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starkstruck27 · 19 days ago

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My next fill for @metalsandwichbingo !! This might be the first time I've ever done two withing 24 hours without having them pre-written. Also, as much as I love Steve and Billy, in this one, I went with the idea that when they met, instead of going 'I can fix him', I went with 'I can make him worse'. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys, and title comes from the song MUD by Dorothy. Title: You Ain't Living Life til You're Down in the Mud Square + Prompt: A2, On his knees, Mouth open Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4774 Words Major Tags: Chose Not to Use* Additional Tags: Crushes, Extremely Dubious Consent, Consensual non-consent, Bullying, Billy Hargrove being an asshole, Steve Harrington being an asshole, Face-fucking, Hair-pulling, Choking, Restraints, Marking, Eddie Munson has a piss kink, Wet & messy, Dacryphilia, Name-calling, Dirty talk, Humiliation Kink, Consensual but not Safe or Sane Summary: Eddie Munson is seriously fucked up. It's fitting that everyone calls him a freak. He doesn't exactly know why he has a crush on the two guys who have made his life a living hell for the past month, but here he is. As long as no one finds out about it, though, he should be fine. But one day, after Billy trips him in the hall, he loses his journal, the one where he writes down every disgusting, filthy thing he wishes they would do to him. And unfortunately, he can't find it anywhere. Also on: Ao3 *TW for this one, I didn't use any major tags because none of them really apply, but when I say things like "extremely dubious consent" and "consensual non-consent" I mean them. Consent is not explicitly given for most of the story, but it is there. If these or any other tags bother you, please don't read. Stay safe and sane out there, lovelies!!

It had only been a month since Billy Hargrove moved to Hawkins, a month since he met up with Steve Harrington and become his best friend, a month of nothing but torment and suffering for Eddie Munson. He didn’t know why, but Steve and Billy had decided to make him their own special project, picking on him relentlessly and making his life a living hell, as if it weren’t already bad enough being the super-senior who’s dad was in jail and who’s mom was dead, so he had to live with his uncle who was always working just so they could afford to live. Add on the claims that he worshiped the devil and the fact that he hung out with losers and freaks, and you’ve got the recipe for the easiest target in the history of American high school.

And of course, it didn’t help that Eddie knew he had a fucked up life, so when he started to develop a sick form of attraction to the people who constantly bullied him, he almost didn’t question it. It still kinda freaked him out a little, but at this point, he’d just accepted it as another thing that was happening in his stupid, fucked little head. Besides, he knew there was absolutely no way anything would ever happen there, so he figured, if his brain was gonna make him think that was what he wanted, he would rather just enjoy it instead of working himself up about it.

So he did what any person would do when they had no one to talk to about this sort of stuff, he wrote it down. He kept a journal anyway, so why not put down his fantasies and when he could one day afford a therapist, scar them for life with it so they could figure out what exactly was wrong with him? He never wanted anyone else to find it though, so he always kept it on his person, and when he went home at night, put it in the very back of the drawer in his nightstand. If anyone else ever got ahold of it, he wouldn’t even be run out of town, they’d probably just kill him on the spot, and that was unideal to say the least, so it was safer just to keep it with him at all times.

It was a relatively small journal, one that he could fit in his back pocket, and that’s just where it was that day when the bell finally rang and he was able to head to his last class of the day. So far he’d been able to avoid Steve and Billy enough that there were no major incidents, and he was so close to going a whole day without having to endure their shit, but just as that thought entered his head, he rounded the corner only to run smack into Billy. He then found himself face-planting into the linoleum, his stuff flying everywhere and everyone around them laughing.

Eddie sighed as he picked himself up, less upset about being tripped than he was about having to gather up all his shit. He’d had all kinds of notes for his next campaign with the guys, and now they were all over the hallway, getting stepped on and ignored by his peers. Except for two nice girls, nobody helped him to get his stuff, and instead they went about their days as if nothing had happened.

“Billy’s such a jerk,” the one girl said as she handed Eddie his notebook stuffed with papers. She was wearing a cheer outfit and had a nice smile. “He’s always making rude comments to us when we practice. I swear, one day, I’m gonna tell him off.”

“All five foot three of you?” The other girl asked, smirking at her before helping Eddie up. She had a flannel shirt on and glasses and her hair was a fiery red. “But seriously, she’s right. Don’t let him get you down.”

“I never do,” Eddie replied, dusting himself off and smiling, “Thanks for the help, ladies.”

The two girls walked off and Eddie let his smile fall. He’d really been hoping for just one day without anything happening, but that was out the window now. Still, there was only one class left in the day, so he just had to sit through that, and then he could go home.

It wasn’t until he got home that day that he realized his journal wasn’t in his pocket. A cold shock hit him square in the chest as he ran out to his van, praying that it had just fallen out onto the seat. He searched the entire car, but there was no trace of it, so he went back inside and tore the place apart trying to find it. He was close to crying as he realized it was nowhere to be found, and he had to splash cold water on his face to get himself to calm down enough to think rationally. He remembered being tripped earlier in the day and figured that must’ve been when he’d lost it, since that was the last time he remembered having it. And as he got in his van and sped back to the school, he prayed that it had just slid under some lockers and he could go and get it with little to no resistance.

When he got to the school, he ran through the halls until he got to the one where Billy had tripped him, and he got down on his hands and knees to check under each locker, but he came up with nothing. He felt like the world was closing in around him, and he started to cry as he sank down and curled into a ball against the lockers. He sat there for a while, but finally he realized there was nothing he could do about it, so he made a plan to check the office tomorrow and see if anyone turned it in, and if not, he’d figure out his next steps later.

Meanwhile, across town, Steve and Billy were hanging out at his house, enjoying his heated pool and more than a few beers. They were fucking around and shootin’ the shit when eventually, they started talking about Eddie.

“He’s getting pretty good at avoiding us,” Steve said, “I didn’t even see him hardly at all today, and when I did, he was too far away to do anything.”

“Yeah, he’s a slippery little fucker,” Billy agreed, shaking water from his hair, “But I managed to trip him earlier today, so not all hope is lost. Oh! And I almost forgot,” Billy hoisted himself out of the pool and went over to his bag, drying his hands quickly before rooting around and pulling out a small green notebook. “This fell out of his pocket earlier today. Whattaya say? Wanna read the freak’s diary? I took a quick peek earlier and there is some fucked up shit in there.”

“Like what?” Steve asked, sitting up on the edge of the pool as Billy tossed the notebook to him. He caught it and waited for Billy to come sit next to him, and then the two of them started to read. It started out tame enough, mostly just a lot of questioning as to why his life was so messed up, and a lot of insecure thoughts. But just when they were getting bored and were about to stop reading, it got interesting.

They read all about how Eddie was somehow fixated on them, how he had wet dreams sometimes about the two of them and how he hated that, but as they kept reading, how he finally just accepted it. He detailed everything he ever thought about them doing to him, from choking him and making him cry to forcing him and marking him like a dog. It was a treasure trove of everything he’d ever fantasized about, and it was all pure gold. There were so many new possibilities, now. Blackmail, humiliation, exposure, and the list just went on from there. By the time they finished reading, though, they’d come up with something far more rewarding than anything else, and they couldn’t wait to put their plan into action.

The next day was bright and sunny, although still a little chilly for the beginning of November. The weather was the last thing on Eddie’s mind though as he got to school, heading straight to the principal’s office before going to homeroom. He talked to the front desk lady and asked if he could look through the lost and found, but after ten minutes of going through every item in there, he had nothing. The pit in his stomach sank down deeper, but he thanked the receptionist and trudged off to class, shoving his palms in his eyes to try and keep from crying again.

The day went surprisingly well after that, all things considered. He got a math test back that he didn’t fail, and Billy and Steve seemed too concerned with the big basketball game tomorrow to be bothered with him, so as long as he kept to himself, Eddie managed to get through the day fairly easily. He still felt anxious, though, and every time he saw Cheer girl or Flannel girl in the hall, he hoped they’d come up and say they got his notebook by mistake and give it back to him, but no such luck. There were no whispers in the halls or anybody coming up to humiliate him with it either, though, so he had hope that maybe nobody had found it yet and he still had time to get it before anyone did.

That was still the only thing on his mind at the end of the day when he went back to his locker to get his stuff, and it only went away when he saw a post-it note sitting on top of his jacket. He picked it up and read the message, and sighed as he crumpled it up and stuck it in his pocket. It only had one word on it, ‘picnic’, and anybody who was in the know at Hawkins high could tell you what that meant. As much as Eddie just wanted to go home and relax for the night, he also needed the money, so he grabbed his lunch box and started making his way to the table just beyond the treeline where he always went to sell.

When he got there, though, there was no one else in sight. He couldn’t hear leaves or sticks crunching, so he figured maybe in the time that they’d left the note and now, whoever wanted to buy from him had chickened out. He decided to wait for a few minutes just in case, but when nobody came after five, he cut his losses and started making his way back to the parking lot.

He only got halfway there when someone grabbed him by the jacket sleeve and yanked him backwards, using one hand to hold onto him and the other to cover his mouth. He tried to struggle, but it was no use, whoever this was was a hell of a lot stronger than he was, and they were holding him at just the right angle to keep him from getting a solid footing. He had a pretty good idea of who was behind this, and a sense of dread crept up his spine and into his throat as he stopped struggling and tried to think of an escape plan.

“Here?” He heard Billy say, and tears sprang to his eyes.

“No, I heard the track team is running this trail today, one of them could see us. I know another place, c’mon,” Steve answered him, and Eddie could feel him talking from where he held him against his chest. At that point, any sense of wanting to escape had left him, and was replaced with a sense of panic so strong, he couldn’t think straight. He wasn’t even in control of himself, really, and when Steve started dragging him back to the parking lot with Billy in tow, Eddie didn’t even put up a fight. He didn’t like this, he wanted to run away, but his mind was so frantic it couldn’t send the signal down to his legs, and so he just let Steve manhandle him, all the way into the back of Billy’s car.

“Wh-what are you doing?” He finally got the nerve to ask as Steve climbed in the back with him and Billy started to drive. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere nobody will find us,” Steve said, a wicked grin on his face.

“What are you gonna d-do to me?” Eddie asked, hardly noticing that Steve was taking his jacket off of him as he heard Billy laugh in the front seat. He held up Eddie’s missing notebook and his eyes went wide as he tried to lunge for it. He didn’t even get halfway there before Steve grabbed his arms and wrestled them behind his back, tying them together a little too tightly with an old shoelace.

“Give that back!” He tried, but it only made the other two laugh.

“Listen, Freak, it doesn’t matter anyway, we already read it,” Steve said, “So if you want us to keep this between us and not plaster the pages all over the school, I suggest you shut up and do what we say, capisce? Now drink this.”

Eddie was too stunned to do anything but comply. He opened his mouth as Steve held a water bottle for him, and he made him drink the whole thing plus a second one while he gave Billy directions. By the time he was halfway through the third bottle, the car finally stopped, and Steve let him stop drinking so they could get out of the car. They were at the top of the cliffs surrounding the quarry, one of the most secluded places in all of Hawkins, nobody would think to look for any of them up here. That was all Eddie could think about as he was helped out of the car, and it did nothing to help his nerves, or his bladder. He felt like he was about to burst, he’d already kinda had to pee before any of this started, but now with two and a half bottles of water in him, he was desperate. Still, his hands were tied. Literally.

“Get on your knees, Freak,” Steve spat, pushing Eddie down on the rocky ground and smiling as he winced.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He asked, his heart racing and his body starting to feel restless. It kinda felt good, now that he’d gotten used to it, but he had no idea what was gonna happen, and that was the only thing that made him nervous.

“We read your little diary,” Billy said, “And we thought, we could do a lot of fun things with this, but we decided this was the best idea we had. So here’s the deal, you do what we tell you and keep your mouth shut, and we give you exactly what you want.”

“And,” Steve chimed in, “If you behave and act like a good little slut, we won’t accidentally leave this open in the library for someone else to find. Sound fair?”

Eddie wasn’t sure how to respond for a minute, he still had no idea what Billy meant when he said they’d give him ‘exactly what he wanted’, but if he were being honest, he’d rather do what they said and maybe get his journal back rather than refusing and it getting out to everyone. Besides, the morbidly curious part of his brain wanted to go through with it, so finally he nodded.

“Wh-whatever you say,” he said, and Billy and Steve both smiled.

“Good choice,” Steve said, then walked over and grabbed Eddie by the hair, making his mouth fly open from the painful grip and making the pressure in his groin build. “That’s a good slut, you like it when I pull your hair? I bet you like it whenever I do anything to you, huh? Is that why you’ve been avoiding me lately? Afraid you’re gonna pop a boner if I hit you hard enough?”

Eddie couldn’t deny that this was starting to feel better than it should have. The names, the insults, the pain, the desperation, it was all strangely provocative, and his head was starting to get a little foggy as Billy came over to add fuel to the fire.

