#but I don't know if either of them can do proper ]damage to tear the hands apart

[swan2swan]

I don't know how Round 2 of the Pernida battle is going to go, but it does look like Barragan and Starrk might be able to defeat his first phase in a combined battle, if not alone (assuming they're not on Pernida's turf where they can't fly and need a foothold).

Mayuri firing off exploding souls was able to tear Pernida apart, so there's no reason to suspect that Starrk's wolves wouldn't do the same.

And I don't know how Pernida would be able to attack Barragan with his nerve attacks; his nerves would rot before touching him, and even if he could launch enough, they wouldn't be able to contact Barragan long enough to take him over.

I'm obviously not giving either of them a victory over a Staffel member, because these guys are the Final Bosses, but they should be fast enough, clever enough, and hacked enough to survive the first round.

What happens next, on the other hand...

[steddielations]

ao3 | hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, pre s4

"Hello? Ed, is that you? What's all that noise? What's goin' on?" 

"Wayne, can you come pick me up ... I’m at a party at the Harringtons’ house ... I don't wanna talk about it, man … Can you please just come get me? Please." 

Eddie hangs up the phone and swallows down the lump in his throat. 

He refuses to cry in Steve Harrington's kitchen.

Making his way through all the teenagers crowding this soulless house, he blinks the fog from his eyes. No tears are gonna take him back to half an hour ago, shooting the shit with his dad in the van, happily ignoring years worth of bloody hatchets and skeletons between them. 

While Eddie was desperate for it to be real this time, dear old dad hadn’t changed at all, taking off with Eddie’s van the second he came inside to scope out the party. Sorry to all the manicured girls of Loch Nora that pay pretty pennies for his shitty joints, but his stash is long gone, along with all the cash he made the last few days. 

It’s all in the wind with Al Munson like always.

The muggy air washes over Eddie when he steps outside, rubbing his eyes against the cool sting of wetness brimming in them. He’s not gonna cry in front of Steve Harrington’s pool either, even if he’s alone out here. 

It’s like a different dimension from the crowd inside, but everyone knows the pool is off limits, though no one seems to know why. Everyone just falls in line to the will of the king. Whatever, Eddie doesn’t give a shit he just needs a minute to breathe. He needs a damn cigarette, too, but of course, his smokes were in the van.

“Hey Munson, you sold out already or something?”

Eddie’s hands drop from his face, whipping around to where the voice came from. Caught off guard, embarrassment rises in his cheeks under the gaze of the man himself, Harrington. There’s an almost eerie blue glow casting off the water where he’s sitting poolside in a deck chair, strangely alone out here when he’s got a whole party inside.

Eddie clears his throat, trying to shield his vulnerability from a moment ago, “Nah man, all my shit was stolen.”

“That bites. Do you know who took it?” Harrington sounds oddly… concerned. “I bet it was that dickhead, Hargrove. I kicked him out like 10 minutes ago.”

“What’s it to you?” Eddie shoots back, instinctively distrustful, hackles raised like a cornered animal. He’s already taken a knife to the back tonight.

Harrington holds up a hand as if to ease him, like somehow in all his prim Polo-wearing properness, he’s used to handling wild things. “Just figured maybe I could help you get it back.”

“Why do you care?” Maybe Eddie’s being too defensive, it’s not like Harrington has ever given anyone hell like Hargrove or Hagan, but they’re all one in the same right? Or maybe Harrington really was ousted from the throne like the rumors in the hallways say. Eddie’s got more on his mind right now than the intricacies of Hawkins High pecking order. 

“Uh, because it’s my house and I don’t want some thief around? Jesus you’re prickly, dude.” With an eyeroll, Harrington waves him over to the empty chair next to him. “Here, just sit down and relax for a sec. We’ll see if we can figure it out.”

Eddie hesitates, feeling like it has to be some kind of trap, but there’s no one else around. Harrington’s never done more than stand by while his jock buddies do their damage to whoever or call Eddie a freak under his breath a couple times, but who hasn’t? Eddie encourages it, even. What would Harrington get out of pulling anything now when it’s not for show?

Honestly, Eddie’s just trying to rationalize it because he could really use the beer that’s also up for grabs, offered with an outstretched hand.

So Eddie stalks over to the empty chair, warily sitting down as if it might snap him inside like a snare. His nerves are all frazzled. Between his dad’s little stunt and now the king of the jocks (former king?) is handing Eddie an open beer that he’s taken a sip from himself, give him a break. Eddie mellows out a tad after a couple chugs.

“Do you have any clue who took it?” Harrington asks, way too much concern in the line between his brows than he should be able to fake for Eddie.

“No one here.”

Eddie sort of wishes it was that simple. A stranger would only hurt his pockets, instead of this bone-deep betrayal he should’ve seen coming. He doesn’t even care about the money, or his van, it’s deeper than that. It aches somewhere the booze can’t wash away. He squeezes the cool bottle in his grasp, blaming the contents for what he woefully admits next.

“It was my pops, man. He ran off with my van and everything in it.”

For some reason, it’s embarrassing to say. Either secondhand for his old man pulling something so low-down, or just his own pride for falling for it. He stares at the unnaturally still water in front of him, instead of meeting the gaze beside him.

He can feel Harrington taking in it, questioning it. Maybe he’s wondering how a father could screw over his own son like that, or maybe he’s thinking everyone knows that’s exactly what Al Munson would do, and Eddie— especially Eddie, should’ve known that.

Even Jeff warned him this time too, having been there since the days that Al would bring Eddie a new bike when he won big at the casino, then steal it back the next week to sell when he lost. Seems like Eddie was the only idiot willing to give his dad another chance, even blowing off band practice the last couple days to spend time with him.

“Your van, huh?” Is what Harrington finally says, soft for some reason. “I could give you a ride home. Forest Hills, right?”

That’s… not what Eddie was expecting at all. Just picturing that hotrod that’s all the rage in the school parking lot kicking up gravel in the trailer park rubs him wrong. It’s all off-beat, Eddie feels so far off his center that he’s normally so sure of. All he can do is push back to try and find it again.

“What, you’re gonna ditch your party to slum it on the wrong side of Hawkins with me? Don’t worry about it, I called my uncle.”

Looking over, he sees how Harrington almost looks disappointed by that.

“Yeah okay, but I don’t really care about this party,” he says, not even trying to pass it off in a ‘cool’ way, he just seems put off by it, “Graduation’s coming up, y’know, it was Tommy’s idea. I should’ve said no, I don’t give a shit about it. Or Tommy.”

Again, not what Eddie was expecting. He feels a thud in his stomach at the mention of graduation, yet another failure under his belt. “Well I’m not graduating, so does it count as that kinda party if you’re out here with the super senior freak?” 

“Guess we’re just having a shitty dads party then,” Harrington tries for what Eddie assumes is a reassuring smile, because for whatever reason in this twisted reality, Steve Harrington is trying to comfort him. 

Him, Eddie Munson.

But it ends up striking an already sensitive nerve.

“What do you even know about it?” Eddie scoffs.

Harrington’s smile drops, snapping back, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

A bitter laugh bubbles up in Eddie’s throat. He hates how it sounds as awful as he feels. Gesturing with the beer in his hand, he states the obvious, “Look around, dude.”

Maybe Harrington’s not as popular at school, but he’s still well off at home. A rich, two parent household that he’s never had to worry about scrounging to keep the lights on. The only business he’ll ever have to do is for his Daddy’s fucking letterhead. Eddie will accept his pity to the extent of a free beer, but he won’t sit there and listen to Harrington pretending to know what it’s like for him.

“Yeah, look around,” Harrington retorts, an even more bitter curl on his lip than Eddie’s. “Got everything except parents, don’t I? Like if they buy me enough shit, I won’t notice they’re hardly here.”

The look in his eyes is a little hurt but fierce, grating enough to cut through Eddie’s defenses. Wayne keeps telling him to stop jumping the gun and going off half-cocked. Yet here Eddie is again, assuming he’s got this guy all figured out.

When in reality, all he knows is that despite being the talk of the town, Harrington’s parents are rarely ever seen around. He lost his girl, doesn’t seem to have any real friends to show, and looks about as lonely at school as he does now— while he’s doing nothing but trying to help Eddie.

“I’m sorry, man,” Eddie relents, “You’re just going against everything I thought I knew about you right now. I’m trying to kick the habit of putting people in boxes with the whole anti-conformity thing. Been told I can be a real judgemental asshole.”

“Yeah I wonder why,” Harrington says lightly, his lips curling back into a smile that sort of makes Eddie want to hide his face. It doesn’t feel wrong somehow, like the rare times that a girl spared him a look, more like it shouldn’t be directed at him. Steve Harrington shouldn’t be smiling at him.

“And call me Steve, alright? If we’re gonna be in the shitty dads club together, we should be on a first name basis.”

That actually gets a laugh out of Eddie. Short and pained as it sounds, it’s real.

“Okay then, Steve,” he has to look away after he says it, feeling his chest cave under the weight of that smile for some reason. Must be the state he’s in. Steve made him forget for a second but he’s sinking again, staring out over the pool, trying and failing to see the bottom.

Read the rest on Ao3

for day one of @eddiemonth prompt “Parents”

[dualityvn]

I don’t think you can blame Tenebris for trying to, you know, SURVIVE. Survival will almost always be a selfish thing no matter your species.

This is not at all to downplay Keith’s suffering, of course, as a consequence to Tenebris’s survival, Keith’s life has been forever altered.

It wasn’t anything personal, and Tenebris’s actions as a CHILD in an UNFAMILIAR PLACE surrounded by those he was TAUGHT to hate, are just kinda dumb to judge him by at this point.

