#felt it since day one but hoooo boi

[angstandhappiness]

INTERESTING

[Monkie kid season 3 episode 4 spoilers, tw abuse] 

SO many things make sense about Macaque’s character and the way he’s been acting now after episode 4. Man’s basically straight up been abused by LBD.

AND THE WAY HE’S ALWAYS SO THROWN BY THE WAY MK RESPONDS TO HIM NOW MAKES SENSE TOO NOW

BECAUSE MK IS HIM. Macaque is to Mk what LBD is Macaque. Macaque is threatened and abused and he turns around and does the same things to Mk, responding violently to him, gloating, threatening, telling him “you’re nothing,” because LBD tells him in the wake of “HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHO I AM? WHAT I AM?” he is nothing. 

And then instead of continuing the cycle of taking it and turning around and being that person to someone else, Mk breaks out, fights back, and asks him why he’s doing this. 

Macaque says “FIGHT BACK” but it’s almost like he wants to lord over him the fact that he can’t fight back rather than get him to actually fight back. Mk is powerless and Macaque is powerful and he can do nothing, he is nothing. That could be why he alway seems to look so surprised whenever Mk actually fights back. 

Mk doesn’t react like he does. Instead he breaks the cycle. He’s kind to his friends, what’s more is he’s kind to Macaque. And when he doesn’t back off, he kicks out kicks back, because Mk knows what’s happening is wrong and that Macaque is wrong and he has a group of friends who supports him and mean the world to him, and he will take it all, but the moment you put them in danger he fights, and that is what Macaque doesn’t have. 

He miscalculates because he assumes everyone is like him or thinks like him or reacts like him like he thinks they will, but his ability to see that is completely screwed by the fact that he’s been manipulated and abused and gaslit by the Lady Bone Demon. He can’t even see people anymore. Like… 

He’s in a rough spot. We don’t know how long LBD had to mess with him or how much in his head isn’t real that she showed him, or how much is through his warped lens, or how much was planted as false memories by her. How almost angelic like she looks in the flashback feels wrong. 

Macaque’s unstable right now. Straight up. He’s lashing out more than ever, unhinged in a way that really illustrates the fact he’s falling apart right now. He got taken advantage of when he was near-death and agreed to a deal that has trapped him in an abusive horrible situation. Can’t even get a good figure on how that happened because both LBD and Macaque are unreliable narrators. Even Macaque’s own memories could be something changed by LBD, a specific version of events that she forces him to remember when they might not be true. 

However he got there, Macaque is in a pretty horrible situation. Mk, who’s been directly traumatized and manipulated by LBD is in a pretty horrible one too, but he’s choosing to try and find something to beat her, when, to Macaque, she is unbeatable, so why try to do anything but follow her and stay on “the winning side”. He’s been pretty thoroughly snapped to pieces and sculpted into her “champion”. It’s not him. But that’s who he has to be right now to survive in his mind. 

Macauqe is LBD’s “champion” and Macaque is trying to make Mk his “student” which is basically just code word for “tool” and “punching bag”. And the cycle of abuse ends there, because Mk won’t let it continue. 

Being in a situation like that is no excuse to treat anyone the way he does, abuse is abuse no matter what you experience, Macaque is to Mk what LBD is to Macaque and yet Mk chooses be kind despite that, even if the situation is so similar. It doesn’t make what he does okay, but it does provide a much closer look at why he acts and reacts the way he does to things. 

Why doesn’t he fight back?

Well, he tells us himself. 

“Kid, you can’t even beat me.” 

When Sun Wukong was at full power, Macaque couldn’t beat him. And when Mk fought LBD all out, using all of Sun Wukong’s powers, he lost, Sun Wukong even hasn’t tried to fight her. So, if he can’t beat them he knows he can’t beat her when she’s stronger than them. The way he treats Mk actually kinda just tells him exactly what he thinks and his rationalization behind things. 

Anyway, Macaque’s an abuser who has been abused himself and hecking needs therapy. Looking forward to getting more of the backstory between him and Wukong cause that could provide SO much more insight to his character and I am STARING. 

[bumblebee-is-best-boi]

BLITZBEE WEEK DAY FIVE: SCARS

hoooo boy! This one is my fav. Originally it was just a Blitzwing story but I made it have Blitzbee for the purpose of this week.

I EVEN GAVE IT A TITLE

hehe

@blitzbee-week Day Five: Scars

title coming up soon vvv

Digits In Between The Wings

Characters: Blitzwing, Bumblebee, Astrotrain

Warning: Cybertronian cursing, mentions of throwing up, too much fluff and angst :)

story under the cut vvv

When Blitzwing used to be a seeker, he liked to polish himself. Not to the extent of Knockout, of course (no one obsessed over their polisher like Knockout), but enough to make his frame glimmer in the slightest bit. He had the perfect frame to show his glimmer off, but that wasn’t the main reason he polished himself. It wasn’t even about the polish at all! 

It was more about the machine he used.

The one he used, while it was a bit smaller than usual polishers, it used to fit perfectly in the space between his wings. It pressed against the joints of his wing bases in a way that wasn’t too much pressure to hurt or damage them, but enough to stimulate some pleasant feelings. 

Blitzwing used to attach his polisher to a long handle and just slip it between his wings once in a while, keeping it there for several minutes before moving on with his polishing. 

But when he was turned into a Triple Changer, that all changed. 

Blitzwing’s polisher had become too small to be nice between his wings, but it didn’t matter, since he wasn’t even comfortable using the polisher anymore. The idea of it gliding across his frame, one that had changed drastically for him, just made him a little bit sick in his tanks. Every time it glided over his scars, it made him wince in uncomfortableness, since his scars revealed his sensitive metal plates. Also, the experiment must have fragged something up between Blitzwing’s wings, because he felt as if something defective there was aching with everything he did, and touching it caused him lots of pain.

That didn’t mean Blitzwing didn’t at least try.

He tried many times, but he just couldn’t handle the feeling. And then after one wonky attempt, he broke his polisher into pieces in a fit of rage (or was it actually distress? He couldn’t really tell anymore).

After becoming a Triple Changer, his frame, which once had a slight glimmer, had become dull and matte. Blitzwing stopped taking care of his frame, sometimes to the point where Astrotrain had to force him to take care of himself for a while to prevent rust and cracked plates. Astrotrain might have been way taller than him, but he was also a bot who was very gentle with his movements (if he wanted to, most of the time he liked to be overly erratic). His fingers were nimble, originally to handle to spin his blasters and shoot out multiple rounds in quick succession, but also to handle the tools needed to keep a mech functioning. But no matter how much Astrotrain tried to take care of Blitzwing to make sure his unwillingness to do self care didn’t make him go offline, his frame glimmer was lost.

___

“For Primus’s sake Blitzwing, you should take care of yourself more often!” Astrotrain yelled in exasperation as he pushed one of Blitzwing’s arm plates open to scrape off dried energon build up from a damaged energon line, “Be lucky that this energon line wasn't so major, or you would have been bleeding out for hours on end. And also be lucky that I saw the bleeding before it got any worse!”

Astrotrain finally scraped it off, started patching the energon line, then switched faces and chuckled. “Heh, but I know you're not going to listen to me. It's just typical of you to do whatever you want without any thoughts of the consequences! Typical Blitzwing! All cuckoo and carefree!” 

Astrotrain kept snickering as he closed Blitzwing’s arm plate and stood up, “I know for sure that no matter what I say, we’re going to be right back here again, fixing some new problem!” 

Blitzwing switched faces and fumed, “Oh shut your mouth, slagger!”

“Ok ok, I will, for now. But you cannot shut the fact that my words speak the truth.” Astrotrain turned to walk away, his footsteps thundering, “Oh and by the way, Megatron wants us in the meeting room in ten minutes. I suggest you hurry and don't damage any more of yourself on the way, you know how much Megatron wants his Decepticons in top condition!”

Blitzwing opened his mouth to yell at Astrotrain, but he stopped and closed his mouth again, switching faces and standing up. He looked at his arm, where Astrotrain had fixed his energon line. Astrotrain’s words echoed through his processor multiple times, no matter how annoying it got. Blitzwing wanted to just laugh it off, to think of it as a silly joke, but he couldn't. It wasn't a silly joke. It was the truth.

No matter how much Blitzwing wanted to deny it, it was the truth. The cold hard truth.

____

Refueling wasn't a big problem for Blitzwing… sometimes. Sometimes he got himself enough to last a while, sometimes he had only enough to run on half a tank. It was quite hard to adjust to a frame that demanded more energon to function, but he made it work eventually (He didn’t). And then there was the purging that happened once in a while during the night… but he didnt like to talk about that.

But what was most annoying about his frame upgrade was the pain that came with it. Not even the idea of three faces annoyed him that much (even though the face switching did hurt at one point). His knees were constantly hurting, due to the weird build of his legs, and he kept breaking his knee braces by tearing them up and destroying them whenever he felt like it. For days on end, his tanks constantly felt sore, no matter if his tank was full or empty or whatever in between. And what was the worst thing was the dull ache in the joints of his wings, and the constant prickling pain down his back in between his wings.

He once wanted to paint over his scars, but every time he thought of it, he always got sidetracked to thinking about painting himself in many different colors wilder than any Decepticon had ever seen before. Despite that sounding like a cool idea, Blitzwing always countered those thoughts because he didn’t want to look stupid or get in trouble with Megatron. Instead, he decided to see how others reacted if someone else was painted in wild colors.

