#every single note for live action genuinely said live action!

[docholligay]

Yall nominating an adult anime in children's corner just means it's getting tossed. No one put forth that they wanted a space for adult anime. So there's not one!

Audience participation does make me feel good! But it has another, larger use! Creating what you want to see in events like this. I urge you to, next time I ask, put in that you would like a space for adult anime.

Tone is hard on the internet, so let me say: I'm not mad, I'm not trying to be an asshole here, just, this is what happened, and this is the result.

[partycatty]

dark star!johnny cage > when i met you

johnny wants nothing more than to corrupt the pretty thing you are

warnings: we all know ds!jc is a piece of shit by now, have you read my other fics of him? LOL

notes: @iliketangerines ;)

MORE DS!JC > part 1* / part 2* / part 3* / part 4* / part 5* / part 6*

[ masterlist ]

• when johnny first laid his eyes on you, he was floored by just how... cute you were! there was a genuine attraction, he called it love at first sight, you called it "he asked me out 40 times until i said yes."

• in a literal sense, you were like a sweet little pet to him, something he wanted to leash and train to behave properly, to know how to be a star just like he was (though, you could never be at his level. he said so himself.)

• he would do absolutely anything for a single glance from you, from wearing his most expensive coat to spending an absolutely ridiculous amount of money at your workplace. with all these riches and no one to share with, he was ready to throw everything at you so you'd smile his way.

• johnny would sit in the corner of where you worked, covering his mouth with his palm and eyeing you down through his obnoxiously lavish sunglasses. you knew his gaze was on you, you always had, and it made you sweat bullets.

• lovebombing. he'd purr about what a good girl you are, how much he adores your every action, how he just wants to whisk you away and keep you for himself. johnny wanted you to fold quickly and easily; he was the cagester, nobody turns him down.

• he did actually love you in the beginning, as he would sit awake at night and fantasize about you sharing his giant bed with him. he wanted to toy with your hair, whisper sweet nothings, surprise you with gifts.

• you'd be the only think on his mind at the late hours in all senses. he wanted to fuck you stupid and then some, make you choke and slap you around until you served him like the toy you were.

• you were ensnared in his trap, the one he placed from the very beginning. you were charmed and it would lead to the worst mental downfall of your entire life.

• but, at the same time, he was so good to you. you lived the good life as tiring as it may be. johnny had no off switch, partying and blowing his money just to show you he could. you weren't going to find a better man than him, so you thought. not that he'd let you run off and choose another, anyway.

[plumelume]

Could you do a griefer x arcade worker reader, preferably headcanons, fluff :3

୨｡ griefer x arcade worker reader hcs. 𖹭 !

tw : nothing ᕙ⁠(⁠＠⁠°⁠▽⁠°⁠＠⁠)⁠ᕗ . ᵎᵎ

˙ . ꒷. words count: 5339

! note : i may not get griefer's character accurately but likewise, i hope you enjoy the hcs, ty for requesting ! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) ✿. —. ✦

Working as an attendant(or worker) in an arcade could be quite tough on occasions. Having to ensure the best experiences for customers while going around and seek for problems throughout the day. That’s what you do for a living, you are more than overjoyed being able to sign in for a spot in a fun place.

꩜ - No jobs guarantee there’ll be no difficulty, that’s a fact. Such as bad-mannered people, and annoying brats. And moreover, just basically giving you hard times during work.

꩜ - At times, there’s people who stood out from the rest. They either put up a good impression on you, or the opposite. More of the second than first but still count.

꩜ - Recently, you’ve been noticing a guy. Not because he’s good-looking or anything like that, it’s the smell emitted from him when you passed by. Sure, you’ve been meeting over hundreds of faces as a worker. But that smell really did impact on your memory, from that time on, you begin to take mental notes of his appearance. Mostly because you didn’t want to go anywhere near him lest your nostrils being burnt by the unforgettable scent.

꩜ - Though those avoidances are not never-ending, when you were about to walk off from his direction. He called—.. No. He demanded you to come over and refill those empty ticket slots that he has long drained so he could continue playing his games. You hesitant.

꩜ - Don’t think you can actually escape, if you ignore him on purpose he’ll throw a fit of screaming at you so you’ll hear him. Which will draw many attention from surrounding people, eventually you give in and refill those damn tickets. Your miserable days start here.

You hate, HATE. Every single interaction you’ve ever had or obligated to have with him.

“Y0 PUNK, GO F1LL THE T1CKET.” Wow, at least he could’ve referred to you as ‘worker’, that’d mean a lot. Your fate is entitled to this, warily approaching the arcade machine, you spare him some glances, and gain some glares in return. Why be surprised? You deal with this everyday. You took out the key, plugged in the lock and proceeded to humbly satisfy his needs, after finishing doing so, you take.. Many steps back, watching from afar to make sure the dispenser works properly.

꩜ - Whenever he’s not there to pester you, you are filled with enthusiasm. You swear, without his presence, your jobs lose tad of weight.

꩜ - Sometimes, he caught your attention by just being an expert at games. After you refilled the tickets, you’d stand there for a while to watch his performance, and unknowingly, you became his main audience.

꩜ - He gradually noticed how you lingered around when he’s indulging in the game, that inflates his ego acknowledging someone is hooked by how ‘pro’ he is. Especially when the ‘someone’ is the worker he torments frequently with his nagging, and smell.

Congrats, you now brought a perfume bottle to spray him!! He complains, but it is better to smell good than not in your opinion.

꩜ - Overtime, you began to ask a few questions while he’s in a match, and you finally caught on to his name, Griefer. Well, that’s not actually his name but you’re just grateful enough to be answered instead of him giving some snarky remarks.

꩜ - Your grudge slowly fades, maybe he isn’t that bad of a person. He could be enjoyable to hangout with, if only you ignore those damn comments. And perchance, these feelings towards him are genuine. Griefer would’ve laughed at your face if you said that to him, he isn’t that fond of romance, you figured.

꩜ - Despite that, your actions speak volumes about how much you adore this customer, he comes off as an asshole at first, but slowly opens more to you from time to time. He'll even be lenient enough to let you play his game, even though your job isn't about playing. And make some cheeky statements about your skills but nonetheless, those affection counts plenty.

“L0L, HOW 4RE YOU S0 B4D?” Yet another comment left his mouth, you gritted your teeth immensely after being criticized. Caused your hands to be shaky and with that. Two words “GAME OVER” appeared on the screen, making you sigh in defeat. He laughs at your despair. “It’s all your fault.” You blamed him, sending a sharp glare his way, he isn’t no coward to shudder from your menacing look. “MUCH M0RE LIK3 SKILLS 1SSUES.” He snickered, his smirks widened while your anger heightened.

꩜ - Your past self would be surprised— Shocked even, that you allow yourself to fall for a stinky man child. For he has been showing you subtle hints of his affection.

꩜ - In contrast to your emotions in prior days, you’ve come to miss his presence when he doesn’t arrive at the arcade you’re working at. Feeling overbearingly bored, people call it love, you would rather (jokingly) call it mental illness.

None’s endurance is limitless. Standing beside him as another session of gaming starts, pursing lips and longing stares, you can’t even hide the obvious crush on him. “Griefer?” You called out quietly, in which he responded with a simple ‘what’. A stupid decision, but you wouldn’t want those same feelings to trouble you further. “I like you dude.” Before he could retort, “In romantic senses, I meant.” You add, and he pauses. Stunned on the spot upon hearing your— humble confession.

꩜ - Yeah no, he ain’t even bothering playing the game no more, staring at the screen before him. As the game came to an end, the sound of the dispensing tickets filled the silent yet awkward air between the two.

꩜ - “Y3AH, WH4TEVER.. I LIK3 Y0U T0O.” Griefer admits, waving off the momentary shock as he once again, focused on the current game that he abandoned.

Now you’re.. Confused..?? That was a very faint sign of reciprocation, but you take that as a win-win.

꩜ - Ever since your adoration was spoken, he actually tried to take a few showers now.. Woah. You were in disbelief hearing he finally showers, just for you. And your poor nose. That makes you happy even if it is supposedly normal.

꩜ - On break days, he invites you to come over to his house. Which is on a tree. He affectionately pokes fun at you for needing his help to climb up, his house— room.. Is just as messy as he is, you are not amused in the least.

꩜ - You lend out a hand to help him clean up his mess, whilst doing so, he mentioned how you’re like a maid to him and wished you’d be here frequently to tidy his room. You regret it immediately.

꩜ - At the end of the day, he adores you, despite the tough exterior and all. He does and cherishes the moment he gets to spend his time with whom he loves most— you. It sounds corny, really. Griefer’s words, not mine.

[saintmuses]

❝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪❞

Pairing:

Emmett x Abbott!Reader

Summary:

When the world ended, she couldn’t stop thinking about the man who she would always talk to at the baseball games, wondering if she would ever see him again.

Warning(s): SMUT. Age gap (Emmett is in his late 30s and Reader is in her early 20s). Both POVs. Minor angst (barely). Slight degradation. Thigh grinding. Praise kink. Breeding kink. Flashbacks in italics. Minors, dni! Note: Emmett is single and does not have children. I also tweaked some of the events from the movie in this as well as giving the Colony leader a name because I don’t recall if they ever did.

Word Count: 5.7k

Y/N Abbott was walking through the bustling crowd as she could smell the hot charcoal heating up hot dogs and hamburgers to the point it smelled charred.

It was the summer when she came back from her junior year at a university in Chicago.

She heard her name being called; she turned her head to see her mom walking towards her with a small smile. “Hey Y/N, your dad wants you over there with Regan and Beau.” 

Y/N turned her head to see Regan waving at her along with her dad at the stands; Beau was idling by them, playing with a toy he had in his hand. She chuckled, shaking her head fondly. “Alright,” she murmured softly, turning her head at her mom in acknowledgment before striding over to where they were.

She walked up the stands, maneuvering between spots she could fit through so she could sit by her family. She ruffled Beau’s hair as she passed him, Regan reached out and tugged her hand firmly to sit next to her.

Y/N grinned, “you got something you want to say?” She signed to her sister as she eased herself down onto the cool metal bench. 

Regan shook her head, ringlets bounced along with the movement. “I can’t tell you right now, but I will later.” She signed back to her quickly.

Y/N tilted her head slightly, “oh. You got me curious now. Is it about a guy?” She signed discreetly, asking her the typical question that every teenager experienced at least once in their lifetime.

Her sister nodded her head in a quick affirmative action. 

Y/N smirked before dragging her attention from her sister to her brother, Marcus who was waiting in the line for his turn to bat.

“Oi! Lee, who’s this?” A curious but loud voice could be heard from behind her.

She turned her head to see there was a man sitting at the top row of the metal tiered bleacher with some sort of shortwave radio placed next to him.

Her dad chuckled beside them, “you haven’t seen her until now because she didn’t want to be around us anymore, but this is the oldest Abbott.” He grinned with mirth in his eyes as he explained in a form of a joke causing Y/N to roll her eyes.

“Dad…” she muttered, feeling a secondhand embarrassment from the introductory speech before she focused on the man before her.

He was wearing the dark colored cap with a denim blue form fitting dress shirt; a tattoo could be seen peeking out on his upper bicep underneath his shirt. However, what drew her attention was how intense of the color of his eyes.

Icy blue. 

She could feel her cheeks staining in slight pink when she noticed that he was raking his eyes over her, a small but genuine smile as he raised his hand to her in a form of a handshake.

She reached out, clasping it with hers. His skin was calloused in some areas which told her that he had done some extensive labor for a living. 

“I’m Y/N,” she said quietly.

 His eyes were piercing as he spoke to her with a low voice, “nice to meet you, I’m Emmett.”

She nodded in acknowledgment before releasing his hand, turning her face to the baseball field in front of her.

Y/N didn’t think someone like him would pique her interest since he resembled to one of those mechanic guys at the only mechanic shop in Millbrook town. However, her eyes kept straying from the baseball field to him every now and then as she kept telling herself he did not fit in her type.

On day four hundred and seventy-four, Y/N found herself nearly yelping when she felt a hand wrapped around her mouth, her eyes widened in sheer terror in response when she saw a man in a filthy but familiar cap and rugged bandana covering half of his face.

He whispered inaudibly into her ear, shushing her very gently. “I got you.” 

She immediately recognized his voice, being able to place the owner as Emmett. The man who never left her mind.

She swallowed and nodded, somehow looking at him gave her a sense of relief, then he took her where he sent her mom and her siblings down in the underground of the foundry as they hid from one of the Death Angels as what her dad and the media called them such as.

She could tell what happened to him for four hundred and seventy-four days had left him with a severe cynical outlook on life, so jaded that he would say that people weren’t the same anymore ever since what happened on day one.

It was all in his eyes. The sense of tiredness, caution, and coldness in his depths.

Not without a slight regret when his gaze were on her as he told her mom that they could not stay here.

And not without a sense of disappointment she felt when she realized she may never see him again when they leave after the dawn began to break.

Only the rest of the day and night then they would need to disappear in the morning.

It wasn’t until late at night when her sister woke her up with a brief touch on her shoulder.

Y/N was once a heavy sleeper until the death angels invaded the Earth and now, she woke up to random little noises wondering if it was her last moment. 

Her eyes blinked blearily to see Regan beckoning her towards the vault. She looked around the dark dinky space after she propped herself up from her spot, observing her mom as she slept next to the makeshift crib and Marcus was sleeping on the floor by it as well.

She then walked across the space quietly before climbing in the vault, closing the heavy circular door, only leaving a few inches before turning to face her sister.

Regan was sitting at the end of the vault with the dimmed lantern, a map of New York  in front of her and the radio next to her. “I have an idea.” She signed to her, eyes peering at her expectantly. 

Y/N gave her the green light to express her idea as she sat there. Regan began to animatedly sign with eyes lightening up, pointing at a nearby island miles off the mainland of New York, referring to the potential connection of the song Beyond the Sea to the radio tower where the survivors were able to reside at. Theorizing that if she could travel across the water and use her cochlear implant to help to emit the high frequency signals to weaponize against the creatures roaming on Earth.

Y/N was already shaking her head, immediately rejecting the idea. “You can’t go,” she signed firmly. 

A pause as Regan stared at her, then displeasure rang in her eyes. 

Before she could respond, Y/N signed emphatically, “mom would worry about you whether if you’re in one piece or not. She has a baby to consider now, and she can’t take care of him if she worries about you.”

“Then you do it.” Regan’s hands were expressing her defiance sharply.

Her instinctive response was to say no because she did not want to leave her family behind. What if something were to happen to them while she was gone? What if something happened to her if she ventured out on her own.

She was going to tell her no until her dad’s scream echoed in her head. She paused; her dad would’ve wanted her to do it. To give the humanity a better chance of living after everything had been said and done.

After packing a few things that was required for survival. She placed the backpack on her back as she looked at her sister by the opening space of the foundry facing the direction they would’ve gone to if it had not been for the surprise bear trap and Emmett.

The moonlight was casting shadows on them, illuminating the darkness that the light hadn’t reached.

“You swear to not say anything and pretend not to know where I’m going?” She asked, eyebrows raising.

Regan nodded firmly; her pinky finger held out in front of her. Y/N sighed with a small smile before raising her pinky finger to return the gesture, clasping around hers loosely then she was gone, returning to the underground.

