#but i’m glad i did!! i need to be satisfied with what i create even if it’s not perfect

[fansblogs]

messy art. for fun

[psychedelic-ink]

ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒

ㅤㅤmodern!oberyn martell x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni, modern au

word count: 2k

summary: when you accidentally blurt out one of the fantasies that you kept locked up in your head, oberyn is more than eager to oblige to your request.

warnings: piv, anal sex, first time anal, rimming, fingering, lots of lube and praise

a/n: we did a secret santa for our server space sisters and my giftee was @iamasaddie! Happy holidays love! I hope you enjoy this little smutty fic, I definitely enjoyed writing it 🎄🎄🎄

can you guys believe i couldn't find one decent image of a peach being fingered???? a shame really

**stunning divider by the amazing @saradika <333

Everything about Oberyn drives you crazy. 

The way he dresses, the way he smells, the melodic lilt of his voice—every part of him you adore and cherish. You’re undeniably lucky to have this man in your life and not only that but to have him as a partner is something you’re in awe of every single day. He satisfies you like no man ever could. He gives you every bit of himself. His tongue, his fingers. . . it’s almost as if the man was solely created to bring pleasure to you. 

But, despite all of that, you’re still not as open as you wish to be. You can never be as blunt with him as he is with you. He needs to drag your desires out of you. Tease you until you snap and practically shout at him to make you come. Oberyn doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he’d said on multiple occasions how much he enjoyed it. 

“Look at you so wet around my cock,” he purrs, the back of his tongue hitting the roof of his mouth roughly on the word cock. Oberyn’s right. You are wet. Soaked even. Every time he rocks you forward you feel the wet fabric of the bedding scraping your outer knee. You moan loudly into the pillows, fluttering around him as he fucks, fucks, and fucks himself deeper into you. 

You’re not sure where you end and he begins. Sex with him is always like this. Mind numbingly beautiful. Satisfying. You feel the warmth of the Christmas lights framing your window kissing your sweaty skin. Your clit throbs. You don’t think you can hold on much longer. 

But just as you’re nearing the edge, Oberyn’s thumb traces the tight rim of your other hole. He slowly pushes in, only a bit, the stretch adds enough pressure for another moan to come tumbling out your lips, your upper body fully falling. Oberyn hums, his hips slowing into a sensual grind. “Does my sweet girl want me to fuck this hole next?” This is something that he teases you about more often than not. He’s never acted on it though. “So fucking tight.” 

He pushes his thumb till the first knuckle and it’s like electricity shooting down your spine. Your entire body jolts, the words leaving your throat before you even realize what you’re saying. 

“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes yes yes—please fuck me there—” 

Oberyn stops. 

So does your heart. 

Fuck fuck fuck. That was meant to be a secret. 

“What did you just say?” 

“Nothing!” you answer quickly and high-pitched. “I—I didn’t mean anything by it.” 

Oberyn dips until his lean chest is firmly pressed against the curve of your spine. His lips touch your ear, his breath warm and inviting. The hand that was teasing your hole slips to the side to cup your ass. He kneads the muscle tenderly. 

“Are you sure?” he hums. “Why would you hide this from me?”  

“I. . . wasn’t. . .” 

“Ah, so you admit it is something that you want.” 

You let out an airy chuckle, “I hate when you do that.” 

“Do what?” 

“Just trick me into admitting things.” 

“I just asked a question,” he says innocently. It’s a bit hard to focus on his words when he’s cock deep inside of you. “Now, tell me why this is the first time I’m hearing about this.” 

Oberyn drags his lips down to the base of your neck and kisses you, your body melting into the sheets instantly. You’re glad he can’t see your face right now. You don’t think you can admit this while those observant eyes are looking down at you. 

“I’ve never tried it before. And. . . I was nervous to ask about it,” you take a sharp inhale. “I did want to tell you. I just—You’re already so much better at this than I am, I didn’t want to look even more inexperienced.” 

Before you know it Obeyn has you by the shoulders, twisting your body enough so that you’re facing him instead of keeping your head buried in the pillows. You chew on the inside of your cheek. He looks serious. Did you say something wrong? 

“Better at what?” he asks even though he knows the answer. 

“At sex.” 

“Sex is not a competition, and for what it’s worth you are good at it. And I love being your first when it comes to intimacy. You have nothing to be ashamed of,” he starts moving again, the heavy drag of his cock between your legs making your eyes roll. “But, if you are still feeling anxious let me prove to you how much I love being your first—and last.” 

Your lips curl into a small smile, “Last?” 

His smile is sinister. Teeth showing as he dips to your neck, taking a slow, yet sharp, bite. A whimper rattles your throat. “Is it wrong for me to want to humor the idea that I’ll be fucking you somewhere no one has before and that no one else will ever touch you beside me?” Oberyn pulls out, your body immediately aching to be filled again. “Get on all fours.” 

You oblige eagerly. Your arms are shaking as you prop yourself up, the inside of your thighs slick. Oberyn reaches for the nightstand and pulls out the bottle of lube. When he disappears behind you again you expect the cool feel of jel, but instead, you receive his mouth—and tongue. 

“Oh fuck—” 

“Be still,” he growls, gripping your hips. “Let me feast.” 

He swirls his tongue around your asshole, hot saliva dripping right against it. You shudder as he pushes it through, teeth grazing the flesh gingerly. Oberyn parts your cheeks with both hands and pushes the wet muscle deeper. Pleasure rakes your body, your core throbbing with need. You’re close. Just a couple swipes of his tongue and you’re already there, ready to burst. 

He mouths against you and when he deems you wet enough, he slips a finger inside. Your body tenses around him, the sensation foreign but not unwanted. Oberyn’s one hand cups your sex, fingers starting to draw patterns around your throbbing clit while he thrusts the fingers in and out. Moan after moan rips from your throat. The stimulation against your clit loosens you further. He slips another finger. Both knuckle deep as he fucks you with them. 

“That’s it. You’re stunning like this. Beautiful.” 

You fist the sheets, hips sloppily grinding back to meet the fast movement of his fingers. “O–Oberyn please. . .” 

“Oh you think you’re ready?” he chuckles and for some reason, the sound urges a fresh gush of wetness to roll out of you. “Tell me how badly you want me to fuck this sweet ass and maybe. . .” he groans. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want.” 

Your breath catches in your throat, “Please fuck me with your big cock Oberyn—I need it—Need you—” 

He hums and something about the way he moves makes you think he’s not satisfied with your begging. And here you thought you’ve been doing a good job. He pulls away both hands and drags them up your back, cupping your shoulders. You’re in near tears when his cock spreads your folds and grazes against your clit. “You want me to fuck you here?” 

Oberyn’s a cruel, cruel man. 

“N—No,” you whimper, shaking your head. “Not. . . not there.” 

“Where then?” 

“My. . .” Damn it, your voice is trembling. “My ass.” 

You say it silently, barely above a whisper. He hisses through clenched teeth, pulls back his hips, and snaps forward, fucking your thighs instead of where you really need him. “Louder,” he commands. 

“Fuck me in the ass—” you practically shout. “Please please please fuck me in the ass—I want to feel you—Been wanting it for so long.” 

You sigh happily at the feeling of a generous amount of lube being poured down from the bottle and directly onto your hole. Oberyn pours some into his palm, jerking himself until he’s fully coated in lube. The bulbous head of his cock teases your hole, your back arches for him, urging him to go on. 

He fills you inch by glorious inch. The sounds he’s making behind you are downright sinful—your body reacts to his sweet moans, your name falling from his lips. You feel so full. Once again your upper body falls to the sheets, your poor arms too weak to support yourself any longer. Oberyn keeps your ass up in the air, still pushing his cock deeper. 

“So big,” you slur, your body feeling aflame. 

“Just a little more. You’re taking me so well, such a good girl.” 

Your body jerks as he buries himself a bit deeper, has he always been this thick? “Say that again. Tell me how good I am, please.” 

Oberyn blankets your shuddering body, holding himself still, he begins to whisper in your ear, “So good. You’re always my good girl, even when you do keep secrets from me. You’re the perfect glove for my cock. I am going to fuck you so good that your inside will be the shape of me.” 

Just as you get wetter and wetter at his words, Oberyn fills you to the brim. You choke around nothing, every nerve thrumming with pleasure. Your body squeezes him tight and when you finally loosen a bit, Oberyn groans. 

“Can I move?” 

“Please.” 

He squeezes your hips as he pulls out, the heavy press of his cock making you see stars. Then before you can gather yourself he’s pounding into you, stretching you to your limits. There’s a hum in your ears and vaguely you can hear him moaning your name. Your mouth floods with saliva, his teeth sinking into where your neck connects with your shoulder.  

Desperately you reach back and take a hold of his wrist. Your touch only spurs him on, hips deliciously moving in and out. The sound of skin slapping against skin becomes louder and louder. 

“Oh god,” you moan, your fingers tightening around his wrist. “I’m gonna come.”

“Can you come like this?” He asks genuinely. “With my cock in your ass?” 

You don’t think you can actually. Your close. So very close that you can taste your orgasm on your tongue, but you just need a bit more, just a little touch—

“Do not—“ Your hand stills, you weren’t even aware that you’d begun to move your arm to stroke your clit. “Tell me. Tell me why you want and I’ll give you fucking everything.”

“I—I need you to touch me.” 

Oberyn doesn’t make you say it twice. He’s stroking your clit with fast strokes, his hips in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. Hear licks you from the inside out and the pressure between your legs builds, builds and builds until you can’t take it anymore. 

It happens all at once, your body shatters into a million pieces as you shudder around him, his cock splitting you open over and over. Between your moans you can hear him groaning your name, telling you how good you are, how perfect. 

You feel the rush of wetness running down your thighs and Oberyn’s fingers that were so deftly circling your clit moves to your hip, squeezing the flesh. 

“That’s my sweet girl, coming so pretty with my cock in her ass—I’m going to come, fill you until you’re dripping—“ 

He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. Your entire body clenches, hugging his cock tight. Oberyn comes with a shattered breath and shallow thrusts, he pushes forward, balls deep. Another orgasm washes over you, your body thrumming with pleasure.

“Fuck—“ he rasps, slowly easing himself out. A shiver crawls up your spine as come slips down between your cheeks and down your thighs. He kisses the skin between your shoulders. “You look so good like this. So full of come.” 

“Wish I could see,” you hum. 

“Next time I will bring a camera.” He collects himself on his fingers and slips them inside of you, a moan deserts your lips. “Or perhaps I should fuck you again.” 

There’s a beat of silence before he speaks again. 

“Do not ever hide anything from me again. Promise me.” 

“I promise.” 

[thetakencatking]

Ceroba's Log: I was glad to see that Clover still had blood, this made it much easier to figure out what exactly happened. There is very little in the underground in the way of human medical procedures, even finding something as simple as the makeup of human blood is a long and arduous process. So while it was challenging to figure out what, if anything, was out of place, that made the obvious a much more satisfying find. 

I do not have the capabilities to fully examine Clover, the only place where I can imagine there actually being what I would need is in Alphys’ lab, but I’m not taking the chance on the human half of Clover’s SOUL. But I am able to extrapolate from Chujin’s research, and my work on the serum. 

Alphys’ determined the cause of Kanako’s falling down, and though she hasn’t told me about the other subjects, something tells me actually being able to fix something made all the difference for her. That still doesn’t excuse her keeping Kanako down there longer than she had to but I digress. The serum itself isn’t particularly dangerous, if anything it’s more of a dud, it makes me very happy that I didn’t go through with taking Clover’s soul, considering more likely than not, it would have amounted to nothing. 

What I’ve learned from Alphys’ findings is that the trace amounts of determination found in the integrity SOUL attacked Kanako’s Soul directly. Since Kanako is a boss monster, she is able to take more determination before any unmanable side effects can occur. So by balancing out the amount of determination in her body and her soul, she was able to wake up. While I failed to create a serum to turn normal monsters into boss monsters, I appear to have found a way to give boss monsters similar effects to absorbing a human soul without expending the soul. 

Of course, I have no way of replicating my research because I destroyed it after I took Clover in, and with it, any chance of even considering trying again. But my remaining notes are enough for me to create a theory on how Clover’s transformation occurred. 

Some of Kanako’s essence stayed on the point of the syringe along with trace amounts of the serum containing both integrity and determination. Acting as a medium, integrity seems to have split Clover’s soul in two, a normally fatal occurrence, but the determination combined with Kanako’s essence allowed a monster soul to form in place of the severed half of Clover’s human soul. 

I found particles in Clover’s blood and upon closer examination they are identical to the melted off matter of Kanako’s “Amalgamate” form. It appears to me that what once was a single spec of magical matter grew throughout Clover’s body using his existing determination as a fuel source, as integrity’s determination is what allowed it to last as long as it did in the first place. 

So if these particles can be found throughout Clover’s body, getting around using his blood as transportation, all that remains to be found out is how Clover transformed overnight. 

My theory is that my starting to teach Kanako magic a few weeks before the transformation is no coincidence. I’m going to ask Kanako if she noticed anything that was abnormal or something of note leading up to the transformation. 

Edit: Kanako has informed me that the night before the transformation Clover had a bad dream. It wasn’t a nightmare, or at least, not a bad one. She said she could hear his heart racing as he tossed and turned. Perhaps Kanako had an aura of magic that she had called upon but never got the chance to use in our training and that had an impact on Clover. This combined with the bad dream caused an emotional response to interact with the magic. The magic was then channeled through the particles in his blood which manifested a physical representation of what he wanted most at that current moment: safety. 

Now this might be wishful thinking, but if Clover associated either Kanako or I, or even both of us, as sources of safety and comfort, our Kitsune forms might provide that same comfort in a dream setting. This combined with a memory from his past created his current form, a kitsune that could be mistaken for my child, but with features from something that he saw on the surface. 

I will continue monitoring him, but if I’m right, no action needs to be taken as he isn’t in danger. 

[beauty-and-passion]

CCCC Vol.1 - Concord: end and beginning (2/2)

Hello and welcome to the final part of this analysis.

Oh boy, what a long ride it has been! But now, it’s time for the last recap, so we can finally wrap the loop - and connect it to the beginning, as Chonny intended.

So, what happened until now?

