#but they made sure to give us what they could. i don't think i'd trade them for all the power a saiyan could haveour parents are weird but w

[ohnoitstbskyen]

I know it would probably bring a lot of hate comments but I am begging you to roast the hazbin character designs because I'd love to have someone properly articulate why they don't work so I could send it to people who won't believe me when I tell them. 🫠 Understandable if you don't want to get into it though.

I don't think there's that much there to roast, honestly?

Those designs are clearly an extremely specific stylistic choice, and because that style is consistent throughout the show, it ultimately feels coherent with itself.

There are trade-offs being made. Because Hazbin's design style is SO stylized and so heavy on decoration and detailing, because it puts a lot of emphasis on costuming, it isn't as good at communicating specific character storytelling as a more grounded style could be (it's kind of the same tradeoff that stuff like Genshin Impact makes).

Like, why does Sir Pentious' hat have an eye and a mouth on it that makes its own expressions? Apparently not for very much reason at all, except that Pentious has a bit of an eyes-motif going on in his design and it was one more place to put an extra eye. And that's a valid criticism of his design, but also the entire show is designed like that, so frankly it would be weirder and more out of place if his design alone didn't have that kind of overelaborate decoration going on.

It does create a situation where I have a hard time "reading" the character designs sometimes. For example, Vox, Alastor and Pentious all wear a similar style of suit with upwards-turned shoulders, butterflies and pinstripes. Now, am I meant to read that as Vox imitating Alastor due to his crippling need to replace and outdo him, and Pentious imitating the style of powerful Overlords because he thinks that possessing their level of power will finally give him relief from his paranoia and self-loathing?

Or is it just a design fixation of the creator who keeps putting their characters in suits because that's just what they like? I can't really be sure, because sometimes design elements are used to intentionally tell stories about how characters relate to themselves, their world and one another, but plenty of other times designs look the way they do Because Of Vibes.

But again, that lack of clarity is clearly an intentional trade-off - and the benefit of that trade-off is a design style that is extremely varied, wild, expressive and memorable. Hazbin Hotel seems like a very easy show to draw fanart of, and a very fun show to draw fanart of. Those designs (especially the hyper-expressive faces) are begging to be the subjects of traumatic headcanons, unbearably cotton-candy soft fluff fantasies and weird, taboo, homoerotic power dynamics. Slaps roof of character design, this bad boy can express so much vicarious emotional intensity.

It's very exuberant, very excited about itself and very self-indulgent, it's a style that prioritizes visual impact and visual interest over readability (something which the animators of the show navigate with real skill, props to them) and individual aesthetics over worldbuilding.

And I don't blame anyone for being turned off by that (I certainly was the first time I started seeing those designs going around), but I would struggle to call the show's designs "bad" when they are clearly achieving exactly what they want to achieve.

I have some criticisms, especially re: how the show treats skinny bodies as an unquestioned, desirable default, and employs fatness as a means of alienating and abjecting the audience. That sucks very badly, and is a serious disappointment, and one of the few places where the show feels like it is being cowardly in its design philosophy. But I don't have it in me to do some kind of Hazbin Hotel Sucks And Here's Why takedown, its problems are not unique or extreme enough to warrant it, at least not as I currently understand them.

[stylesluxx]

all of the girls you loved before – a. hotchner

[warnings: none]

summary: in which y/n is grateful for aaron's experiences – inspired by all of the girls you loved before by taylor swift

word count: 773

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You've heard the stories before, the whispered mentions of the women that had come before you. Each one left a mark on him, a trace you sometimes wondered if you could see in the way he moved, the way he held you when you felt his steady hands against your back. Aaron Hotchner didn't often talk about them, but in the quiet moments, their presence lingered like a ghost in the room, a history you couldn't touch but could feel.

It wasn't jealousy, exactly. It was more the weight of knowing you weren't his first love, that he had lived entire lifetimes before you. Maybe you'd catch him staring off into the distance, his jaw tight as memories flickered across his face. You never pried, though the questions sometimes bubbled at the back of your throat. He would have told you if he wanted to, you reminded yourself.

But tonight was different. Tonight, something between you shifted.

You were sitting together on the porch, the soft hum of autumn night air around you, the distant sounds of traffic on the street below a low murmur. The team was away on a case, but for once, he wasn't. He had stayed behind, citing exhaustion, though you knew it wasn't just about fatigue. He needed time. Space. And you were here for him, silently offering the support he rarely let himself ask for.

Aaron sipped his drink, his fingers grazing the glass as he looked out into the darkened sky. You followed his gaze, wondering where his mind had drifted this time. His silence wasn't unusual, but there was a tension tonight that made the air between you feel thicker than usual. Finally, he spoke, his voice soft, like he wasn't sure he was ready for the words.

"I don't think I've ever told you about Haley."

His ex-wife. You'd heard her name before, of course, but he rarely mentioned her. Even now, years after her death, the grief still hung in his eyes when he did. You turned slightly, giving him your full attention, heart tightening as you prepared yourself for whatever he needed to say.

"She was... everything to me. For a long time." He let out a breath, his thumb tracing the rim of his glass. "And when I lost her, I didn't think I could feel that way again. About anyone."

You didn't speak, just listened, knowing this wasn't something you could fix. This was something he had to let out, piece by piece.

"I wasn't looking for this, for us." His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world stopped turning. "But somehow, you're here."

He shifted, setting his drink aside and taking your hand in his. His fingers were warm against yours, grounding you as his gaze softened, the weight of years of pain and love swirling in his eyes.

"I used to think the past would always have this hold on me, that I'd never be able to let go of all the girls I loved before. But then I realized... they led me here. To you."

Your breath caught, the weight of his words pressing into your chest. You didn't need him to explain further. You knew what he meant—that every love, every loss, every heartbreak had shaped him into the man sitting beside you. And somehow, through all of it, he had found his way to you.

He squeezed your hand, a silent reassurance that he was here, with you, now.

"I don't regret any of it," he continued, his voice quieter now. "Because without it, I wouldn't have you. And that's something I wouldn't trade for anything."

The tears welled in your eyes before you could stop them, the emotion of his confession wrapping around your heart. You'd always known there was a part of him that would forever belong to the past, to Haley, to the life he had before. But now, hearing him say it, you realized it wasn't about competing with those memories. It was about understanding that you were part of his story now, a chapter he hadn't expected but cherished all the same.

You leaned in, resting your head on his shoulder as he pulled you closer, the unspoken understanding settling between you. There was no need for more words, not tonight. You both knew that love wasn't about erasing the past—it was about accepting it, embracing it, and realizing that every step along the way had led to this moment.

And in that moment, you realized something too.

You were glad for all the girls he loved before, because without them, without everything he had been through, you might never have found your way to him.

And now that you had, you weren't going to let go.

[AN: oh hey... I think I'm going to do febuwhump to get out of my writing slump. I'll keep you guys updated. I also have a ko-fi account now??? no pressure but it's link in my navigation and here! and of course... my taglist. lmk your thoughts. love you byeee]

[mypoisonedvine]

𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢 || dieter bravo x camgirl!reader (part two)

read 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙩 (part one) here

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || these video calls have become the new normal for the two of you, but it might be time to take the next step.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 3.2k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut (18+ only; video call sex, dirty talk, use of sex toys, and a touch of breeding kink), sex work (again, kind of inherent to the whole thing), basically porn without plot but with feeeeelinggsssss 💕

(this week's challenge for @the-slumberparty was to write a follow up to something I wrote previously, figured there was an obvious solution to that prompt!)

“Did you get what I asked you to?” you asked with a coy smile.

“Yeah, it’s right here…”

He held up the fleshlight in front of the camera's view, strategically angled down to his chest and lap so he could keep his face hidden, and couldn't help but notice that mischievous sparkle in your eye.  “Have you tried it yet?”

“No, I figured I’d wait to see what you wanted me to do with it,” he replied, and you laughed.

“Well, there’s really only one thing you can do with it, sweetie,” you purred— why did that little pet name turn him on so much?  “I want you to fuck it.  I wanna watch you fuck it.”

"Okay," he breathed, "sounds… interesting."

"I'd like to see your face— you know, see you really react to how it feels— but I know you said you don't want to yet…"

It already gave him a little anxiety that you were seeing his body, if covered up by the t-shirt and boxers, but you at least acted like you were enjoying what you saw so far.  "Will you settle for seeing how hard I am instead?" he asked, and you licked your lips.

"Seems like a fair trade," you giggled.

He reached into his boxers, but saw that the view of the webcam cut him off— so he slowly tilted his laptop down, letting the camera pan to his hand around his leaking cock.

“Oh— fuck, that’s really you?” you choked.

“Yeah,” he answered, not sure if that was the right or wrong answer but knowing it was at least the true one.

“Hold up… three fingers, right now,” you ordered suddenly, “with your other hand.”

Confused but not willing to question it, he put his free hand in frame and did as you’d asked.

“Just— you know, just checking,” you explained, “people can, like, hack Zoom and put up a video or something, wanted to make sure it’s really you…”

“Is it that hard to believe?” he wondered.

“It’s just that, you know… you’re big,” you mumbled.  “I mean, no offense to my viewers or anything, but—definitely the biggest I’ve seen in a video call, I’ll say that.”

That made his cock flex in his hand.  “So, you like it then?”

“Like it?  Wish you could’ve seen how wet I got when that popped up,” you laughed.  “God, I would suck you—I mean I would really suck your cock, lick it all over, taste those balls—”

He squeezed his cock in his hand, snarling a little.  “That’s so hot,” he groaned.

“And I can just tell you’d go so deep inside me,” you added, making his chest tighten up.  “Do you know how many inches it is?  I wanna try to find the closest toy I have to your size, then I can really imagine how you’d feel in my pussy.”

He was almost high just on the knowledge that you wanted to imagine that.  “Uh—eight, maybe eight and a half…”

"Fuck," you breathed.  "Yeah, I— I think I have a vibrator that size, but I'm not sure it'll be… thick enough…"

"Well, mine doesn't vibrate," he warned you with a laugh.

"Yeah, and mine isn't dishwasher safe," you returned.

"Oh god— people clean these in the dishwasher?" Dieter realized with a shudder.  

"Yeah— I'm guessing you've never used one before?" you pressed, and he shook his head— before he remembered you couldn't see it.

"No," he answered aloud.  "I, uh, usually just prefer the real thing."

"Right— me too, but you know, we make do," you laughed.  "So?  Wanna give it a spin?"

"I, uh, I guess so…"

Grabbing the toy from the little bedside table, he looked at it for a moment— it was shaped like a vulva around the opening, but it wasn't that realistic.  First of all, it was only one color; second of all, the design was so simplified that it was missing the things he loved most about a pussy in terms of looks.  Not the Dieter had ever thought the visual element was its strongest…

But yours was gorgeous— beyond perfect.  Looked edible, delicious even, with a clit he wanted to suck on for hours and a cute little hole he couldn't imagine being lucky enough to fill with his cock.  And this toy was just that— a toy, a piece of silicone, and he really only had any interest in it because this whole thing was your idea.