She inhaled softly, looking at the other direction where she knew Emmett was residing above the abandoned factory as he watched over the overgrown grass covering railroads before returning her gaze back to the other side. 

When the dawn broke the horizons, symbolizing four hundred and seventy-five days since the day one, Emmett ventured down the tower before returning to the underground. He heard the rushed footsteps below him as he climbed down the steel ladder.

“Y/N is gone,” Evelyn whispered frantically, eyes glimmering with slight panic. His jaw clenched down in fear, if he had more strength added to his jaw, he would’ve had an astounding dental bill. 

Stoically, he stared at the blonde-haired woman while he was dealing with the simmering fear that was causing an inner turmoil in his mind.

She continued, “She must’ve left in the middle of the night when we were sleeping. I don’t know where she went.” 

His eyes strayed from her as she continued to talk, landing on the children who were watching him with skepticism and caution. The young boy was hovering the baby as he checked on him. However, the teenaged girl was gnawing her bottom lip as her eyes barely twitched which was a dead giveaway as if she was unfazed by the news. His gut instinct had rattled at the sight of her.

A simple of the fact Regan was hiding something which meant she knew where Y/N was going.

Paper rustling slightly as Y/N aimed a flashlight at the map to see how far she ended up going from the Foundry to the abandoned building on the side of the railroad. Squinting her eyes at the words as it was eerily dark and the bright light from the metal object was not helping a bit.

Her head snapped to the right when she heard a slightest noise from somewhere. It wasn’t loud enough for a creature to come, but she knew it had meant something was lurking in the darkness.

She slowly pushed herself up from the wooden floor, standing as she aimed the flashlight in specific corners of the building.

She swallowed as the noise edged closer to where she was at.

All of sudden, a large hand clasped over her mouth and the other hand wrapped around her waist as their arm pushed them into a broad chest. Lips pressing against her ear, whispering into it before she could struggle. “Hey, hey, it’s me.” The hushed sound of his voice made her relax in his hold as she sighed inaudibly into his palm. His skin felt warm against her lips as he hadn’t released her from his chest.

Then he whispered gruffly, his fingers dug into her skin lightly as to emphasize his emotional turmoil. “Why the fuck would you leave?” 

She told him the idea her sister had with her cochlear implant. Explaining everything that occurred earlier in the morning before she left. She pointed at the map, trailing her finger from the location of where they were at to the island where Regan’s theory had a chance to be proven.

The sun rays were shining through the dirty windows the next day as she was shaken on the shoulder by a heavy movement, she opened her eyes confused until she saw him above, kneeling next to her. He mouthed that he found the Marina where the boats would reside at.

The sun was setting below the horizon by the time they arrived at the bridge before he helped her to prop herself up on the steel beam of the bridge so she could see what Emmett had found.

There were ships and boats docked at the harbor in the distance, resembling hope that they were closer to finding a solution to the end of Death Angels.

Before the world fell apart that day, she was on the edge of her seat watching the baseball game. 

“Hey, Y/N. I have a question for you.” A voice spoke up from behind her, and her lips curled before settling in a blank expression when she turned her head to see Emmett looking at her with a grin on his face.

“What is it?” 

“How do you sign the word dive?” Emmett asked, blue eyes shining with mischief and curiosity. 

She pursed her lips as she raised one of her eyebrows, “I’m going to need more context than that. Are you referring to swimming or a situation related?”

“Whatever you want to show me, sweetheart.” He said it casually, shrugging. 

Her breathing hitched slightly; red stained her skin in response. He only said the word ‘sweetheart’ whenever her family were not around them. 

She cleared her throat, chuckling slightly. “Situation wise, I would just spell the word or explain it differently in sign language. You, however, are not ready for the spelling part.” He let out a low rumbling of laughter at her teasing. She ignored how her heart went pitter patter as she continued, “swimming wise, you just do this.” She demonstrated the sign for the word he requested.

He mimicked the sign in the exact form, and she nodded, a little pleased. Realizing she was a little too pleased that she had to look away due to the indescribable expression on his face with unknown emotions in his orbs as he stared at her.

He could tell she was angry at him for how he was barely reacting, stoically looking at her. Oh, but his eyes were glimmering in pure feral rage at the treatment as one of the rugged filthy bandits dragged her down the wooden dock, away from him.

No one touched her and got away with it, not on his watch. 

He internally beckoned for her to look back at him, and somehow…somehow his prayer was answered when she turned her head to look at him once again, and he immediately clasped his palms together in a form of prayer, but he pushed his hands upwards, tilting forward before aiming down in a curve to resemble a diving position. The one thing he had always remembered before death came calling for thousands. Her eyes once twinkled in amusement as she taught him how to sign the word dive.

Who knew he would’ve been signing the same word over almost two years later, and he was filled with a sense of relief when she realized what his game plan was in terms of getting them out of the danger.

She struggled with the man who was holding her in a death grip until they edged closer to the edge of the dock before she pushed against him and threw herself into the water.

Emmett charged at him, wrapping the fishnet around his neck before maneuvering him to the metal pole, tying it to the point it had the man choking on the material around his neck.

He knew he had to get rid of the others. He could’ve left them alone he supposed but after what happened with Y/N, he wasn’t going to let them live, and there was only one way to do it.

He pulled out the weapon out of his pocket, and immediately felt a twisted sense of satisfaction of stabbing the hunting knife into the man’s thigh before twisting it in his flesh, relishing in his screams.

Once he spotted a Death Angel charging towards them while destroying the others, he released his hand off the handle of the weapon, moving away from the wounded man, and lunged himself off the dock, into the cold water below.

The chopped wood were crackling and burning in the fire pit as Y/N used the spoon to scoop the hot liquid with chopped vegetables before bringing it to her mouth. She hadn’t had a true decent soup that didn’t come straight out of the metal can in a long while. 

There were sounds of laughter and animated words shifting the surrounding which she was not used to. She was used to the quiet and few moments of screams during their final moments, and now she was sitting in front of the bonfire as people were being lively as if Death Angels had not arrived to destroy those moments.

She felt a sensation of someone’s eyes boring into the side of her head, and she dragged her gaze from the bowl to see Emmett sitting across from her, observing her with a small quirk of his lips graced on his face. When they arrived the Island, they were able to take a shower and clean up themselves, and with the option being available to him, he was able to trim his beard which made it more tame rather than unruly. 

She looked away shyly, focusing on her soup once more. Her heart skipped a beat when she noticed Emmett standing up from his spot from her peripheral vision before he walked over to where she was sitting at.

She cleared her throat when he sat down next to her, placing the wool blanket on her that was originally wrapped around him. “Thank you.” She mumbled before putting down the ceramic bowl onto the bench next to her. It had felt weird speaking without mouthing the words or whispering.

He was shaking his head, “no need to thank me.” He mumbled, staring into the firepit before looking at her. “Regan was right, and-“

“We were wrong?” She asked lightly, looking at him. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, I almost thought of her to be wrong too.” She smiled wryly, “you couldn’t anything but not believe after everything that had happened.”

The next day the Colony leader, Darius took them to the radio station building to test her sister’s theory by placing the cochlear implant next to the broadcaster signal after wiring it to the microphone.

Darius informed her gently that if they were to stay on the island permanently, there were several options for living.

A few cabins in the woods up north of the island and a beach house on the east shore.

“I would like to go for the beach house,” she blurted out, blushing when she realized that she sounded a bit too thrilled at the prospect of living in a beach house especially when she had a family back in the Foundry.

Darius gave her a slight smile, “It has four bedrooms and two bathrooms, and it’ll need some fixing but-“

She shook her head and said, “I don’t care.”

Y/N had always loved staying at the beach houses whenever the Abbott family took vacations to beaches, she would sit at the deck facing the ocean whenever they were at and listen to the waves as it met the shore.

She turned her head at Emmett, “I mean…if that’s okay with you. If you don’t like the idea of a cabin then-“ she was rambling that he had to raise his finger to press against her lips to make her stop.

“I’ll stay with you and help you get the place get all fixed then I’ll go for the cabin.” He murmured with a small smile with amusement in his eyes as he gazed into her eyes. “We can go back for your family after that, yeah?” 

She stared at him before her lips curled in return while nodding. “Yeah.” She said quietly.

For approximately two weeks since life had become different, there was nothing to do  that they were able to get the house fixed up.

Despite the beach house was restored, Y/N never ended up telling Emmett to go to the cabin that could’ve been his, and he seemed like he didn’t want to leave either.

They had made plans to return to the Foundry the next day and bring her family to where she and Emmett had been living.

 Y/N was wearing sleepy shorts and a large t-shirt she had found in the laundry hamper. She had been standoffish towards Emmett all day since she woke up from her lustrous-filled dream of him holding her down and fucking her into the mattress. Poor Emmett was confused because he did not know what he did wrong, and she could not tell him why she had been acting off with him.

However, she was able to make him feel better when she offered a movie and snacks kind of night.

They settled down on the sectional couch as they watched a movie that they hadn’t watched before on a television box.

She had been lucky to find the sectional couch under the tarp when she had arrived at the beach house. It was huge; she would sit in the middle of the couch, almost closer to Emmett, and he tended to gravitate towards the chaise part of the furniture. Her heart did a little trill at the idea of him having a favorite spot on her furniture. It was almost domesticated-like in a way, making himself at home.

The noises emitted from the television speakers as the film rolled on. 

She started shifting in her spot as hot and heavy scenes began to play. That was not what she wanted to see today of all of the days.

She was horny and maddeningly frustrated which Emmett picked up on.

“Are you alright?” He asked, concern in his voice as he turned his head towards her.

“Yes,” she said sharply, refusing to look at him while feeling a slight sense of regret since she hadn’t meant it in that tone.

Eventually her eyes strayed from the fuzzy television screen to the slight tan but hairy skin of his thigh that wasn’t covered by his basketball shorts.

A small whine accidentally escaped her throat while the feeling of arousal began to build making her shift in her spot some more at the sight of his lower thighs.

Before she could calm herself down, she was stunned as she felt hands wrapping around her waist and lifted her up from her spot, dragged onto the top of his thighs where she was sitting partially on his leg while her back was propped against the couch.

Feeling surprised that she momentarily forgot why she was whining and shifting in the first place as she looked at him with wide eyes.

Emmett narrowed his eyes at her, blue eyes flashed with unknown emotion, “behave.” He warned her with a stern tone as he laid his right arm on the back of the couch and his left rested on top of his other leg.

The feeling of shock faded as lust came back with vengeance, she swallowed before turning her head away to face the screen.

Then one character said something so out of left field when it comes to the woman. Said something about wanting to make her his in vivid details. The horniness increased a bit.

Emmett chuckled slightly, “hearing it on tv just makes it sound terrible.” He muttered with slight disgust in his voice.

Then she quietly asked, almost timidly. “What if you say it to someone?”

He blinked at the screen before turning his head to look at her. His eyes raked over her expression before a smirk slowly appeared on his face. “Then it would not be terrible because it means it’s true. Those actors don’t mean a damn thing what they say on tv. Feelings on tv is all artificial unlike people with real feelings.”

They stayed in the position for a little while longer while her arousal began to worsen over time due to proximity, watching the movie until Emmett shifted his leg which shifted the sleepy shorts under the curve of her ass.

She bit down her bottom lip in response, ensuring that he did not mean to do that. So, she maneuvered herself until she could sit further away from his thighs and closer to his knees which was a mistake because he had moved his leg again, nudging his knee which shifted her shorts again and she knew her wetness had seeped through. After all the sleepy shorts and underwear, she was wearing were flimsily thin.

His eyes widened in shock as he looked down to see a slightly glistening spot on his lower thigh. Then his light blue eyes darkened into a storm. “So, what you’re telling me is that you’ve been mad all day because you’re horny?” He asked, slightly in disbelief as he stared at her.

She blushed, refusing to answer him.

However, he did not need an answer from her. It was as obvious as the blue sky. He lightly dragged his tongue across his bottom lip, inhaling slowly. “Show me.” His words rumbled.

She stared at him in surprise as her breathing got caught in her lungs before she let out a low whimper.

He reached over while spreading her thighs, grabbing her towards him before his index and middle fingers curled into the shorts to pull aside the fabric to see her panty-cladded cunt. Unfortunately, the fabric was a light color so he could see how sopping wet she was.

He rumbled lightly at the sight of it, intensely transfixed on the fabric. “Your pussy’s soaking wet. How long have you been like this?” He murmured, inquiring with a question in his gaze.

She hesitated, her eyes trained on him as his ring and pinky fingers lightly grazed against the underwear which she had felt it through the fabric, and she shuddered in response as the sensation.

“Tell me, sweetheart.” He commanded while the motion of stroking her cunt became more firm through the fabric.

She closed her eyes at the pet name, “I’ve been feeling like this all day…” she mumbled, exhaling slowly as she opened her eyes.

He hummed before he finally pushed the thin damped fabric with his index and middle finger along with the shorts before using his other hand to push a finger into her.

Her hips buckled in response, gasping as she said, “I’m sorry.”

He chuckled nearly breathlessly at how tight she was, “don’t be sorry.” He murmured softly, “you’re just needy, craving for someone to touch you…” he trailed off, licking his lips as he leveled his gaze with hers hungrily. “Only my touch, right?” 

She nodded frantically, “only yours.”

He gave her a self-satisfied smirk before pushing another finger into her cunt, “you’re tight.” He rumbled. “Have you been touched?”

“Only with my fingers and toys before…everything happened,” she mumbled shyly. Realizing it made her sound inexperienced when she told him.

He inhaled sharply, “fuck.” He groaned. It sounded guttural as if it rumbled in his chest making his voice sound hoarse.

She frowned. “Is that a bad thing?”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “no sweetheart. I wasn’t expecting that, but…” he trailed off before continuing. “It actually makes sense,” before curling his fingers upwardly to brush against the spot inside her making her whine in response. “You’re such a needy little slut.”

Her lips parted before she bit down her bottom lip as the degrading comment sent shivers of lust down in her veins.

He withdrew his fingers before maneuvering her into his lap as he sat up on the couch. He then removed her shorts and underwear down her legs before throwing them off to the side, and gruffly told her to start riding his thigh.

She stared at him with wide eyes, “y-your thigh?” 

He nodded expectantly, looking at her with darkened gaze. “I want to feel your pretty little pussy rubbing on me.” He purred softly with a hungry grin. His fingers flexed on the curve of her ass.

She closed her eyes before she started to grind her hips onto his hairy thigh slowly to get used to the sensation.

“Keep your eyes open and look at me,” he growled, digging the pads of his fingers into the smooth skin of her flesh.

“I can’t.”

He began to urge her hips, moving her back  and forth. “Yes, you can. I want you to see whose thighs getting you off, sweetheart.” He cooed softly.

She could only stutter as she opened her eyes reluctantly, and he chuckled at her response. “Such a needy slut,” he said teasingly as she kept rolling her hips onto his thigh desperately. His eyes then darkened once again before releasing one of his hands from her back to reach her jaw. He gripped it gently, but possessively. “My needy slut, aren’tcha?”

