#but if your gut reaction to someone liking it is to immediately jump in with the

[cloudd-nyne]

I feel dumb getting anxious whenever i wanna make a playlist to share or being asked about my music taste like no i will not share unless everyone gets real cool about some stuff really fast thanks bye

[athenasilver7]

Could I request ohshc x reader headcannons (separately) where reader is being bullied and goes to them?

OHSHC (separately) x GN Reader

💙 Hikaru 💙

When you come to him crying about being bullied, he just about snaps.

When you tell him it’s been happening for months? He almost loses his damn mind.

“What do you mean ‘months’?! Why didn’t you come to me sooner?!?” He grips at your shoulders a little to hard.

Yeah, he flips out. Not his best moment, nor is it the best reaction to be having right now.

He feels so fucking bad when your crying increases, no thanks to him, obviously.

Hikaru takes a deep breath and calms down. He starts soothing you, holding you in his arm and rubbing your back, mutter a few apologies to you.

When you finally relax and are able to tell him all the details, well… let’s just say he makes a few calls.

Unfortunately, your bully stays at Ouran. So naturally Hikaru takes things into his own hands.

He starts pulling restless pranks on your bully until they get fed up and transfer.

🤍 Tamaki 🤍

Tamaki eventually catches you crying to yourself one day in the gardens. He’s obviously worried and rushes over to you and asked what’s wrong.

All you can manage to sob out is, “I-I’m getting b-bullied…”

……

………….

He holds you tightly in a protective embrace, stroking your hair to soothe you as you cry against his chest.

He’s… quiet. Very quiet.

Tamaki waits patiently until you’re able to collect yourself. He caresses you cheek with a frown.

“My dear… Who is it? Who’s doing this to you?” His tone is low and his voice wavers as he talks.

You tell him who’s been bullying you.

He spends a few days conversing with your bully, trying to talk them in to changing their habits.

If you bully changes their ways, good. Tamaki won’t care for them, obviously, but he’s at least glad they’ve become a better person. And Tamaki will be practically glued to your side so this doesn’t happen again.

If your bully doesn’t change their ways, Tamaki will jump though hoops of several shenanigans to get them to stop and keep them away from you. If all that fails, he’ll reluctantly get his father to kick them out of the school. Ouran is no place for bullying, after all.

❤️ Haruhi ❤️

Well… that’s just not acceptable.

Haruhi, calmly, goes up to your bully and confronts them on their behaviour.

She’s unaware, but as she’s confronting them she’s roasting the hell out of them.

“I don’t know, bullying just seems like your lacking a hobby or something.” Her deadpan voice just makes the whole thing that much better.

Your bully scoffs and doesn’t let up as they continue to bully you the upcoming days.

Haruhi eventually snaps when she witnesses your bully trying to shove you into the fountain.

“Hey! Knock it off! Seriously, how childish do you have to be? Listen, clearly you have something going on in your personal life, and I’m sorry, but that’s no excuse to be taking it out on someone else. And if there isn’t anything personal going on in you life, then just screw off or else I’m telling the chairman!”

Your bully is baffled at Fujioka’s anger and backs off pretty quickly after that. Your bully even starts avoiding you in the hallways, keeping their distance. Haruhi just glares aggressively at them every time she sees them.

💗 Honey 💗

Tired from the constant bullying, you eventually spill your guts to him, bawling as you do so.

Honey is taken aback, but still obviously very concerned. And mad. Not mad at you, heavens no. Mad at your bully.

Granted, he maintains a calm composure on the outside to calm you.

He calms you by patting your head and whispering compliments to you, assuring you that the insults your bully throws at you aren’t true at all.

He offers you desserts and milk. You don’t want deserts? That’s fine, what do you want? You’re nuts if you think he won’t get you a crate of your comfort food.

The next day at school, all Honey has to do is walk up your bully, and your bully is immediately shaking.

Dude… Honey is practically a human weapon. Who wouldn’t be shitting bricks?

The glare on Honey’s face is not helping in the slightest.

Your bully is quick to run away, and transfers out of Ouran immediately.

🧡 Kaoru 🧡

Oh, sweetness… come here.

Lanky arms and legs wrap around you sloth-style.

He doesn’t know why you’re crying. He doesn’t need to know. He just knows that right now you need comfort, and he’s more than willing to give it to you.

I presses gentle kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “Shh, shh, shh… You’re okay. You can tell me anything.” He whispers.

And tell him you do.

He’s frozen for a moment.

He collects himself and goes back to comforting you, telling you how brave and strong you are, and that you should come to him sooner when you’re in trouble.

The next day, much like what Hikaru would do, Kaoru restlessly pranks your bully until they transfer out of Ouran.

Kaoru may be sweet and nice, but he’ll be damned if someone he loves is hurt and he doesn’t do anything about it.

🖤 Mori 🖤

You’re reluctant to tell him for a very long time. Mori is just so calm and tough, a-and… and you’re not. You don’t want to feel like you’re burdening him or relying on him, so… you bite your tongue and deal with it.

Mori, ever the observant one, is quick to notice your change in behaviour the past few weeks.

“Y/N.”

You startle as Mori’s deep voice breaks through the silence.

“…Yeah?” You slowly turn to face him, acting casual.

“What’s wrong.”

You don’t know how, but he managed to phrase that like it wasn’t even a question, he’s telling you to tell him what’s wrong.

You avert your gaze awkwardly and eventually spill the beans.

Mori listens intently, and when you’re done he hums and nods. He gestures you over to him and wraps a protective arm around you, rubbing your back and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

The next day at school Mori, calmly, punches the wall next your bully and glares down at them. “…Y/N.” He says.

Your bully looks up at Mori with wide eyes, visibly shaking. “Y-Y/N?” Your bully asks, confused.

Mori nods, leaning down face to face with your bully. “Leave them alone.” He demands lowly.

Your bully scrambles a nod and hastily dashes down the hall. Your bully sure as hell never bothers you again after that.

💜 Kyoya 💜

Now, he’s quick to notice.

Although, he feels like an idiot for not noticing the first few days it started happening. But as the days went on, your facade slowly fell, and he quickly pieced everything together from there.

“…Y/N, is there anything you would like to tell me?” He asks casually, scribbling something down in his notebook, his tone implying that you will tell him something.

“…No.” You mutter.

Kyoya sigh and pushes up his glasses. “Are you certain?” He asks again, a twinge annoyed.

You fidget with your sleeves for a bit before telling him everything about the bullying.

That’s all he needed to hear. He wanted to know just how bad the bullying is from your end.

At that, your bully just ‘mysteriously’ disappears after that day.

You squint at Kyoya suspiciously after a month of your bully not being at school.

“…Did you kill them?” I ask Kyoya with wide, accusing eyes.

He huffs in frustration and places down his pen. “No. They just decided to transfer.”

“…Because you threatened them.” You accuse.

Kyoya merely sighs.

OHSHC Masterlist

[ellenhghg]

I hope its alright to request something? But hear me out!! Reader has a secret pole in her room at the ShinRa HQ (she can be a SOLDIER, Ancient or whatever) and also a honeybee costume. Well one day she finds herself stuck to the pole with handcuffs behind her and calls either Cloud or Sephiroth (you choose who you like to write for) to help her. Like what would be their reaction to the call? Btw I really love how accurate you write all of them I am soooo starved for more!!!!!! <3333

Yess keep requesting away! I wrote one for Cloud and Sephiroth since this was really fun to write. I really hope you like it! Also everything between «» are thoughts, thought that would be a cute touch. And Pre Nibelheim Thank you soo much for your love!! ♥♥

♡‧₊˚ Cloud: Cloud blinks as his PHS buzzes insistently, the ringtone he chose for you blaring tinny and shrill in the locker room. He fumbles for the device, nearly dropping it in his haste.

«The hell…? Y/N never calls me unless it's an emergency… or she's tryin' to rope me into another one of her crazy schemes.»

Dread pooling in his gut, Cloud flips open the PHS, bracing himself for the worst.

"Hello? Y/N, what's—"

"CLOUD! THANK GAIA!"

Cloud winces, yanking the PHS away from his ear as your panicked shout nearly bursts his enhanced eardrums. His brow furrows, a spike of worry lancing through him at the barely-restrained hysteria in your voice.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"NO I'M NOT OKAY!"

There's a scuffling sound, followed by a metallic clang and a string of muffled curses. Cloud's eyes widen, his mind immediately jumping to the worst case scenario.

"Are you under attack?! Where are you?! I swear to Shiva, if someone's hurt you, I'll—"

"What? NO! No no no, nothing like that!"

Your voice is strained, tinged with embarrassment and a hint of… is that laughter? Cloud blinks, confusion momentarily overriding his panic.

"…Okay, so what's with the screaming? You nearly gave me a heart attack, woman!"

"Sorry, sorry! I just… Gaia, this is so embarrassing…"

You take a deep breath, the sound crackling down the line. When you speak again, your voice is small, almost sheepish.

"I, uh… I might have gotten myself into a bit of a situation. With the, um… the pole in my room."

Cloud's brain stalls, trying to process this new information. Pole? What pole? Why would you have a—

Oh. OH.

Suddenly, the pieces click into place - the Honeybee Inn costume he'd glimpsed in your closet, the way you'd been humming those catchy burlesque tunes under your breath, the mysterious 'dance lessons' you'd been sneaking off to for weeks…

«Sweet Shiva on a stick. She's been learning to pole dance. POLE DANCE.»

Cloud's face flushes bright red, a strangled noise escaping his throat. He clears it hastily, trying to will away the sudden rush of blood to his… ahem, nether regions.

"You, uh… You got stuck? On the pole?"

He cringes at the way his voice cracks, high and thready with barely-restrained panic. Gaia, could this BE any more awkward?!

"…Maybe? I mean, definitely. Definitely stuck. Very stuck."

Your voice is a mortified whimper, muffled like you've got your face buried in your hands… or the crook of your elbow, if Cloud's mental image is accurate.

«Okay, Strife, keep it together. Y/N needs your help, not your horny teenage daydreams! Focus!»

Taking a deep, calming breath, Cloud forces himself to think past the haze of embarrassment and… other feelings he's not quite ready to examine.

"Alright, just… hang tight, okay? I'll be there in five. Don't move!"

A beat of silence, then a snort.

"…Really, Cloud? 'Don't move'? I'm literally stuck to a pole!"

"You know what I mean!"

Face burning, Cloud snaps the PHS shut, already moving towards the door. He pointedly ignores Zack's raised eyebrow and knowing grin, shouldering past his friend with a growled "Not a word, Fair. Not. A. Word."

He's out the door and halfway down the hall before Zack can even open his mouth, enhanced speed carrying him towards your room in record time.

«Hang on, Y/N. I'm comin'. Just… try not to do anything else stupid 'til I get there, alright?»