This led to him going to the seeker trine’s room with buckets of paint and painting all sorts of crazy things on them (originally he wanted to just paint Starscream, but seeing them in the seeker pile made him all too happy to paint all three of them). Blitzwing then waited till the next day to see what would happen… It was lots of humiliation and getting punished by Megatron pretty badly. This scared Blitzwing to his very spark, to the point where he felt guilty about it (but no way he would ever admit it was his fault).

Only Astrotrain knows what truly happened on that day.

At that point, Blitzwing had completely given up on trying to fix himself, trying to take care of himself, caring for a frame that he once cherished. No use in caring for a frame that had been warped beyond his own recognition and repair.

_____

“Blitzwing.” Astrotrain spoke, trying to get Blitzwing’s attention. 

No response.

“Blitzwing.” Astrotrain hissed, “You glitch, I know you can hear me,” He looked down at the ground, “Stop ignoring me please.”

Blitzwing eventually raised his head, “What is it.”

Astrotrain looked into Blitzwing’s optics, “There’s only one energon cube left for today.”

Blitzwing’s optic twitched, and he switched faces, “That’s what you bothered me for?!”

Astrotrain switched faces, “Oh EXCUSE me for trying to help my DEAR Amica! Oh what an aft am I!”

“Slag off!”

Astrotrain switched faces, “Do you want the fragging energon cube or not?”

Blitzwing switched faces, “You can have it.”

Astrotrain reached for the energon cube, then stopped.

“You refueled yourself at least more than halfway today, right?”

Blitzwing’s optic twitched, then he switched faces, “Ah yes! I had quite the feast today! Oh such a nice servo salad it was! Aha!”

Astrotrain grimaced for a slight moment before grabbing the cube, “the idea of you eating other Cybertronians still unnerves me heavily… but at least it’s better than nothing. ”

Blitzwing switched faces again and looked at the ground as Astrotrain chugged the energon cube. He felt bad for lying, but also not sorry for it at the same time. No matter whatever Astrotrain felt through the Amica bond.

Speaking of the Amica bond, Blitzwing rarely made use of the emotion sensing ability that the bond had. He had too much going on in his head to go poking around in Astrotrain’s emotions.

But this time, Blitzwing used the bond. He used the bond to try and poke into Astrotrain’s emotions, but gave up when he felt the mess of emotions in there. He didn’t care enough to go in there and try to see what is what.

He just didn’t care.

_____

But then he met Bumblebee. That little yellow Autobot who kind of slightly annoyed him to no end and was the love of his life at the same time. The one who treated every single one of Blitzwing’s faces with love and care, even when he was being a bit of a glitch.

Every time that they met up, Bumblebee would bring something to cheer Blitzwing up, whether it was a few cubes of energon, some cans of oil, a servo (Bumblebee never said where he got it from, to Blitzwing’s disappointment, since it was one of the best servos he ever had), or even his own polisher! 

But the best thing was how Bumblebee tried his best to handle Blitzwing’s pain. He couldn’t do anything about Blitzwing’s knee pain, other than at least try to tell Blitzwing to stop destroying his knee braces. Bumblebee would bring his hands over Blitzwing’s numerous scars, massaging them the best he could (he stopped if Blitzwing was in too much pain though). He would even move his fingers over the space between Blitzwing’s wings, putting his digits between the wings and massaging the wing base joints, soothing the discomfort in them.

It was the best thing Blitzwing had felt in centuries.

____

Holding the energon cube in his hands, Blitzwing looked down at it with a solemn look on his face. Why did his love offer this to him? He gingerly cupped the cube, afraid to spill a drop and disappoint his little sweetspark. 

“Why aren't you drinking your energon Blitz? Worried that it’ll run away?” Bumblebee chugged his cube of energon and tilted his head at Blitzwing.

A sigh came out of Blitzwing’s mouth. He just couldn’t tell Bumblebee the truth… he couldn’t! 

“Why aren’t you drinking your energon, Blitzwing?” Bumblebee’s antennae drooped in sadness.

Oh god, the sight of Bumblebee being sad hurt Blitzwing to the deepest depths of his spark. He needed to find a way to mitigate the situation before it got worse!

The slight ache in his tanks gave him a great idea.

“Ach… I have a slight tank ache. I don't really feel like refueling right now…” Blitzwing spoke, hoping that everything would stop at that moment.

But when Bumblebee immediately turned his head around to look at him, he was greatly surprised. He didn't expect that Bumblebee would become so attentive to him.

“Alright buddy, lie down.” Bumblebee commanded Blitzwing, “I wanna try something”

Blitzwing was confused, but he laid down anyway. Luckily the ground was soft-ish, or else he would have been very uncomfortable. And so he waited for something to happen

He waited…

And he waited…

And he waited some more…

Until suddenly, he felt a weight on his tanks. Blitzwing immediately looked up and saw that Bumblebee had plopped himself on top of his tanks. He kept staring, even when Bumblebee looked up to meet his gaze. 

“Hey, you’re a big mech, I have to change how I do things here!” Bumblebee pouted.

Blitzwing watched Bumblebee, then switched faces and laughed, “Wow, you’re heavier than I thought!”

He received a slight kick to the tank.

“Not funny.” Bumblebee frowned.

Blitzwing winced, switched faces, and sighed, “Apologies.”

“Good. Now let me do this, and I promise that your tank aches and pains will alleviate soon!” Bumblebee positioned himself and reached out with his hand. 

The hand settled low on Blitzwing’s hips before going up and stopping just underneath his chassis. This was repeated 10 times. Then some semi circle motions across his abdomen, also repeated ten times. There then came some soft massages and kneading, which calmed Blitzwing down.

But when Bumblebee did the little vibrations with his hands, this surprised Blitzwing a little bit.

And then Bee was finished.

“Wow,” Blitzwing gasped, “That was… wow.”

Bumblebee smiled, “I get tank aches too, so Ratchet taught me this to alleviate the pain.”

“Could… you teach how to do that?” Blitzwing asked.

Bumblebee smirked mischievously, “Only if you drink the energon cube. You need it.”

Blitzwing sighed, then drank the cube. It actually felt nice…

It seemed that what Bumblebee did worked really really well.

____

After a while, it seemed as if the treatment Blitzwing got by being Bumblebee’s sweetspark started affecting him in a good way. His frame felt so much more comfortable to him now, his aches between the wings had stopped, his scars were less sensitive, and he purged much less. Face switching was less of a chore to him now, more being more flowy instead of jerky and sudden. He even used what Bumblebee taught him to alleviate tank ache.

Astrotrain, as observant as he was, was bound to notice something.

____

“Damn Blitzwing, youve having more energon right now than ive seen you have in an entire week!” Astrotrain laughed, slapping Blitzwing on the back.

Blitzwing’s wings twitched from the slap, his face switched, and he scowled. Finishing his energon cube, he turned towards Astrotrain.

“So I guess Swindle sold you some good sense or something?”

“No you dumbaft, Swindle hasn’t even been here in a while. And any transactions I do or will do will be face to face with him, cause I don’t trust him entirely.”

“Ah, ah.” Astrotrain smirked as he kneeled down, “Then tell me what’s gotten you to act so different? It’s definitely not from you following my advice, that’s for sure.” Another laugh from Astrotrain ensued.

Blitzwing fumed for a bit, then switched faces, “it’s… the little Autobot.”

Astrotrain paused for a moment, then switched faces, “What did the Autobot do.”

Blitzwing reminded himself that Astrotrain was not entirely trusting of Bumblebee, so he had to choose his words carefully if he didn’t want to accidentally screw everything up.

“He… gives me energon every time we meet…” Blitzwing switched faces “He treats me like a queen! His beautiful big queen!” 

Astrotrain froze, not expecting to hear that. Switching faces, he brought himself closer to Blitzwing, eyeing him curiously.

“So you’re saying that this… tiny little Autobot… has been helping you with your problems?”

Blitzwing nodded vigorously.

Astrotrain suddenly switched faces, “Well FINALLY! Finally someone got some sense into your processor!” Laughing, he patted Blitzwing on the shoulder, “And, please keep this up. It’s healthier for you, and there’ll be more for your little Autobot to love!”

Blitzwing switched faces, blushing in embarrassment, but nodded anyway.

After a while of snickering, Astrotrain switched faces, “But I must not get sidetracked, since there is something I have to say: Megatron has commanded that we go do an energon raid in about three hours. We actually have to be out of the base in one and a half hours,” Astrotrain said with a bit of bitterness in his voice, before softening his tone, “So have another cube and we can go, okay?”

Blitzwing nodded his head and drank his energon cube, “Alright.”

____

Even though he knew that his scars would never heal, Blitzwing knew that Bumblebee would be there for him, no matter what.

And that was more than enough for him.

[sunoorintarou]

Catharsis: Strong Hands.

Phos!reader × (Platonic) Gojo Satoru

Warnings: angsty but mostly comfort, Gojo realises just how highly the reader thinks of him, he's in his feels for a lil, self loathing, insecurities, self blaming, regret

Notes: Hoooo boy. Only posting Gojo and the reader for the next few days

Your eyes were tired, yet you ignored the calls of sleep. Standing in the middle of the training ground as you practiced. Over and over again. Strike, dodge, defend. Strike, dodge, defend.

Every time your vision blurred, you saw that God awful curse than had taken Yukio from you. Your hands shook, teeth gritting as you inhaled deeply.