Sighing, he slipped the toy down on himself; he wasn't sure what he was expecting, really, but it was a unique feeling.  Not as hot or wet as a real body, of course, but there was a nice pressure to it.

“How’s it feel?” you asked warmly.

“Good,” he breathed— not a very creative answer, but the best one he could come up with now.  “Way better than my hand, but nothing like, you know—”

“Nothing like me?" you assumed.

He sighed as he started to stroke himself with the toy— long, slow movements to get used to it.  "Yeah," he agreed, "nothing like— fuck— like you…"

"Are you imagining it's me instead?" you pressed, leaning in closer and watching intently.  "Imagining me riding you nice and slow like that?  Letting you hold my hips and move me just how you like?"

"I'm certainly trying to," he mumbled.

"Look how wet I am," you encouraged, and he leaned his head to the side a bit so he could see the screen better: you had your legs spread wide for him, and your fingers were rubbing your glistening cunt.  "I'd drench your cock, baby, probably make a fucking mess on you—"

"Fuck," he moaned, "use the toy on yourself.  Fuck yourself with it while I'm doing this."

You spread your legs and pushed the vibe inside— but you didn't turn it on— with a sigh; you were already finding a place you liked by pushing it in and out with your hand, but he stopped you before you got too into it.

"No," he corrected, "ride it."

You smirked.  "Maybe my legs are sore."

"Maybe I don't give a fuck."

You bit your lip and sat up, holding the toy between your legs and rocking your hips as you started to ride.

He whimpered when he saw the way you were enjoying the toy— you picked it because it was close to his size, so it was impossible not to picture being under you and watching you sink yourself down on him just like that. 

"Feels so good," you panted, "been wet all day waiting for our call… and I can't stop staring at your cock…"

"You really like our calls that much?" he wondered, knowing your answer couldn't be totally honest but not really caring anymore— he craved the fantasy, that was why he couldn't stop booking these.

"Yeah," you hummed.  "Don't tell anyone, but you're my favorite."

"Don't… don't flatter me," he pleaded, trying to remind himself that you were just saying nice things because you were paid to.

"It's true," you assured.  "Your voice turns me on like crazy— not to mention the shit you actually say with it…"

Figuring he should treat you to a little bit of that dirty talk you apparently enjoyed, he swallowed and conjured some courage to boss you around a bit.  "Turn around— wanna see your ass," he demanded, moaning louder when you did as you were told.  "Look so fuckin' good riding that…"

You arched your back further just to give him a better view; he hissed, pumping the toy faster.

"God, you drive me crazy showing off your ass like that," he admitted with a groan.  "Needs a good spank but I'm afraid to crack my computer screen."

You laughed a little, but reached back and pulled your ass apart so he could get a better view of that pink hole swallowing up the toy.  

"Jeeeeeesus fucking Christ," he grunted, moving his own toy faster.  "You've got the most beautiful cunt, baby, I swear…"

"And you've got such a nice cock," you replied with a groan.  "Can't stop thinking about it— I just know you'd stretch me out, baby, the way I like—"

"Fuck, I would," he promised.  "I know how you need it, I just know— I swear I wouldn't stop until you came all over me, until you fucking soaked me—*

"Baby," you panted.

"And then I still wouldn't stop until you did it again—"

"Fuck!" you whined, and he saw your pussy tighten on the vibrator.  "That sounds so fucking good— sounds like exactly what I need.  Just to be fucked until I can't think anymore…"

"God— you don't need to think," he promised.  "Just need to keep your legs open, I'll do the rest."

You moaned louder, and bounced faster on the fake cock.  "Yeah, I will— I'll just let you do all the work, okay?  Lay back and let you do what you want?"

*Fuck, yeah," he mumbled.  "Let me give that pussy what if needs… I know what you need, I can tell.  You need it deep, right?"

"Yeah…"

"And hard?  Fast?"

"Yes—"

"Shit, baby— turn around again, miss that pretty face— and I know you wanna look at it more, don't you?  You really like looking at my cock?"

You laughed slightly as you quickly turned back to face the camera.  "I mean— I wanna do a lot more than look at it, but this is all I can do right now."

"What else do you wanna do with it, then?"

"Choke on it," you answered instantly.  "Beg for it."

"Fuck," he whispered.

"Rub my pussy on it, show you how bad I need you…"

"Mm," he moaned in agreement.  

"Then I could just… slide it inside, try to fit you in my little hole, feel you going so deep…"

A little whimper slipped from his lips accidentally, and his eyes shut for a moment as he tried to picture it— you in his lap right now, looking back over your shoulder as you guided his cock into you.  It was a great image, but the toy wasn't enough— it wasn't warm enough to be you.

It was much better when he opened his eyes and saw how desperately you looked; you were literally dripping on the toy and he thought he might lose his mind.

"You like watching me use this that much?" he noticed.  "You're so dirty, baby— so turned on watching my dick fill this fake pussy.  I know you wish you were here instead— we both do."

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “I want you to fuck the toy just like you’d fuck me, please…”

He started to buck his hips up into it; he loved seeing the way your face changed when you watched him using the fleshlight more… aggressively.  "How's that look?" he prompted you with a smirk.  "You wanna be fucked like this?"

"God yes— I wanna be your toy, Hector," you informed him with a purr.  "I'm jealous of it, actually— I'm watching you fuck that fake pussy and I'm jealous…"

"I always get jealous," he replied.  "All those toys that get to feel you every night in your streams?  I'm always thinking that should be me— I wanna make you come even harder than they do."

“I know you’d feel so much better,” you whimpered, “I know you’d fuck me better—you know how fucking tired I am of riding these toys?  How badly I just want you to hold me down and fuck me as hard and deep as you want?”

“Fuck, I want that too,” he groaned.

“Yeah?  Wanna use me?”

“Mhm,” he nodded.

"Wanna make me your toy?" you prompted.

Wanna make you my girl, he barely stopped himself from blurting out.  "Y-yeah," he choked out instead.

Stroking himself faster with the toy, he grunted softly and adjusted his hips on the bed.  "When you come, take the toy off," you instructed, "so I can see it.  Pretty please?"

"Of course," he agreed.  "It'll be hard to stop, but— I can do it, for you."

"How romantic," you cooed, and it wasn't totally clear how much you were joking.  "I wanna see you coming so I can imagine how it would all feel inside me…"

"That's what I'm gonna imagine, too," he promised with a sigh, "all that come going deep inside you… and keeping you full all night so none of it goes to waste…"

"Fuck," you groaned, "are you that possessive, need to stay inside me all night?  Won't let any of your come leak out?"

"Yeah— I'm… very possessive."

"Well, I like… being possessed…"

"Do you like being bred?"

You grinned, and he felt almost guilty for saying it— but the feeling was oddly erotic somehow.  "Yeah," you breathed.  "I like that… I like getting filled with come, hearing you promise that you're— fuck— gonna knock me up…"

He groaned as he tightened his gut to try to stave off the inevitable orgasm approaching.  "I wasn't even into that until I started watching you," he admitted with a sigh, "used to be my worst fear, honestly… but now it's all I can think about… fucking you raw, knowing you're not on anything, knowing you could get—"

"Just— just pretend," you interrupted suddenly.  "It's okay if it's just pretend, right?"

He was pleasantly surprised by the vulnerability of that.  You could've just played into it, since it was all over video call anyways and didn't make much difference.  It's not like he was going to get you pregnant from another continent.  But he appreciated that you spoke up for yourself, even if he wasn't totally sure why.  "Yeah, of course," he promised, voice a little softer.  "That's the thing— even just pretending drives me crazy, turns me on like nothing else.  You made me like this— don't even know how, but you made me want that."

"Fuck, that's— I'm close," you admitted, "really fucking close to coming for you… what else do I make you want?"

"You make me wanna buy you stuff," he added, laughing breathlessly.  "Spoil you, you know.  So much more than flowers."

"God, you know just what to say, don't you?" you sighed.  "What else— just tell me what you want, tell me everything."

“I want you to be mine,” he answered, too lost in pleasure to be self-conscious about the honesty.  “I want you to be only mine—want you here with me, want you in my bed all the fucking time, wanna make you come and make you say that you fucking belong to me.”

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, “that’s— fuck, I— I’m yours.  I belong to you.”

“God,” he gasped, nearly a sob it was so intense— he never thought you’d really say that.  “Don’t want you to let anybody else fuck you, or touch you.  Just mine, baby, you need to just be mine—”

“I am, I am,” you promised.  “I swear I’m fucking yours.  Don’t want anybody else—just want you, it’s all yours, whatever you want—m’gonna be your girl.  Your whore.”

“Fuck!” he moaned loudly, moving the toy so fast it was just a greyish blur over his cock.  “When you come, you tell me whose you are— I’m gonna fucking come, just say it.”

“Yours, yours,” you promised, over and over, “you’re making me come, it’s you— yours, m'yours—”

He groaned loudly as he pulled the toy off of himself just in time for come to paint his stomach and thighs.  He rode out his high untouched as he listened to your own cries, and kept his eyes trained on your face as you sobbed through the pleasure.  “Fuck,” he sighed, “don’t stop, just keeping riding it—good girl.”

“Mhm,” you whimpered, shaking as you kept going, nodding and biting your lip.  “Yeah, whatever you want…”

“Don’t stop until I tell you,” he ordered.  “You keep riding that fucking dick, I don’t care if you can’t come anymore, keep fucking going—”

“Yes,” you promised, “I’m still going… I won’t stop, not until you say.”

Catching his own breath, he waited until your legs looked ready to give out before telling you that you could stop.  The toy was drenched, your body was glistening with sweat—and he was panting so hard he felt dizzy.

“Holy shit,” you whispered.  “I mean—fuck.”

“So you liked that, too?” he noticed, and you smiled hazily.

“Yeah—that was… damn.  You wear me out, man.”

He laughed, though he barely had the air for it.  “I wear you out?  You see the contents of my balls all over the fucking place here?”

You laughed, then, and he still thought it was the best sound in the world, even better than hearing you come.  “Yeah, fair,” you relented.  “It was really hot, though—watching you come.  Is it bad if I wanna make you do it again?”

“Shit, tonight?  I don’t think I can—”

“No, no, not tonight, that might kill both of us,” you laughed.  “I meant next time…”

That made him deflate a bit.  Maybe this was all an upsell—it was just about getting him to pay for the next session, keeping him hooked so you could get the money and gifts.

“I was thinking, uh… maybe next time—oh god, this is a bad idea, but—maybe next time could be in person?"

And then his heart jumped.  “We could, uh… that’s an option?  We could meet up?” he rushed out, hoping not to sound too eager but failing completely.

“Yeah,” you decided, looking more self-conscious than he’d ever seen you.  “I don’t know, I just— it feels different with you.  That might be stupid but, it’s true.  And the truth is, I know everybody probably assumes a lot because of the camming and stuff, but I haven’t had sex in… years.  Just the toys.  And I fucking miss it.”

“Yeah, me too,” he breathed.  “I mean, uh, it hasn’t been that long for me… but I miss it— and I… I think I need you.  Like, really need you.”