And if his mind happens to conjure up a few tantalizing images of the predicament he might find you in, well… he's only human, right? Er, SOLDIER. Whatever.

«Gaia help me, I am so screwed…»

♡‧₊˚ Sephiroth: The harsh buzzing of his PHS jolts Sephiroth out of his paperwork-induced trance. He frowns, glancing at the caller ID with a mix of annoyance and trepidation.

«Y/N? She never calls me directly unless it's an emergency…»

Suppressing a sigh, he flips open the device, bracing himself for whatever chaos you've managed to stir up this time.

"Y/N. To what do I owe the—"

"SEPH! THANK GAIA YOU PICKED UP!"

Sephiroth winces, pulling the PHS away from his ear as your panicked shout threatens to rupture his enhanced eardrums. His brow furrows, a spike of concern lancing through him at the barely-restrained hysteria in your voice.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"NO! No I'm not alright! I'm— Gaia, this is so embarrassing…"

You trail off, a muffled thump and clatter echoing down the line. Sephiroth's grip tightens on the PHS, his mind already conjuring worst-case scenarios.

"Are you in danger? Do you need backup? Give me your location and I'll—"

"What? NO! No no no, nothing like that! I just… ugh, I can't believe I'm about to say this…"

You take a deep breath, the sound crackling through the speaker. When you speak again, your voice is small, tinged with mortification.

"I'm stuck."

Sephiroth blinks, certain he must have misheard. "…Stuck."

"Yes! Stuck! As in, I physically cannot move from my current position!"

"…I see. And what, pray tell, is your current position?"

There's a long, telling silence. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper:

"…I'm handcuffed to my pole dancing pole. In my Honeybee Inn costume."

For a moment, Sephiroth's brain short-circuits, unable to process this new information. You… pole dancing… Honeybee Inn costume… handcuffs…

«…I don't get paid enough for this.»

Closing his eyes, he pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling a migraine coming on. Of all the ridiculous, irresponsible things to do…

"Let me get this straight," he says slowly, enunciating each word with careful precision. "You, in all your infinite wisdom, decided it would be a good idea to play dress-up as a Honeybee girl and practice your, ahem, 'dance moves'… and somehow managed to get yourself handcuffed to your own pole. Is that about right?"

"…Maybe?"

Sephiroth sighs, long and deep, the sound reverberating through the phone line. "…Dare I ask how you even acquired a pole dancing pole in the first place?"

"I thought it would be a fun workout!"

He can practically HEAR the pout in your voice, the unspoken plea for understanding. It takes every ounce of his SOLDIER discipline not to bang his head against the desk.

«Gaia grant me strength… and a bottle of Junon's finest whiskey.»

With a herculean effort, Sephiroth forces down the urge to lecture, keeping his voice carefully neutral as he speaks.

"I see. And the handcuffs?"

"…I thought they'd add a little extra challenge?"

«Of course you did. Why am I even surprised at this point?»

Sephiroth drags a hand down his face, silently counting backwards from ten in every language he knows. It's a technique Genesis taught him, back in their early days as SOLDIERs.

«One day, that man's questionable 'stress relief' methods might actually come in handy. Miracles do happen, I suppose.»

"Alright," he says at last, resigned to his fate as your perpetual rescuer. "I assume you called me because you need assistance extricating yourself from this… predicament?"

"Yes please! I tried calling Cloud but he's not picking up and I'm starting to lose feeling in my—"

"Y/N."

He cuts you off before you can finish that thought, a muscle ticking in his jaw. The absolute LAST mental image he needs right now is Strife ogling your half-naked form.

Shoving down the irrational surge of overprotectiveness (and the FAR more disturbing flicker of jealousy), Sephiroth forces his voice into some semblance of calm professionalism.

"I'll be there shortly. Just… try not to make the situation any worse in the meantime."

"…How could it POSSIBLY get any wor—"

"Don't. Tempt. Fate."

He snaps the PHS shut before you can respond, already rising from his desk with a bone-deep weariness. The stack of reports will have to wait. He has a certain someone to rescue… again.

«The things I do for you, I swear… You're going to be the death of me one day.»

But even as the thought crosses his mind, Sephiroth can't quite suppress the tiny, traitorous spark of warmth in his chest. Exasperating as you may be, you're still the closest thing he has to family.

«And family looks out for each other… even when one of them is an absolute disaster of a human being.»

With a rueful shake of his head, Sephiroth strides out of his office, already mentally cataloguing the fastest route to your quarters. With any luck, he can have you untangled and decent before anyone else catches wind of this latest misadventure.

But he'll weather it, like he always does. Because that's what you do for the people you love… even when they drive you absolutely insane.

For now, he has a damsel in (self-inflicted) distress to save

[lycandrophile]

god, stuff like this is such a punch to the gut. i usually don’t feel that emotionally affected by comments like this other than being angry at them, but it’s so different when it’s someone i genuinely really respect, who seems to be very conscious of these things, who’s making a point of being a vocal ally, and they still just don’t see how people really treat us.

so much of the current legislation against trans healthcare (i would argue the vast majority of it, if not literally all of it) is founded upon denial of our bodily autonomy and fearmongering about our transitions. people call us predators and abusers for having and feeding our children. a huge number of people pretty recently jumped on a singular incidence of violence as “proof” that testosterone turns us all into evil monsters. people talk about how we’re stealing our bodies from them and say that if they could just grope us or have sex with us, we’d see that we’re really women. we ask for something as simple as the use of language that includes us so that we can better access the healthcare we need, and even that is asking too much.

but sure, people don’t really have a problem with us being men, so everyone can just stop bothering with affirming that we are who we say we are because clearly people are already on board with that idea, right?

and of course, it’s upsetting on a personal (one might say parasocial) level because it just sucks to see someone you respect openly state that they don’t think the things happening to your community are really happening. that was the initial reaction i had — i know this is one person, a fallible person, who i have no true relationship with, but it still feels like a betrayal of some sort to read that.

the thing that really gets me, though, is that there are a lot of people who trust him (whether rightly or not) to be a good source of info, and a lot of those people are going to see this and just take it at face value. they’re not going to look into it, they’re just going to accept that people really don’t have a problem with us and they’re going to feel empowered to look the other way when we’re under attack. i’m sure he wouldn’t want people to take the things he says at face value without fact-checking them, but the fact remains that most people will do just that and will proceed to not give a shit about us because they don’t think they have to.

it’s one thing to see this coming from some random person. it’s another entirely when it’s someone you already liked and respected, and who has a large audience who are likely to trust the things they say.

and it just…would’ve been so easy to not say it, to just say “they’re men!” and let that message stand without immediately undermining its importance.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton and S/O are holding hands as they make their way through a haunted mansion attraction. Suddenly, the skeleton feels someone else take his other hand. When he looks up, a creepy clown smiles at him with all his pointy teeth. Reaction?

Undertale Sans - You never heard Sans hiss before. Actually, you never thought he could even make this sound. Sans actually got jump scared, hissed at the guy, and teleported a few meters ahead to protect himself. He's not that scared of haunted houses, but that guy got him good. He chuckles afterwards though, amused. It's rare to catch him off guard so great job dude.

Undertale Papyrus - He screams at the top of his lungs, making Undyne panic and throw spears everywhere around her. Alphys immediately ran to hide behind his S/O. After that little accident, Papyrus turns bright red, embarrassed. You didn't see anything, he doesn't want to hear a word out of your mouth.

Underswap Sans - He smirks at the clown, not scared at all, and keeps holding his hand, not caring. No, instead he tells you that you have a guest. You turn around, scream and start to run for your life. Blue is very amused right now. He's also really tempted to hide to scare the hell out of you when you come to search for him.

Underswap Papyrus - He looks at the clown in pure terror. His mind freezes and you have to run to catch him as he passes out in your arms. Yeah. Bringing Honey and his fainting troubles into a house where everything can make him faint is not a good idea. His service dog is growling at the clown, angry.

Underfell Sans - He instantly forgets his promise of the month to not swear in October and starts screaming insults and curses at the clown. You can tell he's not that proud though. He's all puffed out, trying to look big and scary. He didn't like that. He's jumpy at any sound after that.

Underfell Papyrus - He punches the clown in the gut and ends him with a good hit in the nuts with his knee. You stare in complete silence, a bit in shock. He's actually a little shocked himself. He didn't expect that hellish creature to touch him. Hum... He whispers-asks you if he should hide the body even though the poor actor is still conscious, crying on the floor.

Horrortale Sans - Terrible idea. A loud aggressive growl escapes his throat as he pushes the clown on the floor with all his force. He teleports his huge axe to him and you just have the time to stop his gesture before he attacks. Oak is badly triggered, and you decide it's best to get out of here. He hates people touching him by surprise.

Horrortale Papyrus - Willow looks at the clown holding his hand, feeling terribly awkward. He saw him come actually, and cringed so hard when he randomly took his hand. That's a solid minute they're just watching the other in the eyes now. Could you... Let go of him? Please? You can see he's not scared right?

Swapfell Sans - That's his limit. Nox screams, throws a bunch of bones everywhere, pushes you on the floor so the clown eats you to gain time, and runs for his life, straight to the exit, never turning back. You find him later hiding in the bushes, waiting for you. What? Don't be mad at him, that's your fault! You dragged him into this horrible place. You know he hates supernatural things!

Swapfell Papyrus - Ok, Rus might have panicked and teleported home... with the clown. Well, that's awkward. Now that there's light, Rus thinks the clown is not so scary after all. The clown on the other hand is completely freaking out now, screaming in fear because Rus kidnapped him and banging on the door to escape him. How the tables turn after all... Rus smirks. He thinks he's going to torture him a few more minutes before taking him back to the haunted house.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He looks at the clown. Then he looks at you. ... Sorry, is he supposed to be scared? Because he's not. He thinks that's really cringe actually and just gives the clown a judgmental look. He wants them to understand they're pathetic and to give up their action now. The clown actually looks down, apologizes to him, and leaves. Wine's S/O is not sure what just happened. But that happened.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He looks at the clown, screams, and jumps on your back to hug you, whining in terror. You have to run out of the room, Coffee kicking you in the ribs like a rodeo horse to run faster and screaming in fear, holding to you like a koala.

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

Nu carnival kinks ♠️

Mostly just spicy but Karu and Morvay are a bit explicit

Yakumo

Ok ok, hear me out… bondage. He is scared of intimacy and also scared of his own power, so what better way than to symbolically take away his power. He knows if he asks then you'll stop immediately, but something about the soft bindings holding his wrists above his head and having someone else be able to take complete control is very enticing to him. Soft words and firm actions coming from his partner is definitely what he enjoys the most.