“That must’ve been why you scurried away so fast last week when I pinned you to the lockers,” he said, wrapping a hand around Eddie’s throat, but only adding enough pressure to make sure Eddie could feel it. “You’re such a dirty little freak, getting off on fucked up shit like this. Did you touch yourself after last week? Did you jerk off or shove a couple fingers up your ass, or maybe both? I bet it was both, and I bet you wished it was one of us that was fucking you instead of just your hand, isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes,” Eddie mumbled, but it mustn’t have been good enough, because next thing he knew Billy was digging the toe of his boot into his stomach, right where his bladder would be. Eddie started to breathe heavier, his eyes starting to feel wet again as he did everything he could to keep his composure. He had to go so bad, and the other two just laughed as he started to whine like a toddler. “Yes, okay?! You’re right! I was horny and I fucked myself in the school bathroom and I wished it was you, okay?!”

“Good job, slut,” Billy smiled, finally letting up and taking a step back. Steve followed and stood next to him, and the two seemed to tower over him as they stared him down.

“Piss yourself,” Steve said, and Eddie almost cried.

“What?” He asked, his voice small and pathetic.

“You heard me, now do it. Piss yourself,” he repeated.

“You can’t be serious,” Eddie whined, a couple of tears escaping. This was so humiliating.

“I’m dead serious, now fucking do it,” Steve demanded, getting in Eddie’s face and grabbing his hair again, pulling hard. Eddie let out a cry of pain and Steve let up, stepping back again and watching as Eddie cried.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt so good to be used like this, but it was also the most mortifying ordeal he’d ever been through in his life. He couldn’t believe they wanted him to do this, but finally, he just couldn’t hold it anymore. He started crying harder as he started to go, sobbing a bit as he soaked his jeans. He suddenly regretted wearing the blue ones today, since the black ones would’ve made it harder to see, but with the blue, it was easy to tell what he was doing. He knew the other two could tell, he could hear them laughing and mocking him, and as much as it hurt, it also heightened the thrill a little bit. And when he finally finished, his jeans soaked through and his face red from crying, they made their way back over, grinning widely.

“Can’t believe you actually did it,” Billy said, licking his lips. “Now, sit up and open your mouth.”

Eddie nodded and sniffed a little, leaning his head to the side to try and wipe his face on his shoulder, but then he did as he was told. He sat up and opened his mouth, and then he waited, watching as the two of them unzipped their jeans and got their own dicks out. Then, without any more warning, Billy grabbed him by his hair, shoving his dick into Eddie’s mouth, and holding his head down until he started to choke.

“Does that feel good, slut?” He asked as he let him up, barely giving him enough time to take a breath, much less answer, before pushing him back down. He fucked his throat hard, already reducing him to tears again and barely giving him any breaks except to breathe. Steve egged him on, encouraging his buddy to hold him down longer, to really give it to him, and if Eddie whimpered or made a noise, he’d mock him, making him feel even more ashamed and making him enjoy it more and more with each insult hurled his way.

Eddie was crying harder as Billy kept it up, until finally, he stopped. He pulled out of his mouth before finishing, and as Eddie coughed and finally managed to catch his breath, he just stood there, watching and laughing. It sent a wave of embarrassed excitement shoot through Eddie, and if he hadn’t been hard before, he certainly was now. He could feel the ache against his wet jeans, which were cooling rapidly and making him shiver, which didn’t help his desperation to come right then and there. But before he could get himself composed enough to do it, Steve noticed, and he grabbed Eddie by the face this time as he spoke to him.

“You better not even think about coming until I say you can. Otherwise I’ll leave you here tied up and by the time you find a way to get back home, the entire town will have read your little diary, understand me?” He asked, and as much as it pained him, Eddie nodded. “Good. Now open your fucking mouth again.”

Eddie once again did as he was told, and Steve wasted no time in giving him the same treatment that Billy had. He fucked his throat mercilessly and Eddie just took it. It wasn’t as hard this time, he’d gotten kinda used to it, and even though it was still rough, he was starting to like it that way. This was what he’d been fantasizing about for over a month now, anyway, and it was being presented to him on a silver platter. He might as well enjoy it, right?

Once he’d gotten used to the intrusion in his throat, it didn’t seem to take quite as long, and before he knew it, Steve was pulling out of his mouth, too, he and Billy standing over him and stroking their cocks, and finally, coming all over him. He let them take their time, his clothes were already ruined and his face was a mess, so they couldn’t do much more damage now than they already had. When they were done, he waited patiently for their next orders, a twinge of fear still twisting in his gut as Steve smirked at him. He didn’t do anything, though, just traced his fingers over his ruined shirt and then lifted his hand, shoving his fingers into Eddie’s mouth, covered in come.

“Swallow it,” he commanded, and Eddie did, his throat burning a bit from being used so harshly.

“Good slut,” Billy said, grinning widely. “Now, that little book of yours said that if you were ever in a situation like this with the two of us, you’d want us to mark you like a dog, isn’t that right?”

“Y-yeah,” Eddie swallowed, his voice thick. “P-please.”

“Aww, look at that, the bitch is begging,” Steve laughed meanly, then looked at Billy, “What do you think, Bill? Is the little freak worth claiming as ours?”

“Fuck yeah, why not? Not like he can do much about it, and I like the idea of being able to fuck him up like this any time I want, don’t you?” Billy replied, grabbing his now limp dick and winking at his friend as he started to piss all over Eddie. Steve nodded and did the same, the two of them covering him from head to toe. Eddie couldn’t help but make a noise of pleasure as they did, the warmth of their piss almost a comfort in the chilly November evening. Not only that, but it was unbelievably erotic to be claimed by someone like this, animalistic instincts taking over and making them act so filthily, and Eddie couldn’t get enough of it. He was so close, and this just added another layer of desperation that he liked, but he was so ready to toss that feeling aside and let himself blow.

When they were finally done, Steve and Billy tucked themselves away and straightened themselves out, making sure they looked normal, and completely ignoring Eddie for a minute until they were satisfied with themselves. Then they turned their attention back to a squirming, whining Eddie, ready to leave him with one last indignity.

“You wanna come now, bitch?” Billy asked, licking his lips again as Eddie nodded vigorously. “Then you’re gonna have to work for it like the fucking dog you are, come here.”

Eddie listened easily and shuffled forward on his knees until he was at Billy’s feet, and once he was, he looked up for further directions. Billy didn’t give any, instead he just stuck his leg out, and Eddie got the hint right away.

“You s-sure?” He asked, still a little nervous to make a wrong move.

“Yeah, go on. Be a good fucking dog and get yourself off,” Billy said, and Steve nodded along, clearly holding back a laugh. Eddie didn’t care if they laughed anymore though, he was too wound up to give a shit, so he didn’t let himself even think about it as he settled Billy’s leg between both of his and started to hump it like a dog. It felt so damn good, the humiliation mixed with the actual physical sensations feeling like the most perfect blend in the universe. He knew it had been less than a minute before he finally came with a moan, even thirty seconds was being generous, but it was the best orgasm he’d ever had, and as concerning that probably should’ve been to him, he just didn’t care right then.

Once he’d ridden out his orgasm as long as he could, Eddie fell over on his side. His knees were throbbing from him kneeling on the gravel for so long, and his arms and hands were tired from being in the same position for so long. His throat felt like it was on fire, and his eyes were burning, too, from crying so much. He was tired and dirty and getting cold, and he could hear the other two laughing at him, but he was too blissed out to care about any of it.

After a minute or so, Steve came up behind him again and untied the shoelace from his wrists. He must’ve gone back to the car at some point as Eddie had laid there, because he tossed his jacket and the unfinished water bottle from earlier down next to him. Eddie finally found the strength to sit up and was about to thank him, but before he could, Steve spoke first.

“Remember our deal, Freak. This stays between us, or we show that book to everyone, understand?” He asked, and Eddie nodded.

“Yeah, I hear ya,” he rasped, a goofy smile on his face. These two really weren’t so scary, now that he thought about it.

“Good. And maybe if you keep yourself in line like a good little bitch, we can really ruin you, just like you want,” Billy added, grabbing Eddie by the hair one last time and staring him down. “Remember, you’re ours now. We own you.”

Eddie felt a strange tingle in his stomach when he heard that, and he looked back and forth between the other two for a moment before nodding. They nodded back and then let him go, the both of them going back to the car and climbing in, leaving Eddie there without even a glance back in his direction.

Eddie sighed as he watched them drive off. He should’ve known that they weren’t going to start being nice to him, even after all this, so it shouldn’t have surprised him when they left him to find his own way home. He drank the rest of the water they’d left him with and tossed the bottle off the cliff, then braced himself to stand up. He cringed in pain as his knees straightened out after so long, and his feet were still kinda numb, but he’d have to walk it out eventually, so he might as well get a move on before it got really dark. He could worry about picking his van up tomorrow. At least Forest Hills wasn’t too far from here.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #metalsandwich #harringroveson #msb2024

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petra-creat0r · 6 months ago

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Deltarune: Fool's Fate Ch. 1 Secret Boss

So I've decided I should probably post refs of my Fool's Fate bosses since I did that for my prediction bosses and since I'm including them in my secret boss reactions, it'd probably be useful that people know who the heck they are.

Though Dorothy and her backstory has been mentioned on my side blog @apupp3tw0-strings as Chicago learned about it in real time, and I've mentioned her a few times here, I'm betting most of you don't really know about her as I haven't actually posted her backstory here. So here you go.

(Dorothy's battle theme by my wonderful friend @kierangecko)

Her name isn't intentionally a Wizard of Oz reference (though looking at her outfit during her height I can see it), but instead as it means "Gift of God", which will make more sense when I get into her backstory and how she met the "strange someone". Basically, her name, her whole identity, was a gift from what could be considered A God. Perhaps more of the eldritch variety to Darkners but still a God.

Her text quirk is speaking in clips stitched together from those she's heard, aka other dialogue from Undertale, Deltarune, or Fool's Fate for the purposes of me playing her in an RP I've been running on my Discord server. She has no voice of her own, and can only mimic the voice's she's heard.

I love Dorothy. She snowballed from me getting the idea of a mannequin or something without identity or purpose that was given one by the "strange someone". I also think she'll hold a place in my heart as the first secret boss I created straight up. Before even thinking of making Bitsy, Elymas, or Veratus. Back when I was in the mind set of "I don't want too make prediction bosses because I'll get it wrong when the chapters come out and it'll be ruined." Now I have had character development and said "Fuck it. I'm making my own take, this was gonna diverge from canon anyways."

I still need to finish my Dorothy plush.

Backstory under the cut

She used to be nothing but a blank doll. An empty face with no name, no identity, no purpose. A blank slate longing to be filled. Her Light World counter part is a DIY doll kit that was meant to be a Gyftmas gift for Broadway, but was left up in the attic and forgotten about.

No one paid any mind to her. Barely anyone knew she existed as she wandered aimlessly around the Dusty Plains. Her only companion being the snake fortune teller who'd set up shop out in the Plains. Jeanie would listen to the doll even without her saying a word, and read her fates many time. Each time the snake assuring the doll that her future held infinite potential.

On day though, the doll came across a man. A strange someone who offered to lend her a hand. He gave her an identity. A face, a voice, a name. Dorothy. And after pulling the last thread to give her a mouth, the man gave Dorothy a purpose. Live the life she wished to lead, but come to him if she needed anymore help. And so she did. The first step in the man's new plan.

With the man's help, Dorothy was finally recognized and rose in popularity. Eventually joining the Upper Choir, the governing force over the Land of Attica. Dorothy couldn't be happier. People knew her. People talked to her. People... listened to her. It was around this time that the man enacted the next phase of his plan. Showing Dorothy the truth of this world. Revealing that they were all nothing more than a bunch of dusted toys and clothes up in an attic. The Lightners they all worshiped weren't coming back for them.

The rest of the Choir didn't like it when Dorothy started spreading this new gospel. They exiled her back to the Dusty Plains. This outraged the ragdoll. They refused to see the truth. They were blind. All of them were blind, blind fools. In her exile, Dorothy was driven to violence, ripping the Plains apart with pins and needles, attempting to puppeteer those who refused to see the truth right in front of them. She had to be stopped.

And to think that her only friend since the beginning was the one to call the Choir Guard.

Dorothy was locked away for quote "Your own and every one else's safety." She yelled and screamed at that stupid Magician as he walked back to the elevator, leaving Dorothy all alone in a padded cell forever.

... That was until a possessed puppet and his companions happened to find their way down.

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Her story is meant to mirror/parallel Jevil's in a way, though it also takes a bit from Spamton's. I think I've gotten better at writing secret boss backstory's since making my prediction bosses, but I still like Dorothy and her backstory. She and Jevil are friends post Fool's Fate Chapter 1.