You smiled, and it was different than any of the ways he'd seen you smile before.  "Yeah, I— I feel that, too.  But, if we're gonna meet in person… I need to see your face."

Sighing shakily, he thought about it clearly for the first time.  He was scared of meeting you in person, as badly as he wanted it.  He was scared whatever magic you felt over video call wouldn't translate to real life; he was scared to disappoint you.

But he was more scared of losing you because he never had the guts to try.  So, with a deep breath, he tilted the laptop back, and let the camera show his face.

His hair was even messier than he expected, so he tossed it with his fingers a bit, but otherwise just let you get a good look at him.

He'd spent most of his life being looked at— he'd spent most of his life trying to be looked at, fighting to be the center of attention.  He wore shades and ball caps to avoid the paps like anyone else— because he thought he was supposed to— but deep down, he was addicted to being seen, in spite of his introversion.

He'd never felt as seen as he did when you were looking at him through that stupid webcam.  He almost blushed, though he wasn't sure why.

"Hi," you greeted softly, sounding almost completely different than before.

"Hi," he said back.

[lovelizards]

"You're not an object! You're a person!"

"A person...?"

She lingered on the word, it was as foreign to her as the stranger who stood on her balcony.

A person was someone with rights, someone with belongings, someone with a name.

She had none of those things.

"I was...fairly traded," she said slowly, a breeze rustling the feathers in her wings, "a gift from the king, lucky to be of use to him. I am a...monster made woman. I am not...not a person."

It was something she'd heard countless times, something she had been made to repeat, but she had never said it with so much...hesitation.

The stranger's desperate expression softened, and her smile was torn. Oh no, should she have just agreed? Should she apologise? Or just brace herself for whatever punishment was coming?

"Well, I see two arms," the stranger said, " two legs, and a head. I see tired eyes, I hear a sad voice. That's about as much as a person is, I'd wager."

The stranger shrugged and her tassel earring brushed against her shoulder, "give or take a few parts."

"Is that...so..." she said, "is that really the sum of a person?

"Well, I'm no philosopher," the stranger groaned, scratching the back of her head, "but even if you are what you say you are, nothing, not even a 'monster made woman', deserves to be treated like this..."

The stranger flinched as a whistle - that sounded like a bird call - caught her attention; she glanced over the balcony and whistled back.

"Will you leave now?"

The question burst from her before she could even think to stop it, a plea, something more desperate than she could describe.

"Come with me," the stranger said, reaching a hand out to her, "if you want it, I can take you far away from here, so far you'll never even think of it again. You can go where you want, do what you want, and I - "

The stranger hesitated, and a flush painted her cheeks; "I could protect you. And make sure no one ever touches you again. If you...if you want it."

Protection?

She wondered what something like that would look like. She wondered...what it would feel like.

She had long since stopped hoping, stopped dreaming of feeling safe. She had been alone so long, in the same room, tormented and touched for what felt like lifetimes.

"I...I am afraid," she admitted, "I do not even have a name..."

"Athena."

She caught her breath.

Whatever clouds had been in front of the morning sun must have parted, because for just a moment, the stranger was lit from behind with a warm, blinding glow.

"Athena..." she repeated.

"Sorry! That was - it's - uh - the name of a goddess. From - from an old myth. You just sort of remind me of - if - if you don't like it, you can -"

Athena threw herself into the arms of the stranger, the blanket wrapped around her body like a robe. Her wings caught the air, and for just a moment, for the first time in her life - she felt as though she were flying.

The stranger caught her. strong and sturdy. This was someone that could protect her. That could save her.

"I am Athena," she said, tears falling unbidden from her eyes, "who are you?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry I'm uh - I'm Locke."

"Locke, please take me far away from here," she was smiling, despite the sobs, "so far that I'll never think of it again!"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Locke held her tightly, and carried her down the side of the tower.

She never said it out loud, but when her bare feet touched the grass, when an insect fluttered by her cheek, when a group of gentle friends dropped a cloak around her and introduced themselves warmly...

That was when Athena thought she had finally become a person.

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[rekino2114]

Going trick-or-treating with chara

Halloween post #5

Pairing: female chara dreemurr x gn reader

Summary:Frisk managed to convince chara to celebrate Halloween and go trick-or-treating with her. She did it by promising her 2 things:free chocolate and getting to spend time with you

A/n:The headcanon that chara loves chocolate is one I've seen around a lot, and it's really adorable, so I'm keeping it for my version of her

"This is so dumb"

"Don't say that, chara, it's gonna be fun"

It was Halloween, and Frisk decided to celebrate the holiday by doing a classic:trick-or-treating. Even if the monsters probably didn't know about it, she still wanted the three humans in the underground to celebrate

While convincing you was pretty easy, because you wanted to have fun too, trying to get chara to participate was harder. She didn't really see the point and called the tradition stupid, but after telling her she could have a lot of free chocolate (and be with you), she agreed even if reluctantly

"What's with the costume anyway?"

"Hm? What do you mean? You told me to wear this"

"I told you to dress up as a devil. You put on some plastic horns and called it a day, that's barely a costume"

"I don't need a costume, I'm already a demon basically, and what about you, you just cut a hole into a sheet and used it as a shirt, put on fake wings and a halo......wait now that I'm thinking about it, why are we matching? Shouldn't I be matching with y/n? They're my partner"

"Ohhhh, you wanna see them that badly?"

Chara blushed and raised her voice at frisk

"S-shut up, I was just asking"

"Suuuuuure anyway they should be here any mome-"

"Hey babe, hi frisk"

Your arrival made both of the girls smile (even if chara's was a bit more subtle) and wave at you

"Hey y/n, chara couldn't wait to see you, she wanted to-"

"I already told you shut up.....hey y/n....n-nice costume by the way"

"Oh, thanks, yours is nice too"

The red eyed girl gave a smug look at her friend while smiling more at you

"Oooook, let's go now. Everyone has their basket, right?"

You two nodded as frisk grinned

"Wonderful, ok everyone, we're gonna have the best trick-or-treating the underground has ever seen"

"Probably the only one"

"A-anyway, we're gonna get so many candies! Let's start"

You three went to different houses to trick-or-treat and actually got quite a lot of sweets, mainly because of chara terrifying every monster into giving her chocolate despite frisk constantly telling her not to

"I gotta admit, that was pretty fun, I should have listened to you from the start frisk"

".....do you think it was fun just because you got to scare everyon with your face"

"What about it? Isn't the whole point of Halloween fear?"

"....I guess"

"And it was because of chara that we got so many candies, so I'd say it was worth it. Thanks, babe,"

"See y/n gets it"

"Whatever, let's just go back home"

You went there and sprinted past toriel to your bedroom where you sat on the bed and emptied your baskets on it

"OK, so should we trade?"

"GIVE ME ALL THE CHOCOLATE!!"

without warning, chara instantly grabbed every single chocolate bar and chocolate flavored sweet that was there before unwrapping one of them and starting to eat it

".......I should have expected that. Well, I guess we can trade the non chocolate stuff between ourselves y/n"

You did just that and ate the candies you got until chara approached you with a bar of chocolate in her hand

"H-hey, I'm full, and this was leftover so....... wanna share?

"Oh~ chara sharing chocolate, I didn't think that was possible, I guess that's what love does, though,"

Chara simply glared at frisk while you laughed and snapped the bar in half, giving yourself a piece

"Sure, I like chocolate almost as much as you, so thanks"

"Don't mention it"

You and chara ate the bar while smiling at each other. When you finished, you looked at her and kissed her cheek, which made her blush a lot and caused frisk to laugh again

"W-what was that for?"

"What? So I can't kiss my girlfriend now?"

"N-no, I'm not saying that just-"

She suddenly pulled you closer to her and kissed you passionately on the lips, making you melt into the moment

"If you want to kiss me, commit to it"

"Sure thing, sorry......you taste like chocolate"

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No it's still delicious, just like your regular kisses"

"Good"

She hugged you, pulling you closer to her once again

"Happy Halloween.......love"

"Happy Halloween to you too sweetie"

[radioactive-reactions]

Just a quick little idea for a reaction, could you maybe do companions (and maybe Mr. House) finding out that the Courier is a pre-war ghoul?

Of course! The New Vegas fandom has just celebrated Mr. House's 4th birthday, so consider this my small contribution.

Ghouls were anything but uncommon in the Mojave, but those who had lived through the Great War were particularly exceptional. Everyone knew about the ghoulish Courier - zombies rising from the grave made good saloon talk, after all - but only those closest to them were trusted with the knowledge of just how old they were.

Raul is just happy to have another viejo around to commiserate with. Invariably, he begins to keep the two up long into the night trading stories of the Old World - and more often than not, the Old World's failings - around the campfire. "Hey, boss, you... you remember Cuna de Lobos? Ahh, the bomb dropped right at the end of Season 91, just when Catalina was about to show everyone what she'd been keeping stashed under her eyepatch. My grandmother would have killed to see it. She could have, too."

Boone is as unflinchingly stone-faced as ever, and his thoughts are quickly summed up in three succinct words: "I pity you." There's a moment of consideration, a realization that he may have gone too far, and he tries again. "You and all the... others. There are a few in the service. You knew what came before. Saw it with your own eyes. Christ, the rest of us must be like kids playing dressup to you. In your shoes, wouldn't have bothered staying around to see how it'd all turn out. No point."

Veronica has a million questions. Try as the Brotherhood might to hoard pre-War knowledge, she's never come quite as close to a living, breathing repository of it as she is now. "Wait, wait, back up, like... five steps. You're telling me you could walk into the bunker anytime you please and totally school Elder McNamara and you've just been sitting on that?! Oh my God! Okay, okay - is it true that every kid back then was raised by a robot slave? A-and did you really have to ritually encase all your food in Jell-O before you ate it?"

Cass gives an impressed whistle, looking the Courier up and down just to make sure they haven't actually been feral this entire time. "Fuck me. Uh, that's not an invitation - I don't want anything falling off. But that'd make you, what, two-hundred-something? Older than the Republic, the way they tell it. We've got some Rangers like that, supposedly the ultimate badasses if you look past the bad knees and the death rattle... but between you and me, I think you've got a sturdier claim to the title."

Arcade freezes up at the news, getting that awkward, wavering smile he always flashes when he's backed into a corner. "Wow. Uh... hey. Just so we're clear, I in no way endorse - o-or endorsed - the whole Enclave 'cleansing of the world's tainted' thing. I'd like to think that goes without saying, given the way my life has gone since then, but... just so we're clear. Uh, if you need any kind of specialized care, please just say the word. I've given Beatrix enough topical collagen to fill a bathtub... if one inexplicably wanted to do something like that."

Lily doesn't quite seem to get it, bless her heart, but enough careful explanation does slowly get her to regard the Courier as more of an equal than a grandkid. "MY MISTAKE! YOU DON'T LOOK A DAY OVER A HUNDRED, DEAR. WHATEVER YOU USE, I'VE JUST GOT TO GET DOCTOR HENRY TO MAKE ME SOME! IF I HADN'T MADE A PROMISE TO MY HUSBAND, REST HIS SOUL, I COULD JUST EAT YOU UP."

