#even though i know things won't go back as they used to

[aceofwands]

Oh my god the dolphin fucking! I'd forgotten about that!! I was going to add a comment to a similar effect for anon to understand, as someone who has casually added a "lol yeah I sure read some inappropriate stuff as a teenager" tag to posts in the past, this is what adults who are in their 30s and grew up with the wild west internet in the 2000s mean.

We're not talking about rogue titty sightings, or reading smutty fanfic (which I sure was doing a lot earlier than 16 lol) - we're looking back like huh, I can see now that I didn't really have the maturity or emotional bandwidth to process reading that bestiality, or gore, or someone's smutty original fiction depicting an abusive relationship as romantic that you didn't realise was making you uncomfortable until you were 12 chapters in, or whatever the fuck it was. In the days before AO3 existed you'd trawl through the internet looking for random people's personal archives - the majority of which did NOT have the extensive tagging and rating system that AO3 does, so if you wanted to read some smut (slash especially) for a particular pairing you really had no idea what you were in for.

And yes, there was the back button - but again, knowing when you should use it was wisdom gained through lived experience. Because that's the thing, I don't think any of us who look back like, wow yeah I was looking at inappropriate stuff as a teenager, think that it ruined us! That's 100% the conservative Christian brainrot talking. We can just recognise now, in a way we couldn't then, that our younger selves were exposed to content that we didn't necessarily have the experience to handle. But it was only by having these experiences in the first place that then gave us that knowledge and lived experience to now recognise, oh this is making me uncomfortable, time to hit the back button and go do something else to scrub my brain of that mental imagery.

Like I can look back now and laugh at that core memory of reading "how I fuck real actual dolphins and you can too" as a teenager, comfortable in the knowledge that it didn't fuck me up at all actually (even though I'm sure most conservative Christians would completely disagree LMAO). But I also know that I have the experience now to recognise when say, smutty fanfic is depicting sex that would make me uncomfortable irl, in a way that I would have had no clue about at 16. SO I second all the other responses saying to explore real actual sex ed materials!! Smutty fanfic is NOT a replacement for proper sex ed any more than porn is. But they're both perfectly normal ways to explore your sexuality that you absolutely won't look back and regret reading/watching .... although you might cringe at your taste if you ever go back and try to read them again as an adult LMAO.

So I’m a minor (16 to be specific) and I frequently watch and read stuff with explicit sexual or 18+ content in it. I live in an extremely conservative Christian household and things like explicit fanfic are pretty much the only option I have for learning about sex that isn’t abstinence only. I do feel bad about it, especially when I see adults online say stuff like “oh i watched lots of inappropriate things as a teen that i really shouldn’t have” and it makes me feel like I’m ruining myself in a way that I won’t realize until I’m an adult? Right now I don’t see what the big deal is but i get the feeling that when i’m 24 or something I’ll wake up one day and be ashamed of this for some reason i’m not mature enough to know yet. Should I just stop and wait until I’m 18 to continue or what?

hi anon,

okay. I'm gonna hit you with something:

turning 18 does not actually change the way you feel about porn or sex or anything. the difference between being seventeen and 364 days and being 18 is nonexistent. there's not a magical switch that changes you as a person; that comes from lived experience. if you're 18 and your experience is still that porn and smut and what have you i something that you should feel bad about, it's still going to feel that way and a birthday won't change that.

look, the whole notion of "I saw [x] that I shouldn't have when I was young" is like. okay. so you saw something that was a little mature for you that you didn't quite get? awesome. did you die? no. most people's hangups about sexuality don't come from seeing a rogue titty when they were a teenager, they come from the culture that person was raised in that made seeing a rogue titty feel like something to be ashamed of instead of a completely natural part of life.

story time! when I teach my 4th-6th grade OWL classes (Our Whole Lives, great human development program) I always start by holding a meeting with the kids' parents. I've been doing this for seven years, and every time without fail some of the parents will recall seeing porn for the first time as a kid. these guys were kids when printed porn magazines were still a thing, so they were discovering them in all kinds of places - the bedrooms of their parents or their friends' parents, at bus stops, in the woods, once even stowed in some farm equipment. and they remember it feeling illicit and exciting, sure, and possibly making them confused or even horny for the first time in their young lives, but like... that's it. none of these people are irreparably damaged by seeing porn. in fact, they've grown up to be the kind of people who go out of their way to make sure their young kids are enrolled in a queer-friendly, body-positive, diversity-embracing sex ed class to counter stereotypes and misinformation they might receive elsewhere.

looking at things that arouse you is morally neutral. it can be a great way to help you learn about what turns you on, and even if it's not the best source of factual, realistic depictions of sex, it can still help you discover things - hell, I only figured out what the clitoris was by reading Young Justice fanfic (shout out Snaibsel).

you can't ruin yourself, at any age, with the media you like to consume. what makes you uncomfortable and anxious is the attitude you've been taught to have about that media, which is something that has to be actively unlearned, because it's certainly not going to just disappear on its own when you become a legal adult.

tl;dr obviously no one is making you watch porn and you shouldn't if it makes you uncomfortable, but if you drop it right now and come back when you're 18 don't expect to feel any different if you haven't done any more unpacking re: the conservative Christianity of it all.

[alessiathepirate]

Squid Game

CURSED WITH NIGHTMARES: Seong Gi-hun x fem!reader

Summary: After the hero succeeds, no one thinks about the future suffering he'd live through. They just congratulate him, they just envy him. Yet not even one hero is happy. Not truly. After the success, the only happiness he has left is 'her'.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistakes I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: set in season 2, swearing, referenced PTSD and survivor's guilt, mentioned death and/or murder

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Gi-hun often dreamed about them - the 'what ifs'.

He had been seeing many of them in his sleep for years; and after a while it had began to feel like they would never end.

And they didn't.

Some dreams were worse than the others - although they were always, always, about her; the last person he had, the last person he loved.

In many of them she died while playing a game - she got shot while playing red light, green light; she got shot because she failed to get the damn umbrella out of the the honeycomb... In some of them she died late at night, during the raids, because Gi-hun himself had failed to reach her and protect her in time... The worse he had ever had was watching her get murdered by Sang-woo - he pushed her though the stupid glass bridge; he killed her with the knife right before the last game; or choked her to death during the squid game...

Gi-hun loathed those dreams. He hated how he woke up drenched in sweat, not knowing where he is - where she is -, and he often accidentally kicked her in panic, since she always, always, slept by his side, curled up under his arm.

What if she had died? - The thought always kept him awake afterwards.

She didn't. - The reasonable part of him used to say.

Yet reasonable be damned, he never fell asleep after waking up. He just sat up, pulled her close, made sure a gun was close by and kept watch.

No one would take her, no one would hurt her. He'd make sure of it.

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She woke up late at night - in the hide-out, in the bed she shared with the love of her life; under the covers, clinging onto his arm.

She looked around, making sure they were truly alone, before she looked at Gi-hun.

She sat up quickly, kicking the covers off.

Gi-hun was crying, shaking, mumbling in his sleep - he was begging. Begging for someone to stop, to just let 'her' go...

It was heartbreaking.

The state he could still be in, even after all those years, always broke her heart.

They could never understand it. All those rich assholes, who let all those sad, broken people kill each other for money - they could never understand how they'll never forget, they'll never forgive.

They'll never understand that money can't buy anything; that all that bloody cash will never ever be clean. Four hundred and fifty four people's lifes were in that money. She'd never be able to buy herself nice things from it - Gi-hun wouldn't be able to do it either.

She gently touched her lover's shoulders as she leaned in close, trying to wake him up from the nightmare he was re-living. Her hands travelled upwards, caressing his neck, his jaw, his cheeks; her voice slowly became louder but never harsher... until he finally awoke.

She leaned back, knowing their heads would collide if she didn't; and quickly grabbed Gi-hun's hand, pulling him close.

"It's okay, honey." she said as she brushed the sweaty locks of hair away from his eyes. "Everything's fine. We're out."

