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libraryofgage · 1 year ago

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PJO Steddie Four

One | Two | Three

I am once again posting hfjkds

Anyway! Here's the next PJO AU! We get to see some interactions between Steve and some goddesses, some more hints at El's parent, and some Steddie at the end

Stick around to the very end for a meme!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Five Weeks Before Meeting Eddie

Steve and the kids are spread out across a department store in Pennsylvania when he, Lucas, and Erica run into the most aesthetically pleasing woman any of them have ever seen. Her face is almost otherworldly, and Steve can't find any blemishes or imperfections in her dark skin. Her hair is a perfect afro, bouncy and decorated with little heart-shaped clips made of real gemstones, the kind of style Erica keeps trying for but always falls short of. She's wearing a short dress; it's orange, flows nicely around her knees, and is paired with white wedges.

The sight of her strikes all of them a little dumb, too distracted by appreciating her beauty to wonder why she seemed to show up out of nowhere. To their credit, Erica and Steve manage to avert their gazes when the woman's eyes glance over them. Lucas, however, continues to stare, his head tilted and his brows furrowed in thought before he lights up with recognition.

"Mom!" he exclaims, dropping the windbreaker in his hands. He smiles brightly as he rushes over, stopping just short of running into the woman. "What are you doing here?"

The woman, who Steve now realizes is Aphrodite, smiles at Lucas with a genuine warmth that relaxes him a little. "Hello, dear," she says, her voice clear and soothing as she cups Lucas's cheek and tilts his head up. "You're looking lively."

"I've been having a lot of fun," he tells her. Lucas then looks over his shoulder and waves Erica and Steve over. "This is Steve. He's been protecting us."

Erica rushes over ahead of Steve, not bothering to hold herself back from hugging Aphrodite's waist like Lucas. She buries her face in her mother's dress as the hug is returned. "I haven't seen you in years," Aphrodite says, pulling back enough to crouch in front of Erica and study her. "You've been growing so well."

"Do you like my hair?" Erica asks, showing a rare childish side as she gestures to her afro-puffs. "Steve helped!"

And this seems to be Steve's cue to introduce himself. When Aphrodite looks up and stands, he smiles politely and nods to her. "Hi, nice to meet you," he says, wondering if he's being too informal. The other goddesses he's met didn't seem to mind, though, and Aphrodite's smile reassures him.

"And you as well, Steve. Thank you for looking after my children all this time," she says, placing one hand on Erica's head and the other on Lucas's shoulder. "I've heard about you from the other goddesses and just had to see what the fuss was about."

"There's a fuss?" Steve asks. He's not sure it's such a good thing for the gods on Olympus to be talking about him. "All good, I hope."

"Good enough," Aphrodite says, her smile dimming slightly as she takes a deep breath. She looks down at Erica and Lucas. "Why don't you two go find something nice? It'll be a gift from me."

Lucas doesn't immediately understand what she means, but Erica does. She nods once and grabs Lucas's hand. "C'mon, I wanna look at the video games," she says, dragging him along.

Once they're out of earshot, Aphrodite looks at Steve. Her smile has become polite. "I truly am grateful that you've been taking care of them," she says, and Steve starts to get a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, "but I must ask that you take them back to their father."

"What? Why?" Steve asks, frowning slightly.

Aphrodite sighs and crosses her arms loosely. "Several reasons, really," she says. "You attract monsters, Steve. I mean, you are his child. Lucas and Erica were safe at home, surrounded by human children and their human father. Not to mention, your...sister."

Steve tenses, his nerves on edge with just one word. "What about my sister?" he asks, narrowing his eyes slightly. There isn't much he can do against a goddess, but he isn't scared to fight one for any of the kids, especially his sister.

"Well, I'm sure she's a very nice girl," Aphrodite starts, her voice soft and placating, but it doesn't change the anger her words incite. "But that doesn't change the danger my children are in because of her."

Knowing where this was going does nothing to quell the anger that simmers in Steve at her words. "My sister is not a danger to anybody," he says. Then he considers the words and adds, "Well, she's only a danger to the people who threaten her and her loved ones, which includes your children."

Aphrodite sighs once more, her bottom lip jutting out just slightly in what Steve knows should be a sympathetic pout, but it just comes across as patronizing. "She cannot control her powers. One slip-up, and my children ar--"

"She doesn't slip up," Steve says, interrupting Aphrodite, "El, of all people, is the most aware of herself." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself when he feels the anger crackling under his skin. Too much more and the sky will start to cloud over with thunder and lightning. "I get your concerns, but El isn't a danger."

He looks up at Aphrodite in time to see her frown, and even that expression is beautiful on her. "It doesn't matter how self-aware she is. Slipping is inevitable, and she will face my wrath if my children are hurt. That is a promise, Steve."

If Steve has learned anything from reading myths, it's that he shouldn't anger the gods, and he especially shouldn't anger the goddesses. But now El has been threatened. His sister, one of his kids, has been threatened. So, you know, he can probably be forgiven for what he says next.

"If you touch El or any of the other kids, I swear to the gods, I will make your fit over the golden apple look like a tadpole's temper tantrum," he says, his voice low as he glares at Aphrodite.

He watches as her shoulders rise, leaning back slightly, and her expression morphs into something mixed between angry and dumbfounded. "Did you just threaten me?" she asks.

Steve sees the question for what it is: a chance to take back his words and pretend they never happened. All things considered, it's generous and unexpected from a goddess. Steve doesn't actually care, though. "Yeah, I did. Those kids are under my care, even if they are little shits most of the time. I've fought for them and almost died for them multiple times. Anything that wants to hurt one of them has to go through me, whether that's monsters or gods. So, don't threaten them, because I'd hate to fight you in front of Lucas or Erica."

In the silence that follows, bland pop music plays over the department store's speakers, reminding Steve of where they are. He really just threatened Aphrodite in the middle of Macy's. Well, at least this will be a fun story to tell later.

"Well," Aphrodite finally says, sniffing once and looking down at Steve, "your arrogance is familiar." She lets that dig about Steve's godly parent rest between them for a few seconds. "Fine. I hope neither of us will ever have to act on our threats."

"Yeah. Me, too," Steve says, that anger starting to calm to a subtle buzz.

Aphrodite nods once. "The others were right about you. You are entertaining, and I can...respect your protectiveness regarding the children. I don't like you, though."

"I'll be honest, the feeling is mutual right now."

Their gazes hold for a few more seconds before Aphrodite nods once more in acknowledgment. Steve's anger fully settles then, disappearing until the next time his emotions start to stir. "I'm going to accompany Lucas and Erica for a while and get them some new clothes. I'll send them to you when we're done," she says, turning on her heel and walking in the direction that Erica pulled Lucas before Steve can respond.

He watches her leave, a frown tugging at his lips before he sighs. That meeting didn't go great, but it definitely could have been worse. Steve turns and goes to find El, needing to reassure himself that she's safe before he can completely relax.

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Eddie gets to see Steve's favor with the goddesses in action on the second day of driving. The kids are starting to argue more than talk, and Eddie will admit that he needs to stretch his legs, so Steve agrees that it's time to stop and find a hotel.

"Can we get one with a pool?" Max asks, having to shout from the back row of seats to make sure Steve hears her.

Steve glances at her in the rearview mirror before sighing. "Yeah, I guess we can try," he says, quickly returning his gaze to the road before clearing his throat. The kids all quiet down, and the van is silent for the first time in hours. "Uh, Hestia, if you've got the time, I'd appreciate some guidance to a place we can stay for the night. The kids would like one with a pool, but just a place where we can sleep safely would be great."

Eddie has heard plenty of demigods pray before, but he thinks this is the most casually genuine one he's ever heard. When they drive past a few exit signs without any change, Eddie starts to suggest Steve try again with a more, well, reverential tone. But then the van's blinker suddenly switches on, and the kids cheer. Steve snorts at their reaction as he follows the blinker's direction and takes the next exit ramp off the highway.

"What the fuck," Eddie mutters, staring as the blinker continues to signal the turns Steve should take until they're pulling into a hotel parking lot.

The sign in front of the building announces it as "Hearth and Home" in cursive letters. The hotel itself is four stories tall and looks like a giant cottage. A few cars are in the parking lot, and Eddie can somehow tell this place is some kind of passion project for someone who doesn't have to worry about money.

After Steve pulls into a spot outside the hotel and shuts the car off, he turns in his seat and looks at the kids. "What are the rules?" he asks, his tone firm and leaving no room for jokes.

"Don't talk to strangers," El says.

"Don't talk at all while you're checking us in and out," Will adds.

"Stick together and stay in sight," Lucas says.

"Cough twice if we sense a monster nearby," Erica says.

"No fighting," Max says, already starting to shift closer to the doors.

"And if anyone asks," Dustin starts.

"We're traveling to meet family one state over," Mike finishes.

Steve nods once and opens his door. That seems to be the signal the kids were waiting for because they immediately scramble out of their seats. Eddie hops out and walks over to Steve, watching the kids climb out as he asks, "What's up with the rules?"

"Well, I'm a young guy traveling with seven kids. Most hotels are hesitant to give me rooms, and they'll straight up lie about being full if the kids are rowdy. We also need a system in place if one of them realizes a monster is around. And saying we're meeting family tells people that we're expected to appear somewhere by a certain time, which deters anybody from trying to, you know, kidnap one of the kids," Steve explains, glancing at Eddie as he shrugs.