How long had you been doing this? The sun had yet to rise when you began, yet now it was close to setting. Little did you know, a pair of blue eyes had not left your form once since they had found you.

"Just go talk to her." Shoko frowned, nudging Gojo with her elbow, cigarette at her lips.

"You feel guilty. You feel like this wouldn't have happened if you had gotten there faster. Well, it happened. And now she's alone because you're too much of a coward to speak to her. Remember, your team is on a mission. She has no one but you." She sighed.

You had been pushing yourself for almost a week. Since the day Yukio died, you hadn't given yourself a break. Your weakness cost you everything, and you refused to let it happen again.

The fatigue was slowly catching up to you. You hadn't been eating nor sleeping, and the weakness in your bones held no remorse.

Tears blinded your vision when you finally fell to the ground, body shaking as you tried to force it to move.

'Move.' You said, staring at your shaky hands.

'Move.'

They didn't respond, taking you back to the day you lost due to the same problem.

'Move. Move. Move!'

You were crying now, choking on your tears as your body trembled.

"Come on, you're my body, you're so supposed to move- why- why won't you listen to me? Am I the problem, if it weren't me, would Yukio-"

You were interrupted by a pair of hands so large and strong that you felt as if they could hold your entire world. They pulled you into a familiar chest, a scent so comforting engulfing you as your tears seemed to never end.

"G- Gojo - Sensei, welcome back from your mission." You sobbed, knowing you couldn't hold it together.

"Yeah, it's nice to see you again." Gojo commented, looking at the sky. He still blamed himself. He was the strongest, yet he still couldn't protect those closest to him. He was pathetic. He was weak. How could he be the strongest when he couldn't even protect Yukio... protect you. He couldn't protect anyone. Not even his own best friend.

As much as he hated to admit it, this was the reality of this cursed world, and he knew it couldn't be changed. He wanted to change, more than anything. He swore he would, so why-

"You know, Gojo - Sensei- that- that day, even after everything, when I- when I felt like everything was over, like I had nothing- when I saw you, I felt like everything would be OK. I- I know it's weird and selfish, but ever since that first day, no matter what I faced, when I saw you at the end, I felt like I was safe, like I'd be OK. Like I could get through it. Even now, it's hard, so hard I- it hurt so much I couldn't breathe- but seeing you, I feel like everything'll be OK." You cried, words muffled and broken, but Gojo had never heard anything clearer.

From the beginning, Gojo Satoru had been your strong hold, your pillar, whether he knew it or not.

From the night you saw him, while covered in your parents' blood. A man so bright, so clean, so strong. Stainless hands, so large, so strong, scooping you up as if you were a child.

Gojo Satoru had become your safe haven.

Gojo's hands trembled as he held you, holding your head against his chest as his eyes glazed over.

"I'm sorry." He whispered against your hair in a voice so soft you thought you were imagining it.

Gojo was wrong. This entire time, he had been wrong. He thought you hated him for everything. For never being fast enough to save you from what happened to your legs, to your hands, to Yukio. Yet he was so wrong. It almost made him sick.

This entire time, he hadn't been a reminder of your damnation, but rather your salvation.

And the guilt he felt knowing he had been too selfish to understand that and had left you in hear of his own feelings had him on his knees.

You were a child, as he had been once, given too much responsibility, too much pain to handle, too much regret. As a teacher, he had failed you. He has failed to protect your innocence. The shreds of childhood you had left were slipping through your fingers, and he swore he was going to get them back.

You were a child, and he was an adult. If he couldn't protect, the least he could do was be there for you when you needed.

You were so fragile, so small in his arms, crying so hard he was afraid you'd break.

He couldn't change his actions in the past, but he could change now. Holding you in his arms, he made an oath. No matter what, even if it cost him his life, he would protect his students. He refused to lose anything he cared about ever again.

He wasn't the strongest for no reason, after all.

[triscribeaucollection]

New installment of my PJO Trade AU in the works:

So, apparently demigods didn’t get sick very often.

But when they did?

Hoooo boy did they pull out all the stops.

Thalia readjusted the thick cloth tied around her face and tucked into her shirt collar, before hefting up her latest pair of buckets filled with ice water. Almost made her wistful for the invisible spirit servants on Ogygia, honestly.

As best they’d been able to figure, it started in the Hermes cabin. Three separate new arrivals had come in the week before and been shuffled into the catch-all cabin, though only one stayed there as an unclaimed demigod, the other two heading off to Apollo and Demeter’s cabins, respectively. But regardless, at least one of them came in with some kind of nasty bug without showing any symptoms, and the Hermes kids were the first to get taken out.

Luke wasn’t the senior half blood by any means, but when the Head of the cabin went down puking her guts out, he took charge pretty quick. As soon as he realized more kids than not were dealing with the dizzy spells that preceded the sniffling and then vomit, Thalia’s best friend closed up shop, turning the whole cabin into a quarantine zone. Unfortunately, that practically guaranteed any camper inside who hadn’t caught the bug yet was screwed, but they all obeyed Luke’s orders, reluctantly agreeing to it for the greater good.

Then a daughter of Dionysus collapsed in the dining pavilion, and everything went downhill from there.

Twelve cabins housed all of Camp Half Blood’s demigod population. Three stood empty most if not all of the time (Artemis, Zeus, and Hera); that left nine full of teenagers ripe for infection. Five filled up with feverish groans fairly quickly. The Athena kids tried to close up shop before any of their members could get sick, but missed the mark, and within two days more than half of them were bedridden, including Annabeth. Thalia didn’t dare set foot inside, but she’d at least spoken to the younger girl a little through a closed window, and promised something special once Annabeth felt better.

“But if you die, I get to keep it,” she warned, only to laugh when the eleven year old petulantly stuck out her tongue.

The Apollo campers, gods love ‘em, emptied out the Big House infirmary and went mobile. Those who fell ill were banished back to their cabin, but the rest maintained the closest they could get to hospital protective gear and delivered soup, drinks, and other necessities to everyone else. Kids caught in the spiked fever phase were wiped down repeatedly with cold wet washcloths, while those wracked by dry heaving got the same pressed firmly against the backs of their necks.

But that meant a lot of cold wet cloth constantly warming up and drying out, which meant a fresh supply of ice water was badly needed.

Hence Thalia, decked out like a background extra in a post apocalypse film, lugging heavy buckets up to the cabins again and again and again. She wasn’t the only one by any means; the magical beings employed by Chiron as security and cleaning crew and whatnot were all pitching in too, since they couldn’t get sick like demigods. But that meant Thalia needed to dodge around other folks and their buckets on her back-and-forth trips, which felt progressively trickier as the fourth day of Camp versus Plague dragged on and warmed up.

At some point in the early afternoon, as she set down her empty buckets for another refill, an Apollo kid decked out in yellow vinyl gloves and an actual medical facemask came scurrying up to try and shove two wrapped sandwiches into her hands. “I just need one, thanks,” Thalia told him. Her stomach twisted; maybe make that only half of one.

But the kid shook their head. “The other’s for Percy.”

“Yeah, no, that’s gotta wait, I don’t set foot in our cabin until the end of the day, after I’ve scrubbed my skin down to the cellular level.” Like Tartarus was Thalia tracking germs home to infect her little cousin.

Above the line of their mask, the Apollo kid’s eyes scrunched. “But he’s not at the Poseidon cabin?”

“...what.”

“I saw him helping with laundry, just a little while ago. Looked like he was past ready for a break, too. Like you,” the kid added pointedly, before they successfully maneuvered the sandwiches into Thalia’s unresistant grasp. She only blinked as the twerp took off again, before tipping her head back with a groan.

Percy, helping out with laundry. When Thalia specifically ordered him to stay put in their cabin, away from fevers and vomit and all the camp-wide nastiness. For a moment she idly wondered if losing Poseidon’s favor would be worth strangling the self-sacrificing idiot.

...nah. Probably not.

Sighing, Thalia abandoned her buckets and went to find Percy.

If only so she could throw him headfirst into the lake.

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

How about your top 5 smiling friends characters ranked? Your ranked lists are so cool. You are galaxy brained!!

HOOOO BOY THIS IS GONNA BE A DOOZY!!!!!!

Esp since I feel like the cast is still so small that I can barely make a Top Five with Smiling Friends but I'll try my bestest!

(Oh, and I am sososo super duper flattered and amazed that you find my rankings and thoughts to be galaxy brained)

1. Allan Red

A Allan Adventure was such a FUCKING GODTIER EPISODE

His voice, his speech patterns and his overall cadence and tone of his voice is so unique and funny I love listening to it!

He looks like a hot dog and I find that to be hilarious character design

His dynamic with the other characters is fascinating and entertaining af!

The scene with him and Finn Wolfhard's character in the pilot is one of my most favorite scenes from it!

2. Pim Pimling

He's my favorite out of the duo! (I love Charlie but if I had to pick it's Pim)

HES FUCKING ADORABLE AND SMOL AND I WANNA HUG HIM!!!!!!

THE ACCENT!!!!!! THE WAY HE TALKS!!!!! HIS SINGING!!!!!! HIS "HE-LLO" !!!!!!!!!

He lowkey reminds of my (late) Grandma!

Season One has been Pim's Best Season so Far!

3. Mr. Boss

An Absolute Unhinged Loon Who is Super Entertaining and Hilarious to Watch

Is a Cryptid of Sorts Disguised as a Human and I'm Not Gonna Think Otherwise

AGAIN HIS VOICE, THE WAY HE TALKS IS PEAK COMEDY !!!!!!!!!!