He isn’t human and expecting him to act human in a human society that will never TREAT him as human is cruel to me tbh.

Despite that he’s become a lot more tolerant to others around him. He’s become more considerate of Keith because he CARES about Keith.

And yeah, are the way things are not the best? No duh but there is literally nothing anyone can do about it, all the two of them can do is live with it.

Tenebris has been suffering this whole time too, he doesn’t express it the same way Keith does but he has, he’s been locked away in their head for so much of their life, he hasn’t been able to have proper connections his whole life, he can’t even see his own family. He’s been convinced he’s ugly his own self image will never ever recover because he lives in a world that hates him for what he is and he has no choice but to stay or he risks harm to his ONLY friend. He’s treated as UwU soft silly boy but he’s damaged in many ways just as Keith is.

I could honestly go on forever, CUT THE BOY SOME SLACK.

I love you TenTen, I will do LITERALLY anything you wanna do right now, because you deserve it, if it is anything from space to draining my bank account on treats and cuddling while we watch something. Or if you just need a good cry, I can hold you and wipe your tears. Anything, really.

"Both you and Keith are too kind to me. I don't know if I deserve either of you. I guess the least I can do is try to make you happy and proud." - Tenebris

[suns-pott]

Azul and Jade with Angelite and kunzite?

what a fun onee

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Azul Ashengrotto

Angelite- how calm is the yandere and what aggravates them?

Azul does his best to make you love him, that's all he wants from you, he will try his best to not get angry with you, but he does get irked if you cause more problems on purpose. Either breaking things in his room, damaging anything in the Mostro lounge, or being bratty for your petty revenge. If it's early enough in your... relocation, he'll let it slide while lightly chastising you, if he deems it late enough for you to have gotten used to your new life he will give out a proper punishment.

"Come now my dear, you know how expensive those glasses were to acquire. If this keeps up I'll have to isolate you again, you remember just how much you clung to me after those 3 weeks right? Please do not test my patience, love."

Kunzite- is the yandere's motivations love, lust or something else?

His motivation is definitely for what he calls love. He finds you to be the perfect fit for him, he absolutely adores every part of you, even if you don't think very highly of yourself. He kidnaps you for the sake of protecting you and ensuring you stay with him, and does his best to make you happy. At his core, he just wants to be loved by you, and will do anything to make it happen. He's delusional enough to believe that someday his feelings will be reciprocated, and just self aware enough to know that you will be understandably upset with him at first. But that's alright, you'll soon come to terms with your new life with him and love him back.

"Ah, don't worry love, I'm here now, you'll never need anyone else but me, isn't that wonderful~?"

Jade Leech

Angelite- how calm is the yandere and what aggravates them?

Jade is frighteningly calm, it's nearly impossible to read his emotions or what is going to trigger his sadistic side. He's not easily aggravated, unless you really try your luck and outright disobey him. He'll respect your moment of confidence for a few seconds before taking back control; depending on his mood his method will vary. It can be anything from a frightening expression with a threat to go along with it to outright violence to see those sweet tears of pain.

"There it is, I do admire how beautiful you look with tears from your eyes, as much as I adore that, I do need you to cooperate with me for now, alright? Now, let out another scream for me will you?"

Kunzite- is the yandere's motivations love, lust or something else?

It's certainly not in the name of love or lust, but something else entirely. He essentially keeps you around for his own entertainment and thrives off of your fear of him. He occasionally resorts to violence, but he much prefers to toy with your mind until you break, it's his form of adoration for you, even considering how twisted this kind of love is. He'll do anything he wants with you, and he might get a few ideas from his other half. As much as his brother is regarded for being stupidly strong, he has his moments of strength with you, judging by how your ankles screech in pain from your last escape attempt is anything to go by.

"Ah ah ah, I can't have any of that, while I do enjoy the challenge you bring, this simply won't do. I'll have to punish you for this won't I?"

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[lizadale]

Miss, idk how far your in your adventure but i got to tell you the:

Neskdor Tales

Or Blu and O'Chunks babysitting adventure. Whichever you prefer.

Not much happened either way.

Mimi had taken the two of them to Karaoke when God brought them to Miitopia. It was Mimi's turn to sing and she somehow brought the microphone with her. Chunky found a rusty sword at the back of a blacksmith, who let him have it when he saw him disarmed. Blu got higher education (because scientists kinda have a monocle, that's literally the only reason c;)

I've made the math and someone had to be axed. So Bowser is the Genie, because he's like one of the biggest characters. To be extra nice to him, all the Neskdor villagers are goombas, I'd like to think that there's more of the village in the foreground so the rest of his army is there. (I can't do Koopas in the 3ds version I've tried t-t)

Mimi and Lena the cartoon duck the imp clicked almost instantly. Lena gave Mimi a scenic photo one time. Mimi never gave anything back :V

Later Mimi put on a Wig to show off to Lena and they cleaned the room and sang together.

One time O'Chunks and the Count where exercising together and Blu's quote was "To protect my loved one!" the two times that happened.

He gave Chunks two presents but i forgot what it was.

Lena and Mimi where the one who found all the levers and hidden passages there's to find in the region. Although Blu was the one to astro-project.

Poor guys were apparently running after those two.

Two inns before the got snatched Lena told Mimi some Gossip about Blu and their reaction were basically "OMG that's so sad t-t" and i sincerely don't know what to say.

Anyway when i got the chance I'm Making Timpani a Tank, for funzies :D

I am in the process of saving my wayward party members >:0

i'm glad we both agreed that Mimi should be a popstar (and, really, O'Chunks is just obvious). (also you were right, Dimentio really does enjoy drinking the tears of his enemies)

now as is proper i must give you a summary of my own (mis)adventures so far

so i started with a party of me (cautious thief), O'Chunks (stubborn warrior), Mimi (energetic popstar), & Timpani (stubborn cleric). as you might expect, O'Chunks and Timpani were sometimes fighting because O'Chunks kept refusing heals and throwing away all of our potions. And Mimi wasn't a great singer. She was always the one riding the horse though.

But we generally all got along great. Mimi and I bonded over our agreement that wandering mage Blumiere was a pretty cool dude

Then once my team got yoinked I switched to an aggressive cook (highly inaccurate, i can barely use the microwave) and brought in reserve members Dimentio (cool imp), Nastasia (airheaded mage), and Mr L (laid-back scientist). Nastasia isn't a fan of spicy meals, so I frequently made her resent me. Mr L proved suspiciously competent. He carried the entire battle to rescue genie!King Boo's face. Dimentio spent 90% of all battles stabbing me in the ass with a pitchfork. I'm trying to NOT rescue him.

Most recently, I ran with a crowd of Mario (energetic cat), Peach (kind princess), and Luigi (airheaded flower). Luigi refused for most of his time on the team to upgrade his weapon, so he was doing 1 damage to enemies up until the Shadow Queen stole him away. Mario and Peach bonded quickly over hating my guts, as i was a tank and enjoyed launching them face-first into golems. It's a miracle we made up as many times as we did. u_u

[firespirited]

Our town has Red Cross used clothes and shoes donation bins, your town probably has something similar.

Supposedly you put cleaned and folded donated clothes in a sealed bag and they are given or sold in their shops. asterisks required because they only sell items that are in like new condition and properly placed in closed bags, the rest is sold to shady textile recycling companies.

(readmore for length)

The problem is that people use them the way they used to use the sturdy textile recycling bins the town used to have back before the Red Cross bought the right to replace those. You'd pop in your clothes, local charities would sort through them for the sellable items, items they could transform into fabric yardages or pet beds or rags for school art classes... *then* they'd sell the textile waste for centimes to the red cross to flip. Now the various charities place ads in the newspaper and at the shopping centres to come collect at your house or for you to drop off stuff at their shops. Anything I fix goes to a charity shop a town over on the road to where my carer lives.

There are two "Reduce - Reuse - Recycle" charities and the Red Cross in town and they're a mile out from where I can walk so I haven't had the chance to visit yet. They do repair courses and crafting days. Our local recycling centre even makes insulation from shredded jeans!

I was able to talk to one of the Red Cross shop volunteers and she was really interested in how to clean up toys as they throw out a ton.

Anyway, all that to say that

1/ The donation bins don't work as intended AT ALL with about 5% (at best) actually saved and 95% sold as waste to Eastern Europe triage centres then off to West Africa. I don't resent the Red Cross for making their money but I do resent that they cut out the local middle men charities and their bins are very poorly designed.

2/ I can back up the claim that people donate damaged junk items to charity and throw quality items in the regular trash. The donation bins overflow regularly and stuff gets rain drenched or thrown into the closest bins which is where lil scavenger me has been picking through items that can be frogged into yarn or repaired when I feel like a hobby challenge. It's only been three months of peeking in the donation overflow and 9 months of peeking in the bins, but the difference is obvious.

In the regular trash: clothes, shoes, toys, cosmetic gifts and electronics are either busted and worth throwing away *two thumbs up so long as you removed batteries first and used the correct bin* or in excellent condition: they clearly just got new stuff and threw out the old like second hand doesn't even cross their mind, they don't even stick it on ebay. Most expensive trashed but high quality items are brand-name sneakers and children's clothes. I really hope it makes a mom's day when they find them in the charity shop and don't have to spend $70 on last year's sneakers for the teen and $40 on a proper winter coat for the kid. I know teen me cherished the charity shop Reeboks until they fell apart.

Red Cross donation bin items almost always have damage: lots of crumbling pleather, ripped clothes, stained tablecloths and unravelling sweaters. I'd like to think it's because people don't bother to read and use them like the old textile recycling containers but reading local articles about residents complaining about the bins kind of confirms "the homeless will be glad for junk" theory.

