a flamethrower robot with the face of their first love to cause maximum emotional damage should they ever go rogue and steal a nuke, but otherwise? the league recruits so many similar sounding people that he just can't bring himself to give a shit. what's that new guy's name? who cares. his costume is ugly and he looks like a hedgehog.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

his greatest fear is watching the people he loves be gunned down in front of him, again, while he is helpless to watch. but what he fears, truly, buried so deep that even crane could not draw it from him, is that everything he's done to dick, everything he's said, all the times bruce has pushed him away and made it hurt, is hanging over his head like the sword of damocles. dick's anger is loud. he simmers then explodes, but there are some things that remain unsaid. how close is he from turning away from bruce entirely? what if bruce loses him while he still breathes? why can't bruce stop doing it?

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

one time as bruce wayne he spent an afternoon flirting with ronan farrow at an event, because he was so afraid that ronan was going to start asking him questions about like... why he keeps mysteriously disappearing and how all his kids keep dying. it was fine. he played it cool. he had to hide from michael lewis in the bathroom.

[goldenwitherphoenix13]

A long post is under the cut, but I think we, as a fandom, moved on far too quickly from the endings of empires smp season 2.

Almost everyone got a happy ending.

Fwhip resigned from the role of the Goblin king.

Joel accended to true God hood.

Sausage grew old in sanctuary and raised Hermes to be an interdimentional warrior.

Gem finished Dawn and chose to stay in Hermitcraft because it was the best choice.

Katherine cured the curse plaguing her land.

Joey got to go on all sorts of adventures after defeating his arch-nemesis Skeletron.

Pix, while not finishing his work, got to tell the story of the ancient ruins.

Lizzie created a fully functioning city of animals to live as they want.

Shelby became one of the most powerful witches and got that date with Katherine.

Scott went off into the sunset with Owen to discover new lands and treasures to steal.

Heck, even Oli got out of debt, even if he ended up accidentally time travelling.

And while False never uploaded her finale, we can easily infer that she continued to expand her empire and make her name for herself.

Who did I miss?

Sheriff Jimmy.

The sheriff, who all the other emperors abandoned. The sheriff, nearly loosing his own identity to a joke. The sheriff, who lost his town to the fae.

Let's not forget Jimmy never left tumble town willingly. He was booted out when the fae corrupted his lands, spreading it throughout his home. He and the old sheriff, Roswell, made the best of a bad situation. I mean, what else can they do? Fight the fae? Fae are powerful creature. Not to be messed with. Fighting them is a one-way ticket to death if they don't decide to hold you a prisoner in their realm.

Jimmy also never got the chance to say goodbye to anyone. Everyone had already left him behind. Joel had accended without saying goodbye to his supposed best bud. Sausage never thought to check in on tumble town. There was no final passing of words—just a note from Fwhip.

And, let's not forget this big bit of information, the thing that still grinds my gears about empires season 2. He is the only villain of season 2 who got no closure, redemption or apology. Shelby was uncorrupted and saved. Sausage supreme was fused into Sausages soul. Skeletron was killed by Katherine, Joey and Shelby. They all got an end to their villainy, wether through being saved or killed.

Jimmy got nothing.

His ending was, in multiple ways, left unfinished. He was still bitter towards the emperors. He was still lacking any human respect. He wasn't given any apology or forgiveness. He was forced out of his home by powerful creatures, trying his best to make good of the darkness left to him.

But it's not all darkness. This isn't a bad ending. I think this end has an underlying subtext not even Jimmy planned for. Something I've seen almost no one talking about.

The sheriff walked away from a toxic environment.

Now is an excellent time to remind you that this is all about the characters. Not the actual content creators. Got it? Good.

Let's be honest. None of the characters in Empires Season 2 were 100% innocent besides maybe Katherine. Some were thieves. Some were filled with pride, some made dubious choices, and some were even a little corrupt. And Jimmy isn't an exception. He was a lil bit dishonest with power sometimes and a lil bit prideful in his name. But the sheriff wasn't evil at first. He still did things to help people. He helped Katherine arrest Joey for theft. He did his best to follow the rules, and he actively sought to stop those committing crimes and try to understand the issue at hand, like with Shelby. And his reward. Constant teasing and mockery.

Everyone, including his allies, still made fun of him. Even his best bud said things behind his back. And this is what made him snap. Not the jokes, but that no one, not even his allies, seemed to show any human decency to him.

And he never got an apology or a moment to put them in their place to tell them that they have done goofed. The sheriff was barely given a chance to build, hardly a chance to breathe. He knows he probably couldn't take them in a fight, but they didn't even give him a chance to talk. They made him sit there and take it like he had no choice.

The sheriff instead chose to walk away. Everyone had left him behind. And with the threat of the fae above him, he decided that the best course of action was to leave the toxic lands behind. Lands full of pranks and mistakes that would only ever remind him of his negative attributes.

The sheriff stayed with the one person who ever showed him any sliver of true friendship—the old sheriff. The old sheriff helped reverse the effects of the lore potion with an unnamed potion he found at Shelbys. He helped Jimmy defend the town from a raid. He stayed with him through thick and thin. Sure, he isn't the best influence, but he's better than the world around them.

Ultimately, Jimmy's finale wasn't the good ending like everyone else's. Villains rarely ever get those. Instead, it's a bittersweet goodbye from the two sheriffs off to find a new home far away to the lands of one that brought sorrow, even if at least one of them has some anger issues to work through.

[zippystorm]

Roguefort lore(?)

A/N: None of this is canon. This is what I think happened to Roguefort Cookie, using canon events and my own imagination. For anyone who wants more accurate information of them, I suggest them to check out this document by @kayisconfused.

I always find Roguefort Cookie very interesting. Little is known about them and their past. What is their backstory? Do they exist in Kingdom? If so, how do they fit into the game's lore? After some researching and theorising, I present to you what I think could possibly be the story of our beloved Roguefort Cookie.

We know that their family and, to an extent, the thief themself are in Kingdom. The concept art for a character, Colby Jack Cheese Cookie, shows a cookie from Golden Cheese Kingdom. It is known that this cookie used to work at the Blue Cheese Manor and may even be Roguefort's assistant, before being abandoned by the family. Although Colby Jack Cheese Cookie is never added to the game, this information provides us with insight into Roguefort Cookie's past.

1. Colby Jack Cheese Cookie:

Does this mean their family stems from the Golden Cheese Kingdom as well? It seems to me that Roguefort Cookie shares some similarities with the cookies there. Mozzarella Cookie and Roguefort Cookie both have hair colour and eye colour that are almost identical. Even their smiles look similar! Apart from physical traits, they have alike personalities in my humble opinion. They both get bored easily and seek excitement; they are both very cunning and clever. This makes me wonder, are these two family?

2. Roguefort Cookie + Mozzarella Cookie:

Furthermore, at the end of Roguefort's skill, they glide/fly a short distance. Meanwhile, Golden Cheese Cookie has the ability to levitate. If they are related, perhaps the thief has inherited this power from her. Besides, she is known for being greedy, considering that she loves to collect treasures and anything valuable to her. Does this behaviour sound familiar? Roguefort Cookie steals from time to time too, acquiring jewels and priceless artefacts.