#deltarune #deltarune fan character #deltarune secret boss #dorothy #Deltarune: Fool's Fate #dr atticworld #dr:ff atticworld #deltarune oc #petra's deltarune take #deltarune au #petra art

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dangermousie · 1 year ago

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Farscape rewatch - Won’t Get Fooled Again, 2x15

Won't Get Fooled Again is one of my all time favorite episodes. In fact, it is in the running for THE favorite non-multi-parter, together with Terra Firma and Constellation of Doubt (both from S4). Its mixture of genuine hilarity and equally genuine dark horror is so on brand.

(The whole show summed up.)

I love how a little off-kilter it is even in the beginning: when John wakes up in a world that's a little too candy-bright, too sharp-lit and there is discordant music throughout, in the background but insistent.

I love his reactions to yet another species messing with his mind: it starts as a blase-angry acceptance, a sort of weariness tinged with hysteria. 'Oh, we are at it again’ (the list of possible instigators he rattles off tells its own tale but it ends up none of them but yet someone else) but this emotion is something that degenerates into panic and devastation soon enough, because Crichton, no matter how he likes to pretend, is simply not twisted enough for the games others play with him.

And of course the layer cake of horrors keeps building - not just with events and interactions inside his mind which get more and more awful but in discovery of what is going on - not just the discovery that he has a chip of Scorpius in his mind but that now that he’s a target of Scorpius this means he’s a target of Scarrans because they want to know why Scorpius wants him - we have started on the path where he becomes the most wanted man in the Galaxy with all its adjacent horrors (and I will always like Farscape that all of it starts with a good and selfless deeds - the ancients in a moment of kindness gave him a path to eventually go home. And John went down to the Peacekeeper Base to save Aeryn. And all this brings is madness and pain. Goodness does not guarantee anything; it truly is its own reward because there is nothing else you can gain from it. But the ancients really did pick right, didn’t they? John is smart and stubborn and good enough to fight the universe to protect wormholes; he’s probably the most appropriate person, and it still ends up being almost not enough.) And of course, the offhand comment Chip Scorpy makes that no, John has been approaching this all wrong - Scarran doesn’t want to fool him, he wants to break him. There is always another additional layer of cruelty and unreason Crichton does not anticipate because he’s simply not twisted enough.

This episode has some utterly hilarious moments (Crais in Dorothy’s heels reading the world’s most twisted version of Miranda’s rights, Rygel as the boss, anything with D'Argo), some moments that are both funny and disturbing, and then some moments that are truly horrifying. Starting with when John's dead mother is first brought up, the Scarran can tell that he has hit something that will help him drive Crichton over the edge, and the whole thing turns repulsive pretty quick. It starts with her talking to him, and it kills me that even though he knows she is dead, and that he tries to fight it, he can't help but want to be hugged, to be held by her again. He holds her even as he breaks down and he just looks so weary. And her comment about his lost innocence, and the fact that he has killed and that is why he cannot sleep at night is just...it's so enormous, because it's of course, his own subconscious talking to him here, but he so wants to believe he is worthy of consolation.

And then later, in one of the most wrenching scenes, she appears again, with the IV and sick, and probably the way she looked as she was dying and begs him to stay with her 'this time' and he just goes to pieces, and he is weeping, unprettily, he looks utterly destroyed and is crying 'this is cruel, this is cruel' and stumbles away. He begs for it to stop but in that world, begging is not a signal for mercy but to go harder. That is just KILLER.

Or the bit where he sees his parents bicker over whether it's better to have him or a dog. And then there is the 'Oedipal' scene where she tries to seduce him and I get full body shudders. Farscape never shied away from taboos or oddness, witness the scene in the same ep with Rygel in dominator outfit telling “bitches” Chiana, Zhaan and Aeryn to get out of the way “Crichton is mine:”

(Side note - I actually love that in real world or nightmares, Crichton is most often the victim and target of violence or mindfucks or just plain cruelty and not all-mighty victor or perpetrator of same or w/e. He is smart and tough but guess what, there is always someone in the universe who can be smarter or tougher and definitely infinitely more evil and willing to cross lines he’s not willing to cross and not coming always on top does not make him weak, it just makes him human.)

But that scene with his mother is one of the closest I ever came to watching through my fingers. The wonder is not that Crichton goes insane by the end of this season, but that it took this long!

Another thing that is so notable is Crichton's off-hand nihilism. How different from the other, earlier 'mess up his mind’ ep, AHR: he crashes the car he is in, he shoots at the assembled fake Moyans. And there is no pause, he just does it: he doesn't know what it would lead to, but his reaction is almost automatic. The scenes with Harvey (and that is the ep he gets named in!) are brilliant: Crichton, laughing without any mirth, naming his chip (because everything is so insane, this is about the most sane thing of the bunch), Harvey revealing everything only to erase it. The last scene when Crichton tries to mouth what he has learned and not being about to make sounds, able to at first, only through sheer stubbornness, but then losing even that. That so made me think of end of S2 and him equally mute, contorted on the surgical table.

And, of course, Aeryn. This time I noticed that when 'Bettina' kisses 'Gary,' even though he knows both are fakes, the look he gives them? Whoa.

Or that his first reaction when he first sees her in that world is to ask for help because he is so used to her being on his side (but this world is less comforting than AHR and any assistance is taken from him.)

But you know what gets me even more? The scene with the disco ball. Because John's subconscious believed more than anything that Aeryn would come and save him. After all, she 'is the Radiant Aeryn Sun.' And all he got was another mindfuck.

(the way he gropes for her boot!)

Yeah. This ep is funny, heartbreaking, brilliant and disturbing. You know what struck me this time? There is so much hurt, but no comfort at all. It ends as disorientingly as it begins with John in that shaft, mind recently erased, recently brought back from clinical death, having to find his own way out, having just lost crucial knowledge and not knowing it, nobody around. All hurt no comfort.

PS the fact that Crichton only survives with his mind intact because someone else has already hijacked his mind is one of the darkest mindfucks in this show. He does not win against the Scarran through strength of mind or power of will. He wins because he’s already enslaved and claimed.

#farscape

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burstfoot · 1 year ago

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Arknights, 2 and 13

2 because i'm curious

13 because of the ask i got :)

Thank you for the prompts annie!!! 2. Oh jeez to pick from three??? To pick from three??? I guess if I had to pick (and this isnt from most to least fav just an arbitrary order) Goldenglow is one of my all time favourites, I love her design sooo much its so cute I stockpiled emotes and used her as an icon even before I actually started playing the game, and then when I actually got to Light Sparks in Darkness I was glued to the event the whole time... her story about trying to give the Infected and poor of Caladon dignity and having such a simple dream crushed by the greed of the rich in the area hit really close to home... I don't think people talk about the scene where Haze talks her down from committing suicide enough, that scene is REALLY good and one of the standout moments in Arknights for me. Also s3 carries me through every boss thank u susie <3

I probably have to choose between Silence and Ptilopsis cuz they're so intertwined so it would be sort of pointless to just do both of them for 2 and 3. I'll go with Silence cuz she has way more screentime even though I do love Joyce a whole whole bunch Unlike GG I had 0 clue about her before I started playing and sort of experienced her story out of order, I read Dorothy's Vision and was like "yeah she's cool :)" and then didn't think about her that much and then I finally got convinced into reading the manwha and it transformed my mind forever... the complexity of her story and relationship with Ifrit and Saria and Rhine Lab, how selfless & passionate she is to make up for the things she did wrong... ;-; < 3333. The underdog story of all of these great minds in columbia being unfolded by a tired, dedicated 5 nothing owl mom is so good. I also really love her design and Nori might be my favourite AK artist so every piece of art he does of her I love seeing. (also i really like guardians of gahoole as a kid so im obssessed with owls)

^ the bubo bubo For my third I could go with like, Specter or Muelsyse or Flametail or any other character within my favs who actually has lore to base my love upon them on but I wont. Pudding

Pudding :) Shes so cute. Let me get straight to the point. I have seal 13. I don't want to be too negative on my account hashtag peace and love... BUT... Related to earlier mentions... I kind of can't get behind Redblade/GG anymore. It's not necessarily that I hate the idea of them together, but it feels like "red miraculously showing up to save GG from problems" is pretty much the weakest storytelling aspect of Light Sparks in Darkness that exists just to move the plot along and as a whole the pairing almost always feels like it severely downplays the depths of her character in favor of STRONG MAN protect CUTE GIRL. It's a very stereotypical M/F pairing I'm much more interested in her relationship with Quercus or Haze, both of who have seen Susie at her lowest points and reached out to support her, as opposed to Red who pretty much just like. is nice to her and saves her from goons Also every single male doc / female operator pairing kinda grosses me out, it's pandering that reduces the characters to one note caricatures of themselves. If you read doc as male all of his actual in-universe relationships are made less interesting by being romantic or you are inventing a sex god chad that does not exist to magically seduce operators that do not interact with him in the story. I was going to call it self-insert garbage but the male!doc/female operator fan content i have seen is an insult to self-insert garbage.

[I don't hate m/f pairings btw mr nothing kroos nation. Men getting pegged. Mountain and domma and/or robin is cute too]

P.S. I like wracked my brain to find a yuri pairing i didnt like becasue i dont think being like. straight people are NOT COOL is going to be controversial at all on tumblr dot gov but i legitimately could not think of a popular one that i couldn't at least slightly get behind. even the worst yuri mischaracterization is fine to me ive seen the horrors of gachabro fancomics

#arknights #goldenglow #pudding #silence #its pretty late here and im pretty tired LOL so this is pretty rambly... thank you for the ask!!#suicide mention

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naivesilver · 2 years ago

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Crowsourced ideas for the EAH/OUAT crossover because I can't get it out of my fucking head apparently and I need to write them all down in a single place

Apple -> takes the place of baby Neal as Snow and Charming's second child, exacerbating Emma's bitterness because like, if you're a bit jealous that your parents are raising and doting on a baby like they couldn't go to you, that feeling must multiplicate tenfold if said baby is a little girl with blonde hair

Raven -> Regina's baby with Robin. Implies that Cora never dosed her daughter with an infertility spell and also that the whole Zelena pregnancy shebang was avoided somehow PLEASE I need this for my sanity. Has magic blood but ON GOD, Regina will bash Rumple on the head if he comes near her kid with weird power-teaching ideas

(when I made the first post about this I completely forgot that Sparrow Hood is a guy that exists in EAH, but it's fine, we can pretend he doesn't OR Regina can have twins - Raven and Sparrow are names that go so well together, after all! And the prospect is hysterical! Surely nothing could go wrong with those two in the same nursery!!!!!)

Ruby and Dorothy were implied to do some travelling together in the show, right? Maybe they could find the remains of a wolf pack like that of Ruby's mother, except all that's left is VERY mistrustful wolfblood young sisters Ramona and Cerise in severe need for adult intervention. Time for Red Kansas to become chaos moms and break some walls the girls have built, I guess

if Jefferson already has one daughter, there is no reason why he couldn't have TWO daughters! Enter Madeline/Maddie, AKA Grace's mad (honorific) little sis

Cinderella is already called Ashley in OUAT so I'd be loath to keep her daughter as Ashlynn but...Lynney? Lynette? Something? Anyway, a glorified Alexandra LMAO same for Hunter, though - for one, where would Graham get a son, and for two, would he name that son Hunter? Nope. Definitely not. Needs workshopping

other kids I have floating around are Briar (but Aurora is already pregnant in canon so whatever that's easy), Crystal (technically as the daughter of the Snow Queen she should come from Elsa or Ingrid's line, but that doesn't sound likely...maybe Anna and Kristoff instead?), Alistair Wonderland (probably Alice and Cyrus' offspring, but that would mean not interacting much with the rest of the crew), Lizzie Hearts (Cora has no right to a third daughter, so what's the closest thing to the Queen of Hearts? Anastasia the Red Queen? Idk??????) etc etc

and now the actual protagonist in my heart, Cedar Booth Wood

so because of Jojo's intervention, her backstory is established as such: she's the result of one of August's pre-canon flings that ends up in Storybrooke when she's quite young. That narrows the window of time where she could have been conceived before her dad was either wooden/a third grader/being a whole dumbass, but I wanted her to be about the same age as her friends and that means keeping her at about 5yo upon her arrival (timelines are wonky because OUAT's timeline IS wonky, but hardly anybody will even read so far, so ssssssh)

August is her nearest relation available, so that's why he gets a handful of child so suddenly. He is...a bit in shock, but he ends up loving her once the surprise wears off. Marco is OVER THE MOON because it's free granddaughter. Archie is just begging that at least ONE member of their family has a kid in a plain, normal way at some point in the future

then the angst kicks in because it turns out daddy's enchanted tree genes are just a little too strong and they resurface quite vehemently once Cedar steps foot in Storybrooke. Maybe she starts turning into wood, or has an averse reaction to lies, or both, I don't know I'd love it to be both, but I'm scared that I will get yelled at for torturing this child any further

the central point is - I was discussing this topic with @bewilderedmoth the other night and she had a STRONG hand in helping me reach the conclusion that a) this is probably the Blue Fairy's fault, so fuck her b) since Cedar is so young in this AU not only would August be desperate that she gets...cured? Un-cursed? Something, but he'd also realize that...shit. He wasn't much older than her when he got thrown into his personal hellscape. That's fucked up. Who thought it could be a healthy learning experience (see point a)? Unhand his kiddo RIGHT NOW or so help him

finally, this unreasonably funny concept from yours truly, to send you off on a lighter note

#ouat #once upon a time #eah #ever after high #sometimes I feel like that post about op consulting the michael jackson amulet in their pocket before ordering food #except instead of mj I'd carry around an effige of august booth #he speaks to me and ruins my life with these senseless ideas #anyway august as cedar's dad so they can both find catharsis when #au: ever after storybrooke

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yoshihashismattebum · 2 years ago

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There but for the grace of the Holy Emperor go I (or how I learned to stop worrying and love Taichi) – an essay on pro wrestling and 'struggle’

The following is an essay/article/thing that I wrote a while back on parallels I saw between Taichi’s story in NJPW and my own struggles with the creative process. I thought this might be a good place to post it. It’s mostly serious, but there are a few jokes in there to lighten the mood! Let me know what you think!