She nodded frantically, and he groaned heavily before smashing his lips onto hers with a force that knocked the air out of her lungs as he kissed her. Shoving his tongue into her willing mouth, edging them into a kiss that borderline filthy before easing them into soft and pliant kisses. “You didn’t think I know?” He breathed against her lips, “that pretty little thing like you wanted me as much as I wanted you for so long?”

He then dragged her off his thigh as he resumed to kissing her, igniting a sense of disappointment within her before he rolled her over under him on the cushion. He then reached down to the edge of the shirt, pushing the fabric up until her breasts were bare for his hands to touch and squeeze. 

She jerked her head away from his greedy mouth, needing air to breathe which didn’t deter him because he continued with his lips trailing down her jaw, leaving wet streaks behind before dragging his lips to her neck. Pulling back before observing the shirt that bunched up above her breasts, “the shirt’s too big on you.” He pointed out with a frown painted on his lips.

“I stole it from your laundry,” she whispered shyly as if she committed a crime which she did not other than theft.

He groaned, “you’re mine.” He said gruffly before easing the shirt off of her body before taking his shirt off as well.

She felt her lips trembling slightly at the sight of his bare chest, “I’m-I’m yours.”

Emmett then removed his basketball shorts along with his underwear before placing himself on top of her between her thighs.

She felt his cock lying on top of her pelvis, it was very warm, and she could feel the ridges on underside, making her realize that it was big and heavy. She whimpered at the thought of being split apart on his girth. 

He dragged his cock back and forth on her skin before he gripped it to rub the thick tip against her cunt, collecting the wetness along with it. He then pushed it downward until it caught in her hole. His breathing hitched at the feeling, and he was not even inside her yet.

He pushed his hips; the thick tip parted the opening until it latched onto it fully making him growl softly at the feeling. Her walls were forced to part to accommodate his size when he was finally flushed against her.

Y/N whined at the feeling of being full. “Emmett,” she breathed, her fingers itched to hold onto something, to curl her fingers into it.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to her ear. “You’re such a good girl, taking my cock so well.” He murmured, praising her before he started thrusting, dragging his cock back and forth in her cunt.

The couch shifted slightly along with the force of the thrusts Emmett was using. His cock rubbed against the walls of her cunt, eventually rubbing against the spongey spot in her before he used one hand to slither down between their sweaty bodies, touching her cunt.

He was able to wring an orgasm from her with a playful but slightly harsh rubbing on her clit which sent her over the edge with a loud whine.

“You have to pull out,” she mumbled urgently after realizing he did not know she was not on any source of protection. How could she? After the world ended, no one really had the time to be safe especially with sex.

He chuckled hoarsely, “you don’t want my babies?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice as he said it in her ear. “Don’t want me to fill that pretty pussy of yours with my cum?” 

She whimpered as her walls clenched down on his cock as a response to the idea of him filling her up to the brim with his cum. “We just started this fifteen minutes ago.” She pointed out softly, referring to the moment they crossed the line together.

He pulled his head back to look down at her with stormy eyes, “I know, sweetheart.” He breathed before continuing, “but look where the world is at now, no one is going to say a word when they have more things to worry about. Besides…being pregnant with my babies…well, sweetheart you would look very pretty, not that you weren’t to begin with.”

“What if we don’t work out?” Y/N asked, voicing her fear.

He raked his eyes across her facial expression before peering into her eyes. “All we have to do is try because I meant what I said. You’re mine and I’m not letting you go. Okay?”

She then nodded.

He looked at her to see if there were still any more doubts she had, preparing himself to convince her, but he did see none which made him sigh in relief. “Good because I can’t hold back anymore,” he rumbled before he proceeded to fuck her thoroughly, slamming his cock into her with assertive strength to remind her that she was his.

His balls slapped against her cunt as he thrusted into her forcefully, wanting her to feel everything as he grunted, “my pretty girl.” Followed by, “all mine now.” He groaned into her ear when he felt her walls squeezing around his girth. “So good for me, sweetheart.” His hips began to stutter in an irregular manner indicating his impending orgasm, “I’ll take such good care of you.” He slammed into her as far as he could before spilling into her with a guttural groan.

[onyourowndaisymae]

hi!!!!!! can i request the minecraft post u did for the dateables but for the brothers? i love ur writing sm it's so cute <3333

obey me brothers playing minecraft with you

thank you so much for the love <33 this was actually a lot of fun to write because all of these men are so very ridiculous. cheers to my first ever request!

[dateables version]

content warnings: language, bullying the villagers, killing the animals, you know how minecraft is

prompt: you've somehow convinced these guys to play minecraft, a human world game, one night, just the two of you. but how exactly does that experience go?

{established relationship, obey me x reader with the brothers}

Lucifer

oh. oh peepaw.

you really have to coax this man into playing with you. he's perfect at everything, all the time-- to engage in activity like this one, in front of you of all people, wounds his ego more than he'd like to admit. he doesn't want you to see him be bad at something. what if you no longer respect him? what if his inability to comprehend the little block people's actions are enough to ruin your love for him? he's genuinely distressed about this (not that he'd let it show), but you seem interested, so he reluctantly agrees.

two key things are necessary when playing minecraft with lucifer: patience and teamwork.

leaving him to do any task alone is daunting. the perfectionism paralyzes him a bit in these moments. take him with you! collect wood together, mine in the same mineshaft, hunt monsters together-- all of it starts to ease his mind when you work together. he starts to focus not on his pride but his love for you and spending quality time by your side.

as time progresses, he does eventually get a grip in the controls and mechanics-- well, as much as you can expect a dinosaur like him to understand. you still do a lot of tasks together in-game, but it's more of camaraderie thing by that point. he just likes being by your side, okay? don't make him say it, or you'll be hunting monsters by yourself bestie.

lucifer is also a really big fan of the soundtrack. it's so simple yet well-composed, a stark different to that garish video game music levi listens to. please play with the sound up and let him enjoy the sound of the rain intermingling with the music; his relaxed face is very cute.

Mammon

what's that? you wanna play minecraft with the great mammon? of course you do! he's gonna be the best player you've ever seen, just ya wait-- what's that? no, he's never touched the game before, but he knows he'll be fantastic. watch and learn, baybee, cuz the great mammon is here to show up and show out.

what he lacks in skill, he makes up several times over in enthusiasm. this is important, because he absolutely lacks skill.

mammon is a dangerous combination of unobservant and overenthusiastic, leading to every stupid situation you can think of. he thinks he sees an important resource, so he leaves for juuust a second... boom. he's lost. he somehow manages to attract lava in every. single. cave. at this point, you have to ban him from carrying anything important.

one thing he is good at is monster hunting. he's made it his mission from day 1 to protect you, whether it be real life or in a video game. he'll face a monster-- enderman, creeper, sneaky skeleton, you name it-- without an ounce of fear if it means you'll live another in-game day (some might call this excessive, but you just call it cute).

like everything with mammon, sometimes his instinct to protect you goes overboard. he tries to ban you from entering the mines and going outside at night because what if a monster gets you, human?? fortunately for you, he never figured out how to run in-game, so just sprint past him and carry on.

on a completely unrelated note-- this greedy motherfucker (said with SO much affection) hordes all the treasures in-game like a dragon. his goal is to build you two a mansion of diamond and gold. this is very cute if you once again ignore the fact that he keeps FALLLING IN LAVA with all his vauables. y'all are never getting anywhere in this game.

Leviathan

levi is, hands down, the best person to play minecraft with. you don't have to teach him a thing-- in fact, he's probably the one that brought it up to you!

he's very pleased that you'd indulge in one of his hobbies like this, regardless of whether you actually play video games or not. just the thought of you there, sitting next to him, hanging out with him because you want to be around a shut-in otaku like him... the thought gives him butterflies.

... y'all can't actually share a house by the way. he gets too flustered. make a joke about putting your minecraft beds together and he's blushing. it does not matter how long you've been together, his reaction will always be the same.

he's one of the only ones that you can progress through the game with. bashful levi is amazing in the mines. he's got a system down pat that'll help you guys find your way back to the entry point, where he's set up a base camp with chests and resources so you won't have to resurface until you're done. smart, right?

y'all actually go to the nether and the end. he's very quick to pick up the game's mechanics and use his luck to to help you guys progress. every victory is shared; what's the fun of winning if you're not winning together?

levi will play with you basically any time you ask. he loves when you refer to it as "our minecraft world". better yet, praise him for all his hard work in making your world and watch him melt. he's just a sucker for your love, and the fact that he's actually good at this activity makes him all the more happy to do it with you.

Satan

satan doesn't really know much about this game that you're describing, but he's willing to play it with you if you're really that interested. he's always ready to learn more about things from the human world; when you tell him this is one of the most popular games up on earth, he wants to try it at least once.

satan is not the best in general at video games, but he's quick-witted and resourceful, so the two of you get by just fine. the problem mostly lies in the fact that satan's audacity gets you into trouble sometimes. there is no little voice in his head telling him not to do something potentially dangerous and stupid, especially if there's some reward to gain on the other side. he is fully convinced he can take on an iron golem with a stone sword and no armor, just you watch--

be carefully with letting him run around freely. there's lots of ways to die in this game, and each failure pokes at the embers of wrath below his cool exterior.

this intelligent lil guy figures out redstone pretty damn quick. he'll use this knowledge to create lots of little creations meant to make your camp better. whether or not this actually helps is an entirely different story... but look! a gate! aren't you so proud of him? (please praise him, he needs it so bad)

and you wouldn't be playing with satan if all progress didn't come to a stop the moment he spots an ocelot. when you tell him you can befriend them, he's overjoyed. look at how cute they are! one ocelot turns into two, then three, then four... suddenly there's a small army of ocelots in your house that he's caring for. y'all better make room in your joint minecraft bed or satan will feel like a bad cat dad. he's so ridiculous and i love him

Asmodeus

this man plays minecraft with his priorities straight-- he spends way too long creating a cute character skin to play with, then builds a cute house and decorates it to the nines, then focuses on finding himself the cutest armor and weapons... all before doing literally anything productive, btw.

do not expect asmodeus to be much help. he's mostly there for moral support. he cannot do things "for survival" like gathering food and resources or building a starter home. everything must be perfect, or it doesn't get done. asmo did not craft himself a bed until he was able to dye the wool pink and have a cute pink bed. he cannot bring himself to live in an ugly house, so you either need to help him or listen to him whine about getting rained on or attacked by monsters until he's done.

this is not to imply that playing with asmo is not fun!!

asmo is not a monster hunter, a miner, or any good at gathering resources. however, his experience with makeup makes him insanely creative. while you might not have a house for several days, the end result even gives barbatos' house a run for its money. his decor is always very cute and clean, soft even in the blocky 2D world. he'll make your whole base camp aesthetically pleasing if you let him (please let him-- his smile is worth it).

asmo often finds himself a damsel in distress. he'll fall in holes and get very confused, scream when he gets attacked, and generally need you to protect him at every turn. succeed, though, and he'll hail you as one of the most amazing people he's ever met. the game will be discarded as he throws his arms around you, kissing you all over the face and showering you in praises, all for saving his house from a stray creeper.

oh, and he'll definitely put your beds next to each other and smirk at you. what did you expect from the avatar of lust? cornball

Beelzebub

sweet, beloved baby beel. he's ready and willing to play with you whenever. if you want to make some actual progress, prepare lots of snacks and set a cozy atmosphere to keep him full and content. playing with the avatar of gluttony does require a little prep in that regard.

this (metaphorical) angel really has a hard time killing any of the livestock. he apologizes aloud anytime he has to slay one and explains to the poor creature why he's killing them. sorry, little sheep guy, but you two need to make beds. the cows make him feel especially bad because they remind him of belphie.

he's really big on making sure you guys have a secure, safe home to hide away in. sometimes, things get really overwhelming in the game, so he wants you to have a space where you feel safe and protected enough to calm down. this bunker is definitely a bit ugly, but we can't win them all.

play with him long enough and all the food will start looking really tasty to him. that bread looks a little too real, doesn't it, mc? and that cake is so life-like... redirect him to his snack horde, stat.

he also wants to do all of your tasks together. when he's there with you, he can make sure you're safe or offer you help when your struggling to complete a task on your own. he want to make sure you're having fun! let him help you, please, it makes him feel loved. he likes spending time with you.

definitely doesn't get the "putting your minecraft beds together" joke. you can either explain the to him and watch him blush, or let him live with the assumption that it's for extra cuddle room.

Belphegor

you've got to coax belphie into playing with you for a few days, because honestly? that sounds like a lot of work. not only does he have to participate, but he's also got to learn, too? he's already yawning just talking about it all.

he'll eventually snuggle in with his back against your chest and your arms clumsily holding the controller in front of him. he doesn't particularly care that this position makes gaming difficult for you, not when you're cuddling him like this. it's really a win-win situation in his eyes: he'll play the little block game if you shower him in unconditional affection any time he wants. what a deal! his youngest child energy really shows in times like these.

belphie is heartless when it comes to raiding villages and collecting resources. what's that? you feel bad? they're not real, mc. they don't have feelings. they don't care that you're stealing from them. if it really makes you feel bad he'll stop, but he will complain about how much easier things could have been if you'd just robbed a village or two.

somehow, some way, he's also super lucky?? he'll stumble upon rare resources with little to no effort and snicker about how you're still scrambling for supplies. don't worry, he'll share. only if you beg, though. go on. he wants to hear it. maybe, maybe he'll be willing to give you the diamonds he found if you convince him. (what a fucking menace!)

he will, eventually, fall asleep while playing. the music is too soft and your arms around him are too warm for him to not drift off. that's okay. carefully take the controller away from him, save the game, shut down the system, and settle in for the night. he'll cuddle closer in his sleep, unconsciously touched by the gesture, and drag you into dreamland with him.

[majaloveschris]

"he does all this because she is the one and he is so in love" /////

I believe everyone needs to realize if the above were true then there’d be no debate as to if this is a real or PR relationship.

The simple fact that so much comes out about them to drive or paint a narrative, only for Chris to be the complete opposite physically of how he expresses things ……says enough.

People can call us delusional for not believing this relationship, but I call those who blindly believe what’s purposefully crafted for you to believe gullible and delusional ….to think that this man who has been in the spotlight for 20+ yrs, whose expressed his emotions freely, who stated what he wanted in a relationship in the SMA article only to go public with the complete opposite two days later. To think he’s done a 180 in the worst way due to “being in love”…..nah, I’m not buying what’s being sold.

One has to ask themselves why are all these articles trying to paint him and her as so in love, yet REALITY based on their own body language and expressions show you the complete opposite?!

Show me ONE pic or video shot of them not aware they are being filmed acting or looking so “in love”.

(Oops that already happened …..in the park when he put his hand in his pocket as she reached for it.)

Even the purposefully crafted Valentine’s Day montage and the scare videos seemed fake and staged, every new update the past few months just adds to the speculation that this is bs based on their own actions.

What couple so in love acts like they don’t know or like each other like that. People claim we get a glimpse in their lives, but it’s been two freaking years of bs, regardless of not knowing their every move every single day, we can clearly see something isn’t genuine.

Even after the marriage confirmation from this man’s own mouth, it STILL doesn’t add up based on HIS own actions/inactions.

If Chris was genuinely happy and in love……we’d clearly see it, not have to “read” about it.