Lastly, a small and insignificant detail may also suggest that they indeed have a connection with the Golden Cheese Kingdom —— birds. This kingdom has a lot of birds. Cheesebirds inhabit this land and work for their ruler. Additionally, Golden Cheese Cookie somewhat looks like a bird. She has wings, along with her headdress reminds me of a beak. Who else reminds people of this animal? Having a costume that resembles a raven, Roguefort are associated with birds. Not to mention that they own a cane, whose handle is shaped like a bird's head. Is this a coincidence? I don't know... I'll let you decide.

3. Birds:

In the end, this is only a theory, which I will stand by until the developers prove it wrong. I actually have more theories about their childhood, family and the downfall of the Blue Cheese Manor. However, this post is already extremely long and I don't want to make it even longer. Should I do a part 2? If you want me to publish the second part, please tell me and I will do so. Feel free put your thoughts in the tags, because I want to know your opinions and ideas.

[ash5monster01]

Getaway Camp : Nineteen

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x OC!Fem

Warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, dirty talk, role play, mention of nerves, stage fright, mentions of distant parents, realization, fluff

Summary: Charlie performs in the end of summer show and it doesn’t turn out as bad as he originally thought.

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Masterlist

Eighteen ←→ Twenty

August 18th 1961

Charlie is damn near panicking behind the makeshift curtain. The band plays music for the hundreds of guests that sit outside, enjoying their dinners, and reminiscing on the current summer. None of them aware of the fact he was having a crisis over playing a pirate in front of each and every one of them. It didn’t matter he had little to no lines and he died within the second act, he was still terrified. As he shakes out his nerves he wonders if this was what Neil had felt, anticipation and dread tangling up in his stomach. It was nicer to pretend he didn’t.

The only pro to the situation he currently was in was the costume. Chrissy had managed to put together costumes for the entire show and Charlie felt like a real pirate in his coat and hat. Valerie had even rewarded him before the show while he wore it despite the fact he still hadn’t seen hers yet. She wanted it to be a surprise and based on the sound of Alex’s voice replacing the band he knew it wouldn’t be a surprise for much longer.

“Ready big guy?” Levi asks beside him, a curly black wig stuffed under his hat and still somehow looking cool.

“Not really” Charlie says and he laughs, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close. He knew the week was hard for both him and Valerie, especially since after this they only had two more nights with each other. He hoped it wouldn’t kill his best friend when they finally had to say goodbye.

“It’ll be over before you know it, now break a leg” and that’s when the band plays the familiar sea shanties that open the show.

After reading the script Charlie realized the plot itself didn’t actually have anything to do with the real tale of Treasure Island. Instead Levi stumbles upon a map for treasure hidden at Adler Island and quickly puts together a team. Second act they’re finally out to sea, Charlie the first mate keeping hold of the map for safe keeping, that is until he’s lured to his death by a mermaid, Valerie. Now without a map, Levi has to come up with a plan to still find the treasure. It’s full of adventure and humor, a fun song between Valerie and Levi when he manages to steal the map back. Then it ends out with Levi discovering the treasure had been the Island itself full of all its wonderful campers. It was cheesy, simple, and cute. Charlie was actually proud to be apart of it.

Charlie is nearly blacked out the entire first act, following around Levi, and praying he doesn’t trip up. He practically held back vomit the entire time they sang Pirates Life For Me and he forgot where he stood on the fake ship at least twice. If anyone paid close enough attention they’d find him white knuckled around the fake map but based on the crowds faces, nobody really did. His nerves only lessened when he caught sight of Ezra, leaned back in his chair with his hands resting over his stomach, a neat scotch sat on the table in front of him. The smile he wears looks identical to that of Keating and it’s almost comforting while he tries to play his part.

“Glad I can always trust my loyal first mate!” Levi calls out, a hand clapping on Charlie’s back and he nervously smiles, holding up the map just as he practiced.

“Of course Captain, I’d die before I let this map out of my sight” he returns his line, the foreshadowing a little too heavy.

“I know, that’s why you’re my right hand man. Now why don’t you man the ship, I’m going to try and get some rest” Levi grins, faking a yawn and Charlie nods as Levi disappears through the curtain, leaving him alone on stage. Yet only for a moment.

That’s when he hears the beginning notes of Sea of Love. Valerie appears from side stage looking absolutely stunning in her mermaid costume, so much skin, so perfect. She wears a blue top, knitted snugly over her breasts, it matched the long and tight skirt meant to mimic a mermaid tail. Overtop is a netted shawl, seashells and starfish stuck to it. Her curly hair is laid natural, hanging over her shoulders, dark and alluring. It’s a complete contrast from the bright shiny blue makeup on her face. Everything about her is perfect and he’s damn glad the fake ship wheel is hiding his crotch.

Charlie’s sure the men in the crowd look on with awe to but he’s lucky if he can even remember his next lines. He only comes to when she starts singing, the soft tune reminding him he’s supposed to be awestruck, yet he already was. Remembering his cue he walks to the edge of the fake ship, eyes never leaving her while she continues to sing the song. When her hand curls into the collar of his frilled shirt he’s positive it’s all a dream. Finally she finishes out the song and pulls him over the makeshift railing, its then Charlie can’t help but kiss her despite it not being in the script. The crowd cheers anyway and Charlie’s certain he hears Ezra cheering the loudest when Valerie takes away his map.

Just as Levi predicted, the show is over in a flash. Charlie relieved he didn’t have to participate in the entire thing. The campers give a standing ovation and Charlie actually feels his heart constrict when he realizes this is it. Families will start filtering out tomorrow and he’s not sure he’ll ever come back. It’s nearly bittersweet because without even realizing he actually fell in love with it here. It was always more than just Valerie, he finally found another place that felt like home, and it was almost terrifying in just a week he’d have to start over somewhere new again. Just when he finally got used to it here.

“See! Wasn’t that fun?” Valerie’s in his arms the second the crowd calms and Charlie laughs, holding her close and trying to ignore the mermaid outfit on her form. He was so glad she ended up being a lifeguard.

“It was, it really was” Charlie tells her, squeezing her waist and agreeing for something much bigger than the staff show. Summer camp had actually been fun and now that it was over, he couldn’t help but be a little sad.

“Come on, let’s go and get ready for the after party!” she urges, shimmying out his hold and starting to drag him away. Yet Charlie fights her only slightly, eyes narrowing.

“You’re not taking that off are you?” he asks and Valerie laughs at his serious look. The long shimmery skirt was sort of uncomfortable but the idea of him hiking it up later interested her more.

“No but you are” she tells him and the serious look is quickly replaced by a lustful one. This time more eager to follow her as they rush out of the building, no longer needed for the rest of the summer season.

“Charlie, Valerie!” Ezra’s familiar voice calls, him struggling to keep up with his cane. As much as Charlie wants to run off with Valerie, he turns back to the older man anyway.

“Hey did you like the show?” he asks him, side hugging the man as Valerie joins their side.