Gi-hun turned to look at her, his whole body shaking; then he grabbed her so fast she had close to no time to react.

His fingers were digging into her arms as he looked at her with tears in his eyes.

"Promise me... Promise me you won't leave the motel in the morning!" she felt her heart shutter even further. "Please! Promise me!"

"All right. I promise." she agreed as she took his hands in hers. "I won't leave."

That was when Gi-hun finally pulled her close. He wasn't satisfied until he could feel her breath on his neck and feel her thighs against his.

"Thank you..." his voice was as shaky as his hands. "Thank you."

"Of course, honey." she kissed his neck before leaning back. "Now tell me - do you want to talk about it?"

Gi-hun shook his head. "No. I... I can't."

"Okay." she gently touched his cheek. "Do you want to lay back down? Go back to sleep?"

"No, I'll keep watch. You just go back to sleep, I'm not tired..."

"Seong Gi-hun!" her voice was like a warning, but it was not at all harsh or demanding. "I have said it before, many times. You don't have to keep watch anymore and you need your sleep."

She was sitting in his lap by then, while she held onto his face with both hands, her thumbs caressing his cheeks.

Gi-hun's lips were trembling. "Can you go back to sleep? After the dreams."

She frowned, her fingers shook only for a minute. The thought of them, the dreams - she hated them as much as Gi-hun did.

"No. Not always." she said honestly. "But I have a damn angel of a boyfriend who always helps me, who's always there for me." she smiled when she saw that his tears started to fall again, but this time around for a different reason. "I'm here for you too, Gi-hun."

She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then to his lips. She kissed him with all the love and softness she had left to give.

"So let's lay down, okay?"

Gi-hun nodded. He kept on holding her close as he pulled the covers over them - and he made damn sure she was covered up to her neck; he was like a kid making sure they were safe from the monsters who were hiding in the dark.

"I love you, Y/N." he mumbled. "I don't deserve you."

"Don't you fucking say that." she argued. "You deserve the world, you hear me?" he just made his hold around her stronger. "I love you, Gi-hun."

She'd take care of him this time around.

He always made sure she was okay, safe and healthy - yet he didn't want anyone to do the same for him. Well, she wouldn't take no for an answer. Not anymore.

"You know..." she began to whisper, as her hand found his hair. "The only thing I ever truly miss about those damn games are the curls."

Gi-hun raised his head and looked at her with a questioning look. "The curls?"

"Yeah." she chuckled. "Grow your hair out again. Please." she begged. "I wanna play with your curls again."

She looked at him with so much love he had no other choice but to chuckle through the tears too.

"Okay, I'll grow it out again."

She smiled. "Thank you."

They stayed like that for hours - until morning.

She played with as many short, hidden curls as she could until he slowly fell back asleep - and she'd continue to hug him 'til he woke up.

That night she was the one who kept watch - since Gi-hun wasn't the only one who wanted to protect the last, living person he truly loved, with his whole being.

The gun was close by, the door was locked, the windows were closed.

No one would hurt him. She'd make sure of it.

[sennerixx]

What bugs me most is when people say Stolas is "falling out of love with Blitz" just because he's not smooching Blitz to death or reciprocating the affection Blitz is giving to him in the final two eps. No.

Love doesn't magically cure depression, no matter how much love someone can be given, unfortunately.

His life before "MASTERMIND" was already a shit hole, in the throes of losing Blitz and the Stella scenario, the only good thing that ever happened to him was his daughter, Via. He says in "SINMAS", "You have always been the only good thing in my life," he's desperate at this point, desperate not to lose something so precious to him and a reminder he's probably not taken his medication since he was "exiled" so he's probably already "unstable" in the sense he's not what Via is used to.

After the scene with Via and Stolas, Stolas is most likely dead set on thinking Via hates him. He's crushed and is blaming himself for everything, especially after not being able to explain. He feels that he's completely lost his daughter, forever (while I'm hoping this isn't the case) at this moment it feels like it.

Perhaps it might've gone better if Stella allowed the phone call (though we all know that was never going to happen) and Stolas had a chance to explain himself.

While yes, it was his choice to save Blitz and take the blame. Stolas didn't do it to get away from her, he didn't even know how she'd act to it, it was an in-the-moment choice that Stolas didn't get time to think through and bear in mind, Stolas went to save Blitz with the idea that this was it, he was going to die to save Blitz, he wouldn't even be around to apologize to Via.

Going back to my first point, love doesn't magically cure depression, it takes a lot of time and can be very draining to deal with. Throughout the episode, we can see how exhausted Stolas is.

As a person who's suffered with this myself, depression is different for every person but I do know it won't magically go away just because you're in a relationship. While it can make you feel better, it's not a miracle cure.

Depression is something that lingers and takes patience, time, and a lot of gooddamn resilience to conquer, and even then, people still have their shitty days, who doesn't?

It annoys me when people have such black-and-white views on things or only see what they want to see, if some people took a moment to take a step back and actually reevaluate the situation, they'll find what I'm saying.

I'm not surprised Stolas didn't return the hug at the end because he's still grieving the loss of his daughter and Vias grieving the apparent loss of her father, he's still feeling like the shittest person in hell, still processing all these feelings and everything that's happened all while dealing with depression and an already serious shitty lack of self esteem, motivation and confidence in himself.

What im trying to say, Stolas isn't falling out of love with Blitz, he just needs time to heal, recover, and readjust to the new lifestyle he's been thrown into.

And with fingers crossed, work things out with Octavia in the next season.

[the-kr8tor]

hihi katy! ₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ saw your post and honestly, you're not the only one obsessing over our boy savior, especially after that tragic ending for him in S2. (ꎿຶ꒫ꎿຶ) i'd like to make a request for him cus he really deserves to be happy and taken care of (৹˃ᗝ˂৹),,, could you write a lil summat about treating his wounds or maybe helping him change, helping him fall asleep, babying him, etc. pretty please? ʚ♡ɞ only if you want to! i hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!! ♡

- 🐋.

Hello!!! Thank you for the lovely request! I had too much fun with it lol

Pairing: Ekko x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW injuries, CW blood, lovestruck! Ekko, CW needles, CW suggestive, no spoilers for s2, a bit of hurt/comfort, fluff!

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Ekko retells the whole ordeal that just transpired a few minutes ago, which was exactly thirty three minutes ago. You counted the time with bated breath, and you've been keeping time since he skidded off his hoverboard and straight into a wall after Smeech shot his board midair. Your eyes keep darting off to the dried blood on his temple, iron and crimson marring his handsome face. And worrying you with every second that ticks by. Even though he got out of it in one piece, your heart still aches at the sight of the various gashes and bruises dotted along his skin.

A hundred scenes flit over your mind, things that you could've done to prevent his fall. You would have jumped off and caught him before he hit the hard wall, or the end of your gun would have met Smeech’s head before he even shot his own. Your breathing quickens, and the harsh bulbs of the hideout's meeting room doesn't help the headache blooming in your skull.

He notices your heavy gaze, brown eyes glancing at you whilst he continues to debrief his fellow firelights. He's still the pinnacle of a leader despite his injuries. Your eyes are starting to get glossy, brows furrowed in thinking. So as he finishes off the meeting in record time and sends off the others to do a sweep around the area yo make sure no one followed the group, he's on you immediately the second the door closes.

“Hey.” Ekko's voice is soft, gloved hand grazing your chin as he moves your head gently to face him. “Look at me, breathe.”

Your eyes meet his own, hands flying to grasp at his wrists to anchor yourself to him. “Are you okay?” You finally feel your lungs relaxing as he holds you.

He smiles, cracking the dried crimson on his cheek. “I'm good, still breathing.” Grabing the back of your chair, he scoots you over to his seat, effectively placing you in between his legs, knees knocking against your own in greeting.

Shaking your head, your hand hovers above his wound. “Does it hurt? You hit the ground— I heard it then when I went to look and I—”

Ekko leans against your hand to ease you. “It doesn't hurt much anymore, see? I won't be able to do this if it still hurts.”