“Never try, never fail.” Before I started writing this essay, I could have sworn that that was a Simpsons quote. But no, Google tells me that it’s from Robots, a film I saw for the first and last time 15 years ago in a tiny cinema in Skegness Butlins. I remember absolutely nothing about the film, but maybe it had more of an effect on me than I realise, because that phrase has too often been an accurate description of my life over the years.

Take this essay, for example. I've been meaning to write it for at least two years now. But I haven’t. Why not? The short answer is that writing is hard! And in my head, the article was already perfect: wordless, but complete. I have dozens like it in my head, all perfect, all hypothetical, all unstarted. But I know that as soon as I put words down on paper, as soon as I commit to something, the imperfections start to creep in. Before too long, I’m faced with what the brilliant Dorothy Parker called “a pile of paper covered with wrong words”. It’s happening now. As I write, I hear constant critiques from the mouths of a chorus of imaginary critics, each with my own voice. I hate this. It’s shit. I shouldn’t have started here. Just get to the wrestling already! I haven’t even mentioned Taichi yet! No one wants to read about me and my insecurities. Ugh. No matter what any number of TikToks of tidy desks and immaculate notebooks might suggest, writing isn’t a clean or pretty process for a lot of people, especially those of us with anxiety disorders or other mental health conditions. It’s a constant struggle. And if there’s anything that sums up the general ethos of Japanese wrestling perfectly, it’s that word: struggle.

My first introduction to New Japan Pro Wrestling was the 2019 G1 Climax. Diving straight into a 90-match tournament may seem a bit like going in at the deep end. And it is. But I still maintain that it’s the perfect way to get into NJPW. It was the G1 that got me hooked, after all, and I’ve got friends into NJPW in both of the subsequent G1s that I’ve watched. I think the key is the round robin format. After all, the main way that we come to understand characters in any form of media is through the way they interact with other characters. In the G1 you get to see each wrestler interact with all of the others in their block in turn, one by one. Barring injury, there are no eliminations until the finals: you see exactly the same amount of each wrestler. Even perennial no-hopers like YOSHI-HASHI (sorry babes but it’s true) have to stick it out to the bitter end, by which time their chances of winning the whole thing have long since disappeared entirely. But as with so much of Japanese wrestling, it’s less about the winning and more about how wrestlers respond to their gruelling ordeal that defines their character. In other words, it’s all about the struggle.

I’ll admit that it took me a while to ‘get’ Taichi’s character. He definitely makes a good first impression though. “His outfit is so extra!” was probably my first thought. The mask, the hair, the gold brocade: it’s unlike anything else in wrestling. “Incredible!” you think. “He’s like an anime villain come to life!” Then you start to notice the creases in his cape, and you realise it looks like it cost £5 from a fancy dress shop. “But he sings his own entrance music!” you say. “That’s cool! ...Oh wait, he’s lip syncing. That’s less cool. Nice idea though! I wonder if he has a special entrance for his bigger matches?” Oh, you sweet summer child. No, it’s exactly the same each time, down to the highly strange entrance video which looks as though it was filmed in a French chateau. “Well that’s a bit disappointing,” you say. And that’s all before you’ve even seen him wrestle.

It’s his wrestling style I really want to focus on today. His entrance, his iron glove, his outfit, his wonderful tearaway trousers, his relationship with Miho Abe, his relationship with Zack Sabre Jr. – they’re all parts of the puzzle, and I could probably write an essay on each one of them. But, as is so often the case in Japanese wrestling, the bulk of the story is told between the bells, often entirely wordlessly. Back in 2019, I didn’t find Taichi’s matches particularly exciting to watch. He’d mainly use chokeholds, illegal weapon shots, eye rakes, and a whole load of other ‘devastating’ offence. Occasionally there would be glimmers of brilliance as he pulled out a sweet gamengiri or a brutal backdrop suplex, but that was about it. His matches weren’t a chore to watch, like some other wrestlers’ were, but they weren’t highlights either. They were just fine. I thought that it was all he was capable of. I think a lot of people did. I was wrong.

Enter Tomohiro Ishii. If you’re not familiar with Ishii, just imagine a fleshy fire hydrant with arms, legs and a permanent scowl. Apparently ‘chill’ is stored in the neck, because Tomohiro Ishii lacks both. He’s a furious toy tank of a man who batters his opponents with chops and forearms and expects the same in return. He’s part of what I like to call the “Dad Division” of NJPW, a group of men with strong dad energy who enjoy nothing more than hitting each other very hard in the face. There are many varieties of dad in NJPW (that’s an article for another time), but Ishii is a dad of the “you’re not going anywhere until you do it properly” variety. Ishii came here to have a fight, dammit, and if you’re not going to fight him properly then he’s pulling this car over until you hit him harder. No, he doesn’t care that he’s holding up the traffic. In wrestling terms, this mainly consists of him backing his opponent into a corner and then refusing to let them out until they hit him with a forearm that he judges to be satisfactory. When they do, he’ll whip out a quick reversal and repeatedly chop them in the throat. He’s one of my favourite wrestlers. He’s uncomplicated, brutal, and gritty. In other words, he’s the perfect foil for Taichi

Going into their G1 2019 encounter on the final night of B Block, I was familiar enough with Ishii to know that he wasn’t going to let Taichi get away lightly with his usual bullshit. What I certainly wasn’t expecting was for Taichi to be the one to initiate the fight. As soon as the bell rang, Taichi rushed for Ishii. It wasn’t his usual torrent of cheating and stalling either – it was vicious, brutal stuff: hard suplexes, stiff powerbombs, and lethal kicks. What followed was a tremendous match, a 12 minute sprint that never let up for a second. “Where did this come from?”, I wondered. But when I looked into it, I realised that it hadn’t come out of nowhere. This was the culmination of six months of groundwork that had been laid by Ishii.

The first singles meeting between the two was in the second round of the 2019 New Japan Cup. This match starts a lot more like I’d expected from their first G1 match: Taichi does a lot of rolling out of the ring, lots of stalling, lots of choking, lots of cheating. The usual routine. But Ishii refuses to engage with any of it. Instead, he stares Taichi down in the centre of the ring, repeatedly hitting him in the face, goading him into attacking. And to a certain extent, it works. Taichi starts trading Ishii’s forearms for kicks of his own, each one echoing round the arena like the crack of a whip. But it doesn’t last long. Eventually, Taichi relapses into his old ways again. A complete charge of heart all at once was perhaps too much to ask for. At the dramatic climax of the match, Taichi knocks the ref down and grabs his mic stand. You can almost hear the crowd roll their eyes in unison. Another bullshit finish. Just as the match was getting good. But what does Ishii do? He doesn’t try to dodge it. He doesn’t get a weapon of his own. He doesn’t try to out-bullshit the bullshitter. He just stands there, staring Taichi down, screaming in his face. I don’t speak Japanese, but his meaning is perfectly clear. “Hit me, you coward! Fight me properly! Drop that weapon and punch me in the face!” And you know what? For perhaps the first time in his life, Taichi actually listens. He drops the weapon and goes toe to toe with Ishii.

When I looked into Taichiro Maki, the man behind the character, I realised that I shouldn’t have been as surprised as I was. He was trained by Toshiaki Kawada, regarded by some as one of the greatest wrestlers of all time, whose kicks could fell giants. From what I know, the two were not particularly fond of each other. To say that Taichi has a chip on his shoulder would be an understatement (Taichi the character and possibly also Taichiro the man – the line is blurred, as it so often is in wrestling). But he also has a great wrestling pedigree.

It suddenly clicked for me. I’d thought that Taichi—that Taichiro Maki—was a fairly mediocre wrestler who was carried to a great match by Ishii. But I was wrong. Taichiro Maki is a very good wrestler. Taichi the character is a very good wrestler. But Taichi is also a slacker. I’d been worked. It was a part of the story. Taichi, the character, just hadn’t been trying up until now. Why not? I can’t be entirely sure. But I can guess. Because it’s all too relatable. I’ve been there myself. I was there for the two years that I had this article in my mind and repeatedly put off writing it. Trying is hard. Failure is terrifying. Especially when you’re haunted by the shadow of your mentor, whose shoes you’ll always fail to fill, even if you try your very best, because it's just not possible to fill them. Kawada’s matches have passed into legend. They’re studied like holy texts, spoken about in reverent tones by disciples such as Eddie Kingston. No one’s best would be good enough.

In wrestling, sometimes you’re going to give it your all, you’re going to put your body and soul on the line, and it still won’t be enough. You’re going to be battered, beaten and broken, and then you’re going to lose. Wrestling is scripted, and that allows it to tell some beautiful stories, but there can’t always be a happy ending. The underdog can’t always win. There wouldn’t be any impact to the story otherwise. For wins to matter, sometimes there have to be losses. Sometimes the underdog tries their best and their best just isn’t good enough. But in NJPW, what matters is what they do afterwards. Heels whine, complain, and find a cheaper way to win next time; babyfaces might do some soul-searching, but ultimately they pick themselves up, dust themselves off, get back on the horse, and give it their all next time. And the next time. And the time after that. And so on and so forth, sometimes for years and years without any reward (just ask YOSHI-HASHI). When Taichi was coasting on his underhanded tactics, never putting in much effort, he always had something else to blame whenever he lost. Not himself, never himself, because he never gave enough of himself in the match to blame. He only ever did just enough to get by, just like his half-arsed lip-synced entrance. He could always just shrug it off with a smirk and do exactly the same thing next time. Never try, never fail.

During the next G1 in 2020, this new side of Taichi began to appear more and more. He put on a frankly remarkable match with Kota Ibushi that saw them hit about two wrestling moves between them in a 17 minute match. The rest was all kicks. And Ibushi kicks hard. He was a K-1 standard kickboxer for God’s Ibushi’s sake. Taichi gave almost as good as he got, but let’s face it, he was never going to out-kick Ibushi. This was a test of endurance for him, and although he didn’t win, he didn’t back down either. He passed.

By 2021, the floodgates had been opened. Taichi was on his way to a full babyface turn. At Wrestle Grand Slam in July, Dangerous Tekkers (Taichi and his boyfriend/tag team partner, Zack Sabre Jr.) faced off against Tetsuya Naito and SANADA for the tag team titles. After a gruelling 30 minutes of wrestling, ZSJ was alone in the ring, getting beaten down by his opponents. Time and time again he reached out for a tag from Taichi, but each time the LIJ crew dragged him away from his corner. Wrestling convention would suggest that this was setting up for a hot tag, where Taichi would charge into the ring on fresh legs, knocking both opponents down to thunderous cheers polite applause (thanks covid) from the audience. Except the tag never came. Zack stuck it out, struggled through the pain, and eventually scored a surprise roll-up pin with his dreaded European Clutch. It was a lesson in grit and determination for Taichi. And it seems as though he was paying attention.

Three months later, in his final G1 match of 2021, Taichi was in a bad way. He’d had some fantastic matches with the likes of Jeff Cobb and Kazuchika Okada, but despite some impressive showings, he was lingering at the bottom of the table with a dismal 4 points. But his score wasn't the only price that Taichi had paid for his struggle: his ribs were heavily taped and even before the bell had rung, it was obvious that he was in a lot of pain. It seemed, then, like a merciful relief that his final opponent was Hiroshi Tanahashi, living legend and perennial good guy. Surely Tana wouldn’t take any cheap shots? But for some reason, on this night, a red mist descended over the Ace. Perhaps it was resentment at Taichi’s many years of coasting. After all, Tana had pushed his body well past its limit on a nightly basis throughout the 00s and 2010s to carry the company on his back. His knees are held together with little more than spit and shoeshine from thousands of High Fly Flows, but every single match his opponents target them without mercy. Why should Taichi get the support of the crowd for a mere two years of hard work, when Tana had spent two whole decades sacrificing his own body for the company and its fans? Why should he always take the high road when his opponents refuse to show him the same mercy? Or maybe he was just having a bad day.