On the other hand, I am "the poors happy for junk" LOL at least for challenging myself to craft projects since I replaced the zip slider and insertion box on a jacket using online tutorials, sewed up the damaged pocket and lining tears and have a fabulous leather jacket. I dismantled the crumbling pleather (it made such a mess!!) and fur jacket and sewed the fur sides into a long wrap scarf with hooks in 3 40-minute sessions. I'd love to make matching bear hats from the back piece.

[fruitbowlsngoals]

So that drabble I was talking about. Warning there's a lot of gore, it's stuffed toy gore but still gore none the less .

David was tired of him, maybe it was the complaining , or the sharing of feeling , or something else. Regardless David couldn't stand it !

David stared down at Seam, looking at the familiar rips and tears he remembers making before Seam signed the contract. Scoffing, he placed a heavy metal box on the torso. He watched for a moment, studying the box rather than the doll waiting for it to shift or move, proving he'd used the wrong material. But nothing happened

Digging into his pocket he pulled out his keys holding the charm as he looked around . His brother couldn't get far, he knew this wouldn't workout the doll and certainly not without the charm. Sure he could leave but he'd be back eventually, he's the only family they have left anyways.

He spots Seam sitting on the ground and he crouches down, ignoring the protests from his knees. "Seam, work with me. If you're going to keep doing all this, acting like a kid , arguing with me, then you're not worth it. I've been trying to save your life, because you went and got yourself killed."

Seam stayed quiet pulling the sleeves of his hoodie it was fine , just another one of David's rants about how he should be more appreciative of the trouble he's going through to bring him back. He drowns it out waiting for a proper break in the conversation for him to zone back in, but it seems like it never comes.

He zones back in when he feels a sharp tearing feeling in his stomach. The weight on his chest is gone and further replaced with this horrible stinging. Reaching up to the table he places his hands on the doll and pulls trying to get it down so he can assess the damage. It doesn't come down meaning it's either stuck or David is looking at it.

Another sharp tear pulls a sob from him, tears steady rolling down his face as he clutches his stomach. It's not like he's reopening old wounds these are new , and he's not sure just how David is making them. Another sharp pain and the sound of tearing fabric rings in his ears.

"Are you listening now ?" He hears David ask in-between his own distress. He nods looking up trying to focus on David through his own distress.

"Great, you're not very helpful, when you're ignoring me. Y'know I do all of this for you. If you just want to move on I'll help you, put you out of whatever misery you've been in."

"David..- " Seam hates the way his voice cracks, it's pathetic, and he knows he looks it as he chokes back a sob trying to find something to focus on other than the pain. "- just, leave me alone.. I don't want any part of this scheme, I don't want to be alive and I'm not ready to move on. Please, you're supposed to be my brother. What kind of brother does this?!" Seams words are only met with another sharp pain and tearing noise, and he's fairly certain he's tasting blood.

There was silence for a beat then two. "Do you know how long I've spent looking for you? How long, trying to bring you back? And not only are you ungrateful for it you don't even have the confidence to tell me you hate it, all my time all my effort into bringing you back to life and this is the thanks I get? You're crying on the floor because you can't take it, what about me, Seam?" He huffed the sound of fabric tearing following as stuffing fell to the floor.

Seam rested his head against the floor clutching desperately at his stomach as he sobbed. His vision was blurring, his thoughts clouding over. What was he supposed to say? That he wished David never found him? That he regretted ever being happy in David presence.

"It's just you and me, and now you want to leave.. You got a second chance Seam, and you're so fucking stupid for not taking it. Honestly every day I see you again staring at me with those blank soulless eyes, it makes me wish you died out there.".

That hurt, that hurt a lot.. or maybe it was the pain of feeling his back being torn open, by now he was coughing up something, blood he assumes. Do ghosts have blood? Probably not. He can't focus everything hurts too much and his vision is spotting. He goes to say something but chokes, struggling to get the words out.

"David..-"He mutters staring up at the person he called his brother, coughing and sputtering on his own blood all while tears roll down his face and he tries to focus. "- David.. please-" he strains coughing out another sob "- I'm not ready.. I don't want to move on .... David please." He hates that he's begging, that he's spending the last of his effort and time pleading with his brother of all people to spare him. It's awfully reminiscent of his last moments , begging for his life before he was killed on an altar.

He doesn't think he hears David reply but he feels something snap. Something important, something so deeply apart of him it leaves him choking and sobbing silently as his vision finally goes dark.

Sitting up with gasp and cough he's in a familiar place, tears in his eyes and the lingering pain from whatever fucked up nightmare that was. Maybe he should stop falling asleep with his back against the wall and his doll on the shelf in the garage. Maybe he needed a hug too..

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

From his castle, Frostbite demanding he rest to heal his wounds, Danny watched.

He watched the yetis go out of their way to provide medical attention and protect anyone who was caught in the cross fire.

He watched his people overshadow local officials in order to evacuate civilians ahead of his forces, shielding those who couldn't flee with their afterlives.

And he cried.

Cried because there was no other way.

Cried because they made him do this.

Cried for the ghosts they freed and the ones they couldn't save.

He cried when Waller used his family and friends as collateral damage and when his parents didn't come back.

He cried tears for every ghost that fell to those humans, because he was once one of them.

He condemned the ones that used the last moments of life to kill the dead, refusing them entry to the safer parts of the Infinite Realms, cursed them to wander for all eternity.

On a call with the Justice League, he told them, through tear filled eyes, that he just wanted his people safe and returned.

Waller kept insisting that creatures she had taken weren't people.

Batman just wanted her to stop butting in on the League's attempts to negotiate.

"There's currently 52 people unaccounted for, including the physical remains of my family and friends and my twin sister. If the remains are handed over and my sister freed, I will call off the invasion and authorize more surgical methods of rescuing my people. There will be no violent repercussions if either is in a sorry state, just a less favorable deal once the living realm and the Infinite Realms can return to diplomacy."

"Dioplomacy?" Waller screamed, hitting the table and shoving a damage report in front of the camera. "You invaded the United States. If you think we are handing over the bodies of five natural born Americans, you have another thing coming."

"Natural born? Waller, you know who I am. I was born on American soil, and I loved my country. But don't act like you didn't kill my parents, my older sister, and my friends just so you could break me and shove their torn up remains in my face."

Batman gave Waller a look of malice. "Waller. What. Did. You. Do."

Amanda Waller looked smug. "I was given the right to excute five traitors to our country and took it."

Superman looked like he wanted to strangle her. "You killed-"

"Traitors? Yes. No one is too young to receive justice."

"They were fifteen! What the fuck, Waller?" Flash yelled, rereading his notes.

Wonder Woman came back from taking a call, shaken and ghostly pale. "Waller, if you do not return this boy's family to him so he can observe proper rites, this may spell war with the Amazons."

"What? What do those bimbos have anything to do with these creatures?"

"As the daughter of Zeus, I am also the granddaughter of Kronos and Pandora's niece. Both of which have now sided with the Ghost King. If they wish it, Themascra may have no choice but to side with them if Olympus sides with their kin. Aquaman, I would make arrangements with Atlantis. If the Amazons go to war, Posidon would likely take possession of all forces at his disposal."

Aquaman's phone ran, and he answered quickly before setting it down. "Waller. You have an hour to let the Princess of the Infinite Realms go and return the remains of the King's family and court. Or else I will have no choice but to serve Posidon's will and drown both coasts by the start of the new moon."

Waller frowned. "Is that a threat?"

"No, it's a promise. It doesn't matter if you lock me and Diana away now. If we ignore the calls of our gods, they will just take us via magic and use us whether we want to or not."

"Waller, I recommend you release the girl at the least." Diana said, anxiously looking at her phone. If it rings again, she could be killing her friends by dawn.

Waller sighed. "Fine. I will have my people weigh out the ashes, too. The traitors have already been incinerated, but I had my people hold onto them in case I needed to prove a point."

"Waller...." Batman grumbled, exasperated. "You are where diplomacy goes to die."

Waller gave the room a venomous smile. "I will remember this."

The next day, on the steps of the hall of justice, a teen girl, beaten within an inch of her life in a ratty t-shirt and volleyball shorts, restrained with meta cuffs, was zip tied to a public bench, a backpack with a cell phone and several cardboard boxes of ashes at her feet.

A photo of her curled up with her brother in a black gown, covered in bandages and ice packs for the bruising, was sent to the league. Danny was holding her possessively, an unspoken threat in his eyes.

THIS WAS YOUR ONLY FREE PASS. THE NEXT ONE MEANS REVOLUTION.

The caption read. When the image was brightened, the faintly glowing eyes of Kronos was seen in the background, Hecate smiling behind him. The JLD all felt a shiver down their spines. They tried to warn them, but next time, we'll,

There will be no next time.

Had a dc x dp brain worm, feel free to use as a prompt <3

Sidenote, I decided to get fancy with the Ancients titles because of course I did lol

Shifting Where = Space (Danny)

Eternal When = Time (Clockwork)

Ever Onward = Speedforce (Ellie)

-

Bruce watched the footage again.

And again.

Again.

It didn’t make sense.

A week ago every television, radio, computer, phone - even the LED billboards - had been taken over to deliver a message. Across the United States. In every territory it held. Every military base. Down in the depths of the oceans where American submarines tried to creep past Atlantian patrols. In the endless cold white of Antarctica. Even far above in the International Space Station. Any place the United States Government had control over, any place one of its citizens found themselves. There was the message.