“It was brilliant. Valerie you have the voice of an angel, Charlie struggled to keep up but you both were the best part of the show” and Charlie laughs at the teasing from the older guy. All this time he had been caught up in Valerie he never realized it would be Ezra he had to say goodbye to as well.

“Thank you Mr. Levin. We practiced hard and it took a lot of convincing with this one” she points to Charlie as if he’s not there and he rolls his eyes at the two. Always teaming up against him it seems.

“Well either way you two did a fine job. I feel proud like a father would, best show yet” Ezra tells them, hand reaching over his heart and Charlie feels himself get slightly choked up. His own father would’ve never praised him like Ezra was now.

“Thank you Ezra, it means a lot” Charlie tells him and the older man sees the look in his eye, the weight of it all. They really found family within one another.

“You should call your parents, tell them the good work you’ve done tonight. Enjoy the moment” and for the first time Charlie doesn’t fight his pushy nature. He doesn’t return with a remark about how his parents would ruin the moment. Instead he nods because he finally realizes what Ezra had been trying to do this whole time. No relationship would ever be perfect but Charlie was lucky enough to even have it when Ezra was never able to have kids. Charlie needed to try, if not for himself but for Ezra. Only a strong man faces the things in life that are most challenging.

“Will do but we better be off. I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early so I can help you pack” Charlie points to him and Ezra nods, waving a hand at the love struck pair.

“Be good kids, and don’t have too much fun” he tells them and they both quickly wrap him in a hug, embracing him and his kindness. What a good friend he had been indeed.

“By Ezra!” Valerie calls once they let go, Charlie already dragging her away and Ezra laughs, shaking his head at the pair. He only offers one last wave as they disappear into the trees.

Charlie directs them to the boathouse instead of staff camp, clearly back on his original mission. Once inside Valerie is already shoving the heavy jacket off his form and to the ground. Charlie is happy to let her take the lead, grinning when she begins to unbutton his shirt. He feels like a real Pirate and he hopes his mermaid will ride him. “You did so good tonight”

“Me, I was barely in it. You were amazing though, the whole crowd loved you” Charlie tells her when she shoves him into one of the row boats. Valerie smiles, lifting her tail skirt only slightly to step into the boat herself.

“Teenage boys cheered every time I stepped on stage. They liked my outfit more than my singing” and jealousy just barely swirls in Charlie’s stomach as she unbuckles his belt and helps him pull down his pants. He’s already hard, his length jumping up and grazing his abdomen. He’s pretty sure he has been since he saw her in this outfit. Valerie sits him down on the bench seat before fixing the hat on his head.

“Maybe but I’m still the pirate you brought home” Charlie smirks, eyebrows jumping with suggestion and Valerie just laughs, shaking her head at the boy.

“My needy Captain, staking his claim on me, won’t let any of the other sailors have a chance” she says softly, slowly lifting the scaled skirt up her legs. Charlie gulps and watches carefully, hands reaching to the knot of her top.

Once she’s straddled in his lap, his dick hidden underneath her tail and grazing her core, he pulls at the fabric. It slowly falls, leaving her nipples peaking through the netted top and she feels his dick twitch underneath her. She only grins, slowly grinding against his tip, it’s then he feels how wet she is. Even if she didn’t admit it, she had a thing for this whole pirate/mermaid role play thing too. How tragic that in just two days he’d have to say goodbye to her.

“My favorite mermaid is welcome to take advantage of me anytime, especially to make the other sailors jealous” Charlie tells her, hand running through her hair while he enjoyed the sensation of her against him.

“You like having a pretty mermaid in your lap don’t you?” and Charlie doesn’t have to answer because the way his dick jumps between them is answer enough. It’s then her hand disappears under the fabric and lines him with her entrance. The movement makes the rowboat rock slightly beneath them. Somehow that heightens the sensation when she starts sinking onto him.

“I will always like having my pretty mermaid in my lap” Charlie corrects once she flush against him and she smiles. It’s then Charlie can’t take it anymore, strong hands settling on her waist as he lifts and lays her onto the floor of the boat. Without any warning her pounds into her, her moans traveling across the water, and it’s the best thing he’s ever heard.

She looks like a dream underneath him, full breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts under the netting. He’s unable to stop himself from latching his mouth over one of her nipples, some of the netting getting caught with it. She whines desperately, clenching around him while he switches to the other breast. Completely mesmerized and addicted to her. If he’s being honest with himself, no other woman would ever compare and he would just have to accept that for the rest of his life.

“I’m close Captain” Val moans into his ear, his lips trailing up her chest and to her neck. Charlie starts thrusting faster, determined to bring her to finish.

“You’re the prettiest fucking mermaid” Charlie tells her in soft pants, sweat glistening on his brow in an oddly identical way to how they first met. It’s these words that bring Valerie to finish, clamping down on him tightly. Charlie’s hips stutter as he finishes after her, trying his best to please her through the orgasm. When her body finally calms beneath him he lowers his weight onto her, the boat rocking slowly from their previous movements.

“I wish every moment could be just like this” Valerie says after a while, eyes closed and embracing the feeling of the swaying boat. Like a cradle rocking her to sleep and trying to convince her this had all just been a good dream.

“It will be V. You’re brilliant, I have no doubts about that” Charlie answers, not realizing she meant the two of them. She didn’t want to imagine anything else important ever happening without him.

“So are you Charlie Dalton. I just know you’ll do great things” she says, a hand rubbing down his back and Charlie smiles, cuddling her close and deciding tonight had been the happiest night of his life in a very long time.

“Maybe and one day if we’re lucky, those great things might just run into each other”

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[princess-of-the-corner]

Miraculous Gaang

So, General rambling.

1.) So like. My general idea for the Peacock was just that Sozin grabbed a Miraculous to use to sort of “prove his point”, but made a giant senti that went nuts, and he and Roku had to fight it. But, of course, Sozin leaves Roku to die, and runs off after the other miraculous (or tries to). The Peacock Miraculous breaks during this, so Sozin can’t use it without harming himself. He still keeps it, trying to figure out how to fix it, and warning his kids about it. Ozai eventually gives it to his “Mayura” conveniently leaving out that detail, cause what does he care? (This is where the initial “Azula as Mayura” idea came from, but like. I feel like Azula would be smart enough to go “Ok, you haven’t been using it this whole time for a REASON, I am sceptical of your motivations for handing me this.”)

Zhao absolutely works, though who’s your “Avatar!Ty Lee” OC?

-

Ozai getting the Butterfly, was like (broad strokes). So, Gyatso has spent YEARS hiding the Miraculous, but he’s beginning to feel like maybe hiding away isn’t the BEST idea? And he meets someone who really wants to help people, so he convinces himself to lend out the Butterfly. This results in a chain of events that end with this person dying, the Butterfly getting “lost”, and 3-year-old Aang being orphaned. Gyatso ends up adopting Aang, cause he doesn’t have anyone else, and tries to keep a low profile, while also keeping a vague eye out for the Butterfly. I’m not sure if the Butterfly gets “lost” because it was stolen, like either Azulon caused all the drama to steal it, or if it ACTUALLY got lost, and Azulon found it later. Then, like, part of Ozai scheming to kill his dad is because he finds out the old man has the Butterfly, and Ozai wants it. Iroh would be unaware of all of this, focusing on his family, and trying to leave the whole “Hunting Reality Warping Objects Of Power” behind.