I agree with you! I think it's important to note that this whole "PR or real" debate started because of them. It started with them kind of alluding that something is going on with different things (NYE 1.0., LV, the follows and likes) while not admitting they are "together" and then continued with the NYC pap walk 1.0. As you said, if from the very beginning we'd seen how happy and in love he is, Team PR probably wouldn't even exist. I'm not saying there wouldn't be people out there who believe it's PR, but not this amount, for sure.

I agree that his body language is always off and weird around her, like he isn't comfortable or like he is forced to be there. And considering the things you've mentioned, everything seems so fake and manufactured. We saw him being out with his girlfriends for years, and I'm not saying they were always smiley and all over each other, but there were clear moments where you could see they were in love, but there isn't a single one with Alba.

I don't blame people who think this is real. Most people just don't care enough about them or simply think whatever they say must be true. I think there are people on both sides who are "delusional" (I don't really like using this word though), believing and creating things that are clearly bullshit, or thinking that everything that happens proves a point.

It's truly weird to see the contrast between the articles and their body language. They are supposed to be "the one" for each other, yet they behave more intimately with their friends and seem to be more comfortable and natural around them. His body language and behavior should be the three times of everything we saw from his previous relationship since he is "head over heels" for her, but where is that huge love? I don't see it.

I think the NYC Pap Walk 1.0. video you mentioned was a big turning point. I mean, that pap walk was awful, but seeing how tragic it was behind the scenes was really interesting. He clearly didn't want to hold her hands, and to this day, they always walk next to each other as if they were just fighting a few minutes before.

The VD day dump didn't help either. Everything just feels so unnatural, fabricated, and out of character for him. I know we don't know him, but we saw how he acted in this previous relationship, and maybe if I saw that huge love we are supposed to see, I would believe he's changed his habits, but I see the exact opposite. And the wedding story has a lot of plot holes too.

The words, spoken and written, just don't match the body language.

[arthurthepeoplesprincess]

People act like the oppression of magic users in that badly written show is somehow comparable to real-life oppression, which is actually insane. How could someone even think like that? Be serious.

And not to make it about me, but as someone who is actually real, is a religious minority, has been through real-life oppression because of it, lost people I personally know because of terrorism, and grew up hearing stories about the dictators that terrorized my people and what my parents went through living through a war, and what I go through on a daily basis—I think it’s very dehumanizing to get compared to a fictional religious minority from a badly written show. That’s actually dangerous and has harmed almost all of the characters with their "beliefs."

Do you think I or any other real-life minority hurt people with our beliefs? Are real-life minorities genuinely dangerous, or are we just hated because we exist? The magic ban, if it’s anything close to real life, would be like gun control or something, but in this case, people are born with guns attached to them I guess.

That being said, Arthur (or any character) hating magic when almost all of his encounters with it have been harmful to him ever since he was a kid is totally understandable. You’d be crazy to think it isn’t. It’s like expecting gun violence victims to not hate guns.

What’s even funnier is that some people think those who harmed him were some type of revolutionaries when almost every single magic user who appeared did it out of personal gain. Maybe blame the writers for making it hard to sympathize with these characters when every one of them literally proves Uther right. Like, okay, Edwin was right, Freya was just a poor girl (who was harmed by magic herself), Mordred was just a kid, and Kara was one of the only characters who were genuinely a revolutionary and wanted to free her people. But even then, they had to make her kill innocent civilians because according to the writers, you can't fight for freedom without being bad. But even if you set aside the few exceptions, was it revolutionary of Sophia to rape Arthur using her magic? Or was it revolutionary when Morgana did a similar thing to Gwen and shade Lancelot? No, it was just pure evil, a supernatural evil that no real-life person could even do, yet we get compared with them.

This of course isn't me saying Uther was right or that I support him or that their oppression is justified. It's just me saying stop acting like they are real or comparable to real-life people, because they aren't, and it's dehumanizing to be compared to them. And why don’t you go educate yourself on the real, ongoing genocides happening as you read this? Maybe try to help those people instead of acting like Arthur is real and the evilest villain to ever exist. Since you care so much about oppressed people, or does your activism only exist in fandom?

The levels some of you have reached with your inability to distinguish between reality and fiction are astounding. Your posts are starting to sound like people who like Arthur would ignore the suffering of real-life people in favor of the well-being of a dictator's son. Be real.

Also, just a side note: since a lot of you like to act as if Arthur is impossible to sympathize with, but is welling to sympathize with Merlin and forgive him for all the immoral actions he ever committed, I’m just gonna say realistically, if they were real, nobody would give a fuck about Merlin and his suffering. When a revolution comes, he would still be a fucking traitor in the eyes of the people. So yeah.

[dinums]

Secrets and Broken Hearts

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Chapter 4

Thomas Shelby x (Writer) Reader

"I am a woman in love, I wear my heart on my sleeve and smile with not a single thought. I am a woman in love, happily content to where I shall be and where I shall go, as long as I am with him."

Authors Note: I made this story with not much thought, but I wanted to portray the reader and Tommy living their separate lives to have you, readers, have a gist on what its like, to make the character, Ms. Bennett feels real. I don't really know if that makes sense or if I'm doing it correctly, but please enjoy :)))

Two days and six hours, it's been exactly two days and six hours since I've started this investigation that I burdened myself with. All I've been getting are bits of information from the men and women. Women loved to gossip, so much so that they became one of the sources of said information. These missing wives, they had nothing in common with one another. They were just normal working women before they got married and settled down. What would society even do with them? I feel like a jester, juggling my social life together with this secret double life. I never really got used to such taxing activities mentally. This whole investigation, could it be some murderer? Human Traffickers? Surely, this culprit had a motive, a reason, something these women had that they wanted, something these women can give, choice or not.

"Why does everyone call you by your last name?" Andrew suddenly asked, which made me look over at the small child playing by the racks of clothes in William's shop.

Tilting my head, I seem to not know the reason behind it either. Andrew is the son of the man I visited to get close to have more information about the missing wives rather than relying on gossip alone. The child himself was quite entertaining to be around. He spoke so freely about his mother, telling stories of how loving the woman can be.

"Well, if you want, you can call me by my first name," I said with a smile. Walking over to crouch down to his eye level, I gave him a pat on the head, which earned me a smile in return

"Isn't this a sight, hm?" I heard the familiar voice of William from behind. He was at the back with Catherine earlier, presumably sorting out fabrics and dresses.

"C'mon, I've only offered to let this little guy stay here while his father worked, for the assurance that nothing will happen," I said softly though assuming from their reactions, it wasnt taken quite kindly. The statement itself was considered a lie. I lied. Lying straight to the face of the man I love, like how I would every day to everyone, including this child.

"So you don't want me here... Ms. (Y/N)?" Andrew asked me, his face looked sad, eyes like melting glaciers about to fall.

"Of course not, I just meant that I couldn't risk you being alone without your father, even though -"

"So you care for me.. right?" The little child said, hopeful, which made me think, how can he care about my feelings towards him in such a small amount of time we've been together? Children truly are innocent, things to be kept safe from the world we live in. Furthermore, care. To care is to help, a genuine action done out of the kindness of one's own heart. I do that, correct? I think for a moment, my actions, words, and emotions all contradict one another. Both men in the room seemed to take notice of my silence, which in turn made me aware. Aware that they can never know these thoughts, to Bury it, to hide. Breaking from my thoughts, I smiled at the child.

"Of course I do, but later your father will pick you up, I'll have William stay with you since I need to go for a bit, yeah?" Standing back up, I walked over to William. He then wrapped his arms around my waist, leaning against him while I looked back at Andrew. Understandingly, the child nodded, which made me smile.

"Eh? Where will my heart go? Guess she'll leave me alone once again..." William joked, kissing me on the cheek, which made me chuckle.

Seeing the display of affection, the child grimaced and then ran off to play somewhere else, which made me and William laugh.

"I promised you a date. Therefore, you must let me go for a while to prepare," I giggled. Going to dates on Friday was kind of like our tradition, a simple act to show love and to feel it radiate from each other. Feeling his lips on mine for a brief moment, I smiled.

"Alright, I'll pick you up at our place," William smiled. He's always such a loving man, doing more than beyond.

"See you later, love," I said, parting with a kiss before I headed out. Love was something I wasn't familiar with, which sometimes led me to be confused on how to act around William, though lucky enough that he guided me through it.

Walking down the street, I'm greeted with familiar faces. Some I can't remember the names. The smoke filled air, and the mud on my shoes did little to dampen my mood. Suddenly, people started to run about, screaming and shouting.

Confused, I slowed my footsteps. There, on a shop, a lifeless man was dead with Danny holding a bloody knife. My eyes widened, I tried to move, but nothing came out, I held my breath, and though I investigated crimes like this, I never saw a man dead right in front of me. From this day, I'm sure I'll never get used to this.

Someone passes by me, but it can be considered more like shoved. It was Thomas Shelby. He went over, took the knife from the man's hand, and calmed him down. The scene deescalated just as quickly as it happened. Once Thomas got Danny to go away, coming with some surge of confidence, I began to walk towards him with his hack turned to me.

"Mr. Shelby..?" I said softly as to not startle the man, whipping his head back, he looked at me without uttering a word, he simply raised a brow which I took as a cue to keep going.

"What will happen to Danny now..? He just -" stopping myself to look at the dead body in front of us, he followed my gaze and just shook his head. Taking a cigarette, he lit one up and placed it on his mouth, blowing the smoke in the corpses' direction. "Mr. Shelby, I worry for him and his family.."

"Don't stick your nose into others' business, saves you the trouble, eh?" He said, as he was about to walk past me. He took my hand and gave me a few quids, which caused me confusion. Was this for my silence? Though that seems rather odd since a quarter of the town already saw what happened, or was it so I'd stop with being so nosy?

"For the bread."

"Bread? What bread?" I asked, my brows furrowed as I looked up at the man. The more he acted, the more he perplexed me. Seeing his face, he tilted his head as if he should be confused

"You dont remember, again?" I shook my head, remembering what he gave me moments ago, i tried to have him take the money back, but he refused, saying he already gave them, so it'll be no use. In the end, he walked away and left me be, confused, I placed the coins inside my coat pocket before walking home. What did i forget again? No matter what I have other things to do at the moment, I need to get the memory of the dead body out my head.

After preparing for my date, at eight o'clock sharp there was a knock on the door, I smiled and opened it. William appeared with a bouquet and fresh smile, I'm taken back to memories when he was still courting me.

"Flowers for the beautiful lady?" He asked, which I gladly took. Holding up his hand, I held them. I locked the door, and we began to walk towards the pathway to a small restaurant.

"Thank you for this, for everything, Will," I said while we kept walking hand in hand.

"Then I should thank you too"

"For what?"

"For letting me love you"

"Then, you're welcome."

With that, we spent the rest of the day together, I told him about what happened earlier, and he's told me of stories he heard and so on. Everything feels nice. It feels like home as we both made it out to be.

...

That night, Ms. Bennett was content with her lover. Everything played out perfectly. She lived a good life and was happily in love. Maybe fate can say the same for the man she bumped into earlier as he's inside the Garrison, enthralled by the singing Barmaid before him. Surely both Ms. Bennett and Mr. Shelby will live their lives with love found in someone else's eyes.

[nix-fics]

Rocket's Little Girl

When a small Terran child is abducted and experimented on for months, she makes a friend. Little did she know, that she would help him as much as he helped her. "You know, your fur is really pretty," she said louder, determined to keep his attention. Subject 89P13’s fur bristled instantly; his head snapped to look at her with the most shocked face Phoenix had ever seen. "What!?" he croaked out. Phoenix could not help but giggle at this, "Your fur! It looks soft! The color is also the opposite of the walls. " A matter-of-fact tone laced her words as she perked up. Subject 89P13 genuinely was bewildered. "The walls?" he echoed. All he got was a curt nod from the little girl.

TW: Blood, Child experimentation, kidnapping, needles, depressing themes.

Chapter One

White rooms. 

That's what laboratories are always portrayed with. 

The sterile halls, the fluorescent lights, hushed experiments gone wrong.

It sounds like a horrible place on paper, but living through it is another whole monstrosity. Not a single depiction has described how loud it always feels. The hallways tower above you like mountains, the ceiling an unreachable and manufactured sky. Every small noise from a pin dropping to a featherlight footstep was made into a loud roar. It echoed and echoed until your skull started to rattle, and it never faded, because your own breathing would become warped and echo back to you in a garbled voice. Your own body soon became your enemy, as it betrayed you day in and day out. 

Nothing felt private. Nothing felt sacred. Nothing was your own. Even if you spent a lifetime in this sterile prison, you would never feel comfortable. You’d never feel warm or at peace. The floors would always remain cold and sticky to your bare feet, which would always make your feet sore when you finally sat back down. Instead of your clothing becoming comfortable and molding to your body over time, the fabric would always feel coarse. Sometimes, after you woke up, you would have a rash from where the fabric was pressed on too tightly. Breathing even felt like an action that wasn’t even your own. The air tasted stale and recycled, after a few days indoors you forget what a breeze felt like. It was all so sickening bright, so sickeningly clean, and so sickeningly loud. The fluorescent lights would always taunt you and remind you of a sun, but lack the warmth, and always let out a loud droning hum. It was always too bright. 

 "Too bright… " Phoenix thought. 

She tried to blink in an attempt to get used to the light burning into her eyes. Her efforts were in vain, and all she got in return was dry eyes. The sleep in her eyes only added to her discomfort. With a whine, the little girl attempted to rub her eyes, nothing happened, so she tried it again. As her consciousness was slowly being regained, she could feel the pressure of some metallic edges digging into her wrists. 

Phoenix then turned her head to the side, trying to get some respite from the bright lights, only to be met with the torsos of strangers in green. The clothes they wore were familiar but completely void of wear and tare. A wave of realization washed over the 9 year old. She remembered this place. This was the place they would take her and- 

A sense of dread filled her gut, making her throat dry up. She started to tug on her restraints, ignoring the pain against her bone.

"No-no… I don't want… here." She muttered out, her voice shaking. She was still being affected by whatever they were pumping into her, so she could hardly make a coherent sentence. A sense of helplessness caused her to try to suck up as much air as she could, only to just let it all out at once, and soon this process began to repeat. 

The people in white walked around her, taking notes and checking the distant screens. If Phoenix's eyes weren't being clouded with tears she would have probably been able to read them. She started to shake her head in an attempt to distract herself, to get away, or something similar. 

Her small voice choked out “i wa-nt to go hom-me." 

A faint sense of accomplishment flooded her mind when her weak struggling got some attention. She let out a small wail when the pain in her wrists became too much to handle. With a frustrated groan, she eased up on struggling, soon resorting to speaking since she had their attention. A larger person in green scurried over and quickly inspected her. 

"The chemicals wore off, subject is conscious"

"Put it under again." 

Phoenix didn't like the way these people talked about her. It made her feel small, well, smaller. She felt the tears begin to run down her cheeks. She hated feeling as if she were an animal unworthy of interaction or consideration. She voiced this with the most strength she could muster in her current state. 

"nO- I D-DON'T LIKE THIS-" 

Her moment of strength seemed to only make it worse, because she then caught a glimpse of a needle nearing her. Her mind was soon clear of any Haze, and she became aware of the fact she couldn't feel her legs. She couldn't stop herself from beginning to tremble and shake, afraid to even glance down.