Eddie has to stop himself from asking what led to Steve making some of these rules. Instead, he bites his tongue and follows the group inside, sticking to Steve's side as he walks up to the front desk and the kids huddle within sight a few feet away.

"Hi, do you have any vacancies for the night?" Steve asks, flashing a charming smile at the older woman working the desk.

She looks at Steve, then Eddie, and then the kids behind them. "How many rooms would you need?" she asks.

"If you happen to have any connected rooms, we'll take them. But if not, just two is fine."

The woman nods and checks her computer, hesitating for a few seconds before saying, "We don't have any connected rooms, but one of our Executive Suites is open. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a large lounge area. It's made for large groups, so two of the bedrooms have bunkbeds in them. The price, however...."

Steve smiles at her reassuringly and pulls out his wallet. He plucks a black card from one of the pockets and presents it. "Don't worry about the cost," he says, "We'll take it."

At the sight of the sleek credit card, the woman lights up and smiles brightly at Steve. Eddie finds himself thinking that money really does talk. "Of course, sir," the woman says, a suddenly respectful tone coloring her words as she takes the card. "Could I see an ID as well, please?"

As Steve pulls out his license, he looks at Eddie and asks, "Could you take the kids to get the bags from the car? I should have the key cards by the time you get back." He places his license on the desk and hands his keys to Eddie.

Eddie finds himself nodding before he can really think about it, but how can he say no to Steve's brown eyes and the tiny dimples that appear when he smiles? So, he takes the keys and starts herding kids outside.

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As it turns out, the hotel does, in fact, have a pool, and Steve can't help his grin when the kids cheer after they get to their rooms and he tells them. What follows is a flurry of kids changing into bathing suits, Steve lending Eddie a pair of swim trunks, and making sure everyone has towels and plenty of sunscreen slathered all over them.

The pool is surprisingly large, and there's plenty of space for the kids to swim around and expend some energy. Steve drops into one of the pool chairs and closes his eyes, the plastic warm on his back without burning his skin. He hears another chair get dragged closer before someone sits on it. When Steve opens an eye to look over, Eddie has settled next to him, watching the kids with a slight frown.

Steve follows his gaze, but he doesn't see anything out of the ordinary. The only thing that might catch someone's attention is El wearing her beanie in the pool, but even that could be explained as her forgetting to take it off.

"They don't have any scars," Eddie says after a moment.

Steve blinks and pushes himself up some, sitting straighter in the chair and looking at Eddie. His hair is pulled back into a messy bun, a few pieces escaping to frame his face. He's not obviously muscular like Steve, and he doesn't have an 8-pack, but Steve can still see the subtle muscles in his arms and legs. And the scars. Steve can see plenty of scars littered across Eddie's chest and stomach, his arms, and one particularly nasty one just above his knee.

In that way, Steve supposes, they are similar. "I wouldn't let them get hurt," Steve says quietly, shrugging when Eddie looks at him. He scoots forward some so Eddie can get a better look at his own scars. Despite the warm weather, he still can't help goosebumps traveling up his arms as Eddie stares at him.

"What's that one from?" Eddie asks, gesturing to a large slash that reaches from Steve's shoulder to his elbow.

Steve glances down and hums softly. "Stymphalian bird feather. They're made of steel. It attacked us after we picked up Mike and Dustin. Thankfully, there was only one bird, and I managed to dodge most of the time, but I got this one when I closed in to kill it," he explains.

Eddie stares at the scar, and Steve wonders what he's imagining. Does he want to know how vicious the fight must have been? It was one of Steve's messier fights. He didn't have any training, and he barely had experience. Really, Steve had nothing but his instincts and a desperation to keep the kids safe. "What about those?" Eddie asks, pulling Steve from his thoughts as he leans closer to point at what's clearly a bite mark on Steve's right side.

"The lion head of a Chimera," Steve says, glancing at Eddie before pointing at a scar wrapping around his throat. He shifts until he's sitting on the edge of his chair and tilts his head to give Eddie a better view. "The snake tail was choking me at the same time. I had to use lightning on that one since it had me trapped. We ran into it almost two months ago."

Eddie scoots to the edge of his chair, and their knees are almost close enough to touch. Something starts to buzz under Steve's skin. It's not anger. He knows what that feels like. It's something else this time, something that sizzles and lingers and tries to push against his skin to break free. Steve tries not to think about it.

"And this one?" Eddie asks, pointing to a scar that's splashed across Steve's left knee like a starburst.

"That one," Steve says, getting a grin despite himself, "happened because Dustin tried to help me fight a minotaur. He made this mini-bomb without me knowing and threw it into the fight. I managed to tuck and roll, but the explosion still brushed against me. This scar is from it, too." He turns his right leg out so Eddie can see a similar scar on the inside of his calf.

Steve looks up in time to see Eddie swallow, his throat rolling, and that electric feeling gets stronger. It centers on Steve's knees, the spot where they're closest to touching. But it travels like those toys with magnetic sand when Eddie leans closer and points to the scar in the middle of his chest. It grows the longer Eddie's hand hovers there, and Steve glances down just to make sure there aren't actually sparks buzzing across his skin.

"This one?" Eddie whispers, holding Steve's gaze.

Mouth suddenly dry, Steve clears his throat. "My first fight. The, uh, snake thing that took Will," he says. "Some of the scars on my back and stomach are from that one, too."

Eddie nods, and Steve can't place his expression for a few seconds. When he finally does, he realizes it's something like adoration. He's seen it before from all the kids at some point, usually after he's fought a monster to keep them safe. But Eddie is different. Eddie's adoration is just the surface emotion. Under it, Steve can glimpse something even more intense. He almost wants to drown in whatever it is, let it surround him until he can figure out how to describe it.

"You really are metal, Stevie," Eddie says, his voice soft as he smiles at Steve.

Steve has already acknowledged that Eddie is his type, and he definitely isn't imagining the tension between them right now. Without thinking, he leans forward, a similarly soft grin tugging at his lips. But whatever he wanted to say is literally shocked out of him.

The moment he's close enough for Eddie's hand to actually touch Steve's chest, that fizzing energy bursts through. It's not strong by any means, but it's demanding attention as it zaps across Steve's chest and Eddie's fingertip. Steve jerks back, rubbing at his chest and taking a deep breath to control the crackling over his ribs.

Eddie is frozen, staring at his still outstretched hand in shock. His eyes are wide, and Steve grimaces, wanting to take his hand and check for burns but scared of shocking Eddie more.

"Sorry," he mutters, looking away and coincidentally meeting El's gaze. She's sitting on the steps leading into the pool, legs pulled up to her chest with an amused smile on her face. When she realizes that Steve is slightly panicked, though, she blinks and tilts her head. Steve subtly shrugs one shoulder, and, thankfully, she gets the message.

"Steve!" she calls, waving her hand as though she doesn't already have his attention.

It's the save Steve is desperate for, and he practically jumps up from his chair. "I'm gonna go see what El needs," he says, glancing at Eddie only to find he's already looking up at Steve.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Eddie mumbles. Steve waits until Eddie nods to speed-walk (it's still a pool, after all, and he won't set a bad example by running) over to El, urging his heart and the crackling beneath his skin to calm down.

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skys-archive · 3 months ago

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To me, a very heartbreaking aspect of this election (at least as someone who lives in the deep south) is finding out the sheer number of people who I thought loved me and cared for my safety are happy at the outcome. People I tried to tell about this and what would happen.

My own mother didn't like either candidate from the beginning. I tried to tell her about project 2025 to sway her opinion. She told me those could never pass. She said she couldn't vote for Kamala because she's "basically Biden" to her. She voted for Trump because she thinks he's a smart businessman, and she said she likes Vance.

My own mother, who does genuinely love and care for me and who I have a lovely relationship with, voted for someone who actively wants me dead. For someone who wants her to remain in an abusive relationship she left years ago. Because "they won't pass".

My close friends who know my identity and who I am and I thought respected me for who I am are ecstatic at the results. People I didn't know the political beliefs of are coming out and letting me know they side with someone who wants my death, who wants the erasure of my people.

And honestly, maybe they will have it.

My ex, when I came to him originally about how scared I was of project 2025, thought I was getting upset over nothing. The man who I loved more than anything in this world believed that I was overreacting, that it would all be fine, that it didn't matter. He wasn't there when I was terrified. I almost wish I could look him in the face several months from now and he could see how real my fears are.

Other people like me, other people who are scared like me, are trying to just ignore it. A woman who I don't know too well came up to a group of friends I was with today and went to a couple, a man with his nonbinary partner. She said not to worry, that it was unconstitutional and it wouldn't happen.

This same group of friends discussed it, but it wasn't about fear or what to do now.

I met a friend today, at our usual spot. I was waiting for them, sitting with my head down on the table. I'd only found out a few minutes before. They said my name several times before I looked up. They asked if I wanted a forehead kiss and then led me to the rest of our friends. They said they were scared their father would be deported.

A different friend is probably going to leave their boyfriend. Not necessarily because of him, but definitely due to his friends. They say awful things about people like us every day, and there's certainly a reason their boyfriend hangs out with them.

I sat next to a friend and made fun of a tiktok I saw about Trump, it turned into a velocity edit about halfway through, I thought it was silly. She laughed with me but then said she was "so glad" he won, and doesn't understand why so many of her friends are "in such a mood". Many of her friends are queer.