The face of an entity, human in shape but not in form. Hair as gleaming white as starlight, eyes bright as the twisting dance of the Aurora Borealis, skin as cold and blue as the tail of a comet. The entity wore armor as black as the depths of space with a crown to match, the later glinting and shifting with the twisting birth and death of galaxies. A cloak of nebulae danced down his shoulders, eclipsing the world beyond the entity entirely.

He named himself, jaw tight, expression serious.

High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms.

The Shifting Where. Son of the Eternal When. Father of the Ever Onward. His Epitaphs many and ever growing. The True Balance. The Bridge Between. The Devourer of Dark. The Last Child of Between. The Great One.

King of the Dead. King of the Infinite Worlds. King of so much more than Bruce had ever even known was possible.

King who had declared war. Who marshaled his endless armies. Who spoke of warnings, of efforts to reach a peace, of trying again and again and again to find a way to not plunge into violence and bloodshed. All things living come to call him King in time, he had no want or need to go out and hurry that along. But there were no options left to him now. He had tried for peace. He had been denied.

He would not see his people suffer any longer. Would not see those he’d sworn to lead and protect imprisoned by fools who had sworn themselves enemies to all the afterlives. Would no longer permit the vicious cruelty to continue.

The message was a final warning.

A final offer.

Three days, Phantom said. The United States government would have three days to release their prisoners, to begin the process of dismantling the laws that made death itself an illegal act.

If they refused, he would lead his endless armies personally in the war to come.

It had not been an idle threat.

Three days after the message, after Bruce and the rest of the Justice League scrambled to try and figure out just what it was it was all about, after Justice League Dark’s members shakily took turns explaining just how powerful the being that had gave that message was and how much danger the world was in should he and his armies march upon their world, war came.

Of all places, it began in a town in Illinois.

The sky shattered like broken glass above, Lazarus Green beyond, and the Dead poured out.

It started in Illinois.

It did not end there.

Bruce watched the footage of it all, eyes burning as he watched every second of CCTV footage, every shaky phone camera video, every news broadcast.

Most of them looked human enough. Changed in death, but recognizably human once. A pair of glowing teenagers on a motorcycle, a writhing shadow twisting about at their command sweeping chaos upon the battlefield. A young woman dressed to perform with hair a literal flame, burning bright blue and snapping furiously as she played devastation upon her enemies with her guitar. A child with corpse gray skin and luminescent green hair, flickering in and out of Bruce’s ability to see as if fighting against a law of existence to be visible, screaming orders to a skeleton crew from his place on deck of a 1700s ship that sailed through the sky, disappearing into clouds before raining down attacks from above.

There was more. Glowing skeletons dressed in the fashions of war spanning every culture going back millennia. Robots with weapons far beyond the technology they had even in the League. Creatures of myth and legend. Things of nightmares.

Leading them all, as he had promised, was Phantom.

He looked younger, smaller. Just a boy, really, a gangly teenager that hadn’t quite finished growing into himself. One holding power beyond anything Bruce could ever imagine, but still just a child as far as he could see, no older than Tim who’d just graduated high school. Frantic research found Phantom appearing as far back as human history, but those sightings had to have been after his death. Bruce can’t help but wonder how young the boy had been when he died, how much of that youth still clung to him through all these eons.

It wasn’t something he’d let him self consider normally, not with something like this.

A dangerous unknown appearing without warning and attacking with unimaginable power and seemingly endless forces. It was something that would normally eclipse everything else. Something that would make Bruce put aside the ache at seeing a face so young twisted in rage.

But.

He watched all the footage.

Civilians were put in the crossfire. Were shot at and endangered. Were left terrified and scrambling for safety in buildings that were rapidly being torn away by stray artillery.

But never by Phantom or his armies.

The dead, in fact, went very far out of their way to ensure civilians weren’t harmed. Sweeping people up out of the way of falling debris. Shielding them from attacks that would have most certainly killed a normal human. Some dead even helped evacuate, ushering a frightened and panicked populous to safety as gently as they were capable of. Some of the less human creatures - giant bear-like beings with horns and fangs and ice edging their burly frames - even rushed forward to offer medical aid.

When the sky shattered open and the armies of the dead swept in, they ignored the town below. They focused instead on what was discovered later to be the base of a secretive government agency. The dead’s fight focused on those individuals in sharp white suits, bearing weapons capable of actually injuring King Phantom’s people.

It was these agents that brought the fight to the streets to Amity Park. That fired recklessly and without thought or care to the casualties they could inflict. That didn’t seem to care if they killed a hundred civilians if it meant hurting just one of Phantom’s soldiers.

Bruce watched all the footage.

And again.

Again.

Phantom had declared war.

Phantom spoke in his message of being out of options, of attempting peace. Phantom gave three days time for the release of captives. Phantom lead armies who fought viciously but never once willingly harmed civilians.

Phantom declared war, but he didn’t want it.

“Amanda Waller has reached out.”

Bruce didn’t turn his attention from the screens before him, eyes burning as he followed Phantom as the King dove away from the middle of locked combat to shield a child from a pulse of green energy from something like a grenade another agent in white had carelessly thrown. The child was crying but unharmed. The left pauldron of Phantom’s armor cracked and shattered from a direct shot from the enemy he’d just been fighting that he’d turned his back on, a glowing green liquid uncomfortably like Lazarus Water dripped down from a smoldering wound.

Clark stepped up to stand beside him as he watched, face worn and tired. The League had missed the first battle, but they’d been quick to appear at the rest. Phantom and his army ignored them unless they put themselves purposefully in the way of the fight. They were, as Justice League Dark had warned, vastly out powered by the entities fighting. A hulking giant knight made of shadow riding a nightmarish steed had driven Clark six feet down into the dirt when he’d attempted to make his way to Phantom directly to try and talk to the king.

The depth Clark had ended up felt like a warning of what would happen if he tried to get close to the king again.

It probably was.

“She said they have intel for us.” A faint twitch of fingers, jaw clenching, voice flat in that way that told Bruce his old friend was fighting back anger with everything he had. “That she has options for how to deal with the insurgence.”

Bruce shut off the monitors.

He’d seen enough.

Now was time to get answers to just what, exactly, Amanda Waller and the US government had done to cause the Dead to rise and rage.

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Sliding Door Repair

Introduction to Sliding Door Repair Issues

Have you ever slid your door only to have it refuse to budge or give a bone-jarring screech? If yes, then welcome to the club! Sliding doors are great – until they aren't. Here's what you need to know to get yours back on track.

Common Problems with Sliding Doors

Stuck or Imbalanced Door

Over time, dust, grit, and other tiny particles can accumulate in the tracks, causing your door to get stuck or become imbalanced. Sometimes, it could be the rollers or bearings showing signs of wear and tear.

Broken Glass

Accidents happen, and when they do, your sliding door glass can shatter or crack. Besides looking unsightly, this poses a safety risk.

Damaged Tracks

A bent or damaged track can make it nearly impossible to slide the door. Often, heavy objects falling against the door or rough handling can cause this.

DIY Tips for Sliding Doors Repair

Cleaning and Lubricating the Track

Like flossing, it's a chore but necessary. Use a toothbrush or wire brush to clean the track. Once clean, lubricate with silicone-based lubricant. Can you hear the smooth glide?

Adjusting the Door Rollers

Sometimes, all it takes is a bit of adjustment. Use a screwdriver to adjust the rollers, either raising or lowering them, until the door slides smoothly.

Replacing Broken Glass

If you're up for the challenge, replacing broken glass is doable. Wear gloves, safely remove shards, and get a replacement. However, for a seamless finish, you should call in the pros.

When to Call a Professional

Recognizing Beyond DIY Repairs

Some repairs, like replacing rollers or handling complex track damage, might be out of the average DIYer's league. Know when to wave the white flag.

Cost vs. Benefit Analysis

Sometimes, the cost of DIY Sliding Door repairs, especially when repeated over time, surpasses professional maintenance. Consider the longevity and safety of the fix.

Maintenance Tips for Sliding Doors

Routine Cleaning

Keeping your sliding door clean doesn't just enhance aesthetics; it ensures longevity. Wipe the glass and track regularly.

Seasonal Checkups

Like getting your car serviced, periodic checks can help you spot and fix issues before they balloon.

Conclusion

Sliding Door are a blend of function and aesthetics. Proper maintenance can prevent most issues, but when problems arise, a combination of DIY and professional intervention can get it back in shape.

FAQs

How often should I clean the tracks of my sliding door?

At least once every two months. More frequently if you live in a dusty area.

Can I use any lubricant on the tracks?

Opt for silicone-based fats as they don't attract dust.

Is it cost-effective to replace the whole door instead of repairing it?

It depends on the extent of the damage. Sometimes, a repair can extend the door's life by years.

How do I know if my door's problem is a DIY fix or requires a professional?

If you need more clarification after reading guides or watching videos, it's best to call a professional.

What safety measures should I take when repairing sliding doors?

Always wear gloves, especially when dealing with glass. Ensure the door is secure and won't slide or fall unexpectedly.

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(First, I'm French and my English is terrible, so let me know if you don't understand something).Hi darling, I've read your blog for a long time, but it's the first time I've placed an order. Can you call me Venus if you like? Anyway, I've been thinking about Josuke declaring himself to his S/O who studies in the same class as him. I keep thinking about him screaming "I love you" and running away. Would you have any headcanons about it?