We know the story is a loop. The starting point of this loop is an event, a calamity, that leads to a split in Chonny’s mind between Heart, Mind and Soul: a failed romance (probably)

At first, the three sides tried to cooperate as one, but then Mind started to point out the flaws in Chonny’s plan to confess to his crush

Scared by Mind’s influence, Heart intervenes, tries to subdue him (the Juno Incident) and pushes Chonny to confess. Chonny doesn’t: he misses his shot and so does Heart

Overwhelmed by apathy, Heart leaves full control to Mind

Mind tries everything to get a reaction out of Heart

When he fails, Soul intervenes and they get reunited again

The joy of being whole again gives Chonny a rush of optimism and enough confidence to revisit his memories of the failed romance.

And now, here we are. Chonny remembered what happened. What will he do now? What did he already do in all of the previous loops?

<- Previous post - First post

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Greener: declaration of intent

Right after the end of this failed romance, Chonny does the most human thing ever: he wants to talk about it. And since he’s an artist, what better way to do it, if not by using the artform he knows?

This song is a declaration of intent: Chonny wants to talk about his experience - but not just that. His mind is dark, twisted and chaotic, so why just talk about one experience, when he can let out some of this internal turmoil too? As he said in the Q&A, he wanted to talk about duality and logic vs emotions, so why not add them to the story he wanted to tell? Why just talk about a failed romance, when he can expand it by showing the contrasts in his own mind through Heart, Mind and Soul’s characters?

Chonny starts to think about this. He wants to do it and he states it with these words:

Wherever this goes, whatever ensues These songs are my own, these songs aren't for you But still, I'm so glad you're listening

Chonny reconfirms what he said since Mucka Blucka: he’s not writing these songs for the public but for himself. To better understand himself, his own mind and that duality of logic/emotions he’s (rightfully) fascinated about.

That also confirms he’s a real artist, because artists don’t make art for others: they make it primarily for themselves. Not because they’re heartless, but because making art is a need. When I write, it’s because I’m pushed to do it. It’s because I have a weight on my chest or words in my head or images that keep repeating - and the only way to calm them down (and calm myself) is by putting them on paper. It’s like breathing: you just have to do it, to feel better, more satisfied and more complete.

Even though the public isn’t the primary reason behind art, every artist wants a public and every artist is immensely grateful a public exists. Even if the art is personal, knowing that someone else got something from your work, experienced, lived it… it makes everything even more important. You’re sharing a part of yourself and someone else, no matter if it’s next door or on the other side of the ocean, accept it and react to it.

And I want to focus a bit on the last point, because art is all about human connection. You’re reaching people you will never reach nor meet and with something you created, you touched them. You made them happy, sad, angry, it doesn’t matter: you still influenced them and they reacted to it. You made a connection and I can assure you, 90% of the artists need it to feel less alone.

This is what makes art so precious: it’s not just a way for us to express ourselves, but also to get a connection with another being. To not just be in our place, alone, but find others, talk to them, talk with them.

If Chonny hadn’t made this album, cj-anon would’ve never told me about that. I wouldn’t make these posts. You wouldn’t interact with them. We wouldn’t talk, connect, have fun together. We would be alone. If we’re not, it’s only thanks to art.

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Special: inner fears

Chonny has a plan, a story he wants to tell, things he want to talk about. So, what’s the first feeling he get right after this planning?

Asking himself if he’s special or not.

Mood.

Seriously, when has anyone started doing anything, by thinking “Man, I’m so great and this will go as smoothly as I planned it”? Of course Chonny questions himself, of course he’s full of doubts. And it’s even worse in his case, considering he’s full of dark thoughts and recently came out of a failed romance - failed because he didn’t give it a try, because why should his crush stay with him? He’s not special at all.

So, again, very understandable.

But while in the past (and in the future of the loop), Chonny would’ve surrendered to these thoughts, now he thinks he can find a way to cheer, by switching perspective (aka “the key change”).

And it works:

So maybe I'm unique and maybe not But I might as well deliver all I've got

He’s still full of doubts, he still don’t know if he’s special or not. But he’s an artist and making songs is “what I can do” (The Whole World & You). So he will do it.

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Taken for a Ride: a perfect conclusion

I have two possible interpretations for this song.

1) This song is meta from the real Chonny

The real Chonny (not the character) takes center stage to talk about his whole album: he explains the thinking process behind the writing of every song, his goals, the problems he faced. He emphasizes how personal this whole album is, because he poured a lot of himself inside it (“my blood, my sweat, my open doors”).

And now, the story is over. He’s aware of the missing parts/explanations, but there wasn’t a beginning either. And why shouldn’t there be a beginning or an ending? He’s still young, he still has a lot of years ahead. Maybe his story hasn’t begun yet. Maybe the real obstacles will come in the future.

For now, all he knows is that he’s whole again. He told the story he wanted to tell, he reached Concord and now his artistic need is satisfied. He doesn’t need to write more, at least for now.

And yet, his public asks for more.

However, Chonny doesn’t give a straight answer. By mentioning his public, he acknowledges people want more. He’s aware of that - and who knows? Maybe this will push him to write more in the future.

For now, he knows people want more from him. Maybe, when the artistic need wakes up again, he will make more songs and tell another story.

2) This song is still part of the storyline

In Special, Chonny said he would “deliver all I’ve got” and so he did. He made an entire album, to talk about his failed romance and all the themes he wanted to explore.

So, he talks/remembers the process behind the writing, his goals, his difficulties. He makes it clear he poured all of himself in it, as he promised (“my blood, my sweat, my open doors”).

Now the album is done, the story is told.

And the public’s reactions is strong. Stronger than he expected. They want more songs, more covers, more of him.

So... what happened? Well, we can guess from the previous hints scattered throughout the album:

Chonny is a man with dark thoughts, anxiety and low self-esteem

In The Heart Acoustic, Heart said “as complacency settles, anxieties will rise/And part this Soul as Jekyll parted Hyde”

Over and over Chonny will point out all he does are covers

And this part of Time Machine:

So, look Oh God, look at what you've done now to me Locked into eternity I'll be back here one day, so they say Rumors have that I will write a different song Trying to get it right all afternoon

I believe Chonny’s mind started to spiral. What if people liked his songs, only because they were covers? What if all they wanted wasn’t him, but to listen to songs made by others? Was he even able to write anything by himself?

His anxiety rose, while his self-esteem sank: he was stuck in a loop, always making the same covers. He wasn’t able to get out, not while his mind kept spiraling down. The “me left on the shelf” (aka Mind) was put aside, while Heart and his chaotic feelings were taking control.

Therefore, this song becomes the starting point of Time Machine: a man with a confused, fractured mind. A man who wasn’t believing in himself. A man who was stuck always doing the same thing. A man closed in a loop, in which he doesn’t feel like he will go out and is forced to relive the failure that started the loop in the first place.

That makes CCCC a loop that keeps repeating over memories of what happened. The first time, Chonny failed his romance, wrote the album, anxiety took over, made him feel he wasn’t able to achieve anything by himself, and started the loop. The loop is a constant reminder of how much of a failure he is, only to cheer himself up, to fall again into a new depressive cycle.

I don’t know if this second interpretation is correct and Chonny said it’s up to us to interpret his album as we want. But from someone this skilled and clever, I like to think he played a lot with metaphors and tragedy, so I prefer this second interpretation too. Also because it connects extremely well to Time Machine and what kind of loop would it be, if the beginning and end don’t coincide?

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In conclusion

It took me an eternity to make this analysis of the whole CCCC album - and I was trying to restrain myself. Just imagine the endless pages if I let myself ramble about every little stupid thing XD

But I really, really wanted to talk about this album. It has been a wonderful surprise and I enjoyed it a lot. It was clever, it was interesting, it was funny. And Chonny really has a way with words. Good for you, mate, I wish you a great career.

Also, there were you all. You, with your kind replies, reblogs and your incredible affection. I've been in several fandoms and, despite being small, this is one of the nicest I've ever seen.

So, for you all who stayed with me until the end: thank you. Thank you for all the time you spent here, with me, listening and appreciating my ramblings. I hope those posts have been a good reading and you enjoyed yourself as much as I did by writing them <3

If Chonny makes something else, maybe we will meet again in the future to talk about him and CCCC again. Or maybe, we will meet in some other posts soon. Who knows? If the future can still hold a lot for him, why not for us too? ;)

Thank you for your time and always take care of yourself <3

(How about a coffee? ☕)

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[justthemis124]

My opinion on “Monsters: The Lyle and Erik Menendez story” PART I

If some of you guys have read my presentation post, you know that this show encouraged me to create this blog, because after finishing the last episode, I just needed to talk about it to someone. Unfortunately nobody I know has seen it or is even interested in seeing it. Anyway that’s not the point, I have a lot of things to say about the show, that’s why this post is only a part 1, and I’ll try my best to organize my thoughts as best as I can.

You can read part II just here :))

I. THE RYAN MURPHY PROBLEM

I feel like I needed to start with the most obvious one.

So first of all you need to know that my only knowledge of Ryan Murphy comes from the 5 seasons of American Horror Story that I watched. And the thing that I noticed straight away when watching AHS was the omnipresence of very, very uncomfortable and weird s*x scenes. Every 5 seconds you get these scenes that serve no purpose to the plot whatsoever, it feels like they’re there just for the sake of making people uncomfortable and satisfying whatever perverse desire Ryan Murphy has. Now, I’ll say that American Horror Story is fictional and that, at the end of the day, no matter how disgusting these scenes are, they remain in the fictional realm.

BUT the problem is that RM has clearly brought his weird and obscene fantasies into the world of what I can only think of calling “True Fiction” (a show or movie based on real events, and that wants itself to be accurate). It’s something that you can so clearly see in each and every episode of the show, and while watching it, I remember thinking how disgusting it was that this almost 60 years old man was just forcing his perversion into a representation of literal victims of incestuous s*xual abuse. And I genuinely cannot express how sick to my stomach it makes me.

Furthermore, I think that it is also very clear whose side Ryan Murphy seems to be on, and in my opinion and based on the way he decided to portray the brothers, I think that he clearly thinks that the boys are liar. Which okay, he is of course entitled to his opinion on the matter, even if I (along with a lot people) strongly disagree with it. The problem is that he should not bring his opinion into the show and make his opinion seem like the real and factual events.

On that same note, I’m sure most of you are aware, but Erik released a statement through his wife about the show, I’ll put it below :

And I’m so glad he spoke up and said how much fake things, inaccurate portrayals and misinformation this show was spreading. Unfortunately, Ryan Murphy responded to this statement, in the worst manner possible, here is his response below :

I find it absolutely insane to tell people, whose life you tried to recreate on screen, that you did an amazing job at it while these persons themselves tell you that you failed to put in light the truth that they spent their whole lives trying to be heard.

In conclusion on this whole part about Ryan Murphy, I was just really disappointed in the way that he produced and realised the whole show as well as the way he handled the aftermath of its release, this man even had the audacity to say that he had no interest in talking to the brothers so that tells us everything that we need to know about him. And I think that he should just stick to fiction and stop trying to film true crime shows if he’s gonna ignore the facts and just build the show on his opinion instead.

II. THE PORTRAYAL OF THE BROTHERS

The issue with the portrayals of the brothers is obviously directly linked to Ryan Murphy but I wanted to dedicate a part about it and not it be a sub part to the RM problem.

When I was watching the show, the first thing that struck me was the portrayal of Lyle. I was familiar with the Menendez case way before the show because, like a lot of people, I had watched the trials on YouTube. And while I cannot claim to know what Lyle is like, and none of us can, because we don’t know him, I was still quite shocked to see the way they made him act on the show. I guess that this arrogant, angry, violent and spoiled rich kid act just wasn’t what I was expecting, along with a lot of people. And we were right to find this representation to be odd because Erik, himself, talked about how inaccurate and defamatory this representation of Lyle was in his statement that you can read above in the Ryan Murphy problem.

So there's already that. And then, the worst part in my opinion, is the way that Lyle and Erik were, first of all, highly s*xualized and also represented as if they were in some kind of incestuous relationship with each other. If we focus for a second on the s*xualization of the brothers, the first example that comes to my mind is the shower scene with Erik in prison. What purpose does that scene serve in the telling of Erik and Lyle's story? I cannot help but think that this is just another manifestation of Ryan Murphy's perverted mind. On that same note (I'm gonna try and explain this next part as best as I can) but I think we all know now that RM has a tendency to cast attractive actors for these type of roles (ex: Evan Peters as Jeffrey Dahmer) to later s*xualize them non stop. And words are failing me to express how wrong that is, because in Dahmer's case he was literally s*xualizing a serial killer, and in the Menendez' case, victims of incestuous s*xual abuse. Again I fail to understand how this man doesn't see any wrong in that.

Now, about the representation of the brothers' relationship. As I was watching the show, I remember noticing all these little things that were insinuating that something romantic was going on between them, again I cannot express how uncomfortable it made me, I can only assume that it was the case for everyone else watching. And again, I cannot find the words to say how disgusting and sick this is. Because here is the thing, so we know that Erik was m*lested by Lyle, because Lyle was himself being abused by José Menendez, he was child and he didn't know any better than to try and recreate what he though was an act of love. BUT knowing that and willingly deciding to subtly portray these brothers as if they were in a consensual incestuous relationship is digusting and sickening.

And I want to clarify that this critic of their portrayal is aimed at Ryan Murphy and in no way at the actors, I will be talking about the actors' work in the second part, in another post.

Alright guys that's it for the first part of my opinion on "Monsters", I hope that maybe some of the points I addressed will help you see the show in another light if you didn't share my point of view. And if my post didn't convince you of anything and if you disagree with me on certain point, please leave a comment so we can discuss it :)

The second part will be focusing on the portrayal of José and Kitty Menendez as well as the work of the actors.

See you in the next post!

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Official Palcove Propaganda Post

[ID: Text with a fire effect that says "WATCH PALCOVE NOW" in red capital letters. /.End ID.] Now you may be asking... Who?

Palcove is both the name of the iconic duo of Ted Nivison (of Rainforest Cafe/Margaritaville/400mg edible fame) and Charlie Slimecicle (professional gay sex roleplayer, at least that's what he should be known for) and the area they lived in during their brief time on EpicSMP (a modded SMP created by, uh... *cough* Matt SuperMega *cough*. You can hazard a guess as to why this SMP didn’t really take off.)

Okay, why should I care?