My black friend is posting videos, jokes about having her rights taken away. I know it's how she's coping. I feel for her, and I understand, but I know I also could never know exactly how she feels.

I'm surrounded by people celebrating, people who I thought wanted me safe. Do they simply not know? Or do they want my death, too? Can they not see how terrified I am, how silent I am now?

I don't know if I should stay out. I hate the idea of using my deadname, of hearing my close friends calling me "she". But that would be safer.

Do I want to be safer? I don't think so. I don't want to die resigned. I don't want to hate myself even more. I want to be who I've been my whole life. Out, proud, safety and inspiration to the younger queer people who are scared. I want to be positive for them so they know that people like them can be happy. But I want to warn them as well, that being like this is dangerous, and hard.

I want disabled people who are scared to get aids, scared to get diagnosed, to look at me and know that there is at least some hope.

My mind is prone to overthinking, to finding the worst possible outcome of every situation. So I wonder if all of the things I come up with won't happen, and for a moment I find comfort in that. But I see others fear. I see how terrified they are of the same outcomes that I am, i see that I'm not the only one seeing them.

And I think, Why?

What am I meant to do now?

#us elections #us politics #politics tw #queer #lgbtq+#transgender #disability #mental illness

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takeachillpillshawty · 9 months ago

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Why is it always the middle age women after the middle school boys? heck not even middleschoolers, tell me why some 40ish woman is after some of the UNDERAGE twst boys. Not men, BOYS.

Miss ma'am, you're old enough to be MY mom. I saw an art she did with Jamil and Kalim in a suggestive position, stripped down to their boxers. She said and I'm quoting her on this:

"I tried to draw something nsfw but I added clothes on a separate layer and ended up liking it better lmao.....oh well."

about a suggestive drawing between two underage boys in their undewear. I see that she draw Kalim and Jamil together, but the thing she forget about Kalim is that he's a drummer. She's trying to touch a cord and it's probably A-MINORRRR.

(Ok edit, I think I got too heated when posting this so yeah, I have some more to say.)

the bad part is that she's a good artist, her art is genuinely good, but seriously? I'm not saying that you have to stop like certain things at a certain age, but it's not fucking to NOT sexualize a minor, it doesn't cost you anything. And her excuse is the 'they are fictional, so it's not a problem' bullshit. I want you all to look up blogthegreatrouge on YouTube and look at all the videos calling her out on her weird ass art. I used to watch her shit when I was 7-8, I didn't know any better and thought the stuff she drew was normal. I and many of her use to be fans grew up and realized how fucked her comics were, the characters are fictional but the kids watching aren't.

This kind of shit will groom a kid to think it's normal because their favorite fictional character does it so it's ok. Kids are stupid, naive and looking for support, they will look up to someone they admire and if that person is feeding them such harmful information to that child, they will normalize it. This could affect the child's view on love and how relationships work, to the point that if someone is doing this to the child they will think it's normal, or the worst case scenario that child grows up to become that abuser without realizing it.

This artist isn't as bad as blogthegreatrouge but they are the adult in the situation, Twst is a fandom catering to a young adult audience, that includes young tweens. Like I said, kids don't know any better and it's our job as a community to be a good example and make sure they are safe. I hope if this artist knows who they are and see how this can affect someone, even if they're in their 40s....I doubt.

If anyone knows who I'm talking about DO NOT harass them, just unfollow, block and move on. If anyone is interested into know who I'm talking about you can privately message me, again. Do not harass them.

#proshitters dni #fuck proshitters #fuck proshippers #twst #twisted wonderland #twst shitpost #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland

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theyanderespecialist · 1 year ago

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Base Yandere Shego Headcanons (Kim Possible)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new request, and this request is, like, over a year old! So I am sorry for the long wait. This chapter on Tumblr/wattpad/archive/other will have the base headcanons, and the YouTube video will have that, but also, maybe a scenario/storytelling, too!]

(Disclaimer: Shego is an adult woman and acts like an adult. So, Shego gets a pass in the cartoon area. She is also not yandere in canon, and this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously! Simping for fictional characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it. You know who you are! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon.)

(I hope you enjoy this!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Shego-

.Shego is a bit of an odd case as a yandere.

.She is a yandere that will lash out at her rivals, though with her darling she is very much obsessed with them, but she does a LOT Of denying her feelings for them.

.So maybe a bit of a Tsundere as well?

.She is the type of yandere with you her darling that she would do what she can to make sure you are okay.

.Even going as far as to ask her enemies for help if she is not able to keep you safe on her own.

.It takes a big hit to her pride, but as a yandere, she will put your safety above anything and everyone else.

.She will not admit her feelings for you easily, being in denial a lot of the time with them.

.She though is confident in her flirting at least that is what she tells herself.

.Cause when she flirts with you she gets tongue-tied and lashes out if you flirt back.

.It is an odd case.

.Just like animals she never uses her powers against you, as she has been seen never using them against animals.

.Cause she cares for animals and she cares for you even more.

.She would not want to accidentally hurt you.

.She is the type of yandere to lash out, as I said before.

.With rivals she lashes out at them, and if they were to get anywhere with you, she WOULD kill them.

.We have to remember she is a mercenary.

.She has killed and will kill again.

. Especially if someone hurts you or tries to take you from her.

.She is a protective yandere as well that is for sure.

.She will put her life on the line to keep you safe.

.Then scold you for making her worry so much, were you trying to get yourself killed (Name)!?

.When she does confess to you, she is a bit awkward, flirting with guys, and using her looks is easy when she does not care about them!

.Though with you! These feelings are very much real and before this, she was not ready to admit them!

.When she does she is showing a vulnerable side that she has not shared with anyone else.

.So if you say yes, she is going to kiss you and make you hers.

.If you say no, well she won't kidnap you, she won't force you to love her.

.Though she is going to get angry, she won't take it out on you, she is going to go on a rampage where she does mass murder and destroys entire cities!

.She is PISSED That you turned her down, so she has to take that anger out somewhere.

.She will never take it out on you, she has good control over that.

.In the end, she is one of the most stable and well-controlled yanderes out there.

.At some point she might kidnap you if it meant you were safe.

.It would never be for the selfish reason of forcing you to be hers or for you to stay by her side.

.She just would rather want you safe and sound.

.She does have a better moral compass as well, which yes is shocking.

.She would despise you being with anyone else, of course, she is a yandere and she is not willing to share you.

.Though she wants you to genuinely want to be with her of your own will.

.No mind control, no black mail, no force.

.This makes her a much better yandere than most.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS got this done! I hope that you all enjoyed and stay sexy, all of my, sexy muffins!]

#yandere #yandere shego #yandere headcanons #shego #shego kim possible #shego x reader #shego x you #gender neutral reader #reader #headcanons

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heartvshand · 2 months ago

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No One Can Force Us Out of Our Pajamas Chapter 3: First Date

No One Can Force Us Out of Our Pajamas

Chapter 1: No One Can Force Us Out of Our Pajamas

Chapter 2: Coffee

Chapter 3: First Date

By the time Friday arrived, Agatha and Rio had privately hung out every day. Their first date certainly didn’t feel like a first date at all. Rio showed up in a suit with a driver at 4pm as expected. Rio rang the bell and waited.

When the door opened, Evanora Harkness smiled at her. “Rio, come in! Agatha is looking forward to this so much. She’ll be down in just a moment.”

Rio knew Agatha was genuinely excited, because they’d discussed it earlier in the day on a video call. She also knew the other woman was nervously brushing her teeth, because Agatha had sent her a text saying as much when she sent a message to let her know she was pulling up.

“How are your parents?” Evanora said, her voice professional and exhausting.

Rio pulled her eyes from the staircase to her. “Oh, they’re great. Having a date night of their own. Thank you. How are you?”

Evanora folded her hands in front of her beige skirt and nodded. “That’s wonderful. I wish them the best. I’m well. Thank you.”

Agatha made her way down the stairs. A tight smile on her face. “Hi, Rio.”

“Hi, Agatha.” She held out her hand to help her off the last step.

Agatha linked arms with her. “Thanks.”

They smiled at each other. The room around them faded into the background; Agatha felt momentarily safe as she looked into Rio’s eyes.

“Four in the afternoon is such an interesting time to start a date.” Evanora’s voice brought her back to the surroundings.

She blinked and looked at her mother. “I think we have a lot of ground to cover.”

“Lots of events planned. One starts a bit on the early side.” Rio held a finger to her lips. “But it’s a surprise. We should head out. Thank you, Mrs. Harkness.”

Evanora gave another professional smile. “Right. Agatha, you behave, you hear?”

Agatha’s smile flickered for the smallest second, but she recovered quickly. She gave a silent nod, trying to send a telepathic message to Rio begging that they leave now.

Rio’s jaw clenched, and Agatha felt her arm muscles tighten. She swallowed and smiled back at Agatha’s mother.

“I’m sure Agatha will be wonderful, Mrs. Harkness. We’ll be on our way now. Thank you and have a good evening.” Rio gave a small nod and led Agatha out the door.

Evanora couldn’t muster a response before they’d exited. She stood still, fuming. Ernie shut the front door behind them with a quiet thud, and Evanora’s eyes landed on him.

“Ernie, don’t slam that door, damn it!”

Ernie nodded. “Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.”

Rio and Agatha slid into the back seat of the car waiting for them, and they both let out a big sigh. Rio stared at her for a moment, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, but your mom sucks so much. What was with that comment?” Rio grimaced. “I wanted to say more than I did, but I didn’t want her to back out of the merger, because of some bogus reason like ‘that Rio doesn’t have manners,’ or whatever gripe she could come up with.”