Hi Venus! Thank you for your request, my lovely

Pairing: Josuke Higashikata x GN! Reader

Warnings: language

Josuke confessing his feelings to reader headcanons + scenario

This is the first time ever Josuke feels this kind of attachment to someone, and honestly, it annoys him so freaking much. He hates the way his breath hitches when you smile at him, asking how he’s been. Hates how he spends all day staring at you and then gets a detention for not listening properly to the teacher

We all daydream before falling asleep and Josuke is not an exemption, he loves making fake scenarios in his head about him becoming a fashion model or Tomoko getting him a dog etc. But once brunette catches himself on the thought of him spending time with Y/n. It’s not only hanging out together, but something way more… pleasant and romantic. That time Josuke realized that he fell in love

Realization of falling for someone really disquiets poor boy, he doesn’t know how to act around Y/n! They’ve been friends since first day of high school, and if Josuke tries to ignore or avoid them it definitely will hurt them deeply! But what if Y/n notice how strange he acts around them? They’d immediately understand what’s going on, and Higashikata doesn’t want to ruin their friendship!

Josuke is a pro at procrastination and avoiding important conversations. After months of beating around the bush, trying to find a proper way and excuse to approach you, boy just decides to let it be, not making any attempts to confess

The main reason for Higashikata’s inaction is of course doubt. A shit ton of doubt. What if Y/n doesn’t feel the same way about Josuke and want everything to stay the same between them? What if they reject Josuke’s feelings and won’t even want staying friends with brunette anymore? What if they actually secretly hate him and keep on being friends with Josuke just because of congenital politeness? All those thoughts gnaw poor diamond boy, he can’t even sleep properly at night. Few weeks later it’s impossible not to notice dark bags under brunette’s eyes, and even layers of Tomoko’s concealer don’t help hiding them

One day Okuyasu gets sick of his bro always keeping his head in a clouds and suffering from insomnia. “Listen dude. Either you go and confess to Y/n, or I’m doing it myself! Even I got tired of this shit”. Josuke freezes at Nijimura’s words, the image of his best friend coming to Y/n and saying something like “Hey, my bro Josuke wants to kiss you and stuff, so go and finally do something with it” makes goosebumps rise on his skin, so Higashikata jumps off his seat yelling “Okay okay I’ll do it myself, just shut up!!!”

The next day brunette catches you up in the hall at the end of school day, asking you to stay for a little bit longer because he has something to talk to you about

- Oh, Josuke! Did something happen? You need help? - you ask, looking up at your classmate intently, your eyes full of confusion, but also interest

Boy rises his hands up, shaking his head carefully, so he won’t damage his precious pompadour, letting you know that he’s fully fine

- Ughhh, no, there’s nothing to worry about, - brunette smiles shyly, scratching the back of his neck nervously. - I just… gotta tell you something real quick, - Josuke says and you notice how red tips of Josuke’s ears are

- Oh, what is that? - you inquire, patiently waiting for your classmate to answer. You’re caught off guard, to say the least. You’ve been friends with Higashikata since first day of high school and you’ve never seen him acting so anxious before

Josuke feels his heart racing wild, trying to tear through the rib cage, and boy swallows a thick lump in his throat, worrying if you can hear this sound too. Higashikata closes his eyes, inhaling deeply, making a vain attempt to calm down

- I like you very much! - Josuke blurts out, looking down, staring on his shoes, desperately avoiding eye contact with you

Thick silence settles between you two, you look at Josuke, now completely baffled

- Um, I like you too? - you answer a few seconds later, shrugging your shoulders. You notice how Josuke lowers his shoulders a little and only now you start realizing what exactly Higashikata meant

- No, like, I like you way more than just “like”… I mean… goddamn, - Josuke prattle, his thoughts scatter and it looks like all the right words run away from him, not leaving brunette even a single chance to explain himself. He shuts himself down for a few seconds, taking a deep breath and pulling himself together before saying:

- Look, I like you. Not like a friend. I wanna hold hands with you, go out for dates and stuff. Sooo, what would you say? - Josuke finally finds the strength to look you in the eyes, his fingers fiddling nervously with the sleeves of his jacket as he waits patiently for your answer

Josuke’s heart twist into a tight knot and boy almost forgets how to breath as he looks into your deep e/c eyes

So, what is your answer?

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[daincrediblegg]

So glad there's somebody else I can share my Bruno brainrot with, I wasn't expecting to have so many emotions about this man 😭 He's been shunned and thought of as some sort of curse for so long, and even through it all, he still cared about his family. Him feeling like an outcast and like he doesn't belong, standing out in a family full of magical people simply because he doesn't have the ""right"" magic, it hits so close to home 😭😭 I know he wouldn't think it, but Bruno deserves so much.

YEAH BRO FUCKING FOR REAL!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Honestly I didn't really 100% expect it either. This beautiful rat man came in like a fucking sleeper agent for me. Like I literally saw this movie on January 3rd. Top of the year (I still have the ticket stub)- and yet it's only this week that I'm kinda having my "oh" moment about it all. Like maybe I'm feeling that emotional vulnerability to begin with but my god... I've been (and still am in a LOT of ways) been in his position in relation to his family. Like this man knew his family so well that it made it hard for him to know what to do about it and kinda couldn't do anything about it and knew no other solution other than to disappear and lay low. But he loves them so much that even though he knew he had to leave he couldn't LEAVE them. Even though there's so much damage between them for varying reasons- he still loves them so much and absolutely didn't want to leave completely or for good. And he did it all for the sake of his neice??? HIS NEICE???? AN INNOCENT KID WHO GOT A BAD HAND IN THE FAMILY GIFT LOTTERY????? Like yeah. Ok guy. That shit is layered like a fucking onion you've met all my standards lets get married and make a proper dad outta you and give you the life you've deserved this whole time 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺(and not at the discount of the rest of the family either like my god I would LOVE to marry into that family. Mirabel -and the rest of the grandkids- ship her Tio with NOTHING but good things from here on out and you can't change my mind).

And like??? there's stuff like that to glean about the WHOLE movie. With ALL the characters. And that shit gets me jazzed af- it really did take a few more re-watches for that to hit and sink in but I've been close to tears watching it every single fucking time since then. Like I don't think I've been this into a disney film's deeper narrative work since fucking Tangled- and this one may very well edge it out of top slot now honestly because of it (especially since this is the best working 'no true villain' narrative that Disney or Pixar have ever concocted- and it works fucking beautifully better than any of those kinds of narratives they've attempted before). Not to mention the art??? Like finally. Some character design that truly slaps and leans just a little more into good and reasonable stylization and doesn't all just look like twiggy-ass fucking cats all around. Fucking bless. This is a disney movie I would not be mad about winning best animation at the oscars at all it fucking earned it.

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HI I'm the anon :D only out of convenience since this is a sideblog, so now i can just drag this over to here and Ramble

I personally wouldn't worry much about rivens. A good one to make a mid-tier weapon worthwhile longer is hard to get, a good one for a popular weapon is pretty much impossible to get bc of how disposition works, and either way say goodbye to your kuva. The only rivens i use are for Funny Nonsense, and I'm doing just fine for myself!

(For reference, I'm chugging along on SP when i feel so inclined, and consider Zariman/ESO relaxing)

Prime (including Umbral/Sacrificial) and Arby mods are both important for improving your arsenal though, yes! As long as you don't feel comfortable with Arbies then don't worry about it, they don't break or make anything on starchart, but they're very handy for beyond it (besides the Galvanized mods, Adaptation and Rolling Guard are precious for survivability)

Working on the Zariman will also do you good bc some of the weapons and arcanes you can get from there are really, really strong! It is no mistake that the Laetum became one of the most used secondaries within a year of its release

Unfortunately i don't have much experience with Limbo (making eyes at the next resurgence cycle about this) or the chakhurr (someday i'll get there), but here's a few recommendations if you'd like to try!

Frames:

Lavos: now I don't know if the problems you've run into are along the lines of "staying alive is hard", but Lavos Doesn't Die. He's damn-near indestructable and with a Lot of damage output to back it up. A learning curve for sure but one I found to be very rewarding. It's no wonder he's my go-to frame for Steel Path, being as tanky as he is and with a condition overload mechanic that things just Love dying to

Revenant: probably the no1 tank anyone will recommend to you these days. Step 1: mesmer skin. Step 2: ??? Step 3: profit

(I feel like a fake Nidus Main here but Lavos and Rev are probably easier to get into when idk if you like tanks in the first place)

Wukong: yeah yeah I know that he's become half an insult, but that aside, he's a genuinely very very versatile frame that I think anyone should give an honest try at least once. Fun movement! Self-heal! Big slappy exalted stick! A twin! He's just a fun guy all around

Gara: has some similarities to Limbo in the area defense/CC department but combines it with damage reduction instead of conditional invulnerability. Also things just die if you run into them

Weapons:

Nataruk: if you liked it during TNW and haven't used it much after, go give it a whirl with a proper build (fire rate, multishot, crit, hunter munitions). It tears through Steel Path even in my clumsy hands. Also I'm a big bow enjoyer so I am Living

Cedo: shotgun go brrr. Self-contained condition overload mechanic which means it scales damage really well. Relatively high accuracy and fire rate for a shotgun. My other go-to SP weapon for anything but boss-type enemies

Laetum: pocket sniper that turns into a damage sprinkler if you feed it a snack of headshots. A bit of a hassle to do the whole evolution gimmick but it's worth it for the 50% chance for fuckoff amounts of damage that you get out of it

I use few guns and a million melees and idk what you prefer in your melee, but depending on how you feel about range, attack speed, heavy vs regular attacks; the xoris, gram prime, guandao prime, and quassus are all close to my heart

(Also, I see a rec for Archon Hunts in the notes and i pale at the thought of that. Archon Hunts are lvl100+ even if not with the SP armour/shield boost, and without good enough gear, they fall between "struggle" and "hell". Also, you've got a million easier things to upgrade your arsenal with than archon shards yet!)