Also Love How Dark and Insidious This Fucker Gets

But it's Always Oddly Sweet that He Sees His Employees as "His Boy" aka He Sees Himself as Their Father (cuz he's Weird Like That)!

4. DJ Spit

HIS ACCENT AND CHICANO DIALECT ARE LITERALLY SO GODTIER (I learned about Chicano from DJ Spit and now HC Pyro to have a Chicano Dialect when unmasked)

HONESTLY LOVED HIM IN A ALLAN ADVENTURE HOLY SHIT !!!!!!!!!

He was the Best Part of the Frowning Friends Episode

This Guy is Pure 2020s Era SoundCloud Rap and I really like that touch

I also just really like his design for whatever reason

5. Gwimbly

I FUCKING LOVE THIS LIL FREAKAZOID'S DESIGN SO MUCH!!!!!!! DUNNO WHAT THE HELL HE IS BUT HES PERFECT!!!!!!!!

His animation style and the PS2-Esque Visuals He Has are Simply Godtier

His dialogue and catchphrase are FUCKING ICONIC !!!!!!!! OOH OOH OOH !!!!!!!!

Honestly I Felt so Bad for Him since his Situation is Pretty Much Just Valve and Nintendo Combined!

I Swear that the Wife of the Villain of the Game Used to Be Gwimbly's Girlfriend and THATS Why She Freaked Out the Way She Did....

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Thank you oh so very much for sending this in my sweet friend! It was really hard and a lot of work to get through but it was fun, I hope you have fun reading it over!

Please let me know any feedback or anything else you wanna ask about by coming back here, have an amazing and awesome day!!

[princynic]

hey dude uh, sorry if this is a bit sudden but i found an unlisted dp video and i feel like you might be interested?? https://youtu.be/lMLUf3e0mOs ← here it is. sorry if you've already seen it or something but i just felt like sharing this since you (like me) seem interested in old dp stuff (as per your yt playlists). also sorry for "anon-ing" this i just didn't wanna confuse my non dp/aop oomfs/moots if they happened to stumble upon this LOLLL... anyways yeah that's kinda it, have a nice day :)

i will tell stories about you. i will be 30-something years old and my nieces will be in their teen years and i'll be saying,

"so you know that one interest i had? that one big one i used to have, HOOOO boy well first let me tell you about tumblr, it's this little social media site thingy, yeah? and they have an ASK BOX and this ask box, people can send you stuff anonymously if you let them, and this... this KIND SOUL came to my ask box. not to ask anything, no, but to give me... KNOWLEDGE. knowledge i had not yet unlocked about my interest. now i know what you're thinking..."

'auntcle nic!!! you used to talk about how you knew EVERYTHING about this interest!!! no one knew more than you!!!'

"that's right. but you know what beats me? time. i actually hopped onto that interest very late, MANY people predated me. i predate many people myself. but there were years before me then, and there were things i could've never known. this slipped my mind really, i stopped focusing on what's beyond in front of me after a while, even dropping the whole interest with great effort. you know how it goes... but this person came to me in my ask box. like parting the clouds, they- they sought into my BRAIN and found something i didn't know i was missing. and they gave it. canary birds must've played trumpets that day, a red carpet must've rolled out for them once they sent me that message. i didn't have to fight for it. didn't have to seek it out myself. not when i didn't know it existed."

"... what was the video? oh, nothing, nothing... nothing important... just another nugget to add to my memory of a time that was."

...

"okay fine it was a video of them eating habanero peppers BUT IT'S MORE THAN THAT IT'S THE IDEA OF THE THING THAT I NOW HAVE IT'S THE- THE WHOLE FACT IT EXISTS IT'S LIKE-"

and then they'll try to derail me to get me away from infodumping.

thank you again. no matter how distant i may grow from dp-verse things i will Always stim-out over some things to archive. you are so cool. do something nice for yourself today. like eat something yummy. also remember to drink water. i hope you receive a nice gift sometime soon. i hope your bed is comfortable to sleep in tonight. i hope you dream of a paradise filled with your favorite animal. i hope you wake up happy and ready to take on the day. u deserve it.

[pleuvoire]

anyway since i finished faiz last night here are my thoughts on the infamous ending arc (under cut for spoilers) (and for walls of text jesus how did this get so long)

so faiz definitely falls apart in the last 10 eps. no doubt about that. compared to the absolute kino that was the 30s... man, it’s like night and day. and this comes down to what i keep saying, which is that faiz is at its best when it focuses on the core seven characters, and at its worst when it focuses on... literally anything else. and what did we get in the 40s? yuka dies, kiba fucks off to do whatever, and takumi is reduced to a background character in his own show for much of the 40s, to say nothing of keitarou and mari. the entire thing is about mari’s stupid adoptive dad and the orphenoch king and the ryuusei school and all this stuff that i DO NOT CARE ABOUT. give me the core trios!!! give me the core character stuff!!! give me takumi and kiba entrusting their lives to each other instead of kiba treating takumi like a stranger!!!

because hoooo boy was kiba’s whole deal poorly executed. on paper it’s compelling - the kind person who believed in humanity finally experiences too much cruelty to handle, loses faith in humanity, and defects to the side of humanity’s enemy. but for the change in his personality and worldview to be so sudden, so complete, and so permanent, it was just bad. it was just bad! on top of that, yuka’s death meant the show was minus one of my favorite characters, and kiba basically becoming a different person meant it was for all intents and purposes minus another of my favorite characters, and between that and takumi doing jack shit for like 5 whole episodes i really did not care what was happening. also - he ORDERED TAKUMI TO BE EXPERIMENTED ON??? FUCK OFF!!! HE WOULD NOT DO THAT!!!! YOU CAN’T JUST MAKE HIM A WHOLE DIFFERENT GUY!!!!

side note: kusaka’s death. was really looking forward to that and in the end it was just kind of meh because i had no idea what was happening at that point in the show at all. like, random incoherent stuff happened before my eyes, and he got his neck snapped on the beach as a result. yay? i will give inoue this which is that i’d heard that the narrative really wants you to feel bad he died but i didn’t get that vibe so much, it kind of just felt like everyone going “wtf kiba straight-up snapped that guy’s neck that’s so fucked up” and also mari being sad which makes sense because she was attached to him. the thing is that again the show was simply not coherent enough at this point for me to feel like it was taking a real stance about kusaka dying. takumi getting Really Pissed at kiba about it was so lame though like omg who caressssss

that said, i think the show managed to regain a bit of its footing in the last two episodes. i liked the trolley problem it set up - kill this kid to save humanity, or kill humanity to save the orphenochs. it was still kind of dumb and not as compelling as ryuki’s trolley problems but it was something. i really liked the thematic thread, woven through all the bullshit, of orphenochs as this group of people who were never meant to exist, and are either fighting a fruitless struggle against their inevitable disappearance or simply accepting it. it contributed to the feeling of quiet hopelessness and depression that faiz is good at. the impending specter of takumi dying soon was really good and also contributed to that feeling. when he said to kiba he was scared of dying but wanted to live his life to the fullest i was like ououougghh. so yeah some good stuff in there.

still though, that ending...? i’d heard that the last episode was infamously rushed, but while i was watching it i was like huh this is no worse than faiz has been for the last 10 eps and also has some compelling stuff (mentioned above). and then with 5 minutes left it cut straight from the climatic blow of the final battle to several days later and i was like OH LMAO. INOUE YOU REALLY BEEFED THE PACING ON THAT HUH. real “oh shit this essay is due at midnight and it’s 11:55” energy. so that just ruined a whole bunch of stuff right there. like kiba’s death - i knew he’d die from takumi’s rider kick, but i didn’t realize he was sacrificing himself to keep the enemy in place for takumi to kick him, a real interesting and potentially compelling last-minute redemption, except then we immediately cut away from it and it’s never mentioned again in the Five Fucking Minutes of the show left to us. so like great job on that huh.

and the question of, is takumi still dying or not? what happened to that? the shot of him looking at his hand with blurred vision seems to suggest that, but it’s such a weak thrown-in-there reference in the middle of what looks like a “happy ever after” type of scene i’m like man what??? i knew it was ambiguous if he dies or not, but i was expecting, like, you see him close his eyes onscreen and the question is whether he died or just passed out. something that would give a real sense of finality and grimness to it. so to have it be that vague and open-ended and contradictory was a letdown :/

anyway. yeah! faiz ending! it wasn’t as bad as i was bracing myself for. that’s my review, i guess? i mean i just finished kiva a month ago and that was TERRIBLE so this is like, fine ok, in comparison. there’s my review: Not As Bad As Kiva. high praise! it’s still pretty bad though. i agree with the people who maintain that it really needed just one more episode and a lot of problems with the last ep would have been fine, but that still wouldn’t have fixed the problems of the entire show gradually losing coherency, along with half the stuff that made it compelling, in the last 10 eps. like if you gave it another episode it would probably have done a much better job of tying all the themes together and would probably have made me cry, but even that would be a major downgrade from the lovely thematic clarity and relative plot consistency of the first 10 episodes. but that’s inoue endings for you. at least it’s not kiva

[wisemins]

hi miya my star! between you and armin, who confessed first? how did it go?

AMIRAAA MY LOVEEE <3333 Great question!! Warning for s3 spoilers and onward for A.oT!