Agatha rested her head on Rio’s shoulder. Her eyes took in the inside of the car: tinted windows, black seats. She realized she wasn’t buckled up; lifting her head, she quickly fixed that.

She bit her lip and said, “I hope that doesn’t happen. I-I’d still want to do this.”

“Well,” Rio said, turning to face her. “It would be absolutely batshit insane, but I could propose tonight? So, she doesn’t have time to…back out?”

Agatha’s eyes widened. “Oh, wow. Do you think that would work?”

“I don’t know. To them, it might seem crazy, but technically, we’ve seen each other every day this week. It wouldn’t be the most insane move since we’ve hung out a lot, right?” Rio shifted in her seat. “It is completely up to you.”

“It would get me out of there a lot sooner.” Agatha weighed the pros and cons mentally. “When do you want to do the other four dates? If we stick with the fifth date plan?”

“We could do one per week for the next five weeks or we could do two next week and two the week after?” Rio counted out the weeks on her hands. “So, two weeks or five weeks?”

“I’m scared she’ll know something’s up if we change the plan.” Agatha bit her lip. “Let’s do two weeks. Maybe we can avoid her until the proposal.”

Rio laughed and ran her hand through her hair. “I don’t know if we can. I will do my best to not say anything that she might be upset by. Maybe there could be a way for us to avoid having her in a setting where she feels comfortable saying that sort of thing in front of me?”

Agatha settled back into her seat, resting her head on Rio’s shoulder again. Rio reflexively held her hand. She thought about what Rio was saying, thinking about her mother.

“Yeah, that might be good,” she said. “She doesn’t want to look bad in front of your parents. She probably wouldn’t say anything in front of them. Oh, or in a public setting.”

Agatha felt the tears in her eyes and wiped her eyes quickly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m sorry. I wish I could have defended you better.” Rio wrapped her arms around Agatha. “I swear I’ll rebuke that kind of thing once paperwork is signed. I don’t want to make things harder for you at home. And honestly, I’m scared of your mom pulling out of the deal and you winding up getting married off to someone who sucks or goes along with your mom’s bullshit way of treating you.”

She paused for a moment. “And, selfishly, I really am enjoying spending time with you.”

“I’m enjoying your company, too, Rio. You’ve been so great.” Agatha kept her head rested on Rio’s chest. “Um, I have a question, though.”

“Sure, what’s up?” Rio stroked her hair and waited for the other woman to speak.

“I really do like you,” she said. “Do you like me? Like…romantically?”

Rio was quiet for a moment; her heart lodged itself in her throat. She couldn’t breathe for a second as the blood rushed through her ears. She cleared her throat. “Sorry. I’m not hesitating, because I don’t know. It’s because I’m nervous. The answer is yes. Yeah, I do. I like you a lot. Spending all this time with you this week has been so wonderful.”

Agatha sat up and looked at her with a big smile on her face. “Cool.”

The car stopped and they both looked up.

“We’re here.” Rio straightened her suit, while Agatha double checked her dress.

“Ready?” Rio said.

Agatha nodded and they stepped out of the car into a sea of flashing lights. Rio kept her hand securely in Agatha’s, while guiding her through the throngs of people.

“All of this for a hotel heiress?” Agatha said, softly against Rio’s ear.

Rio smiled and shrugged.

People shouted at her, asking her questions, asking Agatha questions. She led them through the throngs of people to the first stop on their date: a fancy dinner at a restaurant owned by the Vidals, all so they could get to the basketball game that started at what Rio would call a normal, reasonable dinner time.

Once they were seated deep within the restaurant, Rio kept her hands in front of her mouth as she spoke. “There will be some people who slip in and take photos.”

“Yeah, gonna assume we’re performing anywhere outside of the car.” Agatha hid her lips as well. “Also, hiding your lips, that’s a smart move.”

Rio made a face, confirming Agatha’s assumption and laughed. “Yeah, it’s a good move for sure.”

They ordered food and pretended this was the first real conversation they’d ever had.

“So, Rio, what do you do for fun?” Agatha chewed her food slowly, waiting for Rio’s acceptable public answer.

Rio took a sip of wine and dabbed her mouth. “I collect glass animals, play sports, and take hikes. What about you?”

They heard the snap of cameras, both trying to ignore them. They exchanged a look, staying in character.

Agatha answered the question and then with her mouth covered with the napkin, she asked a real question. “Why is there so much fanfare about this date?”

Rio, hiding her mouth, said, “You’re the first person I’ve ever been seen going on a date with or seen with romantically at all.”

Agatha nodded, smiling. “I see.”

Rio laughed, focusing on her food.

The man with a camera standing across the dining room snapped several more shots of them. Other patrons were starting to glance in their direction, but once the man left, the extra attention faded. Agatha eyed Rio, chewing a bite of food slowly; she had questions for later. She stuck to the script for the sake of dinner.

Once they were back in the car, Agatha said, “Can I ask a real question?”

“Of course.” Rio tilted her head and watched her.

“Why am I the first person you’ve been seen with? What’s the big deal with your dating life?” Agatha narrowed her eyes. “What’s going on there?”

Rio smiled and shrugged. “I have been able to be very discreet. There’s been speculation about my sexuality for a long time. Nobody’s been able to figure out if I’m straight, gay, bisexual, or ‘other.’ I’m notoriously alone in public.”

“But you’ve dated people?” Agatha frowned.

“In high school, yes, but not since then.” She rubbed her neck. “Most people aren’t dating me for the right reasons.”

“Oh.” Agatha watched the traffic passing by in the window next to Rio. “But you’ve slept with people?”

“Yes,” Rio said, staring at Agatha, nerves flickering across her features. “I’ve slept around, but I haven’t committed to anyone in my adult dating history.”

Agatha brought her attention from the cars rolling along next to them to the woman in front of her. “Why?”

Rio ran her hand through her hair. “It isn’t because I’m not interested in commitment. I-I’m just not interested in the people I tend to attract. Someone who wants to use me for clout, money, or whatever. The people I’ve slept with, I’ve met elsewhere, outside of all of this, who didn’t know who I was.”

Agatha bit her lip and nodded. “Okay. Thanks for answering my question.”

“Of course.” Rio smiled and tentatively reached for her hand.

Agatha took it and squeezed. She rested her head on her shoulder and sighed.

Rio ran her thumb up and down the side of Agatha’s and watched the scenery change. She knew they were nearing the arena where the hockey game would take place. She chewed on her lip, trying to decide how to circle back to their previous conversation. “Earlier, before diner, you asked if I like you romantically, and I said, yes, but I didn’t get to ask you the same thing. Um, do you like me romantically, too?”

Agatha popped her head up and looked at Rio, smiling widely. “Yeah, I do. A lot.”

Rio felt her face warming up. “Okay. I thought you’d said so, but I wanted to clarify. Also, um, does my dating history—is that okay?”

Agatha’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean? Yeah, of course, it’s okay. I wanted to understand you, that’s all. Mine, I guess, is sort of similar. I wasn’t worried about people seeing me, but I liked keeping it more private. And I dated in college, and Jen, I met on a dating app. But I-I don’t know. I held people at arm’s length. I was afraid they’d treat me like my mom treats me.”

She shrugged. “Sorry. I’m babbling.”

“No, no, you’re great.” Rio gave a low chuckle. “It’s a bit reassuring, honestly. I got nervous with the way you were asking.”

Agatha rubbed Rio’s arm, leaning her head on Rio’s shoulder. “I was nervous you might…I don’t know.”

Rio frowned. “I might what? Not like you for long?”

Agatha exhaled. “Hm, I don’t know. Maybe. Yeah, I think so.”

“Agatha, I’m sorry. No, not the case at all. I-I’m really loyal to a fault. My love life is just a nightmare because of who I am related to. And you and I, we have something else going on. This is different. I promise.” Rio’s foot jiggled. “Hey, would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Agatha lifted her head and blinked. “Like, privately?”

“Yeah,” Rio said, softly. “No pressure.”

Agatha started to answer when the car stopped and the driver said, “We’re here.”

They both looked at the driver and then back to each other.

“Yes,” Agatha said, quickly. “Yes, I want to be your girlfriend.”

Rio ducked her head. “Cool. I want to be your girlfriend, too. Is it okay if I kiss you?”

Agatha leaned in, nodding. “Yes, come here.”

Rio closed the distance. Their lips pressed together, and Agatha’s hand undid her seatbelt, so she could shift to face Rio better. She tangled her hand in Rio’s hair, and Rio grabbed her wrist and rubbed her thumb against Agatha’s skin.

The driver knocked on their door and they broke apart, sharing a giant smile.

“Where are we?” Agatha said, sliding out of the car with Rio right behind her.

There was a lot less fanfare when they stepped out of the car. She slipped her hand into Agatha’s, trying to guide her inside. She leaned forward and said, quietly, “We’re going to a basketball game.”

Agatha’s head was buzzing from the kissing in the car. And their decision to really be girlfriends. Once they were inside, Rio stepped in front of her, holding on to her hand and leading the way to their seats. The concession stands, the merch stands, the other attendees all passed Agatha in a blur. The chatter and excitement wafted through the air riding on the smells of popcorn and hot dogs.

Agatha followed her to the courtside seats and sat next to Rio, but she was overwhelmed by the loud music and louder fans in the stands.