Mr. House predictably uses this as ammunition to further his own plans. There's no change in the face on the flickering screen, but whatever cold mental calculus drives him moves the Courier up a few spaces in his strictly regimented list of priorities. "Then you, more than anybody, understand what we have to lose - or rather, what we have to gain. Put another way, you are in a unique position to understand the resources at my disposal. Imagine the luxuries you enjoyed before the barbarians in Washington reduced you to this base, hardscrabble existence among the ruins of their shortsightedness - and I think you'll appreciate that ruins isn't simply a turn of phrase here. Imagine having them again: not just the house and the car, not just the material indulgences, but the structure that made them possible - will continue to make them possible. We alone know what's been lost, and we alone hold the potential to see it returned."

[supercorpkid]

Hello, how are You?

In your freaky friday story Kara wanted to be part of the body swap SO in the spirit of the movie freaky friday getting a sequel i was wondering if You Could/wanted to make a continuation where Kara swaps with baby Danvers?

Freaky Friday 2

Supergirl. Superkid. Kara Danvers x Reader/Daughter, Lena Luthor x Reader/Daughter.

Word Count: 2430

Notes: Believe it or not, Superkid is back!

"Heyyy," Kara knocks on your bedroom door and sticks her head inside. You look up from your book and invite her in with your head. "Watcha doin'?"

"Just reading, momma."

She comes in and you squint at her hands, spotting your empathizer. Last time you used it, you ended up in Lena's body and vice-versa and the whole thing was a mess. You would love to say you have no idea why Kara is holding it, but you know your own momma well enough.

"No."

"I haven't even said anything." She says, hiding it behind herself and giving you a sheepish smile.

"You wanna trade places because I switched up with mom and you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous!" She defends herself, even though she looks jealous. "I just think I'd be better at being you than Lena."

"Well, but that's pretty obvious, isn't it? We're pretty much the same person. I have your face, your powers, and you know everything about my life since you're clearly obsessed with me."

"HA HA. Wouldn't you like to be Supergirl for a day?" And yet no comeback for the 'obsessed' part.

You furrow your brows at the thought, "not really, I'm good."

"We could have a bet as well!" 

You furrow your brows at her, then call her with your hands. Kara throws herself in your bed, and you hug her as soon as she is close enough, "What's going on? Why don't you wanna live your own life?"

"That's not it." She huffs, upset with the accusation, pouting the slightest. 

"Alright." You kiss her forehead for reassurance. "Tell me the real reason and I'll do it."

She bites the inside of her mouth. "You and Lena have this crazy connection. She looks at you and knows what you're thinking. Then you two went ahead and switched bodies which only made the connection grow stronger."

"So you are jealous."

"I guess." She shrugs. "I just want that too."

"I don't understand. I feel like you and I have a pretty great connection too." You reach for the empathizer on her hand. "But I guess this is what I made this for. So I could understand how you feel."

"Yeah?" She perks up in bed. "Really?"

"Anything to make you happy, momma." You click it and soon enough… 

"Oh whoa!" Your body gets up from the bed, Kara looking at it with admiration. "I feel like I'm 17 again."

"You are 17 again. Wait, that's a movie reference, isn't it?" You ask a grinning Kara, having way too much fun inside your body. 

You don't get it. Really, why would Kara want to be in your body? There's nothing new for her. 

"I think I understand quantum physics now." 

"No, you don't." No, she doesn't. 

"Hey loves, what are you two doing?" Lena shows up at your bedroom door, and there you go again. Having to explain this nonsense.

"We're freaking Friday."

"It's Sunday morning."

You roll your eyes at Lena. Surely she does this on purpose.

You show her the empathizer so you don't have to explain it better. "We're switched! Momma wanted to be young again."

Lena all but rolls her eyes. "Didn't we have enough problems when you and I did it?"

Kara finally takes her eyes away from the mirror. "I'm sure this will be smooth sailing."

"Famous last words."

You barely make it two steps out of bed when it hits you—a sudden, overwhelming surge of energy flooding your entire body. It's like you’ve plugged directly into the sun. Your vision sharpens to the point where you can see individual dust particles floating in the air, and when you grip the bedpost to steady yourself, it splinters under your hand.

“Oh, crap!” you blurt out, staring at the now-shattered bedpost in disbelief.

Kara—well, your body—frowns a bit. "Language! It's not because you're in my body that I'll let you curse now."

"You just made this less fun."

You’re still trying to get your bearings when Lena crosses her arms and leans against the doorframe, a smirk spreading across her face. “Smooth,” she says, biting back a laugh. “I always thought Supergirl could handle a bit more sunlight than that.”

You glare, but it’s ruined when your hand crushes yet another thing. Lena’s eyes follow the damage with mild amusement. "Careful, babygirl. We’d like to keep the house intact."

“This is harder than it looks! Why is the sunlight affecting me so much more?” you grumble, trying to shake off the residual rush of power, your hands trembling from the overload. You don't think you've ever realized how much power Kara had rushing through her veins the whole time, but there's certainly a difference. Maybe because you weren't really born on Krypton, or because you have Lena's DNA in the mix, you're not sure what it is, but one thing you are sure of, your momma is definitely more powerful than you.

Kara, lounging on the bed in your body, raises an eyebrow. “Harder? Nah, you’ve got it easy. I feel sluggish inside your body.” She gestures to herself, clearly annoyed by the lack of her usual strength. “I’m pretty sure you can handle a little sunlight overload.”

Lena takes a step forward, her gaze shifting between the two of you with that knowing look she always has when she’s about to make a sarcastic comment. “I give it fifteen minutes before one of you accidentally destroys something irreplaceable. Maybe the kitchen? Or some memorabilia? Kara’s always been fond of using her heat vision when she’s frustrated.”

You sigh, frustration building. “I’m trying to pretend I can be Supergirl. Cut me some slack!”

Lena chuckles softly and comes over, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. “Oh, babygirl, you’re doing fine. Honestly, this is more entertaining than I expected. I should have made popcorn.”

“You’re not helping,” you mutter, but the warmth of her embrace settles your nerves a little.

“Not supposed to,” she whispers in your ear, grinning. “I’m just here to enjoy the show.”

As you feel another surge of energy ripple through Kara’s body, you groan, trying to shake it off. “Okay, how do you turn this thing down? I’m seeing in high definition over here!”

Kara crosses her arms in mock offense. “Hey, don’t diss the HD vision. It’s useful.”

“I can see through you right now, momma. That’s too useful.”

Lena shakes her head, clearly reveling in the chaos. “Next time you decide to swap bodies, maybe don't?”

You groan again, half from the overload and half from Lena’s relentless teasing. "It was your wife's idea. And she is having too much fun with my suffering."

"I'm not having fun, I'm… seeing things from your perspective, and guess what? Things are fun!"

You breathe deep, ready to complain again when the doorbell rings.

You and Kara exchange wide-eyed glances—this is not a good time. Kara, in your body, stays frozen, while you instinctively move to use your super-speed... only to feel like you’ve been shot out of a cannon. You zoom to the front door in a blur, skidding to a stop so fast that you nearly knock your head on it.

Before you even open the door, your super-hearing kicks in, and the noise of the entire neighborhood hits you at once. Conversations from the street, the hum of traffic blocks away, and someone’s dog barking all flood your brain, making your head spin.

“Oh, no,” you whisper, clutching your temples. “Oh no, oh no...”

“Breathe, little one,” Kara’s voice calls from behind you. “You’re fine.”

“I’m not fine,” you hiss back, barely able to focus with the barrage of sounds attacking you.

Lena appears beside you, "Kara, this was a bad idea, she looks sick."

Kara, now standing just behind you, taps her fingers on your shoulder. “Maybe you should go lay down, we'll handle this.”

Lena raises an eyebrow. “Or, better yet, let me handle it, considering I'm actually me at the moment.”

The doorbell rings again, a noise that now feels like a bomb going off in your skull. You groan again, sinking against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, trying to calm the rush of super-senses flooding Kara’s body.

Kara leans over, her voice soft but amused. “I thought you said we're basically the same person.”

Lena swings the door open to reveal Maya standing on the porch, her expression friendly but turns slightly confused the second she notices the three of you standing by the door looking uncomfortable. “Hey!”

Lena smoothly steps aside to let her in, though she gives you and Kara a quick look, her eyebrow raised slightly. She doesn't have to say anything for you to know exactly what she means. Stay calm. Act natural. Blink.

You’re still adjusting to the overwhelming sensation of Kara’s supercharged senses, but when Maya steps inside, you force yourself to straighten up. “Heeeeey, Maya!” you say, a little too loudly.

Maya stops, looking at you and frowns. “Hi Mrs. Danvers.” she says, sounding uncertain. “You cool?”

Before you can stumble through an answer, Kara—your body—takes a step forward and wraps an arm around Maya’s shoulders, pulling her in with a warm but casual smile. “Hey, babe,” she says softly, her tone just right—affectionate, but not over the top. “You caught us in the middle of something.”

Maya relaxes a bit at the familiar greeting, leaning slightly into Kara’s touch and you know your mom is playing the part, but you are a little jealous that you're not the one holding your girlfriend close right now. “Oh, really? What were you doing?”

Kara freezes for a second, desperately trying to come up with something that sounds plausible, but you know your momma and even though she has been doing this whole secret identity for decades, she still manages to say just the wrong thing.

So you intervene with a half truth, you're so used to giving Maya by now. “Just... some mother-daughter bonding time. You know, she seems to think that the bonding between Lena and I —  and her is stronger than ours."

"What?" Maya looks at your body with confusion written all over her face. "What are you talking about? Your momma is your best friend."

"Jamie is her — MY best friend." Kara catches herself just in time too.

"No, she's not." Your girlfriend rolls her eyes. "We both know Kara is your best friend. You told me that on our first date."

"You did?" Kara turns to you and you widen your eyes at her. "I mean, I did. I did say that."

"You did, little one." You try, breath caught in your lungs because of the situation and also because the whole sun thing is starting to become a little too hard to bear it. "Because I am your best friend and you love me more than anyone! So you don't —" You hold the doorframe a little too strong and it cracks under your touch, you freeze for a second but Maya doesn't seem to notice it. "You don't need to prove this to yourself, because I — YOU wouldn't be who you are today if I weren't there every step of the way."

"Oh." Kara's eyes are full of tears instantly, and Maya holds her tight when she sees it. 

"It's okay, babe. Your momma is right, you know how jealous I am of the bond you two have. I wish my mom and I would talk about everything like you do with Kara."

Lena clears her throat on the other side, and Maya looks at her with wide eyes. "I mean, I'm jealous about you guys' relationship as well! You guys are solid."

"Solid." Lena repeats, still a bit suspicious.

Maya looks between you and Kara again, her features easing just a little. “You still seem kind of off. Are you sure everything’s fine?”

Kara quickly nods in your body, still too emotional to talk.

Lena steps in smoothly with her usual calm. “Oh, they’ve been cooped up inside all morning, you know how they get.” She throws a quick look at you and Kara. “Right?”