2.) Not sure how well this works, but when I tried to envision the Gaang as Heroes, only Zuko was actually wearing a mask, the rest had face paint. Cause I was cross-referencing with the show, and besides Zuko, most of the time, when these kids want to hide their identities, they wear face paint. So, I thought, like. A combo of eye-coverings, masks, face paint? Like.

Zuko’s mask apes the “Blue Spirit” one he wore in the show, but red and gold. His hero outfit is a bit “Fire Nation”-y.

Sokka has a mask, but it covers most of his head, but more “hood” style? His lower face is visible.

Katara has the “Painted Lady” make-up.

Suki has the Kyoshi Warrior face-paint, but snake influenced. Stuff like that.

Oddly attached to Tiger!Toph having eye coverings that are basically a fancy blindfold.

Also names! Names have been knocking around my head, but I only have a few! 

Also also! I’m just going to REALLY lean into my headcanon that the Miraculous weapons are magic and so (within reason) are a bit malleable, and can change a bit to suit the wielder. This is variable, and you may feel free to disregard this portion! Also, as always, open to suggestions!

Ladybug!Sokka - honestly, I feel like “Captain” should be in there somewhere, but not sure. So far, I’ve got “Captain Harmonia” based on Harmonia axyridis, which is a large variety of ladybeetle, also commonly called a harlequin beetle. “Captain Harlequin” could also work, I guess? Costume, Lord Beetle crossed with Water Tribe armor? Oh, and an on running joke that his “Lucky Charms” are either Macgyvre-esque nonsense, or a boomerang. He gets boomerang a LOT. Eventually, he just starts carrying one with him everywhere. Tikki shows him how to make a magic one.

Black Cat!Katara - name, again, got very little. “Panther” something feels appropriate, but also, enh? Are there cats that LIKE swimming? Like. All I really got was “Painted Panther”. Costume … yeah, I got nothing. Also, on weapons, Katara’s water bending manifested a lot as whips, so I feel her staff should have a “cat-o-nine-tails” mode.

Turtle!Aang - Lion Turtle. His hero name should be Lion Turtle. Mostly cause I have zero other ideas. I’m thinking his season 3 monk look, but with sleeves, for his costume, with a hood, maybe some goggles? Weapon … So like. He HAS to have a shield, but I’m really attached to Aang’s glider, so. Is there a way to combine those, you think?

Snake!Suki - um. First thing I thought of was Diamondback? Not sure how well that works … Teal Mamba? Ok, Black Mamba’s are super poisonous, but Teal Mamba sounds silly. Kyoshi Warrior, but like. A bit more form-fitting. Face-paint, and Snake eyes. Weapon is her fans, or if makes a bit more sense, the harp can have a chakram mode.

Tiger!Toph - honestly, first thing that popped into my head was “the Blind Tiger”. Costume a take on her in-show outfit, but with a tail, Kitty ears, and a fancy blindfold. Only one who I don’t see the weapon changing, maybe just giving her some awesome boots, but would she have Clout, Invisibility, or eventually both? Is that her arc, learning to both be seen, but also to hide?

Dragon!Zuko - Name, uncertain? Like, “Blue Spirit” is an actual alias he had in the show, but “Blue Dragon” sounds odd. “Druk” is what he names his ACTUAL dragon, but I see that as his pet iguana. He DOES have a version of the Blue Spirit mask, though, as part of his costume. The sword can easily be the two dao swords he actually uses.

Fox!Azula - uh. Yeah, for Azula I have. Basically nothing. My girl, I am failing you, I am so sorry.

Rabbit!Yue - “Chang'e” is apparently the name of the moon spirit in Chinese folklore, that gets equated with the Moon Rabbit, but I’m not sure how that feels as a name? Got basically nothing for you either, Yue, my darling, forgive me.

Pig!Jin - also nothing here.

Bee!Ty Lee - or for you.

Mouse!Mai - or you, really, my brain is failing all of you.

Other people! Figured out who could be drafted into this if we needed other Miraculous users!

Ox!Haru - Haru, the earthbending guy the Gaang saved from that prison on the water? Katara gave a big speech, but everyone was apathetic, and then later they gave him a dumb moustache.

Monkey!Kuzon - Aang’s friend from the Fire Nation before it all went to hell! Here, he’s Aang’s only real friend before Aang starts going to school! 

Horse!Teo - the kid in the wheelchair, who’s dad made him the glider, so his kid could fly? I like the idea of the wheelchair transforming with Teo, so he’s got some kind of insane ride.

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1.) Okay so my one note is that I think Ozai getting the Butterfly should be more recent. I don’t think he would’ve waited

Also the OC! She’s uh. Actually her name is funny because I chose Noriko completely forgetting that got used in the comics for Ursa’s new identity and I thought about renaming her but the name’s stuck.

I made her initially for the Avatar!Ty Lee AU because since Azula joined the Gaang, I needed someone to fill the roles she had in Canon re: the major antagonist for Book 2 and a side-threat in Book 3.

But she’s. I say ‘Nathalie but more unhinged and evil’ but she’s literally the Harley to Ozai’s Joker(yes that’s a joke on his VA). She matches his freak in being a power hungry asshole down to murder. Like her introduction is saying ‘wow I can’t wait to kick off my honeymoon with the execution of my traitorous step-children!’.

2.) Actually I really like this idea of everyone having various facepaint for masks. And Zuko having a proper mask makes sense because he still has his scar, so he’d feel like face paint wouldn’t really hide his identity as well.

The rest of the notes on outfits are great!

Haru can work, as can Teo. Kuzon is debatable in the sense of like. We don’t ever really get to see him in canon so idk how to handle him.

[fabdante]

Currently thinking about reboot Dante trying to figure out a good disguise to go around doing vigilante and demon hunting stuff, post-Limbo collapse. Because yeah, the world knows about demon now, but he's still probably a wanted criminal, and he's got Kat to protect besides, so maybe he'd try to keep a low- or at least lower- profile, y'know?

Thought about him using Vergil's old Order mask, but I doubt Dante would find that idea appealing. One, because it's VERGIL'S old symbol, for the future Vergil was building (the one where he and Dante rule over the humans, which Dante wants no part of); two, because it feels weird enough impersonating his maybe dead twin brother for money stealing purposes- there's only so much of dressing up like Vergil that Dante can stand; and three, and this is mostly just my opinion, but the mask looks kinda goofy, and Dante wants something cooler. And also something that actually covers his hair and head more, y'know?

Anyway, landed on the idea of Dante putting on his parents' old armor- whichever pieces actually fit him, tbh. Unless both sets of armor just magically adjusted to fit him, which would be kinda cool. But I like the idea of Dante wearing pieces from both his parents' armors, just because ~symbolism~. (Could also see him having to patch together different pieces of armor, since Eva's armor probably got damaged in Mundus' attack on their house. Kinda not a great idea to wear armor with a gaping hole in the chest and back pieces, y'know?)