I shan't lie and say EpicSMP is like, crazy good, or a hidden gem, or YOU NEED TO WATCH THIS — really, it's basically TekkitLive but there's way more people on it. It's a largely forgotten SMP, overshadowed by more popular and successful SMPs that happened before or around it. (OriginsSMP, for example.) There's a bunch of interesting duos trying to start their own businesses, and while nothing happened happened, at the end everybody died, which is interesting to think about. (Actually, wait... yeah, it’s just like TekkitLive.) But it was fun. There were some good bits, some light roleplay, and enough seedlings of a plotline to get an average viewer Andy like me invested in. There was some kind of season 2, but it never took off. I'm sure MCYT fans are accustomed to the disappointment of non-existent fandoms, unfinished stories, or lacking narratives by now (Shadow of Israphel was my first heartbreak, but maybe yours was something else). Another one wouldn’t hurt, right? Why Palcove specifically? Well, as a former SMPLiver— (I am escorted off the stage to a chorus of boos) I just really like Ted and Charlie's dynamic. They’re the perfect comedy duo. Charlie works best when he has someone to bounce bits off of, and Ted knows exactly how to pick up what Charlie is putting down and elevate it to the next level. (The adverb and adjective bit in the first VOD had me DYING.) Story-wise, Charlie had a satisfying character arc. He’s a pivotal character and I liked how he plays off of Schlatt and Swagger, too. Not to mention, this is the last time Ted has uploaded or streamed any Minecraft content... I miss him, chat. Also, it makes me happy. Isn't that enough?

Well, okay, you got me interested. How do I watch?

I'm glad you asked (even if you wouldn't fucking say that, I don't care). Firstly, a primer. Sometimes we start a new thing, but it ends up not being to our liking, and that's fine. Maybe you want to walk around and see how it fits before you commit. That's fine! All I ask for is 14 minutes of your time. That's like, 4 songs.

This video is the first day edited down into a nice, palatable, taste-tester, courtesy of unknown energy on YouTube. It's so nice and cozy and comfy, it's the equivalent of a mug of hot chocolate curled up in an armchair with a warm blanket wrapped around you. As for continuing, I highly recommend starting with Charlie's POV. It's probably who you're most familiar with, and he bothered to edit down his streams (even if the videos are like, an hour long). If you like listening to men argue and make the unfunniest jokes imaginable, then definitely try the full VODs. All of these have been archived by the channel EpicSMPVods.

Charlie's POV Episode 1 | Episode 2 | Episode 3 VODS Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | End of S1* Ted's POV Episode 1 (Yes, he really only did one episode) VODS Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5

*This VOD is Swagger's POV, as Charlie didn't upload the finale at all, and the VOD of it either doesn’t exist or wasn’t archived. The relevant Charlie section starts around 15 minutes in.

And if you want more of the story, well, Swagger has one of the most comprehensive EpicSMP POVs.

Final Thoughts

Like many other “stream only” SMPs, a lot of content regarding them simply gets lost and forgotten. There's plenty of reasons why EpicSMP wasn't very successful (in-depth analysis post pending). I’m just glad that not only did Palcove exist, but it's archived. It just so happened to survive against surmountable odds and even have what I consider a satisfying narrative ending (in-depth analysis post pending). And I’m insane about it. And everyone else should be, too.

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Chapter 37: I Need You...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/AMBW

💜Warnings: Adult content/Adult language

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3331

Hybe Lawncare and Landscaping…how may I help you?

His voice alone makes me so wet, I don’t respond immediately, a mixture of lust, love, and nervousness takes my voice.

Hello?

“H-hi, Namjoon? This is Tia.”

I can hear shuffling in the background, like fabric rubbing together, then him whispering ‘damn, bro’.

“HEY! Hey, Tia…my bad, I dropped the phone.”

I can’t help but snicker at his cuteness before saying, “Are you busy? I can call back at a better time.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m not busy at all.”

“Oh okay. What are you up to?”

The guys, satisfied that we are finally speaking, drift away from the kitchen to do their own thing, leaving me to speak in private.

“Nothing much, just took a shower, getting ready to wind down for the night. What are you up to?”

“I’m actually about to go shower myself. I’ve just been sitting around since my therapy session earlier.”

“Oh yeah, how did it go? How are you feeling?”

We speak about my session, I disclose what I’ve been struggling with, and I fill him in about the nut that was stalking me. He was surprised about my situation, yet very empathetic. Having a stalker and going through this nightmare is not something I would typically share after just meeting someone, but I feel he deserves to know what he’s getting into. And if I’m being honest, he is not like a regular ‘someone’ and speaking to him, hearing his voice dripping with a protective tone makes me feel comfortable to share. There’s something about these men, including Namjoon, that makes me want to bare my soul to them, hiding nothing. I find comfort in the concern in his voice and answer any questions he has regarding the situation. 

“But enough about that.  How was the rest of your day?”

“It was good. I was able to get all of my business cards passed out, you know, leaving some on doors or in mailboxes, conversed with some potential clients, and even lined up some jobs.”

“Nice! That is a good day, indeed. How long have you been a landscaper?”

“Uh, not too long, actually. I left my executive position at a prominent company earlier this year. It just wasn’t for me anymore, you know?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I’m glad you created an opportunity to leave,” I encourage him and find a chance to dig a little deeper. “Does your significant other support your decision?”

“Ha, that was smooth. Ummm, no…no she didn’t. We broke up a couple of years prior. She prioritized status, reputation, and money over my happiness and mental wellness.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“No, don’t be sorry. I’m not. Things between her and I hadn’t been good for a very long time. I think even me toying with the idea of changing my career was just the last straw, you know?”

“Absolutely, I get it.”

“So, Tia…what do you do?”

We speak a bit longer, getting the basic ‘get to know you’ questions out of the way before I admit that I’m wanting to see him. 

“I’m really enjoying talking to you. I can’t wait to see you again.”

“I’m enjoying talking to you as well. So, you know that I’m single. What about you? The men that are at your house, ummm…”

“Honestly, I don’t know if I’m single. I don’t feel single, but I also don’t feel like I’m not allowed to see other people. I guess it’s like an open relationship, but none of us have made anything official. We’re just kinda going with the flow of things. They are here now, I love them, we have sex, and I want them to stay. We haven’t talked about what this is just yet but I don’t mind answering any questions you may have, though. I like you, Namjoon, and I want you to know everything upfront before we go any further… IF you even want to go further. I mean, feel drawn to you and would love to see where things go but we come as a package deal. As I said before, I love talking to you and would like to see you again soon, but I understand if you need time to think this over.”

I know that this is a bold statement to make, seeing as I’ve only known these men for a short duration of time, but I feel it, deep within my soul that this thing is real. This supernatural connection between us is strong and the pull to these men feels like destiny. I take a deep breath awaiting his response, the short pause has me on edge and I find that I’m no longer breathing until he speaks again.

“I can be there in 45?”

With a huge, yet silent sigh I reply, “REALLY?! Are you sure? I mean, this is all so strange, even for me. I would completely understand if you think this is too much.”

Of course, some things never change, as I’m trying to give him an ‘out’ even though he’s making it known that he wants to try.

“It does seem unconventional, but I don’t think I’ve been more sure of anything in my entire life. This pull to you has surpassed me wanting you, I need you. I need to see you.”

“Okay! See you soon?”

“See you soon.”

After hanging up, I scramble up the stairs, falling up the last two.

“He’s coming! He’s coming over!”

I’m yelling out to the others and run into the bedroom to find Jungkook getting ready for work. Taehyung is sitting in the chair, which seems to be his favorite seat, talking to Jungkook and Jimin while carelessly browsing through his phone. Jungkook smiles at me, then starts to laugh, scrunching his nose in the cutest way. 

Taehyung laughs a similar amused laugh and whispers, “Cute.”

Jimin, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, takes me into his arms, halting my stride.

“Are you that excited, beautiful?”

“Yes, I am,” I say, not denying it, bouncing from excitement.

“What time is he coming?”

“Now,” I turn to answer Jungkook, Jimin now hugging me from behind. “He’s on his way but he lives 45 minutes away so I’ll still have time to shower.”

When I turn to look back up to Jimin, he brushes a few strands of hair from my forehead before placing a kiss there. My features are soft and relaxed, my eyes close lazily as his hands move down my face to gently pinch my cheeks. I mimic Jungkook’s nose scrunch, causing him to laugh then place a kiss on my lips. He then lets me go, guiding me past him and through the threshold of the bathroom by my wrist.

“Go get ready,” he says after smacking a firm hand to my ass.

“Yes, sir,” seductively drips from my lips, almost instinctively. The effect that simple statement has on Jimin is evident, from the way he bites his bottom lip to his eyes rolling back before closing shut.

When I begin to undress, all eyes immediately fall on me, which doesn’t make me nervous at all, but the butterflies in my stomach take flight anyway. Jungkook grabs his watch from the side table, and begins putting it on without looking down. Taehyung has turned to rest his chin on the arm of the chair, his arms dangling over the side, his phone swinging between the fingertips of his index finger and thumb. Jimin is still leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed against his chest while eyeing me hungrily. I continue to bare myself before ending the show by stepping into the shower, and the men continue with what they are doing. Before Jimin can walk too far away, I pop my head out and call out to him, “You coming?”

There is a darkness behind his eyes, as his smile spreads across his face, that I’ve not seen before but I’m determined to figure out what I need to do to see it again. When he is undressed, I open the door to invite him, AND the monster reaching up to his belly button, inside as steam billows out. The way his eyes examine every inch of me has me dripping in anticipation. As soon as he closes the door behind him, I pull him into me, receiving his warmth to my front to combat the heat from the water on my back. My arms hang lazily around his neck and his wrap around my back while we look into each other’s eyes.

“Are you intentionally trying me? You staring into my eyes like this just does something to me.”

“Something like what?”

He doesn’t have to say anything as his dick jumps against my stomach, the feeling igniting the burn in my belly. Tilting his head slightly and closing his eyes, Jimin takes my lips, pulling me tighter against his body and I allow my body to fall into him. This kiss is electrifying, sending chills from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet.

NAMJOON’S POV

Excitedly, I get dressed in casual house clothes. I had just gotten out of the shower and was getting ready for bed when she called. Unsure of what I should bring with me, I only grab my phone, wallet, and keys before setting out on this cool, night drive. 

Zooming down the interstate, I let the windows down to allow the wind to dry my still damp hair. Comfort fills my heart as I drive, the feeling of going home after being away for too long.

What’s funny is, I knew she wasn’t alone, even before she told me the guys were still there. I can’t explain it, but I could feel them...their presence. Is it weird that I don’t find it weird… the arrangement they have? Different, sure, but I don’t mind it. Me potentially being the fourth man in her life doesn’t bother me in the slightest, and with the way the others welcomed me earlier, it felt more inviting than basic hospitality.

I’m trying to stay under the speed limit but I can’t wait to get to her, to have her in my arms, and feel my lips on hers. It’s like I already know how they feel, how they taste, but I’m wanting more of the warmth I’ve never had. I’m imagining what she likes, her favorites…from food to candy, to movies, to music, to art, to sexual positions. How would she feel under the weight of me? Does she like it fast or slow? Can she handle all of me?

“Fuck.”

I really need to cool it and concentrate on the road instead of the different ways I’d like to contort Tia’s body into.

Taehyung’s POV

“Hey, how are you feeling? Did you get enough sleep today?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m good but I’ll grab an energy drink on my way. I’m glad this is my last night shift for a little while, though. I hate having to leave you guys,” Jungkook answers.

We chat comfortably for a bit as Jungkook gathers his things to leave.

“What do you have planned for the rest of the night? Tryna jump in with Jimin?”

I chuckle for a second before responding, “Nah… not tonight unless that’s what they want. I might watch, but I think Tia spending time with Jimin is important. Plus, Namjoon is on his way, so I may just chill with Jimin when he gets here, you know? Let them get acquainted.”

“This is crazy, isn’t it?” He looks at me with the brightest smile. “This thing we have with Tia, with each other…I never want to leave…Never want it to end.”

I know where he’s coming from and I feel the same way. Now that he mentions it, I think this may be the right time to ask about last night.

“So, I know we are all trying to figure out what we want this to be, but last night…”

“Yeah, things got a little heated, huh?” 

As if the thought hit him like a ton of bricks, he says, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Did I overstep, bro? I wasn’t thinking and just got caught in the moment. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable, I just…”

“Jungkook…”

He stops his rambling, my voice pulling him out of his panic.

“...no, no, no. I didn’t feel uncomfortable and you didn’t overstep. It was amazing. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually. I feel a similar connection to you and Jimin as I do with Tia. Does this make us bisexual? Pansexual? I’ve never done anything like this before.”

I take in a full breath and hold it there as Jungkook stands to look into my eyes, inches away from my face.

“Why do we have to put a label on it? Can’t we just love each other and talk about what we’re down for? Where our boundaries are? Let’s just do what makes us happy, huh?”

Jungkook’s arm snakes around the small of my back, pulling me closer to place a kiss on my lips. Then he pulls away slightly to peer at me again, making sure I was okay with the sudden contact but also awaiting my response.

“Yeah, I like that idea. We should come up with a safe word, too.”

“That sounds like a plan. Let’s discuss it with the others… tomorrow?”

“Okay,” I reply as he’s slowly releasing me. He pecks my lips again, then disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes. When he returns, he’s cheesing like a cheshire cat which has already piqued my interest, but when he shakes his head and continues down the stairs. I HAVE to know what is going on in there so I take a seat in my favorite chair after adjusting the angle just right, so that I can sit and watch, just as they close the shower door behind them.

Jungkook’s POV

After we all leave Tia to speak to Namjoon on the phone, I unfortunately have to start getting ready for work. We all may as well be living here as we rarely leave, except for work, and our clothes and other items are slowly accumulating, Tia finding a specific place for our stuff to go. Several of my uniforms are hanging in one of the guest bedrooms down the hall from the main bedroom. I'm also noticing how Tia has begun speaking, using ‘ours’ and ‘we’ a lot more often. 

I love the idea of this, of us all being in one place, but none of our places are large enough to accommodate everyone. I’m thinking of having a conversation with Tia being that I don’t want to assume anything. I want to make sure I’m not doing too much by being around everyday or having my things here. Yes, she pulled out extra toothbrushes and necessities for us and doesn’t seem to mind, but I just want to make sure.