Short answer, I confessed first! And it went very very well! Long answer? HOOOO BOY So, canonically speaking, it was around season 3. We were both still around 15-16 years old, and it was during the re-taking of wall Maria. After Armin got...well...let's just say he got put into the toaster for a little bit it was a whole debacle on all fronts, but I was a Mess with a capital M. Levi almost died that day! In the whole mess of Floch (mortal enemy) bringing Erwin and the battle between who was going to live or die, I was basically hysterical and lost all logic to the situation because. WELL. My best friend, the love of my life who didn't KNOW he was the love of my life was there. ALL BURNT AND CRISPY waiting at death's door. Everyone in that moment, if they hadn't already known, became aware of my feelings for Armin. Jean had to hold me back when Levi had to make his decision, and accidentally dropped my ass on my head making me go temporary night-night until everything was said and done. Jean woke me up later, gave me a pep talk, and urged me to tell Armin about how I felt since he had a second chance at life. I needed to tell him now, or Jean told me he'd tell him himself. WHICH I WASN'T GONNA LET HIM SO-- I went to where Armin was sitting atop the wall when Eren and the rest were going to the basement, and we got to talking after a very emotional hug. Armin mentioned how when he woke up others told him I had a bit of a moment. And I explained why I freaked out, he's my best friend, my one true confidant and the only person who understood me on a fundamental level, and I was in love with him. It took him by surprise and he had me repeat it and I got all embarrassed and it was, in his words, "really cute". But, he had absolutely no idea. Much like myself, neither of us could comprehend us loving the other like we loved them. Self hatred be damned, turned out we both had huge crushes on each other since we basically met as children and were completely clueless about it (but not to others, everyone else in our friend group could tell but us). And we're both stubborn and self-loathing enough to not admit it to the point where it had to take one of us almost dying to admit it! So, it went well in the end, but getting the confession out took YEARS and a near death experience. Jean also had to blackmail me to admit it, cus he knew if I didn't do it, it would never happen.

So yeah!! Fun fact: In my canon for Jean, he confesses to me in the same era, the re-taking of wall Maria! Only he was really stupid about it!

[taelonsamada]

@0o-starboy-o0 asked me to do another small rant about Imp!Damien, and I think that’s a good idea, considering how much I’m villanizing him in Return to Shore X3 this is gonna be even longer than the hux one, buckle up.

So the Imperium version of Damien is…. Hoooo boy, he’s a lot… the audio starts off with him giving a grand speech to the crowd, as he’s just recently been crowned King-Imperial, after his mother passed away. His mother was a well loved leader, strong and powerful. The youngest member of the Ruling Council, and a Humanborn. You can tell by the way he talks about her how proud he is of her, and of his lineage.

And he makes reference to those who are opposed to his taking the throne, because the ruler before his mother died without an heir, which allowed her to take the throne, and many felt that they should continue that standard, that they should have gotten to choose a new leader like they had with his mother, rather than handing the throne to him. Plus, he isn’t Humanborn, and having a Humanborn leader allowed a new perspective, something he lacks since he’s not. Others feel he’s too young. So he’s starting his ruling with heavy opposition.

After this grand speech he gives, he leaves to meet up with his freshly appointed Royal Consort, our poor sweet Angel. He’s exhausted, and is venting to them about the stress of the day, and dealing with people questioning him. Which is fair, you can tell it’s a lot, because he IS young, and these are massive shoes that he’s got to fill. He asks them how their day was, and remarks about how if anyone gives them shit, to report it. We learn as he speaks that his taking an Unempowered as a Consort is yet another source of contention that he’s caused, but he doesn’t care, because he loves them, and wants them at his side.

And the more they talk, the more you realize that Angel is having second thoughts about this union, because they’re worried about the impact it’s going to have. Which is fair, that’s a valid concern. They’re trying to put the good of the kingdom ahead of their feelings.

This of course upsets Damien, because he adores them, and he’s broken countless customs to do this. We also learn that they grew up together, so their bond is likely very strong. We also learn that they’ve spent ages talking about what Damien would do when he ruled, how he would fix things for the unempowered, give them a voice. But now he’s telling Angel that stuff like that isn’t possible right now, that they need to let it go. And we all know how stubborn Angel is.

This devolves into a worse and worse argument until Damien actually uses magic to paralyze them in order to shut them up, drags them into the bed and curls up with them, to ‘remind them how good it feels to be in each other’s arms, to remember that this is all that matters’. He literally says he would burn the Imperium itself down for them, he loves Angel very much. To a very unhealthy level.

All in all, Damien has been reskinned as more of a yandere than a tsundere. It’s a lot. And the reason for this change, unlike Hux, is pretty clear. It’s the weight of being expected to rule, while trying to cling to the one thing that makes you happy. Amongst all of the storm and turmoil that is him trying to live up to his mother, Angel is his anchor, his safe place. And now they’re saying they feel like it would be better if they left him. If he ruled with someone else.

This is obviously devastating to him. And he reacts the only way he knows how. With a burst of temper, a demand to acquiesce to what he wants. After all, he’s the Prince-Turned-King. What he wants, he gets.

Imperium!Damien still has the desire to change the world the way Canon!Damien does. The difference is, he now has the actual power to enact such change, and that power has gone to his head.

[x-pair-o-dice-x]

Saw you asking for prompts. Monster, House, Orphans. Do want to see some vore in this one.

hoooo boy, this one is a big guy!!!!!!! so big, in fact, that typing this out is taking five years, since tumblr is lagging so much. not even an exaggeration. so!!! gonna be splitting this up into two parts, for my own sanity.

part two can be found here!!!!

is it more logical to do prompts in the order you got them? yes. am i instead going the most recent one i got? yes. in my defense i have more ideas rn for this one than the other ones.

also the moment i saw monster and orphans in the same sentence, you know exactly who i’m gonna be making the giant.

warnings for: soft vore, mentioned child abuse and neglect, fear of death, mentioned hard vore and digestion(none happen!), dehumanization(calling a sentient being an “it”).

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if anyone asked how ranboo’s day had been going, he’d say it had been pretty good.

…that is, if by pretty good, you meant going out of the house into the woods to escape his foster parent for a bit, only to get lost in said woods, accidentally fall into a rushing river he somehow didn’t notice(which the experience was made even better if you added in the fact that he couldn’t swim), get swept away by the current for what felt like, and honestly probably might have been, hours; and when he finally managed to crawl himself out of the rapids, he found himself with multiple bruises and scraps, in an area he couldn’t even hope to begin to recognize.

and that’s not even mentioning the fact that right now, it looks like it’s about to rain — as if he wasn’t soaked enough.

so yeah. great.

he’s been walking around aimlessly for a while now, trying to find something, anything, that could help him. maybe a path, a sign, a cabin in the woods, whatever. but there was nothing around but trees, as far as the eyes could see.

and…. he could almost swear the trees were bigger than they were supposed to.

..no, no they were definitely bigger than the ones he was used to seeing. uh…. maybe, it’s just…. a special kind of tree? that just.. grows really big? that seems reasonable.

a sudden crack of thunder startled him out of his thoughts — he didn’t even notice the lightning. shoot, was it going to be a thunderstorm? that’s way worse than just rain. there’s no way he’s staying out in the forest for a thunderstorm, he needs to find shelter, and fast.

ranboo looks around, before choosing a random direction, and starts speed-walking that way. he keeps his eyes on his surroundings — he’s not falling into a river again, not today!

speaking of, he’s still incredibly soaked, and incredibly cold. the storm brewing above him certainly isn’t helping that much.

it’s a couple minutes of walking — and.. is it just him, or does everything seem… bigger….. — when he thinks he sees something in the distance. he squints, only just about making it out through the trees, even with his glasses(which, can he just say, it’s a miracle he even has them, after the river), and-

that’s..

that’s a house.

that’s a house!

shelter!!!!

he laughs disbelievingly, and starts rushing his way over to it. and not a moment to soon, he can feel the rain start to drizzle through the leaves.

it’s a bit of a walk, but he’s sure he’ll make it in time before the rain really starts to pour — not that it would make much of a difference, really, but he’d like to avoid getting more wet, thank you very much.

he can’t believe his luck — being able to find a cabin however deep in these woods they are. hopefully they aren’t like, an axe-murderer or something — oh, that would really suck actually. please don’t be an axe-murderer. hopefully they’re okay with him barging in like this, because he doesn’t think there’s any other shelter nearby. maybe they’re nice, they might let him stay the night? maybe even help him find his way back to his foster’s house, afterwards? it’s not the best place to be, but it’s better than nothing.

he wonders if his foster even noticed he was gone.

he wonders if they even care.

..nope!!! nope, he’s not thinking about that!! that’s too depressing of a thought for right now. right now, he needs to focus on getting to the cabin.

…uhm.. speaking of……. shouldn’t he, be there by now?

he shook himself out of his thoughts, and refocused on the surroundings, with a closer eye. the house certainly looks closer, but.. he’s still a decent distance away.

it uh… looks kinda big, actually. like the trees.

he finds himself getting closer.

it’s…. getting.. bigger…..

he gets closer.

it gets bigger.

dread starts to fill him.

closer.

bigger.

he’s still a good.. maybe five-ish meters away, when he finally stops. the rain, while not quite steady yet, has gotten to a bit more than a drizzle now. he finds himself looking up at the cabin.

he finds himself looking……. way, way up at the cabin.

it’s bigger than any house he’s ever seen.

the door is bigger than anything he’s ever seen.

he feels like an ant staring up at it.

this…. this isn’t a normal house.

at all.

………….