Sniffing, your shoulders slump as you place your head atop his chest, careful of his hidden injuries. “Let me take care of you, please.” Your voice is muffled by his bandana, feeling his hand trace the line on your spine to soothe you more. “I should be the one taking care of you.”

“Who said?” He jokes, lips pecking the crown of your head.

You lean away, staring at him through your lashes as you frown. “I did.”

Chuckling, he cups your face, squeezing you once until you're smiling softly at him. “Okay, just go easy on me, firefly.”

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You made a list for yourself to follow. After drawing him a bath, which he rarely takes because of his busy schedule, he cleans off the day's activities whilst you ready everything you need to tend to his wounds.

“You're not joining in?” Ekko asks in the tub, face scrunched against the wooden surface as steam rises up from the water. His hair is loose, twists falling over his playful eyes. “Water's warm.”

“Not this time, Ekko.” You say as you thread a needle. “I need to bandage your wound, and you know that the second I'm in there with you we won't get anything done.”

He scrunches his face, blowing raspberries in the air. “Foiled again. You're no fun.” The water overflows as he submerges himself down in the tub.

“Having an open head wound is no fun, Ekko.” Walking closer to the tub, he sees you above the water, eyebrow raised and voice garbled. “Didn't I tell you not to wet your head? I'm sure I double checked that you don't have a concussion.”

He blows air bubbles at you, hands reaching up so you can pull him out. Rising above, he wipes the water off his face. “Joining in won't hurt.”

You kneel down to level with him, arms placed on the edge of the tub and face resting atop it as you flutter your lashes at him. “If you let me take care of you for once then I'll jump in.”

His hands subtly snake over to your elbows, and you quickly know what he's up to. “Why not now—”

“Not now, tomorrow. I promise.” You kiss his wet lips chastely before standing up and giving him a hand. “Come on, bossman, don't be incorrigible.”

Sighing, Ekko surrenders to you. “Big word.” He says as he heaves himself up off the tub. Water dripping down his sculpted torso.

With a roll of your eyes, you take your hand away and toss him a towel. “Hide your bits, Ekko.” Laughing, the towel hits him right on his face.

“You like these bits though.” After he tucks the towel against his waist, he immediately grabs you by your waist, rubbing his wet face and hair against your own. He's happy to be back in your arms when he was this close to not going home.

“Ekko!” Your giggles bounce off the bathroom, and his guffaw is muffled by the side of your neck.

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He acts tough in front of you as he sits in between your legs backwards. The way that he grips at your thighs says otherwise as the needle pierces his skin. Hissing, his fingers dig into your pants, eyes closed as he stiffens from the suture.

“Almost done, I promise.” Snipping off the thread, you clean the wound with an antiseptic and then closing it with gauze and medical tape. The firelights don't joke around with medical supplies.

You still remember the time he first tended to your wounds. And how much of a baby you were with the needle.

“Barely noticeable, I think I did okay.” You hold up a mirror for him, but he ignores it as he twists around, chest in full display as cups your cheeks. “I'd take a simple thank you, but a kiss is so much better.”

Ekko smiles gently, eyes crinkling at the corners before sighing deeply. “I'm alright, firefly.”

You look at him with all the love in the world. “I know, Ekko.” Wiping a stray water droplet away from his clavicle, you sniff and the scent of your soap that he used wafts over your nose, making you smile. “You're here, and I'm here. We're okay.” Nodding, you reassure him.

His thumb brushes along under your eye before leaning in to kiss you like it's the first time. Eyes closed, a single tear escapes from him as you cradle him in your arms, hands holding him in place and anchoring him to you.

Reluctantly pulling away, he pauses for a second before pecking each of your cheeks, then your forehead and whole face until you're giggling in his arms and with himself chuckling with every kiss.

Your hands run along his arms, feeling the muscles stretch underneath and the goosebumps that are left in your wake. “Aren't you cold?” You say in between his kisses.

Ekko pauses from attacking your face, and smiles fondly at you. He shakes his head, nose scrunched up. “No.”

“You sure?” You poke his chest, feeling how cool his skin has become since getting out of the bath. He shivers against your cold finger. You raise a teasing eyebrow at him as he sighs.

“...fine.”

“Arms raised up, bossman.” Patting his bicep, you grab a clean shirt you've prepared for him right next to you on the bed. When you turn back towards him, surprisingly, he has his arms raised up and waiting.

You unabashedly roam your eyes over the muscles of his chest. Effectively ogling him as he smirks at you.

“Shirt off then?” Ekko drops his hands down to his lap, head tilting as your eyes meet with his own. Finding that they have the same glint in them like your own.

“No shirt.” You say, tossing the shirt away before finding yourself pushed down on the soft mattress.

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[soniclozdplove]

When Wukong had invited then to watch him train his apprentice, they hadn't expected the monkey to then take them to a neighboring mountain peak, far enough that they could just barely make out the cliff where Wukong's home resided. The young man Wukong had called his apprentice was already there, leaning casually on Ruyi Jingu Bang as though it were a normal walking stick. The moment he spotted the staff, Tripitaka noticed Wukong's eyes narrow and he frowned.

"Put it away, kid."

"What!?" MK looked at him in shock, seemingly unable to comprehend why his master would tell him to disarm himself, stumbling and nearly falling in his haste, "But how am I supposed to train without the staff!?"

"That's the thing..." Wukong mused in reply, gracefully stepping down from his cloud, which faded away and left Tripitaka and his students to quickly scramble to prevent a not so graceful fall, and putting a paw to his hip, "We aren't training with the staff. You're starting to become too dependent on a magic stick, so this time, we're going without weapons."

"But..." At this, MK looked nervous, "the only times over ever fought without the staff was when..."

Both Wukong and MK visibly flinched at whatever thought the boy's words brought up. After a moment, Wukong let out a deep sigh, placing a paw on his apprentice's shoulder. Giving him a gentle smile as he spoke softly.

"Kid. We don't need to go that far, not today. I was talking about teaching you hand to hand combat with you, as you are, right now. No mystic monkey powers. That can come later, when I know you losing your weapon won't force you into that position."

"But what if I lose control again?" Mk asks, voice sounding small, "What if I hurt you?"

The word 'again left unspoken, but it's hung through the air. Even those who'd never seen whatever it was the two were implying could sense it. Wujing coughed, looking at Tripitaka as is tonask if they should ask. The monk shook his head in reply, they'd agreed when Wukong allowed them to come not to interfere with how Wukong trains his student, plus he himself wanted to see how his most destructive disciple would handle this task.

"Kid." Wukong's voice, if possible, became softer as he poked MK's nose with a claw, "What was the first thing I ever taught you? That very first lesson."

"Um... practice?"

"No, the very first thing I told you. Back when we first met!"

"Um... you were watching me?"

At this Wukong gave his apprentice an annoyed look, clearly not appreciating his humor.

"Kid, I told you that if you could lift my staff, you could use it."

"But now your telling me not to use it!" MK pouted.

"And that wasn't the full quote, what else did I say kid?"

"Umm..." MK tapped his fingers together as he tried to remmember whatbwas seemingly a conversation that happened a long time ago "something about believing in myself?"

At this Wukong gave his apprentice a fond, approving smile, "Even a smidge..."

"Can make all the difference!" MK finished the sentence, realization shining in his eyes, "You said that I should believe in myself because even the smallest amount of belief can have large effects!"

"There you go!" Wukong praised MK, ruffling his hair as he finally got the answer the king had been searching for, "I believe you can do it, so as long as you believe it too, you won't need to worry about losing control!"

"Wait... you believe in me?" MK was laughing, eyes shining in wonder even as he laughed and pushed his mentor's hand away from hair. Tripitaka blinked. Wukong had always seemed the type to be difficult to please, it doesn't surprise him that his student might feel that way. He was about to ask about it when Wukong did something that shocked all of them.

"And just when..." Wukong started before roughly grabbing MK by his face and forcing him to look him in the eyes, serious as he asked, "Have I EVER stopped believing in you, kid?"