You nod quickly, trying to mirror Kara’s usual nonchalance. “Yeah. Exactly. Just… UGH” You groan and turn around quickly, feeling your eyes burning, your heat vision seconds away from hitting everything on the way.

Kara, in your body, laughs way too loud to get the attention out of you. “Bro, we're totally fine!”

You breathe out trying to calm yourself and you seem to manage to get the heat vision in check, so you turn around blinking rapidly. "There was something on my eye."

Maya’s gaze lingers Kara's body for a moment longer, but she shrugs it off, stepping back toward the door. “Okay, bro... I was just stopping by to see if you wanted to grab coffee or something.”

Kara jumps in quickly, a little too eager. “Oh, that sounds great! But maybe later? We’re kind of... in the middle of our family time.”

Maya hesitates but eventually nods. “Okay... I guess I’ll see you later then?”

Kara gives her one last smile, leaning in to kiss Maya lightly on the cheek, just enough to keep up appearances without overdoing it. “Yeah, definitely. I’ll call you, babe.”

You shoot her a look, practically screaming at her with your eyes. Tone it down!

Maya grins, clearly satisfied with that, and heads out the door. As soon as it closes, you let out a huge breath, your shoulders slumping in relief. “That was... too close.”

Kara wipes her brow, laughing softly. “Well, I think I nailed it. She doesn't suspect a thing.”

Lena smirks, arms crossed. “Sure, if by ‘nailed it’ you mean gave her a thousand new questions to think about.”

You groan, running a hand through Kara’s hair. “Yeah, well, let’s hope she doesn’t ask them anytime soon. Now," You stare at Kara's hands shaking from sun overload. "Would you please change back? I swear I feel like I'm about to explode."

"Yeah, yeah." Kara uses the super speed to go to your bedroom and comes back with the empathizer in hands. You breathe in relief. "But just because you told Maya I'm your best friend on your very first date!"

You roll your eyes at her, but soon she presses the button and you're back at your own body. Rao, you think you might appreciate your body way more now!

"Well, I'm just glad this whole thing is over without any section of the house being destroyed." Lena smiles and Kara looks at you with a mischievous smile.

"Famous last words."

[lovelybeesthings]

Thorn in my way

Coriolanus snow x fem reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: Kinda smut doesn't go that great I tried 😭

Summary: C. Snow soon finds out he has completion with someone one equally cruel and to reach to the top no matter the cost leading him to drive ti the top or second.

As Coriolanus Snow soon heard of how the academy would be giving out a scholarship to the mentor of the winner of the Hunger Games which had made him both nervous and cocky thinking of this as his chance as he had been an amazing student a good one at that and no one could compare to his level and devotion to winning or so he thought..

Coriolanus was soon assigned to a girl from distract 12 was one of the worst distracts and she wasn't in the best shape that she could perform which was good to make people like her but it was hard to work with he soon tried to think of ideas to help her odds for his win he was sure that with his smart brain, he'd sure to accomplish this task at hand. During his time with Lucy Grey, he quickly develops feelings for his tribute with this set in mind it just moves him even more restored in using cheating techniques. “Well if it isn't my competition~” he heard a voice from the back of him he tried to recognize it but failed to and was confused with their words who were in the same league as him.

He turns his head to see a beautiful girl in the academy uniform her hair was long he hair was surely beautiful and the color was like (what ur hair color resembles) her beauty was amazing he doesn't know it but his heart beast a bit faster than usual more then it does for Lucy but all Coriolanus can think about is who is this girl? Why hasn't he seen her before if she says she's his competition and her beauty would surely attract him “Y/n Impala, I'm the mentor of your little songbird teammate Reaper, well I'd like to say that you shouldn't fall in love with that girl I mean if you're trying to achieve the same goal I become the head game maker with the scholarship or are you just stupid Coriolanus” Y/n bold words give a complete shock to Coriolanus he is amazed and feels the need to win more than ever this girl has remained him of what he needs to accomplish but still he doesn't respond instead his piercing blue eyes look at her girl shorter then him recognizing her as a threat.

The girl blinks as she notices the handkerchief in his pocket and smiles as she leaps in for a hug surprising the boy with blond moppy color hair that is in long curls and his handsome complexion as she carefully takes his handkerchief with lucy greys tears after I while she lets goes and hums holding the handkerchief under her jacket.

Dr. Volumnias lab

As Coriolanus sneaks in time he smirks as his plan is coming together all he has to do is give the snake Lucy's handkerchief years right in his- sudden chills run down his back as he can't find it where could he possibly put it? He soon realizes y/n had taken it when she hugged him out of nowhere he feels anger and wants to show her not to mess with him as he will give her the consequences of her actions, he walks the halls of the Academy with an angry face as he looks for the girl he turns his head seeing the girl in the garden of the Academy her arm was bleeding straight clean cuts he looks closely to the root of the problem seeing her dig in a rose bush.

“What are you doing?” his stern deep voice says causing y/n to face him “Nothing” she replies he can tell she's lying and just asks her angrily “Where's the handkerchief? Don't deny it I know you have it” She looks back at him smiling as her arm bleeds* “Why would I give it to you? I mean give me a fair trade and I'll hand it to you not like you can force me to do it I could tell the board you're using shady tactics to cheat” he clenches his fist This girl was truly a thorn in his goal she wasn't lying about he being his match his perfect rival.

He sees long bunny ears come out of the Bush as she holds a bunny that surprisingly didn't get hurt from the thorn Bush y/n bloody arms holds the rabbit smiling and starts to walk away leaving him shocked and a bit amazed at this girl.

Knock at the door

Around 2 am y/n gets a sudden knock at her dorm door as she opens it in her long nightgown her hair is in bubble braids with ribbon in them “Which idiot woke me up in my sleep” As she takes her candle up she sees blond locks and smirks “Goldilocks” Coriolanus's face appears in front of her candlelight “I know to offer you in return for the handkerchief” *she's a bit curious to know what it is “And that is Goldilocks?” she says looking a Him with siren eyes as he pushes into her dorm putting the candle down and kissing her lips she responds with a kiss and hops on him wrapping her legs around his waist and he holds her tightly kissing her* “Mmh” *he breaks out of this kiss smirking and soon pushes her to her bed.

After a while, he takes off her nightgown and unhooking her bra he takes a moment huffing looking at her fully round breasts and her nipples (n/c) he stares at her breast and looks up at her for her consent, his eyes pleading with lust and her cheeks rosy and nods with her willingness he begins to cup her breast in his hand as and brings one to his mouth sucking on it as he plays with the other one with his hand leading her pleading “ahh~” she bites her lips holding in her moan.

After I while he takes off his shirt and pants leaving him in his trousers he kisses her lips then her jaw then her chest her stomach and stops at her clothed clit taking off her pink panties as he sees her clit he smiles at her eyes peaking at him blushing like crazy he starts to lick her clit with thick licks driving her crazy moaning to his tongue after a while she soon cums in his mouth and he smiles and began to fit his fingers in her clit making her meow like a cat in her moans.

“More-e..ahH~!” y/n says in a moan as he finger fucks her making her drunk on just his fingers “Is my rose petal losing it with just my hands~?” he teases as she nods after I big later his budget is clearly showing in his trousers and slides them down showing his 7inch cock he alines his cock right to my cliff and slowly rims in “fuck-k y/n~” (time skip I'm tired and I suck at writing smut)

As Coriolanus lays down and y/n rests her silky soft hair on his chest falling asleep he stares at her for a few moments together as she thinks about his feelings about Lucy Grey he believes he loved that girl but whenever he competes with y/n his heart beats like crazy…his face expression changes into a devilish one y/n is someone who is a capitol elite like him her by his side he could rule the caption and kissed her head soon his eyes fall on their own.

As Coriolanus's eyes slowly open from the sun shining down on his face he notices that y/n isn’t on them anymore and looks for them in the room spotting them putting on a new pair of panties and bra as she puts on her academic uniform and applies her makeup “Oh hey good morning” *she says sweetly and hands him his uniform ironed and filed nicely with the handkerchief, surprising him a bit at her act like a wife to her husband “Thanks” she fixes her hair and smiles “you can go if you’d like you don’t have to stay you know” *he smiles she hears in her voice how’d she like him to stay and starts to put on his uniform he tries to fix his long nippy blond hair but the y/n brushes it out for him leaving him blushing and smiling at the size difference him having to kneel a bit* “there you go now your so handsome” she says making him smile “we should get going the games are going to start soon”.

(jump skip to when he comes back to the Capitol after murdering 3 people including Lucy 😭)

As Coriolanus breath the capitol's air again he smirked to himself devilishly he soon entered the halls once again knowing where he stood and how he'd make a name for himself but one thing he forgot was his little rose petal y/n passed by him not noticing him as she looks even more beautiful than their last meeting she walks with bandages on her arm and a bunny in her arms “you need to stop I can keep putting my arms in Rose busses to keep getting you out of them”

He smirks at her and quickly grabs her by her waist surprising her she's about to fight whoever is touching her but realizes it's Coriolanus “OMG!” she hugs him tightly as tears slip out of her tears “I thought you were distracted 12th with that girl Lucy Grey” she says as he wipes her tears “I remembered what I wanted in my life and that includes a life with you” she closes her eyes as he holds her close smirking he was foolish to think he wanted a life with Lucy grey when he can build his empire and he's already found his wife.

The end 😭

[terramythos]

Its very funny for me to recall this but I used to be HEAVILY into neopets. back in the day people with really nicely named or painted pets would put them 'up for adoption' and require like, custom web page applications for them. Maybe people still do this, idk, but this was before you could legally 'trade' pets on the site.

I knew this lady who had some really great names (like common real words with fantasy undertones) on her pets and we were both frequent posters on the same off-site neopets forum. She was in her 30s and I was like 14 and we both were aware of this. Anyway she put one pet up for adoption and her requirements were insane, like it required huge writing samples and personal art of the pet and custom CSS coding for the app page and stuff like that to prove they really wanted the pet.

She asked me for feedback and I made an offhand comment that that kind of standard was a little ridiculous for a virtual pet on a kids website. We'd chatted before so I didn't expect a negative reaction, and like she'd asked ME for help so I was honest with her.

Anyway she completely flipped out at me. She started to leave angry or sarcastic comments on any post I made on the off-site forum for the next year or so. If she saw me post on the official Neopets chat boards she'd do the same thing. She led this campaign against me and insulted me to any mutual friends. She was fairly well known on the forum (I was too) so whenever she did special projects or anything she explicitly banned me from participating in any of them.

It was totally insane, she knew I was a young teenager and this was a full ass adult woman twice my age (and I have reason to believe she was truthful about her age-- she made a pretty sophisticated neopets fan site that required some professional understanding). I cannot stress enough this was for a minor negative comment on something that didn't matter on CHILDRENS WEBSITE NEOPETS DOT COM. This had to be mid/late 2000s by my reckoning.

After I'd moved on from the forum a couple years later and played Neopets less frequently she would STILL angrily comment on whatever Neoboard comments she happened to see me make. Like she did this for years. I don't think it was direct stalking because it was fairly random when it happened. I just ignored it.