(I'm ignoring the curb-stomp battle that probably happened in canon, because the idea of Eva making the bastard bleed before he killed her soothes me. Eva totally had an awesome last stand against Mundus, wreathed in fiery, angelic light and holy wrath and wearing armor and wielding a flaming sword. Sparda told me himself. It was glorious- even if she lost.)

Anyway, Dante with a full face helmet. Even if he ends up ditching or losing other pieces of the armor, I kinda liked the idea of him sticking with the full face helmet. Dudes just out her killing demons looking like a fuckin' Mandalorian, it's great.

Also, Kat spray painting his armor to match his style more. And maybe adding her own little personal touches to it, too. Like a little way for her to still be there with him, even if they're apart, y'know?

I know he'd probably have his identity figured out eventually, and maybe he wouldn't even try to hide any more... but I thought I'd share, just to see what you think of it. Thoughts?

Honestly I've always kind of figured that, with the societal collapse in Limbo City, everyone would be kind of busy with other stuff that tracking down Dante for any crimes would kind of on the back burner (like tracking down anyone with current warrants) It'd just be a lot of use of resources during a time where there's not a lot of those to go around in the city and the surrounding areas are going to be in disaster relief mode while globally everyone adjusts to the fact demons are both real and all around them. Plus, I figured there might be some revaluation of some crimes due to the fact demons are now confirmed to be real. Now, of course, the justice system is corrupt and slow, but Dante also does have the fact he knows this threat and is clearly adept to it in his favor. Like if I were the over stretched remnants of Limbo Cities police system my priority would not be tracking down the guy with a long track record who is currently trying to hunt the demons also and rebuild the city, even if I was a shitty cop (like he'd at least be making my job as a shitty cop easier while I cope with the fact demons are 1- real and 2- currently trying to kill me).

That said the idea of Dante using Eva and Sparda's armor, to disguise himself, is really fun! I've always been a proponent of Eva as a soldier in her own right like Sparda (something I think is backed up by some implications in game, particularly the interesting fact that Phineas only suggests killing Liliths baby after he mentions Dante reminds him of Eva to, suggesting this is something Eva would do. also the fact there's angel weapons for Dante to use in the families ancestorial sword. also that it'd just be cool idk).

I've always loved designs that mix togeather armor elements. Like home made with crafted pieces and ancestral bits and bobs and so on and so forth. Like designs like Jets from ATLA and what not. And spray painting them, mixing the classical with the modern I think is a very fun concept!

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - July 16

 Hello, friends! Short list this week because I spent several days re-reading a favorite of mine. Enjoy the list and be sure to leave your authors a comment/kudos! 

What do you think of the new banner?? 

***Recent favorites

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***Enchanted by iam93percentstardust

This night is sparklin', don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushin' all the way home

I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

~

Steve starts making his way back towards the directions of the cars, wanting to greet her, only to stop dead when he realizes who her date is.

Natasha has brought Tony with her.

Tony of the pictures, of the stories, of Steve’s infatuated little heart even though he’s never met him in person.

***once in a lifetime by meidui 

“You should be worried that I'll break into your apartment, steal your identity and flee the country with all your money,” Steve says, one arm slung lazily across Tony's chest, playing with the key to his safe. “You shouldn't go around handing out keys to people, you know.”

Tony makes a low, offended noise and grabs Steve’s chin, making him laugh. “Is that what you think I do?”

bake my breath away by earliebirb 

Steve develops a crush on one of his bakery's regulars, charming businessman-slash-inventor Tony Stark. He is not stupid enough to think Tony would ever like him back, though.

Besides, Tony is already in a relationship.

As it turns out, Steve might have been wrong about a couple of things.

A Place In My Mind by KandiSheek 

The Avengers all swap bodies, with Steve ending up in Ironman's. It's a nightmare for multiple reasons, mostly because Steve has no idea who Ironman actually is, and he'd rather die than be the one to expose his friend's well-kept secret.

What Ironman doesn't know is that Steve has a secret of his own. One of the mushy, romantic kind. And being this close to Ironman, after all these years of desperately wanting it?

It just might be a bigger temptation than he can resist.

Dark Matter by RurouniHime 

A mission goes wrong with troubling consequences for Steve. (Based in the world of sabrecmc's Celestial Navigation and its sequel Orbital Mechanics)

an anger that you crush and fuel by starvels (dinosaur)

“I’m mad at you,” Natasha says, gripping Steve’s collar so tight the shirt seams strain.

Steve glances down at her hand, and his arm quivers beside her head. “I know,” he says, voice rough.

Symmetry Breaking by Annie D (scaramouche)

After the Battle of New York, Steve rode off on his motorbike. That's how it went the first time.

This time he rides back, all the way to Stark Tower, where he asks Tony for help.

The God of Solid Life Advice by kehinki

It's 2012. Steve is just informed by Loki that Bucky's alive.

Loki also tells him some other things.

The Hazards of Falling in Love (Rescue Me) by EmmaLostInWonderland 

“So that’s your name?” Rogers hasn't looked away from him once. His eyes are a piercing blue, and Tony barely manages to keep from squirming under his gaze.

“Yeah. Or Telecommunications Operator Stark, if we’re getting technical about it.”

“Are we?”

Tony tilts his head slightly. “Depends. Can I call you Steve?”

The man grins. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Tony.”

// Tony Stark doesn't date firemen. But he'll make an exception for Battalion Chief Steve Rogers.

written for BladeoftheNebula as part of the Stony Loves Steve 2023 Gift Exchange

Trying not to lose my sensibility by Girl_Back_There 

In the weeks leading up to his heat, Steve rethinks about his relationship with Brock. And his fading friendship with Tony.

i'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone by iam93percentstardust 

The real reason Tony wanted to do this movie, the one that he'll never tell anyone about, was because when he’d asked his agent who would be playing Chris, she’d slyly smiled at him and told him that it was Steve Rogers.

“Oh,” he’d squeaked, cleared his throat, and tried again in a more normal octave, but by then it was too late. Natasha had laughed at him and made the call without even waiting for him to agree to the audition.

He’s not quite sure if he should thank her or fire her for that.

Chamber of Reflection by Thahire 

A few years after retiring, Steve and Tony get a surprise visit from another Steve. Steve Rogers from Earth 1610 is lost, grappling with the new century he’s been unceremoniously dropped in, with confusing feelings for his new teammate, with himself.

Steve and Tony decide to get involved.

Soft Robotics by isozyme 

“I promise this is all non-toxic. The silicone is medical-grade, even.”

Steve makes a choking noise. “I would hope so,” he says, going bright, tomato red as he says it.

Tony makes some cool robots. Steve makes an assumption.