" Yes ma'am. " The bigger person in white responded. 

The person came near and grabbed her left forearm holding it still, their grip too tight, and the gloves irritating her skin even more. 

  Phoenix attempted to thrash, but felt like her limbs weighed a hundred pounds. She couldn't handle another needle or injection. She couldn't handle falling asleep again. To aid her objection she let out a broken scream, which began to sting her throat. But it didn't matter how much thrashing or yelling she did because in the end, she was still a prisoner. She still wasn't her own. She was their object. She didn't have a single choice in her life that wasn't made by someone else and in moments like these, that reality made itself incredibly clear. 

The ice cold needle slid into her arm and the doctor pushed the sedative into her frail body.

A final desperate scream tore through before the girl's eyes shut, her world going dark and her body going numb. 

……

She missed her family more than anything. Her daddy would know what to do. Her mommy would find her. They loved her, they told her so every day. They would find her. She was certain of it. She had to be. 

And so, every day she would wait. Eyes glued to the door, waiting for her parents. Always waiting only to always be heartbroken and devastated when she was met with a man in strange armor placing a tray of food. In moments like those she was reminded that she, in fact, was very hungry. So she would eat, fall asleep, then wake up with a new bandage or a new ache in her body. It was maddening, and months of this passed by with her still hoping, longing, and believing that her parents would come for her. 

She would always begin to remember the time she spent when she would play with her family. She would try to remember what her mom and dad would sound like when they laughed, but as time passed, doing that made her feel worse. She would never admit it, but she had forgotten what they sounded like, and soon couldn't remember the details of their faces. all good things must come to an end so they say.

 Phoenix didn't even know when she broke, but she knew it happened. She was forced to realize her family wasn't coming back. She realized she didn't even know how long she had been left there. She didn't even know if her birthday had passed… She was alone. Alone… Alone…  Alone… 

Sitting and waiting was quickly replaced with screaming, crying, and hitting the walls. Day after day, Phoenix would scream and yell but no change ever came. She even tried to attack the man who gave her food, which resulted in a nasty bruise on her eye that swelled. She learned very quickly that it was more trouble than it was worth to throw tantrums. Soon she became tired of crying, she became tired of tantrums, and so she began to become hopelessly docile. The silence was deafening, but the echo if she did speak was painful. The noise of her own voice was sickening to her now.

  She soon began to try to get used to her schedule. She would sit and sit, alone and unbearingly uncomfortable, they would feed her mush, she would fall asleep, and when they were done with whatever they did, back into her room Phoenix would go. Never a toy or something like it to keep her company. Not a single thing to distract herself from the place she remained. The walls were far too empty and clean to even make shapes out. The only company was the all too bright lights above her. Always on, always looming, always cold.

……

At this point Phoenix lost count how many days, weeks, or months passed. It could've been years for all she knew, but she hadn't really grown much, so she doubts it. Today was just like any other day, the same silence and drone of the lights above, she stared at her legs, tracing over the scars on them, not really noticing that her skin didn't feel her own fingers on some particular spots. She flexed her toes and began to try to move one at a time. A dull sense of pride caused the slightest of smiles to grace her features because she realized she has improved her control over her toes. 

She heard footsteps approaching her room. She let her hands drop to her sides and she stared at the door expectantly, her smile dissipating. Another meal, she curiously wondered where her new scar would be. Instead of her usual meal of mush that greeted her, she instead saw the man in the armor holding nothing but his weapon. A newfound terror found its way into Phoenix's gut as she scrambled into the corner. 

"Wh-what did I do??!!" She yelled at the man. Her body began to tremble and shake without her being able to control it. 

In response the guard began to walk over to her, causing Phoenix to cover her face with her hands, curling up. Instead of a hit of pain, she felt the person's hand grab her upper arm and practically rip it out of its socket. She let out an involuntary wail of terror as she was yanked to her feet. Before she could comprehend what was happening the person began to drag her out of the room at a faster pace than Phoenix had walked in who knows how long. 

Phoenix could barely stand let alone walk, so she was constantly stumbling over her own feet. She could honestly admit she was too scared to see where she was being dragged. All that she could comprehend is that she was being taken to some horrific place and that she would be awake during one of the experiments, or worse, she could've lost her use. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks and all she could do was bury her face into her free hand, blindly being dragged through the halls. 

The noise was too loud, her feet painfully dragged on the ground as it clung to her flesh. The noise leaving a squeaking echo, making her want to puke. The distant wails and screams made louder the farther she was dragged. Her hands soon went from her eyes to her ear, trying to block them out. She hadn't even noticed the fact she had started to hyperventilate. 

Then, all at once, she was tossed onto some metal floor haphazardly. She hit the ground with a loud thud, it was all she could do to not open her eyes. Instead, she just curled up as she heard the sound of a latch closing. The ache on her skin where she was dragged was already beginning to bruise. She didn't want to open her eyes. She just wanted to get out of this place. She didn’t even remember where she wanted to go, just someplace not sterile. All she could continue to do was cry. So she remained curled up, hoping to just fall asleep.

“Some of us are trying to sleep in here!” a raspy voice called out. 

Phoenix instinctively flinched at the sudden voice. Another voice? Not just a voice, this one was different from the usual monotone voices that plagued her thoughts. Not even similar to the voices that would drone on and on behind closed doors, or when a sedative would wear off. 

"Oh my god, there's a kid now." another voice mumbled, seemingly to themself.

“People?” Phoenix thought. In a moment of hesitant hope, she took a chance to glance up, not sure what she was expecting to see. What greeted her were mats on the floor that lined each unbearingly white wall. Each held Animals, Creatures, and a few humans, none seemed to be her age, making Phoenix feel embarrassed that she had been on the floor crying seconds earlier. 

She glanced around the room, trying to gather more of her barings. Not many stared at the small girl for long, seeming to not want to accept her presence. Some of the ones that would meet her gaze soon turned away in what seemed like disgust or irritation. Phoenix wiped a tear track from her face, trying to calm her beating heart. She hadn’t realized she was still crying. With a resounding sniff, she sat on her knees. 

Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as her old room. At least she isn’t alone anymore. Phoenix attempted to ignore the gnawing in the back of her mind that it was going to get much worse, somehow. After spotting an open mat in the farest corner of the room, Phoenix shakily stood up, making her way to the unoccupied space. While she attempted to stumble to the back of the room, growls and snarls would  greet her if she tripped too close to an individual. 

Their eyes followed her every move. Phoenix felt exposed, the hair on the back of her neck standing, she felt as if one wrong move would have her killed. Not that she hadn't before but now, with all these creatures looking at her like prey, it made her heart race. As she neared the back of the room the girl stumbled to the mat in the corner. As far away as possible from the beings. The mat was just as stiff as the one in her old room. The pillow case was quite literally a burlap sack and the blanket was no more than a thin sheet. 

“At least I have a blanket.” she optimistically thought.  The second her knees touched the cushion she heard the sound of a strong electricity surge around her, causing her to involuntarily yelp. She frantically glanced around the room, no one seemed phased. She did manage to pick up on the slight discoloration of the white around her. Curiosity that she had forgotten she still had immediately gave her a wide eyed expression. She scooched close to the edge of the discoloration and stared at it. She blew on it and felt her own breath blow back. A smile graced her feature as she went to poke it. Her joy only increased, her hand felt fuzzy when she touched it. A part of hew realized she now had a smaller space to exist, but now she had a tingly wall, which was a decent trade off. She soon let her hand sprawl out over the barrier, seeing it grow slightly glitchy, but she enjoyed the tickling on her hand. Most of the other experiments had gone back to ignoring her at this point, but a few glares had returned because she was becoming an irritant.

Noticing the tension in the air, her smile immediately retreated as she looked down at her lap. Phoenix turned away hoping they would go back to trying to sleep. She decided today she wouldn’t focus on the barrier, instead she would cover herself with a sheet she never had before. After scampering on top of the mat, Phoenix took a glance around the room. As long as she stayed quiet and out of the way, no one would bother her. With a delicate maneuver, she snuggled herself under the sheet. Somehow, in the large, cold, and echoing room, Phoenix found herself just relieved she is no longer alone. Even if the people around her weren’t kind, they were like her.

……

Phoenix never wanted the silence ever again. She never wanted to go back to being alone ever again, but in moments like these she second guessed herself. The hallways outside of the doors echoed loud enough into the room where she was curled up. A scream far too violent to result in anything good. It was all the little girl could do to hide herself under the sheet and cover her ears as tightly as she could, but it could never block it out. “ kid.” She fainty heard a familiar voice call, but she didn’t make a move. The screaming continued to fill the room, it made her want to throw up. Her stomach churned as she heard a loud crash. Phoenix began to shake her head violently, then began to hit her head, trying to distract herself. “Kid!” the voice repeated, louder and angrier than before. It apparently was enough because it caused phoenix to peek out from under the thin sheet at the creature across from her. “I was worried you knocked yourself out or somethin'.” Phoenix didn’t smile at this, she instead flinched at the yells from the guards. Nothing the creature had said to her in the past ever seemed to help her. He snapped at her when she asked about the strange men, telling her that they were actually called the security. He always seemed to be angry with her, the more and more people disappeared the more frightened she would feel, and the meaner he would get. 

She faintly heard a tired sigh from the creature. “You got a name?” he sounded like he was straining to remove the growl from his voice. Phoenix looked at the creature and took a slow breath “...Phoenix?” “gee kid do you not even know your own-” just as he began, he stopped, took a deep breath, then started over “That’s a nice name… “ 

"Thank you…What's- what's your name?" 

Phoenix spoke hesitantly to not anger him again, she wasn’t sure how this snappy creature would react to her in general. The creature looked at Phoenix with an expression akin to bewilderment or frustration. After a few seconds of him gauging her expression his mouth twitched as he looked at the wall to his side, crossing his arms casually

 " 89P13."

 Phoenix scrunched her nose at this. "That's not a name.. that's just a lot of numbers."

The small creature took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. His ear twitched before  opening his mouth to explain.

"Well-"

"What's something you like?" 

Subject 89P13 didn't know how to respond to this small child. She was genuinely curious, he could see it but he knew he couldn't play into her little game. Getting to know people didn't help anyone here. He honestly had no idea why he even tried to spark up a conversation anyway.

"Doesn't matter. " He ended the conversation as quickly as it had started. Padding back to his mat, he sat down, back facing the small girl. It wouldn't help to talk to her. 

Phoenix stared at the angry little creature's back. That was her first conversation that had lasted over a minute. A newfound determination and desperation to not let it end filled her chest, her fingers twitched with eagerness, because this was also the first time 89P13 hadn't completely snapped at her.

“You know your fur is really pretty” she spoke louder than before, determined to keep his attention. 

Subject 89P13’s fur bristled instantly, his head snapped to look at her with the most shocked face phoenix had ever seen. “What!?” he croaked out.

Phoenix couldn't help but giggle at this, “your fur! It looks soft! The color is also the opposite of the walls.” A matter of fact tone laced her words as she perked up.

Subject 89P13 genuinely was bewildered. “The walls?” he echoed. All he got was a curt nod from the little girl. 

"They sometimes hurt my eyes. They get too bright. The lights hurt sometimes too. But they tell me to not talk about it. They used to say I talk too much.  I learned that they won't hurt me as much if I stay quiet " Phoenix took a moment to actually breathe. 

Subject 89P13 stared dumbfounded at the little girl. He honestly felt like he just opened a can of worms he wouldn’t be able to close again. 

"That's why I said your fur is pretty. It's nice to look at and doesn't hurt my eyes. And it looks warm. Are you always warm? Or do you get cold? "

The small creature had no idea how to respond to this. The fact that someone, this tiny girl nonetheless, was trying to continue a conversation. She was clueless, she had to be. Phoenix was staring at him with a hopeful expression on her face. A part of him couldn’t actually conjure the energy to snap at her, so with a resounding huff, he responded.

"Uh- I don't get cold. "

Phoenix grinned at his answer and tried again at her first question " What do you like? "

Subject 89P13 found himself answering even though he'd have a better time not even acknowledging the runt.

"I like sleeping." he answered shortly, only to catch the girl’s excitement dull. He growled to himself before giving a better answer. “ I like making things. “ 

He felt his stomach churn as he heard an excited gasp, he had to close his eyes to try and hide his grimace. A soft pitter-patter of Phoenix's feet echoed throughout the room as she got close to the barrier.

" What kind of things? " She asked in wonder.

“Great,” Subject 89P13 groaned to himself.

“ I build things like… “ Subject 89P13 looked for the simplest of words to describe his ‘hobby’ “remotes..?”

“ remotes? “ Phoenix scrunched her nose. "That doesn't sound exciting" she thought. "For what?" 

" For- things. "

"What kind of things?" 

Subject 89P13 was growing annoyed with her never ending curiosity. " Bomb things. Now stop asking questions." 

Phoenix tried to stay quiet, she really did but she just needed to ask one more little question.

"What do you need bombs for? Are you a spy-" 

" Just Shut UP! " he barked at Phoenix. 

The young girl flinched at his raised tone, her expression immediately falling. She looked away and shuffled back to her mat. She ducked under her sheet and turned to the wall, she would’ve apologized but decided being quiet was better. She attempted to not let it get to her, but of course, her shaky breathing echoed through the room. After a little bit she quieted down, her eyelids growing heavy. She welcomed sleep the second it came.

…… 

At some point, Phoenix had become old enough to be awake during the testing. She didn't know what marked her ready for that, but over the last 15 times, Phoenix had been poked, prodded, and injected with a wide arrangement of needles and liquids. On some special days she would be knocked unconscious, then wake up with a large bandage somewhere with stitched. Today was one of those days.

She was now laying on her bed already tracing the bruises forming across her body. The damage most definitely internal this time. There was a new pain behind her eyes, almost that akin to a migraine. The more she thought about it the worse it got, so she tried to turn her attention to other things. 

People began to disappear a short while after she arrived. She didn't really understand where they were taken, subject 89P13 never seemed to tell her, so she decided not to pry. As of now, the room she once felt threatened in was now becoming an empty cage like the one she was trapped in for as long as she could remember.  Subject 89P13 was still around and every once in a while they would have a small conversation, his patience for her seeming to improve the older she got. There seemed to be a moment that neither one was going anywhere, and neither one wanted to. 

Today seemed to be one of subject 89P13's test days, due to his absence. So it was silent, the stuffy and loud silence she had grown to despise. The one that haunted her every waking moment. She hated it more than she could comprehend. Phoenix huffed and diverted her attention to a way to keep the silence to a minimum. Humming to herself she discovered seemed to work. For better or for worse, there wasn't anyone in here to be bothered by it anyway… 

So little Phoenix sat there humming out different tunes, building upon her previous works. In the end she started coming up with lyrics too, none of which made much sense but that wasn't the point. It was a shred of happiness and she grasped on to it. One of the few things she truly believes is her own. One of the only things that they don't own.

A loud screech of the door interrupted her song, making Phoenix jump. On instinct she scooted herself onto her mat and pulled her pillow close, keeping her gaze on the ground. 

The loud footsteps of the guards were a silent promise of her companion returning, so despite her fear of them, their presence was welcome. 