She never even adopted out the pet, pretty sure what apps she received didn't follow the insane rules EXACTLY so she disqualified all of them

Now that I'm in my 30s I literally cannot imagine being that angry at a teenager. It's extremely funny what a loser she was. Like it was so beyond the pale it sounds like I made it up or am exaggerating. except I remember how upset I was being targeted and bullied by an adult for fucking years. I literally don't give a shit about it now but like I have to wonder how this woman copes with everyday life to have this level of obsessive hate for years over something a teenager said to her. Online. About a virual pet. So fucking bizarre, I have to wonder if she targeted others

[captain-bubble-wrap]

Oh, my gourd! I love fall!

Word Count | 1392

Triggers | None

Tags | Slice-of-life, fluff, themed date

"I don't think I've seen someone so excited to go to a pumpkin patch." Quinn teased, checking his sunglasses in the rear view. The sun had finally decided to come out shortly after the two of you had arrived, brightening the collective mood. "Or someone on such a mission."

It was a rare day off that you both had to spend together and you had proposed the idea of getting a few pumpkins to decorate your porch with. Quinn, living downtown had no use for pumpkins or cornstalks, but you, living far outside the chaos of city life in Vancouver, was feeling particularly festive.

"Well...I am! I need them!"

"You need them, huh?" Quinn teased.

"I do! But, come on! We gotta go!" You say excitedly, tugging at the cuffs of the hoodie you were wearing.

"Babe, there are probably a thousand out there! I don't think you're at risk of missing out." He looks at you through the black RayBan lenses, "Hey, is that my hoodie?"

Before he can finish his question, you slip out of the car, a giggle trailing behind you. Yes, it was his, and one that he had been looking for for some time but was always just out of his reach. Through the season, there wasn't much he could do about you running off with his favourite ones, but it was nearly preseason time...you'd have to be sneaky so to keep them a little longer.

Once he got out, Quinn made his way to your side, linking his arm around your waist. "I thought I had lost that. Have you had it this whole time?" There wasn't much of a difference in your heights, but you snuggled up against him as you made your way to the entrance.

"Maaaybe. I mean, you're the one who left it at my house!" you smiled, hoping he wouldn't want it back.

"Uh-uh," Quinn countered with a bit of a smirk. "You know, it's a good thing the team gives us these just because."

"Oh, come on! I only have a couple! I miss you a lot when you're gone and they're comforting to me!" You turned to him, a slight pout on your lips.

"I know they do, babe. I'm just teasing you." Quinn would softly kiss your cheek in a hope of raising your mood back up, slightly fearful that he had hurt your feelings. "I'd rather you have it than me thinking I left it somewhere."

Reassuring him that you'd take good care of it, you find yourself feeling so lucky to have him in your life. What a path it had been to get to this point but one you wouldn't trade for anything.

"Wanna do lunch after?" He asked, paying the entrance fee for you both. "Thank you."

"Sure! I'm starving!"

"Did you not have anything before I picked you up?"

"...no."

"Too excited for pumpkins, huh?" He whispered into your ear. "Were you able to sleep?"

"Oh, hush!"

Quinn chuckled as the wind kicked up leaves around your feet. There was something magical about this time of the year: the colours, the weather, and watching Quinn get back on the ice and the atmosphere of home games in Vancouver.

"Okay, so where to?" He asked, surveying the vast sea of orange. "I don't know what you're looking for."

"I'll know when I see it!"

There was another stifled laugh from Quinn. He was just along for the ride today and though he might not say it, he knew he'd enjoy it. Seeing you giddy and happy was enough to make his day. It was these little moments that he treasured when the two of you were forced apart, alone on the road for sometimes weeks at a time. Quinn wasn't an overly affectionate type, especially out in public, but he had ways of showing that he loved you, loved being around you. You, on the other hand, made up for his shyness and awkwardness with such things.

"Oh, look at this one! It's all bumpy!" You pick up and present Quinn with a medium-sized, orange and green pumpkin, covered in warts of various sizes. He doesn't seem to share your excitement but he smiles nonetheless.

"You wanting some acne-covered pumpkins?"

A playful glare gets thrown his way before you place the gourd back amongst the others. "It's just cute! I've always liked the bumpy ones!"

Quinn grins larger and shakes his head. You're adorable in every way to him, and you never fail to make him smile. Today especially, he's glad to be around you -to share your happiness- while he still has the free time.

"I need some big ones for the porch and some smaller ones for the steps, I think. I already have enough mums."

"So what you're saying, is that we're going to be making a few trips."

"Yeaaaah!" There was no getting around it, his car was going to be pretty full. At least it was just a once-a-year thing to be done, otherwise, you might be going alone!

"Well, I guess we better get started, huh?" Quinn said, pushing up his sleeves slightly. "So, bumpy ones?"

- - - - -

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no!” You did everything you could to prevent the bushel basket from finally giving way beneath the weight of the pumpkins. Before you knew it, there was a tumbling of miniature pumpkins falling all around your feet. “Shit,” you mumble under your breath.

From the other side of the car, you hear an inquisitive tone in Quinn’s voice. “Ha, you good over there?” He had been rearranging the larger spoils of the fields in the trunk when the catastrophe occurred.

“No.” Feeling your face pull into a pout, you couldn’t believe what had happened. You had been so careful; cradled that basket like a baby and now to see them all over the ground - a couple under the car - you felt defeated, and by some fruit no less.

“Do you need some… Haha, what are you doing over here?” Quinn was laughing by the time he rounded the back of the car. Normally, he wouldn’t laugh at you but your pout coupled with the sea of small, softball sized pumpkins all around you was too much for him to contain. “Basket broke, huh?”

“Mhmmmm!”

“Maybe, uh …maybe you got too many?”

The clear response was to say no, however, perhaps he had a point. “Yeah, maybe.”

“It’s okay, I’ll get these.”

“No, I got them,” you mumble reluctantly.

“Babe, it’s fine, really. Won’t take me but a minute. They didn't go too far luckily. Have a seat and we’ll get out of here and get some lunch. You’re getting a little…”

“Hangry?”

“I’m glad you said it and not me!”

“Quinny!” You exclaim. “So mean!”

“Mhm, I’m soooo awful.”

It was the feeling of his fingertips along your jawline that snapped you out of your mood. His touch was always so gentle, his intention so soft. His kiss held your attention like a laser. Nothing else mattered while he held you there so lovingly.

Quinn said nothing, just smiled before chasing after your discarded decorations once he parted from you.

Inside the car, the interior was warm, having soaked up the sun’s rays the entire time. While you waited for Quinn to join you, you caught sight of him in the side mirror. He was trying to get the ones that had rolled beneath the car. At the moment, all you could see was his ass in the air as he tried to reach. You wanted to roll down the window and whistle at him, but with the keys in Quinn’s pocket, it wasn’t going to happen, and it was too dangerous to open the door so you’d just settle for the view and a little snicker.

Eventually, he’d join you and ask you why you had that look on your face.

“Oh, just laughing at you trying to get under the car.”

“It was almost halfway under! Why, what did you see?”

“Oh, nothing! I’ll keep it to myself.”

Quinn shoots you a playful side eye. He knew he probably looked like an idiot, but it was what it was.

“Well, ready to go, Pumpkin?” He said smiling, his hand finding your leg.

“Mhm! Thank you for everything.”

“Not a problem. I enjoyed it.”

[chaeinedup]

1 + 1 = S2

Loud music could be heard from both rooms in the house. Your neighbours have probably grown accostumed to such thing, it meant it was going out night. Part of them was relieved it wasn't another noisy game night, which are pretty frequent as well.

You were seated on the floor, redoing your ponytails for the 3rd time. Your arms were on fire but you were committed to this look.

"Siri, call yuyu please."

"Calling yuyu."

.....

"Hello ? Y/n ?"

"Hiii just wanted to ask where you are."

"We're almost ready to leave the house. You guys ?"

"I'm almost done if my hair cooperates with me. Wooyoung is most likely waiting for me. I'm surprised he hasn't barged in my room yet."

"Try not to be late!"

"AS IF!!"

"Don't give me attitude missy. Now I'm gonna get the car started, I'll see you in a bit. Bye"

"Bye Bye, don't miss me!"

.....

After 10 more minutes you were finally done. One last look in the mirror and all that work paid off. The boots made your legs look longer and your mini skirt complemented the cropped shirt well. You grabbed your purse and headed to the leaving room where a very impacient Wooyoung awaited you.

"What took you so long ?"

"It takes time to look this good you know?"

"Pleeeease!!"

"Don't roll your eyes at me wooyoung I'll hit you."

"And I'd like it so who's really winning?"

He gave you his signature smirk and winked at you from the couch.

"EW. Let's go. The others already left."

The club was pretty crowded, expected for a friday night, but you weren't scared to get lost. You like to get loose. And it's not like you don't have 8 guys that are constantly keeping an eye on you.

"Don't run off on us again for the love of god."

"Seonghwa for your own sake if I stay none of yall are pulling anyone. Same applies to me."

"Why do you want to get with anyone ?"

"Wouldn't you like to know! I'm off, if you need me yell."

You made your way t the dance floor before he opened his mouth.

"BUT YOU WON'T HEAR IT!!"

"YEAH THAT'S THE POINT!!"

Since it was a 2000s night you were more than happy to have traded your comfortable apartment for the hell. It has it's perks.

You had no idea but someone was drilling holes in your head, Wooyoung was exceptionally bothered by how you left them behind.

"How can she just leave ?"

"Cause she can ?? What are you on about, chill she's not your girl."

Mingi's words were harsher than what met the eye. Sure you weren't dating but he can't lie that the though of some other guy touching you infuriated him. He kept denying his feelings and that maybe this was just him wanting to protect his friend. But Yunho smiled to himself when he saw Wooyoungs furrowed eyebrows.

"You should just tell her how you feel you know?"

"What feelings? It's just unfair we're her friends and she doesn't care."

"And you care too much for "just a friend" don't you think? Listen she can take care of herself she's always been this way, you get used t it."

Yunho tried to relax him but it just made Wooyoung get int his head. Maybe he should've stayed home. No, he couldn't possibly let you out of the house by yourself looking like that.

Meanwhile you were having the time of your life, you had met a group of girls that were on their bacherolette party. It's like you knew them all your life, screaming all the songs, taking pictures, clinking drinks. Girlhood.

You decided to go get another drink and since no one else wanted anything you went alone. Normally this would mean getting approached by a couple of random guys trying to smooth talk you and al of them failling to do so. But unlike other times, the voice behind you was familiar.

"So. Are you having fun ?"

"Oh my god Yunho, I am those girls are so fun. Did you know that the bride and groom met through mutual friends and they actually lived together for a while before he realised he had feelings for her?? How CUTE is that??"

He couldn't help but smile due to the resemblances.

"Yeah it's really sweet. I guess you really never know when love is ready to knock at your door. But what about you, have you gone maneater on anyone?"

"I kinda don't care honestly, I'm having a good time and that's all I care about."