"N'rver" Was the muffled reply, which Tripitaka imagined was supposed to be a 'never.' Satisfied, Wukong released his student, spreading his arms out as he stepped back.

"Exactly, I've been telling you from the beginning kid. You're perfect! You're just the only one who doesn't see it."

"Okay, okay." MK conceded to Wukong's enthusiastic point, "So how do we do this?"

"Simple. You are going to try to take me put of this arena I drew, without using the staff!" Wukong explained, pointing his finger up as he seemed to go into a sort of lecture mode, "just like we used to when we first started training! If you manage to make me step even a single foot out of the circle, you win l."

"Okay! What happens if I win?" MK grinned, jumping to his spot at the other end of the rather large circle Wukong had drawn in the dirt.

"I'll uh... think of something." Wukong laughed in turn, "But that's something we can figure out later, for now you gotta get me there first!"

Based on the cheer the student gave, the lack of incentive seemed to make MK even more excited to train, where for others the lack of true incentive may have cause disappointment. Tripitaka smiled, pleased to see that Wukong's found such an enthusiastic student.

"So..." Baije asked as he sized up the two, "Who do you think will win?"

"Wukong." Wujing said without hesitation, "He is the strongest of us, and i don't believe the centuries have served to change that."

Ao Lie giggled into his sleeve, clearly amused.

"I don't know," the dragon prince stated, "We know nothing of Wukong's student and how well trained he is. Who's to say he isn't just as if not more powerful than Wukong?"

Tripitaka considered whether he should tell his students off or not, particularly when Baije began to talk about placing bets, but after some thought he decided to let his students have their fun. It's not often they get to simply relax like they are and he would be a hypocrite himself to tell them off. He was just as curious. Instead he chose to simply settle beneath althea shade of a nearby tree to watch the fight.

The two opponents stood on either side of the makeshift arena, sizing each other up for a good minute. Finally Wukong waved his hand in a a come hither gesture, crouching into a battle stance and locking his arms behind his back, indicating he wasn't going to use his hands during the bout. MK instantly sprang forward, running towards his mentor with speed comparable to Ao Lie's horse form at a full sprint, making the first strike.

Wukong simply ducked the wide swing of his student's fist, turning to avoided the following kick. In retaliation he kicked at MK's side only for the student to block it and try to grab at Wukong's leg to unbalance him.

That earned him a kick in the face as Wukong used his tail as a springboard to jump over MK and then trip him.

It continued on like thay from there, with MK making an attempt to take his mentor down while Wukong either blocked or dodged his attack and gave his own retaliation in turn. MK very nearly managed to sweep Wukong's feet from under him, forcing Wukong to his arm for a moment to keep from falling in the dirt. Trilitaka noted that both MK and Wukong looked particularly proud of thay moment as Wukong made an approving comment before swiftly showing the error in MK's play by using his tail to wrap around MK's ankle and slam him heavily into the dirt in turn. Tripitaka winced, noting the force was enough that had MK been a normal person, his bones would have broken.

"Alright, lesson time!" Wukong called out, putting a halt to the spar and helping MK up, dusting some of the dirt form him, "What went wrong?"

"You slammed me into the dirt." MK coughed out, looking more annoyed at being thrown than injured. At most he seemed a bit winded, Tripitaka noted, but not hurt in any way.

"And how exactly did i do that?" Wukong prompted in return, grinning cheekily at his student as he leaned over him, winking.

"You used your tail to throw me..." MK glared at him, pouting.

"Which you knew I could and would do." Wukong affirmed, "And yet you still forgot to pay attention to where my tail was and got too ahead of yourself, leaving yourself open with big, over the top attacks. When fighting with a staff, you have the reach to make larger sweeps and the ability to extend yourself further, making it so that you have more time in most cases to get yourself to safety after an attack or that you can extend yourself beyond your natural limits with less risk, particularly with the abilities Ruyi Jingu Bang has. With close quartered hand to hand combat, however, you don't have that luxury. You managed to unbalance me for a moment, but I was able to recover quicker than you were able to retreat, leaving you open to attack. You need to be more focused on what I'm doing, every part of me."

Wukong then proceeded to have MK do several katas and walk him through the attack that had tripped him, teaching him how to more quickly recover from that same attack and fixing any flaws he noticed in MK's form. Once satisfied, Wukong called an end to their lesson and the spar resumed. This time around the human's form was smoother and he was better able to keep up with Wukong's moves, managing more strikes that hit than times Wukong would manage to stroke the young man. Tripitaka considered the small break Wukong had in his lesson, how he had noticed a flaw in his student's fighting style and immediately corrected it, and realized he was also giving MK time in the middle of training to catch his breath after being thrown hard enough into the ground to crack the earth.

A kindness from a master to allow his student time to recover even while in the middle of training. Perhaps Wukong being a teacher wasn't as far fetched as he had first believed, if this was the way he conducted his lessons. It was a very hands on sort of training, allowing the student to make their own mistakes and learn form their own experiences, but still guiding them and teaching them along the way. Wukong cared, Tripitaka thought, both about his student's growth and his health and safety.

This continued on well into the afternoon with Wukong stopping the match on occasuons to review a particular exhange the two had until Wukong glanced up at the sun, noting it's position. With a huff, he sprung and closed the distance with MK, their final bout before MK let out a growl of frustration. Tripitaka frowned, confused as the human seemed to flicker a bit and then moved! MK suddenly gained speed, moving faster than Tripitaka thought possible and based on the brief look of shock on Wukong's face he too hadn't expected it. The king quickly recovered, blocking a devastating blow from MK, before pushing his apprentice back with narrow eyes.

"MK!" Wukong called, tail twitching as he unclasped his arms, kneeling at the ready, "I think that's enough."

To the onlookers shock, however, the student did not stop. But rather his form began to flicker going between that of a human and... a monkey? He swung his hand, now an open claw, and managed to strike Wukong in the face, causing the king to stumble back, one foot leaving the arena. In an instant MK froze, as if realizing what he'd done as his eyes, now a golden brown color, widened in horror. Even the onlookers jumped to their feet, Tripitaka letting out a horrified shout of his student's name as he noticed blood.

"M-monkey king!?" The monkey, for the boy had most certainly turned into a monkey in front of them, stuttered, "Oh man... I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to-"

"It okay kid." Wukong was gasping in return as he regained his balance, hand covering the four red lines how adorning his cheek, "Just got too into it is all! Happens to the best of us. Focus and practice will help with it."

"But I hurt you!"

"Kid, it's fine!" Wukong pinned his gaze on his student, stepping forward back into the arena to place his hands on MK's shoulders, "You're young and still growing. There's a lot of new instincts rattling around in there, it's okay! You didn't mean to hurt me and it's just a scratch. I get those from the baby monkies all the time during bath time! I'm the one who should have called for a stop sooner."

"I'm still sorry!" MK sobbed, leaning into Wukong's touch, to which the monkey gently pulled his apprentice into a firm hug.

"I know, kid. I know. And hey, you did good!"

"H-huh?" MK glanced up from where he was huddled into Wukong's arms, seeing Wukong grinning down at him.

"You won, MK. I stepped out of the circle!"

Baije and Wujing's jaws both dropped as they realized Wukong had stepped out of the circle because of that last attack while Ao Lie simply looked smug. MK himself seemed to brighten up as he came to the same conclusion, a grin spreading his face,

"I did, didn't I!" He exclaimed, "So does that mean I get a reward!?"

"We'll figure something out." Wukong reiterated, chuckling at MK's enthusiasm, "But first, you should go get cleaned up. Your covered in dirt and stonk for sweat!"

"Ew!" MK grimaced, "You can't smell that!?"

"Hey, you're the one who smells like that!" Wukong teased in return, flicking him between his eyes, "Get going, kid. I'll meet you at the hotspring."

The boy let out a cheer as he summoned his nimbus cloud and flew off, no doubt to go to the promised bath. Wukong just gave a fond laugh as he shook his head, turning onky to stsrtle a bit, remembering he has company.