Also, how's your operator combat feeling? What amp do you have? Focus schools are a worthy investment as well (and if you end up going into ESO to get used to the difficulty, you will be getting focus along the way!)

If you were struggling with Zariman missions, I'd say stay far away from Steel Path for a while still. Not for any gatekeeping nonsense reasons, but because you likely wouldn't have fun with such a drastic difficulty spike (not only are the levels 100 higher, enemies are tankier even on top of that!) and there is no reason to go kill your fun like that

In the meantime I can recommend trying to get more comfortable with the Zariman missions and Elite Sanctuary Onslaught if you wanna keep climbing up in levels, and moving on to Arbitrations after if that's your cup of tea (Galvanized mods from Arbies are a huge boon for Steel Path as well!)

Oops, sorry this got wordy. I see myself in everyone getting smacked by a difficulty spike D:

If you would like weapon/build recommendations, I'm sure I'm not the only Tenno around who'd love to help either! Good luck, wherever your journey across the Origin System takes you next :)

HI HELLO yes i will ABSOLUTELY stay the fuck away from SP for a good while yet lmao. thank you so much for the advice and where to get better stuff!!! i appreciate it very much bc i feel like yesterday was my first foray into True Warframe Endgame and it was VERY clear i'm not quite there yet lmao

i very much appreciate your stance on games of "have fun even if it's not endgame/skills-based". very refreshing sometimes and 100% in agreement with my own views on videogame difficulty and fun

i've been trying to fill out my prime arsenal and i've been buying up Baro's stock in primed mods every time he pops his head out of the void so far - but I see now that that is an intermediate step into the next thing, which is... rivens? the arbitration things? god i have no idea please feel free to infodump on me. i will appreciate it very much even if it sometimes is a refresher for things for me. god knows i need it. same for the recs - hit me with them. cmon. i'm double dog daring you or whatever the americans say. whats your fav. how do you start constructing a build i have No Clue.

i might even stop trying to Advance for a little bit and just focus on as you said getting comfy with the Zariman - i need to broaden my familiarity with the stuff i've unlocked recently

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Incel!Shinsou x F!Reader fanfic idea (Part 2)

So here we are, Incel!Shinsou is back and this time with a bit of growth that he needs to make independently (While thinking about the reader of course. Thank you so much to @blossominglark for sending in such a lovely message! Also here you can find a small explanation as to why i even started the Incel!Shinsou series.)

"I think I want you. I think you're bad. I think you're good, it's like the love I never had. I think I need you. Oh God, it's true. I think I'm falling and there's nothing I can do" - Beetlejuice Chill by Life After Youth

Part 1: Incel! Shinsou x F!Reader

Part 3: Incel!Shinsou x F!Reader (1/2)

How difficult could it be? To forget that you ever existed... thats what's haunting Shinsou ever since the conversation you two had a few days ago. He cant seem to focus anymore, everything just reeks of you. (His own bedroom where you two would sit on the floor and work on your project together. You would laugh at something that came on the television, every time resulting in his face heating up and heart beating harder at the sound, the beautiful sound, of your laughter. It doesn't feel the same anymore. He cant sit or sleep there anymore.) Shinsou starts speaking with Aizawa more, to be honest its not like Aizawa gave him that much of a choice. He needed to understand what was happening with his son and you in order to help or bring some constructive input.

Shinsou goes on and on about how he mocked you to his "friends". When questioned on his "friends" he said that they were all telling him that you needed to be taught how to be a "proper woman" the "perfect girl for them".

("Hitoshi what-...why would you...?"

"I don't know! It made sense when i was young and- i... i dont understand how or why and...please just- help me i dont understand!"

"It's ok, it's ok, come here." Aizawa hugs Shinsou tightly. He starts running his hand over Shinsou's hair comforting him.

"What did you show them? What did you tell them about...her, exactly?") A mess of tears and regrets, thats what Shinsou is. A puddle which he somehow drowned you in out of a bitter rage that had nothing to do with you.

Aizawa finally holding a grasp as to how Shinsou's mind worked, he couldn't help but feel defeated. He neglected his son so much he became bitter and resentful towards the wrong people, the wrong person. (Aizawa only ever told Shinsou that his mother moved away from them because it was "too much for her". Young Shinsou couldn't grasp why his mom would leave him, but again he never really asked questions since he saw how upset it made his dad. "Dont worry Hitoshi, ill be here for you no matter what. Got it, problem child?") An intervention needs to be made now. To prevent even more damage, to keep his son safe and his sons ex-friend safe.

"Hitoshi? The posts and things you put online, you need to delete everything now." Urgency was a must, damage control needed to happen now. Who knows if Shinsou wrote about where he lived, where you lived and studied at, if he showed those "friends" of his your face. Who knows how much information he put out there to a bunch of strangers about you. "Ok, ok. Let me delete everything...yeah...thats-yeah...makes sense." He's slipping, Shinsou is slipping into a pit of shock and disgust, he needs to fix things and that only starts by wiping away years of miss informed opinions disguised as truths.

Everything is gone. No more accounts. No more pictures. No more you. He didn't make any announcements or even address why he was wiping everything. He didn't answer the piles of questions flooding his inbox about why he was doing all of this, he just didn't care anymore. He couldn't find you either. No account on any platform with any signs of you. (He should have asked for your socials, but knowing where you two started off at he thinks its better that you two didn't. It saved you from his incessant torment he saw himself being capable of.)

Week one came and went. You didn't show up for classes and people started to take notice.

"Does anyone know why y/n isn't at school anymore? Is she sick?" Midoriya asked one day. Everyone kind of just looked at each other hoping that someone might have an answer. Be it that no one other then Shinsou was in the same class as you, everyone in his friend group knew about you since you where always nice despite the way you presented clothing wise. (The clothing didn't matter nor did the labels, you were still so welcoming to everyone. Hell, you even welcomed Monoma and that guy is considered psycho by everyone.) Shinsou couldn't do anything but listen to his friends (Midoriya, Shoto, Denki, Mina, Iida, and Ururaka) go on about how nice you were. How they miss you. He misses you . He ruined this, he ruined your school experience and pushed you to lose the friends you had because of his own ignorance. He forced you to choice between showing up to school and dealing with him or not coming in at all and losing the friends you had because of him.

The Sports Festival was coming up soon, here all the students would compete against each other to show off their skills. The Festival acts more as an opportunity for the different Courses to fight each other since its focus centers on the physical strength and wellbeing of the students instead of their study of focus. It also helps with publicity by letting UA show off their students to the general public. (Shinsou didn't understand why the school would have a Sports Festival. UA was better known for being STEM and Art focused which meant that many of the students only had to take 1 year of P.E. instead of the 3 years other schools required.

"So again, what's the purpose of this?"

"Its just a chance for the different Courses to bully each other, and for the General Course to get mocked." responded Togeike. Be it that she never spent time with Shinsou, they both had a mutual attitude and just stayed away from each other out of disinterest. It wasn't after Shinsou's personality changed did she feel more comfortable being around him and started speaking to him casually throughout the day.

"So what does the Business Course do during-"

"Hey, didn't you and y/n work on that project together?" This caught Shinsou of guard. For the past week its all been about you and how you hadn't been coming to class. (You haunt him even outside of school, the guilts too much for him at times.)

"Yeah...what about it." he snarls. Just because he's changed in appearance and largely in attitude, that doesn't mean he's over the way he treats people. Cant she get to the point already-

"Geez man, i just wanted to ask if you needed her number." That...was off. Why would she assume that he needed your number?

"Why would you give me her number? Don't you think that as former project partners i would already have her-"

"You're clearly upset about her not being here, so shut up. Either take it or leave it, jackass." she bit back. How did she know? Shinsou has always had a resting bitch face which made it hard to read his emotions. How did she manage to figure it out? (God he was an asshole!)

"Yeah, please....i'm sorry. I could-"

"Please shut the fuck up, i don't want an apology from you. Take it and fix this shit. I hate seeing people mope and you're pretty much dying in a pit here." Togeike really gives no fucks and she was tired of the purple haired boy looking like a kicked puppy. She assumed it had something to do with you. When you started skipping class, Shinsou also started to look upset and wouldn't speak that often. It wasn't like Shinsou was shy, he just didn't see the need to speak all the time. So to see him become even more silent was concerning.)

He left school that day with a skip to his step. He has your number! He has a way of contacting you! Yet, he still knew that having your number wouldn't fix anything. You left him alone and it wouldn't be fair for him to barge back into your life without proving he's improving, that he's actually deserving of you're friendship at least....

The Sports Festival.....

He can prove himself to you there....

Everyone will see it, every student at UA has to be there for credit....you'll have to be there. You'll also have to participate for the start of it, so you'll have to interact with someone.

(This was it)

This was so much fun to write! Lets give this a slow build up to give him proper character development and redemption. The next part will be the Sports Festival and what he plans on doing to get you back. Let's set up that his intention is too for one, make an impression on the school for when he decides to transfer to the Art Course but also to make an impression on you and get you to notice him in a positive light. Our poor incel is trying his best ok....

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Devil on Your Team | Part 1

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: angst, smut

A\N: Asgard AU where Felix is Loki, Chan is Thor, and OC/reader is Lady Sif

Gif credit @915archive

“Will you join us this time, brother?”

Loki hesitates at Thor’s question. He was never good at the sort of thing that his friends enjoyed so, which made him a target for ridicule across the realm. What kind of man, a prince nonetheless, was so weak and fearful? Not a real man, that’s what.