Edmond

Praise kink. Both giving and receiving. He's got a need to please and if you whisper how good he makes you feel in his ear he's going to have to struggle not to cum instantly. Even though he loves knowing how good he's doing, he also loves hair pulling. He loves a partner who can be a little dominant, and the feeling of you lacing your fingers through his long hair and giving a slight tug drives him absolutely crazy.

Olivine

He's a masochist. This isn't even a headcanon, it's just canon. He's more of a fan of getting his nipples pinched and choking than he is spanking. There's something exciting about the amount he has to trust somebody to let them do this to him. He also enjoys a fair amount (or unfair amount) of teasing. Really build up his longing before you finally let him do anything about it.

Quincy

Primal play and all the perks that go with it. This includes marking, biting, domination, ECT. He doesn't let himself indulge in his instincts for fear of hurting his partner. Most of the time sex with him is slow, careful, and loving. It will take some work but you can convince him to let out more of his primal side. Despite his fear of losing himself he can still snap back to reality if he thinks he's pushed you too far. It will take a few sessions for him to actually be able to let himself go completely, but when he does he's not going to stop until you are both completely spent.

Kuya

He has a thing for watching you contort in pleasure. The way your eyebrows knit together and your mouth gapes open like a silent prayer because of him. He loves it so much. To get in the mood he loves to watch you play with yourself before he finally jumps in. Bringing a mirror into the bedroom also really gets him going because he can watch you from every angle. He also loves teasing you and may make you watch yourself in the mirror as he fucks you before he lets you cum. Toys and orgasm denial are also huge turn ons for him. Basically he loves to tease you and the more reactions he can pull from you the better.

Blade

Not so much a kink but he loves if you set the mood. He doesn't quite realize that he enjoys being pampered. Soft blankets and fluffy pillows beneath him, the soft glow of lamplight, it all makes him feel loved and that love turns to excitement.

Garu

Not sure if this counts as a kink but he loves when you moan his name. To him it's the sweetest sound in the world and makes him so hard. To him a vocal partner is a happy partner and he loves to make you happy!

Karu

Breeding kink. I still think he's verse so either he wants to fill your guts with his seed or you fill his until it's dripping down his thigh. Just the anticipation of it is enough to make him a bit feral. If that doesn't work for you though he also has a secret soft spot. His ears and tail are extremely sensitive and if you even just brush your hand over his fur he'll just melt. Nip his ears if he denies it and watch how red his face gets

Dante

The idea of getting caught excites him, but not quite to the point of exhibition. This mostly manifests as marking each other. Scratch marks down his back and hickeys on your shoulders and neck. The way you get flustered if anybody asks about the “bug bite” on your neck gets him all sorts of riled up. Same if he notices anybody noticed the scratches on him, his people are smart enough not to mention it but the idea that they know gets him excited. Sometimes he'll make sure to leave the door unlocked just to make you nervous. He knows nobody's going to dare disturb him in the limited down time he gets, but the thought that someone might…

Rei

Dirty talk and overstimulation. Dirty talk is self explanatory, but preferably he wants dirty banter between the two of you. Being honest about every dirty thought that goes through your head. Letting each other peek into the others desires. With the overstimulation, that's for him. He loves the feeling of his orgasm building and denies himself release until he truly can't hold back. This can be a bit frustrating for you if he tops because suddenly he'll just stop moving so he can get down from the edge, but when he does stop he's going to lean in real close and tell you exactly how he's feeling in the filthiest words you have ever heard.

Eiden

Yes. Eiden is well practiced in most kinks, and so far he hasn't found one he didn't enjoy at least a little. Being a switch also gives him opportunities to try more things. His only real turn off is when someone is being genuinely mean. Teasing and finding his partners' limits are both big turn ons for him though.

Aster

Unpopular opinion but Aster is a dom who loves presentation. Get into something skimpy with barely a gift ribbon covering your crotch, and sit on the bed ready and waiting for him. Maybe throw some rose petals around to help the mood. Aster lives for pageantry, and loves having you completely willing and eager for his touch. The sense of ego it gives him is unmatched.

Morvay

Cum play and whatever you enjoy most. He's very adaptable and because of his status as an incubus he gets so much physical pleasure from his partners physical pleasure. He wants your cum on him, he wants it in his mouth, in his ass, anywhere you want. If you let him cum in your mouth he will kiss you just to taste himself on your lips. Any cum that gets on you, whether it's yours or his, he will lick clean. Never wanting to waste a single drop.

[mushroompollution]

Canon Divergence pt 2

part 1

Leo's blood runs cold as he stares up at the man before him. The man whose private office he had infiltrated. Elliot's father. The Great Duke Bernard Nightray.

Behind him stand two of the largest men that Leo has ever seen, each bearing Pandora's insignia on the lapel of their stark, black suit. However, the Duke waves a hand to dismiss them both.

"Watch the door. If my son tries to intervene, you have my permission to restrain him. And if anything should happen to me in here, you are to kill him immediately and blame this servant."

Leo's starry eyes go wide. But somehow, he swallows down his gut reaction to jump right over the large desk between them.

Though their expressions seem unchanging, the two guards share a hesitant glance.

"That is an order."

"he's your son--!!!" Leo protests, only to be silenced by the Duke's raised hand.

"Do not make me repeat myself," The Duke fixes a cold, steady gaze on the young man behind his desk. "Glen Baskerville."

Feeling safe alone with Elliot, Leo had left his glasses behind when he'd gone to snoop. Now, he finds himself unable escape the authorative stare of the Duke Nightray.

He feels so small. So helpless.

So confused.

He doesn't feel like the fabled head of the Baskervilles. He doesn't feel like the cruel mastermind behind the Tragedy of Sablier.

He feels like the little child taken away to an orphanage in a ghost town.

He feels like a wild animal on trial for a crime it can't possibly comprehend.

And he feels those ghosts surrounding him, their judging eyes cast down on him like spotlights.

Slowly, sheepishly, Leo nods.

The guards turn to stand outside the main office, leaving the two alone inside the secret room.

"i don't know what you're talking about," Leo's voice sounds tiny. "i don't know anything about the Baskervilles. i'm just--"

"And here I was told you were clever," Duke Nightray interrupts. "You see the golden lights of Abyss that no one else does. There's no question that you're one of them." The Duke's face changes briefly to a scowl of disgust as he spits that word like it's something rancid.

"I thought by now those voices in your head would have directed you to your purpose. Three Sealing Stones down, yet you still seemed content playing the good little valet, unaware of the great power you hold. But now that you know the truth, we can finally work together."

"i don't want power. i. just want to save Elliot, and those kids--" Leo protests.

"That's the problem with commoners like you. Your world is too small to see the bigger picture before you, and you let your feelings get in the way of success," the Duke chides.

"they're going to die if someone doesn't do something!" Leo gasps. He can feel his rage simmering inside him, but he bites back his volume. He cannot wake Elliot.

"It's unfortunate, but the reality is that there's nothing anyone can do."

"that's a lie," Leo protests. "you could have saved his life if you killed the Chain right away, right?!"

"That Chain is special."

Exactly what those ghosts had said.

But unlike the spirits, the Duke Nightray elaborates.

"Humpty Dumpty distributes the burden of the Seal across many different Contractors. Every one of those seeds planted before Elliot's would need to be culled first. Do you realize how devastating that would be?! We didn't have Raven back then, our family's position within Pandora relied on the research in that facility. We had invested years, millions of dollars, and the shreds of our reputation on that research. All of that would have gone to waste! And what do you think would have happened to all those other Contractors?"

The Duke pauses as he narrows his eyes on Leo. "How many of those children would you want to kill just to save your precious friend?"

Leo feels something horrible and hot bubbling inside his chest. He's quite familiar with rage. This is something different, something unfamiliar. Something more.

This must be hatred, he thinks.

"Elliot is your son."

"And it wasn't a decision that I made lightly. But life is not without great sacrifice." The Duke's gaze is unwavering. "You have the opportunity to see that their sacrifices are not in vain, though."

Leo grits his teeth. His hands clench into fists in his lap. "what do you want from me?"

"Your cooperation," the Duke Nightray says. "If the legends about you are true, then those Baskervilles will have no choice but to obey your every order. I want you to command them to protect this family. Together, we can restore the Nightray name and pride."

"is that really the only thing you care about?!" Leo shouts, unable to hold back his anger any longer. "what happens if i say no?!"

"Then I shoot you dead, here and now. I tell Pandora that you were Glen Baskerville, and the Headhunter as well. Our family takes the credit for catching you, and our honor and reputation will be restored. It's just a shame that I couldn't stop you from striking again, first."

"your family name is so important that you'd kill your actual family to restore it?" Leo growls in disgust. "how does that make any sense?!!!"

"You and I both know you won't say no under those conditions. And you also know that boy. He's dedicated his life to restoring our family's honor since the day he could speak. If Humpty Dumpty would allow him to hold the thought in his head, he would want it this way."

"no he wouldn't!! Leo shouts. "if you actually knew anything about him, you'd know he hates that self-sacrificing bullshit!!"

"I think I should know my own son," the Duke scoffs. "He's far too immature and emotional to ever hope to lead this family, and he can't even bear a proper heir. Dying to restore our reputation and honor was always the greatest way he could ever hope to bring pride to this--"

The Duke's speech is cut short by a sudden rush of wind.

And then, things seem to move in slow motion.

Leo watches in horror as the Duke's head slides forward, clean off his shoulders.

He watches it fall, frame by frame. It hits the ground, leaving a splatter, and a trail of blood as it rolls across the hardwood floor.

Then, the body of the Great Duke Bernard Nightray, Elliot's father, falls to its knees before slumping lifelessly on down to the floor.

A fearsome, skeletal beast in a tattered red robe hovers over the body. The Chain stares down at Leo with its empty eye sockets and gruesome grin. It sports long, twisted horns and wings of sharp bone that come together like the blades of scissors.

"You don't know the very first thing about Elliot."

From behind the awful monster steps a slender man with long blond hair, his mismatched eyes of red and gold narrowed in disgust.

"You scum," Vincent spits at the corpse at his feet.

Leo covers his mouth with both hands, barely containing a horrified scream. Vincent raises his head, and the ice-cold malice in his eyes seems to melt away as they fix on Leo. "You know, I always had a feeling you were something special," he remarks with a gentle smile that makes Leo's hair stand on end. "Master."

Leo can hardly process everything before him.

The Duke Nightray. Dead.

Dead at Vincent's feet.

Killed by the Headhunter.

Vincent is the Headhunter?

And a Baskerville?

Master....?

He feels so helpless. Confused. Frustrated.

Then, he hears the sound of his own name, called faintly from somewhere far outside the secret room. A familiar voice.

The realization makes him gasp.

"those guards are going to--"

"Those guards have already been dealt with." Though his smile doesn't change, Vincent's voice sends a chill down Leo's spine. "Now, we're going to have to get out of here, but you and I need to have a little bit of a chat."