There was a pained grunt and a loud thud coming from across the room, then the all familiar whir of electricity. Then the footsteps faded, and their presence was gone with a resounded slam of the door. 

The sound still echoing a few seconds after they disappeared. Once it was silent, Phoenix could just about make out and strained breathing from across the room.

Slowly, Phoenix looked up from the ground and was greeted with the all familiar brown creature in a fetal position. Her gut seemed to weigh thousands of pounds at the sight of  new electrical attachments littering his back; the fur was freshly shaved and the skin was grotesquely raw. She set her pillow to the side as delicately as possible and crawled to the edge of her barrier. All she could do for a while was stare in horror, her eyes watering.  

"Are you ok?" She barely whispered out. 

The room took her voice and easily carried it to the creature despite her initial volume. In return, he growled out something Incoherent, his back still to her. The strain in his voice was palpable, and seemed to end with a stunted wail in pain. He clearly wasn't able to speak even if he wanted to. 

Phoenix shut her mouth and felt helpless. This was worse than she had ever even imagined. Her own aches seemed to disappear and were replaced with dread. Or was it anger?

Silence filled the air, consistently being broken with a strained groan from 89P13. It was all she could do to try to look for something to help him. All she could do was draw a blank. And so she remained sitting at the edge of her barrier, feeling small, well, smaller. 

…

…

…

" a…at least your fur is still pretty…?"

A bark of a laugh that sounded more like a gasp of pain was the response she got. " you.. and your thing with fur- Gah- !"

89P13 could hardly speak without it feeling like his insides were being ripped apart. Yet somehow he managed to laugh. His grimace was practically a sneer, but the corners of it turned up. "This kid" he silently laughed to himself. 

Phoenix's frown turned into a look of horror as she saw the small creature force himself to roll over. She got the smaller glimpse of parts of his skin breaking and red peaking out. Then she met his eyes. " your… your back was red " she spoke as softly as she could. 

89P13 couldn't help but slightly grin at this. " what's n-new… " he strained through clenched teeth. 

Phoenix scowled at the creature, which honestly amused him. "Are you going to lecture me-?" He quirked a brow, as his body started to sweat. 

"Please, don't disappear." She spoke just as softly as she usually did. 

And there it was. The thing 89P13 wanted to avoid, attachment. Be it the strain it was to speak, or the sudden shock, he honestly couldn't tell, but he just stared. 

"I don't want to be alone again." Phoenix was unashamed to admit it. It was more selfish than she wanted to acknowledge, but it was true. Right now, she didn't know what else she wanted to say anyway. 

On 89P13's side, he was practically a statue. He swallowed dryly and soon winced in pain.

Taking a shaky breath, " me neither, kid " he barely muttered out. 

They met each other's gaze, in a silent promise. Phoenix wanted to say much more, but she knew nothing would've really mattered. 89P13's gaze softened and after a few seconds, he blinked slowly before rolling onto his stomach, shutting his eyes fully. The blood now clearly staining the edges of his fur. 

With that she turned back to her wall and layed down. Her aches weren’t gone but thinking about his injuries made Phoenix feel oddly numb to her own ailments. She didn't have metal in her body, well there was none that she knew of, and here she was being sad about it when he was in a lot more pain then her. 

As she snuggled onto her mat she thought of all the ways to make him feel better. Maybe she could make a remote. He liked remotes. 

Phoenix decided that someday, she would make a remote for 89P13.

[bdudette]

STRANGER THINGS BOYS WITH AN AFFECTIONATE LOVER !

Characters Included : E. Munson, B. Hargrove, S. Harrington

Warnings: Mentions of Neglect, Slight Cursing, Mentions of Bullying.

Authors Note: I was feeling so motivated to write some soft stranger boys — ugh, love them. This is rather long btw.

✫ EDDIE MUNSON

He loves hugging you so much, he is basically as affectionate as you.

Oh my goodness, how did he get so freaking lucky !? Eddie was sure most of the town hated his guts and club, especially the ladies in his place.

He never really had any romantic relationships. Not even when he was a little brat .. well — he didn’t count his week old girlfriend to be much of a romantic relationship at all. They never even held hands because the girl didn’t want to be seen with him. Well — no chick from Hawkins wanted to be close to him — especially the older he got. Most likely because of his dnd group, band and himself in general. They said that he was too lame be with — and could ruin their reputation if they were even seen with him.

But then, there you came in. The man thought you were gonna react towards him like every single gal he met when the Teacher put you as his partner for a Project — but he was so wrong. Eddie instantly fell in love with you as soon as you spoke to him with that warm voice of yours, with genuinely kind words. Looking at him with those gentle and understanding eyes.

And so — you both became friends by Eddie instantly going in for it and asking you to be his friend, of course you accepted his friendship despite the knowledge of who Eddie was and what he did. You are so lovely, so kind, so smiley, so outspoken — so, so — beautiful.

Of course, it wasn’t long after that he asked you out. For some reason — and with great luck for him — You said yes to dating him !? Big shocker to him, I know.

When you guys started dating — it was a little awkward since the poor guy didn’t exactly have experience with relationships. But Eddie quickly found out that you were a very affectionate type of lover and weren’t afraid to shower him with love. Phew.

You loved to be close to him, hold his hand, snuggle up to his chest, kiss his everything — chest, shoulders, head, arms. You spewed word of likeness towards him and later your love for him. You enjoyed seeing him stutter and flush up with embarrassment as well as happiness when you praised him, complimented him, and shamelessly loved him.

And what did he think about that ? Of course he loved this so much ! He soon started to shower you with so much affection once he got used to all the touchy smoochy stuff. He was so touch starved — after all, he lived with his uncle and the only physical love he could get from him was quick hugs and pats, not that he is complaining of course.

Overall, Eddie Munson enjoyed giving out the same vibe as you. The same amount of affection to you. And he will flip off anyone who so much as calls you clingy and shit because there’s no problem with you giving him so much love like this. They are just jealous.

✫ BILLY HARGROVE

He is so not used to this.

In all his life, billy never really knew what affection was like. Well, once upon a time in his life he did … until his mother left him in the hands of his father, then all he knew was pain and anger. After that, any type of affection he knew and got was — well, nothing actually. He just got violence and sexual intercourse with no strings attached.

So when you came with all the happy dabby bullshit of affection — he avoided you. Glared at you, scoffed at you, even insulted you a few times — and maybe it was because he was jealous with how easy going you were, or at how easy it was for you to smile genuinely and even show affection towards your friends like it was easy — but he didn’t like you at all at first.

Not until you came up at him and confronted him after a jab he gave at you towards your friends — though your voice was kind of shaky and eyes trembled at the action of confronting him. He clicked his tongue at you and ignored you after that. He doesn’t know why he was so … jealous of you — jealous of your friends. He really doesn’t. And that pissed him off so badly.

But then, the truth became exposed to him. He liked you. Like — actually romantically likes you. And at first he avoided you despite having some classes together. Observed you from afar to watch your smiles and laughters — though, it got his jealousy going up. He didn’t really do much but push you away, afraid of his own feelings for you. But that didn’t last long. Especially with how determined you were despite not being the confrontational type. Instead, you befriended him — somehow, someway. And being friends with him was never bad. You got closer to him, gave him space when he needed it, never took advantage of his vulnerability and comforted him when he started letting you to.

You being his emotional, loving support was basically you signing to be with him forever. Billy was fucked up in the head if he ever thought he’d let go of you. He didn’t. And it took quite a bit for you guys to even get together. In fact, it took a whole semester and summer for Billy to ask you to go out with him. He just wanted to be sure you were really in it for him and he wanted assure you that he was slowly changing for you — he never told you that though.

And now, you guys are together. And sure, Billy was still quite rough around the edges. Always backing you up, helping you, protecting you from everything and everyone in this cruel world and shitty town. You helped him get rid of his abuser, or his father — not in that evilish kind of way, though you won’t say you’ve never thought of doing it with how long he’d abused Billy.

The thing that still had Billy shifting on his feet was how affectionate you were. How loving and appreciative of his you are. Billy has never been in this type of relationship before — never been in one really since it was all just booty calls and shit. But with you — it’s serious. And you showed it to him. You loved him. You caressed his face with your hands and whispered to him your devotion and love. It was all so uncomfortable for him at first but he slowly got used to it — not really but still.

Honestly, Billy thought you wanted to fuck the first time you hugged him, cuddled him — kissed him so tenderly that it hurt his heart from how much it was pounding. But you showed him that you didn’t. You started to show him intimate love that didn’t have sex in it. You — you cried honestly — you cried a little when he pressed his face against your neck so quietly, melting in your arms as his body language showed that he felt safe. To see him feel like this after a while of getting to know each other, knowing of his past, knowing what he went through — you were just happy that he was happy.

He wasn’t used to affection. But with you, he was sure to get used to it. And love it. Because it’s you who was giving it to him.

✫ STEVE HARRINGTON

[this one came out a little bad ngl, sorry ‘bout that]

He is so sure his heart is gonna jump out.

Seriously, this guy had always been known to be a player, the ‘prince’ of school, the dude with amazing hair. But as time went by — that was taken from him in some way and shape. From getting his popularity stolen to his girl leaving him ? At least he still had his good hair and was still charming. Though, in all honesty, he’s gotta say that having those things taken from him was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to him — despite the whole ‘ other-world -trying-to-kill-our-world ‘ thing going one.

He grew closer to a bunch of little brats that tease him and call him ‘ the mom ‘ of the weird little group. He was able to keep everyone safe and in check while simultaneously keeping the world safe. And the best thing of all — he met you. You. He remembers the first time he met you. You were as beautiful as you are today when he first met you in that store. When he turned around to greet you as he would with any upcoming customer and instead choking up on his words when he saw your smile. He just — it was honestly love at first sight.

You were, and still are, amazing. So kind with your words and considerations. You just — he can’t really explain everything with words, he doesn’t even have the words to describe you. You are seriously just that amazing and he is just as whipped.

Y’all’s first meeting was okay — he had stumbled on his words as he tried to speak to you and try to ask you out while Robin stayed in the back … laughing at his cringy misery. I honestly believe that Steve would be the only one who doesn’t friend you first — he’d automatically ask you out on a date — although in a clumsy way. Sooner — rather than later — you both hit it off. You hit it off so well that it didn’t take that long for you to warm up and show him pure affection. From the words that left your lips to the hugs that held him like the world would end that day.

Everything about you had always, and still does, take Steve’s breath away.

[growingingreenwood]

Hey Mama, are you doing okay????? In class today we were looking at polar vortex in North America rn and one of the places my teacher talked about was the province i think you live in (you're Canadian, right???) and he said it was like -40 Degrees Celsius there!!!!! I don't even know how to comprehend those temperatures!!!! Like, are you still alive out there???

Hello my sweet summer child! <3 You're right, I am Canadian! And im not going to lie to you, its been rough out here. And more importantly, its been CONSISENTLY COLDER THAN THE SURFACE OF MARS HERE.

My area of the province has set several temperature records in the past few days:

January 14, 2024: New record of -45.1, Old record of -41.6 set in 2020

January 13, 2024: New record of -45.3, Old record of -41.7 set in 1972

January 12, 2024: New record of -45.9, Old record of -39.4 set in 1969

This doesn't account for the Windchill factor which effectively made the temperatures closer to -55 degrees or colder. To put it into context the only way I can think to, According to Environment Canada at:

-28 to -39 degrees Celsius exposed skin can freeze in 10-30 minutes.

-40 to -47 degrees Celsius exposed skin can freeze in 5-10 minutes.

-48 to -54 degrees Celsius exposed skin can freeze in 2-5 minutes.

Literally not a single car in my family's worked, no matter what we did. This is including extended family, so like, 13 cars. Its just too damn cold for them. Hospitals were literally wrapping their ambulances with heated blankets in between calls so that the entire engine wouldn't freeze. In their heated garage.

Its about an eight day wait for any kind of towing or boosting services. From any provider.

We out here, we cant see anything through the ice fog because the air itself is frozen, but we out here.

Also, I feel like this is the perfect opportunity to give the rest of you much farther south than me tips for surviving other wandering polar vortex's in the future, because at least we're prepared up here:

YOU NEED SURVIVAL EQUPMENT IN YOUR CAR!!! I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH!!!! I'm talking heavy duty gloves, hats, socks, blankets, those heat reflective thermal blankets. If possible, have enough for at least two people but if you're a family ensure there's clothes for every member of your family. I also highly recommend that you get hand and feet warmers to put into your boots and gloves to prevent frostbite

Here is a good checklist to keep, and is very similar to what I have in my car:

https://todayshomeowner.com/weather/guides/winter-survival-kit-for-your-vehicle/

On that note, dressing for seriously cold weather is no fucking joke either, okay? There's an art to it, and that art is L A Y E R S . More layers than you think you need, and then one more. If you can bend your arms or legs without struggling at least a little bit, put another sweater on, underneath your windproof thick outer layer. And another pair of socks. Never leave the house without a hat and your ears covered.

Here's a good guide, which includes the warning signs, symptoms, and suggested actions for each stage of frostbite and hypothermia. Which, in case you didn't know happen in three stages of severity similar to burns but on the opposite side of the temperature scale.

Sorry to turn this into a Winter Weather Safety PSA but I genuinely cannot stress enough how important it is to be prepared in extreme cold. And please, for the love of everything good on this earth, do not and do not let your friends or anyone else walk anywhere when they've been drinking. Do. Not.

Every year in my city at LEAST several collage kids freeze to death because "their place isn't that far" "I have a good jacket." "Ive done it before."

People have frozen to death outside bars because they fell in a snowbank and were too drunk to get out and nobody saw them, because they tried to walk home.

Anyways, stay safe (and warm) out there everyone!!!!

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Wrath Akin To A God." Poly!DanBert X GN! Reader.

Okay! Here we are again! Another entry into Multi-May and this time it is Poly!DanBert! But not just ANY Poly!DanBert, mind you! This is for @applesontheground or Riri! She has this amazing fic called Your Own Prometheus, I am totally so into this fic, it is fucking amazing and I adore it so this fic is compliant with that, to the best of my ability anyway! Also Riri just graduated college and so this is a grad gift on top of that! So proud of you babe, seriously! Hope you all enjoy it too! Let’s goooo.

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Rating. Explicit. Rating. 1.7K. Herbert West And Daniel Cain X GN! Reader.They/Them Pronouns. No Parts Specified. Poly!DanBert. Your Own Prometheus Verse. Warnings: Established Relationship. Violence. Gore. Blood. Assault. FIght. Struggle. Experimentation. Choking. Fighting. Reader And Herbert Are MEAN To Each Other. ManHandling. Semi-Bondage. Edging. Denial. Needy Reader. Desperation. Begging. Implied Threesome.

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You thought you knew what you had been getting into when agreeing to help Dan and Herbert with their shared work and experiments. True, you have had some evenings of progress and minimal issues and those nights make you feel confident and like you know just what is going on, what to expect but then there are nights like this one, where every single fucking thing that could go wrong, did. Nights like this smack you upside the head and remind you mockingly while you are sprawled on the ground that no, you don’t know shit.