"That's my girl. Now be sure to behave. If you need us, we're at the booth.

He kissed your cheek before disappearing into the sea of people.

You looked at the time, 5:23am. Time to call it a night. You sayed goodbye to the group of girls that accompanied you through the night and wished them all the best. Making your way up to the booths you realised you were a lot more under the influence than you thought. You didn't really care, it's almost the end of the night and the guys are more then used to this side of yours.

Once they saw you they cheered and clapped, you bowed like a princess and smiled at their unnecessary but appreaciated "welcome back".

"How many fishes did you catch sailor?" Mingi gave you another shot he had brought upstairs.

"A THOUSAND" You yelled and chugged the green liquid. "I'm kidding 0, there's no cute guys here."

You sat down next a very pouty Wooyoung.

"What's up with you? What happened to my loud and energetic comrade?"

He gave you no answer, just his cold gaze.

"Damn are you really that upset that I didn't stick around? I thought you were used to it by now."

He got up and made his way to the balcony. There's no way he's throwing a tantrum for something so stupid, you thought to yourself. You followed his angry steps.

"Be so fucking serious Wooyoung? What the fuck?"

He turned to you and you could see there wasn't a hint of alchool in his system. This wasn't one of his drunk stunts that he pulled when he wanted a tad bit more of attention. He was actually upset.

"Okay, I'm sorry I'm being so agressive, just talk to me woo, please."

"I don't like you running off on us that's all."

"That's not all Wooyoung, we've never been mad at eachother and it's not gonna start now."

You got closer to him holding his hands and caressing them. You were giving him your most sincere eyes and he couldn't believe that he was about to kiss you.

It caught you by surprise, so much so you froze in the first few seconds, not knowing if this was a dream or reality. You decide to give in nonetheless. His hands soft, like you remembered from all the times he touched your skin in times of need. Heartbreaks, cramps, tickles, you name it. He was always there for you.

Yunho sipped his drink with a victorious grin, as he watched from the inside. He looked at the rest of the guys and let out a "I told you so."

previous// //next

[randoimago]

Grocery Shopping Together

Fandom: Baldur's Gate

Characters: Dammon

Type of Request: NPC Event Thingy

Note(s): I love Dammon very much and wish there were options to flirt with the NPC's even if there's no full romances (but I'd love to romance all the tieflings tho).

"We are only getting groceries, right?" You can't help but tease your love as you catch Dammon's eyes go from the vegetable stall and drift to another stall that sells various tools.

Dammon gives a small chuckle as he realizes he was caught. "Yes, only groceries this time," he reassures you but you remember how he was eyeing a new hammer earlier.

You continued to walk to various stalls with basic foods and necessities, wanting to get those out of the way. Dammon has been staying focused on the shopping with you, being the one to look over the food to see what's ripe and what can be stored for a few days. But now you couldn't help thinking back to that tool stall.

Dammon hasn't had good tools since getting this job at the forge. Even then it's mostly hand-me downs. The druid grove only had wooden and stone tools. Last Light had rusted tools that Dammon tried to remove the rust from, but it still wasn't the best quality. And now he got some secondhand tools that are already much better, but they're not brand new.

"What's on your mind, dear?" Dammon asks as he puts some money down and carries the bags of groceries. You had offered to help, but he declined stating that he works the forge all day, he can handle carrying some extra bags.

"Just wondering how much money we had," you reply, not quite telling him the truth. He doesn't seem to notice as he tells you and you nod. "How about I take some of the money and we can split up to get the rest?" You suggest and Dammon thinks for a moment.

"If you're sure. We'll meet back here when we're done?" You nod and he gives you a quick peck before you split off to immediately go to that tool stand.

The cost of new tools isn't cheap, but he's made a good bit of gold with his blacksmithing job. You still felt a bit bad by how much you spent, but you know that it's worth it to see the smile on Dammon's face.

"Those don't look like groceries," you state when you see Dammon approaching. He does have extra bags to let you know he did do some shopping, but he also has a bouquet of flowers in one hand.

"You probably could use some of these flowers in cooking," he replies with a smile, not looking at all apologetic about the purchase as he holds the bouquet out to you.

"I suppose we can switch then." Dammon is a bit confused by your words before you fetch the new hammer out of one of your bags and hold it out while taking the bouquet. You see his eyes widen at seeing the gift and a chuckle leaves his lips as he takes it from you, testing the weight in his hand.

"I thought we were only getting groceries," Dammon teases, but the smile on his face and the way his tail wags a bit, almost like a puppy, let's you know he appreciates the gift.

"Well, new tools help you make the money so we can get groceries. So I think it's a fair trade off." Dammon rolls his eyes at you playfully but kisses your forehead lightly.

"Come on, I need to buy you another bouquet as thanks."

[spiralwriting]

Promises

(look at me being productive, woo hoo)

Promises should never be broken.

Despite the knots that tightened sickeningly in my stomach and the salty river that threatened to spill from my eyes with each passing second, that sentiment circled my brain, flashing like a neon sign.

No matter how much it hurt.

No matter how much I wish I could be anywhere but here.

A promise is a promise, no matter the pain it causes.

So in spite of the dread settling in my heart, I face the man I've come to visit- the man I promised to visit.

This is far from the first time I've sat on this decrepit old chair across from the equally uncared for table, but the white hot glare it reflects never ceases to scolded my eyes; exposing them to the ugly truth of the situation. A Truth I'd trade for anything: a miracle perhaps. A miracle I'd use to travel back in time, one I'd use to prevent this all from happening. How? I don't know, but I'm sure I'd find a way.

If only I had the chance.

Today is particularly grim, so grim in fact that I wish I hadn't even bothered rolling out of bed this morning. Although, I wouldn't miss today for the world, even if it causes me unparalleled amounts of agony.

I can't miss today, it might be my last opportunity to say goodbye, because I don't think I can bring myself to come back and face him if things don't end up going well.

"You didn't have to come today..." His voice, soft, yet tense. "I know this must be hard for you..." he feels it too, the pressure in the room.

Sighing, I shake my head, "No matter how I feel, today is important. I want to be here for you before shit goes down."

This afternoon, the final trial, the verdict. It's terrifying, but it's unavoidable. The gang has been together through thick and thin, today is no different. Currently, there have been no hints towards what might happen, so it's completely up in the air, which makes it that much more unnerving. Ashley is supposed to be giving a statement to the court, which is interesting, seeing as nobody had asked any of us to do so.

"Well I'm glad you're here," a small, feble smile spreads across his scarred face "I will admit, I was really happy when the guard told me you did end up coming."

I can't help the smile that creeps onto my face, knowing that I made his day a little brighter during this bleak time. "Good news for you then, I'm not going anywhere, love."

A yawn suddenly overtakes that smile, drowsiness swallowing my body. "You look exhausted," concern shadows his face "you haven't been sleeping right again, have you?"

I run a hand through my hair, averting my gaze to look at the dull concrete walls of the room instead of his rather unimpressed expression.

"Don't worry about it, just a couple of late nights." My eyes return to meet his, but he doesn't seem convinced.

"Mmhmm."

I can't help but laugh bitterly at his disbelief. I'm aware that he knows me far too well to fall for that blatant lie, and he knows it to.

"Let's be real here, the words 'sleep schedule' haven't been in my vocabulary since I was 12 and they released clumpy."

From the serious look on his face, he didn't appear to like my joke too much. "Has this whole thing been stressing you out? It's okay if it has, i understand that but it shouldn't stop you from functioning. You still need to take care of yourself-"

"Relax! It's nothing to do with this, it's just work n' shit." Lier.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

He sighs in defeat, wether he believes me or not, he doesn't push further. "How have you been anyways? Up to anything interesting?"

I think for a moment, resting my head lazily in my hand, whilst the other traces imaginary shapes across the fridgid table. "No, not really. Life's been pretty boring since we lost most of the group." My eyes narrow "I spend most of my time working now, trying to get enough money to get myself a place." Head shifting to look at him once again, my hand stops and relaxes. "When I'm not working my ass off, I'm usually here." Or drinking my life away in the dark abis my room.

He sits back in his chair, tilting his head slightly, something I've always loved about him, even now, it's so... Cute. "When's the last time you spoke to ash?"

Mirroring his actions, my face falls in distain. "Not recently, that's for sure. I've talked to her about all this, but she's certain none of it is real, that were just deluded by childhood fantasies." A scoff falls from my mouth "So I haven't bothered with her."

"I know it's frustrating, she's expressed the same feelings towards me when she's been here, but you can't isolate yourself like this." He moves forward, holding his chained hand out for mine. I oblige. "You're gonna end up alone, and that's not what you deserve."

My grip on his hands tighten as I attempt to conceal my frustration, "I know, I don't want to end up alone, it's just so... Ugh!" Ripping my hands from his own, I rub my face, aggravated "I just don't understand how after everything she still doesn't believe us. After Larry, after Todd, after..." My gaze falters and falls to the table "... You."

"Her friends are getting hurt, and I don't understand how she just doesn't care." I burry my face in my hands.

After everything we've been through together, her complete disregard for anything I, or anyone else has to say, is pushing me to the edge. I know I'm not insane, despite what she might think.

"Don't say that," guilt consumes me at the somber tone of his voice "she does care, in her own way, she just... doesn't understand. She's still out friend, remember that."

I peek at him through my fingers, he's leaned forward again, brows knitted together and sad look in his eyes. He's hurt by her disbelief, I can see it, but like always, he sees the best in her, like he does with everyone. Like he did with me. He's so sweet, so kind, and I'm once again brought back to how. How could this happen? I believe him when he says he had no choice, but why. Why sal? Why the most genuine, most loving man on this earth? It's not fair.

But when has life ever been fair to him?

My head falls forward, hands dropping and hair covering my shameful face, "Yeah, sorry, you're right. I'm just frustrated, you know? It's hard to understand where she's coming from but... She probably feels the same way, huh?"

"Yeah, she does. Can't blame her, she was never as involved as we were in the cult."

The guilt falls away with the force of a waterfall, replaced with uncontrollable rage at the mention of the cult. They caused all of this. I haven't thought about, nor touched anything to do with it since the incident. Why would I when all it does it cause harm and heartache to those who get involved? As soon as this whole thing is over, I don't plan on sticking around long.

"Alright Mr. Fisher, times up." A guard saunters lazily into the room, looking at a sheet of paper. "you've got an appointment with Dr. Enon before your trial."

Blankly, I stare at the man that interrupted our conversation. The world around me begins to dissolve as I realise the time that approaches.

I rise to my feet, legs feeling numb, and as if I could collapse at any moment. My steps feel staggered as I make my way out of the melancholy room. In contrast to the dull, lifeless room I previously sat in, the seemingly endless halls are pristine, bright and somewhat less depressing. Though, it still feels devoid of life.

My body turns and takes a step forward towards sal.

"I'll see you in the court room, okay?" My hands caress his mask, fingers running smoothly across his scruffy hair. Guiding his face up, I lay the ghost of a kiss on his forehead, keeping it there for a moment. "I love you, Sal." A whisper, a secret, a promise, only for us to hear.