Leo's focus goes quickly from the door, to Vincent.

To the fearsome, skeletal monster looming over him.

To the headless corpse of the Duke Nightray on the ground at his feet.

To his head...

He can barely hear Vincent speaking over the sound of his own pulse pounding in his ears.

he wouldn't.

not Elliot.

After all, he had just defended him.

right?

Leo hears Elliot's voice again, but it isn't calling his name this time. The raw, horrified scream chills Leo to the core and makes his stomach twist with nausea.

As Vincent turns his head toward the open doorway, that monstrous Chain does the same, its sharp teeth curled in a gruesome grin.

And Leo panics.

He dashes forward without thinking, pulling the teleporter device from his pocket as he throws himself into Vincent's back and hooks an arm around the taller man.

There's a flash of light. Then his phone and teleporter both clatter to the floor as Leo and Vincent disappear from the Narrative.

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Okay okay but... can I request one of the boys (preferably Twilight or Time) using a knife to keep the reader in place during sex? There doesn't need to be blood involved. It could even be readers idea. If you're uncomfortable with this I completely understand and respect that!! Thank you!

See, originally, I was kinda like should or should I not with this request, but you were so respectful and polite??? I just had to man.

Anyway, so obviously pay attention to the CW!

Smut, so MDNI 18+.

Smut CW: knife usage, threatens of violence, but none really,

Big Bad Wolf and his Teeth

The fire of danger was something he had always enjoyed toying with.

The lick of the flame and the rush of adrenaline of narrowly avoiding danger? It all was what made him feel so alive. Especially after she left.

She was always an adrenaline junkie in the same vein he was, if not more extreme. He figured it was because it never came at a cost to her. It was always him facing the consequences of whatever plan she had thought up. He was making the once impossible leaps up ice walls or trotting along rain slicked rooftops while she simply got to ride along his back; looking down upon him when he was injured like he was the problem.

It was where the two of you differed so heavily.

You were always right there beside him. Always looking onto the next big thing and wondering how awful the injuries could be should something go wrong. Always. And when push came to shove, you were the one asking to go first (Which he would never allow. He would rather get hurt than risk anything happening to his darling divine.)

When you brought up this idea to him, he almost immediately declined simply because it put you in such a vulnerable position. But you were always aching to be in that position, weren't you? Absolutely yearning to face the razor's edge of death and injury versus life and flourishment. It made you happy. And he loved seeing you so. Seeing your eyes absolutely brighten at the prospect of danger? It made something in him awaken.

He had picked a duller blade, but one no less dangerous, with a thick handle. You had deemed it acceptable before all but jumping him. You knew his every reaction and the way his reflexes worked, watching the blade swing just a bit, the glint of the metal reflecting off your pupils, before stepping away at the last second.

Twilight debated turning the blade on himself for such a reaction. He could've hurt you, did you not see how this was dangerous?! How he could hurt you without even trying? How you would completely and totally helpless under him, relying on him to be the decider of your fate- Oh.

He got it. That was what you liked about it so much. The amount of trust you had to put in him was monumental. And you liked the idea of having someone so much bigger than you, so much stronger than you, in charge of your safety. You like having him above you, threating the very sense of safety he would annihilate himself and others to keep.

It made something in him stir like a wild animal pacing behind a fence.

But, oh, how he adored the sight right now. The image of you on your back below him, neck angled as the silver of the knife glinted under your jawline-- which was littered with bitemarks and hickeys-- was something that would remain imprinted in his head for the rest of his life. You were always beyond celestial, something that made his inner canine howl and pant in joy as the rest of him yearned to just see you smile, but something about seeing you give yourself to him completely had something more burning in his gut.

Something primal.

One of the many, many things he loved about you was the fact that you accepted him, wolfish parts and all. You were understanding when he snarled at squirrels and other little critters in the trees; you were patient when he did a full body scan, walking a tight circle around your body before pulling you into his chest, every time you came back from town; you surrendered when he would pull you into bed after along day, throwing every single blanket the two of you owned into a ring of comfort. Every little thing, you took it with evangelic grace. Nothing he did would phase you, much less make you love him little less,

It was who you were.

You were like a sweet little fox. Timid and skittish, but oh so curious. You would sniff and nose (read; Cautiously offer conversation) at the burly, muscled wolf, hoping and wordlessly praying he wouldn't snap his powerful jaws on your pretty little neck. But he wouldn't. No, instead he would follow your little trances, watching for snares and other laid traps (The devious pests in town that thought they had a chance), disarming them with a careful snarl (And more...extreme methods should they not get the hint) before turning back to his perfect little fox. He would let you jump and burrow wherever your heart desired as long as you came back to him.

He would hate to have to show you his teeth.

He doubted you would even be scared of his teeth anyway, not when you were looking up at him with so much trust despite the fact that he held a blade to your very fragile neck. It would just take one slip, one missed beat, and he would cut into your pretty skin.

All of this while reducing you to nothing but a sniveling, crying mess, begging for his cock.

His hips never lost their momentum, keeping a steady pace as you were pinned with the sharp tip of the blade. It kept his other hand free to roam your body and trail sharpened nails up and down your side, occasionally pushing enough to draw a thin white line along your unblemished skin. Occasionally he would break to draw a pattern of shapes into your clit, feeling you clench as you keened against he blade.

He may not have got it originally, but seeing you now, at his mercy? It made his inner canine bare it's teeth in victory.

He wondered if he could convince you to play the helpless little prey. Let him get the thrill of the chase as he followed your tracks through the forest. Allowed him to use his sense to filter what was uniquely you from the rest of the forest. Watch as he cornered you, leaving no other way out than facing him- -which you both knew how that would end.

Now, that sounded like a great idea.

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Prelims - Propaganda Division - Group 7

Propaganda:

Ash -

"he just has those vibes ya know?"

Charce -

"Has a very hard time understanding the emotions of others along with his own emotions. Others claim that he acts in a very strange way before it's confirmed that most of the things others thought were weird of him were either because it had to do with biology, his special interest, or it was him acting like how he thinks normal people act when he doesn't understand the way neurotypical people act in the slightest."

Setsuna -

"recent scientific developments find that autism might just be stored in the hair."

Nicol -

"A constantly expressionless boy who does not show his feelings, Nicol is quiet and tends to be distrustful. He is fiercely protective of his sister, and though his pretty face makes him popular, he resents that it means that those outside of his friend circle only see him for his looks."

Galo -

"HIS SPECIAL INTEREST LITERALLY HELPED HIM SAVE THE EARTH FROM EXPLODING!!! HE STOPPED MID FIGHT ON TOP OF A BURNING HIGH RISE BUILDING TO SHOW A TRIO OF ARSONISTS A PROJECTOR POWER POINT PRESENTATION OF EDO PERIOD FIREFIGHTING!!!! HE COULDN'T PILOT THE ORIGINAL DESIGN OF A GIANT ROBOT BECAUSE IT DIDN'T LOOK COOL AND HE COULDN'T JIVE WITH IT! AND ON TOP OF EVERYTHING HIS REACTIONS AND MANNERISMS TO FRUSTRATING SITUATIONS (ANGRILY SHAKING HIS HAIR WITH HIS HANDS AND RUNNING OFF IN A SITUATION THAT UPSET HIM IN A MANNER AKIN TO SENSORY OVERLOAD, COMBINED WITH HIM ESCAPING TO A QUIET AND COLD PLACE WITH LITTLE TO NO OUTSIDE STIMULUS TO CHILL OUT) PLUS HIS INCREDIBLY BLUNT WAY OF THINKING AND ODD MANNER IN SOCIAL SITUATIONS!!!!! THIS IS PEAK AUTISM! THE AUTISTIC ANIME BOY WITH A BURNING SOUL!"

Yuuji -

"The entire manga is about the mc moving to a new school and getting helped out by Yugami and then being like 'hey who is that guy' and all her classmates are like 'oh that's Yugami. He sucks.' And then she's like 'oh how sad everyone's bullying this guy :( I bet he's actually rlly nice since he helped me out' and then she tries to interact with him and. No actually he just sucks. The title is a reference to the fact that. He flat out refuses to make friends. People try a lot and he just rejects them. He's the ace of the baseball team but everyone hates his guts, INCLUDING his battery partner, who is just. Totally exasperated all the time. Anyways Yugami has a special interest in rakugou and will just. Recite rakugou. He does it in order to calm himself down during baseball games and everyone's like 'what.' He also jumps interests quite a bit? But every time he gets OBSESSED. There was a period where he was obsessed with building furniture. He cannot read social cues and he does not care. Like at all. He really likes structure! He makes a list every day of all the things he has to do and then checks them off. They have a school festival and he goes to every single exhibit. Just to check them off his list. Not even an actual visit. He pops in and immediately leaves. Someone will talk about some relationship issue and he's like 'just like in [rakugou].'"

Yasutora -

"People think he’s intimidating, but he’s one of the kindest characters in the show! He comes across as having a fairly flat affect with few expressions, and he’s often misinterpreted as being scary by others who don’t know him. He used to be aggressive, but chose to never fight unless protecting someone due to his abuelo’s influence, and I think he’s a low empathy flat affect icon!"

Taiyou -

"He befriends the main character through the power of autism (being completely unaware of the social cues telling him to avoid her and being extremely straightforward when complimenting her). He’s able to inadvertently twist any conversation by misinterpreting what people say, often taking things literally. The idea that someone doesn’t like this girl just Does Not Compute in his head. He’s astoundingly hyperempathetic, just the idea that he may have hurt someone made him burst into tears; and yet he seems to have difficulty reading other people’s emotions. And he has no sense of personal space at all. He’s a sweetheart and he makes up for every shitty “neurotypical person proves how nice they are by befriending the autistic person” trope."

Kai -

"I don’t think I can explain this in a convincing manner, but trust me it makes sense. For an (ex)assassin he is so bad a lying, he brings up details no one was talking about and ends up getting himself into trouble because of it. This is a massive spoiler, but I do think it’s really important to the point; during the first main game the cast are discussing the kitchen incident and whether or not Kai actually threatened Nao, causing her to attack Sou. During which they ask the question why? Why would Kai want Nao to do that, what would he get out of it? They eventually come to the conclusion that it’s because he was trying to steal the computer that Sou had found, and this immediately dooms Kai to his unfortunate fate. But the only reason they are able to get there is because Kai himself says ‘to steal something perhaps?’ when being questioned why he’d have it out for Sou. At that point it’s not even being bad a lying, there was no attempt to lie there he just said what happens in front of everyone and doomed himself. I love him but he’s not always the wisest. There’s something about even the main character thinking openly that he’s a bit weird. One of his first lines after being introduced is him worrying about the laundry he left hanging outside. They’ve been kidnapped and put in a death game and he’s worried about laundry. There something relatable about his limited facial expressions. His face doesn’t really change much unless he’s showing really big emotions, which makes him come across as really aloof and mysterious. The classic ’are you okay? you look sad’ face. Kai also won the most autistic Yttd character - excluding Gin- poll, so there’s that."