"Oh, uh... sorry about that." Wukong scratched the back of his head nervously, "Instincts. I should have noticed MK was getting frustrated sooner."

"He's a monkey?" Tripitaka asked, gazing after whrre the child had gone. Wukong shook his head, gaze falling.

"We're not exactly sure what MK is. We know he's a stone monkey like me, born of the same egg that once hatched me, but not the specifics of how or why he is the way he is. He only recently began to turn into that other form, and usually it's only in times of great distress or frustration. We're still working on learning to control it."

"Control." Tripitaka raised a brow, remembering many a lecture to a much younger Wukong on that very subject.

"I know, I know!" Wukong huffed, "But this is different. MK has no trouble with controlling his temper... msot of the time. But he doesn't have a lot of focus and can sometimes lose control of his abilities if we aren't careful. Add in a self blaming complex and a super scary form he never knew he had being revealed to him in probably the worst way you can imagine, and we get a kid who's scared of himself. I'm trying to fix that!"

"And you're still doing a terrible job at it!" A mocking voice came from above. Tripitaka startled, looking up only to see that the Six-Eared Macaque was lounging in the tree branch above him. The dark monkey flicked his tail before jumping down, landing in front of the king, "Really, Wukong... we've been over this! You need to do better!"

"Macaque!" Wukong's tail immediately puffed up in anger as he growled the other monkeys name.

[bwunnydream]

Just wanted to ask, and this is personal, but do you support Dream still. I'm not hating, and I won't dog on you if you do. This is just a genuine question.

'i won't dog on you if you do' is kind of a wild thing to say, i'm not going to lie, and it makes me think you believe it's an acceptable thing to do but maybe i'm being harsh because of the mountains of harassment.

anyway, there's a lot of things dream has done that i don't support. i already made my stance on the whole r word thing clear though i do get why he believed he could say it since gumball used it as an insult at him and everyone said that was acceptable because he was ND and could reclaim. there is a point there about how hypocritical the rules are. still, i don't agree with it and i'm glad he apologized.

but i also have seen the way people have treated dream and refuse to condone that. the level of hate, harassment, and dehumanization is absolutely disgusting and no one deserves that. and for some reason that's like..... a stance that gets you hate. it's bizarre.

like, i don't know what i'm supposed to think when people spent years saying awful things that either weren't true or had nothing to back it up. all i can judge people on is the behavior i'm shown. i don't know these people so when they say 'behind the scenes', what do you want me to do with that? i know what smear campaigns are, i know how the internet operates.

and frankly, even if the behind the scenes things are true, i still wouldn't agree with the way these people are treating him. countless posts being hateful and dehumanizing. why would i ever want to associate with that?

like, what do you want me to say here?

that this is acceptable because a guy sent a long dm asking someone he believed was a friend to stop telling horrible jokes about him? i felt like i was going crazy so without context, i sent the dm to my OT and asked what she thought and it was just 'oh a bit emotional but sometimes setting boundaries feels like that'.

anyway. i don't like things dream has done. i don't support some of his actions and i've always been pretty vocal on that.

but i don't support any of what's been done to him and i think it's very telling that saying that paints you into a corner where you have to defend why don't like dehumanization and harassment because if it's against dream, it's for some reason acceptable and if you say you don't agree, you'll also be harassed.

[papyriasks]

Hi! Looved the previous ask you did for the Papyri, so i was wondering if youd mind doing another one for me? 🥺🙏 How about first time cuddling with crush? Its late and crush is tired and just drags the skeleton down on the couch to nap with them bc theyre too tired to think straight, how do the boys react?

Cuddling with the Papyri for the first time

(Underfell, underswap, fellswap, swapfell & Swapfell gold)

I'm rlly glad you liked it, thank u for the ask :]

UF (Boss): Explodes. As soon as your hands reach out for him he stiffens like a board, his first instinct is to push away from the sudden contact, but as soon as he realises what you're doing he practically topples over as you pull him down to the couch. His skull is illuminated so red you could probably forgo any lamps in the room in order to see. Lackly his jaw clacks in a loss for words as your arms are curled around him. He will be at a loss of what to do for the first 10-15minutes until his brain resets, but as soon as he notices your slip into sleep he will find himself staring, taking in every aspect of your face, and only when he is absolutely certain you are dead asleep he might return the gesture and wrap an arm back around you, breath caught in his throat as he keeps having to remind himself to breath. By the time you wake up in the morning he will be long gone, and will not say a word about it, as if it never happened.

US(Slim): he's surprised, enough so to send a jitter of nervousness through his body, but he'll play it cool, even though internally he's sweating. He'll laxly throw an arm back over you in return secretly panicking about every and each placement of his arms, he might make a quick joke or light comment to break the mood but upon noticing your sleepiness his tone will soften as he stares gently down at you. He won't say anything after that but it will take him a long time to fall asleep himself, both from being in awe at your closeness and the nervousness of accidently fucking it up. He'll run his fingers through your hair until he's fighting sleep himself, Soothed by the sounds of your breathing, but you best be prepared for relentless teasing when you wake up.

SFG(Coffee): he'll probably squeak at the sudden motion and then practically melt into the couch out of embarrassment but he will have no problem sinking comfortably into you back. Everytime you breathe differently or make a small motion he'll hold his breath praying you don't wake up because frankly he isn't ready to let go of you yet. A million thoughts will race through his skull and you best believe this boy is not getting a wink of sleep. You will wake up with his skull a breath away from your face, sockets wide open in surprise at your awakening as he quickly gets up and disappears like the wind. When you next see him, He will fake pout and make comments about if you wanted to sleep with him that bad you could just ask until you are just as much of a bashful mess as he is.

SF(Cash): bold of you to assume you will be the one to initiate the first nap cuddling session, this man will find any and every excuse to lay on top of you, the first time was probably when you were just lounging watching TV and next thing you know you've got the air knocked from you as you've now got a big ass skeleton sitting right ontop of you until minutes later he's snoring and you've got no choice but to accept it until you've slipped away into sleep yourself. That being said the first time you actually go to initiate he will be oddly quiet, processing that fact that you didn't actually hate how on top of you all the time he was and actually want to be close to him. His auto response when nervous is to make stupid little jokes or teases, he will probably tell you to take a guy out to dinner first or something as he makes a show of getting comfortable. Internally his chest squeezes uncomfortably. The lax and unperturbed image he is trying to desperately convey is not reaching his eyes, in fact his eyes never leave your face, not even for a second. He can't help but stare and process if this was really real. Every instinct in him is telling him to push you away, despite how handsy he could be, something about this felt...vulnerable, which was not a feeling he was used to. But despite he cannot find it within him to pull away from you. You will wake up with him almost entirely ontop of you, hogging most of the couch but clawed onto you , you will just have to wait until his stirs himself or wake him up yourself if you have any plans of escaping.

FS(Mutt): he won't even budge, as soon as your arms reach up and around him his footing doesn't even stutter, instead he just turns to look at you lowly with a quirked bonebrow and ask you if you wanted something , a smirk curling at his teeth. If you hesitate a response he'll grab you back up by the shirt himself and promptly pull you back down right utop him, a arm laxly resting over your stomach and tug his hood down over his sockets to kick the sack himself. If you squirm his grip will tighten loosely until you slip to sleep yourself. Despite his fake snoring he's wide awake, his soul humming a beat quicker than it usually does. He will make no indication of it but he can't help but melt into the feeling of your warmth, a threat of orange dusting at his cheekbones arise but he will just as quickly swallow it. You are right where you belong, and for the first time in a long while he will sleep more comfortably than he can remember ever doing.

[sapphicsunnypenguin]

I should have known this was going to bite me in the ass…

I got invited out to go to a club with some colleges. It’s been a stressful past couple of weeks, and we all need to let off steam. This isn’t my usual scene; I prefer a quiet bar and a nice glass of bourbon. Yet here I sit with a martini in hand while the music pumps so loud it feels as though my heart is following the beat.