A relaxed exhale releases loudly through the holes of his prosthetic, head leaning against my chin slightly. "I love you too..."

"Come on, let's go!"

I glare at the guard overtop of the mop of messy blue hair, releasing his face and taking a miniscule step backwards. A smile sits painfully along my face as we say our farewells and I watch him turn and make his way down the hall.

I stand there for what feels like hours before he finally rounds a corner.

My face falls.

[msfbgraves]

Did you see that horrific Happy Hanukkah tweet featuring an AI Terry and Daniel in a cage from Hayden on Tw*tter??? So awful in every single way. Acknowledging a Jewish celebration in this disrespectful way with the character who is evil and the villain of the show—and who is apparently Jewish! YIKES. What was he thinking??

Anyway, Terry is always going to be Irish Catholic to me and I don’t care what The Big Three think. What a gross thing to do and I’m not even Jewish.

I minored in European medieval history and majored in 19th and 20th century European history. The Wikipedia page on antisemitism explains it better than I ever could but the cliff notes version of antisemitic stereotypes we all walked away with went like this, stereotypes, mind, that were used to continuously justify genocidal violence against Jewish people:

You, as an anti-semite, can recognise a Jew, among other things, by their

-Dark hair

-Name connected to jewels and or money

-Sophistication; they're dangerously smart even

-Rich by money made in trade or banking or illicit pursuits, they don't do 'honest' work

Jews were said to be untrustworthy, disloyal, backroom dealers who whisper in the ears of power to get their way

They were said to spefically target Christian children to harm in blood rituals

Whenever there is a sickness, it is because a Jew poisoned the water

...

Does this possibly remind you of a certain antagonist in The Karate Kid III? The one who heads a company called Dynatox?

So, you know, if you were going to write a dark haired, duplicitous, murderous rich guy who makes his money by bribing judges with money made by poisoning nature, who goes by the name of Silver

A man whose sole raison d'être is targeting young boys; and who does this primarily by deceit

You would have been very strongly advised not to make this character canonically Jewish when he wasn't said to be so in the original.

Just, no. NO. Please, for the love of all you hold dear, don't fucking do that.

But, apparently Hayden is Jewish, so then it must be fine. I mean the only cultural framework for a series based on a film that was released internationally and is streamed worldwide is the American one, obviously, so, sure, take the dark haired billionaire by the name of Silver who targets children and bribes officials with money made poisoning nature and make him not only rich but sophisticated rich, just to hammer the point home that he is a dark haired Jewish intellectual that harms nature and preys on children by tricking them before making them bleed and I'm just like, why didn't you give him a hooked nose while you were at it. To tick the last box on your antisemitic bingo card.

And what is it with the crush on the goy bully who looks like a literal poster boy for the Hitler Youth?

So, again, is it OK to make Terry Silver a wandering antisemitic stereotype of a villain when you're Jewish yourself? Again, I'd advise against it, really I would.

Is it absolute text that Terry is Jewish? No. It is very strongly implied but not text. And maybe it will fly over people's heads but then to keep hammering that point home? Feels like rage baiting. But you know, this is Hayden we're talking about, even his co writers were like, "Oops, maybe you shouldn't deny depicting the sexual assault of a teenage boy when that is clearly what you did, even perhaps unwittingly." So consider the source here: that man is a steaming pile of dog shit on the best of days.

When Thomas wrote his own Terry Silver AU he called him Terry McCain and made him very explicitly Irish, and I have written better posts than this one on why I headcanon that Terry was raised Catholic because his Irish American mother married his Jewish father. His father would have had another reason to see his son as less than because as a rule of thumb by Jewish law, only children born of Jewish mothers can be Jewish without converting and certainly not all practitioners of Judaism are accepting of converts, feeling that only those born of nonconverted Jewish mothers truly count as Jews. (It is far more nuanced than that, obviously, depending on individual circumstances, do look it up rather than simply take my word for it... Yet it comes up in media dealing with Jewish life with regularity.) And certainly in the 80's, Terry would style himself into a living antisemitic stereotype because fuck you, Papa, for dragging me to yet another bar mitswa I would never have, fuck you for hosting all those minyans I could never join, fuck you for the fact that even though I am your only son, I will never be able to say kaddish for you, I'll never be styled a true man in your eyes, Fuck. You. I'll show you Jewish! Which, you know, is insane, but this is Terry we are talking about, and it compels me, the son full of Catholic Guilt about not being Jewish enough. There really has to be a reason why he is Like That and I think that background might just do it.

So for a Watsonian reasons, I can work with it, but would I have strongly implied that Terry was Jewish, given his backstory in The Karate Kid III and possible lingering antisemitic stereotypes the audience may have been exposed to?

No I wouldn't have. Not in a million years.

Dickhead.

[marshmallowprotection]

Please tell me you’re writing something for the new Unknown CG….(I’m politely asking if you could) 🩷🤞

What a curious man your former boss was.

Even after all this time, there were moments when you couldn't tell what was going on in that head of his. It wasn't always a bad thing, though. In the past, it kept you on your toes, it made you think twice before you tried anything. Anybody in your position would have been vigilant of him after what he did, but you didn’t hesitate because you were afraid of a man who could’ve been blown over by a strong gust of wind. 

You hesitated because every word out of his mouth didn't match the look on his face. The domineering laugh, the twisted cackle, and his cagey hands were nothing compared to the dead look in his eyes that had no hope left to spare. It wasn't hope you needed, rather, that was what he desperately wanted. 

For a man who prided himself on apathy, it was a surprise to see the truth behind his eyes, covered only by years of lies that kept him alive in Mint Eye. But, seeing him for who he was gave you chance to know him as he was today. Snarky, sullen, resourceful, sweet, and devoted. You wouldn't trade anything in the world for him, even if you two had a strange way of showing your affection toward one another.

"Look at me," he grumbled.

"I'm looking at you," you replied. The water rippled against the fabric of your dress as he settled his head against your lap. "I don't think I'd want to look anywhere else, boss-man."

"You don't have to keep calling me that," he said. There was a notable roll of his eyes as he sighed. "I haven't been your boss for a while now. I told you to call me by my name, [Y/N]."

"I don't know about that. Sometimes your eyes crinkle when I call you that name and it's the cutest thing. I don't know if I can't help myself anymore if that's what I get to win every time I call you my boss-man, boss-man." Your smile grew as his eyebrow twitched.

Even if you didn't have to call him that after you left Mint Eye, it was a special nickname. He had plenty of those for you, too. Though, there was something just as special as hearing him use your real name for a change. Names weren't something you shared back then, opting to use titles and comebacks instead to poke at each other while all you could do was push against the walls like caged animals.

It might've be dehumanizing at first.

But, it settled into a new normal at some point. It felt like a part of who you were and who he was. His hand found yours after that pause separated your thoughts from his.

"I'm yours?" The amused smirk spread across his face. "I don't think I've ever heard you say that before."

"I'll say it again if you want that moment captured on camera as well," you said. Your thumb was pressed firmly against the trigger beneath his head, after all. "It's your birthday. I'll make sure you have as many memories captured on film as I can give you."

He squeezed your hand. "I never want to forget that I'm yours."

You smiled. "You won't"

[casanovawrites]

rp sentence starters from tell my therapist i'm fine by bishop briggs

MY SEROTONIN

in the middle of the night, every minute, every time, all i think about is you.

in the bottom of the wine, all i think about is you.

i see your face when i leave.

you're what i need, my baby.

tell me you want me and need me too.

tell me that i'm somebody you can't lose.

what can i do? what can i do?

i'm not myself without you.

people are asking me why there's an emptiness inside.

come on, be calm, be cool.

do something you like, do something you used to do.

i'm done lying every time, but i'm not fucking fine.

I'M NOT A MACHINE

hope is a devil that's in disguise.

bless my heart and hope to die.

i'm not really sure you're ready.

i'm stuck to the walls of a cage, trading in my gentle for power and rage.

when i think of us, all of the pain that i've seen, i just want a minute to scream.

i am not a machine.

i'm scared of the times that i'm living in.

how i would kill for a "thank you."

bless my heart and all i give.

i'm not really sure i'm ready.

love me, hate me, bite my body till i'm bleeding.

suck the air out of my lungs, but i'm still breathing.

my heart's still beating more than metal parts and pieces.

GOOD FOR ME

i can be your all star.

if i could have it all, i'd bottle it.

i'd throw away my fear and swallow it.

even if i'm scared, i'll follow it.

i'm dreaming of what i really wanted, all that i'm supposed to be.

all i ever wanted, was it ever good for me?

all that i love, all that i need, all that i've been was never good for me.

MONA LISA ON A MATRESS

hell is knowing that you're perfect just the way you are.

is it crazy how we'd go and do it all again, knowing we were done before we ever had a chance?

i was dating someone who just didn't understand.

it's like you knew me before i walked in.

i want you to knock my lights out, kiss me so hard 'til we pass out.

just want to feel something like right now.

didn't wanna see what was underneath, all of the warning signs, my heart was blind.

i made up my mind.

want you to light up a million matches, burn out my heart until it's ashes.

i lost my innocence, learning how to love again.

we were done before we started.

didn't wanna be just friends, i just wanted love again.

HERE COMES THE FLOOD

they said, "don't leave before the miracle."

all of my pain was more than physical.

i couldn't see the future for me, even with the lights on.

was dead in the dark, needed a spark, something to hold on to.

never thought it could be this good.

never thought it was in my blood.

knew it wouldn't be easy to let go completely.

come heal me.

i was on my way to rock bottom.

making friends with my demons, no problem.

i was deafened by silence.

GROWING PAINS

i've been feeling something pulling at my skin.

i've been feeling restless lately.

maybe you could say i'm changing.

my mind's aching, wrestling with what i've been facing.

i can see it all so clearly now.

when my heart's breaking and my voice shaking, i won't be afraid.

it hurts so much to change, but that's just growing pains.

i can thank that younger me. she really did a lot of hurting, so i could do a lot of learning.

looking back, i'm grateful that i made it through.

SHUT IT OFF

my mind is broken by design.

i'm sick of saying, "i'm fine."

i'm done smiling, done being soft.

i'm screaming straight from my chest.

i'm wicked, no need for rest.

don't call me, don't waste your breath.

big men who talk like little boys say i'm too much.

i'm the one talking now. i'm not backing down.

can you hear me? then shut your mouth.

i'm like lipstick on a gun. so hard, so pretty, so cold.

so funny watching you run.

ISOLATED LOVE

my hard drive is full of pain from you.

i'm out of breath running from my youth.

how could i know who i was saving when i didn't know who i was?

this love hurts like hell.

isolated love, no one else can tell.

when we are young, we get fucked up.

UNDONE

i've been running away.

i'm scared of the downfall.

if you saw all of my damages, would you know how to manage it?

sooner more than later, i'll come undone.

i'm on the edge of a meltdown, if i'm really being honest.

said you'd love my best and worst. congratulations, you got it.

i'm ready to go, ready to leave.

don't look at me. i can't save me. i'm losing my mind.