“You okay? Is this okay?” Rio said, biting her lip. Her eyes scanned Agatha.

Agatha nodded vigorously. “Yeah, it’s loud and crazy, but yes, it’s great. I’ve never been to a basketball game.”

Rio looked distressed for a minute. “I’m sorry I thought it would be fun, because it’s loud and we could talk a bit more freely, and any paparazzi types, they can’t be here in quite the same way.”

Agatha shook her and grabbed Rio’s hands. “Oh, no! No, Rio, it’s wonderful. I’m excited to experience this with you. I’m having a great time with you.”

Rio’s features relaxed, and a smile formed. “I’m having a great time with you, too.”

They people-watched until the game started, which Agatha watched but spent a lot of time watching Rio. While she wasn’t sure of the rules, she appreciated that when there were major upsets, Rio would lean over and explain.

They were able to be a little more relaxed while the game played out.

When the game ended, Agatha and Rio slipped out quietly. Once they were back in the car, Rio bit her lip, nerves back in her throat.

“Was that okay?” Rio said. She kept her eyes on the ring on her finger.

“Yeah, absolutely.” Agatha buckled up and grabbed her hand. “Thank you, Rio. Seriously. It was really nice. I also enjoyed your helpful explanations throughout the game.”

“I’m glad.” She exhaled a shaky breath. “Um, I’ve also got tickets for a late movie. If you want.” She swallowed and shifted in her seat as the car drove toward their next adventure. “We can skip it if you’re tired. I wanted to keep you out as late as I could to help you avoid your mom.”

Agatha felt a squeeze in her chest. “You said we’d be out late before you knew enough about her to know I’d want that.”

She shrugged. “I’m perceptive. You said a few things that first day, and then in that first text, I just-I got the impression it might be helpful.”

Agatha smiled wide. “Thank you. What movie are we seeing?”

Agatha sat shoulder to shoulder with Rio, playing with her hand. Rio settled in next to her and relaxed, chatting about the movie.

Once they were settled in the movie theater with the lights down and the movie, Agatha tapped Rio on the shoulder. She turned to look at her, offering her the small bag of popcorn they’d opted to share. Agatha gave her a peck on the lips.

Rio kissed her back before Agatha pulled away. They shared a small smile.

After the movie was over, Rio felt a sadness set in. She hated the idea of taking Agatha back to her home. Would Evanora be waiting up for her to debrief on the date? Would she grill her in the morning? Would they have a business meeting Monday?

She glanced at Agatha, who looked sleepy.

Once they were in the car, Rio ran her tongue over her teeth. “Will your mom grill you about our date?”

Agatha blew a deep breath out of her mouth. “Oh, I don’t know. Probably. She might wait until the morning.”

Agatha checked her phone for the time. “Yeah, since it’s nearly one in the morning, she will likely wait until the morning.”

“Do you think she’ll be upset with you about the comment that I made?” Rio watched the familiar drive to Agatha’s house bring them one step closer to ending their evening.

“I’m not entirely sure. I’ve never had someone…stand up to her like even in that subtle kind of way.” Agatha spun Rio’s ring around on her finger. “When she grills me, I assume she’ll ask me when our next date is set for. But beyond that, I’m not entirely sure.”

With a nod, Rio sighed. “Well, I’ll wait out here until I know you’re safely in your room and away from her. Is that okay?”

Agatha looked at her. “Really?”

“Yeah, of course. It sucks she’s such a bummer.” Rio’s stomach dropped as they turned on to the last road before they were at Agatha’s. “Um, for our next date, how about Tuesday? We could go to a double feature at a drive-in movie theater, and then we could go stargazing or dancing. Whatever will keep you out as late as you want to be out.”

Agatha tilted her head and nodded. “It sounds wonderful.”

“And our third date could be Friday. We could go roller skating and grab dinner and maybe we could pick a movie to watch at my place and you could stay with me that night?” Rio stared at Agatha. “Again, no pressure for anything sexual to happen. Just a sleepover to help you be…not at home.”

Agatha’s heart raced. She didn’t want to rush into anything, but she really appreciated Rio’s thoughtfulness.

“If they get weird about the accelerated timeline, we can just say we’ve really hit it off.” Rio’s heart sank as they pulled up in front of her house.

Agatha looked out the window and sighed. She looked back to Rio and smiled.

“Both of those dates sound wonderful. This plan sounds great.” Agatha said as she unbuckled. “Thank you.”

“Let me know how it goes when you get inside.” Rio hugged her, kissing her temple.

Agatha shifted so that her lips were close to Rio’s. “Can I kiss you?”

Rio closed the very short distance between their lips and softly kissed her.

When they pulled away, they shared a smile. Agatha’s smile faltered as her heart sank. She didn’t want to get out of the car.

Rio bared her teeth, giving a pained expression. “I know it sucks. I’m sorry.”

Agatha sighed. “The sooner I go in, the sooner it’ll be over.”

“Pick you up tomorrow?” Rio squeezed her hand.

“Yes,” she said, groaning. “It can’t get here soon enough.”

Agatha stepped out of the car and headed inside, bracing for whatever her mother might be waiting to say.

Once she was inside, she made it to her bedroom and felt her shoulders relax. She sent a quick text to Rio to let her know she could go home.

Once she had changed, she went to turn off her light when there was a light knock on her door. She held her breath.

“Agatha?” Her mother’s voice came. “How did the date go?”

“Hey, Mom, the date was good.” Agatha’s fingers hovered over the light switch.

“Good. When is your next one?” Evanora tapped on the door. “Are you decent?”

The door opened before Agatha could answer.

Agatha dropped her hand from the light switch. “Mom, it’s late. I’d like to sleep now. Our next date is scheduled for Tuesday.”

“Tuesday?” Her eyebrows shot up. “So soon?”

“Yes,” Agatha said. “The date tonight went really well.”

Evanora smiled, rubbing her hands together. “Wonderful. That will speed up the business timeline.”

Agatha crossed her arms and nodded, biting back a retort.

“Don’t fuck it up, you hear me?” Evanora said, grabbing the doorknob. “Good night.”

Evanora shut the door before Agatha could respond. Her blood boiled, but she thought of Rio, and then she realized her mom hadn’t mentioned Rio’s comment from earlier. She felt relief.

She turned off the light and got settled in bed. She grabbed her phone and checked in with Rio again. The glow of the screen illuminated her face as she tapped away from under her cream-colored comforter and sheets.

Agatha: Hey, settled in bed now. Mom checked on me, asked when our next date was, and didn’t mention your comment from earlier.

Rio: That’s a relief. I’m glad she didn’t cause problems for you. What’d she say about the date?

Agatha: Ugh she was thrilled because she said it would ‘speed up the business timeline,’ so stupid

Rio: I’m glad she wasn’t an asshole about it =)

Agatha: Can I call?

Rio: Of course!

Agatha hit the video call button and Rio picked up instantly.

“Hey, Agatha,” Rio said, smiling at her screen.

“Hey, Rio.” Agatha felt her whole body relax. “I wanted to see your face before I fell asleep.”

“Happy to be of service.” She winked.

Rio was in a tank top, and her hair cascaded down over her shoulders. After the past few days of video calls, Agatha was accustomed to this look. She sat against the dark green headrest, and Agatha could see the black pillowcase wedged behind Rio’s back.

Agatha was lying on her side, her arm folded under her head, hugging the pillow to her face and watching her on the screen. “Rio?”

“Hm?” Rio said, who was staring back at her.

“I don’t care about the business timeline. And I’m happy we’re really girlfriends. I’ve been having such a good time with you.” Agatha spoke softly, afraid to be overheard.

Rio’s eyes lit up. “Me, too. The business stuff is for them. I don’t care. I’m still relieved that you’re great. I’ve really enjoyed this week, and I’m happy we’re girlfriends, too. Is it okay that I asked you tonight?”

“Yes, of course.” Agatha laughed quietly. “It was the best part. It made the whole situation feel less weird.”

Rio’s face relaxed. “Okay, that’s a relief. I was worried.”

They were quiet for a few minutes. Rio worked up the courage to ask a serious question.

“I know we’ve seen each other every day this week, so no pressure if you don’t want to hang out tomorrow. I don’t want to smother you or take up too much of your time. Do you really want to see me tomorrow?”

Agatha’s eyes widened. “What? Yes, of course. I love spending time with you.”

“Okay, I didn’t know if you wanted to spend time with other people or anything. I didn’t want to monopolize your time or anything.” Rio pulled a stray fuzz off her shirt.

“No, no, you’re not.” Agatha yawned. “You’re great. We could hang out with friends or something if you wanted to keep it not so isolated?”

Rio tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Sure, that works for me, if you want to do that. Probably too last minute for them for tomorrow, but maybe next Saturday?”

“Yeah,” Agatha said, grinning. “I’m happy I get you all to myself tomorrow.”

Rio giggled. “Oh yeah, why’s that?”

“Because I want to hang out with my girlfriend.” Agatha said, sing-songing the word ‘girlfriend’ and smiling.

Rio beamed. Her heart soared.

“I’m so excited to hang out with my girlfriend,” she said, mimicking Agath’s sing-songing of the word ‘girlfriend’ and laughing.

Agatha yawned again and gave her a sleepy smile.

Rio clocked the sleepiness getting the better of Agatha and said, “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

Agatha nodded, her eyes drooping shut. “See you tomorrow.”