Albedo -

"Poor boy does NOT know how to be social with people and spends most of his time drawing stuff on a freezing mountain so he can avoid any kind of social interaction. Also he eats spiders and it's funny."

[tiny-feisty-gay]

I see your a fellow Chaggie shipper. As am I. ANd I've asked other Chaggie shippers on tumblr and I must ask you: What are your FULL thoughts on Charlie learning of Vaggie's secret? From finding out in Heaven to her whole anger/hurt/confusion at Vaggie.

i wasn't ignoring this but i needed a few days to gather my thoughts because i have lots of them

between heaven and the two of them meeting back up with an army/weapons in tow, there's roughly a month's worth of time as far as i've been told/can tell, so i'm going based on that rough timeline

charlie's first reaction, imo, was shock; the way she collapsed and let vaggie shepherd her and guard her isn't the reaction of someone who's immediately jumped to anger/mistrust, it's the reaction of someone whose entire life view has just been altered.

i don't think they ever actually fought about it. gut feeling maybe, but considering what we saw (charlie curled in bed crying, vaggie saying "in our room... alone") and my personal hc that she takes after her dad in times of emotional turmoil by self-isolating and sinking into the depression... i have a feeling they didn't even talk about it for a while.

vaggie might have tried to; we got a glimpse of it right around alastor's deal with charlie. i firmly believe that after it was in the open, she probably did try to explain herself, and charlie was still half-shocked and feeling a bit betrayed and didn't have the brain space to deal with it between the upcoming extermination and knowledge that her loved ones were going to be targeted first. she probably did a ton of soul-searching on her own; remember, charlie is +/- a good few centuries, if not older, so while she's very upbeat and happy, it's not unreasonable to think she's had a good while to practice some emotional maturity. she isn't perfect, obviously, but based on how much she adores vaggie, i think she'd want to know firmly where she stands before they talk things out.

i also think vaggie was terrified the entire time that she'd just fucked up the only genuine, good relationship (romantic or otherwise) that she's ever had. we don't get much backstory on what things were like for her in heaven, but she doesn't seem to have been particularly close to anyone there, and "whatever it takes" sort of reinforces that with her "and it felt so good to be understood / but there's so much i wish that i could say." i think she wanted to tell charlie but she kept putting it off, and the longer she put it off the worst she thought it'd be, until she hit a point where she felt like she couldn't tell charlie because what would charlie think of her after lying to her for three years?

charlie did likely wonder how much of it had been a lie and whether vaggie had ulterior motives, because who wouldn't, but i think she dismissed that pretty fast. especially because there's no way angel and the rest of the crew didn't notice vaggie moping around like a kicked puppy; i'm sure they were equally unhappy with vaggie's lying, but the group sentiment didn't seem anything more than mildly annoyed by it.

she was the most hurt by the fact that vaggie didn't trust her enough to tell her; supported by her conversation with rosie. and that seems pretty fair, imo: vaggie knows how much charlie can forgive, can see the potential for redemption in people, and she's had an up-close view of that in vaggie for the last three years. and charlie trusts (trusted) vaggie wholeheartedly, so the idea of that not being reciprocal hurt her deeply.

i think they tried to talk things out ~a couple weeks in, and vaggie shut down in the middle of the conversation from a mix of trauma and fear that she'd lose charlie; i love vaggie dearly, but she's placed a ton of her self-worth on how useful she is to charlie. she very much believes she's nothing without charlie, because charlie saved her and is a large part of who she's become. there's a little bit of a power imbalance/codependency on vaggie's side, and while i don't think that's insurmountable for them nor do i think the relationship as a whole is unhealthy, that piece of it must have made it absolute torture to be pushed away.

i think she and angel may have had a few late-night conversations actually; they seem like they're on better/friendlier terms just before alastor and charlie make their deal; the whole "you ever think she's sensitive about her lack of wings? ... just like her lack of tits :D" bit struck me a lot more like friendly ribbing/trying to lighten the mood rather than actual malice. angel definitely doesn't have much experience with healthy relationships, but he does have experience with damage control, and i imagine he gave vaggie advice that basically boiled down to don't push, let her come to you, she's really hurt and needs to process. he cares a ton about charlie even if he doesn't show it, but i think he has sort of a begrudging respect/love-hate thing with vaggie lol. especially after the battle-bonding.

their first actual conversation about it was probably after the cannibal town army/weapons stockup before the battle. talking to rosie clearly really helped charlie process things, and i do think it's interesting that as far as we know, she hasn't talked to her father about it; not particularly surprising since their relationship is a bit tenuous, but still interesting, since he would likely have been a good perspective for her to have as a fellow fallen angel (ex-angel? idk if vaggie really counts as fallen). but regardless, rosie helped her a lot and most of her initial betrayal and hurt seems to have fizzled out with just the "why didn't she trust me?" piece left.

that was probably the main thing they talked about. vaggie tells her about what really happened to get her stuck here, and charlie is furious, and that alone probably helps her understand; i'd have trust issues, too, if someone i'd known presumably my whole life ripped off my limbs and cut my eye out. vaggie and charlie had an instant connection, clearly, but she didn't trust charlie enough to tell her initially and then things spiraled out of control. by the time she realized charlie might be okay with her past, she'd already been hiding it so long that it felt like too big a secret to share. and i think some part of her still believed this would be something charlie couldn't forgive.

and my favorite hc: charlie can't forgive it. we don't know how many souls vaggie has fully eradicated, but it has to be in the thousands, at least. lute's kill count from one purge was 275, and adam references vaggie being "one of his top girls." there's also a detail i saw pointed out elsewhere; most of the exorcists have plain black halos, except for lute, whose halo has a white glow as well... and vaggie, whose halo shares the same glow. there's a good chance she was high up in the ranks, possibly third in command -- and possibly quickly closing in on having a higher kill count than lute, which would explain her vitriol and eagerness to get rid of vaggie at the first sign of weakness. but obviously, that's just a headcanon. as is much of the above xD

but back to charlie, i don't think she'd be able to forgive that. the good news is, she doesn't have to. charlie is upbeat and optimistic, but she was raised in hell. she's not naive; she knows the people she wants to save have committed heinous atrocities. the difference is that she believes in change. the vaggie she knows, the one standing in front of her, isn't an exorcist. she's her partner, who while yes, eager to anger and easy to jump to violence, only does so when she or charlie are provoked/threatened. charlie is capable of still being disappointed/devastated by vaggie's past and acknowledging that it's not her present - or future.

one of the things i also think is so important is the battle scene. that was a huge test of charlie's acceptance; seeing her girlfriend step back into that role, that violence, was a big thing, one that nobody would've blamed her for recoiling from. she doesn't. she fights alongside vaggie (albeit... creatively, we'll say) and yes, the exorcists are enemies and she has a long history of reasons to hate them, but even during the battle she doesn't. she's still apologetic and doesn't really want to hurt anyone, just deter them. it takes vaggie telling her to be harsher for her to do it, and she follows vaggie's instruction. this is vaggie's area of expertise, and while she may have learned those skills by butchering Charlie's people, she's repurposed those skills. She's armor, not a weapon; she's violent only to defend, not out of bloodlust.

i think it's really easy to misunderstand charlie's acceptance of vaggie's past as naive or their reconciliation as too soon/too easy, but there's three years of history behind them and charlie actively chooses not to let this new information shatter the foundation they've built together. they're a prime example of the idea that relationships work because you continue to choose that person, to choose to work at it, and while that only works if both sides are willing, for vaggie and charlie, they are.

i do really hope we see vaggie find some self-worth outside of charlie in s2, though. she has so much potential to explore the complexity of her character and i really want to see that. i don't think they're bad for each other, but to some extent... vaggie went from serving one entity (adam) to serving another (charlie) and that level of devotion can be dangerous. charlie is infinitely better than adam, don't get me wrong, but vaggie definitely needs to find purpose beyond being charlie's right hand.

i'm personally hoping for sort of an... exorcist/angel ambassador role for her? something that ties into the hotel but is independent of charlie and something she wants to do. or maybe teaching self-defense/offense to the rest of the group (which she likely did for the battle/army, since she knows better than anyone how the exorcists fight).

honestly i probably have more thoughts than this but i hope you enjoyed my stream of consciousness ramble about Them <3

[idyat]

Didn't post this one to Tumblr. Requested on Wattpad

Them (Hank x Flirty Reader)

Warning: Mild description of gore

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Another day, another massacre. Hank walked out of the building, covered in blood, guts, and maybe one or two bullets lodged in his head. He called H.Q to go pick him up, and waited...

...This gave him time to think a little. Think about the people he killed, new more interesting ways to kill others, his pathetic existence in this infinite universe, that funny cat meme he saw once...

It gave him time to think about his coworkers...

Oh, his coworkers...What fellows they were.

There was Deimos, who he didn't like, Sanford was okay, he had been roommates with 2BDamned for years. He knew all his deepest, darkest secrets at this point.

And then...the last one.

This one was even more interesting than the others. Simply because of the fact that, when other people saw Hank, their first reaction was usually either fear, annoyance, or just nothing really. And yet this person, this one person, thought it would be a good idea to actually try and flirt with what is basically the world's number 1 criminal.

And you would likely think that the killing machine would immediately brutalize anyone that would dare even think of talking to them like that out of existence.

But he didn't.

In fact, a part of them kind of enjoyed the attention actually.

It's not like he wasn't extremely confused and maybe even a little aggressive when it first started, but...it was the first time someone had treated him like that. They always were a loner, rejected by some of his peers at times, and after the boombox park massacre? Oh boy, almost everyone he met after that were either terrified of him, trying to kill him, or both.

So to be treated with such...kindness? Was that the word? It was quite refreshing, to be honest.

He wasn't really shocked when that flirty coworker was in the back of the car that arrived to pick them up, with Deimos in the driver seat.

"Hey Hank!"

Hank replied with a simple wave when he sat next to them. Their eyes suddenly got wide as they looked at him a little closer.

"Holy shit is that a bullet in your head?"

He prodded the wound a little before nodding and speaking out.

"Probably. Pass me some tissues, I'll deal with it."

Contrary to his demand, they started digging for the emergency med kit they always kept in those cars.

"Nope. You're not going around with a goddamn bullet in your pretty face without anyone fixing you up."

Hank stared at them with possibly one of the most judgemental looks he had ever given someone.

"Pretty? Really?"

Despite the sarcastic tone in his voice, they smiled as they got to work on healing that nasty hole in his head, along with the other gashes and burns on the rest of their arms and upper chest area.