…….well. at least ranboo can probably rule out the axe-murderer?

………….

yeah, no, he can’t really think of a good positive about this situation.

he flinches as he sees a light flashing, followed by a loud thundering boom a few seconds later. the rain is getting harder.

he can’t afford to stay out here.

but… can he really afford to go inside?

he looks inside the windows — or, as far inside as he really can, at this angle. the lights… look like they’re turned off? whoever lives here — and isn’t that a scary thought, that there’s someone big enough to actually live in here — might not be home right now. or, worse case scenario, they’re just asleep right now.

the ideal scenario would be that no one lives here at all, and this was just some left over prop from some movie set or something someone decided to leave in a forest in the middle of nowhere.

………he doesn’t know which one is more unlikely.

lighting flashes again, the thunder following more quickly than last time. he flinches.

…either way, he can’t see this ending out good for him.

……he.. supposes he’d rather go with the unknown of the cabin, than with the certainty of staying out in the rain and getting sick, if he hasn’t already.

luckily for ranboo, there were multiple little cracks in the wall he could crawl into — not even crawl, actually, he could just walk through them, he was so small.

as he entered, he found that things looked….. surprisingly.. normal, from what he could see.

just…….

big.

there was a counter to the far left, cutting off into another room — a kitchen, perhaps? he could see trinkets and stuff on top of the counter, and littered across the house, though he couldn’t really make himself focus on them all that much. there was a couch near his right, a small table right in front of it. and further still, right up against the wall, was a bookshelf, filled to the brim with… well.. books. there were even a couple shelves, also holding various things. he couldn’t quite see any photos from where he stood.

if it weren’t for the fact he didn’t seem any bigger than a candle, he would have thought this was a normal house.

he hears the thunder crash again, and is reminded about why he was in here to begin with.

he needs to find some place to bunker down for a bit, even if for a little bit.

should.. should he reveal himself to whoever lives here, if anyone even does?

well, maybe he can rule out the fact that no one lives here, this place does look lived in, and he can’t see any dust, so someone’s definitely been visiting this place recently, at the least.

as for that first question……. he…. doesn’t know.

there’s no guarantee they’d hurt him, but… there’s also no guarantee they wouldn’t, either. especially after in trespassing their home.

he knows other humans have hurt him for less.

ranboo doesn’t want to risk it.

the couch seems like a good starting spot to hide, for now, unless he can find somewhere better. the bookshelf might be useful, too, but it’s a bit far away from where he is right now.

though, as he’s about halfway over to the couch, he hears a sound, something that almost seems to stop his heart.

floorboards creaking.

they’re here.

instantly, he sprints the rest of the way, and almost skids to a stop under the couch — hopefully, the sound of the rain pouring down masked his footsteps.

ranboo can’t quite see whoever is here from where he stands, though he does hear the floorboards pause for a moment, before starting back up again. he lets out a breath.

they seem to be heading over to what he thinks is the kitchen — looking for a late night snack, perhaps? oh dear.. he hugs himself closer to the foot of the couch. he really, really doesn’t want to get caught if they’re hungry. granted he doesn’t really know if they eat humans, they might not! but.. he doesn’t want to take the risk, at all.

though… he is curious on what they look like. sue him, he’s never seen a giant before — and that’s what they are, aren’t they?, he thinks as he lets it fully sink in, a giant. — he never even knew they existed. forgive him for wanting to take a quick look, see if they were similar. maybe, if they looked similar enough, he might actually be safe. maybe all this giant is is just one really big human. granted, ranboo hasn’t had the best track record when it comes to people, but surely he’d have a better chance now. hopefully.

he leans a bit into the open, careful not to go out too far. he scans his eyes above the counter, trying to catch a glimpse of the giant. for a moment, he can’t quite see anything, and for a moment he wonders if they are still even in the kitchen, when suddenly, the giant comes into view, and-

he gasps suddenly, fear striking deep into his chest.

that’s not a person. that’s not a person in the slightest.

he can’t see too much, but from the ragged pink fur, the pointed ears, the scars and tusks-

it’s head shoots up, ears flickering.

shit, shit he was heard. he darts back under the couch, pushing his back against the couch leg, putting his hands over his mouth. his heart was beating fast, too fast, it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. he could practically feel the fear radiating off of him.

how did it even hear him? the rain should have masked any sound he made.

did it just have advanced hearing? fuck, could it hear him right now, with his lungs heaving like every breath could be his last?

his heart stop when he hears slow footsteps on the wooden floor.

no, not footsteps.

hooves. those are hooves.

and they’re getting closer.

ranboo backed away from the edge of the couch as he heard the giant sniff the air — shit, is that how it knows where he is? it can smell him? that’s not good, that’s not good at all.

as he reached the middle of the couch, he saw the hooves of the beast stop, just near the spot where he was before.

suddenly, the creature leans down, and all he can see is a glowing red eye staring right at him. his breath picks up, and his heart races.

it found him.

it found him.

shit shit shit shit.

they stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, the world around him disappearing as all he can focus on is the blood red color, until the eye disappears from his sight, as the beast stands up. he can hear it grabbing the couch, and immediately, he snaps back into his body, heart working on overtime. it’s going to move the couch, it’s going to reveal him, it’s going to grab him, it’s going to-

instantly, he turns tail and runs, runs as fast as he can away from the giant. the bookshelf, that’s the only other thing he remembers seeing, the only other shelter he could access — the door was too far away, he can’t risk going there.

ranboo can hear the instance the beast realizes what he’s doing, the scrapping of the couch stopping, and the sound of hooves following in pursuit.

he’s over halfway to the bookshelf now, and he can see a small gap between the wall and the back of the shelf, just big enough for him to fit inside. hopefully, the shelf is heavy enough that it couldn’t be moved easily, granting him enough time to get a better plan.

he’s almost there now, he can hear the loud hoovesteps behind him, but he just might make it-

something wraps around him, suddenly, knocking the breath out of his lungs, and in an instant, he feels the feet leave the floor — he’s being picked up. he’s been grabbed.

he’s been caught.

“no, nono no no, nononono-” he stumbles, struggling as much as he can to get out of the grip — it burns, almost, worse than the usual burn he feels whenever he’s touched. all around him, in the grasp of the beast, it’s uncomfortable in more ways than one.

he feels as if his stomach is doing flips as he goes up, up, and up, higher off the ground, until he finds himself slowly coming to a stop.

he looks down at the wooden floor, he has to be fifty- no, eighty- a hundred feet, maybe, up in the air, he thinks with a shudder — well, he may not be too good at math, but even he knows that, no matter the exact number, there’s no way he’s surviving that fall.

and, reluctantly, he forces his eyes up at the beast who holds him in it’s grasp.

it’s terrifying.

the first thing ranboo finds himself staring at is the large scar on it’s face, over it’s left eye and sneaking over across it’s snout — the snout that, when combined with the ragged pink fur and animal-like ears, makes the giant look an awful lot like a pig. or, perhaps more like a boar, with the tusks that protrude from it’s mouth.

it’s eyes, though, it’s eyes are what truly scare him. a blood red iris, surrounded with a yellow, almost golden sclera, with pupils more akin to a snake than a human with how narrowed they were. it’s eyes were terrifying.

it’s eyes were staring down at him, staring through him, almost into his soul.

his breath hitched.

prime, he isn’t getting out of this, is he?

he shouldn’t have gone into that forest, he should have just dealt with his foster, he’s done it before, why did today have to be the exception-

“uhhhhhhhh,” the beast deadpanned. “what are you doing in my house?”

he blinked.

it.

it talks.

it.. talks.

it….. talks?

“i… what?” ranboo said hopelessly confused.

“what uh. what are you doin’ in my house?” the giant repeated itself.

okay.

okay!

it can talk, he guesses.

maybe he can reason with it. maybe he can get it to let him go.

(that is, if he knew where his conversation skills went.)

(ha, as if he ever had them to begin with.)

“it’s, uh.” ranboo said, nodding is head towards the window. “raining.”

the beast looks up briefly, though he doesn’t really think it needed to, even he can hear the sound of pouring rain from here.

“so it is.” the giant hums.

there’s a brief silence that follows. lovely. this has been a riveting conversation so far.

“that doesn’t, uh. explain why you’re here, though.” the giant says. “in the forest.”

ranboo’s shoulders hunched.

“i got lost,” he admitted. “wasn’t really looking where i was going, and fell in a river.”

the beast hummed, nodding to itself. “yeah, i suppose that’d do it.”

another moment of silence.

“i uh, don’t suppose you’d let me leave..?” ranboo asked. it might have been a bit too early to ask that, but… he really just wanted this all to be over with. everything was so overwhelming.

as the words left his mouth, the two could hear a sudden crack boom around the cabin — he swears he felt the thunder in his chest.

“…now, i don’t know about you,” the beast starts, “but i don’t think i’d want to go out right now. just a thought.”

his shoulders slumped. prime, it was right, he hated that it was right. going out right now would almost be worse than staying in here.

he hated that it didn’t even really answer his question, either. he hated how terrified that made him.

the beast seemed to analyze him again, seemingly looking for something. he didn’t like how small he felt under it’s gaze.

he didn’t like how small he was in it’s grasp, either.

“you look cold.” the beast stated suddenly. it was only then he realized he was shivering — he supposes after washing out of the river and the mess that followed after, he didn’t have the time to fully realize he was freezing.

or, well. it could be the fear that made him shake like a small wet dog. that too.