I’m leaning back in my seat; eyes are scanning the club out of boredom. I release a sigh before I down my drink and decide to get up and join my group on the floor. I relax into the music and let my body flow with it. One of the girls spins me around and pulls my back flush against her by my hips. The music shifts to a slower more sensual tune. My body slides against the girl behind me as her hands slip over me. I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I have your name written on me. I have your initial on my necklace. But this is just fun right?

Wrong.

I freeze. I know you're here. I can feel your eyes sliding over my body. Taking in the barely there dress, the obnoxious heels and the worst part…the hands on my body that aren’t yours. I’m overstimulated and feeling the buzz from the drinks I had. I know I won’t find you like this. I pull away from the pouting girl and make my way back to my seat. I’m so focused on my feet moving properly threw this crowd that I’m not looking up when you catch my arm.

I know it’s you. I have the feeling of your hands on my body memorized. You flip me around and slip your arm around my waist, sliding your thigh between my legs. "What do you think you're doing pet?" Your lips graze my ear. "Showing off what belongs to me?" I moan softly as I feel your teeth scrape down my neck. "Letting her touch what's mine?" They sink in as my hips buck against your thigh. I am trying to come up with a response, but you know as soon as you mark me my brain shuts off. "Awe look at you baby, such a needy little slut for me and I've barely touched you." Your hands pull my hips to a stop. "I-fffffuck mommy please-need you-" You pull me off of you and I cling to you in a daze trying to babble out pleas.

I didn't even realize we were walking before I notice us at the table of your friends. My head is so fuzzy I'm leaning into you blinking softly. Not taking in the any of the words you are saying but I notice their looks as they nod. Smirks plastered on their faces, but eyes somewhat are sympathetic. They giggle as you start pulling me away with you.

"It's a good thing we don't have plans tomorrow my darling because you won't be walking any time soon."

[mj-iza-writer]

Sp Special Containment part 20

"Come in", the Director looked up from the notes on his desk.

"Hey, good morning", Caretaker stepped in.

"Good morning", the Director nodded, "how are you doing?"

"Doing alright. I was outside for a cup of coffee before I went to check on Whumpee. You know it snowed a lot last night."

"I know, it's freezing out there", the Director leaned back in their chair, "is there a reason you're telling me about the snow?"

"Can we take the three of them outside. They haven't been out in months. I bet they all would like it if they could see the snow", Caretaker smiled, "Whumpee said they would like to see it in person. We should grant that wish for them."

"That's unfortunately a security risk", the Director frowned, "the guards won't be able to secure an outside perimeter for them."

"So we just keep them in their chairs. The guards stand ready just in case", Caretaker couldn't help but get excited, "I really want to do this. Cass is helping Mcgee today. So they can help out too."

"Caretaker, I know you have this big goal to get them outside. I agree with you, it would be nice to do this for them. But, we have to consider everything. We are still building our weapons unit. Maybe at some time we can think about giving them more activities. I would love to give Jaimie a gym and do a porch for them. That would give them a better quality of life. I want that for them. They can't even shower yet. I heard about Jaimie yesterday."

"Can we try please", Caretaker pleaded, "I'll take the blame if anything happens. It's just us and the guards. No one else will be outside."

The Director finally sighed after thinking for a few minutes, "they will need warm clothes."

"Really?", Caretaker smiled excitedly.

"Yes", the Director nodded with a sheepish grin, "help Andy and Mcgee with getting warmer clothes. You should show Cass how to do it as well. I'll meet with everyone by the cafeteria, and I'll alert the guards and have them get ready."

"Do they know what to do in this type of situation?", Caretaker questioned.

"They do. I did have them train for outside instances. Just in case there was an escape attempt or if someone pulled my arm enough. The things I've allowed for these weapons."

Caretaker excitedly opened Whumpee's door after the buzzer.

Whumpee looked up from a bag of cookies.

"Hey, get changed into these. I need to get you in your wheel chair", Caretaker laughed.

"What's going on? Is everything okay?", Whumpee looked at them worriedly.

"I promise you'll love this. Get changed, I'll be right back", Caretaker smiled.

Andy grinned as they carried the warm clothes into Aramais's room.

Aramais looked up, then eyed the clothes.

"Will you allow me to surprise you. The Director is allowing us to do something special for you guys", Andy set the clothes down, "I can't tell you though. You'll have to trust me."

Aramais frowned but nodded, "I hate surprises, but I'm curious now."

"Great, I'm going to get your chair. Go ahead and get changed. I'll be right back", Andy opened the door, and left a confused Aramais.

Jaimie was also confused but was excited to get new clothes to wear.

"These are so cute", she exclaimed while looking at the sweater and coat.

Aramais showed up at the meeting place first.

The Director grinned.

"Andy says you guys are surprising us. I'm not the greatest with surprises", Aramais grinned.

"I know, the weapons don't respond well to unscheduled things. That one said he was taking the blame for this", the Director pointed.

Aramais turned and saw Caretaker who had a giant grin on his face.

"Well, I haven't seen Whumpee since they were rushed past me. How are you feeling?", Aramais smiled.

"I'm not sick anymore thankfully. I'm just weak now, and my stomach is still a little queasy", Whumpee explained, "it hurts to throw up so much."

Aramais nodded, "yeah, I bet."

"There is Jaimie", the Director looked up.

"She looks better than when I saw her last as well", Aramais commented.

"Mcgee did my nails for me", Jaimie wiggled her fingers, "it made me feel better last night."

"They uh, look good" Aramais awkwardly commented, "sparkly."

"So we are all here. What's the surprise?", Aramais looked back at the Director.

"Guards, project snow is a go", the Director announced.

Several guards stepped forward.

The weapons were being pushed before they could react.

"Wait... are we going outside?", Whumpee looked up at Caretaker.

Caretaker reached over the chair and pulled Whumpee's hood up for them.

Andy and Mcgee did the same for Aramais and Jaimie.

"Outside?", Jaimie looked up excitedly, "look it's snowing again."

Aramais laughed, "it's been a while since I've been out there."

"You have no idea how much begging I had to do to get you guys outside", Caretaker laughed, "I know Whumpee was excited when they heard it snowed. I thought this would be a fun activity."

Cass watched excitedly as everyone was taken into different directions.

The guards stood in a perimeter around the area. No one was allowed past them.

Caretaker was placing snowballs in Whumpee's hand.

Whumpee giggled excitedly as Caretaker would then break the snow ball over their head and let it fall on them.

Andy hung back with Aramais. They both watched everyone playing.

Mcgee was pushing Jaimie through the snow as fast as they could.

Aramais laughed at everyone's happiness.

The Director couldn't help himself. He knelt down and made a snowball. He looked around and lightly tossed it at Aramais.

Aramais jumped, and looked up in the direction it came from.

"Sorry, I had too", the Director laughed.

Aramais grinned, "sure, target the one who can't fight back."

Andy reached over and brushed the snow away from Aramais.

"Do you want to do anything out here?", Andy laughed.

"I would love to throw a snowball back at the Director", Aramais whispered, "I'm enjoying this though. I've missed being outside."

"I'll throw one", Andy knelt down and started to pack the snow, "dare me to do it."

Aramais grinned and nodded.

The Director happened to turn away to see what Whumpee was doing when the snow hit them in the back.

"Bullseye", Aramais yelled excitedly.

The Director looked at both of them.

Andy quickly pointed at Aramais.

"You got a good arm on you Andy", the Director chuckled.

Jaimie screamed as she and Mcgee ran past the group.

"How does Mcgee have so much energy", Cass stood next to the Director.

"Agent Mcgee use to be a field agent. She would go out and protect researchers on the field. When the three weapons came here Jaimie requested to have a female help her. She had some issues in the past with males. I started to work on finding a female as I didn't have one readily available. I wanted to give Jaimie what she needed, though, so she could be comfortable. I asked Mcgee if she would be willing to help take care of Jaimie until I could find a replacement. Mcgee is honestly a very powerful agent, very strong and courageous. I know Jaimie likes that about her. Mcgee asked me a while back if she could be moved to doing this job permanently. She loves taking care of Jaimie. She's almost like a mom to Jaimie."