"Yup! Pretty."

"Daaamn, you really got some shitty taste there buddy!"

Oh, there was Deimos, making the two others almost jump when reminding them of his existence.

"Oh shut it Deimos, you like Mania."

"Hey! That is Fall Out Boy's best album and you can't concince me otherwise!"

As they continued their playful banter , Hank couldn't help but stare at the person next to him. Was the flirting getting to him? Did they actually manage to do something to him? Did the bullet mess with his brain or something?

For some reason, he just couldn't stop looking at that smile. Replaying that laugh in his head over and over again. Paying so much attention to the way they were placing their hands around his shoulders to wrap bandages around them, rubbing his hands when dissinfecting the cuts...

Why the fuck was he feeling like this all of a sudden?

He thought. Thought of all the times his heart clenched a little bit when they gave him a compliment. Of the times he'd feel embarrassed when they called him a petname in public.

He never asked any questions about it, but right now...

"Hey Hank, are you okay? You're breathing pretty heavily."

He turned his head up when they spoke up, now looking at him with a worried face as they rubbed his freshly bandaged hands. It didn't take long for him to look away though, avoiding showing his face.

When he did that, their expression got even more concerned for a second before widening their eyes when they seemed to have realised something, which finally led to the formation of a cheeky smug smile on their face.

"Ooooh, did I fluster you?"

"No."

They snickered. God that laugh had something special about it.

"Of course, if you say so."

The car brutally stopped all of a sudden, almost making everyone in it fall over if they weren't wearing seatbelts.

"A'right lovebirds, you can do your romantic shit alone now!"

Hank wipped his head around when Deimos said lovebirds. It was so fast and violent they heard an actual crack. Kinda reminds you of how scary the big guy can be, and the death glare didn't quite help.

"Shut."

"Ow! Okay, I was just joking man, it's all in good fun! Yeesh."

As Deimos left, lighting a cigarette with his thumb, and the two others were getting out of the car, Hank's previously flirty teammate spoke with a twinge of what seemed like guilt in their voice.

"Hey...uh...sorry about that."

He turned to them, stopping in his tracks.

"...Why?"

"Oh, well, you seemed pretty mad when Deimos talked about...romance I guess. Like calling us lovebirds and all. I thought I should apologize for...flirting with you that way, you know?"

He suddenly got in face to face with them, looming over with a dark look on his covered face.

"No."

"...Huh...?"

"You're good."

"...I am?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Hank stepped away after they got the hint, and that damned smile that made his insides feel all fuzzy in a way that wasn't from dying and getting ressucitated over and over again came back as they walked along side him to get back to their respective rooms.

"Does that mean you just don't mind or...do you enjoy it?"

"...I don't know what you're talking about."

They laughed.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about Hanky."

His hand came up to cover his face when they said that. He was usually pretty pale, but they swore they saw a hint of red between his mask and his goggles. Although that could very possibly have been a scar or something.

"...Show me a good velma episode and maybe I'll consider telling you."

They laughed even more after that. He didn't quite know how to make a joke without being akward right now, but just the fact that he wanted to try made them understand just how much he prefered them over most people.

"Alright alright then. I'll keep shut."

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[fire-fira]

What scene in all the series broke you? Foe tmnt.

That's a tough one.

Off the top of my head, the one that immediately jumps to my mind is this one from Rise (Anatawa Hitorijanai).

Raph just putting his all into trying to be there for and protect his family and just the way he breaks when he feels like no matter how much he does or how hard he tries it's not enough? Ngl, that hits deep.

For 2012 there are a LOT of moments to choose from (jfc these boys are traumatized), but the way Raph freezes and panics in New Girl In Town due to having the responsibility for Mikey and Donnie's lives (and again, finding that his best isn't "good enough") is just... OW.

Someone give this poor kid a hug. He needs it.

For 2003 I would say all of SAINW, but considering all of us in the fandom know about SAINW I feel like that would be a cop-out. So, side-stepping the easy way out, the ever-infamous pipe scene. Just... this development of Raph's expressions...

...I know a lot of people like to focus on the others' reactions to what happened (particularly Mikey), but on a personal note I get what it's like to have lashed out in a kneejerk response and hurt someone when you firmly believe you should never hurt that person on purpose. (As a kid I used to have a nasty temper which, like Raph, led me to storm away if I was going to explode and was at risk of hurting others. Getting cornered while in that near-berserker state was never a good thing. And then coming to my senses immediately after if I did hurt someone-- rare though it was, thankfully-- it's... I don't think I can adequately convey the gut-churning soul-deep horror of what that's like. So yeah, this whole situation in the 2003 series gives me chills.)

...There's definitely a Raph theme going on here. lol

For the 1987 series it's gotta be the episode Splinter Vanishes, all because Splinter makes the boys split up and have to make their way separately in the world. In the episode there is an explanation for it, but the fact of their family getting shattered... The moment right before they split up...

This is gd heartbreaking. If you want an '87 episode that reminds you of the fractured family vibe and heartbreak of the 2007 movie, then this episode is it-- but in some ways worse. (Don't get me started on the bit where either Mikey or Raph had a brief moment of interacting with Donnie after they separated and it was painfully obvious that they didn't want to separate again but felt they had to. That hurt.)

Soooo yeaaaaahhhh.... ✨Here's some FEELS for your morning.✨

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Pain & Panic - Fireworks Edition

Warnings: triggered PTSD, mentions of war

There was a loud BOOM outside, followed by a bunch of little crackling sounds, and Thomas noticed Shadow jump the tiniest bit, almost imperceptibly, as muted panic briefly filled her eyes.

"Those are fireworks," Thomas explained, seeing her alarm. "They're basically colorful explosives humans set off for fun during events like the fourth of July."

"How on earth can anyone consider that racket 'fun'?" Shadow muttered angrily, then raised her voice so he could hear her better. "Thanks... I guess. I just needed confirmation that it wasn't live gunfire... I'm fine now." Her tone was dry and bitter, and even though she said she was fine, she didn't look fine. Thomas could see the feathers on her wings still bristling apprehensively, and Shadow's anxious fingers kept subconsciously twitching toward her best dagger, as if it would bring her some form of reassurance.

Why is she so spooked? He wondered. Oh... maybe it's her heightened senses. Those fireworks must sound like literal bombs to her sensitive ears.

But he still wasn't convinced that was entirely the reason for her skittish reaction. She had completely stopped the task she had been working on -- sharpening a small blade with a whetstone -- to walk out of the room, looking stiff and tense.

A little worried, he trailed after her at a distance to see where she was going, before she suddenly turned on him with an annoyed sigh.

"And why are you following me oh-so-subtly?" she grouched, folding her arms over her chest expectantly.

"I-I just... wanted to make sure you were okay, that's all," Thomas stammered an answer.

"I already told you... I'm fine," she said gruffly.

But he could read the slight uneasiness in her expression as she kept nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot. He had to admit, it was a new look for Shadow. The bold, confident, stoic, always-composed warrior bird-woman unsettled by a few small fireworks.

"...I think you're not as fine as you say you are," Thomas declared boldly. She narrowed her eyes at him, but to his surprise, she didn't immediately deny the accusation.

"Look, kid... even if I wasn't fine, there's nothing you can do about it. So I'm going to politely ask you once more to buzz off and mind your own business." Shadow turned and started walking off again, but Thomas ran around to stop her.

"Why don't you ever want to talk about it when something's bothering you?" He snapped, and it came out sharper than he intended it too.

"--Because I'm used to dealing with it all on my own!" Shadow snarled, then snapped her mouth shut, looking startled by her own answer.

"Finally, some honesty! See how easy that was?" Thomas sighed dramatically, and she glared daggers at him. "Like it or not, you have friends now, so you're going to have to get used to people checking in on you every now and again. So suck it up, stop moping, and let me help you."

"Excuse you?" Shadow sputtered, totally caught off guard by his brusqueness, especially from someone so typically shy. "What did you do with the real Thomas?"

"I'm not finished yet. I have a gut feeling I know the real reason why you don't like the fireworks." He raised his eyebrows expectantly, and Shadow groaned inwardly, knowing there was no dodging the question. She scrunched her eyes as if it physically pained her to answer.

"To put it in kid-friendly words... Let's just say that I don't have the best history with things that go 'boom' and spontaneously combust. There. Happy?"

"Very," Thomas said smugly, which earned him another poisonous glare from her. Then his expression grew serious and genuine. "I, uh, might have a way to help you see that the fireworks aren't as dangerous as they sound...?" He trailed off, waiting for her response to his open-ended offer.

She sighed heavily, shrugging in defeat. "Something tells me that 'no' isn't a choice here."

Thomas nodded, offering her a reassuring smile. "Follow me." He headed off with a reluctant Shadow sulking behind him the entire way as he navigated to the balcony. Shadow hesitated at the glass door, only briefly, before coming to stand at the railing next to him.

More crackles and bangs went off in the distance, and the discomfort was plain on Shadow's face, unhidden for once. Then a firework went off much closer, and she winced in surprise, grip tightening on the railing, before staring up in amazement at the bright colors that lit up the sky for a heartbeat. "So this is what you humans like to spend your time doing?"

"Yup. The most fireworks usually go off on the fourth of July specifically because it's a national holiday." Thomas bit his lip, a nagging question at the back of his mind. "Is... is it all right if I ask why you don't like things that go 'boom'? I'm pretty sure I already know the answer, but I'd like to hear your story."

Shadow turned to him, looking slightly confused. "Why would you care about my history? It's not relevant to any present-time events."

"Because it's a thing friends do! They talk about their... feelings... and stuff."

Shadow's face wrinkled with horror, and Thomas couldn't help bursting out laughing. "Oh, come on! It's not that bad! It's supposed to make you feel better! When you get to talk all your angst out!"

"That sounds more like a 'therapy' thing than a 'friends' thing," Shadow said, eyeing him suspiciously. "I get the feeling you're just trying to pry into my deep, dark secrets to satisfy your own curiosity."

"Even if that's true, will you at least humor me?"

"Hmm..." She hummed to herself thoughtfully, contemplating, as more fireworks went off in the far distance. "Fine. I'll play your... 'feelings'... game. But only if you promise to stop nagging me about it."

"I promise!" Thomas leaned against the railing beside her, sensing that she was letting him in on a rare bit of vulnerability.

Shadow let out a sharp inhale, her eyes going distant, lost in a memory. "The truth is... I maaaaay have a bit of PTSD. And who wouldn't, after everything I've been through? Traumatized by war at a young age... watching everyone you ever cared about die right in front of you one at a time in bloody, painful ways... knowing you can do nothing to stop it all. That you will always be seen as a monster by anyone outside of your own species, hunted to near-extinction. That most people run when they see you or try to kill you because they're afraid of what you can do."