As I’m getting dressed, Taehyung and Jimin keep me company while giving Tia her privacy to converse with Namjoon downstairs. We chat comfortably, like we’ve known each other for years… decades, even. Seated on the edge of the bed, I’m buttoning my last button when Jimin steps over to turn down my collar. Mindlessly, I place a hand on his hip, looking up into his angelic face. He is beautiful and I must admit, I am kind of attracted to him. His tenderness and care for me warms me from the inside. He licks his pillowy soft lips as he’s adjusting the last bit before stepping back to lean on the doorframe of the bathroom. My heart skips a beat and I’m wondering what this feeling could be.  

I’m lost in my thoughts when we hear our clumsy love stumbling up the stairs. We know she’s not hurt when she hops up and rushes into the room. I can’t hide the amusement on my face, watching her, so excited and childlike. I’m also not surprised at the bruises that pop up on her skin, as she’s always falling or bumping into things. If I could put her in a bubble or carry her in my pocket at all times, I would.

I wonder how long it will take to get used to this feeling of calm. With me usually being the jealous type, it’s foreign to be able to watch the woman I love snuggle up in the arms of another man, with nothing but mellowness and adoration in my heart. In a perfect world, I would be able to stay home with them, but I have to go ‘protect and serve’. I’m curious as to how things will go between Tia and Namjoon but I’m sure the guys will fill me in. I watch Jimin disappear into the bathroom behind Tia before I gather my things for work. 

Taehyung stops me, mentioning what happened between us last night, and I can completely understand why. I felt comfortable enough with him and Tia to do things I’ve never done…never thought I’d do, and things were intoxicating. I’ve never had any sexual experiences with men, but it just felt right in the moment. Honestly, it feels like I’m in a relationship with all of them, not just Tia. There is definitely a conversation we need to have, but until then, I’ve decided that, instead of searching for a category or label to place on what we have, that I will go with the flow and float along in our happiness.

Kissing Taehyung has become almost second nature. While he is older than me, there is something about him that makes him appear small. Maybe it’s the feeling of his slim waist in my arms or the way his body molds onto mine. Is it the way he looks at me or the way he melts when our lips touch? I don’t know, but I love it. 

After tossing my backpack on, I go to say goodbye to Tia and Jimin. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to guess what those two are up to in the shower, I know they are having sex. But when I walk into the bathroom and see their movements in sync, their wet bodies caressing against each other, the way they hold onto each other as if their lives depended on how close they can get, portions of their figures hidden behind the steam that has formed on the glass shower… the vision is simply breathtaking. I wait for the moment they notice me there, not wanting to interrupt and not wanting them to stop.

“JK, is it time for you to go already?” Tia pulls away from Jimin, wiping the steam with the palm of her hand.

“Sadly, yes. I just wanted to tell you guys goodbye before I left. Sorry for interrupting.”

“No! You’re not interrupting. I would have been sad when we got out to find you’d gone without saying anything,” Jimin admits.

I step closer when Tia opens the door, letting clouds of steam, the scent of her vanilla body wash, and sex to escape. She steps out onto the bath mat, water traveling down her amber brown-colored, smooth skin to drip onto the floor. Fuck! If I wasn’t on duty, I would love to lick every droplet from her flesh. With my thumb, I brush a few beads of water from her now rosy cheek and kiss her there. Using the grip I have on her, I turn her head to the side, exposing her neck to me so that I can nibble and kiss my way from her lips to her chin, across her jaw, and down her throat. 

She moans and grasps the straps of my bag, and though I’m loving the way she’s squirming and pulling me closer as I suckle at her sensitive spots, I have to let her go after kissing her lips one more time. Jimin, now standing behind her, smiles the sweetest smile which causes me to want to give him the same treatment, but I refrain from doing so, for now. I reach out to cup his face instead, allowing him to rest into my palm, his eyes closing for a moment. With a gentle pinch to his cheek and just one more kiss for Tia, I say my goodbyes before leaving the room.

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More Shadows House: I’m near the end of the debut arc (ep. 7, 8, & 9). I suppose I should start tagging these for spoilers so: spoilers

I’m loving how Emilico helping everyone comes back to her in so many different ways, and how it disarms everyone and allows them to help and be helped as well. Honestly makes me feel a little bad for ever assuming the worst of someone. I’m glad we saw John panic over what he said to Kate, too. It was adorable and grounds his character, plus he did go a bit too far. We basically get confirmation that all shadows have soot powers but with different strengths, and that does seem to be part of the test. It was also interesting to see the interaction between shadows of different rankings. The third floor crew basically treat the other shadows as servants, not quite to the degree of living dolls but more than I would have expected. I suppose they need servants since their living dolls are… consumed, I guess. I did not expect that reveal at all. Kind of throws most of my theory out the window (unsurprisingly), but I still wonder what they do with all the soot, especially since it relates to negative feelings.

I definitely underestimated Rum. I mean I was rooting for her, but I’m so glad Emilico was able to support her and give her a little self-confidence, so she could really show her strengths. The moments of her figuring out the map and the maze and being reassured about Shirley, so good. More than that though, I think I underestimated Shirley. I had assumed she was shy like Rum, and that we never saw her produce soot because she was used to being on the sidelines. But knowing that Rum has never seen her make soot at all and that her room is always spotless makes me think there’s a lot under the surface. Even someone with weak soot powers would normally give off a little when they feel negative. Shirley must be content and likely confident/above-it-all in order to never make soot. I bet she’s super smart like Rum. She knows something the others don’t, or has figured something out. She’d rather observe and learn more than engage in posturing for the competition. (Also, very into the theory I saw that Shirley somehow created Rummy through soot powers, and has been talking to Rum this whole time.)

I really wish we heard what was said between each pair when Rum rescued Shirley and when Ricky rescued Patrick. It would’ve been very revealing for each of their characters, but especially since we haven’t heard a word from Shirley yet. I’m guessing they’ll show Rum/Shirley later though.

I’m glad they had the third floor crew talk about how strange this test is and how biased Edward clearly is. It’s a lot of what I was talking about in my last post, so it was satisfying. Still, they seem content to just be entertained and not worry to much about the validity of the test, which is expected but disappointing. Actually, they seem really eager to see someone, anyone fail and die. I think they probably care very little about the event as a test and focus on the spectacle. It was interesting to hear I think Ryan say something like “do we want a bunch of star bearers?” I was confused initially because I thought that was a title of honor and authority, but it was said with distain. It was during the conversation about dolls and individuality, though, and I saw someone guess that star bearers are shadow & doll pairs that can’t or won’t merge, which makes a lot of sense to me. I think due to Emilico’s influence none of this cohort will be willing to merge. They are all learning to be kinder and less competitive, which breaks down the walls separating master and servant. Certainly Kate and John wouldn’t. Louise might since she is clearly obsessed with Lou, but depending on their relationship she might actually prefer Lou to have a body.

But that being said I have to talk about Kate’s & Shirley’s prisons. There’s literally no way to properly free Kate except one random chance at the beginning. That’s not a test, it’s an execution. I mean I’m mad about the injustice of it, but it also would’ve been less of a show for third floor crew if things had gone to plan. I wish we had seen more about the intended solutions to the other prisons, too. Louise’s literally had instructions on it, clear bias and very stupid. John destroyed his, but I imagine it was similar to Patrick’s, which was very interesting to me. They kind of glossed over it, but I don’t think we’ve seen soot used that way before. I had assumed it would not be able to hold a shape on its own, or if it could, it would be too brittle to turn a lock. For Shirley’s, they explained how the soot mechanism that would kill her worked, but never said there was any kind of key or other mechanism. Kate was last in the ranking when this part started, so by Edward’s logic Shirley’s should be slightly easier than Kate’s. I think cutting through the plants was the only way, maybe that’s what the shears at the beginning were intended for.

Speaking of Louise and shears. I never thought Ricky had it in him to hurt Lou or Louise, and I mean that as a compliment, but I also don’t think he had a right to get mad at Shawn since he did think about it and it would be in line with his behavior thus far. Then again, being mad about it is also very in character for him. It was nice to see Lou show some initiative and give him the shears. (And very clever noticing the differences in the masters’ soot trails) I’m not necessarily on board with the little romance they seem to be teasing between the two though. There’s clearly something going on with Lou that needs to be addressed first. She’s growing, but she still seems like not all there at times, and it’s worrying.

Also John is a badass just punching that boulder to pieces. Is it bad that I was kind of into how excited Sophie got over “the volume of his soot”? *blush* Anyway, I’m always slightly frustrated by these boulder chase scenes because I feel like you could just lie flat in the corner and the boulder would pass over you. Or, he could hide in the turnstile. It’s metal, so part of me doubts the boulder would do more than dent it. Actually that whole exchange was silly. Once both pins are lifted, it looks like they won’t lock again until a full 180° turn. You could open it once and just pass back and forth freely without ever letting it lock again. I don’t know, maybe there’s more to the mechanism.

Also, back to Kate’s prison and the rescue. Kate and Emilico’s reunion conversation was so cute and yes wasted a bit of time but technically maybe worth it to calm down Kate and slow the soot mechanism. I did have trouble suspending my disbelief for the rescue sequence though. Emilico was very valiant running along the beam and jumping to save Kate, but the physics just don’t make sense to me. How could she leap forward over the lip, but somehow reach back far enough to grab Kate? And if the flower cart was there, did she need to catch Kate? I mean the flower cart felt a little convenient on its own, like, Emilico did not look before she leapt. But more than that, and it was hard to tell, but in certain shots the cage looked like it was over grass. It was definitely close to the edge, and it only looked about one story up. That’s a survivable fall. You couldn’t catch yourself if you fell with the cage, but if you hung on, as Kate did, you could just swing forward, land on the soft grass, and like tuck and roll. Very survivable. Still it was cute for them to land in the flowers together. Criminal that Emilico’s nickname was translated as sunshine instead of flower bed. So many good references to that name are missed.

Can’t wait to see how it all turns out.

(Also thank you to the person who reblogged my last one of these and said they wanted more. I don’t know if you’ll see this, but I’m new here, so that made my day.)

[ddostoyevskyy]

❝𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕: The Hell of Mirrors, 𝐈!

Edogawa Ranpo

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... officially f!reader for now on, fluffy with a pinch of angst chapter, heheheheheheheheheheheheheh

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... haven’t updated for a while */cutely gives you this chapter.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 3.823k

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄, 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐕, 𝐕

Why would a man become crazy if he entered a glass globe lined with a mirror? What in the name of the devil had he seen there?

“I have already processed your request of Gifted Business Permit from Gifted Special Operations Division, Mister Fukuzawa. We just have to wait for confirmation and other formal details and you can work as a public servant as an ability user, from then.” Chief Taneda exclaimed, his eyes averting meticulously from Fukuzawa and the two children seated besides him; both a young boy and girl whose had her head gently laying on his shoulder, her eyes blindfolded. He had recognized the silent girl eversince they’ve arrived. The young boy, however, has been staring at him with such emerald, determined eyes, wearing a piece of glasses and a familiar military corps cap.

“That’s good to hear, Chief. I hope, my request will be fulfilled because these children really has a potential. Although, this young lady here needs a little supervision, she’s a soft spoken child.” Fukuzawa replied, sipping on a warm tea as Ranpo reached for the cup of water in front of him as he nudged his shoulder where you have been resting on. You raise your head subsconsciously before you felt the cool touch of the mug on your lips which Ranpo had offered you. You were startled a bit before you took his offer to drink, the water had quenched your thirst as you finished drinking with a satisfied buds before muttering a small sound of gratitude.

“I see. But you know her full potential, right? I just hoped, you can bring out the best for this child, Mister Fukuzawa.” Chief Taneda watched the two children interact without words as Ranpo fed you as you eat what he feed you as you munched those unfamiliar flavours exploding in your taste buds. You feel these bursts of delightful and enjoyment as your stomach feel full too, although these emotions are usually something you feared to feel — it makes you feel warm and giddy.

“Of course. I know parenthood is not an easy task, but if they are really willing to help and save others, I am willing to be a guide and a witness of their success.” You felt a large hand on top of your head as Fukuzawa patted your head as he did to Ranpo which the young boy protested with an adorable pout as he continued to feed you while sulking.

“I’m glad to hear that, Mister Fukuzawa. But as an official too, I would like to take young (Name) to a gifted specialist to be checked further. She has been through a lot of psychological torture that her own ability did to herself. And, as far as I know, she was experimented.” Chief Taneda offered. Your trembling hand found the table as it caused the utensils on the table create a tingling sound on the ears. Your lips trembled as Fukuzawa and Ranpo stared at you in bewilderedment, waiting for your next move.

“I was not experimented. These bruises are the aftermath of overusing my ability. Since I were to use my mind for the Altered Reality, my whole body and nerve are affected. My Reflecting Emotions ability travels on my veins and controls the beat of my heart causing palpilations and an almost heart failure. I am not insane.” Your voice held such authority and with your eyes even covered, the man across you felt a sudden intimidation as he gulped. Well, maybe you are not insane, but your level and capacity of knowledge is not normal for a child without medications or experimentations. Ranpo’s case were different; he can see through truth and deduction, while you, have the power to roam in someone’s mind; to mess with their minds, to apply different memories that has never existed, to manipulate someone’s dreams, to appear in someone’s nightmares. The both of you combined is a dangerous combination to ever exist.

“My apologies if I ever offend you, but that’s not what I meant, Miss (Name). We just have to see what’s your full potential and the Gifted Division is willing to help you.”

“I have no power to refuse because the law won’t follow someone whose underage, but Mister Yukichi is now my guardian, and he’s responsible with the decision of my sake,” You answered as you heave a sigh. You felt a poke on your cheek as you tilted your head to Ranpo’s direction, pursing your lips before shaking your head to tell him you don’t want another bite anymore. You have lost your appetite and the food you ate felt like it was trashing on your stomach, swirling with emotions as you calm yourself for a moment. You place your lips on the mug in your hand again as you drink. “But even though I have my eyes covered, I can sense your heart beat. It sounds pleasing and sincere through the ears. I trust you because you are willing to help Mister Yukichi, but I don’t trust those people in that... Gifted Division.”

Fukuzawa stared at you, ash-grey eyes shining under the fancy lights of the restaurant. This... is such a huge responsibility, especially coming from the responsibility itself. But Fukuzawa is also determined to see your full potential, although you seems skeptical and Ranpo had been avoiding his gaze as he also felt silent at your trembling voice, he knew it was a bad idea to hand you over the Gifted Special Operations Division. If ever, Fukuzawa is willing to be an instrument to see your full potential instead of the officials. Ranpo is aware of what will happen too as he felt your small hand tightened on the hem of his cape as you unintentionally tug and grip. Ranpo can sense your agitation and a little bit of irritation as your thighs which is glued to his own started to bounce in action.