***Celestial Navigation by sabrecmc

Celestial Navigation: 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

[mayrine]

Since I don’t have anyone irl to brainrot to about qsmp I’m writing it here  SO here are my qsmp headcanons that have little to no proof  at all !!!  btw every time i quote something just know that it is from the qsmp wiki

Because Trump was very good at math and Leo wasn't, he would help her with homework (they were also best friends)

Since Trump was very shy, Leo would have to drag him to play with the other eggs but she and trump would often take brakes during playtime when trump felt overwhelmed and Leo would stay with him until he calmed down

Both Trump and Bobby are very round, almost spherical

The reason Fit spoils Ramon so much is because he is sorry for letting him die and now that he has one life left, Fit wants his son to have the best life possible even tho this is making Ramon kinda snobbish

Ramon is lazy because he is scared of going outside. He would rather sleep and stay inside then risk dyeing again. The reason he began going outside besides making his dad less worried is because of  Dapper and Chayanne. But after the kidnaping he is worse then ever. Being scared to even leave his room if fit isn't besides him Because of this, Ramon and Dapper are working on a construction so they can communicate even when they're apart. Chayanne tries to help but, because he doesn't know anything about redstone, he mostly stand to the side and tries not to brake anything

Dapper was a bigger and taller egg then Leo and he would make fun of her for being little. But after hatching, Leo got his dads godly height and is now much taller then dapper and is CONSTANTLY making fun of them

Since Leonarda is dyslexic(and trump can't help them anymore) she has Dapper help her with homework and insist on paying him even tho he told her multiple times that it isn't necessary. In the end Dapper accepts the money but later he gives it to Foolish

Chayanne wants to be like his brother Techno so he dies his hair pink and often tries to talk to the other kind about anarchy before quickly getting stopped by the adults. He is very attached to all the eggs and sees them as his siblings and would do anything to protect them

Richarlyson and Bobby often get into fights before Chayanne has to break them up. After the initial rocky start to their friendship, they became good friend but still keep up a fake rivalry, but the truth is that they deeply care and admire each other. When they fight, the other eggs bet on who would be the winner with Ramon and Leo being the ones that bets the most Richarlyson is the "baby" of the group and he likes that Bobby doesn't treat him like a little kid

Tallulah, just like Chayanne, cares deeply about family. She tries to find out more about Willburs history, but is met with vague answers  that don't satisfy her. She tries to learn as much about the other eggs as possible, even the ones that aren't here anymore and tries to honor them as much as she can. The reason Tallulah beanie red is because she learn that Tilins ribbon was red and wanted to make Quackity a little happier Her taste buds are fucked up because she ate dirt for so long so now she can't taste things She also writes songs about the other eggs

Tilins always wears her ribbon, resulting in it getting very dirty very fast but she still refused to take it down. Quackity has to steal it while she sleeps in order to wash it. But he also has a drawer full of identical red ribbons in case the one that she is currently wearing gets desrtoyed

Flippa is the most extroverted out of the eggs and is always daring the egg to to dangerous things. When Quackity would leave Tilin alone, Flippa would be there to comfort her because she understood what it felt like to not have your parents pay attention to you Slime and Mariana would often fight and would leave the house to cool down, leaving Flippa alone She was the elder queer of the eggs and would help them navigate there gender identity and helping them to come out

ALL of the eggs have autism. Their specials interests being: Tilin - guns, fashion Juanaflippa - bombs, gymnastics Leonarda - photography, building Dapper - reading, animals, collecting stuff Tallulah - music, history Chayanne - combat, potatoes Bobby - combat, painting Richalyson - football      Trump - politics, weapons  Ramon - animals, redstone

The eggs draw on their shells

[spectrechosts]

If Anything Could Ever Be This Good Again - Chapter 5

The Shining Rangers are splintered, and a new team rises from the ashes.

Full Series

Tara dropped a handful of gems into a big cardboard box with a satisfying clink.

"Okay," She said, "That's Canary, Flamingo, Peacock, and Tangerine."

"Huh. Lotta birds in that batch." Said Phoebe, crossing them out on a checklist and looking over a wall of plans. "That rounds out the yellows and pinks."

"And blues."

"What? There should be one more blue besides Azure."

"…You, babe. You're the last one."

"Oh. Right. Then all we're missing is three reds, one more orange, two purples, two greens, and Azure herself." Phoebe said, capping a marker.

"Any leads?" Tara asked, handing her a cup of coffee.

"Nope." Phoebe said, taking the cup in both hands and sipping from it. "Azure hasn't been seen in almost two weeks, HQ is abandoned, Rangers aside from that group you just got have been operating independently if at all."

Tara wrapped her arms around her and rested her chin on her head.

"You know, I don't think I could ever have done this without you."

"My girl says she wants the Shining Rangers destroyed, the Shining Rangers get destroyed."

"How chivalrous. But I mean it, I was just lashing out before I had you on my side and now- Now you have plans, you're like calculating and methodical and-"

"Cold?" Phoebe asked, smiling.

"I wasn't going to say it. Now it's like, we're actually going to do this. And once they're gone we're gonna have like, a better magical girl team. One that tries to fix problems instead of just being cops."

"I'm still not entirely sure how we're going to get that team made. We'll need someone else to get it started, our identities aren't exactly secret. And I think you could have figured out 'stealing their gems so they can't come back later' eventually."

"Mm, I have my moments of brilliance." Tara said. "But while we're on that part of your planning, what uh, what are we doing with them? Because the box is pretty heavy now and I don't know if it's great to just, have a bunch of dubious magical power sources under our bed."

"Hmm. I wanted to save the next step until we had them all, but the stragglers could take a while to round up, and someone could just come take them all back. Maybe we should just deal with the box now and any other gems we pick up we'll figure out as we get them.

"Sounds good to me."

"Ehhhhhhhh yeah fuck it, let's do this."

"Cool. What's the plan?"

~

"This is the plan?" Tara said, shivering in the winter night air of the construction site they had snuck into.

"It's the best I could think of." Phoebe said. "I don't want to risk destroying them, and I don't want anyone finding them."

"So we're just… dumping them in a big hole?"

"Not any big hole. We're dumping them where they're about to lay the foundation for a skyscraper. I saw it in an episode of Columbo, they're gonna be under tonnes of concrete that nobody can dig up without permits."

"Did Columbo dig it up?"

"Well- yes, but he's Columbo. Nobody's gonna dig these up. They have no reason to even think anything is down there."

"Okay, so let's dump 'em"

"Well, hang on." Phoebe said. "We should… Say something? This is a big deal, this is like, the end. We do this and there's no chance of the Shining Rangers ever recovering."

"Okay, um... you go first."

Phoebe thought for a moment. "The Shining Rangers were a bunch of psuedo-cop mean girls, and this city will be better off without them. I don't know where these gems came from, and I guess I never will, but I know that they're more trouble than they're worth. I blame them entirely for all the harm I caused to innocent people after mine broke, and I think that no matter how many villains there are we'll all be safer with them entombed in this pit."

Tara nodded.

"That was nice." She said. "The Shining Rangers suck ass, these gems suck ass, I hope Azure shows up so I can drag her to Venus and leave her there."

"That's all you have to say?"

"Yup. Fuck alllllllllllll of this."

"Okay. Dump it."

Tara upturned the box into the pit, dozens of gemstones disappearing into the depths.

"Hm. Feels anticlimactic."

Phoebe shrugged.

"Azure's still out there, we don't know what she's up to." She said. "I'm gonna find someplace to hide out until this gets filled in, make absolutely sure. You can go wait at home."