Rio hung up and pictured Agatha next to her. She replayed the night in her head. She’d had such a good time with Agatha. She was nervous, because she was out of practice when it came to being a girlfriend. She suspected she was doing all right, but the nerves still got the better of her.

She’d been so worried about this arrangement, but she was finding solace in building this friendship with Agatha. She was second guessing whether or not asking her to be girlfriends this early was the right move, but when she looked inside herself, she knew what she wanted. She wanted to be with Agatha. She wanted to get to know her and kiss her and give her the world.

Rio cozied up in the sheets and blankets, and she drifted off to sleep coming up with more ideas of their future home together.

#aaa week #agatha all along #agatha harkness #agatha x rio #rio vidal #rio x agatha #agathario #arranged marriage #fan fiction #fanfic

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theflowergothic · 3 days ago

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Hi, Flower! Just wanted to come by and congratulate you on releasing the exposé. Finally! You did an amazing and thorough job. It should be paid labor istg.

Now, the critique the videos get seems ridiculous to me. From what I've seen, the main notion is about how it's creepy to make a 6-hour-long video about someone's relationship. Lmaoo??? When we literally have hours and hours' worth of similar videos about other celebs on yt? When we literally have 'blind items' videos all over tiktok? We EXIST (in the context lmao) in a celebrity culture that lives and breathes gossip. And a 4x F1 WDC and his baby momma are not a part of of it all of a sudden? Lmao gtfooooo here.

Suddenly, when the conversation is about Max and Kelly, it's an invasion of privacy. Especially when ALLLLL of what you mention in the exposé is public knowledge, laying bare-assed on the internet. Invasion of privacy, my ass.

No one - let me repeat that, NO ONE - would make a 6-hour-long video about someone's, be it Max and Kelly's or anybody else's, relationship if it wasn't problematic, cause there would literally be nothing to talk about for 6 fucking hours. No one would give a fuck about them being together if they were decent. If the video was a flattering one, Kelly and her minions would piss themselves from happiness. Not one of them would bat an eye, immediatly asking to cut it, edit and make it a 10 hour series, solding it off to Netflix as DTS:WAG edition. Too bad there's not much positive to be said about her couple with Max.

And I'm waiting for someone to say that F1 doesn't exist in the same context as Hollywood. Yeah, sure. When F1 is doing everything to make it a profitable proto-Hollywood culture - solding out to Neftlix (i wonder if they wil secure broadcast rights for F1, too), WAG culture, constant sponsorhips - teams aside, im talking about drivers and WAGs. You fuck an f1 driver and somehow you become a niche celebrity. What is it if not a celebrity culture?

They (FIA, etc.) dream of making f1 more popular cause it means more money. And don't give me that shit about how sport should be strictly about sport only. Yeah and film industry should about cinema only, and music industry should be about music only. But are they tho? If f1 exceedingly becomes even more glamourized and reaches much wider audiences, similar videos will be made about every couple on grid, trust me. Even about much less problematic ones, even if there's absolutely nothing to warn others about as in Kelly's case.

Crying about how you've made a video about "a pregnant woman"? Ok, and? Congrats to her, genuinely hope she gives birth to the baby safely, but like… should we tell everyone? Should we throw a party? Should we invite the Virgin Mary? How does Kelly being pregnant cancel out her being problematic? Especially considering that she's been funny in the head since wayyyy before being pregnant with Max's - hell, even Daniil's child. News flash: fucked-up people can get pregnant too.

'Yall want to fuck Max and are jealous of Kelly'. Great driver, amazing driver. Wouldn't touch his daddy AND mommy issues, serial cheater, rbr merch wearing ass with a 10ft pole tho. Having a relationship with a professional sportsman seems like a dream only for the girls that want to blow the bank on treating STDs and neurosis.

Anyway, Flower, kudos to you. Whether the video makes rounds and what impact it makes, it's not up to us really. But one thing I can say for sure — you, the timeline, and the exposé are going down in the Hall of F1 Gossip Fame. Hope you're doing well, and please take care, love.

Sorry haters, but this anon cooked y'all!

In all honesty, thank you so much for writing this. You really made my day!

#flowergothic #flowerasks #kelly piquet #max verstappen

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catholic-academia-aesthetic · 4 months ago

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hello! i resort to this since I don't have access to a catholic church/guide to ask this type of things. So, here's whats happening: since i was little i always had this admiration towards the Virgin Mary, i always thought that she was beautiful and kind and nowdays i still do, she's like a mother figure for me. But, in the other hand, im extremely scared of God and Jesus. i dont know why, and i feel ashamed to confess it, but I don't feel the same safe and loved with the idea of them like i do with Mary.

Also, im a lesbian, and im even more afraid because of that since i know that religion usually has something against it.

Am I a sinner? Is there a way for me to be less scared of God and Jesus? only beliving in Mary is an actual religion?

Im sorry for bothering, but i really need to start beliving in something because my life is falling apart and i don't want to lose it all. Anyways, I hope this isn't uncomfortable, and i wiah you have a lovely day, afternoon or night! 🩷

hi, thank you for reaching out and sharing all this! I'm sad to hear your life is falling apart, that must be an awful feeling. I'm here for you for whatever it's worth.

There's a lot here so my anwer will obviously be a CliffsNotes version, full of shortcuts and simplifications.

First of all, of course you are a sinner. We all are. Every human in history apart from Mary and Jesus was a sinner. Every saint was a sinner.

I see that you feel close to the Virgin Mary, that her beauty and kindness speaks to you, you admire her. But it doesn't lead you to God, on the contary, you're very afraid of Him.

This makes me wonder where did you learn about Mary? How have you come to know the things that make you admire her? How did you learn she is kind and motherly? What were your sources? Was it genuine Catholic teaching, or maybe some private ideas passed on by someone you know?

Is the person you admire actually Mary, the Mother of God, or is it some vague idea of her built in your or someone else's imagination?

We Catholics admire Mary because of her devotion to God. We admire her courage in agreeing to be the Mother of God and her humility in raising her Son who was God. We admire her because Salvation was made possible through her response and sacrifice.

If you take God out of the picture, what is there left to admire about Mary? Without God there is no Salvation and all of her life choices look rather sad and uninspiring. She's a young woman who had a baby in weird circumstances, then watched him grow into a preacher to be mercilessly tortured and killed for nothing. What's admirable about that? Many women's children were unjustly persecuted but that doesn't make these women worth our admiration. Compassion, yes. But not admiration.

So if you don't want to know God and Jesus, if you're not interested in God's plan for your salvation and in Jesus' sacrifice to bring your salvation about - what do you admire about Mary? If you don't think she did all that for God - what was the point?

Obviously you can't answer me so I'm just leaving all these questions here for you to think about.

The answer to have these things sorted out is good Catholic teaching. It'll take some time, but to really love someone you need to first get to really know them. If you want to love Mary, you need to learn who she is. And if you learn she will eventually point you towards her Son, because that's what she always does. Start with Bishop Barron's videos on Mary on youtube. Word on Fire channel and website has tons of videos and articles to explore. Take a peak at the Catechism. Whatever you do, look for legitimate Catholic teaching, stick to the mainstream. If you learn enough about Mary you'll see Jesus in a new light. Let her lead you to Him.

On a completely different note, this can be a psychological issue. When you say you're 'extremely scared of God and Jesus' it makes me worried. These are very strong words and very strong feelings to be had about this. What makes you feel this? Did someone tell you God is scary and you should be afraid of Him when you were young? Is there something in your life that makes you afraid and distrustful of men in general? Is this a case of bad, fear-based religious teaching you were subjected to? Or is it a case of independent mental issues bleeding into your religious life? Sadly, both happen often and many people share these feelings with you.

If I was your friend, I would advise you to have that looked at by a psychologist-type person. If you're clear on that front you can move to learing and Marian theology with a peace of mind. Whether you decide to do the psychological consultation or not, I would also advise you to find a spiritual guide. It can be a priest but it can also be nun, I imagine that could make you feel more comfortable. If there aren't any where you live you can literally find 5 or 10 female religious orders online and just shoot them an email. Just copy what you wrote to me if you don't feel like writing an new message. Ask for help, guidance. Maybe you can go visit them for a few days. See what they say.

You can always message me, but in your difficult situation you need more support, you need irl people to help you through this. You need them to be smarter and better at this than I am. Again, thank you for sharing all this vulnerable stuff. I hope my answer was helpful. I will be praying for you through Mary's intercession!

#besties pray with me #blessed virgin mary

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evanpeterswifeyyy · 8 months ago

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Absolutely random rant session about my fucked up sleep stuff

Does anyone else have constant nightmares or disturbing dreams?

Like, my only dreams I’ve ever had have always been either terrifying or deeply disturbing. And for the first few years I was definitely terrified in my dreams, but now it’s just a common occurrence and feels like a “yeah this is fine and normal” moment in my dreams. The only times I get the feeling it’s a nightmare is when it gets super weird and disturbing and then I have to force myself awake.

Does it even count as a nightmare if I’m not scared??

Idk how to explain this phenomenon but like I have so many strange dreams that reoccur in the same sort of way I can make categories for it

+ dreams where I’m being chased or running from something/ someone

+ dreams where my environment is rapidly changing

+dreams where I have multiple dreams back to back that are wildly different

+ dreams of body horror like I had a dream of someone i loved being covered in moss, another time they were a rotting corpse, sometimes it’s acne based, a lot of the time it’s me hiding from someone who’s literally about to die in horrific ways. (I recently had a dream where a woman got surgery and it all split open and it sickened me so bad I had to stay up for an hour before I could fall back asleep at like 3 am)

+dreams where I die

+an amalgamation of all that

I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever had a “good” dream.