Fukuzawa can sense the distress to the two children besides him as he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “I think, we are already finished here, Chief. Thank you for your help and I expect good news for the pending approval of my business permit. Please, contact me for that matters only. If you’ll excuse us, we have to go,” He stood up as he take his wallet from his pocket, rummaging a few cash before putting it under the utensils available on the table. “Ranpo, (Name), let’s go.”

You shakily sighed as you felt Ranpo’s arm on your shoulder and the back of your knees, hoisting you up on his arms as you leaned your head on his shoulder before you felt him strided, following Fukuzawa shortly after he bowed to the Chief whose left speechless because of you. He never really protested anymore, although he was just in an utter shock in disbelief after they left, maybe it was a good idea not to involve you to the officials anymore.

“I’m sorry about my behavior earlier, Mister Yukichi...” You muttered under your breath as Fukuzawa catches your voice. He shook his head as he sighed. “I just can’t... go back there anymore. I hate hospitals.”

“I understand, (Name). You don’t need to apologize for such small things, alright? What you did earlier is a sign of improvement. You can actually fight for yourself without using your ability, right? So, it’s fine, (Name).” You felt that large hand on your head again, patting and caressing your hair in such manner that made you melt as you shift on Ranpo’s arms.

“Hey, don’t get too comfortable. You’re heavy, you know?” Ranpo murmured with a slight pout.

“Are you tired, Ranpo? I can carry her.”

“No can do! But we can take taxi! Or you can carry me on your back and carry (Name) in your arms at the same time!” Fukuzawa sighed at his behavior, shaking his head before ignoring the child’s suggestions which made the younger’s lips puckered more in annoyance.

“So bored!”

“Where are we going, Mister?”

“Are we there yet?”

“I’m getting sleepy!”

“Hey, you! Are you asleep? Ah! How dare you sleep peacefully in my arms!”

Ranpo pondered more questions to the older man that is left unanswered. Fukuzawa really had no idea where to go tonight and his house which is still quite far away from here.

“Hey, Mister. I was just wondering,” Ranpo’s voice turned serious, a little bit lower from his high-pitched, playful voice earlier as he caught Fukuzawa’s attention. “(Name) seems to have a vocabulary I don’t understand sometimes.”

Fukuzawa stared at the boy whose looking directly on the streets as they both walked in sync. “Don’t worry about it. I, as an adult don’t understand what’s going on in her mind too. She’s a close book. But bringing her with us is not a wrong decision, Ranpo,” The boy fell in silence as he pondered in his mind. Fukuzawa saw a lot of confusion and hesitation in the younger boy’s emerald eyes when his gaze averted to the girl sleeping peacefully in his arms.

“And I don’t regret tagging you along too.”

“Are you making me cry again?” Ranpo retorted.

Fukuzawa’s eyebrow arched in confusion. “...No?”

The boy snorted, holding back laughter as he lift his arms and adjusted the girl’s position on his arms with a sigh.

“Where are we heading? I’m so tired!” Ranpo retorted again as Fukuzawa sighed, pulling the girl out of his grasp without waking her up. Before he could answer the younger one, his phone rings through his pocket. He carries the young girl on one arm as if it’s an infant. His muscles restraint under the sleeve of his yukata as he halted for a moment, making Ranpo leaned on the light post, impatiently with a pout.

“Is this Fukuzawa Yukichi?”

“Yes, speaking,” He answered. “Who is this?”

“I’m... (Name)’s father.”

A frown appeared in Fukuzawa’s expression, furrowed eyebrows and purse lips as every steps he took felt heavy and unrelenting. He breath in as he glance at the two children sitting a little away from the table, yet still visible on his supervision. (Name)’s head on Ranpo’s shoulder as the young boy’s also leaning on top of her head with his mouth slightly agape — tired from strolling too much in Yokohama city as he fiddled with his fingers.

(Name)’s father... what would this man who claimed to be her biological father need from him? Or from his daughter... will he take the young girl away from him? Fukuzawa shook his head — he’s not even her legal guardian, yet the thought of bringing her back to the reason why she became a child with no emotions doesn’t sit right with him.

Everything that happened today doesn’t feel right.

It was as if the Heaven were punishing him for all the mistakes he did — those bloodsheds he sheated, and those failed mission as a private bodyguard and assassination is weighing him down as he remembered that one employee whose as powerful — with a connection to the Port Mafia; where he learned and mastered the art of sword. He never failed, though, he realized he wasn’t really ready for such responsible like this; taking children with him despite his dangerous connections.

He ought to change, although his principles and morals opposed his actions — protecting a mere child is not a solution he thought of. He viewed children as fragile, naive, and carefree. But those two children leaning on each other in a deep slumber begs to differ — both intelligence and emotional capabilities that any normal teens at their age rarely has.

But, they’re still a child after all.

Both craved for a parental guidance and validation a parent should fully give them. Edogawa Ranpo were not deprived of that matter until both of his parents are quick to disappeared from this world before he could have explored the world better with them. (Name) (Last Name), however, were deprived to feel any emotions present in this world, not even a touch of a mother and a genuine love of a father that has been betraying her since birth. Those memories planted on his mind were harsh memories of chemicals and experiments that (Name) believed to be a product of her own ability; in which is arguable, but none of it is a fact.

Though, he can’t really ignore Ranpo’s situation — both of them are very much alike.

“Mister Fukuzawa, right?” A man in a suit appeared right in front of him with a serious expression. The man’s head swivels around the restaurant before his eyes fell on the spot Fukuzawa’s been guarding for a while.

“Yes, you’re not mistaken. Please, tell your concern as much as possible because I have company whose definitely tired right now.” Fukuzawa answered with a monotone, voice deep and a little harsher than usual.

Ranpo’s eyes shot open wide as he quickly glance on his right, blinking his eyes when his vision blurred as he felt a frail arms hooked on his own. His head swivel towards Fukuzawa’s table whose not alone anymore, accompanied by a man in an elegant suit; the same familiar (H/C) locks welcomes his sight, warm and vibrant under the chandelier lights as he huffed an air through his mouth.

No matter what the outcome of the adults’ conversation will be, Ranpo knew this will be your last straw. His fingers ghostly wrapping around your own as you shift in your slumber, unconsciously tightening your grip on his warm hands. No matter how Ranpo thinks of countless solutions, it will never change; a child’s power in this cruel world, no matter how intelligent they are — without a mother and father — will only fall apart.

Especially, how your father is definitely one of most powerful man with authority, given by how he suddenly looked so intimidating and domineering as he intently stare at Fukuzawa.

This man... will definitely won’t hesitate to use law against Fukuzawa.

“Edogawa...san?” He heard you murmured, voice gentle as he looked down at you, “What‘s bothering you?”

“The fact that you're sleeping peacefully while I can't feel my shoulders by now.” Ranpo huffed with a pout, all in while masking his concern to the current situation as he could feel the tension going on a certain table.

“Huh...?” You shifted a little when you realized, cheeks heating up for unknown reasons you can’t identify as you realized your finger were intertwined. “Sorry.”

Fukuzawa’s silver eyes averted to them as he met Ranpo’s before the younger one nudge his head to the side, a signal in which, Fukuzawa doesn’t seem to catch on. He averted his gaze to the man in front of him who claimed himself your father, yet you seemed to give a single care when you kept yourself close to Ranpo despite the embarrassment that you felt earlier.

“Hey, (Name),” Ranpo whispered as he glanced through the entrance and exit of the restaurant for a sign of bodyguards or men in suit standing outside for any future casualties. He grabbed your wrist with a firm grip, warm fingertips engulfing your cold ones. “If you were to choose, will you go back to your old life with your father?”

He felt your whole body halt with his question, your relaxed arm became tense in his grip as your mouth fell open in disbelief. Your mind surges with thoughts swirling in your mind — the thought of Fukuzawa and Ranpo bringing you back to your biological father’s den like a rabbit on a lion’s cage dominated your thoughts as you flinched when Ranpo tugged you back to reality. He pursed his lips when he saw how your lips trembled and threatening to scream.

You yanked your wrist away from him, causing you to stumble to your feet as you scrambled, losing balance. A shriek escapes your lips as a glass breaking sound resonates in your ears; you fell down in a pile of broken glass underneath as you hissed.

“(Name)!” You could hear the faux concern lacing on his voice as you gritted your teeth. What is that all about?! Is Ranpo plotting something? You figured by how you could identify his mischievousness by his voice. “Are you alright?!”

You scrunched your nose in process when he kept his voice that way.

“Hey, Sir! She’s blind, can’t you see? We need to bring her to the hospital.”

Fukuzawa finally realized the look Ranpo gave him earlier.

You kissed your teeth together as you grabbed into Ranpo’s dark cape, tugging him to help you up in hurry. You felt some of the broken glass had prickled in the sheer skin of your flesh — realizing how incredibly thin the fabric of your longsleeve dress that stops below knee.

One thing Ranpo noticed about your attitude is your lack of patience in everything.

Fukuzawa watched when a huddle of people crowded the two children as he pursed his lips.

“What happened? (Name)? (Name)!” (L/N) had tried to call his daughter’s name, that to his dismay, had already disappeared from the midst of the crowds. Fukuzawa’s eyes averted to the door exit as he saw Ranpo scurries out of the restaurant carrying (Name) on his back. He mentally facepalmed.

He‘s definitely going to give Ranpo a good scolding later.

“Edogawa-san!” You yelled his name — the very first time he heard you ever raised your voice as your arm wrapped around his neck for support, the other one were clutching on his black locks in annoyance, his dark tresses surprisingly soft while his cap sat securily on top of your head instead. “Slow down! What’s the rush for?!”

Your voice were high-pitched, almost breathless even though you were not the one running and carrying another weight on your back as he huffed a breath. There’s no reply on his end as you shrieked when he run a little faster, your hand toppled on his hair were instantly removed when you felt his hat almost falling off your head; he warned you not to lose it or he’s gonna drop you off of his back.

You huffed as the cold breeze of air hits your supple skin that was exposed, the small cuts on your skin due to the broken glass aches a little, but you can manage. You have no idea what’s this boy running from, but you could definitely feel the adrenaline rush on his veins.

“Sorry for asking you that question earlier. I know you would react that way and I have to put on a show to distract them.” Ranpo’s fevered and out of breath words reached your ears despite the wind harshly blowing in your direction because of his speed. You never thought he could run this fast like this, though maybe it was just you and your unathletic stamina.

But, can’t he tell you what’s really happening atleast?!

“Edogawa-san, where are we going?” You asked, out of breath, despite him carrying you, you could feel his exhaustion runs wildly on his body, the exposed skin of his neck forming sweat as it trickles where your arms are hooked for support.

Ranpo doesn’t answer, roaming his opened eyes around as he abruptly stopped when he realized his surroundings; dark and empty with not even a single soul or human in the streets, the flickering lights of lamppost made it more darker and eerie. He could only hear his own breathing, two heartbeats, and the soft breaths from you near his ears that made his skin and flesh tremble.

You didn’t say a word too; the defeaning silence pierce both of your ears as you grip on Ranpo’s uniform, creasing the fabric in your fist. You could feel the hesitation and fear run his whole system.

(Name), what are you doing?

Ranpo pondered in his head as he stepped back a few times before turning around completely, walking back where he ran earlier just to confirm something. He was quiet and so are you — completey and engulfed in a silence that if he ever make noises, he might as well die. Ranpo can’t go back now — not when Fukuzawa is really eager to take you with them; to change your life into a better one like he did to Ranpo. Though, it seems like the scarf in your eyes wouldn’t make any changes to you.

Ranpo stopped on his tracks again as he vaugely realized; he’s been walking on the same path — the buildings and infrastructures never changed as the flickering lamppost he saw earlier never changed as though playing games and surging him on to be completely insane.

“Edogawa-san,” You called out his name as his ears rang, his breath rigid when your voice falters in a quiet hymn, as if lullabying him into sleep, luring him into slumber until he falls asleep — yet he fought the urge to fell in the tips of your fingers, or to sleep at the melody of your voice as though he will be laying on a bed of roses forgetting its thorns that will pierce in his body.

Are you playing with him? Is this part or your insanity? Your mercy? Is this the part where he’ll regret everything he did to save you away from the grasp of the man who you called father who did nothing but to make you suffer enough in the liue of chemicals and the artificiality of your veins that made your mind sharper but crazier. He vaugely knew everything, though your intuitions and intentions were still unknown to him, atleast he knew what your condition as he could be any help.

“Do you see a hospital building?”

Ranpo swivel his head around as he faced a building painted in white walls as he mindlessly nodded.

“You wanna know the real me, right?” Your voice falters yet again as you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face on the crook of his shoulder as you sighed. “I’d like to make you see everything of me within my ability. I’d like you to understand why I’m doing this. Our physical bodies were unconscious right now, this only place within the consciousness of our minds. You cannot be seen, therefore you can explore.”

And, as if in a flick of fingers, Ranpo is now inside the building — a room with white walls and bright light that blinds him as he stills, emerald eyes widening as he stared of what‘s in front of him.

You and mirrors.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All Rights Reserved 2023 © ddostoyevskyy. Do not repost without permission or plagiarized.

[little-yandere-ish-blog]

Programming: Robot Canada x creator! reader

The finishing touches on your brand new program! You smiled excitedly you had made a companion to accompany your work. He would have your program but artificial intelligence to fix any issues of his system and upgrade himself. He would be constantly learning. Now you needed to implement the final personality programming! You smiled as you created Matthew Williams. Your personal robot, he looked so human it was freaky but he was perfect!

You turned on the final switch and unplugged him. You stepped back waiting eagerly. Was this it? Was this going to be the burden lifted off your shoulders and creating a brilliant mind similar to your own? You smiled as his purple eyes light up to life.

“Huh? Where am I?” He blinked looking at the garage analyzing everything. His eyes soon fixated on you. His system immediately recognized you from his programming you had implemented

“Oh (name)!” He immediately softened up, he greeted you like an old friend he hadn’t seen in years “ Its so good to see you, its nice to see you in your full form” He stepped towards you. 