“i- well, i did fall in a river.” ranboo shrugged, as much as he could in it’s hold. “the rain didn’t exactly help me warm up, either.”

the giant hummed again, before it looked around. it’s eyes seemed to land on what he believed to be a fireplace. he can only assume that, as there didn’t actually seem to be any wood or kindling in the fireplace.

he could hear the beast mutter under it’s breath, something about how it ‘should have brought the logs inside’. no doubt the wood would be too damp to use by now.

he jumped a bit as the hand briefly held him closer to it’s chest, the beast mumbling, “could keep it close while i nap,” before shaking it’s head, putting the hand back down, “no, don’t wanna accidentally crush it in my sleep.”

it was then ranboo realized it was thinking up of ways to warm him up. a little bit of his fear dissipated at that. maybe.. it wasn’t going to hurt him? surely, if it was, it wouldn’t be trying to help him.

the beast huffed shortly, saying, “could put you in the oven, that’ll warm you up for sure.”

he froze, fear rising back up in an instant. no no, god please don’t-

“ah shit- hey hey, kid, calm down, i was kidding.” the beast brought him closer to his face, concern and a tinge of regret in it’s eyes. as he let the words sink in, his breathing slowed down, he wasn’t even aware he was hyperventilating.

oh. it.. it was a joke.

pretty bad joke, if you ask him — though, he’s certainly not gonna say that out loud.

“alright, that’s on me, shouldn’t have done that.” the beast spoke up again, now that he calmed down slightly. “my bad.”

“it’s... it’s fine.” it wasn’t, not really, but he wasn’t quite going to be honest when he was literally in it’s grasp. he already felt like he was walking on a thin line with how he broke in.

the giant went back to looking around, but unfortunately, it didn’t seem to find anything that would satisfy it.

the beast huffed again, and ranboo’s panic grew a little. what happens when it decides to just cut it’s loses in him? what happens when it decides he’s not worth the effort?

“uh- you don’t, you don’t have to do anything for me, i’ll be fine.” he hunched his shoulders, “i can- i can manage on my own, i don’t wanna be a- a bother, i can leave, i won’t- i can-”

“kid, i’m not gonna make you leave.” the beast cut him off, “it’s raining down hard out there, you could get sick. hell, you might already be sick.”

ranboo’s shoulders hunched further, but before dread could really sink into his gut, the giant continued.

“i don’t mind you staying here ‘till the rain stops, it’s not gonna be too much of a trouble. ‘sides, looks like it’s not gonna stop for a while. you really don’t wanna be out there.”

his shoulders slumped, as he looked outside again. yeah, no, it’s right, he doesn’t think he would make it even halfway out of the forest now, let alone all the way over to his foster’s house, wherever that even is.

he’s stuck in here with something a hundred times his size.

something that could kill him without even trying.

god, he wants to go home.

he doesn’t even know what home is to him, anymore.

the beast looked deep in thought again, he can only assume it was still looking for something to warm him up. it’s... nice, almost, that it was looking out for him. not a lot of people in his life actually cared for him, or his needs, beyond the bare minimum.

it was an unfamiliar feeling. he didn’t know how he felt about it.

why did this.. this giant, something out of a fairy tale, something that he barely knew for.. what, ten minutes, now? care more for him than all of the adults he met combined?

it didn’t really feel fair. why now? why, after all this time? why this?

ranboo was getting too worked up, he needed to calm down. the last thing he needed was to breakdown in the grasp of a giant beast.

..should he still be calling it a beast? it can clearly talk, and communicate. calling it an, well.. it, seems rude now, even if it was only in his head.

he looked back up at the giant, who now seemed to be staring at him with a contemplative, almost hesitant look in it’s- their eyes.

that.... that can’t be good.

“i.. have an idea, of how to warm you up.” they started. “but i don’t know if you’ll like it.”

oh, well that’s definitely not a good sign!

“wh… what is it…?” ranboo asked tentatively.

the giant paused, a look of confliction in their eyes. dread was filling in his gut again. he didn’t think he wanted to know anymore, actually, thank you very much!

“i-i’m fine, you don’t need to do anything, honestly, i’ll live! just, wrap me up in a blanket, or- or something.” ranboo stammered, trying his best to hunch into himself.

“you’re freezing to the touch, kid, there’s no way you aren't sick.” the giant said, raising him up a bit. “the blanket won’t do much if you have hypothermia.”

ranboo paused at that. he hated how the giant was right, he’s so cold that his teeth aren’t even shattering anymore, but.. why were they so hesitant about it?

“look-” the giant started, before stopping themselves. they were still for a minute, thinking about something, before sighing. “kid, you’re gonna be fine, alright? i’m not gonna hurt you. you’ll be safe, safe, ‘kay?”

well that isn’t concerning in the slightest.

“wh- what are you doing?” ranboo said, his squirming picking up again, albeit weaker than before.

the giant sighed again. “this isn’t going to go well,” they muttered under their breath, before steeling themselves, and lifting him up again. higher, higher and higher than before, closer to their face.

his squirming intensified, terror and confusion and dread rising steadily. he didn’t know what the giant was planning and that scared him.

“p-put me down, p-please-!” ranboo yelled, trying to free his arms from the grip — he can’t do it, he can’t do anything, he doesn’t know what’s happening.

“you’re gonna be okay, kid,” the giant says softly to him again, before opening their mouth wide.

that’s when he realized what was gonna happen to him.

[1kook]

subdued

— good boy joon on his bday x fem reader

summary; He could so easily take you over in the bedroom, push you down and ram himself inside until you cried. But it’s the other way around, and he likes it that way. tags; birthday boy joon, solo rapper joon, college student reader (unspecified year/age lol), this entire fic is based off THIS joon everyone look and never forget him warnings; kissing, blowjobs, grinding, unprotected, birthday sex, sub!joon word count; 5k

notes; hoooo boy, if you think my other fics were self-indulgent, this one is straight from my 3 am thoughts... anyway. i actually have the same birthday as joon so this fantasy plays off very different in daydream universe no. 794 lol but i understand not everyone is as lucky as us sept 12 babies so i adjusted it 😌

The stoplight down the street from his building takes the longest. He had warned you of its faulty mechanics the very first time you visited. It lingered on red a beat too long, wasted precious seconds you could be spending with him. It’s been the sole challenger to your patience this past year. Every time you wanted to visit him, it was this same stoplight that held you up— made the sugar in his coffee cup settle, the food in its container go cold. It absolutely dampened your mood.

Today, it’s from the back of an Uber that you watch the red glow of the light, gaze fading in and out of focus. It’s raining, the rhythmic pattering of raindrops against the wind shield hypnotizing you. There’s a styrofoam box of takeout beside you falling into the same fate as all its predecessors, tucked inside a plastic bag. It’s his favorite today, the black bean noodles down the street from your university paired with a sickeningly sweet fizzy drink. (There’s a cheap bottle of wine too, but he was never one for getting shitfaced so it had a slim chance of consumption.)

The longer the light stalls, the more nervous you become. One glance at your phone tells you it’s nearing eleven forty-nine, your last message to him just a few minutes before. It was a slew of sad faces as you apologized for the fifth time that night. Another minute ticks by and you’re suddenly hit with the overwhelming fear that you won’t make it on time.

It was Namjoon’s birthday.

At least it would be for the next ten minutes.

You hadn’t seen him all day, your usual Saturday morning brunch postponed by your conflicting schedules. You had a huge group project coming up, and the other students in your group all had lives of their own, jobs, sports, dates, that made their schedules hard to work around. Namjoon, too, was busy gearing up for the release of his mixtape, a collection of songs he had worked hard on for the better half of the year.

He had been planning for this since you first met, around this time the previous year. It was all he ever spoke about these days, which was both endearing and worrisome. Regardless of how you felt about his avid dedication towards his mixtape, you would continue to support him through it all.

You were supposed to drop by after your last class, but one thing led to another and suddenly you were babysitting your neighbor’s kids as she ran off to the hospital. You had felt bad for her, something about a relative in an accident, and had said yes without thinking through what exactly that meant. Two overexcited children and a kitchen lined in cake batter, is what it meant. Your neighbor had returned a little before eleven, and by then you were really cutting it close.

The order you placed had been ready when you got to the little restaurant, and, deciding to forgo bus stop waiting times, the Uber came quickly enough. Because things can never go your way, there was a small accident on one of the major streets that set you back, leading to your driver taking an abrupt detour that you doubt was helpful, and now you were here.

You bite down on your lower lip for probably the umpteenth time, flipping your phone around to check the time. 11:52.

The light changes a second later, your chauffeur for the evening slowly easing his foot off the break and sending the two of you one step closer to your boyfriend. The movement doesn’t ease your nerves in the slightest, foot tapping wildly against the carpeted flooring of the backseat as you think of that creaky elevator. Will it be on your side today? Or will it force you to run four flights of stairs up to his floor?

You won’t know until you get there, absentmindedly tipping the poor soul who bore witness to the rolling waves of tension that had swamped your body tonight. You can only hope it’s an appropriate bill, taking off toward the front doors of his building. The water on the sidewalk splashes beneath your frantic footsteps, tickling your bare ankles. The black boots you wore that day did nothing to save you, a small gust of cold air trying to sweep up beneath the thin material of your dress, luckily to no avail.