Thor didn’t make it easier for him. Being the picture of the formidable, valiant warrior, he made Felix’s shortcomings all the more stark. Loki was all too aware of the comparisons people liked to make between them--they would fawn over how Thor was so brave, so strong, so much like the king that his frail little brother could never be. They would laugh and thank their stars that the fates were kind enough to have Thor be the old king’s first born and not his pitiful little brother.

Even Thor, who claimed to love him most in the world, was embarrassed of him. He always tried to egg him on and make him engage in “manlier” endeavors and forsake his witchcraft, forcing him along on his reckless adventures with his gang of hooligans so he would toughen up. How can he say that he loves him when he saw him as something that needed to be fixed? Thor didn’t love him. He pitied him.

Only you gazed upon him and accepted him for who he was. You knew too well what it felt like to be underestimated and ridiculed for being different, for daring to not adhere to their millenia-old customs of what makes one a good warrior or a proper lady. Every time he would hide and cry, you would find him and remind him that underestimating him will be their downfall, that true weakness is stupidity and arrogance and they had that in excess.

And there you were, coming to his defense once more.

“Shut up, you big oaf. Loki doesn’t care for our silly games.”

“Why not? All he has to do is sit back and not get in the way of our fair maiden and he should be fine.” Volstagg cuts in, followed by a series of chuckles that ebb and flow through the group.

“Volstagg.” Thor warns, shooting him a glare that quiets the snickering down, but by then it was too late, the damage had been done.

For, worse than the comparisons between himself and his golden brother, were those between him and the woman he loved so dearly.

Your close relationship made it so it was easy for people to jeer at the fact that the warrior lady is doing a man’s job while the prince practised such cowardly arts as magic that were meant for women. The comparison wasn’t flattering to either of you as he was thought of as a weakling and you as a woman trying to be a man.

“No, Volstagg, go on. Tell me what exactly you mean to say.” Again, you start defending him, ready to start a fight with the large man who began slinking back when faced with your unbridled fury. You were always so passionate about defending him, but Loki cannot let you keep doing that. He needed to prove that he could look after himself, not to impress those mindless thugs, but to prove to you that he could be a man for you, and provide you with protection just like any other man.

“I’m sure he’s just joking, my lady.” Loki interrupts and you look at him with surprised eyes that get all the wider as he continues, “It doesn’t matter anyway as I’ll be joining you.”

“My prince, you don’t have to--”

“I don’t have to do anything, my lady. I want to. Now let’s stop this useless bickering and go.”

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There was a nervous energy within the group the whole time they were in Alfheim. The men felt weird with Loki there and Loki felt weird with the warrior lady always hovering around.

“Lady, if I didn’t know any better I’d think that you were trying to guard me. I don’t need guarding. I can defend myself.” He didn’t want to snap at you like that but he desired so desperately for you to see him as a man for once.

“O-of course, my prince.” You splutter, a pretty blush on your face from being called out, and hesitantly take a few steps away from him, still not going far.

Loki huffs and charges forward carelessly, if you weren’t going to give him space, he will take it himself. And it’s precisely his attempt to distance himself from you that gets them in trouble.

“Brother, look out!” Thor shouts and Loki looks up barely in time to see an elf descend on him from the tree he was under. Shouts rise up and fill the air as their party gets ambushed by the rogue elves they were after.

Loki gets outnumbered, one of the elves delivering a blow to him before you can make your way to him. But your party quickly overcomes their momentary shock and works fast to push back the elves, steadily gaining control and shifting the tides in your favor.  Eventually, you beat the band of rogue elves and send them scattering back into the woods.

When the fight dies down, things only get worse for Loki as you rush to cradle his body in your arms, thinking he is unconscious, before turning back to the men. “Shame on you! If you hadn’t been absolute pricks to him, he wouldn’t have felt the need to prove himself to you and get himself hurt. Why must you be like this?”

“I’m sorry, my lady.” Thor speaks up, sounding genuinely upset too.

“Oh, shove it up your big behind, my prince.” You growl, lifting Loki up in your arms and moving towards the portal to go back home.

Even without opening his eyes, he can feel your worried gaze on his face and it kills him.

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Loki became closed off the entire period he was healing. The more you fussed over him, the quieter he got. He was so disappointed in himself and you taking care of him only wounded his ego further.

“Stop babying me, woman. You’re worse than the lot of them. Would you like me to hand you a pair of scissors so you can snip my balls off and hang them around your neck?”

You were taken aback by his outburst, and Loki regrets his outburst for a second, thinking he’s finally pushed you away. But instead of stomping off, you get on the bed and straddle him, grabbing his neck and growling roughly, “You don’t want me to be gentle with you? Fine, I won’t be gentle.”

You smash her lips to his, tearing a noise of surprise from his throat. You’d been patient enough with him but he insists on being a brat. If that’s the way he wants to be treated then so be it. And judging by the way he kissed you back eagerly, you don’t have to wonder long.

He was almost healed by now, and you could be free to run her hands all over him without hurting him, eliciting instead the most needy moans from his pretty lips. But when he tries to do the same, he is met with hard, unyielding steel.

"This is unfair. Take this off." He protests against your lips.

"I think not. You have been quite the sourpuss lately, I don't think you deserve to touch me. Matter of fact, keep those wandering hands up." You grab his hands and pin them to the bed, intending to punish him for all the hell he made you go through.

"No, please, my lady, let me touch you."

"Oh you're already begging, that's not very manly of you." You bite at him, still upset that he endangered his life just because his ego was bruised.

He cowers under your intense glare, feeling reprimanded. "I'm sorry, I'll be good."

"Oh you will be. Now quit your protesting or I'll gag you too."

He shuts up, though he's unsure if it wouldn't have been better for you to gag him as the noises that come out of his throat at your ministrations were not very dignified.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to get my hands on you, my prince. You drive me crazy." You drawl, palming his member and making him turn to hide his face in his arm as a blush covers his face.

"I should punish you for teasing me so." You  slowly pull his trousers down his hips, exposing his eager member to the cool night air that was clashing with your warm breath so close to where he needed you the most. "Will you be good for me from now on, my sweet prince?"

This was everything they ridiculed him for, being so subservient to a woman like this, but damn did he crave it. He needed you to own him.

"Yes, my lady." He stares down at you as you lean down ever so close to his cock, your breath fanning over him, as hot as ever and he feels his skin melt under it. The heat spreading to the rest of his body made his blood simmer in his veins. Sweat beaded up on his skin and his mind sweltered as you put your mouth on him, but he could do nothing but push himself into the scorching heat of you, submitting himself to the flames.

But all too suddenly, he stops burning, coolness flashing over his body like one of his brother's storms, and he stares down at you in betrayal, ready to apologize for everything and profess his undying love for you if only she would put your mouth back on him, but the horror struck look on your face sobers him up.

"My lady, what is--"

"What is happening to you?" You shriek, and for the first time he sees fear in your eyes.

"What do you mean?" He puzzles, looking down at himself in reflex, wondering what had possessed you when a flash of blue catches his eyes…

Huge patches of his body were covered by rough blue skin, the likes of which are all too familiar to him. He can't help his own shout of panic. "What is that? What is happening?!"

"You're turning into a….a monster." You shake her head, tears springing to your eyes at the horror unfolding in front of you.

"Lady, help me please.” Loki is even more shaken, tears already streaming down his face as he seems terrified of his own self. “Did they put a curse on me?"

"I-I don't know." You lament, feeling hopeless.

But then an idea pops into your head, "I'll get the king. He'll know what to do."

"No, please!" His hands fly out to hold onto you but you jump back, and Loki quickly pulls his arms back to his body, wounded at the disgusted look on your face.

"Why not?"

"You know he doesn't favor me."

"Don't be ridiculous. He's your father." You try to calm him down but he only gets more disconsolate. "No you don't understand. You don't see the way he looks at him when no one is looking. I'm… I'm scared."

Your heart breaks at the way he shivers, but there is nothing else you can do. You’re sure he’s just panicked. Odin is good and kind and you trust him beyond measure. "You're hallucinating, my sweet. The king would never hurt you."

"No, you don't understand--" He squeaks, and you reach out to cradle his face in your palms, only flinching slightly at the coldness. "Hush, my sweet." You kiss him gently then run to the king. Hearing Loki sob behind you only makes you run faster.

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A/N: lol surprise

[astral-glass]

I don't know if you said It already, but May i ask if the Volcurin do have certain extra features they gain off of the bird species they're based on? I Hope to be making sense

I understand, and yes they do have a lot of unique features that come from their avian-like anatomy! Here are some of their features: - High affinity for UV radiation

Volcurins do technically have hollow bones, but they’re extremely strong and not as prone to breaking as you’d expect. Either way, Volcs need a massive amount of Vitamin D and calcium to maintain these bones, muscles, and feathers (keratin). Because of this affinity, most volcurins are darker skinned. This adaptation also prevents skin damage from flying in direct sun.

- Unique Eyesight

Like birds of prey, Volcurins have incredible eyesight that gives them a much stronger range of view than humans do. They see the same light spectrum, but can see detail clearly from high above the ground. As a flying creature, their eyes have a unique ‘tear’ fluid that evaporates much slower than human tears, and they have an extra layer to their eye to make up for the lack of a nictitating membrane (this layer also affects their iris, so they have a huge variety of eye colors)

- Special Larynx

As we know, birds have very complex voice boxes that allow for a broad range of vocalizations. Volcurins have a sort of combination of a bird and human larynx. This allows them to make a range of noises, at a greater range of pitch. They can also get extremely loud, to allow communication during flight. Volcs use these vocalization abilities in their native speech.