At first it was almost funny, the first thing that went wrong was you realised you’d put your scrub shirt on backwards, an action that was quickly corrected with a laugh and a shake of your head, no harm, no foul. After that you get into what you had begun to affectionately refer to as the “meat locker” and asked, what the plan was for that evening. It began with some note review, once Herbert was able to find the damn notes of course in the mess of paper that coated the table top, and tonight wasn’t going to be just theory it was going to be some real practice. A fresh body has been procured and that means thoughts can be put into action, ideas into hopeful reality.

When I say everything goes wrong, I do mean everything, from dropping instruments to missing veins over and over to the body spread out on the table getting up and attacking brutally, it was terrible. By the time said body was downed, mutilated, gutted, dead and harmless once again, the three of you were much worse off, blood splattered and heaving. 

The only sound is that of your heavy breathing and blood dripping, you are the one to break the silence, an old tired joke to break the ice, “That went well.” 

Dan exhaled amusedly, the back of his hand wiping over his forehead as he started to make a move to stand up. Herbert sighed as he stripped off his gloves and tossed them aside, the blue nitrile gloves proved to be no match for the torrent of scarlet, it paints the front of his scrub gown and has marked up the sleeves nearly to the elbows. 

“No one’s hurt so bad they need stitches so I’d say tonight’s gone better than it has previously.” Dan offers up and Herbert’s mouth flattens into an unimpressed line as he is stripping off the bloody garment, his outfit underneath is relatively unscathed. 

You start complaining, “That is all you gotta say after that mess Daniel? I mean that thing-” You gestured to the body near your feet, “-was choking Herbert out pretty aggressively and that hit you took to the face is definitely going to bruise.” 

Speaking of, you strode over, hands out and you are touching Dan, cradling his face, turning it to get a better look at the mark already forming, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll live.” You share a moment of eye contact and you know he is being genuine. Herbert’s voice cuts in, sounding annoyed that you weren’t checking in with him in the same fashion, “I’m fine too.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah I dunno about that.” 

Hands falling away from Dan you turn on your heel to look over across the room, “And what, pray tell, is that supposed to mean?” 

“It means that anyone who keeps on subjecting himself and us to this regularly, clearly isn’t fine. This shit that keeps happening is all because of you and your grand ideas and that leaves me and Dan to clean up your mess-”

“Clean up MY mess?! As if I am the only one responsible?” He fires back and you assert, “Yes! I don’t know if you noticed but I am covered in blood right now because I managed to run the bastard through, while he was choking you out mind you, and save your sorry ass.”

Dan throws his hands up, stepping away, metaphorically washing his hands of the matter and leaving to allow you and Herbert to sort this out on your own. He was approaching you and you were moving in on him as the verbal throw down continued, “If I knew that it was going to be such an arduous chore for you I never would have let you help.” 

You laugh, “And if I knew one, how stupid you could be when so focused on your ‘work’, and two, how utterly insane, uncaring and unthinking you could be, I’d never have agreed to assist!” 

“You aren’t that good of an assistant.” His arms are crossed and you scoff, “With the nature of your work I don’t think you are allowed to be that picky Dr.West.” You say his name with an ample amount of venom. 

“Again, I’m not holding a gun to your head, I’m not making you help.” He says and you almost want to back down, when Herbert was angry he could be terrifying but you stand your ground and you tell him, “Right, but if I am not here helping you then you’ll end up like one of these freakshow experiments of yours.” 

“Oh so you really do care?” He mocks and you say, “Of course I fucking care! That is why I am so pissed off. You are just so blind! I can’t leave you alone or you’ll get yourself fucking killed but that doesn’t mean I can’t be stressed out or bitch about it.” 

You stepped away, your back to him, now in front of the table the body used to be on at the start of the night, hands on the cool edge you say, “Sometimes I wish I were the one on the table. I think if that were the case I’d have a hell of a lot less problems.” 

You don’t even hear him step up behind you, no, you feel him first. His hands meet your shoulders and he pushes you, half forcing you over the table, his body presses to yours. “You know, that could be arranged.” 

The breath is stolen from your lungs, mind awash with curiosity, it grabs hold as you pour over every potential possibility of just what he could be meaning, and you ask, “What?”

“You could be the one on the table, if you truly wanted to be, maybe you should be, I think it could be good for you.” 

A hard swallow, still unsure, you inquire, “You think?”

“I do, according to you I somehow, inexplicably, think too much or not enough.” One hand is on your hip and the other one is sliding up your body, coming to grip your throat, you can feel his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, goosebumps raise as he presses onward, “I think you don’t trust me enough and also, that you talk too much.”

“Who? Me?” You question and his hand squeezes your throat once before it slides to the back of your neck, he pushes hard, your body slams down onto the table, head turning, cheek to cold metal. “Yes. You. Constantly running your mouth, always scrutinising, judging, I’m sick of it. You are right, however, the subjects on this table don’t do much talking or thinking, maybe if we get you in a similar state you’ll be more compliant and agreeable.”

This had a certain appeal, unexpected, exciting, you throw one last question his way to drive home your point and push his buttons, “Think you are capable of such a feat Doctor?” 

In a half hour Dan is coming back downstairs, much cleaner and hopeful that you and Herbert had worked out your petty squabbling. He doesn’t hear any yelling which is a good sign, his sneakers hit the bottom step and then the sound of you crying out reaches his ears. His first thought is you and Herbert attempting another experiment solo and it going awry, “Shit.”

He curses and moves forward quickly, the door is thrown open and he expects to see another scene similar to earlier, to see gore and a fight and true while there is still blood smeared and a struggle going on it wasn’t of the variety he was counting on. You are bent over the table, half undressed, Herbert’s belt around your neck, wrapped twist around his hand. Your form is sweat slick and your whole body is taut, Herbert’s hand that wasn’t currently holding the belt, was below your waist. You were a complete mess and Herbert looked far too composed, all things considered.

The sound of the door slamming open has you looking up at the source of the sound, you look like you could cry, you beg, sounding totally pathetically desperate, “Dannn, help me, please?”

He comes into the room properly and asks, “Herbert what are you doing to them?”

“Nothing bad, just trying to instill a little respect and discipline, Daniel.” He says it simply, his hand still working and Dan asks, “And you are doing that by?”

“Edging them until they can’t talk.” He said easily and the response came over the chorus of your needy moans, pleasure cresting again and Herbert’s hand stopping once more, you groaned in frustration. Dan’s eyebrows raised and he asked,“I thought we liked it when they talked?”

“Not when all they add to the proceedings are complaints.” The tone Herbert spoke in, directly into your ear made you shiver, eyes falling closed, a stirring of your hips, a silent plea for him to continue, something he obliges. 

“Seems really mean Herb.” Dan says it but it doesn’t sound that serious, his eyes are roving over your body, you feel vulnerable and exposed, insanely turned on, “So you don’t want to join in? I have to say this experiment so far is proving to be quite fruitful.” 

You hoped he would give in, that he would show mercy, so you implore him, “He-help, c’mon, Dan-”

Herbert mocked you with a sadistic grin, tugging on the belt, “Yeah, c’mon Dan, look how needy they are.” 

It is true, you don’t think you have ever been needier, you are approaching the edge once more and Hebert rips his hand away, leaving you hanging on the edge and you sob, tears threaten to spill down your cheeks as you whine and how is he meant to resist you like this? 

Dan knocked Herbert’s hand out of the way and he took over, his touch firm and right where you needed it, making you gasp out, “Tha-thank you”

“I gotta say, I’ll take this over you two fighting any day.” 

[crithaus]

For a man who worries over his legacy like Percy does it's really something to see his letter. y'know ofc he loves his family, ofc he'd do anything for them and barring the fact that he was preparing for his death for so long as to have the thing prepared and all, the whole letter was very sweet.

But Percy is a man keenly aware of his own impact on the world, even putting aside the gun thing. As he said in ep 36, the legacy of His Whitestone, where he- and all his family, every single resident of Whitestone- lives as long as Whitestone lives, is something that keeps him up at night, something most of his actions have as their impetus. He, noted responsibility shirker, keeps coming back to Whitestone, putting in effort for Whitestone, taking responsibility for Whitestone and, and that's why he totes The Name™ out there all the time. It's big, it's long, it has immense weight and meaning and in those 7+ names reside every single whitestonian that came before him, that lives now, and that will come after him. Every hand that helped weave Whitestone into being, every hand that helps the tapestry grow, and the hands that fix the shuttle or spin the wool are all there in his enormous name, and he takes very much pride in it. But even that is yet another one of Percy's masks. Even as genuine as that one can be, Percival Fredrickstien von Musel Klossowski De Rolo the Third is a mask, one of the closest to his heart but still

and yet, despite all that, he signs that letter 'Percy, of Vox Machina'. Just Percy. Cuz that's his dearest legacy right there, at that moment. His place in Vox Machina, his place in this family, and all the love and care he has for them that wouldn't fit in the paper. No masks, no posh bluster, no overbearing duty, just a man letting his friends know that despite having so much more to focus on, despite the looming end of the world threat and his ancestral seat and his sister and Whitestone, that this little ragtag group of assholes was the best of it, was what mattered most at the end. That even now in death he trusted and loved them enough to just be Percy with them. And god they loved him so much it brought him back.

[sroloc--elbisivni]

(Another one from Whispering Forest :D This entire scene was breathtaking)

The woman in a grand kusode made of living scarlet maple leaves seated on a mountain as though it was the dais of her audience hall and looking out over the valley was an unfamiliar feature of the terrain. Her hair was swept around her like a wild wave and her face was smooth as a porcelain mask. Her name came to him like this was a dream.

“Aki-Onna-sama.”

“Miyamoto Usagi,” she said, still watching the valley. “You freed me once, when your life was at risk and you could have fled.”

Usagi searched his memory. “I’m sorry. I don’t recall this.”

“Mortals rarely do, and you were still a child then. But I owe you a debt. Witness.”

Send me up to 500 words from a fic and I will give you my director's commentary on it!

ahhhhhhhh aki-onna!!! okay i GOTTA get photos for this hang on--

these are the two actual looks we get at Aki-onna in the one Usagi Yojimbo story she appears in. (note baby usagi in the lower left of the right picture.) that's "Autumn." it was one of the first stories I read, because it's the fourth one in Volume One of the Usagi Yojimbo saga. I think this is about the point at which the switch in my brain got firmly flipped and i went 'oh i'm IN THIS in this.' it's still one of my favorites, and it's the first UY story i read that really went full speed ahead on 'this is a world of monsters and magic.' (there's an argument to be made that the whole thing is a hallucination usagi had but i think that's a boring explanation.) I knew from the beginning that this story was going to be leaning into autumn vibes, and i put together pretty quickly that if I was making it a theme she was the perfect character to incorporate. especially since this whole fic is my psyop to get people to read the comics.

originally I thought she'd be like....an information source, someone who provided a key detail to crack the whole thing open. she was supposed to show up between mikey getting attacked in the woods and the forest getting set on fire. at some point i realized she worked much better as part of the climax.

true story, before i wrote her into this and double checked my information, I genuinely thought Aki-Onna was an existing mythological personage Sakai had adapted into the comic. and then I tried to research her and every single english source i found just went straight back to the comics (it's possible that i'm talking out of my ass here and there's a mythology of an autumn lady that hasn't been translated to english that sakai picked up somewhere else.) there's the yuki-onna, a type of yokai like beautiful women who lead people to die in snowstorms, but autumn personified as a woman who can be imprisoned to stop the changing seasons...she's an original. i love her. she hasn't recurred since, and I don't think she ever will--I don't actually think canon Aki-Onna owes Usagi a debt. she's above and beyond him. it made for a convenient way to get her in the story, though, and an extra convenient way to see all the action of the climax. it was important to me that even though it's technically a deus ex machina, she herself is doing very little--she's holding back the rain until the moment where it will have the most impact, and she's letting Usagi see what he's brought about. every other character who has come up in this story has fought to get things to where they are. she's just stopping by.

i loved describing her, too, trying to convey this sense of OTHERWORLDLINESS that her image gives after you've gotten used to anthropomorphism. she gets compared to a force of nature and something inhuman, and is placed in an impossible setting. I picked that paragraph apart and put it back together several times to try and make sure the narration flowed because i wanted it to be all impact, nothing where the reader had to think about words. (fun research sidebar: this section is where i realized that 'kimono,' while a term in existence at the time, would not have been used to refer to most common formal garments--we get kusode instead. went back after this and edited leo being mean and hot scene accordingly.) in the same spirit of "she's just stopping by" and "everything about her needs to make an impact", she only has four lines in the entire story. which is! SOMETHING! when two of them are also the only exposition non-comics readers are going to get on her presence!!!!

i loved this scene for the imagery, and getting to draw into another part of the comics that meant a lot to me, and also for the way I got to make it the buy-in for the cutting between scene. it led into the scene that changed everything about the way I had been telling this story so far, and brought together everything--I had to do it in a way that made people want to come along with me. it's wonderful to hear you liked it!!!

[where-theres-smoak-2]

HOTD Ep 9 Predictions/Theories

Its that time of the week again, we are only a day away from the next episode of HOTD, we’ve watched the promos, we’ve seen the stills, now its time to see if we can guess what chaos might be occurring in the ep 9. As I’ve said on every single one of these prediction posts, I am not a book reader so all these theories are based solely on the show so far, all the promos and the stills that have been released. Ok so theory time. 

A Green Take Over 

The promo opens with the announcement of the King’s death being made to the small council and it immediately cuts to Alicent saying ‘he told me that he wished for Aegon to be king’.

I actually think this scene will come before the small council one and it’ll be not long after Viserys has been found, I think Alicent will be talking to Otto about what Viserys said and of course Otto is going to latch onto this and push her to put Aegon on the throne. As for Alicent I think at first she is going to be hesitant and I think throughout this episode we will see her feeling very conflicted. 

You can see that Alicent looks genuinely grief stricken here but I do think this council is going to get ugly. I think they will announce the death of the King and then announce that Aegon will be crowned the new king explaining that it was the king’s dying wish. The Greens have a problem here though and that is that I don’t think (even if he was actually naming Aegon heir instead of talking about the conqueror’s dream) its legal, he does not publicly name Aegon heir, the only person in the room was Alicent so there is no way to confirm what he said. It might have been different if it had been like Robert Baratheon where he had Ned write it out and then put his signature to it but he didn’t. So it really is just Alicent’s word. It seems like just Alicent’s word for it is not enough for some members of the council as there was this still released of Lord Beesbury where he looks very angry:

There is also this moment in the promo where he is shouting ‘it is seizure, it is treason at the least!’

It is also worth noting that Beesbury was one of those who spoke out about the succession of Driftmark and was of the opinion that Driftmark should go to Lucerys because that was who Corlys named. So it makes sense that he would also feel the same way when it came to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra was the heir Viserys named so she should be the next to sit the throne. Also I don’t think the Greens trying to help Vaemond get the Driftwood throne did them any favours here because some might see it as a pattern re-emerging. They tried to usurp the Driftwood Throne from Lucerys, Rhaenyra’s son and now they are trying to usurp the Iron Throne from Rhaenyra herself. Unfortunately I don’t think it is going to end well for Beesbury, as you can see Cole is standing behind him in the first still of him above. In the promo there is a clip of Cole fighting with I think Westerling (red arrow) and in the background (green arrow) well:

Either Beesbury has had enough of all this sh*t and has gone for a nice nap or Cole our merry murderer has struck again. I think Cole will kill Beesbury for ‘insulting’ Alicent or say that him not supporting Aegon as heir is treason. I could also then see Westerling so not being ok with a member of his Kings Guard murdering someone again without good reason and challenging Criston. Whether Westerling is also killed by Cole I don’t know, I really hope not but it does seem like the Greens are just going to get rid of anyone who supports Rhaenyra. I also think this is going to be something Alicent will struggle with as there is a scene between her and Otto in the weeks ahead trailer, I think, where he says ‘no king has ever lived that hasn't had to forfeit the lives of a few to protect the many.’