She turned to face Thomas, and he could see the depth of the pain in her eyes, and for once, she wasn't trying to hide it. The years of tragedy and loss she'd endured. "You want to know why I don't like fireworks? Because they dredge up the worst moments in my life that I have tried for so long to bury and forget about. It's something you'll never understand... and I hope you never do." She shook her head grimly as another ball of bright color lit up the night sky.

"You're too innocent to understand what I've been through, and I'm too broken to understand what 'peace' is..."

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medium vs message vs subject

tw for for discussion of depression, mental illness and suicide.

I had a Not Great reaction to a New Yorker Cartoon, lol. Gave me a lot of thoughts and feelings, so I decided to write about them here.

(Image description: a black and white drawing posted on Instagram. In the drawing, a man plays fetch with his dog, both of which are accompanied by a thought bubble. In the man's thought bubble, it says "I love how he finds joy in the little things." In the dog's thought bubble, it says, "The emotional burden of alleviating his depression is crushing me." End description.)

I had a pretty visceral reaction to this cartoon. At the lowest points of my depression, "my loved ones are crushed by the burden of caring for me" was a regular, invasive thought, and the thought that immediately followed was, "they would be better off without me."

These thoughts were suicidal ideation. Seeing a cartoon use my suicidal ideation as a punchline, particularly in such a way that affirms the ideation? Felt like a gut-punch.

I left a comment saying this, with the addition of: "I'm not saying jokes about this topic cannot be made. They certainly can be. But they need to be better than this one."

Most of the replies agreed that the cartoon was insensitive. But one person asked: "don’t you think the fact that it’s a dog, who couldn’t possibly think that, means the cartoon is calling this pattern of thought you’re talking about absurd?"

To which I replied:

"I understand what the joke is saying perfectly well. What I'm saying is that the way the joke is presented gave me (and evidently others) an involuntary trauma response. It's presented without sympathy or sensitivity for those having these types of thoughts. There's no real commentary on the nature of suicidality beyond "this is an absurd thing to think." It comes across as mean-spirited. I'm not saying that was the cartoonist's intent. I'm just saying what my experience with the cartoon is. And before anyone jumps in with "it's not that deep" - single gag cartoons are not that deep, but suicidality very much is. A single gag cartoon cannot be as sensitive and nuanced as the subject warrants, resulting in a not great joke."

I kinda hate when you critique something, and someone comes in with what ultimately amounts to be "you just didn't get it."

Like, I did get it. I still didn't like it. Why? Because the joke sucks.

I know that suicidal ideation manifests in absurd thoughts. I think we all kinda know that. But what is the cartoon saying beyond that? What is it saying about the absurdity? Not a whole lot. The joke is just "mentally ill people sure are crazy!"

Yeah dude, we know.

Make a better joke! Say something more! Say it with the sensitivity and nuance the subject deserves! Say it through a medium that allows you to do that!

"But, but if the artist's intent isn't to be mean and reductive, then--"

Shut up. Shut up. It doesn't matter. Someone didn't mean too stomp on your toe, but your toe still fuckin hurts, and the person responsible for that hurt is still the person who did the stomping.

[xarrixii]

F/B Chapter_48 : "Daffodils"

CW: mention of child abuse, small quarrel between friends

TL;DR: Harlow and Alph meet up, revealing some of the unusual tension in Alph's head. Their conversation is interrupted by Gabriel calling.

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The instruction manual flapped beneath his thigh, and Harlow sniffled in the cold air along with the snap of two pieces fitting together. He held the incomplete flower in one hand, grabbing his lighter and coaxing the flame toward where he’d fit the pieces together, having to snap open the lid a few times for a flame to actually spark.

The difference was that Harlow wanted to melt the plastic for the flowers.

He repeated the process several times to finish the daffodil, but the lighter seemed to finally click out at the last piece of the stem.

“Really?” Harlow vocalized and let out a sigh.

He jumped when someone spoke behind him, “Better than it giving out in the middle of a fight, yeah?”

Harlow made a low note and relaxed, letting Raiden plop down next to him and kick their legs far more excitedly over the edge. Raiden laughed, lightly, and leaned forward while snapping their thumb alight and holding it out.

“Need a light?”

Harlow only hummed, but ended up taking it. He pushed his glasses back up with the back of one hand before continuing to graze the fire around the plastic. Raiden laughed—again, and looked at Harlow as if that would magically give them something to talk about.

“What happened to your nose?” Raiden asked.

His immediate reaction was to touch his nose, and he breathed out the stupidity of it. “I got punched yesterday, square in the face. Could have died, actually, extremely tragic.”

“Ah,” Raiden related, tapping their fingers along the edge of the roof and looking back out at the city. “That’s from your turf war.”

“Child trafficking bust,” Harlow corrected with a sniffle. “Kepler was up my ass. Surprised it’s all I got away with.”

“The chief punched you?”

“No,” Harlow snickered, snapping some more of the daffodils together. “Got jumped entering a room.” Raiden nodded. “Liam and everyone else on the job couldn’t get to me, so halfway to unconsciousness, death, whatever, point is there was a hand on my throat, I had to manipulate fire I couldn’t even see. In the spur of the moment I didn’t really care, but⸺ That’s, significant, isn’t it?”

Harlow would’ve needed to be blind not to notice Raiden tense up drastically.

He set the flower he was working on down to free up a hand, grasping the one where Raiden had a flame poking out of the thumb. “Hey I’m, fine. I walked out of a gunfight with all my blood and guts. I’d call that an achievement.”

Raiden squeezed Harlow’s hand, hard. Their voice came out surprisingly angry, “That’s not fine, Urb, Cinder left you to fend for yourself. Again.”

Harlow’s face dropped. “This isn’t like leaving me in an armored truck. It literally wasn’t safe to get to me.”

“You still could’ve—died, and they would’ve just kept moving.” Raiden’s eyes met Harlow’s, and there was something in there that made Harlow want to hurl. Some kind of amplified hatred. “How are you not angry about that? I know for one fact Storm wouldn’t just abandon⸺”

“Ainsley spawned a fire for me to use, Raiden. I wasn’t left to rot.”

“What if you were too delirious to use it?”

“The point is that someone tried.” Harlow spat and instantly regret, swiping his hand away. “Just like I tried to get to you. At least Ainsley didn’t trip and fall at the final hurdle like I did.”

“Don’t⸺” Raiden cut themself off and sighed, running their hand through their hair and ruffling it. “Sorry. I didn’t want to start arguing. That’s my bad.”

Harlow stayed silent, an exasperated breath coming out of him through white air. He felt numb and got up from hanging his legs off the side of the roof, taking the instruction manual under him and stuffing it back into the box along with all the daffodils and plastic petals he’d taken out.

“I’m starting to freeze up here,” Harlow said instead with a police siren humming in the streets below. “Come on. We’ll go chill in the truck. You drive.”

Raiden huffed, but got up. “What if I get pulled over?”

“A shame you think so lowly of your ability to follow the law,” Harlow jested. “Didn’t stop you from driving up here from wherever your Storm nonsense is.”

“Carlson,” Raiden answered without hesitation, grin spilling over their face. “I do miss my truck.”

A staircase descent and heaving a motorcycle into a truckbed later, Harlow rested his head against the truck’s fans blowing warm air at him. Raiden started chuckling as they pulled it out of the space Harlow had parked it in. The traffic was surprisingly pretty good for the afternoon.

Harlow hummed and raised his head. “So what did you want to talk about when you gave me like eighteen notifications this morning?”

“Chief Kepler.” When Harlow raised an eyebrow, Raiden laughed. “You’re probably his new obsession.”

“That’s an interesting way to view the situation,” Harlow says while cracking a smile.

“Not in the⸺ Remember, when we robbed that bank last June?”

“Right.”

Raiden started to talk with their hands, even while they were securely against the wheel. “Yeah. Kep got interested, ‘cause leaving behind one of your guys is a pretty unique situation. I found him doing research on telepathy, viewing security cameras from the stores along the street, he even went up to me and asked about car anatomy.”

They paused to crane their head at the vehicle in front, tapping the horn three short times. “He gave up when he stopped getting leads, but one guy I know put it together, so I know Kepler’s going to. Reoccurring characters are like a kink for that guy.”

“I feel like that would have fit into eighteen text messages,” Harlow noted lightheartedly.

“Maybe I just wanted to hang out. Like before” —Raiden made a wild hand motion— “you know. My mum, and Liam, and this fight to uphold standards of justice. Storm’s fight.”

Harlow scrunched up, a little, and then sat up straighter in the passenger.

What the hell happened to you?

He managed to find a way to redirect the conversation onto something else entirely, and when they stopped at a gas station to fill up the truck, Harlow’s phone started ringing from his bag. He fished it out and didn’t hesitate to pick up when he saw the name, putting it on speaker.

“Gabe, what’s up?”

His eyes were staring intently at the text messages that had ended maybe two months ago abruptly and completely without warning, and then the words popped up.

Mom and Dad know about my telepathy.

Mom’s blaming you in the kitchen.

I stood up for you.

Harlow cringed, so visibly that Raiden turned and opened the door from where they were waiting for the tank to fill up. “Urb?”

I got hit.

Help. I don’t know what to do.

“Gabe, you need, you have to call the police, okay?” Harlow could let it slide against himself. He knew nothing would ever turn in his favor, and he’d learned to live with that. “I know it’s gonna suck, to hang up with me, but you have to call them. Can you please do that for me?”

Harlow shimmied out of the passenger and started to haul the motorcycle off the truckbed when Raiden finished up the gas purchase and helped.

“Urban, what’s going on?”

“Raiden, I have to go,” was all Harlow said while latching the truckbed up again. “We can talk another time, this is, important. It’s Gabe.”

“What happened to Gabe?” Raiden asked, and at Harlow’s expression backed off to let him hop into the driver’s seat and start kicking the truck out of the lot. Harlow heard something crash through the other side of the phone and pulled it away from him as if it would help while on speaker.

I can’t. I can’t hang up.

“Okay. I⸺” Harlow sucked in a breath. “I will call the cops. I need you to stay put, alright? I—I’ll get off the call with them and I’ll call you again.”

Please don’t hang up.

Please.

Please.

“Can you get into Pierre’s room? Mine should be open, there’s a key under my desk. You can enter it through the balcony, there.”

Okay.

Harlow hated this, switching on a blinker at an intersection giving him a red light fuck-yourself. “Gabe, I’m going to call the cops, but I will call you right back, alright? I will be right back.”

Gabriel’s next text came through when Harlow hung up, dialing in the three numbers and praying district four’s officers weren’t busy with something else. He forced himself not to cry through the call, the address, the reason, hanging up and calling Gabriel back.

He forced himself to hit the gas pedal.

To park in the lot.

To go up the elevator.