"I'll stay, we can wait together." Tara said, stuffing her hands into her pockets for warmth.

"Tara, I'm going to be cold either way. You can go get warm."

"I'll live, babygirl. C'mon."

~

15 months later

"You're not listening to me, I'm telling you that those two are known supervillains!"

"Okay, miss Azure, I don't know who you think Guardians Synth-Metal and Coldwave are-"

"Look at the photos!"

"I'm looking, they don't look that similar in my opinion. Now I know you don't want to hear it but-"

"They look the SAME!"

"-But, the Shining Rangers are no longer recognized by the International Magical Girl Association as the protective force of this municipality-"

"But those two are-"

"Miss, those two saved several busses full of children from a volcano that appeared under their school yesterday morning. Even if I did believe you, which I don't, why would I want to stop them?"

"I- But- But they're villains!" Azure whined.

"And if they do anything villainous, we'll take care of it. Until then, this is Musical Guardian turf and we don't appreciate you harassing our members."

"But-"

"Grindcore, please get her out of here."

"Wh- Jet? Jet you know me! You know I'm right!" She protested, as Musical Guardian Grindcore escorted her from the building. "This isn't over!"

All was quiet at the Musical Guardian front desk, and then once they were sure she was gone Phoebe and Tara poked their heads out from a doorway.

"Thanks for getting rid of her, Hyperpop." Phoebe said.

"No problem." Said Hyperpop. "You guys off to try and talk to the Mushroom Monarch again?"

"Regrettably yes." Tara sighed. "She should've sprouted up a few hours ago, she'll be making her move anytime now."

"I have pamphlets on the environmental benefits of fungal composting at the municipal level!" Phoebe said, eyes sparkling. "This time she'll listen."

"Mm. I see why Azure is so afraid of you two." Hyperpop said, scrolling on her phone.

"I still don't get why we don't deal with her ourselves." Complained Tara.

"Because we're already in an incredibly precarious legal position." Said Phoebe. "Killing people who annoy us undercuts our whole 'nonviolent criminal reform' thing."

"But baaaabe. Just think about it: Venus."

[lividria]

ttyd theory with literally no evidence

i came up with this this morning while half-asleep so if it sucks don't judge me

by the way spoilers for chapter 4, a bit of 6 and almost every important plot point in the final chapter including the final boss

the three shadows also had their identities taken away at some point which is why they're just these unexplained purple shadow people (and why vivian is the chapter 4 partner besides her being trans contributing to the chapter's theme and all that), but they've since made new identities which gave them actual traits instead of just being silhouettes like what happened with mario, idk if they were related before the thing happened or if they're a found family type deal now but that doesn't really matter either way

doopliss hanging out with them is actually kinda fucked with this recontextualization and i find that really funny, identity stealer hanging out with the (sorta) identityless, which is probably why beldam is an asshole to him and doesn't even call him by his name, but idk maybe he wanted to help reverse their identity removal somehow or was just curious about how tf they created new identities and joining the team was a part of his investigation alongside getting revenge on mario (i say, knowing i'm just trying to make doopliss a good person in this scenario)

where this gets actually interesting is how the shadow queen seems to be the same species as the shadow trio, beldam & marilyn held allegiance to her and SQ knew them, so maybe when the old heroes were dealing with them they stripped their identities in an attempt to defeat them (which obviously didn't work lol), or their identities being stolen motivated them to do evil or something idk i could see that i would also want to kill the people who took my name but that might make the shadow queen too sympathetic of an antagonist lol

i feel like you can work the peach vessel stuff into this but i can't figure out how since it's not the doopliss-style identity steal, if anyone has any ideas let me know i feel like that could lead somewhere cool

[kincalling]

Hello! I'm Nightmare 'Sans' (the Uncorrupted version, pls do not refer to me as Passive) from Dreamtale! (Undertale AU)

I'm looking for basically anyone, but especially Dream

This is mostly a sourcecall, more than a canoncall, bc I really want sourcemates, but also if you want to compare memories I'm more than happy to do that!! :]

I remember calling Corrupted!Nightmare "Nox" (bc I was not about to let him steal my identity), and following him around as a ghost, and I also remember being transmasc (not entirely sure how that worked as a skeleton but I'm working with what I've got here)

Dream, in my canon, was unaware that Nox and I were seperate beings, and therefore he believed that Nox was just, Me™, and didn't know that I was there as a ghost

I remember being able to interact with Dust bc of ghost shenanigans, as well as Killer and Cross (and in turn, XChara), but they ignored me for the most part

The only thing I ask of you is to be nice and don't be weird about me or (ESPECIALLY) about my kintype as I am a minor (16) and my kintype is quite literally 6 years old (500+ as a ghost but that's besides the point)

Please message me at @starboys-fictionkin-stuff or reblog/like the post and I'll reach out to you! (Messages and/or reblogs are preferred)

⚡️

[metamorphosisff]

|Chapter 15| I’ve Got No Place

“Ms. Cortez, if you can think of anything else that will be helpful for our report, please don’t hesitate to call,” Officer Kelly says, holding a business card with his information in his hand.

I use the hand that isn’t holding an ice pack to my face to take it and stuff it into my pocket. There wasn’t anything else to tell as I already gave them the complete rundown when they got here. My eyes rove over the damage that is luckily contained to the living room and kitchenette as he continues. 

“He has priors and has a bench warrant out for other charges so with this on top? He won’t be bothering you or anyone else for a very long time,” Officer Kelly adds as his partner and a few other uniformed officers wrap up making the mess worse in their process of cataloging what happened. Under their boots are my abuela’s ashes from the urn that was sent crashing into the wall.

I just want them all gone. 

I need them all gone.

I need to process the fact that Trevor really showed his ass this evening and destroyed my home. Violated my space with his rage and my body with his fists, all because I wouldn’t return his advances earlier this morning when I went to the bodega. He waited until I came home from work to follow me into my building. With him hot on my heels there hadn’t been enough time to get inside of my apartment and lock him out. So we argued, then we fought, and I managed to stab him which bought me time to lock myself in the bathroom where I stayed until the police arrived.

Nodding my head, I said, “Good riddance. I appreciate all of your help but if we’re done here, I’d like to call it a night.”

“Oh yes, of course, and if you go to the doctor or urgent care, that bill can be expensed if you decide to take this to trial,” Officer Kelly says.

“Duly noted,” I said.

And ignored.

I wasn’t giving Trevor any more of my time after tonight. Whatever happens to him, happens. Besides Black women seldom found justice in the court system. I couldn’t afford to put myself through that torture just to be left hanging in the end. Finally taking a cue from my body language, Officer Kelly gathers up his fellow officers and one by one they all exit my home. I’m just about to close the door when I hear my name being called out by the voice I wished to hear hours ago. Pulling the door back open, Xavier comes into view looking identical to me.

“What happened to your face?” we ask each other in unison. 

I step back and usher him into my apartment because my neighbors have already gotten one show this evening. I’m so glad that both Mari and Papi went to stay with their cousins for the weekend. I didn’t have to watch them make the face Xavier is while glancing at the carnage in the living room.