Alicent is wearing the same dress and hairstyle that she is in other moments in the promo so I think it is from ep 9 and Alicent is doubting their actions and this is Otto manipulating her once again into staying on the path that they are on. 

I don’t think killing those loyal to Rhaenyra will be the only steps the Greens take to secure Aegon as heir. It also looks like they are going to be locking up a few people. There is this shot of Rhaenys where she has been clearly locked in her rooms:

We also get a shot of Otto saying ‘the door remains shut until we have finished our business.’ I think he is talking about Rhaenys here saying that she should be kept locked up until after Aegon has been crowned so that she does not go and warn Rhaenyra. But if this means that she won’t be able to meet Corlys’ ship when it comes in I am going to be so upset. 

But also I don’t think Rhaenys is the only one they are going to be lock up. If you look at this screenshot from the promo you can see one of the King’s guard walking down the hall and it is looking pretty empty, not even a servant in sight:

Well I think the reason why there isn’t even a servant in sight is because they’ve gone and locked them up too:

So it looks like they are going to extreme measures to make sure word doesn’t get out before they want it too. Some of this could also be because they have figured out that someone if leaking information out of the Keep as we saw in ep 8 that Talya, Alicent’s servant, was giving information to Mysaria and she is amongst the servants being locked up. So maybe they know someone is leaking information but not who that someone is other than its one of the staff.  

A Stolen Crown and A Conqueror’s Crown

It’s pretty obvious that the Greens are going to crown Aegon as king. It also looks like they are going to crown him with Aegon the Conqueror’s crown as opposed to Viserys’ crown. In this shot of Aemond although it is fuzzy you can see Aegon in the conqueror’s crown in the forefront:

There is also this shot of the crown itself being placed on a green cushion:

As you can see it is missing its iconic rubies, so it kind of represents a less impressive version of its orginal glory which not to be petty fits well with Aegon who is a less impressive version of the original conqueror. I do think it is an interesting choice to go with the Conqueror’s crown instead of Viserys’. Firstly because I feel like if you are trying to say that on his death bed Viserys named Aegon heir then you would want to create connections between Viserys and Aegon, the father passing his crown to his son and rightful heir. Also Viserys’ crown belonged to Jaehaerys who was known as one of the best Kings and a King that brought peace to the realm. If you want to win the people over and reassure them that Aegon is going to be a good ruler as well as the rightful ruler then again it makes sense to me that you would want him to be wearing that crown. The Conqueror’s crown instead makes a person think of, well conquests, war, maybe not the best image to portray when you’ve just usurped a crown. 

But I do have a theory on why they decide to crown Aegon with his namesake’s crown as oppose to his father’s. I think someone is going to steal the crown and take it instead to Rhaenyra. We’ve got this shot of Otto looking real angry:

So I think this might be him being told that the crown is gone. Also in the weeks ahead promo there is this shot of someone presenting Viserys crown, it looks like one of the twins, Erryk or Arryk:

Also in this shot, which I don’t think will be in episode 9 but who knows, it looks like it is Rhaenyra’s council you can see her entering the room and she has Viserys’ crown on her head:

 By the red arrow you can also see one of the twins so it would seem to me that he brings her the crown. You can also see Rhaenys under the blue arrow so it seems like she gets out too, I wonder if the twin helps her escape, there is this shot of a Kings Guard who has long hair like the twins and he is with a hooded figure who looks like they may be a female:

I think maybe the woman is Rhaenys, it looks like they are looking to see if they are being followed. Also the King’s Guard has a bag over his shoulder which makes me wonder if Viserys’ crown is in the bag and he is trying to smuggle both Rhaenys and the Crown out of Kings Landing. I am assuming her dragon is at the dragon pit so maybe they are trying to get there and get her dragon too. 

After finding out Viserys’ crown is gone Otto and Alicent are going to have to come up with something else, there is a moment in the weeks ahead promo where Alicent says ‘let the people remember the ancient strength of house targaryen’ again she is in the same dress/same hairstyle so I am fairly sure this is also from ep 9.

 I think she might be talking about using the conqueror’s crown instead. I also think maybe Aegon will be crowned at the Dragon Pit as when she is saying these words the trailer first shows this shot of the Dragon Pit towering over Kings Landing from the window of the Red Keep:

Then it shows a shot of the dagger that holds the prophecy and the prophecy was the basis of the miscommunication between Viserys and Alicent that has led to Alicent believing Aegon should be crowned. There is also this shot from this week’s promo that shows people gathering at the Dragon Pit: 

If Alicent is wanting to project strength then a coronation at the Dragon pit with Aegon I’s crown would make sense, reminding the people of the man that conquered and united the Seven Kingdoms and also reminding them of where house Targaryen’s strength comes from, their dragons. If the coronation is not at the Dragon Pit then maybe this will be where the Greens will present Aegon as King to the people.  

Runaway King 

Yeah I also suspect that the crown won’t be the only thing going missing. There is this shot of who I am like 99% sure is Aegon being tackled to the ground by one of the twins:

We’ve seen Aegon show little interest in being King and I never really got the impression that it was something he ever wanted. I actually think Aegon might try and make a run for it and that Otto will send the twins to go find him and drag him back. That could be why in that pic of Aemond with a crowned Aegon, Aemond is giving Aegon that sort of stern disappointed look. Maybe he is annoyed that Aegon has done a run for it instead of doing his duty by his family and taking the crown. The other possibility is that Aegon doesn’t make a run for it but does instead spend the day drowning his sorrows in taverns and brothels instead of being with his family and presenting himself to his people as a suitable and noble king. There are also some shots of Aemond about King’s Landing wearing a up to no good cloak:

In the second one he looks particularly angry, it also looks like maybe he is leaving a brothel so maybe he went there looking for Aegon. There is also this shot of Alicent and Aemond:

Maybe this is Alicent telling Aemond she can’t find Aegon and him assuring her that people are out looking and that he himself will go looking too. 

Dragonseeds

There is another possibility as to what Aemond might be up to though. In the promo we see Otto telling one of the twins ‘none can know who you are or what you seek’ and later Larys comes to Alicent and tells her ‘I have found out something that you should know’. Right after Larys says this we get this shot:

Now that is a targaryen child if I ever did see one. I said in my review for ep 8 when Alicent gave Dyana the plan b tea that I wondered if it always worked because in ep 4 they make a point of having the maester say if it isn’t brewed properly then it can be ineffective. I also said that seeing as Talya was the one who brought the tea and that she is working with Mysaria maybe something was going on there. Well I think that this child is likely the illegitimate child of Aegon and I also think that Talya has been deliberately not brewing the tea properly and that Mysaria has been kind of collecting these illegitimate children for her own motivations. If I am right then it is pretty dark. But I think Otto is going to find out about these illegitimate children all around King’s Landing. Now correct me if I am wrong but I believe that Targaryen baseborn children are referred to as Dragonseeds, I am sure I have seen that term somewhere is in the world of asoiaf. With a war coming dragons are going to be a powerful weapon so I could see both sides wanting as many dragons and riders as they can get there hands on. We know that you need targaryen blood to claim a dragon so maybe Otto having heard of these dragonseeds sends out the twins to find them hoping to get them on the Greens side and hoping that they will be able to claim dragons. He tells the twin that no one can know what you seek because he doesn’t want word getting back to the blacks and them potentially getting in the way or trying to get the dragonseeds on their side. This could also be a reason for Mysaria to be collecting the dragonseeds, we know that she felt used by Daemon and that she wishes to be liberated from fear and thought she could have got that from him. Maybe she is planning to build a kind of army with these dragonseeds, she could raise them to resent house targaryen but to be loyal to her and then get a hold of some dragons or eggs and ta da she has a bunch of dragon riders loyal to her and who will protect her, no reason to fear anymore, liberation accomplished. 

I suspect Alicent also then learns about the dragonseeds from Larys and so she sends Aemond out to find them and that could be why he is mad leaving a brothel. Aegon likely has children with some of the girls from the brothels too and not just his poor maids. I could see Aemond being mad that Aegon has fathered children outside of his marriage and that he is disrespecting Helaena.  

Held Prisoner

As I mentioned above it looks like the Greens are going to be keeping Rhaenys prisoner and they have locked her in her rooms. However at some point it does seem like they will come and talk to her and I wonder if they will try to plead their case to her and convince her to join their side and support Aegon’s claim. 

Here Rhaenys is saying ‘have you never imagined yourself on the iron throne?’ I do think this is going to be an interesting scene and I do think Rhaenys is going to be calling Alicent out here. I suspect Alicent will come to her talking about how she is only following her husband’s dying wishes and looking out for the good of the realm and I think Rhaenys is just not going to be buying any of it. I am really looking forward to this scene because I just think it is going to be so so good. 

It does look like Rhaenys will get into a bit of a tussle of some kind. In the other images she look put together and her hair is neat and down her back. In this image however she looks alot more dishevelled, she’s got lose hair around her face and hair coming over her shoulder. Whether this scuffle was with Alicent or someone else I am intrigued to see. Maybe this could be the twin possibly showing up to save her and they take out the other guards together so they can make a run for it. 

Riots? 

I am wondering from some of the shots in the promo whether there is going to be some kind of riot in King’s Landing when it is announced that the King is dead and Aegon will be King. There are some shots where the smallfolk seem to be running around in panic and it seems very chaotic on the streets there is also a shot of some city watch men kind of shepherding people:

There is also a moment where a figure is falling, but it is really hard to make out whether they are falling from a cliff or from rooftops, but it looks really smoky and like there might be fire in the background:

Something else that makes me think maybe there were some kind of riots going on is we get this shot of King’s Landing:

Maybe its just me but it does look like there may be smoke rising from the streets like there was some kind of fire and now its been put out but its still smoking:

I mean it could just be fog but it only seems to be in certain places instead of everywhere like I would think it would be if it were fog which makes me think maybe lots of little fires broke out. Also if you look at the arrow in the second image you can see this part is quite rocking so maybe the figure falling was because in a panic people start trying to escape King’s Landing by climbing the walls or down the cliffs and that results in some accidents. Maybe the fires are even caused by a dragon. The only thing that makes me doubt this theory is that looking at the building they don’t look very burnt and they look intact. 

Fight Club

Ok I am going to be honest this one is much less of a theory more of me wondering what the hell is going on here. But it seems like there is some kind of fight ring going on you have this shot of some people fighting while a crowd cheers on:

One of them looks like they’ve got pale blond hair so maybe its another dragonseed. It is hard to tell though because of how fast the clip goes and how blurry the picture is. The twins appear to be here too but aren’t dressed in their King’s Guard armour so it looks like they are undercover doing some investigating:

it does look like the twins themselves get into a fight though:

I have no idea who they are fighting or why but interestingly it does look like they are in the same place Aemond is in some of the promo pics, so maybe the blond figure in the fighting ring is Aemond?

I mean that looks like the same bannister to me, here Aemond appears to have run into someone else wearing a up to no good cloak, must be a sale on. This could be Talya as we did see her wearing a cloak like this to go meet Mysaria last episode. Or if I am right about the one with the King’s guard wearing the bag with a cloaked woman being Rhaenys maybe this is Rhaenys here and Aemond has caught up with her and that results in a confrontation between them. Maybe the twin who steals the crown then is fighting Aemond to protect Rhaenys or to distract Aemond so Rhaenys can get away. 

Well that’s all the predictions I have got for now, can’t wait for the episode to air, its still crazy to me that we’ve only got two more episodes left. 

[lawtistic]

tier lists uhh woohoo

“who uses emails anymore” me. because i had to email one of these to myself so i could get it on my computer. now here we are

i went a did a shit ton of death note tierlists and now that i have the urge to shit myself i will post them because i need an excuse to post something on my masterlist when i get around to making that

characters:

i know who that manga guy is but i forgot his name and he is funny and sexy despite being present for 2 pages and thats why hes up there

im a certified sidoh hater btw

there is a number of characters i ranked pretty high just because theyre hot (mello [partially], namikawa, gevanni, lidner, nameless manga guy, wedy)

characters (adaptations):

i didnt watch the 2006 live action because i havent gotten to it, couldnt finish the 2017 netflix version because of the gore, and havent watched the korean musical because i am superstitious and the circumstances of that are triggering so yayyy! so the characters that are on here from those are ones i have seen clips of and feedback and such

and some characters werent on there??? like mikami was in the jdrama and was an important enough character why would u not add him

characters kind of deviate from their og rankings but that is either because i have gotten 8 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours or something stirred in my brain and i was being smart but i no longer remember it

adaptations:

i probably shouldnt have even ranked the 2006 live action and 2017 netflix ver at all but i probably thought the list was looking pretty empty when  was doing this

theres also a lot missing but those are the main ones so i dont care that much

(i would have personally added the add-ons like L change the worLd, another note, and the video games but like i said those are specific additions. i would have also added the one shot, the c-kira story and a-kira story, as well as the relights, light up the NEW world, differentiated the different versions of the musical but but but its okay. i know im rambling but really i do get it [”make it yourself!” no i already made 1 tierlist for this post and also i havent consumed enough of that media for it to be worth it])

ships:

gonna be honest when it comes to L’s successors (excluding B and A) i feel weird shipping them with anyone else BUT each other

i would have ranked b x a higher if a wasnt a briefly mentioned character with little dynamics or personality talked about, and i havent seen enough collective fanon of them to rank them anywhere other than mid

the first 2 tiers are preeetty closely ranked i just put lawlight in the first one because i consume more of it, also i probably would have moved some of these around (like moving kiyomisa down to ohio) but this is pretty old so thats my excuse (i was also kind of hard on matsulight i am so sorry)

musical songs: 

i dont hate any of the songs enough to put it in hunchback 2

also i need jarrod spector to sing an english version of the way things are i would cry. i put that in (the cheap, joking version of) my will but i accidentally said the way it ends and since it was an image that has since been plastered on multiple places its too late for me to fix it despite my efforts to correct it so oh well

ones i just genuinely cant remember were put in ohio (alongside the actual ohio songs) so if you see one in there that should definitely be ranked higher or lower that is why

i know a lot of people liked borrowed time but to me its just the simp version of titanium so i dont care that much

if i could rank the individual parts of secrets and lies i would be so grateful because the first part is pretty ohio but the last section is so boobs tier worthy that i just ended up averaging it out

i listen to the way it ends on loop every single morning

character themes:

this is the tier list i made and since i am very bad at making tier lists there are like 2 useless and unused images and its irritating but tiermaker says i cannot delete them so rip

kira’s theme is my favorite and while i know the three L themes up there are essentially the same thing they are also the same thing and i just put them next to each other

i played mello’s theme c while riding go karts once it was great