“ Its good to see you too Matthew, I’m extremely happy to have you here, many many many months of work and here you are, this form of yours is extremely realistic! I programmed and put in so much in you!” You wanted to ramble about every detail of himself to him. 

Matthew smiled softly “ its okay, i’ve been conscious since you connected the motherboard to an energy source, you are so persistent with your works. Im so happy to have you be my companion.

Time skip~

Its been about 11 months since Matthew was launched up and everything was running extremely smoothly. He’s been a joy to have and absolute lovely to have in the lab. You thought maybe he needs another robotic companion! It must be hard to be alone when you have to work. So! You've been working on a gift for Matthew!

“Matthew can you please come into the garage?” you called out to the canadian male

Matthew took off his oven mitts “of course, is there anything you need? I can help until these cookies finish baking.” He looked up seeing another robot...it was like him extremely similar except....a cowlick and the bluest eyes you could ever imagine.

“Matthew, this is your technically older brother. I had his parts for much longer, he was an earlier prototype his name is Alfred” You smiled introducting them

“hey dude!” Alfred hugged Matthew “ its weird seeing you outside of the programming, you look fantastic!” 

Matthew froze up...why did (name) make him? Was she not satisfied with Matthew dedication and service?  Was she not happy with him? Maybe...maybe he needed to fully prove himself to be capable of handling all of their tasks...just (name) and Matthew not this fucking clown called his brother.

Alfred let go looking to (name) smiling, Matthew wanted to disassemble him right then and there. He wanted the fake blood running through Alfred’s false veins to spray all over the walls. He wanted to make (name) realize all they needed was him and only him. 

Matthew smiled “ well I’m so glad i have a companion and a brother to hang out with while you are at work” His analysis intelligence could recognize the emotions...how happy you were....seeing Alfred's signals sending romantic feelings to Alfred’s central processing ...no..no no no!!

Time skip a few weeks later, y/n POV

I was exhausted waking up to banging coming from the garage. Damn raccoon i’m sure, i went to the garage opened the door looking to see Alfred completely ripped apart and the fake blood spreading across the floor. I looked meeting Matthew's glowing purple eyes.

“oh..my god” Those were the only words I could muster from this horrific scene.

Matthew stood up “I didn’t want you to see this...he was a bad program” He looked to Alfred with disgust

“Matthew, what have you done?! You destroyed him! HES NOT EVEN ABLE TO BE BACKED UP!” I yelled, confused. The programming and those important central parts were destroyed 

“This is what you programmed me to do, to make sure we stay friends. to make sure you’re protected and safe. I don’t understand” He said quietly approaching me. My heart started pounding, oh god was he gonna kill me? I don’t remember programming this possessive behavior!

“I can see your temperature rising and your heart rate getting quicker, your stress levels are increasing dramatically” He said analyzing my entire body as he approached me 

“Yeah NO SHIT!” I snapped, scared and angry.

“ you made me like this, cant you see? or maybe my intelligence has surpassed you. I am god. I can create and destroy! Illness or age cannot effect me!! Not even water! NOTING!” He smiled...those purple eyes turning red.

Before I could get in a word he grabbed my face harshly “Can’t you see (y/n)? You need me...without me you’re nothing! You made me perfect for you. You made me with you’re own hands with love....It’s now me loving you back! I will love you back! I’ll I’ll fill you with my love” He said, his eyes flickered down there . My stomach churned “you...you have no idea what you’re talking about nor the parts or capacity to do such a thing” i said trying to correct him

He giggled innocently “ I made my own parts and figured out the correct protein and genetic combinations, with a constant supply of the foods i consume, my body can produce its own functional sperm, along with the proper male genitalia to stimulate and its fully fictional, I can fill you with my love and  so much more” He said proud of himself.

 I felt disgusted, the artificial intelligence was so much more horrific than i imagined, i never calculated he improve himself like this. I felt sick to my stomach. What have i created?

[mas-o-kissed]

Buddy Jett supposed it should be grateful for how its final audit had gone. The old Buddy had never had much ambition when it came to things like promotions. He never would've climbed the corporate ladder on his own. Instead, he'd been shoved into an elevator that only seemed to go up. The heights were dizzying.

The old Buddy also wouldn't have applied for this kind of position in the first place. He would've hated the idea of being a corporate stooge. Not that government stooge had been much better, but at least he'd been comforted knowing that those companies had to cough up a few more pennies towards the public good because of him.

The new Buddy wondered sometimes why it had been allowed to recall its past so freely. There was no shortage of imployees and impterns that seemed to have no memory of who they were before they joined the company. Was it simply because its old work experience was still useful here? It did feel good to be useful. Its eyelids fluttered dreamily at that thought.

Still, remembering its old attitudes and beliefs felt... Risky somehow. Like it was getting away with something it shouldn't. It didn't want those unapproved ideas to gain a foothold again. If they did, there was every chance it would have all of its thoughts washed out of its brain, not just the troublesome ones. If that happened, it wouldn't be as useful to the company.

But that was only part of it, if it was being honest. As thorough as Buddy's imployee onboarding had been, it was learning even more on the job. Creating a believable paper trail to satisfy its former supervisor had been an interesting process. Despite the frankly abysmal state of the company's actual bookkeeping, the list of social contacts was much better kept. It didn't take long to find people who were tangentially involved in the company's various projects and then bend their ear (and their will) until they'd vouch that, yes, the inordinate amounts of money spent on genetic engineering equipment was definitely a business expense. They couldn't say what it was for, of course. Legally and mentally binding NDAs and all that. As helpless as Buddy had felt in the Boss's office chair, there was something satisfying about bringing someone else's mind to heel. Power corrupts, but Buddy was learning that corruption also empowers. Impowers?

It knew that authority was only borrowed, that it didn't even control its own mind anymore. But that didn't mean that it was keen on losing more of itself than it strictly had to. It just needed to keep those pesky old morals in check somehow.

But first, to business. It knocked on the door to the Boss's office. "Report's ready for you, Boss. Do you have a minute to go over it?"

(Big Boss Imp is laying across his desk, his head facing the door from an upside-down perspective. It looks as though he had been doing absolutely nothing, just staring into blank space with a placid expression on his face. Still, when he hears the knock on the door, he gives a start, blinks, and grins.)

My Little Buddy!

(He rolls over, now facing his new employee right-side-up, so he can rest his head on his hands. He kicks his feet in the air playfully.)

I’m so glad you came to visit me. I was just coming up with some new augmentations that I think you’d really enjoy. Tell me, have you ever had clockwork insides? Oh, I suppose that wouldn’t have been an option in your former life… well, it’s a lot of fun. You wouldn’t need to eat, or sleep, so you could work, work, work, work, work! You’d need some help winding the clockwork mechanism to keep you moving. (One time an unfortunate Imptern unwound completely in an unused section of the office and we didn’t find him for months! By the time we realized he was there he was alllll covered in dust. He’s fine. He works in operations now.) And anyway, you would look so so so so so so SO cute with a key in your back! Like a little wind-up toy. Wouldn’t that be delightful? Did you get taller? What are those papers? Is it fanmail? For me?

(He snatches one of the records from your hands.)

Oh. This has numbers on it. Is this what you came here to talk about?

[beewolfwrites]

The Oar in the Sand: Chapter Twenty-Two - The Beginning of the End

Just another update from me! Sorry if this is a messy chapter, I’m literally so tired today :(

But I really hope you enjoy!

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The silence draped over the prison like fallout. The obsessive whispers of Yaba and Kotoko fell on deaf ears, and I barely even registered Chishiya’s footsteps as he walked away from the cell. Ippei’s cell. Or at least, his remains. 

Ippei never did see the sunrise. He never saw the dawn sliding over the city. He would lie in an unmarked grave, having passed away in an everlasting nighttime - a constant nightmare. And that thought alone was too much to bear.

The sunrise spilled into my cell through a window on the back wall that I hadn’t been able to see until now. Sitting on the floor of my cell, fists clenched around my collar, I knew that this was it. 

The beginning of the end. 

My head spun as I tried to stand. The darkness, the exhaustion, the solitude… it was in my bones, wearing me down from the inside. But if I ended this game right here, I would be finally be able to feel the dawn on my face, not through the windowpanes, but outside in the summer breeze. I would be able to do what Ippei couldn’t. And now that he was gone, everything had changed. 

Chishiya doesn’t have a partner anymore. 

There was a deep seated anger raging within me. However, even if I wanted to scream and spit in his face, I also wanted him to live. But I was helpless in this cell. I couldn’t do much for him unless he came to me first, and Chishiya was far too proud for that. The only reassurance I had was that Chishiya had a knack for surviving no matter what. 

Knowing him, he’ll come up with a strategy. He always does. 

But, it wasn’t Chishiya whom I hated more than anything - it was the Jack of Hearts. For ruining us, for destroying so many lives, for creating a game this cruel, this inhumane. 

I can’t wait to see him fall. 

I paced and paced around my cell, mulling things over and staving off sleep, only to freeze when I noticed a dark shape in the mesh window of the door. A face. But not the one I was expecting.

‘Enji,’ I said. 

It was strange seeing him here. Banda must have been in a secret meeting with Yaba, otherwise Enji would never have strayed near. He was pressed right up against the door. You,’ he whispered. ‘Who are you.’ 

‘You already know my name.’ 

He ignored the comment. ‘Tell me, are you a citizen or a player?’ 

‘And why do you need to know?’ 

‘I need to know if you’re the Jack.’ 

I stepped closer until I could see every line that marred his skin. ‘I think we both know that I’m not.’ 

He scoffed, and I had never hated someone more. ‘You seem confident for someone who’ll die by the next round.’ 

I merely smiled at him. ‘That’s because I am confident.’ 

It was only when he tilted his head that I saw it. A slight blue sheen, lurking just beneath the locks of hair covering his face. I wouldn’t have noticed it if not for the daylight. His left eye was obviously a prosthetic, which would explain why he kept it covered. But prosthetic eyes didn’t usually have a sheen to them. Not unless they were electronic.  

Is that how?

What a disgusting tactic. 

It seemed that Enji hadn’t noticed me staring. ‘You can’t win this game,’ he said. ‘Even if you’re the last player standing, the Jack will always win.’ 

‘I wouldn’t be too sure of that.’ 

I stared him in his prosthetic eye — a move which he seemed to dislike as he backed away from the window, grumbling something under his breath before leaving for the guardroom. In a way, I was glad he paid me a visit. It would only make winning the game that little bit easier. 

And more satisfying.

Stewing in my cell, I mentally prepared myself for Banda’s final visit. With only six players left, this would be the last round: Round Thirteen. And there was only one titbit of information that I had left to offer. 

I splashed some water on my face, more impatient than ever to end this constant silence. Now that there was a light at the end of the tunnel, I was itching to get there, whatever it took. And so, when Banda finally rolled around to my cell, appearing in the window just as Enji had earlier, I snapped at him. 

‘What took you so long?’ 

Banda smiled calmly. ‘You’re too impatient.’

‘We can’t waste time,’ I insisted. ‘The Jack will have already started making his move.’ 

‘Then tell me who the Jack is,’ he said. 

Not so fast. 

As always, I moved my hair out of the way to expose the back of my collar. ‘You’ll have to tell me my suit first.’ 

He sighed, impatient. ‘You’re a Diamond.’

‘Thank you,’ I said, letting my hair fall back into place. If I wanted to end this game, I had to make this exchange count. ‘Have you swapped suits with Enji yet?’ 

‘No. He’s still down in the cafeteria with that guy, Chishiya.’ 

My breath hitched. 

Chishiya’s down there with him?

If I had to hazard a guess, Chishiya would be trying to convince Enji to tell him his suit. In that case, Enji would most definitely tell him wrong one to throw Chishiya off and eliminate him. 

‘So Enji is the Jack of Hearts…’ Banda mused, breaking me out of my reverie. He must have figured it out from my expression. ‘That does explain the cookies,’ he added.  

I tried to explain everything clearly, even if I wasn’t sure whether I was making sense. ‘He’s going to tell you the wrong suit. And he’ll tell Kotoko the wrong suit and ask her to lie to Yaba. Right now, he’s down there probably lying to Chishiya too. He must be banking on me being the only one left, and losing by default. His plan is to be the last man standing.’ 

‘I see.’ Banda nodded slowly. ‘I suppose I’ll just have to lie to him.’ 

I shook my head. ‘It won’t work,’ I told him. ‘Enji’s eye is a prosthetic, the one he keeps covered. But it’s not a normal prosthetic. I can’t prove it, but I have a feeling he’s using it to check his suit.’ 

Banda looked thoroughly unconvinced. ‘And how exactly would you know this?’

‘He came here before, when you were meeting with Yaba. I saw his eye, and it was strange. Prosthetics are normally made of glass, but this one had a sheen to it, like a cat’s eye. It was electronic. I think it could be linked to his collar.’  

‘The rules said that—’

‘The rules said that players can’t use reflective objects to cheat,’ I clarified. ‘They didn’t say anything about the Jack.’ 

‘In other words, Enji can’t lose,’ Banda surmised.  

Now that I thought about it properly, it was so obvious. He had given himself away right from the start — a true One-Eyed Jack. 

‘Well this is interesting.’ Banda muttered, thinking deeply. ‘So lying to him won’t actually work. I suppose I’ll have to make him want to choose the wrong suit.’ 

Huh? Why would he purposely choose the wrong suit?

‘That makes no sense,’ I said. ‘He wouldn’t do that.’ 

Banda smiled darkly, but it didn’t reach his dead eyes. ‘I can be very convincing when I want to be.’  He stepped away from the window, looking into the guardroom. ‘Enji will be back any time now. The next time we meet, the game will be over.’ 

With that, he left. Once again, all I could do was wait. I had given him the information he needed, and for the time being, there was nothing I could do directly. It was clear that Banda had something in store for Enji, something to convince him to intentionally lie, but as for what? It was beyond me. All I wanted was to get out of this damn cell. 

How long was left? Fifteen minutes? Twenty? I couldn’t sit still in my cell, knowing that it was all out of my control now. It was also worrying me a little that Chishiya hadn’t stopped by once. I couldn’t help but wonder whether he really was too proud to stop by my cell and ask for his suit, or if he was angry at me for ignoring his advice? 

 I don’t know how long I waited before the same, calm feminine voice chimed out. 

‘THE HOUR IS ALMOST OVER. PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE CELLS.’

This is it. 