Whatever the explanation, Tana was sadistic, assaulting Taichi’s injured ribs again and again until his opponent could barely stand. Taichi could have called it quits. He could have let himself get pinned to end the pain. He could have beaten Tana over the head with a steel chair to get some satisfaction and a way out via DQ. Maybe the Taichi of 2019 or 2020 would have done just that. But the Taichi of 2021 didn’t. He stuck it out. He kept trying. And this time it paid off. Just like ZSJ at Wrestle Grand Slam, he hung on just long enough to get the surprise roll-up and the victory. He finished the G1 on 6 points. It wasn’t a great score on paper. Two points lower than his total in the previous two years, in fact. But in the eyes of most, it was his best tournament ever. He’d finally embraced the struggle.

Of course, he still starts matches by choking his opponents sometimes. He still does the same shitty lip-syncing during his entrance. He still wears the same creased cloak. The tearaway trousers are still there, and they’re still great. Character growth doesn’t mean complete character change. He’s still Taichi, and he wouldn't be Taichi if he didn’t take a shortcut every now and then. But crucially, he’s also not afraid to try anymore. It doesn’t take Tomorhiro Ishii goading him with forearms to get him to embrace the struggle now. He’s prepared to come out kicking and screaming every single time. And if Taichi can do it, so can I, dammit. I won’t always get it right. Sometimes I’ll fail. I won’t ever live up to my idols. What I write won’t ever live up to the perfect hypothetical version in my head. But at least I’ll have done something, even if it’s sometimes something I struggle to love. And that’s certainly better than never having tried at all.

Matches Referenced:

Taichi vs. Tomohiro Ishii – New Japan Cup 2019 – 13/03/19

Taichi vs. Tomohiro Ishii – G1 Climax 29 – 11/08/19

Taichi vs. Kota Ibushi – G1 Climax 30 – 16/10/20

Dangerous Tekkers vs. Tetsuya Naito & SANADA – Wrestle Grand Slam – 25/07/21

Taichi vs. Jeff Cobb – G1 Climax 31 – 04/10/21

Taichi vs. Kazuchika Okada – G1 Climax 31 – 08/10/21

Taichi vs. Hiroshi Tanahashi – G1 Climax 31 – 31/10/21

#oli writes #njpw #taichi #wrestling #pro wrestling #essay #long reads #oli wrambles about wrestling

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years ago

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Sentimental Me, Chapter 12

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Lee had been watching her like a hawk since Bobby Briscoe got his release. While he'd made sure the rat bastard had gotten back to Manhattan as quick as possible, he couldn't help but feel even more overprotective of his girl.

Sure enough, the papers came through in record timing, and by the end of the month, she was a newly divorced woman. With it, came her confidence. While she had begun to work at the diner, it wasn't long before they started getting calls from Lisa, the owner of the boutique in town, asking for her to help put together a catalogue to send out to the county.

And then phone calls from New York.

Florence was all to quick to admit that her baby sister probably missed it, and lord, she wasn't wrong. He could see the excitement in her eyes when Flo mentioned it over dinner. Then he saw the sadness.

"What's wrong, Dotty? I thought you'd be excited about it?"

"I just," she sighed simply, "I-I don't know anything to do about the management side of it. Momma always took care of it. Then Bobby."

"Well, that's simple," Florence smiled happily, "I'll do it for you if you really want."

"I-I'm not going back to New York to do all that modelling, Flo..." she sighed once more. It hurt Lee's heart to hear sadness in his peaches' voice. But as much as he wanted to reach over the table and comfort her, he knew he couldn't, "maybe it's for the best. I can do the catalogue work for Lisa in town."

"You're not a catalogue model for some little boutique," Flo spat suddenly. Lee frowned, unsure of where the anger came from, but he kept quiet as Flo continued, "you've done international shoots, Dotty. You’re bigger than that."

"I-"

"I'll negotiate the deals," she said simply, patting her sister’s hand, "I'll make the plans this week and set up some meetings, and then next week I'll get a train out there to do some negotiatin' on your behalf, alright?"

"I couldn't ask that of you, Flo."

"You ain't asking nothing," she shrugged, "I'm telling you. I'm doing it. You always wanted us to be a duo when you were little…maybe this is our shot! Don’t you want that?"

Neither Lee, nor Dotty argued with her. In fact, Dotty had become excited at the possibility of working with her sister. And true to her word, Flo was taking a cab to the train station, leaving Lee and Dotty alone together not even a few days later.

She had begun to make a habit of it, so that every other week she'd be alternating between Knockemstiff and New York City, though that had begun to tilt, as Lee and Dotty found that Flo was beginning to spend more time in the city than at home. But she claimed it was because of the offers and negotiations.

But sure enough, she was always booked solid. And at the end of each month Lee would take the train with Dorothy; not wanting her to travel alone, and all of her photoshoots would be booked into one long weekend between Friday morning and Monday evening.

By the time the end of June rolled around, and yet another weekend of photoshoots were set in stone, Lee noticed that she was dragging her feet when it came to head to the train station. She'd had a suitcase packed and ready on her bed, but she'd been packing and unpacking it for the past hour. Lee stopped at the door and leaned against the frame.

"You alright, peaches?"

"I guess."

"Well, that don't sound too sure. Don’t you wanna go?"

She stopped packing the case and closed it up, then turned towards Lee.

"Lee, do you ever think that sometimes you were meant to do something completely different than what you thought?"

"What do you mean, peaches?"

She walked up to him. The two of them stared at one another, not saying a word for a few seconds. Lee chewed on the inside of his cheek, nervous that he'd say something silly.

"I just, I always thought that I was gonna be a model. Wanted to travel the world, and just be beautiful. Thought my life’s purpose was to do that kind of thing," she said simply. He watched as her cheeks tinged slightly pink, and she sniffled back some tears, "and here I am. Get to live that dream. Going to the city at the end of every month and work with these amazing people. I’m squeezing in anywhere from seven to twelve photoshoots in three or four days, and all I think of is how I can't wait for us to come back home so I can come back here..."

"What are you saying, Dot?"

"When we come home, I feel free," she replied, almost as if it were some realization she had just made, sniffling again. A little tear slid down her cheek, and Lee, not wanting to upset her, didn't move an inch, "I get to go back to the diner. Talk to Herb and Barbie, and the kids....and the customers...and when you pick me up after work, when I get to see you, it makes my day all the better…just the two of us...and then I come home and make us dinner, and then we watch the Ed Sullivan show while you tell me about your day, and I work the knots out of your back. Or the days when you're off and you and I go on drives and you point out all the little interesting things about the county."

"Peaches, just because you model doesn't mean that we can't still do those things," he said warmly. She leaned against the frame, mimicking his posture. Their bodies were close enough that they could feel the warmth of the person in front of them, "I ain't ever gonna say you can't do those things…those are a few of my favorite things too."

"I love those days," she said, voice barely above a whisper. Her hands found Lee's chest and she smoothed out his shirt, "like last weekend, when we went to the field that you love, and we caught those lamp bugs. You remember that?"

"I do," he nodded, trying to keep his head on him. His mind was a flurry of emotions. As her perfume wrapped around him, he tried to keep his wits. But between the closeness, and reliving memories that made his heart soar, he was having a hard time not kissing Dotty. He leaned forward slightly, and their noses brushed. He felt a grin come up as he thought of last weekend, "you were so scared when one landed on your nose. Made me come get it off you, because you thought they bite people."

She blushed. She felt like her heart was thumping straight through her chest as Lee's nose tickled her own, and his breath was soft and warm against her face. Her bashful smile pulled through and she looked down, embarrassed, "I never saw em growin’ up in the city, Lee. Thought it was gonna bite me something fierce."

He kissed her forehead and pulled her close to him. When their bodies were flush against one another, she buried her head in his chest and neck. He could feel her soft lips against his pulsepoint, and it made his heart race as he played with her hair, "I know, peaches."

"Lee."

He shuddered at how her lips felt against his neck as she called his name, "ya kiddo?"

"I love being here with you, Lee," she whispered against his neck, "being a model doesn't matter to me ever since I met you. Those things don’t seem to matter as much when we’re like this."

His heart melted as he held her even tighter, "my life's definitely changed with you in it."

"I think I was meant to be here with you, Lee."

"I think I was meant to be here with you, Dotty."

Chapter 13

Tag list: @krissy25, @lohnes16, @terrormonster55, @potato-with-hair, @infatuatedjanes

#sentimental me #sheriff lee bodecker #dark lee bodecker #lee bodecker #soft lee bodecker #the devil all the time #devil all the time

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a-dragons-journal · 2 years ago

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hi, im sorry in advance if something like this has been answered already or if im just wrong but ive been trying to research the topic but really wanted to ask someone personally

does this 'count' as fictionkin? ive first encountered this character in a series a couple years ago and instantly got really attached, ever since then ive mostly been daydreaming(madd) about him and i have an entire plot dedicated to him just living his life and its always from i guess my point of view?? like its him but its also me living through the scenarios,, i often go by his name online use him as pfps and just generally tell people "if they want to perceive me as something just have it be this character". i even feel uncomfortable using other names or at least not nearly as comfortable as i am using his. i sometimes even feel uncomfortable or weird about my appearance bc we dont look alike. i remember one time an ex-friend called me crazy or obsessive i cant remember for introducing myself w his name or trying to dress similar and ive been really embarrassed to admit how i feel ever since,, around that time i learned what kff was and have just been using those terms for now to describe how i feel and now idk anymore, this doesnt seem casual at all and ive never felt that way about a character before from what i remember (though apparently as a kid i did this with dorothy from wizard of oz but idk if thats just what every kid does, i would also try to dress like her and introduce myself w her name and i had a toy dog i would carry w me everywhere bc dorothy had one(i cant remember its name now unfortunately) and tell people about what going to oz was like)

sorry if i got the terms or something wrong im really new to this and it seems pretty complicated but i just want to learn and possibly know myself(??) better

I can say that what you're describing sounds extremely typical for fictionkin, yes. I can't tell you whether you are a character/thing or not - only you can - but I can say that "I prefer to use his name and feel weird about not looking like him, and I tend to imagine his life from first-person perspective as if it were me going through it" sounds pretty directly like a longform description of what many if not most people mean by "I am [x]".

I'm also sorry about your experience with your friend there; it happens to a lot of us, I think. The good ones will understand, or at least not be dicks about it.

Probably not as sure-fire an answer as you were hoping, but unfortunately that's the nature of the beast - hopefully it gives you some reassurance and help, if nothing else.

(Also, just as a disclaimer that you may or may not need - there's a heavy emphasis on past life stuff in this community, and you may feel kind of pressured to think of your "plot" and MADD daydreams of him as past life memories. Know that you don't need to. It doesn't need to be a "real" past life, as it were, to be "valid" and to have a real impact on you and your identity.)

#fictionkin #rani talks #asked and answered #anonymous #questioning #awakening

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hecatesbroom · 9 months ago

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2.07: Family Affair

“I feel like I'm going to explode. Dorothy, you have to help me,” Blanche says, as if it isn't already bad enough that she'd put her hand on Dorothy's like that. Firmly clenching it, a touch that sent shivers up her spine, the echoes of which Dorothy will feel for hours to come — echoes that will, without a doubt, plague her sometime tonight, when she'll try her best not to feel the way her body still reacts to the memory.

She'd thought that was bad enough, until Blanche straight-up propositions her.

“You have to do something.”

There is no way she can agree to that, of course. No way. Blanche's hand feels terribly hot and restrictive on hers, all of a sudden, and she has to look away from her friend.

She can't face whatever look she might find on Blanche's face — whether it's longing or simple frustration she fears to find most, she's not sure.

Longing would imply there was more going on here (more than Dorothy feels equipped to handle, at any rate) but frustration… well, frustration would mean Dorothy was just means to an end, a last resort; and she's not sure she could handle that either.

Besides, if she looks away long enough, and keeps her tone harsh enough, then maybe Blanche won't notice how Dorothy’s body responds.

Maybe she'll still be able to hide the way heat crawls up her neck — further and further and further up. And if she isn't looking at Blanche, it's easier to school her expression into some form of… she's not sure what it is she's trying to achieve, right now, but Dorothy's sure she looks at least a little stern, and probably more than a little uncomfortable (which she is, incredibly so, albeit for the wrong reasons — reasons she hasn't even allowed herself to explore or acknowledge beyond the fact that they're worth hiding) which is better than the alternative.

The alternative, she feels, would be looking into Blanche's eyes. Blue and desperate and inviting.

The alternative would mean saying yes.

And she can't say that — not now. Not ever, because Blanche is only saying this because she hasn't been with a man in four days. And Dorothy is her only option.

It wouldn't be right, now. At least one of them would be taking advantage of the other — and Dorothy isn't sure she'd like to be in either position.