Like most ppl have dreams about going to work, being embarrassed, finding the love of their lives, their teeth falling out, etc.

Mine is being in a jumbled up rubix cube of an environment where I’m at school, but it’s not my school visually, but one room is from my school and my school is also a hospital now and I have to go to class but oh someone is getting throwing up their guts and oh now I’m in my house and my mom who’s not really my mom is hunting me down and I have to run away through the woods that are near my house but I don’t have woods near my house and now I’m at a haunted house and being stalked by creepy dolls— and on and on and on.

Once I had a dream I was in a church chapel and it was like the 1600s and it was a church but also acted as like a courthouse and I was watching someone’s trial where they were getting sentenced to beheading and then it randomly flipped and I was pulled from the crowd as the offender somehow and I had the most realistic, terrifying feeling of actual death when I realized I was going to die and a blade came down and I didn’t feel any pain rlly but everything when black and my head dropped in the basket and I remember still being concious but everything was muffled and my brain was all fuzzy and then I woke up. I was genuinely so sick to my stomach after waking up. It’s hard to describe the feeling other than I literally felt what it feels like to accept death and it’s horrific.

I’m just curious if this happens to anyone else.

I haven’t tried anything to prevent these dreams, I kinda feel like I can’t anymore even if I did try everything in the book. It’s why I’ve been trying so hard to learn how to lucid dream because I want to be able to feel safe and comfortable when I’m in a dream. And like technically I do because when I’m in my dreams I’m usually like an entire separate person (whether I look like me or not) kinda like a video game. So it’s “normal” to me in the dream. But obviously, it’s not comfortable in the way I want it to be.

If anyone has any tips on how to calm down my dreams a least a little bit pls drop it in notes because I’m desperate atp.

Sorry for the random rant but I find dreams so fascinating in general and this has been bothering me for days because they always spike up sometimes and turn into actual nightmares and I’ve been getting that recently. I hope this was actually interesting to people who did read this atrocious yap session.

I see u and I appreciate u 🫶

I actually have tons of dreams I remember pretty well if anyone wants to hear me specifically talk about all my weird dreams. I do keep a dream journal but it’s not consistent at all and sometimes I’m either too tired to write down the dream or too terrified of it to recall so there are some I don’t remember at all or it’s hard for me to talk abt in detail.

Even describing some of them in text gives me chills.

#dreams #discussion #nightmares #body horror #weird #phenomenon #strange #dream cycle #lucid dreaming #lucid dreams #tips #rant #yap session #yapper #professional yapper

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bxst4r · 7 days ago

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ive been seeing Trump and Elon content on here lately and oh goodness. where do i start (warning: Trump and Elon 💔 this is not my usual mouthwashing post)

im not even living anywhere near America but everything about Elon and Trump gives me the ICK. like, genuinely, irrefutably, DISGUSTED. let's start with Elon. first off, he's freaking ugly. have you seen a side view of him? but that's the LEAST of his crimes. addressing the HUGE elephant in the room, he's a nazi. A NAZI. let that sink in. oh but of course it was a Roman salute, he was throwing his heart out– THEN YOU DO IT. i DARE you. heck, if it's so harmless, why don't you take your pants off and flounce around your boss doing it? Elon did the nazi salute. that's final. none of this crap about salutes that probably didn't exist, and if they did then that doesn't change ANYTHING about what it means. hitler used the salute. and ain't NOBODY out here randomly giving their loved ones salutes from a lost, undiscovered island on another planet on the regular. elon has also funded nazi things. open your eyes you actual pathetic slugs. "but he's autistic!!" there are MILLIONS, BILLIONS, of autistics. very little to none of them are pulling 💩 like this.

and Trump. ohh, Trump. the humble, oh-so-great leader of america. he's good for the economy! he fears God! good for the economy, huh? well i hope you're enjoying your cheap eggs knowing thousands of families are being torn apart because they just wanted a home. they didn't want to hurt anybody. these "dangerous aliens" just wanted to be safe. free. and look where that got them. and about fearing God? im a Catholic myself, so i know a lot about that. and i know damn well trump refused to put his right hand on the bible, despite all his religious yadda yadda yadda. no God-fearing man would do what he did. no God-fearing man would take away basic human rights. Jesus himself ate with sinners (not saying theyre sinners for loving who they want). if a man wanting to become a woman affects you THAT bad, should you be President? hmm? should you be President if you don't know basic science and your rainbow-phobia clouds your judgment so much to the point you made everybody legally a female? should you be president if you brought tiktok back after banning it to suck up to the youths? let me tell you this, it's not working. their voices are louder than ever, and boy do they have some cute winter boots. but apparently they were too loud, so loud that trump blocked any videos about the nazi salute and his admittance to rigging the election. that's right folks. he rigged the election. (and it says a lot about Trump and MAGA supporters that 15 year olds on a social media platform have more emotional intelligence, empathy, experience and morality than them)

oh, and we're just gonna ignore that Trump is a felon. a rapist. he said he'd RAPE his OWN DAUGHTER. and also we should look past the fact he's actively FOR segregation and against women. who else would make abortion illegal? in his eyes, a 10 year old is suitable to bear children because they're "too young for abortion" don't even get me started on the segregation. history really does repeat itself doesn't it

but he's a good businessman, so who cares right?

it ticks me off. and don't you trump/elon-supporters– or nazis for a better word, come crying when your loved ones are deported. when your eggs are suddenly double the price. when you're homeless because mortgage shot up. when ICE come knocking at your door and kick you out of your own country because you LEGALLY immigrated there. because let's be real, Trump doesn't care whether you're legal or not. all he wants is a sea of white skinned, cis-het men ruling America.

if you're a trump-supporter, get off tumblr. this isn't where your people are. run back to X, where all the "agreeable", racist, misogynistic billionaires are. you don't have a place here, as im sure many tumblr ogs have said (im not one, but that doesn't stop me from having morals)

the only good nazi is a dead one. so next time you try to assassinate Trump, make sure your aim is true. the good half of America would be better for it.

and sure it's not my problem. im halfway across the world, what does it matter to me? im far from perfect, but im not heartless. i have empathy. i have a voice, sure it's small and incoherent but it's still one. and ill shout for the people who can only exchange fearful whispers in the nooks and crannys of what was once a great country.

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aethercodeevol · 10 months ago

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I'm sorry for your loss. What do you miss most about Gran and Caleb?

*I place my teacup down onto the saucer, my eyes resolving to look out the window. The day is lively and bright, sun warming the bones of those who are dreary...I admire it wistfully.*

That's an... excellent question, anon... *My mind wanders to my childhood, of playing tag with Caleb, scratches adorning our knees, dirt caked under our nails...the world, our oyster. How Caleb would carry me home after I'd fallen asleep in a field a few miles from Gran's home....our home. His arms strong, his heart beating rhythmically against my ear like a lullaby, even as a child he was my protector.*

Caleb always had the biggest heart, sometimes it would get him into trouble ....trust me, I'd seen the other guy as I would bandage up his knuckles when he got home, sometimes I'd put a pretty pink bandaid onto the wound just to see him whine. *I laugh at the memory, how he would pout that I would bandage a big strong man like himself up when I was just fresh out of highschool.*

He was always my confidant, listening to me for hours on end as I would ramble on about school to a stupid cat video I saw to the latest heartbreak to my medical check-ups to when we were going to have our schedules line up to grab a beer and how he'd always sign off his long winded speech by calling me 'pipsqueak'.... *I look down, my dark under eyes mirrored back to me in the tea's reflection* I wish he would call it that ....just once more.

*My memories collide in front of me, of an old woman, who smelled like fresh cookies and upturned soil from her years gardening in her retirement. How her eyes would crinkle lovingly, her generous life etched into every comforting and familiar wrinkle on her face...a life I greedily wish could've outweighed my own.*

Gran was....a woman who taught me what it was to be human. She was a strong woman but kind...sharp as a tack yet generous with her heart. *I remember a time, coming home in a huff as I all but ran to my bedroom, tears already spilling over as I'd gotten into a stupid argument with a friend. At the time it was catastrophic but as Gran knocked on my door, a bribe of cookies and tea for my tell-all on the matter, her hand rubbed soothingly against my back as my shoulders jumped with sobs and she tenderly wiped my tears with her favourite hankerchief...her words of wisdom fell onto receptive ears, how time will heal this wound and how I learnt that it would...and how I learnt her absence was a wound I would heal from in turn....but the colder months would always ache like a healed break in a bone.*

I would be lying if I said I didn't miss her cooking and cups of tea most of all... *I smile at the stupidity of such a thing to mourn* But Gran always held dear the small things in life... How a new flower she planted would bloom and thrive, how homemade cooking was always the best, how her knitted scarfs and lovingly guiding words would warm me, how a cup of tea would fix everything and how I miss her hugs, how at first I would reach up to hug her and how our roles switched as I grew and got older, how she'd still pinch my cheek at any age and say how proud of me she was...

*I take a sip of my tea, blinking the dew in my eyes to look up*

I don't think I can pin point a thing I'll miss about them... I miss everything about them, the good and the bad.