To walk down the hall.

“Gabe,” Harlow said hoarsely. “I’m gonna need you to put on the headphones, around the lamp. Can you please do that for me?”

Damn it, Harlow thought absently. Damn it, damn it, damn it.

I put them on.

Harlow hung up and slammed open the apartment door.

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Heyy if you mind could I make a request? :D

Could you write about the administrator and the O5 council reacting to the reader being immune to anomalous effects and being really strong.

like imagine they’re in a meeting and reader being a random MTF or researcher and then a Scp breaches and the reader just ragdolls it into the wall in front of them it would be really funny to see their reactions XD.Reader is gender neutral or female.And I don’t really care if it’s romantic or platonic.

anyways have a great night/day/morning <3

Alright i can do that!

(Fun fact! I actually wrote this already but tumblr fumbled and deleted it 💀 so i'm rewriting it yippee)

I'm gonna be writing this with my version of the admin, i don't have a design for him yet but you'll probably get how his personality is sorta through the writing lolol

The 05s will also be my own versions from my own au

Warning: Violence

The 05 with a reader whos immune and super stronk

Admin

-Admin had decided to go undercover once again, it had been awhile since the immortal man walked through the halls of one of his many sites.

-he missed watching the SCPs and talking with new faces, all he had as company for the past few years were just calls from various other immortal friends he had gained. Such as Dr Bright.

-He walked down the hallways feeling naked due to his signature hat having to be discarded in his room, he didn't know why he felt the need to hide it..but he always felt someone would guess who he was by it.

-he had his long hair tied up in a ponytail, it bounced a bit as he walked down the hallways of containment site 25-B.

-he should've known something was gonna happen in the site that contained such a dangerous anomaly. As he seemed to glance over at you in the break room, picking his new 'target' to befriend and act 'normal' with. The lights went out.

-he cursed as he knew what was to happen next, the sickening red color appeared painting the room. You two stared at each other like deer caught in headlights, before you cringed hearing the sound of scraping metal and a heavy explosion following it.

-maniacal laughter seemed to follow short fron the explosion, Admin ran over to the door trying to cover it as he could hear the bullets from nearby MTF.

-Admin then realized, if 076-2 wasn't neutralized soon..you two faced the possibility of drowning. Sure Admin had drowned before but he didn't want to exactly lose his new 'soon to be best friend' so quickly.

-he quickly opened the door "c'mon if you wanna live!" You were snapped from your thoughts as you ran over to him. You both began to run down the hallway, your lab coat being discarded along with his.

-You turned your head to see Able, he had thrown a nearby MTF into the wall. The sound of the MTF yelping in surprise could be heard till a sickening crunch. Watching as the blade Abel held went right through the MTFs gut before being withdrawn

-He stared over at you two through a few strands of hair that was covering his eye. He backed away from the MTF before beginning his pursue onto you both.

-Admin cursed as he grabbed your wrist, left right left right. You two ran turning multiple corners all while you watched the immortal warrior grow closer. Till finally he jumped in front of you both, the floor shaking a bit from the force.

-Admin stumbled back as the warrior stared down at you two, he raised his blade ready to cut you both down. You didn't know what to do but..fight.

-you charged at Abel with your fist drawn back, your fist connected with his chest and the warrior had been sent backwards. His sword immediately dissolving away once it touched the ground.

-The warrior hit the wall behind him creating a dent in it, he groaned glaring at you "finally! A worthy opponent." Admin almost feeling as if his jaw was about to hit the floor, he looked at you slowly as you kept your hands up.

-he quickly backed away as he saw Abel climb his way out of the dent he created, he cracked his neck before a sword appeared almost as if it had come from thin air.

-Admin doesn't remember how long the fight had lasted, but he does remember you coming out as victor. He remembers the feeling of utter amazement as he saw you 'kill' Abel.

-He didn't even know how to tell the MTF what happened without you sounding anomalous, so he told them the truth. And he made sure to tell the 05 as well with his own secret message to them.

-You remain as a doctor though, the 05 don't do much to contain you. Possibly they're watching to see what else may be up with you. Wanting to see if you have any other anomalous ability.

-That's when he starts seeing you becoming immune to specific SCPs, one of the site directors for site-19 had decided to ship 035 to the current site you both were at.

-supposedly someone was possibly planning to steal the mask and this site was the second most secure place that the mask could reside in.

-As 035 sat in his lil containment cell, you and Admin had been sent to speak to it. Admin could feel the pull the anomaly gave, the need to wear the mask. He had to take breathers to make sure he wouldn't be so stupid as to put on the damn mask.

-but you didn't seem all to affected by him, his words, his manipulative ways. Nothing. Admin began to grow suspicious then. No one was that immune to him except Gears, but that was only cause Gears was emotionless.

-By the time Admin had left, he already was planning to speak to the 05 about you. He couldn't wait to tell them alllll about your lil powers..and how you could possibly be a cure to his immortality.

05-6

-Unlike Admin the council doesn't usually get into the sites affairs, they don't go undercover and prance around site to site.

-as 05-1 would say 'we have a *job*, and we can't just play dress up and pretend to be some new idiot researcher for funsies'

-but there were still some 05 that did actually go undercover, and today 05-6 decided to go undercover.

-'Agent cowboy' in his youth, and now he was simply known as Mikell Cowboy. He decided it best to not use his last name while walking about site-19.

-he was thankful during this time his younger sibling was currently overseeing things at site-63.

-Mikell had decided to go undercover not cause there was some chaos agent undercover ready to make the site blow, or because the 05 assassin had come back and was targeting him. Nope! He had a completely different reason: he wanted normalcy

-now many would probably call Mikell stupid for deciding to go to site-19 of all places to find normalcy. Site-19 was a dangerous place..but then again Mikell was used to danger.

-that's when he met you, a JR researcher who had accidentally bumped shoulders with him "oh sorry!" You quickly said "i didn't see ya through the papers" Mikell gave you a nod "it's fi-"

-darkness, Mikell could feel anger bubbling inside of him as the red alarm lights colored the entirety of the hallway. The alarms going off and the announcements turning on

-you looked at him scared and confused "hey uh you wouldn't know what's going on would ya?" Mikell nods "i do, there's a breach. You know where the nearest shelter is?" You nodded "i uh yeah, shit the pa-" Mikell quickly took your arm dragging you with him.

-your papers flew up into the air as he yanked you to follow him, rushing down the hall he muttered a "forget the papers"

-you two rushed down hallway to hallway passing by researchers and even a couple D-class. Mikell didn't give anyone a second glance as he only focused on finding you two safety.

-as Mikell rounded a corner he cursed seeing 049 standing down the hallway, the doctor turned to look at him "i sense the pestilence within you."

-Mikell instinctively went to grab his guns by his side..when he remembered he didn't have them. Doctors couldn't just walk around site with two revolvers on their side.

-he put an arm in front of you as if that would protect you from the approaching anomaly. You felt the need to fight, no way would you go down like this.

-You moved past Mikell reeling your arm back before sucker punching the plague doctor, the plague doctor was thrown back. His scalpel clinking to the ground and him not to far from it.

-he groaned as he tried to sit up, but he just laid back down in pain. You looked at Mikell who had a pretty surprised look "...that was hot." "What?" "What?"

(Whoaaa i updated this with two more 05s :shock:)

05-1

-05-1 never EVER leaves her site.. Except for today. Today she decided 'why not walk around site-19?' Of course everyone knew who she was. She was the only 05 that *could* show her face without much of a consequence.. She was immortal after all

-05-1 is an awful woman, viewing many of the researchers on site as nothing but disposable or 'play things' so when she saw you she immediately thought 'new plaything'

-for the past couple of days she made appearances in your office, of course your ass freaked out who wouldn't?

-she mainly spoke to you as if you two were life long friends, asking about the latest SCP you were working on as she explored your office. Or asking about your colleagues while she sat across from you, leg over one another.

-today was no different, she was in your office tracing her finger over the top of your files. Slightly scoffing at the dust "do those janitors not know proper cleaning?"

-just as you were about to respond the power went out before slowly a red color seeped in, the alarm system blaring off "The site is experiencing technical difficulties, site is on lock down please remain where you are"

-05-1 would roll her eyes "how lovely" just as the sarcastic words left her mouth the two of you could hear muffled screams of terror and.. Something else.

-researchers ran past your office in a panic and 05-1 almost somehow knew what it was, quickly she acted and drew the blinds down looking back at you "don't just stand there L/n"

-with that you helped her, just as you drew the last blind you heard it 096s screams as he ran past your office. You felt 05-1s hand on your shoulder in a weird attempt to comfort you.

-You didn't need it though and even though you were one strong son of a bitch you were NOT about to try and fist fight 096.

-The lockdown luckily didn't last long, the entire time being spent with 05-1 attempting to distract you. She may be possibly the worst of the 05s but she still has a tiny bit of a heart.

O5-2

-In a similar case to 05-1 lots of researchers knew 05-2, it was hard not to know anyone that filled the chair. Anyone that became 05-2 were usually related to 05-1, descendants usually from her and admin both.

-This 05-2 was old, not geezer old but old enough to be someones father (in fact he *was* someones father) he had only visited the site to make sure things were going alright. Especially since 076-2 or 'Abel' seemed to be breaking out a lot.

-You were the site director walking with him as you spoke "he broke out a week ago, luckily he only killed one person-" "luckily?" "I well- better than a month ago when he caused nine deaths total. The researchers estimate he won't wake up for another couple months"

-Just as the words left your mouth the alarms began to blare, 05-2 didn't even try to contain the laugh that escaped through his lips. How completely ironic

-Of course you made it your mission to get to a safe house and protect 05-2 (luckily this was all before the scp was transferred over to containment site 2b) your mission right now was to make sure 05-2 made it out of this alive.

-but as luck would have it just as you two turned the corner there stood the crazed immortal man himself, drenched in the blood of your colleagues.

-05-2 looked nonchalant as if he was immortal himself (he wasn't) and as I said before you made it your mission to protect the 05.

-You stepped in front of 05-2 ready to defend him, of course he and Abel pretty much thought the same thing. That you were as good as dead

-Surprisingly though just as Abel charged at you with one kick to his chest he flew back, now 05-2 was surprised mouth agape as he couldn't believe your ass just kicked Abel so hard that he created a fucking dent in the wall behind him.

-Abel got up this THIS he enjoyed, FINALLY someone fought him and didn't try to run away like a scared kid.

-You and Abels fight created enough of a distraction until the MTF showed up, and thank 343 they showed up when they did as you were growing exhausted.

-Abel funnily enough went back without much of a fight calling you a 'warrior' as he was led back to his cell.

-All 05-2 could do was stare at you, he never wanted to be on your bad side.

Hope you enjoy it! I'll add more 05s if you want me to lolol!

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