- Control of Oxygen use and organ use

Volcurins have the involuntary ability to slow their organ functionality and oxygen use, specifically for flying at high altitudes. They can survive at ~25,000-30,000 feet in the air due to their ability to restrict their oxygen intake and glide on currents. (Yes this means a commercial plane could hit a volcurin)

- 6th sense

Not as cool as it sounds, but volcs have a very keen sense for pressure change. As any flying creature, air pressure is important and allows for proper flight. This also allows volcs to tell the weather forecast. Avi uses it to dive with her eyes closed and pull up in time to not hit the ground. She likes the thrill.

- Sharp teeth

A more simple adaptation. While fangs are useful for eating meats and showing aggression, Volcs have their teeth mainly to help them preen (replaces beaks). They use their sharper canines to dislodge pesky quills.

- Other general bird things?

They molt normally but also have Molting Seasons, which is a week or so of full molts of the flight feathers and base feathers (it’s itchy and it sucks), Bright and colorful feathers are more attractive, and men tend to dress up their appearance more (they sing and dance too but less formally). Some volcs have different wing shapes that give them different flight patterns, they’re very horny.

[mrsseverussnape]

Love Is You - chapter 11

A/n: hopefully this is gonna be posted… It was very stormy and the power is off for hours because of it. I tried to create a moodboard and i am trying to post it but even my own data is not working very well, the storm was that bad and probably damaged something… I deserve some comments after trying that hard to post that😂

    Christmas was around the corner, but Scarlett wasn't as excited as she used to be even it was her favourite time of the year. She was planning to celebrate it with her kids but apparently, they had other plans which she found out quite late. Sirius has invited Leo and Remus over for a boys Christmas celebration and Carina would celebrate it with her boyfriend's family this year. Actually both of the kids have offered to stay with her but she didn't want to ruin their plans for her own enjoyment. Then Scarlett thought to spend the day with her parents just like the old days but it turned out they have already booked a holiday, they would be in Switzerland during Christmas week. So this plan has cancelled too for her. Normally she wouldn't mind staying alone but on special days she would like to have a company, especially this year she needed it more. Scarlett thought if she could invite someone over for Christmas but she didn't have many friends and the ones she had already married and would celebrate it with their families or they were living in abroad. Then one possible person came to her mind but she wasn't sure if he had someone special to celebrate the Christmas with. But she wanted to give it a try and wrote a letter to Severus and invited him over for dinner.

    Christmas had a special place in their relationship. They have started dating on December, couple of days prior Scarlett's 18th birthday then she has invited him to her house for Christmas break when she found out he would stay at Hogwarts and with that he could meet with her parents. And the best memory of that Christmas was the present that Severus gave to her. He has got her a white British long hair kitten that she fell in love with immediately. Severus has gotten that idea since Scarlett was such a cat lady and actually she was a cat herself as an animagus, also she has told him about her late cat who passed away a year ago. Scarlett has named the new kitten Pearl and she has become basically their baby and in the summer of the same year they got another kitten together and named him Paul. The warm feeling of the memories made her smile, these happy memories has become her comfort zone lately.

    It was the Christmas evening and the kids were ready to leave while Scarlett was busy decorating a cake. Leo and Carina came to the kitchen to say goodbye to her.

"Mum the cake looks delicious but isn't it way too big just for you to eat?"

"I will have a friend over, i won't be alone."

"Oh you didn't mention that. Now we don't feel as guilty for leaving you alone. Who is coming?"

"Professor Snape."

The kids exchanged looks for a moment. They still haven't said anything to her about the trunk so she had no idea that they know about her past relationship with Severus Snape.

"It will be great for you two to remember good old days, I am sure you have missed them. Have fun!"

Scarlett looked at Carina rather suspiciously after what she just said. She was asking and talking a lot about Severus and her lately. "Thank you... Are you leaving?"

"Yep, take care and don't drink much mum."

"Okay mother." Scarlett rolled her eyes at her daughter. "You two have fun and say merry Christmas to everyone from me." She kissed their cheeks goodbye. "Love you."

"Love you too mum, bye!" Carina and Leo both apparated at the same time, leaving Scarlett by herself.

She did the final touches on the cake and put it in the refrigerator to set. Now she needed to get dressed before he came. Scarlett decided on a velvet bodycon dress which is off shoulder and its emerald green colour was complimenting her copper red hair beautifully. She brushed and styled her wavy hair and finally put her signature red lipstick. Scarlett looked herself in the mirror and enjoyed her view truly for the first time in a while. She hasn't dressed up fully for a long time and she has missed seeing herself like this.

    The knock on the door took her away from her thoughts. She rushed to the door and took a deep breath before opening it. When she opened the door and saw him standing there with a winter bouquet and wine bottle in his hands. It was such a coincidence that he has picked a velvet emerald green jacket to combine with his black trousers and shirt.

"Welcome Severus, come in! It is snowing outside."

"Hello." He smiled and entered the house once he lived in together with her, handed her the bouquet and the wine he brought. “These are for you.”

"Ah thank you, the flowers are so pretty!" She inhaled the flowers’ scent.

"Not as pretty as you..." Severus couldn't take his eyes off of her, Scarlett has aged like a fine wine.

She blushed lightly at his statement and looked away from him. "You can directly go to the dinner table; we better eat them before they get cold. And you know what, i cooked everything by myself, no help from the house elf!"

"Today is the big day then huh? You are showing me your improved cooking skills?"

"Oh yes today is the day!" Scarlett giggled while they were taking their seats.

He looked at the small feast that she prepared for them. It wasn't a classic Christmas feast since both of them were vegetarians but everything was looking more than perfect.

"I must say, i am already impressed Scarlett. Everything looks and smells splendid."

"Everything tastes splendid  too, i guarantee." She winked at him. "Help yourself, bon Appetit!"

    After the dinner they moved to the couch with their drinks in hands. Severus has really enjoyed the foods even he admitted that Scarlett's cooking skills have moved from 1 to 5 point. Scarlett was more than happy to hear that because cooking wasn't her best skill at all.

    Hours have passed and they have talked little bit of that and little bit of this, ate the cake Scarlett has baked and listened to some music from the record player. After 4 glasses of wine, Scarlett had an unnecessary amount of courage and suddenly asked him if he had anyone in his life even though she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear the answer. Severus wasn't expecting that question at all but he had the answer.

"No, i don't." Severus finished off the wine in his glass. Starting a new relationship didn’t even cross his mind after their breakup. It was either Scarlett or no one for him.

"How come you are still single? You would make a great husband, i am sure."

Severus sighed and shook his head. "Scarlett, you are the only one who value me, every part of me that i don't even like myself... And i am so stupid that i let you go..." He wasn't planning the say those things but they did flow from his mouth, apparently wine has affected him too. But he didn’t care, if they had to do the talk they would now.

"I didn't want to go, you left me..." Scarlett whispered while playing with the wine glass. He hasn't even given her a proper reason, just left her. "Why did you leave? I deserve an answer Severus... It has been years, won’t you tell me still?”

Severus still didn't want to tell her the reason, he was sure it would make Scarlett very upset but he knew he should eventually. The reason has made sense to him at the time but the moment he broke up with her, Severus has regretted his decision deeply but he couldn't turn back because he has thought she wouldn't want him back anymore after how much he hurt her.

Severus took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, this talk wouldn’t be easy at all for both of them. "I will tell you but please let me finish it before saying anything… You remember that nightmare-like times between us and Sirius… I have visited Sirius when he was at the hospital after his suicide attempt, this was before your dad informed you about it. All he talked about was you and how much he loves you, how much you mean to him. And i thought maybe he loves you more since he tried to kill himself after you cut the ties with him, because of me... Scar i don't know, i just thought that he could give you more things than me and you deserve the best so i decided that you would be happier with him than being with me... Don’t look at me like that…"

Scarlett couldn't believe the things she just heard. She has always thought that he fell in love with someone else or he didn't love her anymore. "Severus, that is the stupidest thing i've ever heard from you... Didn't i show you enough that i was in love with you deeply and i was so happy with you...? I didn't want anyone or anything else but you Severus. I loved you… but apparently you didn’t love me enough…"

“That’s not true…” He couldn't dare to look into her eyes or say anything else, the words stuck into his throat. Now he knew it is a stupid reason but as a young boy it made sense to him. Severus has never thought a beautiful and rich girl like Scarlett would be his friend, let alone be dating someone like him. And there was Sirius, Hogwarts's most handsome boy and Scarlett's lifelong best friend, plus he was in love with her like crazy. Sirius looked like a better fit for Scarlett rather than himself, he never felt confident against Sirius, Severus didn’t have the looks nor the money while Sirius had both. But now looking at Scarlett and Sirius's divorce, it was clear that his thoughts were nonsense because he would never cheat on Scarlett, ever.

"Severus...?"

Scarlett’s trembling voice brought him back to reality from his thoughts. Severus looked into her tearful eyes, she always told more with her eyes and Severus liked that silent communication but now her eyes had an effect of a dagger and stabbed his heart. Then his eyes moved to her red lips and unconsciously he leant into them ever so slightly but he pulled himself back in the next second he noticed what’s he doing, he shouldn't have kissed her even he wanted nothing else. Scarlett was the same; her heart was wanting to kiss him but her brain was saying it's not a good idea at the current situation.

"I better go... Thank you for the dinner." Severus stood up to leave suddenly;  If he stayed any longer, he was scared that he wouldn't control himself and the conversation had a tool on both of them.

Scarlett just nodded, she still couldn’t process the things Severus revealed. "Good night..."

"Good night Scarlett..." And he vanished in the air.

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