So she keeps her face firmly in check and tries not to glance at Blanche all that much.

She speaks when she thinks she's ready, when she trusts her voice to come out right.

“Honey, there's nothing I can do. So get that look out of your eye and let go of my hand.”

She sounds the perfect mix of shocked and disgusted. At least, it's the best she can manage now, feeling the way she does, with Blanche's hand still on hers, and those eyes boring into her.

Needy. Desperate. Wanting her. Or wanting satisfaction — but fact remains, this time it's satisfaction from her.

But oh, who is she kidding? Blanche looks a little crestfallen now, but the moment she's back on her feet again, she'll have forgotten all about Dorothy. She probably won't even remember this moment.

Dorothy will remember, though.

It'll haunt her nights for years to come. She's sure of it even now, seconds after it happened, waiting for Blanche to say something or laugh it off.

She yanks her hand away and sends Blanche a glare for good measure, just to drive her point home, when Rose yells something in the distance. (Sweet, innocent Rose, who Dorothy could just about kiss for getting her out of this situation — except she'd never kiss Rose, of course. The thought alone is ridiculous. If she decides to kiss Rose, she might as well say yes to Blanche while she's at it.)

Golden girls ficlets: brain fog edition

On account of an increasingly annoying (but nonetheless stable) amount of brain fog, I haven't been able to write as much — but I have been rewatching the Golden Girls, which has in turn made me even more motivated (but not more able) to work on the fics in my wips folder.

So as a little compromise between my brain and my motivation, I figured I'd write some little ficlets exploring the girls' gayest scenes, and post them in a thread here as a fun side project!

I've come up with some rules for myself, posted under the cut so this doesn't run too long.

Rules (more like guidelines I guess!)

Ficlets should be around 500 words

Everything is a little extension of a canon scene

And most importantly: only one round of editing allowed. Because I'm doing this to get some rest, not to add to the workload (repeating this so I'll remember it myself lmao)

In terms of organisation: I'll reblog this post with every new addition and add the actual ficlet under the cut, to keep this from becoming a monster post at some point

#the repressed lesbian energy was so strong i could NOT resist #i edited this only very briefly (and wrote it at 2 am last night) so excuse any odd sentences!#golden wives #the golden girls #dorothy zbornak #blanche devereaux #rose nylund #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction

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idril-la-wiccan · 3 years ago

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Out of the Abyss - Act 1 Part 3 - A familiar tree

It only took DOROTHI a few minutes to find an exit to the woods. ABBI soon saw the light at the end of the path.

- “There We Are…”

Leaping out of the undergrowths, the doe landed in the clearing leading to BASIL’s house.

Adjusting her sight to the light of day, ABBI could see that there was indeed a path leading further south.

She petted the thing’s head.

- “Thanks a lot, DOROTHI.”

- “You’re Welcome… I Must Go Now… You’re Going To Florotopia… Aren’t You… ?”

- “If Florotopia is the name of the town south of here, then yes, I am.”

- “Be Careful… The Antothropes Fear The Shadows… Like Me… Like You…”

- “... Understood.”

ABBI dismounted from the doe.

- “Thank you for warning me. I’ll be cautious with them.”

DOROTHI said nothing else. She only bowed before going back into the woods.

ABBI turned to the new path. The path to Florotopia.

She could already see that the trees of this path were all blossoming. This felt welcoming to her. And so, she progressed towards the town.

The trees around the path were becoming bigger and bigger as she went down it. Most of the other plants were also bigger than in the rest of the Vast Forest. The trees were so tall that their leaves partially filtered the sunlight. But thankfully, it wasn’t as dark as the woods, far from it.

The path was also very sinuous, more than what ABBI would have expected. This was certainly why she stumbled onto some LOST SPROUT MOLES, these poor things just have no sense of direction…

It was only farther down the road that she finally found one of those Antothropes : a tulip woman.

The latter was murmuring to herself, not noticing the octopus who kept her distance anyway.

- “Hmm… I’m sure it was here, though… Why don’t the photos reveal anything ?”

Polaroid camera in hand, she took a few pictures of a tree that was oddly isolated from the others.

ABBI had a feeling of déjà-vu with this tree…

Considering the circumstances, she concluded that this tulip was ghost hunting. In fact, you could see by taking a closer look that the flower lady was indeed equipped for paranormal investigation. And judging by her clothes, she even seemed to have a liking for the gothic aesthetic.

As she was looking at the new photos she took, ABBI attempted an interaction.

- “Excuse me ? Hello !”

The eye that wasn’t hidden under purple petals looked at the octopus.

A slight jump shook the flower when she realised what she was seeing.

- “Be not afraid,” ABBI said immediately, “I have no ill intentions.”

- “...”

- “My name is ABBI. And… let’s say I have a mission to-”

She got interrupted and blinded by the flash of the camera.

- “AAAh !!” she covered her eyes, “What was that about ?! What’s wrong with-”

When she opened her eyes again, the flower was no longer here.

- “... you.”

She looked around, just to make sure the tulip had indeed left.

- “... Well… Too bad. I’d better keep moving.”

She observed the tree the investigator took photos of.

Yeah… there was no doubt about it. Aside from the bell-like flowers on it, this tree looked like the one that used to be in Sunny’s former garden.

- “...”

This of course was not the only copy of it. There were others. Mostly in the forest… and in Black Space…

The fact this tree also found its way into this new part of the forest spoke volume.

ABBI, on her hand, did not speak a word as she moved away…

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<<Previous part || Next Part>>

The next part will be a little more experimental in the story telling.

...And will probably need more than one post...

#omori #omori abbi #omori dorothi #omori sprout mole #fan character #Let's call her ''unknown Tulip girl" for now. =)#omori au #out of the abyss au #Act 1 #out of the abyss abbi #post hikikomori route #post omori route #omori spoilers #my art

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tatestripedsweater · 4 years ago

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Sinner

Plot: You were known as any mans dream, the innocent virgin girl that went to church on Sunday’s. It all changed once you met the boy who intended to destroy that innocence.

Warnings: Sexual Intercourse, Oral (Male Receiving), Blasphemy, Mentions of Physical Abuse, Not proof red properly

Teen!James x Teen!Fem!Reader

Word count: 2958

A/N: The names of his parents are solely made up since we don’t know anything about them

1913

Being the son of the priest within the local church he had learned when to speak and when not too, but the one thing he learned was not to treat a woman like his own father treated his mother. And due to this he started to shit on every word his father, Patrick, had told him from a very young age: ‘If a woman doesn’t do as she’s told a beating wouldn’t go a miss’.

James didn’t believe that to be true, in fact he was the one that got most of the beatings within the household because of him disagreeing with his fathers outlook on women. James saw them as delicate creatures, you were what could be compared to a flower blossoming, showing it’s true beauty to the world.

“Come here James” Not saying a word he let his mother do his tie once again, no matter how many times he did it she always saw something wrong with the way he tied it. It wasn’t in a horrible way either, Dorothy knew how her husband reacted if his family wasn’t looking their best at church.. or anywhere for that matter.

James almost choked at how tight she had done his tie, loosening it when she wasn’t looking he only smiled. He sometimes wondered what his mother saw in his father to marry him, was it his wealth? Probably.

“You know he doesn’t like it loose James..” Her soft voice was the only thing that spoke within the drawing room. Dorothy could only laugh slightly at her only child’s defiance, part of her worried for his life as well but she didn’t dare say a word against her husband. “You know.. there’s going to be plenty of girls at today’s service”

She spoke of this every time, being eighteen he should’ve already been married or at least courting a woman to do so. James wanted to marry, but on his own terms and not just some random girl his parents thought would suit him the best. He already knew who his mother and father had eyed him up to marry, James didn’t want to admit he found her beautiful as it would be following what his father was saying. He wasn’t a follower, James was a leader.

“Y/N is a lovely girl, comes from a wonderful family” James knew his mother meant well, she wanted her only boy.. only child to succeed in life. “Just try, please..?”

“I’ll speak with her after the service..” He couldn’t help but feel some satisfaction when he saw the smile grace his mother’s features, and with all that was said and done he wrapped his arm around her own before walking out of the family home together.

Sitting down near the back even though his father liked his family to be front and center, James couldn’t help but smile when he saw that you were sitting beside him. James could feel his mother’s eyes on him, she knew what he was up to without even asking. Dorothy could read her son like a book, she birthed the boy after all, but one thing she knew is that he wasn’t like his father and for that she thanked god.

You could smell the tobacco and cologne as soon as he sat down beside you, the thoughts that were going through your head were that of a whore so you refused to even make eye contact with him. James could tell you were hanging on to all the bullshit his father spoke off, just by the way you were dressed he could see that you were a good Christian girl, probably a virgin as well.

“It’s not polite to ignore the Priest’s son..” James hoped this would catch your attention and thankfully it did, gulping out of nerves your head turned to look over at him, both of your eyes meeting. “I’m James'' He decided to whisper so no one heard that the two of you were speaking at the same time as his fathers sermon.

“Y/N..” A soft smile landed on your face as you spoke to him, your voice was as soft as honey, almost like his favourite symphony. James could help but become aroused at the very sight of you, you weren’t doing anything promiscuous, in fact the innocent aura that surrounded you was the thing that made his cock harden in his slacks.

As the sermon went on, James’ thoughts only muted his fathers voice. All he could think about was your body, how you’d feel wrapped around his cock and the little whimpers that would escape as soon as he thrusted his cock inside your virgin cunt. James wasn’t a virgin himself, he lost it to some girl he couldn’t even remember the name of, she wasn’t important right now but you were. These thoughts were cut short when everyone stood up, some having started to leave. Had he really been day dreaming the entire time?

His mother looked at him from across the church and he knew what she was getting at, he had earlier promised to speak to you alone after the service was over. James didn’t know how his mother had convinced him to leave James alone in the place of worship, but James noticed a slight smirk on his fathers face as he walked past. Patrick must’ve thought that James was finally going to follow his instruction and marry a girl, but what James had planned was far from the truth.

He watched as you moved to sit at the very front, you looked up at a statue of The Lord as if you had some repenting to do. James wondered what you could’ve done that was so wrong, probably stepping on a bug because he couldn’t even imagine that you would do anything that was considered a sin. The only noise in the church were James’ footsteps as he walked closer to you, the rest of the town having left minutes before.

“You know, Jesus can’t save you” A shocked expression plastered over your face as soon as that left James’ mouth, you didn’t expect this and him of all people, the Priests son. “Whatever you have done, I can assure you he won’t save you.”

“What makes you say that..?” You didn’t dare look up at him, you kept your eyes on the statue that was half the size of the church walls. James didn’t know how to answer that question, well he did but the boy didn’t want to admit that he was weak at the hands of his father. He used to pray, every night in fact, that something or someone would come and take his father away.. that James would be saved from the countless beatings that were bestowed upon himself and his mother but alas.. nothing. So the praying stopped as did James’ belief at salvation.

“Just trust me dear” The small nickname wasn’t much, but it made your cheeks blush a bright red which didn’t go unnoticed by James. He could tell you weren’t used to much affection yourself, and he was right. Your parents were just as strict as his own but with the abuse, so if they knew you were alone with a boy even if it was the priest's father, there would be hell to pay when you got home.

“I-I should go..” Just as you stood up James moved so he was right in front of you, he was taller than you so the intimidation flowed through your body. “Please.. I should get home” Gasping softly, his hand gently placed itself on your cheek, you had never felt something so soft before.

“What did you do? What caused you to stay behind?” Your nervous demeanor didn’t go unnoticed by him, in fact James stepped even closer to you as he pulled his hand away. “Tell me..”

“I… I have these thoughts..” Gulping visibly you looked over at James just as he raised his eyebrow, urging you to go on. “S-sexual thoughts..” Just as that left your mouth a smirk landed itself on the boy's face, you out of everyone was the last person he expected to be thinking about getting fucked. Part of him was glad, you weren’t the sweet and innocent girl you made yourself out to be but the other part.. the other part wanted to punish you and fuck you until you were screaming like a banshee.

“Are they about me?” The bluntness of the question made you quickly look away from him, he wasn’t wrong and in fact whenever you touched yourself James was the one thought that always made you cum. You knew it was wrong, that lust was a sin and that you needed to beg for forgiveness.. but why did something that felt so good be so wrong?

Nodding slowly you couldn’t get any words out, afraid that you might spill too much truth if you did open your mouth. The next question that he asked had you blushing like a whore, in fact you even felt like one with the way you had reacted.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” Shaking your head slowly, James’ hand gripped onto your wrist and placed it upon the bulge that was forming in his slacks. “You feel that, that’s what you do to me Y/N! Now get on your knees and start praying!”