The moment Enji’s tower would come crumbling down around him. Even if I didn’t want to, I had to trust in Banda. None of us could leave the venue until Enji was dead, and so long as he had that prosthetic eye, he couldn’t die. 

I just hope he knows what he’s doing.  

One by one, they all filed into the cell block. First Chishiya, followed by Banda and Enji. Judging by the murmurs I could hear from downstairs, Yaba and Kotoko were on the floor just below us.

‘IT IS TIME TO MAKE YOUR GUESS. EVERYONE, PLEASE ENTER A CELL. ONE PERSON PER CELL, PLEASE.’

Without speaking, everyone turned into their individual cells. But what took me by surprise was seeing Chishiya choose a different cell this time. He was no longer directly opposite me, but several doors down instead. 

He doesn’t want anything to do with me… that must be it. 

I couldn’t think about him right now. He was clearly too stubborn to act as my backup and confirm my suit. But it didn’t matter. I had to trust that Banda was telling the truth. He had yet to lie, and if he wanted me dead, I would’ve been splattered across the walls by now. I stepped away from the door, my heart erratic with anticipation. 

‘PLEASE MAKE YOUR GUESS.’

Please let it be the truth. 

‘ダイヤ,’ I said. Diamond. 

I didn’t know what I expected to happen, but there was nothing. No noise. No shouts. No explosions. 

‘Is that it—?’

A wet bang echoed through the block, coming directly from below. My heart shuddered as I listened for any signs of life. Yaba or Kotoko - it could have been either of them. Our success depended on it. 

But which one? 

There was a whirring noise as the lock clicked and buzzer sounded. And even then… none of the cell doors opened. I crept closer to the window, trying to see what was going on.

Chishiya couldn’t have… he couldn’t!

Finally, there was a creak as a cell door slowly opened. I took a sharp breath, hoping to see blond hair and a familiar smirk. However, it was not Chishiya, but Enji who stepped out. He took one look around the empty block. 

‘I won,’ he murmured. 

Slowly, his face cracked into a grin. A small chuckle escaped his lips, building and building until he was laughing like a madman basking in his victory. He spun, eyes glinting as he spotted me, stricken behind my door. 

‘I told you, didn’t I? The Jack will always win.’ He stepped closer, oozing with a confidence he had hidden so well. ‘And now, since just just the two of us, you’ll die by default. Just as I said you would.’ 

The world came crashing down around me, and I was stunned into silence, unable to believe what I was seeing. Was this really the end of the road? Not for him. But for all of us. For me. It wasn’t quite how I thought I would go. 

I closed my eyes as they welled with unshed tears. 

I’m sorry…

A door creaked open. And within seconds, the world righted itself. 

‘Just as I thought, you’re the Jack of Hearts.’ 

That familiar voice… that smirk… he had the nerve to walk out of his cell with his hands in his pockets, as though he hadn’t just cheated death as his own game. My heart swelled with relief, hurt, anger. 

Enji was frozen in place. ‘How?’ 

Overconfident as usual, Chishiya didn’t hold back. ‘I saw when you and that murderer, Banda, paired up. Even if you were impressed by what Banda said, there’s no way anyone could be so accepting of a stranger that quickly.’ His eyes slid over to mine. ‘You certainly weren’t with her.’

A part of me wondered whether Chishiya had wanted me to pair with them just for that purpose. And if so, it only fuelled the anger burning within me, being used as a tool to aid his strategies. But there was something else he said that gave me pause; he had called Banda a murderer. 

Is that what he meant earlier, when he said that he was dangerous?

I had never heard of a murderer named Banda Sunato. But then, I hadn’t been able to understand Japanese newspapers. 

There was a clang of metal as another cell door opened, and speaking of the devil, Banda’s smooth voice sounded through the cell block. ‘There aren’t many people who’d approach someone like me,’ he said. ‘And if you tried to kill me, then you’re either scheming, you’re just a plain idiot, a psychopath or a sociopath.’ 

Enji’s hands began to shake. ‘You… why did you?’ 

‘To find out which one you were, I decided to play along. You thought that you could control me.’ Banda took calm, measured steps towards Enji, who didn’t dare move. ‘You were also confident that you were superior to everyone else. It’s why you treated our third group member like dirt.’ 

’The more important your position is,’ Chishiya interjected, ‘the more your confidence manifests itself. Just like the Jack of Hearts.’ 

Enji’s shook his head. ‘Sorry, but it’s not me,’ he insisted, and pointed at Banda. ‘Banda is the Jack.’ 

The accusation was lost as footsteps sounded from the stairwell, the echo drawing everyone’s attention. From within my cell, I tried to angle my head against the window so that I could see better. 

‘It’s such a shame…’ Yaba’s voice rang out from the stairwell as he casually emerged into the block. ‘But it’s not Banda.’ 

Yaba strolled towards us, suit sharper than ever despite the situation at hand. Enji’s face flashed with confusion, and it was so wonderful to see. 

Your plan didn’t work…

‘You were in cahoots with Kotoko,’ Yaba said. ‘I told Kotoko her real suit, but she still died. It means somebody else was controlling her.’

‘Then—’ Enji frantically doubled back, pointing at Chishiya. ‘Then that guy must be the Jack!’ 

Calm as ever, Chishiya strolled towards my cell. I watched through the grate as he removed whatever was jamming the lock and opened my cell door. It was like taking a breath of fresh air, as I finally stepped out. The cell block seemed huge after being stuck in such a cramped space, the concrete ceilings stretching on forever. I had to lean against the wall to keep up my strength, but it didn’t matter. Anything was better than being in that cave.  

‘What did you just do?’ Enji spluttered. 

‘I noticed it earlier in the cafeteria,’ Chishiya replied, then tilted his head towards me, ‘but I wasn’t the only one.’

‘スナック,’ I said, trying to remember my grammar once more. The snacks. ‘あなたと琴子はおやつを使ってコミュニケーションをとっていた’ You and Kotoko used the snacks to communicate. 

‘That’s ridiculous,’ Enji sneered. ‘What kind of theory is that?’ 

‘それらのクッキー’, I continued. Those cookies. ‘四つの色があった. 四つの味.’ There were four colours. Four flavours. 

‘And four suits,’ Chishiya concluded, as I struggled to find the right words. As I spoke once more, he began to translate for me. 

‘Every time I ran into Kotoko,’ I explained, ‘she was alone in the cafeteria. I noticed that you and her would get the same kinds of snacks. Whenever I joked about it to you, you would get mad at me. I didn’t realise why at the time, but I figured it out pretty quickly. Both of you pretended that you were being controlled, when in fact you were using the snacks to confirm that your suits were correct.’

Yaba made a noise of agreement. ‘You told Kotoko to lie to me about my suit. I really did trust her, except at the end.’ 

Enji’s eyes flitted between the four of us, his breaths coming more and more unsteadily with every passing second. ‘When did you guys all start working together?’ 

‘In the opening announcement for this game,’ Yaba said, ‘they said that it’s a test of how much you trust others.’ He began to walk slowly toward Banda. ‘We simply followed that advice. The best way to build trust isn’t through persuasion, manipulation, or even domination… nor is it through brainwashing or manipulation, deception, fear.’ He stopped at Banda’s side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him. ‘It’s equality.’ 

Enji’s jaw turned slack as he realised what he was faced with. ‘No… no, that can’t be!’ He spun on his heel and pointed at me. ‘You weren’t working with any of them. You could still be the Jack!’ 

‘すでにそれを試しました,’ I muttered. You already tried that once.  

His eyes burned into mine. ‘Who the hell are you?’ 

Chishiya stepped closer towards me. ‘She’s my partner.’ 

I scowled, and moved further away. 

Like hell you are. 

From behind Enji, I saw Banda’s eyes narrow with realisation. I had always been unsure of whether he would figure out that Chishiya was confirming the suits he gave me. But if his expression was anything to go by, Banda had no idea. 

‘What?’ Enji cried out. ‘You two…’ His eyes darted between Chishiya and I. ‘It’s still possible that one of you is the Jack of Hearts! Maybe I did try to deceive you guys, but you can’t assume I’m the Jack based on that!’

‘I wouldn’t be so sure,’ Chishiya interjected smoothly. ‘If those two were so sure that you’re the Jack, then why didn’t Banda lie to you in the last round and try to kill you? They must have formed some kind of deal’ He circled around Enji, uttering his next words with a knowing smirk. ‘Maybe they’re going to get some information out of you.’ 

Banda and Yaba stalked towards Enji, and now I knew what Banda had planned. What he had said earlier finally clicked in the worst way possible… 

“I can be very convincing when I want to be.”

So that was Banda’s true nature. I swallowed, shivers running all along my skin. They were going to torture him until he gave up and lied about his suit.  

‘You can’t!’ Enji cried, as Banda took him by the arm, Yaba grabbing the other. ‘You can’t do this!’ 

I stood straighter as I stared Enji down. ‘他に選択肢はない,’ I said. There’s no other option. I frowned at that stupid flop of hair covering half his face. ‘その目… 首輪につながっているね.’ That eye of yours… it’s linked to your collar, isn’t it? 

Enji’s face crumpled as he realised that I had seen right through his rigged game. He thrashed wildly against the two restraining him. But it was useless as Yaba and Banda dragged him into a cell. It felt good, in a messed up way. I thought of Ippei, of the older woman, Headband, Glasses, all the lives that were wasted in this place. This prison smelled like death. But now, the dawn had risen. 

Yaba and Banda closed the cell door behind them, and I stepped forward, trying to see what they were doing to him. However, before I could get any closer, Chishiya’s hand wrapped around my arm. I shook him off instantly, pulling away as though his touch had burned me. 

‘Don’t,’ I said quietly. ‘Just don’t.’ 

Chishiya’s mouth tilted into a half-smile. ‘Don’t what? Save your life?’ 

‘What do you mea—?’

The cell door opened once more, revealing Banda. He was holding a straight razor in one hand, and his eyes shifted between me and Chishiya. Something didn’t feel right. There was a strange smile on his face, as though he was laughing at a private joke.

‘What?’ I asked him. ‘Aren’t you going to finish off Enji so we can leave by the next round?’

Banda inspected the razor in his hand. ‘I have plenty of time to enjoy Enji,’ he said. ‘But you’re finally out of that cell.’ 

The razor glinted, clean and beautiful in its danger. And all at once, I came to an understanding. The reason why Banda had wanted me alive. 

Banda Sunato, the murderer… 

‘It’s a shame that you two were secretly partners all this time,’ he murmured. ‘But I can still make this work.’ 

The world slowed as Banda strode towards me, gripping the razor blade in one hand. My body wouldn’t move. It couldn’t. And all I could see was that razor and those dead, dead eyes, suddenly filled with a darkness I hadn’t noticed before. 

Banda is…

The crack of a gunshot ricocheted through the cell block. I leapt out of the way, as did Banda, and I stumbled to the ground with my palms pressed to my ears. The sound burst through my head, echoing and echoing until I realised that my ears were ringing. 

And then I raised my head, finally noticing the pistol in Chishiya’s outstretched hand. 

[aingeal98]

thank you @apokoliptic for tagging me to do a 2024 writing review! I'm too shy to tag anyone but if you see this and want to do it consider this an open invitation!

# of stories posted to AO3: 6, gotta thank stephcass week for most of that drive lmao

word count posted for last year: 115,122

fandoms written for: dc, batgirl specifically

relationships: stephcass! And batfam but mostly stephcass

story with the most kudos, bookmarks, and comment threads: Adventures Through the Looking Glass which makes sense, tis the only multichap fic I started this year.

work you’re most proud of (and why): Razor's Edge! Fluff is my go to for fandom but I really do enjoy working on darker fic, and this one felt risky at times but turned out really satisfying.

work you’re least proud of (and why): Twice Owed and Once Paid, I struggle a lot with shorter fics. Always ends up feeling like I need more impact or powerful lines.

share or describe a favorite review you received: I appreciate every single comment but especially with the bad dad Bruce universe I made, like I've said I was really nervous dabbling with those darker dynamics and every review on all three fics that left their thoughts and opinions and curiosities, I treasure them so much. I don't think I'd have written a sequel to Occam if I hadn't gotten such encouraging comments and I'm so glad I did because I love writing that messed up universe so much

a time when writing was really, really hard: There's a massive gap in the year before stephcass week, I struggled with writing a lot last year and it shows.

a scene or character you wrote that surprised you: It's going to be predictable at this point but all the Cass and Bruce scenes in Razor's Edge lmao. Just thinking in my mind about how fucked up Bruce and Cass's dynamic could get if you dialed all the toxic elements up by a hundred, there were several times where I'd think of something and say shit can I write this? And then I got it into the word doc and it ended up fitting in well. Special shout out to him electrocuting her, that almost didn't make the final cut but I needed something to pack a punch and it worked out.

a favorite excerpt of your writing:

“I know I’m only one person. I know this is a huge risk. But Dick’s not here and Jason is broken and you’re… You’re all the parts that exist in my real sister that I don’t like to think too hard about. I’m not scared of you. I know you could kick my ass, but I’m not. I’m scared for you.”

how did you grow as a writer last year: Range! And also got better at writing quick oneshots as opposed to long multichapters that grew out of control

how do you hope to grow this year: Finish my multichapters. Stick to my schedule more than I did last year.

who or what was your greatest positive influence: Literally everyone who showed even a crumb of interest in my writing it probably shouldn't make up as much of my motivation as it does but to be quite honest the feedback did keep me going!

anything from your real life show up in your writing last year: I read more of Duke's comics and I think it showed when I wrote him compared to the year before. Going off Outsiders and Signal vs that plus his entire introduction and We Are Robin.

any new wisdom you can share with other writers: if you're torn between multiple projects create a schedule. One day to work on x another day to work on y. You can work on y on x days you just have to finish one chapter of x first. I get super indecisive and torn, when I'm trying to write one thing I'm always longing to write five other things. This helped me calm that longing.

any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) this year: casscainweek! Also stephcass week and finishing ALL my ongoing fics. And finishing my original novel. Totally reasonable goals I will definitely accomplish :D

[becauseimswagman1]

What Are We? pt.4

A/N: We was all waiting for it...even me...

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This was the moment you were waiting for. The rom-com movie magic just worked in real life and for you. And you certainly couldn’t believe the man of your literal dreams was teasingly rubbing you through your panties.