Cass watched Jaimie and Mcgee pause to look at a small snowman Caretaker had built on Whumpee's lap. Aramais also asked to get closer to see.

"The weapons we house here. All four of them have gone through so much. This place is their home now. All of them deserve some normalcy. I hope to be able to do things like this more often. I want to return to them what they may have lost when they were turned into weapons."

Aramais looked up and smiled.

"They deserve it. That's why I'm hoping Mitch will come around for us", the Director smiled back at Aramais, "I know he was hurt just as much as these three. He deserves to find happiness too."

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[pain-is-forever]

"I-" Theo can't bring himself to speak. His short, frantic breaths making his chest hurt and burn. It sounds like he's choking on air, momentarily, before he steadies himself. His ribcage feels as though it's about to break, like the bones struck with his sword are barely holding on, like they'll crack any moment now, as if it were a slow-reaction scene in cartoons.

He can feel his blood stain his shirt, and as much as he tries to separate the poison in it, he can only do so much. It starts eating away at the fabric. He can feel blood welling up in his mouth again, too weak to spit it out he just lets it drip down his chin, the same goes for his nosebleed.

On top of that, he feels the wound on the side of his head leaking way too much blood for his liking, he can sense the substance trickling down, next to his ear, threatening to fall into his ear canal. His hair sticky with the red liquid, he can't exactly tell whose blood it is. He doesn't care.

Worst of all, he's looking at Argo. Argo, who just said he wants to kill him. Not Eris. Not even Kronos. He's looking at brown eyes. The same eyes that used to light up with joy when he visited, now cold and unforgiving. He feels hurt. Betrayed, even. He knows he shouldn't, that this isn't Argo's fault, they couldn't have known — but he does. And he can't help the tears gathering in his eyes.

Theo takes a shaky step back, taking short and shallow breaths, trying to steady himself. Rough, scarred hands grip the dagger tighter, their knuckles whitening. The hands that were once gently embracing Argo, the same hands that once rubbed circles on their owner's best friend's back in a comforting maner. Now having to go against all that they believe, being forced to hold a weapon aimed at someone they deeply care about, they shake, hesitant to do anything more. They've caused enough harm.

Theo can feel blood flowing out of him, his body slowly giving out around him, he's working on pure adrenaline mixed with the sickly sweet yet burning feeling of the poison in his spilled blood going back into his body, mixing with the hormone, messing with its effects, making him feel things he doesn't want to — all in all, he feels like he's on some substance right now.

His eyes wide like a frightened animal, the son of Akhlys tries to keep a conscious mind. Argo, Argo. Think of Argo. Think about what's happening. Don't collapse. Don't collapse. Don't... collapse... what would Commodus say if you died like this? He wouldn't be proud, that's for sure.

"We'll both die if this continues." He finally speaks, wincing every second word. "It's pointless." Theo coughs, shaking his head slightly to keep his consciousness from slipping away.

He hurt his best friend, a thing he swore he'd never do. Maybe he does deserve this fate. Maybe if he's lucky, his punishment won't be too severe, though he'd accept the most cruel of them. Or maybe his punishment would be staying alive, having to live with the guilt of another life ruined, possibly even gone, because of him.

>>open starter<<

TW: MORE VIOLENCE

You had freed a good dozen of people from Atticus's wild chaos, that obviously.. hadn't made him happy.

Atticus slams you into a wall, the brick cracking under the force of their attack. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" They scream, kicking you in the stomach so hard you start coughing up blood.

They back up, glaring at you, slicking their hair back with blood.

"You are ruining EVERYTHING!" Their eyes glow white.

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[meadowsofmay]

finding non-negative atl based blogs/accs is like going through a minefield, you never know when shit will pop up. some of you really be disguising your hatered for the group under the name of a stan acc and i need y'all to like, tone it down or leave or something

[italyveneziano]

Obsessed with what America and England have going on in HetaOni. America's like "I keep having to watch my dad die from overusing his magic in past timelines and not knowing how to stop it is killing me inside but I'm not going to talk to him about it" and England's like "I can't seem to hold a conversation with my son without insulting him but I won't hesitate to use my dying breath to ensure I can protect him from beyond the grave"

[batheir]

“shut up. before i turn it on you and claim alexander no middle name nilsen came up with it.” the raven haired girl grumbles, hitting him once more with her heart shaped purse. not very heartfelt of her... but he DESERVED it. “and you just made it even easier, i'll expose how you have a diary too.” boys like colby would certainly eat that up, even if she would've admired it, if he actually has a journal – if he wasn't being mean to her. “nothing?” helena responds a little defensively, hating she put herself right on the spot.

"i just don't know what to say." at least that was the truth. who would? him and sarah might not be in a happy relationship clearly, but they are STILL in an active relationship so it obviously counts. hm. interesting... clearly she's struck a nerve, which would be satisfying if she wasn't getting irritated he's targeting harry when he should be calling out poppy, too. "like poppy? in her adorable way of not being nice to people who are nice to her? her adorable away of wrecking things on purpose? being a...." helena snaps back, biting her tongue, keeping herself from continuing all the things she'd love to unleash she's been holding back but won't because she’s sure he’ll go right to that snob’s defense.

“that’s not… that’s not even close.” brows crease, shaking her head, she doesn’t even do things like that with harry let alone a friend. “but okay, alex. i get it. i take it as a no. that’s all you have to say.” patting his arm to let him know he can say no to her, even though she’s doing it in a passive way because it’s odd… he’ll go places with the other friend, but won’t go with her? he’ll tell sarah he’s going to places with his other friend, but won’t tell sarah he’s going places with her? it’s suddenly a problem? that certainly agitates her and once again, feels like she’s hanging out with someone who is in a clique and she’s never allowed to be apart of it. like she’s in primary school again, getting shut out of other people’s secret clubs— it often feels like that with him. forget she asked and felt a spark of excitement of enjoying one of her favorite summer places to go with someone she actually wanted to be there with. so stupid of her not working better at being closed off.

“i’ll go by myself this summer, that’s no issue. being an only child builds you for situations like this.” smiling like it doesn’t bother her with a shrug of her shoulder with only child jokes from earlier, probably will be the best option anyway. men just ruin everything, it seems. “no.” to telling him what it means. “definitely.” definitely NOT sweethearts. but— she feels alone and embarrassed. so using harry to pretend she has someone who makes her feel involved, despite him not being here right now, is the only way she knows how to make herself feel better. living in an illusion, a fantasy, makes the void feel a tad better than admitting she doesn’t actually have a sarah or a poppy in her life. “dulce de leche.” hand lazily points to it, before dropping.

alex doesn’t immediately explain everything to helena.   instead,  he just waits for the realization to dawn on her,  and when it finally does,  he can’t refrain from laughing.   head thrown back and shoulders shaking,  refusing to falter even as she smacks him with her purse,  as if he was a misbehaving dog.   “eww,  is it now?   well,  you said it yourself!   don’t blame me.”   he almost crosses the line between good manners and devious remarks,  but bites his tongue before he can ask whether that’s what harry’s told her —   size doesn’t matter.   technique does.   “yeah,  right…”   he continues to tease,  gently pulling her towards the churros stand before they can head to their cars and call the evening over.   “i’ll write about this in my diary.   dear diary,  helena wayne made the nastiest remark today!   out in public,  too!   and completely unprovoked.”   smirking,  eyes twinkling with amusement,  this time,  he’s prepared for another smack.   

“wow?   oh,  go ahead…   what do you want to say?”   he’s not even getting defensive,  but he’d have to be dumb not to hear that faint hint of annoyance in her tone.   or maybe he’s imagining all that…   “mhm,  harry’s the embodiment of adorableness?   adorability?”   he briefly confuses himself,  but it’s his turn to restore to sarcasm.   harry is about as adorable as colonoscopy or wisdom tooth removal.   “do you like to bake?”   asking out of curiosity,  but also since they’re on the subject of favorite desserts and ideal summer,  he figures he might try and use it as a distraction technique.   his phone buzzing briefly in his pocket,  but he ignores it,  assuming it’s sarah.   “see?   not only is he the embodiment of that adorable lack of humor but he also doesn’t understand the thrill behind the idea of star-crossed lovers driving off a cliff in that almost shakespearean fashion!   what a man.”   teasing,  he casts her a quick glance as they approach the small food stand,  just to make sure he’s not earning himself another smack.   he really does hate harry’s guts.