“Jamila,” he breathes out, slowly turning back in my direction. “What happened? You were texting me like you were about to…about to commit suicide.”

His eyes are lined with tears and he looks off to the side in order to blink them away in relief. I can see why he thought that because when I was in the bathroom I had been scared. I had thought that Trevor was going to kill me but before he did I wanted to tell Xavier all of the ways he made my life worth living again. I wanted to tell him I loved him. I didn’t want to paint the timeline of a situation that so eerily echoed the cousin he still mourned. 

“No, no, no,” I said, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. “No, that’s not why I sent those.”

“Then what happened? Because I was scared shitless on the way over here,” he said, turning to face me again. “And your apartment is…”

The damage is heavy, the weight of it steals the rest of his sentence. I fill in the silence with an explanation. 

“Trevor popped back up. We had some words this morning that he wasn’t too happy with because it ended with me telling him to go to hell,” I said, anger humming underneath the surface of my skin as I relived the argument in my mind.

I start to pace even though my hip throbs in protest from being shoved down onto the coffee table but I need to move. It’s the only way I can get the story out for the second time without letting frustration wash over me.

“Fast forward to tonight and I…I had my headphones on as I was walking home. I didn’t notice that he had been following me until I was only one flight of stairs away from the door,” which was a habit I had been trying to break to avoid a situation like this but today was a long one. I wanted to unwind a bit by listening to my favorite podcast on the train and since the episode was almost finished by the time I got off, I decided to continue listening. I should have listened to my instincts and waited instead.

“The moment I unlocked it, he pushed us both inside. He starts saying how I’m acting like I’m too good for him now and a bunch of other bullshit. I tell him about himself and remind him that he’s not entitled to me. It escalated from there, he slapped and pushed me and I fell. He tried to sit on me but I was still holding my keys which had a knife on it. I stabbed him in the shoulder at the same time I kicked him in the stomach. Then I bolted into the bathroom. Luckily, I had the thought to put my phone into my back pocket. When he couldn’t break down the bathroom door, he went back to destroying the apartment,” I said.

He destroyed photos of my parents, precious moments of time from when they were good to me, gone. He destroyed furniture. He destroyed my laptop. He destroyed food. He destroyed my sense of peace in the only place I could get it. My home. That is what lay in ruin in his wake.

“Baby…I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry this happened to you,” he said, shaking his head while walking towards me. Reaching out, he lightly grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms. I fell into his embrace because it was needed but a frown formed on my face when he winced the moment I squeezed him.

Stepping back slightly, I said, “Why did you jump? And what happened to your face?”

“Babe we can talk about that later, it’s not important, this is-

“No,” I said, pulling away from him then. “I want to know why you weren’t able to answer my calls. Another incident with Granddad?”

His lip was busted, his left eye bruised and swollen. Those were the bruises I could see but who knew what was going on underneath his t-shirt. Granddad had hit him in the face before so it wasn’t a reach to assume that was the case.

“Nah, I had a boxing match tonight that Aiden set up to help get me out of the funk I’ve been in. That’s why I didn’t answer the phone but when I saw your messages I rushed over here,” he said.

Taking another step back, I shook my head. My ears had to be deceiving me because what he said just wasn’t computing. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? A boxing match?”

“There was no way for me to know tonight would end like this Mila,” he said.

“No, there wasn’t but here I am trying to rationalize that maybe something with granddad came up or your father but no you were out doing this,” I said pointing to his face.

He took a deep breath as he shook his head at me but I didn’t care about his growing frustration. It didn’t surmount mine. 

“You,” I said, pointing a finger at him. “You, you were the one who said ‘call me if anything with him ever goes down again’, that was you. You made it seem like you would be there.”

My eyes are lining with tears faster than I can get under control and they betray me by sliding down my cheeks. He tries to take a step closer but I shake my head, denying him access to my space. I don’t miss the flash of pain that shines through his eyes. I wonder if it matches mine.

“Mila, baby, I am here. Standing right here beside you. I didn’t hesitate to come to you the moment I felt something was off,” he said, but it was like his words were flying around my ears.

I couldn’t resonate with them or find the normal comfort I usually did when he spoke to me. All I found was mounting anger because all I heard was an excuse.

“Two hours later Xavier. While he was in here tearing everything apart, I was reaching out to you,” I sniffled, mad at myself.

This is what happens when you let people in. When you believe they won’t disappoint you like everyone else. A sob tears through my chest causing my shoulders to bounce and I want to scream. Xavier stands stunned, torn between wanting to comfort me and wanting to respect the boundary I’ve drawn. I’m torn too because I want to be in his arms more than anything but I can’t. This kind of disappointment cuts into me like glass, clean and efficiently. 

“Crazy thing is I believed you! I-I-I,” my words were tripping over my sobs but I forced the rest of them out. “I fucking believed that you would actually be there when it counted. When it mattered.”

He took a step back then, the impact of my words pushing him away.Those eyes, those damn eyes, actually had the audacity to look hurt but I don't care. In this moment, my pain trumps his. 

“That’s not fair. I didn’t know what was going on,” he repeats. 

“Yeah and that’s the point,” I sniffled, roughly wiping at my face. “I was locked in the bathroom, scared out of my mind, and I panicked. It was an emergency so I know I should have called 911 first, that’s what we’re all taught to do, but in the moment I called you. I just…”

“If I would have known what was going on don’t you think that I would have been here? That I would have helped you? It kills me that I wasn’t here Jamila and that’s something I have to live with but I’m here now. I’m here,” he says, eyes pleading with me to understand but I don’t want to.

I don’t want to understand. I don’t want to listen. I don’t want to talk anymore because I don’t have the words to express what I’m feeling. My face hurts and my temples are pounding with a headache that is threatening to shut my entire body down. I don’t have the energy to listen to anything Xavier has to say. Not tonight and probably not tomorrow either.

“I think you should go home. I’m good, everything is handled. I don’t need you here,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

He takes a step closer and tries to reach for my hand but I keep them firmly tucked underneath my arms. “Mila, please don’t push me away right now. Baby please don’t do this.”

Tears spill onto my cheeks as I shake my head. “I’m tired Xavier,” I sniffled, trying to control the river flowing from me. There are several rounds of sobs threatening to burst from me and I no longer want an audience. “I’m tired of being an afterthought. I’m tired of being accommodating. I’m tired of always having to figure out how to survive other people’s bullshit. And above all of that? I’m tired of not being listened to. Please don’t make me repeat myself.”

He nods his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets before walking towards me. He stops right in front of my feet and though a part of me doesn’t want to, I meet his eyes anyway. He’s not afraid to show me his tears while I’m fighting through showing him mine. Leaning down, I hold my breath as he places a kiss against my forehead. 

“I love you too Mila. Know that and never forget it. I’m going to call you tomorrow.”

I nod my head but we both know that I won’t answer. He presses another kiss to my forehead and a quick one to the corner of my mouth before slipping through the door. As I lock it, I can’t help but feel as if it might be the last time he ever does. My bottom lip trembles as I sink onto the floor. Weighed down by all of the losses that occurred before I could even catch my breath.