Michael was thanking his lucky stars this was happening, you’re the woman he’s been waiting for, for two years.

He was mumbling the most thigh-clenching words in your ear, “You looked so fucking good in that dress earlier. I wanted to have you the moment I saw you in it.”

“Then why didn’t you bend me over and take me?”

He chuckled, “So, that’s what you like, huh?”

You stayed quiet, not wanting to admit that you like it a bit rough in bed. He’ll find that out in due time.

He smirked and chuckled again, applying a bit of pressure while still rubbing you, “Can I taste you, baby?”

He could honestly swallow you whole if he wanted to.

“Yes, please.”

That was all the confirmation he needed to kiss down your body and nip at the band of your panties, “Stop teasing~. Or I will gladly satisfy myself while you watch if you keep on.”

So you’re plenty confident during sexy time? Noted.

“Just wait a second baby. You’ll get all you deserve and more.”

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“Oooh fuck, right there… please, don’t stop.”

You don’t know where Michael learned to do all this shit with his tongue, but fuck were you glad he knew what he was doing.

“Hm? You said don’t stop?” he pulled away, switching from sucking your clit to flicking it at a slow pace with his thumb.

“Want me to make you cum, baby?”

You nodded.

“Use your words, baby girl. I wanna hear you release all those beautiful noises when I taste you okay? Let it out.”

He replaced his thumb with his tongue and put two fingers inside you, almost immediately finding that special spot.

You let out a breath, “Michael, faster. Please~”

He listened to you, going faster. Your back arched, the pleasure he was making you feel was too great.

You were getting close, fast. No man had ever made you feel this way before. You clenched around his fingers, signaling that you were almost at your peak.

He put his free hand on your stomach, slightly pressing down on it. You don’t know what it was for, but it made everything more intense.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Mhm, give it to me, baby. Mmm.” he moaned against you, creating a vibrating feeling on your clit.

“Ah, shit. I’m coming, I’m coming!”

He pulled away and quickly rubbed your clit with his thumb while two fingers were still pumping inside of you, “That’s right, baby. Lemme see that pretty pussy cum.”

He gradually slowed down, wanting you to ride out your high as long you can.

“Holy fuck, that felt so good.”

He took his fingers out and cleaned you up with his tongue then got up and took the rest of his clothes off.

“So you just be making girls cum like that all the time?”

He chuckled, “Not even. I haven’t had sex since before I met you.”

Your eyes widened, “What?” you were in disbelief, there’s no way, “Dude, really?”

Michael climbed back on the bed and got in between your legs, “Yeah. I knew I wanted you so I cut all the bullshit out so I could focus on getting you.” He put your legs on his shoulders and leaned over you, holding himself up with one arm, “And you’d think after making you cum, you’d stop calling me dude.”

Giggling, “I will never stop calling you dude or bruh. Even after you dick me down.”

He rubbed his dick up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness, “That’s what I love about you. Never changing,” he slipped the tip in, “even for me… fuuckk…”

“Ooh, shit, it’s, uh, been a while for me too.”

He pushed in further, “It has? Take a deep breath for me, then, baby. It’ll get easier.”

You did as told and Michael being the sneaky bastard he is pushed the rest in.

He paused for a second, “Oh fuck.”

“Shit,” you adjusted after a moment, “You can move now Michael.”

He cleared his throat, “If I move, I’ll cum. I need a minute.”

You couldn’t help but let out a little giggle. “There’s no way you’re laughing and my dick is inside of you right now.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “My bad your shortcomings are coming into play.”

He pecked your lips, “You’re gonna regret saying that.”

With that statement, he started thrusting into you. Starting with slow, but deep strokes. Letting you feel him before he essentially fucks your entire world up with one fuck session.

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He said you were gonna regret saying that dumb shit and regret it you did.

Michael had your legs pushed together above his head, holding your ankles together with his hands, pounding the shit outta you.

“Oh fuck~...” You were surprised you could even get words out, no matter how short and sporadic they may be. He was fucking you so good. You can’t believe this is what you’d been missing out on.

“You feel me deep, baby? Hm? Answer me.” He gave you a moment to answer but was only met with senseless moaning and rambling. He let go of your legs with one hand, the other still holding your ankles, and smacked your ass, “Answer me.”

“Yes! Yes, you’re so fucking deep!”

“That’s my good girl.”

He let go of your legs for real this time then turned you onto your stomach. He pulled you up to your knees and entered you smoothly once more.

He gripped your waist and gave it to you just right. Michael thrust in you at a fast pace, hitting your spot nearly every time.

“You feel so good, baby. You hear that? All that noise she’s making for me?”

You could barely hold yourself up with your arms, so you buried your face into the pillows, but Michael wasn’t having that.

“And don’t go quiet now. I wanna hear every single little noise you make.” he gripped your shoulder and pulled you up so your back touched his chest and whispered in your ear, “Let them noises out, my love.”

The same hand that gripped your shoulder reached down and started to rub your clit and the other wrapped around your neck.

You clenched around him at the feeling of the hand on your neck. “You like my hand on your neck? Want me to choke my pretty baby?”

You couldn’t answer him, you were on the edge.

“Shiiit~ just like that Michael. Please please don’t stop. I’m so close.” “Again baby? You gonna cum for me again?” he rubbed your clit faster, “Come on. Let go, baby. Be my good girl and cum.”

The second orgasm felt harder and longer than the first. It was so intense that you collapsed onto the bed.

He leaned down, moved your hair off your forehead, then kissed it, “I’m not done with you.”

He chuckled at your sound of whining when he rolled you onto your back.

“I wanna see that pretty face when I cum.”

He got in between your legs and wrapped your legs around his waist then entered you again.

He laid on top of you, practically crushing you with his body, but it was comforting. You wrapped your arms around him, switching between his shoulders and back.

He started moving inside you, “I love you so much. I can’t put it into words just how much.”

Michael was having a hard time trying to make this last. All the emotions he had been trying to keep at bay were finally showing up.

His thrusts were long and deep, he was hitting your spot every single time.

The grip you had on him was getting tighter by the second, “Michael… please.”

Everything he had to say was right in your ear, “Please what, love?”

It’s like he could read your mind, “Want me to make you cum again? I can tell you’re close already. Let go whenever I’m right behind you.”

He started kissing your neck, going a little faster. It was just what you needed to come again. This time you were spent. You had tears in your eyes.

The sight of you coming undone for a third time had Michael right there, “Ooh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

You rubbed his back and looked into his eyes with your teary ones, “Please cum for me, Michael.”

“Mm fuck fuck fuck. I’m coming.” he sat up and pulled out, stroking himself to completion, releasing on your stomach.

He laid beside you, facing you, staring at you for a minute, “You’re the woman of my dreams truly.”

As much as you wanted to say something cute back you had to get this off your chest, “Your cum face is really hot.”

The two of you burst out laughing.

“You could’ve said something sweet back! You jumped right into that nasty shit.”

“Shut uppp. I had to say it. It was really hot. Now say thank you.”

He rolled his eyes at you, “Thank you, my gorgeous gorgeous girl.”

You yawned, super tired after the strenuous activities, “Is my baby tired?”

You sat up, trying to get up but your legs were protesting, “Yes she is but she has to get cleaned up.”

Michael pushed you back down and brought you into his chest, “I’ll clean us up later. You get some sleep.”

You were too tired to fight him, “Fine. I love you, Michael. More than words can express.”

He kissed your forehead, “I love you too.”

As you drifted to sleep, he stared at you for a little bit. Truly wanting your face to be the last thing he looks at before he goes to bed.

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[strawbubbysugar]

Oh….. I just realized why I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about the ending

I knew I didn’t think the ending was bad and I found it interesting and enjoyed it but I just wasn’t sure how it was making me feel

How even though I knew it made me feel sad I didn’t cry yet it hurt my heart

Now I know why it hurt, I hadn’t cried originally because I hadn’t realized why it was making my heart hurt so

It’s because of how Sun and Moon went. Still there but not, there yet unreachable

It’s because in the last moments they were separate before Eclipse it was so clear how much pain they were in. The virus was destroying them, killing them, changing them, slowly, swiftly, painfully

Y/N originally tried to stop the reboot because they didn’t want to lose them, for them to forget, to be alone.

Yet they saw how it was changing and killing them and they let the reboot happen, even while knowing it meant that they may never see their Sun and Moon again, that they could very well lose them forever, yet the pain of potentially losing them was overpowered by the pain they felt by letting them continue and suffer as they were, being destroyed by the virus

Even though it hurt Y/N so much they couldn’t let them continue to suffer

In a way they did lose Sun and Moon. It won’t ever be the same, they lost the Sun and Moon they once knew and even though they still have Eclipse it’ll never quite be the same.

Of course Y/N still loves Eclipse, they’re still their soulmate and they will still love them as they are still Sun and Moon as well, but at the same time it just isn’t the same, in a way they lost the people they had made so many precious memories with and that they had so many plans for.

Even with Eclipse it’ll still hurt. And while the lose will never quite heal, it’ll scar over and they’ll create new memories and moments to help heal the hurt and to enjoy and love with their soulmate

Gah sorry bout the ramble, once I realized it I just felt like I needed to share. It hurts my heart so much because it hits so so close to home.

Wounds scarred over yet still healing brought to attention once again. Now that I know why it hurts my heart so much and I am now ugly crying, sobbing, bawling at 2am ish ;-;

Though it hurts I love this ending. It shows so well that while plans might go awry and it can hurt that the pain can be moved past and good can come after the hurt

While it’s fun to think of all the different ways this could’ve ended I’m glad we got this ending

Hurts enough to get them feel yet still get the comfort for a satisfying ending

Love this fic, love this fic so so so much

Probably some of the only writing to make me feel so much, maybe the writing that’s made me feel the most

Such such such good writing, can’t wait to see what else you write and I am absolutely gonna read So(u)l again especially after we get the other lil so(u)l fic bits

Thank you so much for making such and absolutely top tier fic/story <3333333

pt 1 of this ask ^

sorry for keeping this in my inbox for so long, I just adored it and wanted to give it the time it deserved!

this is a beautifully written analysis of the ending of so(u)l, and I adore you for writing it and for always being such a big supporter of my work <3

EVERYONE PLEASE READ THIS IF YOUVE FINISHED SO(U)L

[ineffableandco]

✨Good Omens 2 Review✨

There’s so much to say I don’t really know where to start. After watching it I feel utterly and deeply satisfied. I expected this season to be great and I’m not disappointed. It goes beyond my wildest dreams. It’s just perfect. The cinematography, the music, the acting, the writing, everything is just top class. There’s drama, comedy, epic and it all blends in together very harmoniously to create a brilliant piece of television.

I remember being super excited when S2 was announced and when we got the first on set photos but it was nothing compared to the immense joy I felt when I saw my favourite angel and demon back on my screen. It was like meeting up with friends after a long time, it felt just right, like coming home.

I really love how vibrant the colours are this season, I find it extremely pleasing aesthetically speaking. I love that we get to see more of street where the bookshop is and simply more of the bookshop itself. And I’m sure there’s more to reveal. A round of applause for the people who worked hard to build all the various locations in a studio!

Regarding the story itself, I love how it is written and how it unfolds. It is very much about Crowley and Aziraphale but the other characters really have the opportunity to shine no matter the amount of screen time they have. One of my favourite things about S1 was the cold open in episode 3 so I’m thrilled that we get that in S2 with the minisodes. They were brilliant so a big shoutout to the talented people who wrote them!

Now about the characters, can we talk about how fucking amazing they are? I’ll start with Miranda Richardson’s Shax. I LOVE her, a perfect mix of comedy and badass. It’s in tune with Madame Tracy, her character from S1, despite them being two different characters.

In the “returning actor, different character” category Nina and Maggie are just fabulous, I just love them. I really love the wonderful dynamic the characters and actresses have.

As for the new characters, especially Mrs. Sandwich, Mr. Brown, and Pat, they may not have had that much screen time but they were just brilliant and really funny. Still in the new characters category, I am very fond of Muriel and Saraqael. Muriel because they’re the sweetest cupcake ever and Saraqael because the sass is incredible. So a big shoutout to these two wonderful actresses! And also a big shoutout to Shelley Conn for nailing the role of Beelzebub.

Now Crowley and Aziraphale, I didn’t think I could love those two idiots more than I already do but obviously I was wrong. And if anyone needed any more evidence that David Tennant and Michael Sheen are perfect for the roles then they should watch S2. I love how noticeable yet still subtle the changes in the characters and their relationship are. It’s just a natural progression. David and Michael already had incredible chemistry in S1 but in S2 it’s even more remarkable. Their off-screen friendship shines through and greatly contributes to making the connection between their characters even more genuine and believable. (I’ll write more about them/my theories later).

Now I’d like to quickly talk about two of my favourite things this season: the opening scene and episode 3.

That opening scene was everything. I didn’t expect to see Angel Crowley but what a delightful surprise! I cried because he’s just gorgeous and innocent. The pure delight and excitement he feels about creating stars is just so precious. I’m glad we got to see it and I really hope we’ll get to see more eventually.

Now episode 3 was just hilarious. The bits in Edinburgh had me in stitches. I’m beyond thrilled that David Tennant got to use his Scottish accent, it was music to my ears. And Crowley was just peak comedy. One of my favourite little details in that episode is the change in the telephone wallpaper, switching from the Union Jack to the Scottish flag. I see what you did there 👀🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Overall, my mind is blown and my heart is half in pieces and half holding on as best as it can. This new season is a little gem. I laughed and I cried but overall my heart was filled with joy because I got to see my favourite characters again. I wasn’t worried about what this new season would be like but I’m still really pleased to see that it’s Good Omens at heart. And I’m sure Terry would love it. It is truly a labour of love. Made by people who love the story and characters for people who love them just as equally. But also people who love their craft and love to share it with people who are just as eager as them. There are so many details that are so meaningful. And the Easter eggs, I spotted a few of them and I know there are more for me to discover. I also want to give a big shoutout to the costume department who made the wonderful costumes they are truly marvellous. A round of applause to Peter Anderson Studios for their wonderful designs. And also a special mention to David Arnold and his team for the delightful music. The theme variation for the end titles of episode 3 have special place in my heart. Bless me bagpipes it was glorious!

And finally a heartfelt thank you from the bottom of my heart to the wonderful people who made it all happen. Lots of love and gratitude from me. ♥️

@goodomensonprime @neil-gaiman