Pushing you down by your shoulders, your face came into contact with his crotch and you soon felt your cheeks heat up. You watched as his hands started to unbuckle his belt, his hands were big and the watch on his wrist only screamed that he was rich. Just as his belt came off his slacks soon fell to the floor once he unbuttoned them, you could see the outline off his cock in James’ briefs and the gulps down your throat didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Pull them down” Your shaking hands gripped onto the tops of his briefs before doing as you were told, as soon as you pulled them down his cock made its presence known. Pre cum was already forming at the tip of his cock, and you soon felt yourself grow aroused the longer you stared at it. “Wrap your lips around my cock, you don’t want me to make you”

Your wet mouth wrapped around his cock and you had to be honest, the sensation and taste was odd, you didn’t know how to describe it. But the noise that came from James as soon as you started to suck his cock was enough to make your cunt went, the saltiness of his skin and the feeling of his hands moving into your hair had you whining against him.

“Take my cock!” A gagging noise was heard as soon as his cock hit the back of your throat, tears falling down your cheeks as he continued to assault your throat. Your hands moved up to dig into his hips as he practically fucked your mouth, not being used to this at all the gagging kept up as did the drool that fell from your lips and down onto his balls. “Good girl!”

He pulled your head away just to have a good look at you, your lips were swollen and eyes red from the tears. You half expected him to thrust back into your mouth, to finish what he had started but you were surprised when James pulled you back up to your feet.

“Look at you.. if only your parents could see you now” The thought of them walking back into the church had you gulp, the drool falling from your mouth was wiped by James’ handkerchief. “As much as I want to taste you, and trust me I do my dear, I want my cum inside you this second!”

Bending you over the podium, James couldn’t help but smirk at how he had you. Your dress riding up, showing your underwear as he bent you over the very place his father spew about all the bullshit and gods ‘plan’. The only plan that was in James’ mind was fucking you until you were screaming, he knew it would echo and he half hoped that people would hear the two off you. What were they going to do? Pry you apart with his cock still inside you? He doesn’t think so.

As soon as the cold air hit your cunt you knew he had pulled your underwear down, being bare behind a boy you rarely knew had you blushing. He was the priest's son.. so surely he knew what he was doing. The moment you felt his cock rub against your wet cunt was the moment a moan fell from your lips, the way he was grinding against your clit felt so good and you didn’t know why something like this would be considered a sin at all. You were in heaven.. but if this meant you would go to hell for having sex out of wedlock then they can throw you downstairs and lock up the key.

Leaning over you, his chest pressed against your own, James’ lips kissing your shoulder as he slowly slid his cock inside you. You had never felt a sensation like it, you were half expecting it to hurt with all the horror stories you heard but it didn’t. The only sensation you felt was fullness, being full of James’ cock. A grunt felt from your lips as he felt you wrap around him, you were made for his cock and he couldn’t wait to make you his.

“Darling..” Wrapping his arm around you to help you keep balanced against the podium, James’ hips started to thrust faster and the only noise in the church were both of your moans and his skin slapping against yours. You could feel his balls hitting your clit with each thrust and it only added to the sensation of being fucked, James continued to kiss and nip at your skin until he was happy he had left a bite mark. He was careful though, he left it on your back, making sure that no one would see and that he would be the only one who knew you to be such a harlot.

“Y-you feel so good..” The moans that fell from your lips bounced off the walls of the church, the podium shaking with each hard thrust that James had delivered to you. The both of you were in absolute pleasure and not anyone could stop it, James wouldn’t let anyone stop you both. He could feel how wet your cunt was getting with each thrust he delivered to you, the wet noises as he pounded into you was enough to emit a growl from his throat. He needed this, and he needed you.

“Mine!” James was a rather possessive boy, he liked owning things and right now he owned you. Moving one of his hands down, his finger made contact with your clit and rubbed it in circles with the rhythm of his thrusts, which seemed to be getting slipper by the second and he knew he was going to cum inside you any minute. But he wanted you to cum first, James wanted to hear you scream out his name.

Your legs started to turn to jelly the more pressure he applied to your clit, you were almost seeing stars and part of you felt like you were going to pass out right then and there. But you managed to hold off, your knuckles turned white as you gripped onto the sides of the podium before screaming loudly. James took pleasure in hearing this, it was like someone was getting murdered and fucked at the same time.

“That’s it! Cum for me!” Your cunt started to tighten around his cock like a vice, no matter how many women he fucked James couldn’t get used to the sensation of a woman coming undone underneath him. You looked like a goddess and honestly he wouldn’t be surprised if you actually were one, your cunt was leaking onto the wooden floors underneath you both and just the very sight of that had James fill you up with his seed. “Fuck!”

Gasping at the sensation, you didn’t actually expect him to finish inside you. You thought it was just some fantasy of his, but never thought he would actually go through with it due to the risk of pregnancy. “Shh.. take my cum, every last drop!”

James had you practically pinned between him and the podium, panting heavily against your shoulder you couldn’t help but think of the consequences of your actions. You were going to have to do some repenting after this otherwise you could see yourself meeting the man downstairs, your cheeks were flushed from the very thought of his cock still being inside you. His cum coated the insides of your cunt, James was surely going to impregnate you at this point and that meant you’d have to marry him.

Mrs March.. that sounded nice. You were pulled apart from your thoughts as he kissed your shoulder once again, where he had left the love bite as if to smooth you. James may have fucked you like a whore, and he may have treated you like one during the short time you spend together but you couldn’t help but wonder if there was a softer side to the man behind you. His hands caressed your hips and your question was answered almost instantly, you didn’t even need to ask him to know the answer.

“Marry me..” You weren’t surprised as he whispered that in your ear, James couldn’t help but smirk as your cheeks flushed red. “Marry me Miss Cortez..”

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toomanythought · 4 years ago

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A critique of the magic knight captain's outfits because that's the kind of mood I'm in.

1. Charlotte

I've decided that she has the best outfit of anyone here.

She's got several colors going on, but most of them are neutral so It's ok

Blue and silver with gold accents isn't really a color scheme you can go wrong with

Could use a little more armor, but overall a rather practical look

Could stand to loose the helmet but overall not bad

10/10 something I would wear

2. Dorothy

I'm loving the energy of the pink in this one.

Honestly very pretty aesthetic

Not a lot going on, pretty much only pink w/ some black and white accents (There are two different shades of pink but that's ok because they're in separate pieces and nothing else is going on)

The green on her hat really helps make the pink less overwhelming, a great choice

Minus points because those shorts look a little bit like underwear and her boots should probably be black.

9/10 wouldn't wear it but I'd recommend a friend

3. The Vermilions:

It's pretty much the exact same outfit but Mereoleona wears it so much better.

The red and orange is kind of a bad combo, and I thought it was basic knowledge that redheads should avoid wearing red

The blue does work to cut this a bit though, so it's not as overwhelming as it could be

Kinda iffy on the pink sash. It really should match the cape by outfit laws, but I think that would put too much red in the entire thing

Fuegoleon you're pretty but that outfit really isn't doing it for you. Minus points for the lack of titty window. In the future show more skin. 6/10

Like I said, it's basically the same outfit, but Mereoleona wears it with a very different energy and manages to make it look good. I get pirate queen vibes. 8.5/10

Overall 7/10; I might wear elements of it.

4. Rill

The clothing needs a different style/cut but the colors are decent.

His cape doesn't class with his hair, and he's got the light colors well balanced with the dark

He looks like he's outgrown his pants though

Like seriously

They're a bit too short to be wearing without boots

And at least wear some socks to cover it up

Gonna give him the benefit of the doubt and say he hit a growth spirt and Walter hasn't had time to let out the hems

Shoes make me think of Tinker belle

6/10 I like the colors but he really needs different pants, and maybe shoes

5. Yami

Surprisingly not the worst but I am not without criticism.

He's got an aesthetic going that allows him to get away with a bit

As an outfit it's ok, but there's a distinct lack of professionalism going on

Sir are you really going to wear nothing but a tank top 24/7?

Also the over pant thingies make it look like he's wet himself

I like the creativity with the squad robe. No one else wears it like that

His outfit was better when he was with the Grey Deer

Can' figure out what's up with those boots

5/10. I'd never recommend wearing it but it's got a practicality to it.

6. Nozel

My dude you're rich enough to afford a stylist.

We're not even talking about the hair at this point, there are so many things that need straightened out

The ocean/teal blue he's got going on does not work with the periwinkle.

Also what's up with the pant leg cut outs. I really fail to understand the practicality of them

Why are there sandals

We are fighting people

Please wear close toed shoes

Also feathers and fur? Get it together my dude

While we're at it the feathers are kinda ugly in arrangement

3/10 I feel like someone failed to successfully merge two different outfits together.

7. Kaiser

I don't have a lot to say. It's pretty bland.

Very shapeless and fluffy

I'm honestly getting hot just looking at it

Aside from the buttons + gloves and squad robe, there's not much going on

I don't have many critiques of the squad robe. It's purple and yellow. Nothing too horrible.

5/10. Very generic and boring. Don't like at all but it's hard to come up with concrete bad things

8. Jack

Sir do you understand the purpose of clothes

It looks like an armored outfit so you get practicality points

What is up with all the leather straps

They literally serve no purpose

Please put on a proper shirt that covers your midriff

The pants/shoes combo is kinda sketchy

He needs to have either the black or the green running all the way up

Bracelets?

2/10. It's just... ugly

9. William

Sir I know your life sucks but please learn how to dress yourself. Your squad wears the uniform too and you aren't doing them any favors.

Feathers and fluff. Are you a bird dude? Is that your magic? No. It's trees. I know you like birds but you don't need to look like one

Please don't get me started on the colors

For posterity's sake I will now list every color contained within this outfit:

White

Gold

Red

Dark Red

Tan? Light gold?

Dark blue

Lighter blue (but only in one place and it's not touching the dark blue)

Purple. Because this outfit needed some more pizzazz.

White

Black

Get some pink and green and you'll be representing all the squads with ease

The style and cut is actually pretty good but the colors are beyond horrid

He tells Julius that the mask is tacky and then continues to wear it

And also match the rest of his clothing to it

He should have kept the mask as a statement piece and kept the outfit as one or two colors.

Honestly a very in character outfit because it demonstrates his inability to choose a side

3/10 I guess. I like some things about it but there's just too much going on. Bad overall outfit. Needs help desperately. Ask Mimosa. I have a feeling she realized it was bad.

#no hate i love all of them #they just make questionable decisions regarding clothing #william please sort yourself out #also fuegoleon you could be doing so much better #black clover #yami sukehiro #william vangeance #charlotte roselei #dorothy unsworth #rill boismortier #fuegoleon vermillion #mereoleona vermillion #kaiser granvorka #nozel silva #jack the ripper (bc)#cloverian clothes

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natashxromanovf · 4 years ago

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I don't wanna go...

Pairing: Marauders × platonic!fem!potter! reader

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: swearing, blood, death

Type: angst

Summary: No one knows what will the new year at Hogwarts bring. Well, this year was very much more different than the others.

A/N: Okay. I’ve probably hurt myself more when I wrote this than I will you. It’s my first angsty fic, so I don’t know if it’s good. I haven't mention Peter, but he is somewhere around. I just didn't know where to put him. Feedback would be really welcomed and appreciated. I’m sorry in advance.

“I DON’T WANNA GO!” you yelled, trying to convince Euphemia not to go to the party.

“Well you’re going,” she said, “it’s Dorothy’s birthday and she invited us, so you’re going.”

“But-” you tried to contend

“No argues here young lady. You’re going.” she stated, that mother tone in her voice.

“Fine, but so that you know, James doesn’t want to go either.”

“Hey, don’t drag me into this! I honestly don’t care. Besides we’re gonna see Pads again, so it’s worth it.”

“Fine,” you finally stopped trying “There’s gonna be alcohol, right?” you whispered into James’s ear.

“You know it.” he whispered, a smirk appearing on his face. Well, that explains a lot of things, you thought.

It was a sunny, beautiful morning. The birds were singing, the sun was shining through the curtains and overall, it was lovely. You and James were enjoying the last weeks of summer, having to go back to Hogwarts soon. You almost forgot it was Dorothy’s birthday until mom reminded you. Dorothy was your mother's best friend since Hogwarts. She is a brunette woman with green eyes. She loves to talk and compliment the twins each time they get there. And it wasn’t any different this time.

“Oh, Euphemia, you have such beautiful and healthy kids.” she said cupping both of your and James’s cheeks.

“Thank you” your mother said.

“I see Pads,” you whispered

“Make an excuse” he whispered back.

“We would really much like to talk, but we gotta go to the bathroom.” you quickly made something up.

“Sure honey, go.” your mom replied.

“Bathroom, really?”

“Well did you have a better idea?” you whisper-yelled back.

“Whatever. PADS!”

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my favorite twins. Hello, fancy seeing you here.”

“Oh, shut up” you said, wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling him into a hug

“I’ve missed you.” he says.

“Well, what am I? A potato?” James said, putting his hand on his chest.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby” Sirius said, giving him a bro hug. The rest of the evening was quite enjoyable, drinking champagne and catching up with one another, not hanging out since the end of the 6th year.