*I smile, genuinely, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear as I clutch the mug with resolve* I just pray, that wherever they are now... If they can see me, I just hope they're happy and safe.... And I hope they're proud of me and that one day they'll greet me again with open arms.

- ❤️‍🩹

#mc love and deepspace #love and deepspace #mc rp #mc rp blog #love and deepspace rp #love & deepspace #ask and you shall receive 💌❤️‍🩹#send me asks ❤️‍🩹#caleb love and deepspace #gran love and deepspace #cw: angst

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yantisocial · 2 months ago

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*bangs desk*

One creator's choice Ace Attorney BAH pack, please (preferably any of the weird girl assistants)

》 Psyche-Lock Anon

so im going to be honest, i did this all in some sort of fugue state. basically if you'd like a re-do of this pack, i definitely understand, because im pretty sure this is Not what you wanted/had in mind. (and hopefully i'll, yknow, stick to the prompt fully this time...😓) you are obviously free to use this alter pack too, and i hope you like it! but let me know if you'd like something much more source accurate!! its genuinely not an issue to ask us do that.

WARNING: major spoilers for ace attorney episode 2, "turnabout sisters" below!

Name(s): Mikito Maru Fey, Miara Auras Fey (past life)

Nickname(s): Miki, Mimi, Kito

Age: chrono 32, transage 13–20 ageslider

Gender(s): viodoggentic, bi-bodiment, muttbodiment, deathcute, rokkugyarudollic, clingypupboy, monachoric, revivedcorpse, girlcorpse, femboy

Orientation(s): obsesso-platonic, aromantic, hypersexual, veilic attraction, airreur, nonhuman4nonhuman

Pronouns: pup/he/mutt/dog

Title(s): dogboy, doggo, dog, boy, pup, little guy, this mutt, etc.—anything you’d refer to a male dog with

General Description: Mikito is a dogboy who identified as an afab woman in his previous life, before pup’s corpse was resurrected and summoned here. Mutt is a pet regressor who sometimes age regresses as well, and is a dog therian and puppykin/caninekin. Dog is not fully human, nor fully mutt, but has something unknown mixed in—due to the fact that pup is technically just possessing his own corpse (it isn’t in any danger of decomposing though, don’t worry!)

Interests: dog shows/videos, performing tricks (see Extras for therian activity suggestions)

Discomforts: being called a woman/girl/etc. calling his source/past-self/pre-death-self a woman/girl/etc is fine, but he no longer identifies as such and so its rude to do so in present tense! (Ex. “When you were a girl…” is okay but “hey girlypop!” or “let’s have a girls’ night!” is not!)

Triggers: arguments, debates, shows about anything related to the law or crime, minecraft, ace attorney content, overstimulation

(Cis)IDs: blasian (korean+african american), autistic, cotard’s syndrome, doomed by the narrative, feeding tube, hyperempathyflux, canidkin, sensory processing disorder, hypervigilance, brown hair, brown eyes, light skin, large chest, human..?, mutt..? therian, puppykin, clingy low-empathy, therianthing

TransIDs: gnc, hyperfemme, dagger, sensipuppyboy agere, transmasc-ish transarfid, transpsychic, transmedium, transghost, transundead, transneko, transwillogenic, transtutorial, transwheelchairuser, transminecraftsourced, transhater, transrude, transoneegyaru, transrokkugyaru, transblackhair, trans3ccurlyhair

MUDs:, Hyper Sensory Awareness Disorder (flag), Fictional World Longing Disorder (flag), Rapid Onset Species Disorder

Role (if any): Fib Responder/Fibber, Lawyer, Appellisian, Pet Dreamer, Shift Holder

Emoji and/or Proxy Tag: 🐶⚖️ or 🦮❤️‍🩹 or 🐾🥀 or -M. Fey or (Miki)

Source: Mia Fey, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Trilogy

Source Talk: yes

Source Accuracy: not much anymore, but before death he was highly source accurate

Paras: auto🐶zoo (self as a dog), 🐶🐾zoo (dogs), necrobiophilia (the living and dead), petplay, hybristospectrophilia (ghosts who are criminals), serviphilia (serving another), sinefaciemphilia (the faceless), demonophilia (demons) lyssophilia (rabies), kinemortophilia (the living dead/zombies), pecattiphilia (thought crimes/sinning)

Style: 01 02 03 04 05 ; muttcore, lots of band tees, tail and ears when possible and safe

Music Taste: [playlist]

Appearance:

Extra: suggestions for therian activities— hoolahooping, cross-country running, jump-roping, basketball, soccer, volleyball, dodgeball. These should give the same feeling as doing dog tricks !

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obwjam · 1 year ago

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Everett Ross had received a tip about an underground facility conducting illegal experiments with people who possessed unique abilities. He knew this mission was high-risk, but he couldn't turn a blind eye to the potential danger. As he infiltrated the hidden laboratory, he had no idea of the extraordinary encounter that awaited him.

Deep within the labyrinthine corridors of the facility, he stumbled upon a small room, dimly lit and filled with strange, high-tech equipment. His gaze fell upon a video monitor displaying a file labeled "Reyna Liliana 'Lila' Reyes." It detailed her history, her abilities as a technopath, and the horrifying experiments they had subjected her to.

The video playback showed a young woman who had been kidnapped against her will. She had been subjected to invasive procedures, including attempts to grant her size-shifting powers. The experiments had gone terribly wrong, leaving her permanently trapped at a minuscule three inches in height.

Everett's heart sank as he watched the footage. He couldn't fathom the horrors Lila had endured. Determination surged through him as he vowed to rescue her and bring those responsible to justice.

Continuing his search, he finally found the room where Lila was being held. Her tiny form, trembling tremendously, was huddled in a corner. Her eyes were wide with fear, and her diminutive stature made her appear even more vulnerable.

Everett approached slowly, his movements deliberate and non-threatening. He had seen the horrors of the world, but the sight of Lila in this state stirred something deep within him. He knew that he needed to gain her trust.

"Lila," he spoke softly, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I'm here to help. You're safe now."

Lila's initial reaction was one of sheer terror. The trauma of her captivity and the fear of the unknown had taken a heavy toll on her. She couldn't comprehend the sudden appearance of this stranger.

As Everett knelt down, his large form less imposing, he reached out a hand, palm up, offering her a lifeline. But Lila, her trembling intensifying, recoiled further into the corner.

Her small voice trembled as she spoke, stuttering with fear. "P-please, don't... don't hurt me. I-I don't know... who you are."

Everett's heart ached as he saw the depths of Lila's terror. He maintained his gentle approach, understanding that trust would be hard-earned in this moment of vulnerability. He kept his voice soothing and calm.

"Lila, I promise you, I won't hurt you. I'm here to rescue you from this place," he said, his words a lifeline in the darkness of her fear.

Lila, though still terrified, allowed her wide eyes to meet his gaze for a moment, searching for any sign of deceit. Her trembling hand slowly inched closer to his outstretched palm, the decision to trust this stranger hanging in the balance.

Everett's heart raced as he waited, hoping that Lila would find the strength to reach out and accept his offer of help. In this moment, he knew that earning her trust would be the first step in their journey to escape the horrors of the laboratory.

Certainly, here's the continuation of the scene with Lila crawling onto Everett's palm and the alarm sounding:

Lila's trembling form inched forward, and instead of reaching for his hand, she slowly crawled onto Everett's palm. Her movements were hesitant, cautious, and every inch of progress was filled with palpable fear.

Everett watched in silent awe as Lila settled into the center of his hand, her tiny figure almost weightless. She felt fragile, like a delicate porcelain figurine, and he was acutely aware of the responsibility that came with protecting her.

Gently, he began to lift his hand, ensuring she was securely cradled against his chest. Her trust in him, despite her terror, left an indelible mark on his heart.

Just as he was about to make their escape, the blaring sound of an alarm pierced the air. The sudden noise jolted both of them, and Lila's wide eyes filled with renewed panic.

Everett's instincts kicked into high gear. He knew they had little time. He spoke quickly but softly, his voice laced with urgency. "Hold on tight, Lila. We need to move, now."

With Lila safely nestled against his chest, he began to navigate the labyrinthine corridors, his heart pounding as he heard the heavy footsteps of guards closing in. The alarm had triggered a swift response from their captors, and they were determined to recapture their prized subject.

As they hurried through the darkened halls, Everett's large frame shielded Lila from the view of any patrolling guards. He moved swiftly but silently, his protective instincts in full force.

Lila clung to his shirt, her tiny form trembling against the warmth of his chest. Her trust in Everett was the only thing that kept her going as they navigated the perilous maze of the laboratory.

Their escape was a race against time, a test of Everett's resourcefulness and Lila's courage. As they finally reached the exit, the world outside was a stark contrast to the cold, sterile environment they had left behind.

In that moment, Everett knew that this was only the beginning of their journey together. He had rescued Lila from her nightmare, and now they faced an uncertain future. But one thing was certain: he would protect her at all costs, and they would face whatever challenges lay ahead as a team, their bond forged in the crucible of fear and trust.

——— go follow @gt-supernova-art3mis (@.wildcattigress on Quotev)

YOU HAVE ME SOBBING AT 4 PM ON A THURSDAY AFTERNOON 😭😭😭 like i could see this being a cold open to a marvel show it's so good. bonus points for a tiny who wasnt born tiny like fuck yes!!! learn to trust in people again girl we're here for you!!!

#literally thank you sm for sending #so the whole world can read this masterpiece #asks

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