“are you going to tell that to sarah?   i’ll present the idea to harry.   i can already see the look of absolute joy written on their faces.   we’ll never beat the f-w-b allegations after that trip,  babe.”   part of him doubts this is a genuine offer.   she must be mocking the summer trip.   but a different part of him wants to take her up on it,  drop everything,  turn off his phone and hop on a plane.   right.   if only he had the money for that…   “no,  that’s unfair.   when you start a certain subject,  you owe the other person an explanation.   i don’t make the rules.”   he’s going to type it into google if she doesn’t say it —   what do they say about lana del rey girls?   “that sounds…”   absolutely awful.   arranged relationship of two rich kids.   lovely.   “very sweet.   so,  you’re basically high school sweethearts,”   he says instead,  smiling politely and pointing to the colorful menu on the wall,  a list of different dipping sauces written in chalk:   classic chocolate,  white chocolate peanut butter,  raspberry,  maple,  dulce de leche.   “which ones would you like to try?”

[triglycercule]

horror is so BLESSED he's the only one out of the murder time trio that has actual good people trying to influence his story 💔💔 dust and killer were both driven to INSANITY because of the choices of their respective humans but horror??? every time without FAIL the polls for horrortale's plotline have always ended in a good place for aliza (either by bettering her relationships/reputation or for her to just. not DIE)

horrortale's potential alternate timelines my beLOVEd🙏🙏 they're SO lucky that we're being kind and benevolent hehe (≧ω≦) now where are the aus based off the possible different outcomes that could've happened in horrortale HUH???? (like how aliza couldve killed toriel or chosen horror's puzzle or gone with undyne to the core........)

[sluttyten]

yall I want TDS3 tickets so badly 😭 but I don't know who to even go with and I'm not going by myself.... but I'm also seriously thinking I'm just gonna go ahead and try to get tickets on friday anyway

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

@fanofstuff01 @lilacwriter07

Six months into his stay in the army working for Lucifer wasn't as bad as Adam thought it would be. Really aside from training and standing a lot his life wasn't all that different.

The longest part of his day was standing by Lucifer, his Red Leader and King. It was boring especially when he had nothing to do.

But Adam did find out one thing, he has a little wiggle room to be sassy.

Currently, Adam was standing beside Red Leader's desk while he did paperwork, the only sounds in the room being that of the scribbling of a pen and the soft hum of Adams visor.

Apparently, Adam sighed out loud because the pen stopped and Lucifer spoke to him.

Lucifer: Bored are we?

Adam glanced at him: Aren't you?

Lucifer set his pen down: It might be a little mundane, but there is nothing wrong with routine.

Adam scoffed: Routine....

Oh yes, it's SO important that he knows exactly where to stand in silence while Lucifer writes his name a million times.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, Adam better watch his tone. He's let a snide remark slip here and there, mostly because they were amusing. But he won't tolerate Adam being rude to him.

Lucifer got up and walked in front of Adam, the soldier tensed slightly.

Lucifer: Routine is very important Adam, it brings order to chaos. Keeps things on track.

Adam felt his face twitch, he was so used to doing his own thing. The army life was still so new to him even though his other life seems like it was years ago.

Adam: Maybe you need it.

Lucifer: I think everyone needs it.

Adam: You would.

Lucifer reached up and gripped Adam's jaw: You saying I'm wrong?

Adam, ever the one to argue: Well I'm not saying you're right.

In one swift motion, Lucifer grabbed him by the back of his neck and bent him over his desk, keeping him pinned with one hand he stood behind Adam.

Adam: Ack! Hey! What the-

Lucifer: Adam.

His voice was cold and even, whatever Adam was going to say the words died in his throat.

Lucifer: I've been letting you get away with your comments and remarks perhaps a little too much.

Adams LED eyes lit up more when he felt something firm press into his backside.

Lucifer: Maybe I should remind you of who your superior is.~

WTFuture Evesworld

For that one anon. @fanofstuff01

Adam wasn’t sure what to make of their future selves coming back to stop Eve. Or what to make of that he apparently works for fucking Lucifer in the future.

He shuddered, no way in Hell was he going to let that happen.

Although...... His sight has been getting weird lately maybe he should get it checked just to be sure he doesn't need glasses, they don't frame his face. He looked to his right and an optometrist office was right there.

Adam: How convenient.

He went in and the doctor saw him right away and did many different tests

Doctor: Well, it's official. You have eye cancer.

Adam: WHAT!? Isn't there anything you can do?

Doctor: Well, we can do surgery or a transplant. But you're nowhere near eligible for either, you'd have to basically be blind.

Adam: So you can't fucking help me because I caught it too early?

Doctor: Yup!

Adam: .....

Doctor: ...... Sorry.

Adam left in a huff and stalked down the sidewalk, stupid doctor what good is he if he can't help him? What was he going to do he didn't want to go blind.

He was hit with a headache and leaned against the wall gripping his face as it was located in his eyes. It hurt so bad, was he crying? It felt like he was crying.

The sound of two guns clicking caught his attention, when Adam looked up he saw two women pointing guns at him and a man got out of the backseat of the car.

He knows that man......

Lucifer: Adam! My old friend, you're not looking so hot.

Adam glared: What do you want?

Lucifer: No need to be rude, I only wish to help.~

Adam: Yeah right.

Lucifer: Oh but I do. I can't help but notice your situation, let me help you.

Adam: Why would I let you?

Lucifer: It would be better than going blind, no?

How the hell did he know that? As if knowing, his vision went more blurry and the pain for worse. In this light, Lucifer looked like the devil and you know what they say when you make a deal with the devil.

Adam: I-I-I.... F-fine.

The last thing he saw was Lucifer's grin as the woman went to Adams side and picked him up.

When Adam woke up there was a loading screen.

Loading screen.

Adams hands flew to his face and he felt a visor on his face, it felt as if it were embedded into him.

Adam: No no no no no no no!!

When the screen loaded his vision was perfect, better than its ever been in his life. It looked as though he was in a bed in a lab, not a hospital.

Lucifer: Oh good you're awake now. I hope you like it.~

He handed Adam a small mirror and to his horror it was the visor that his future self had. Yellow/gold LED's for eyes.

Adam: What did you do!?

Lucifer: I helped you! You're welcome by the way. Your eyes couldn't be saved and no donor around I did the next best thing. You should be grateful old friend.

Adam glared or at least hoped he was glaring: Helped me!? There's a computer in my face! And you're not my friend.

Adam yelped when Lucifer reached forward and gripped his jaw, Adam shrinked down the best he could as those cold blue eyes looked at him.

Lucifer: You're right, we're not friends, I'm your boss and King now. I saved your life when you asked me to and now you owe me.

Motherfucker!

Lucifer: You have three options Adam, I can either rip that seeing visor out of your face letting you bleed to death, I hit a button and make you do as I say, or you be a good boy and follow my orders. Your choice. And I would much rather have you willing.~

Adam looked down, how could he have just let himself into this situation? Eve and Lilith were probably worried about him.

Well, Eve more than Lilith and they were probably making out on the couch.

Adam: ....... Fine.

Lucifer: Fine, what?

Adam grit his teeth: Fine sir.

Lucifer smiled and let him go: Excellent! And for future reference I will also accept your majesty, my King, or Red Leader.

Lucifer turned away from Adam and walked towards the door: Vaggie will be in to give you your new uniform. Oh, and Adam?

Adam looked up to see a smirk on Lucifer's face, his eyes shining like an otherworldly demon.

Lucifer: Welcome to the army.