Holidays were over before you knew it. Now here you were, standing at the King’s Cross saying goodbye to your parents and greeting Remus. The train took off and soon enough you came to Hogwarts and the term started.

The first few months went by ordinary; with the fact that NEWT’s were coming, of course. You couldn’t wait to finish Hogwarts and become an Auror, as you always wanted. It was your dream and soon they’ll come true. At least you hoped. But hey, with Remus tutoring you and you getting your shit together, anything is possible.

Months went by and NEWT’s were getting closer and closer as were your nerves getting bigger and bigger. You really wanted it. To become an Auror. You and Sirius made a vow when you were younger to become Aurors, together. You weren’t worried for him, he’ll do all of his exams perfectly. He’s naturally talented. The person you were concerned about was you.

“Y/N, relax. You can do this! We’ve been practicing this for over a month now. Those hours spent in the library are gonna pay off.” said Remus, at breakfast before the potions test. It was the last one you had, the last step from committing to your dream career.

“I know Rem. It’s going to be alright. I’m gonna nail it!” you shouted. Maybe a little too loud, because half of the Great hall turned to you.

“Now, we’re talking.” he high-fived you.

“I know I can do it, I know I can do it.” you kept muttering to yourself.

“Miss Potter!” an unknown person shouted. Probably from the ministry, you thought. For the last time, you repeated your lessons with Remus from the library, before stepping into the classroom. The questions weren’t too hard and soon enough the lady said you passed. You couldn’t believe it. You did it! You are becoming an Auror. It was like a weight rolled from your shoulders and heart. For the first time, in a long while, you were extremely happy. And you couldn’t help yourself but play a little joke on your friends. As soon as you stepped into the common room a bunch of questions hit you.

“How did it go?” yelled Remus

“Did you pass?” asked James

“Are we fulfilling our dreams?” questioned Sirius. You hold your poker face on, trying not to grin as crazy and tell them the good news. They were getting kinda worried by now and you finally decided that enough is enough.

“I got an E!!!!” you yelled with pure happiness heard in your voice. They all let out a sigh of relief, pulling you into a group hug joyful words coming out of each of them.

“We’re so proud of you, darling!” Remus announced.

“More than you can imagine.” added James. Sirius just smiled, that grin telling you all of what he wanted to say. You’re making your dreams come true.

The graduation took place about two weeks after. It was a little bit cloudy, but warm day. It was a perfect day. Not too hot, yet still enough to be in T-shirts. The students, including you, were all so excited. You’re finally leaving this school and going into the real world. Tho you were a little sad, giving the fact that you won’t see your friends so often. But all that matters is that you’ll stay a group. And that did not worry you. The happiness, radiating from your faces, could be seen from a mile away. It was all you ever wanted.

It’s over. You’re officially out of Hogwarts. Tho you still were in the yard where the graduation was, you were now drinking butterbeer and having a laugh with Marauders.

“Look who we have here.” said a voice. You could recognize it anywhere.

“Go away Bella!” you yelled without even turning around to look at her.

“Oh, rude are we today Y/N.” you had enough. No way this bitch is gonna ruin the day. It was too good.

“Look, Bellatrix,” you said “can you please leave us alone, it’s just such an amazing day.” you begged.

“Okay, but I have to do something first.” she pulled out her wand

“What are you doing Bella?” asked Sirius. You froze. You knew she was doing some nasty business for the Dark Lord, but you never expected you will be the target.

“I’m sorry Y/N. He said I have to prove myself to him.” she muttered an unknowing curse and it hit you in the stomach. First you thought nothing was happening. She did something wrong, you thought. But then you felt a sharp feeling in your stomach. It was like someone just stabbed you. The blood started pouring out of your belly and you collapsed to the floor. It was like everything was happening in slow motion. James ran up to you with the two boys right behind him. He put your head on his lap, Sirius and Remus both on your sides holding your hand.

“Y/N, you’ll be okay, stay awake for me!” yelled Sirius. All of them were crying, not knowing what to do. Many people said that when you’re about to die, the whole life repeats before your eyes. It wasn’t like that. All you could think of were your friends, crying over your body.

“Pl- please, don’t be too sad,” you whispered. “It’s okay. I made peace with death a long time ago.”

“No stay with me, please.” sobbed James. You knew you were about to die. It was true though, you were okay with it. But right before it happened, you felt a sudden wave of fear and it got the best of you.

“I don’t wanna go” you murmured as you bleed out in his arms.

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maryjane-much · 2 years ago

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Elktaur/Reader/Woman PT. 4

It was serene to see the crystal blue waves crash against the docks, the well oiled machine of workers zigzagging around one another to get to their appointed places and you almost enjoyed sitting around to watch them work and toil. The sun on par with the humidity of being so close to the sea was enough to make anyone sweaty, it was putrid from the smell of working centaurs and some scarce humans here or there that helped out, you pinched at your nose trying to find a certain elktaur who was either still affected by last night or working his problems away. Your eyes drifted amongst the sea of Rift workers, some wore construction hats with a vibrant orange hard hat and jacket with big neon stripes, some centaurs seemed to help as the construction of something much more bigger was under way. You squinted, jumping down from the crate you were perched on while holding something in your hand- a baggie of shortbread sandwich cookies- it was a present and apology gift for and to the elktaur because of how he seemed on the verge of breaking last night and you didn’t lift a finger more than trying to tell him he was more than perfect as a centaur. The two of you only met a few days ago though so you weren’t sure what to say to him exactly without sounding like a ignoramus and disregard the troubles he was going through. Elktaur was definitely going through something and while it was something you’d never understand, you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try to let him know someone was here for him. You yank at the sleeve of a moletaur’s neon vest, suddenly startling the centaur who dropped his lunch. His shock wore off in an instant when he heard the baggie that collected oil and… Cheese at the bottom of the bag, a sticky combination as he lifted it up and shook it around a few times before turning back to you, “Whaddya want other than ruinin’ my lunch?!” You step back just a bit, waving your hands up, “I’m looking for Elktaur, I just came by to apologize to him and I haven’t seen him..” It felt like he was probably trying to avoid you and everything that happened, you wanted to assure him that nothing was wrong and you could listen to his troubles and hopefully he and Princess could… They seemed so right for one another, so perfect and able to balance each other out with social awkwardness and a charming personality merged into a relationship. You wanted to be there to see it happen, to know you helped them both out. The moletaur had seemed to be thinking while you were internally monologuing, scratching at his chin, “You’d best try his home, he told boss he wouldn’t be able to make it in today. I can give ya the address, been there a few times.” You perked up, nodding vigorously much to his surprise but the moletaur just got out some paper and borrowed your pen to begin writing down the various steps and coordinates you’d have to take to get to his home. With that, it felt like you were Dorothy on your way to meet the Wizard of Oz as you began on the cobblestone path to get to his home which seemed to be a little ways out on the outskirts of town- closer to the woods and isolated. As you ushered past some people, various passerbys had eyed you wearily for some reason while others paid no mind to you. You felt as though something bad had happened up ahead, yet persevered onward with the thought Elktaur was fine and dandy. He was probably home and enjoying his day off by napping or doing whatever it is elktaur’s do during this time of day and after a night spent moping around instead of celebrating his party. You get to the little cottage, the cobblestone pathway leading right up to the front door where moss and other plants grew in abundance which surprised you as Elktaur didn’t seem the type to be into this kind of look but he probably didn’t have the time or energy to make his front yard look pretty so his front yard did it for him. You still smiled at the thought of him with a little gardener hat and bending down to tend to his garden, how he’d present the flowers in a bouquet or perhaps even invite you over to… To…

Your face felt warm, almost on the verge of calling yourself stupid to forget the purpose of your visit. You pinch the bridge of your nose then rubbed up to your temple with a sigh, you were going to make sure that elktaur understood he was perfect as he was. You step up the porch stairs, letting your fist gently knock on the door and you could hear someone scrambling around inside.

You could hear indistinguishable chatter inside but that ceased for a moment when you could hear the clatter of hooves against wooden floors, you stiffen up as you hear the sounds stop at the door and you eye it in anticipation. You hope that he’ll open the door and let you come in to explain, to apologize, all to let him know you genuinely cared for him as a friend would. Though the door didn’t open, it seemed like he was hesitating, “It’s me,” you mention your name and suddenly the door swings open, thankfully being an in than an out door as he peeked through the sliver of the door frame and door blocking view. He was happy to see you, you could tell because you saw one of his ears do that weird little shake thing and the way his eye dilated to a huge dot- “I brought cookies and I wanted to talk with you.” For a moment, it seemed he hesitated to open the door fully because Elktaur thought you were just being nice and would only feel embarrassed once you got inside because people would start thinking something was going on between you. He frowned, ears pulled back and realizing just how awful he was to be in your life, you were going to think differently of him now, right? Before he could decide, the rutabagataur he kept around like an apprentice and/or small child pulled the door open so you could come inside with a bunch of gibberish spouted at Elktaur who stood there awkwardly with not much but a lily white vest on. The darker color of his fur led to it being near see through but somewhat opaque, he stepped back, letting you come inside with a look to the side; “You don’t have to force yourself to make me feel better.” His words stung you for a second, because in truth this was what you wanted to do for him yet he acted like it was a pain to cater to him and his needs. The elktaur scoffed at your silence, not giving you a moment to explain but still let you come in, his eyes narrowed to slits with a frown pulled to his lips and you eased up hearing the front door shut close. His back was facing you still, as he gripped the knob and his other hand rested on the lock, he was trembling and terribly so. The gibberish-talking rutabagataur had inched over to you, poking your leg and then gesturing to the shortbread cookie sandwiches you brought with you, for a moment you were surprised at the little creature as it jumped up and down to take your mind off the sullen form of Elktaur against the door. You hand the little rutabagataur two cookies before eyeing the elktaur and patted the space next to you, “Please, come here.. I really do want to talk to you,” your plea didn’t fall on deaf ears but it might as well have. The elktaur was reluctant as he peeled himself away from the door, brushing down the sleeves of his vest before turning to you, walking over to you and taking a space farther than where you were seated on the couch. You sighed, getting up to move clothing strewn on the couch that resembled his attire from the night before, blotches of cake and whatnot were on the vest, you smiled warmly to think of how much fun he had with Princess. Yet you felt jealous, not sure if you felt jealous of Princess of Elktaur to spend time with the other, either way you still pushed the clothes to the side and sat right next to him. Much to his surprise, he looked shaken for a moment as he looked down at you and felt the prickling doubt climb up his throat again, “Stop it, please.. I know enough to know that you’re just playing me like a fool,” his emphasis on the word ‘fool’ made you flinch, trying to get a word in but he wouldn’t let you, “I’m a centaur and you’re a human! I would never, I could never understand the life you live!” He pushed himself up from the couch, hand right over his heart, “The life I want to live is not being the person in which my elk half remains within me!” You sit there, stunned at his words but not surprised, the songs he sang before he left were still in your mind. A centaur that longed to be human, to be a man, to be taken seriously…

You pitied him, reaching out a hand to him and suddenly pulling the elktaur into the first embrace you had with him. He fumbles on his words, unsure of what to say or if he should push you back, he’s unsure how to handle this. This time, as he was stunned to silence, you got a moment to speak, “I don’t understand what you’re going through but, I know if you continue feeling torn apart you’ll only tear yourself apart,” you squeeze him tighter against you, feeling his body quiver at your heartfelt words and embrace, “You are perfect, in every way possible, every inch of you that you hate is another reason for me to like you.” He felt his heart skip a beat at that, looking down at you but your face was all smushed against his chest. Humans, the very beings he put up on pedestals and now one of them was telling him he was perfect and that.. You liked him.

“Your horns, your extra limbs, your freckles, eyes, fur, hands,” you brought one of his hands to lean your cheek against, smiling up at the awestruck and yet tearful elktaur, “All of you is perfection, you’re a beautiful creation and I would rather have you as you are than as a human..” You tilt your head to press a kiss to the palm of his hand, watching his flushed reaction as his face became red with embarrassment and unbelievably warm as those stupid thoughts took a toll on his mind again. You were making him fall for you and in such short time, he longed to just ask you what your intentions were when it came to playing with his heart. As your head tilted back to place to look at him, you felt him gently grip the side of your face and stood still as he leaned in, “Would… Would you love me? Even as I am?” He uttered out with such tenderness and fear of what you’d say. All you could do was stare at him, looking to his eyes and finding the sweetest centaur in creation looking back at you but you… You pursed your lips tightly, “I see you as only my friend, but the princess! She likes you-“

“I see her as a friend,” he countered but didn’t push it, instead he backed away and the lingering sensation of his touch left you as slowly as it came, “I’m sorry, forget I said anything.. I- I shouldn’t have asked that of you, we only knew one another for a few days… It was too soon.” He sat himself down, depressed he had made such a stupid move yet you gripped his shoulder reassuringly, “No, no! Don’t apologize! It was still..”

“It was still sweet.”

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