The front area is as empty as it usually is, though you doubt the late hour would change that. Knuckle jammed harshly against the flickering elevator button, you wait impatiently for it to descend. His small label takes up the entirety of the fourth floor, studios squeezed beside meeting rooms and offices. It was by no means a monster record label, but it had gained enough fame from the quality soloists it produced over the years; Namjoon was quickly becoming one of those. The carriage is on the fifth floor, right above his, the digital panel beside you says. It passes his floor, passes the fourth, and then… nothing.

You curse every deity in the universe as you watch it freeze on the second floor. You had been so close, you groan, kicking the tip of your shoe against the metal doors. It does nothing to fix the broken elevator, and with one heavy sigh, you turn to the flight of stairs. It was 11:54 now.

The stairway is silent, off-grey concrete walls mocking you as the time continues to tick down. Holding the plastic bag to your chest, you start up the stairs in a hurry. The rustling of the bag grows annoying quickly, your thighs aching half way up. The platforms between floors provide nearly no reprieve before you ascend the next level of stairs, heaving for air as you turn onto the final platform before his floor. Your hair sticks uncomfortably to the back of your neck.

You can’t fling the door open fast enough, heart hammering between your rib cage. The hallway is filled with blissful air conditioning, nothing like the stuffy air of the staircase. You relish in it for a second before taking down the winding halls, torpedoing straight into the room your boyfriend’s in.

“Happy birthday,” you gasp, only hoping you made it in on time. Your sudden appearance has him whirling around in surprise, dark eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets at his surprise intruder. The digital clock above one of his speakers blinks back at you. 11:59.

The surprise wears off soon enough. Namjoon melts back into his puffy chair, easy going smile taking over his features as he regards your ruffled appearance. “Jesus, what’ve you been up to?” he teases playfully, standing up to relieve you of the bag in your hand, still warm against your chest.

He brushes a kiss against your forehead, placing the plastic bag somewhere off behind him before enveloping you in your arms. “Thank you, baby,” he hums, strong arms wrapped around your shoulders. Almost immediately the tension in your body melts away, oozes out of your skin as you bury yourself against his chest. It feels good to be there, the faint cologne from that morning clinging to his white zip-up.

“Sorry I’m so late,” you murmur. Feeling comforted enough, you pull away from your hiding spot against his chest. The arms hanging loosely around your waist don’t let you get too far, low-lidded eyes staring down at you over the straight angle of his nose. “So much happened today— I’m sorry.”

Namjoon waves your apologies off as he guides you towards his computer chair. He plops down first, pulling you over to sit on his thigh. The clock ticks by, and suddenly his birthday is over. The scent of the noodles fills his dark studio, and you become acutely aware of the soft melody drifting from his speakers. Nothing too developed yet, just a simple piano with a bass drum kicking in.

“Another year, another grey hair,” he sighs, leaning back against his seat. You laugh at his dramatics, running a finger through the head full of silver hairs he’s rocking this time around.

“I fail to see the issue,” you muse, shifting about until you can loop your arms around his neck, pulling his face close enough to yours to kiss. He lets you, opening his mouth when your tongue prods against his plush, doll lips. He tastes of that energy drink you know is bad for him, the one that keeps him up way past his nonexistent bedtime. You should scold him for it, but there’s something about the way he molds his mouth against yours that makes it difficult to pull away and do so. You kiss him for a few minutes, lips casually molding against each other.

The enticing scent of the food you brought over has you pulling away with a soft smack of your lips, lazily grinning down at him. “You should eat,” you encourage, attempting to move out of his grip. If anything, the hands on the small of your back stiffen, keeping you comfortably pressed against him.

“Don’t want to,” he whines, half-lidded eyes gazing at you with that tender look. He leans back in, nudges his nose against yours until you’re moving to accommodate him again. His lips catch yours a second time, a soft sigh released on his end. His body feels like a furnace, swaddled up in that nice white tracksuit, some fancy brand he’s an ambassador for. There’s something about him that’s different today, cherry lips catching you in a daze. He seems totally aware of the pull he has over you, moving his mouth against yours like he knows he’s won you over and was now ready to dedicate the rest of the night to you.

You weren’t having any of that, at least not tonight.

Knitting your hands in his hair, you tug. You tug and tug until he’s releasing you with a whine, swollen red lips shiny from your lip gloss. It’s certainly a look on him, and as he pants beneath you, you’re left wondering why he’s chosen to be an elusive rapper when his doll-like face could easily blend into the idol world.

Another mystery you’ll never solve.

“Missed you today,” he admits bashfully, lips pulling into a shy smile he tries to hide from you. You reward his confession with a soft peck against his cheek, hands cupping his soft cheeks between your palms. Despite how easily you’d been forgiven before, there’s a tinge of a whine curling around his next words. “Who blows someone off on their birthday?” he mumbles, eyes fluttering shut.

You chuckle, tracing your thumbs over his skin. They just barely brush against the corners of his mouth, the soft flesh begging to be touched. “Who spends their birthday cooped up in a tiny room?” you reply teasingly, leaning in to kiss the mole beneath his plump lips.

Namjoon inhales softly, head lolling backwards as you kiss down his chin, over his pulse point. “Was inspired,” he weakly defends, the grip around your waist growing tight. “There was a pretty girl in my dreams last night.”

“Oh?” You hum, slithering off his lap. The floor mat he has beneath his rolling chair to protect his hardwood floors is cold. There’s ridges on it that press uncomfortably into your knees. But all that is forgotten when you roll your hands over his shoulders, kiss his neck tenderly, and he groans. “How pretty?”

Your back is straining from being awkwardly stretched over him in a desperate attempt to kiss the entire column of his neck. He doesn’t make it easier, hips wiggling before you as you nip against the side of his neck. “Joon?” you coo, sliding your hands down his chest. The muscles jump beneath his zip-up, one shuddering exhale escaping him.

“R-Real fuckin’ gorgeous,” he mumbles, hands circling your shoulders. He wants to pull you close like he always does, but you can tell he’s equally as conflicted by the need to push you down onto his cock.

The front zip of his sweater gives with one tug, the clicks of the teeth coming apart following your hand down. He’s wearing a plain white shirt underneath, the beginnings of sweat clinging to the flimsy material. You place your hands around his waist, let the fabric catch over your knuckles as you glide them upwards. The sinewy muscle quivers under your touch, Namjoon’s breath catching in your throat.

When you reach his pecs, he barely contains the whimper in his throat, hands releasing you in favor of clutching at the armrest. “Please,” he huffs, the white zip-up halting you from pushing any further. “Off.”

“Of course,” you purr, pushing it over his deltoids. He doesn’t shake the sweater off completely, the sleeves catching over each other in his haste to feel you closer against his body. The t-shirt remains tugged up to his chest, held up by your wandering hands. “Relax for me, okay?” you croon, leaning forward to nip at his lower lip. The plush skin bounces back, redder than ever. He nods shakily, chest rising and falling.

You place a kiss directly on his sternum, his heart fluttering wildly just a few inches away. You feel it beneath your palm, the way it beats wildly out of rhythm for you. The music loops back around, the same melodious tune mixing with his airy sounds. You trail your mouth lower, letting it mold against the faint ridges over his abdomen.

He’s been putting on muscle these last few months. It’s a sight you only get to appreciate in moments like these. Namjoon wasn’t a flashy performer; he was too shy to wear revealing outfits, not that they particularly fit his onstage aesthetic anyway. He liked it simple and dark, wanting his words to capture people more than his looks.

It was a humble approach, really, because you don’t doubt for a second someone with looks of his caliber couldn’t pull fans with that alone. But as you said before, Namjoon didn’t like that sort of thing, and you suppose that’s why he’s declined invitations to join rookie boy groups time and again. He had worked hard to make himself known on his own, frequenting various hip hop scenes until he picked up steam. By the time you’d met him, he had his own contract, with this same company you’re currently in.

Now he was freshly twenty-six, on the cusp of releasing his first full mixtape, completely of his own creativity. His first mini-album had done extraordinarily well, but there had been a lot of outside partners and producers that pushed it along. This mixtape was one hundred percent him, a fact you couldn’t be more proud of.

What better way to treat him than to shower him in attention like this?

You press a soft kiss to his belly button, glancing up just in time to see those plush lips pull into a smile, pearly white teeth appearing in between, eyes fluttered shut. The waistband of his matching bottoms stretches easily enough, giving you a brief view of the dark underwear he’s got underneath. You let it snap back into place, relishing in the tiny gasp he gives. “You’re acting extra sweet for me today, aren’t you?” you smirk, running a palm over the bulge beneath his pants. His knuckles tighten dangerously against his armrests.

“I’m the same,” he chokes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you give his outline a teasing squeeze. “Just… lower please.”

His statement is followed with one hand on the back of your head, tentatively urging you closer to his stiff member just an inch. He’s so polite and shy tonight, cheeks tinted a nice rosy color as he looks away from your lewd expression practically salivating over the prize hidden beneath his clothes. His bottoms come down around his thighs, throbbing cock bouncing up to tap his stomach.

“Oooh,” you say appreciatively, taking him in your hand. Namjoon flinches, a groan catching in his throat as you trail your fingers over his cock. They end at the tip, swollen and red; you can’t help yourself as you duck down, kissing the tip softly. Namjoon full on shivers, hips bucking against your touch.

“Please, just... touch,” he begs, wiggling around underneath you.

You nod, pulling away to plant your hands against his hips. “Have to sit still for me, big boy,” you remind him, pushing down until his bottom glues itself firmly to the leather padding of his chair again. He does so with a huff. Clouded eyes meet yours, so beautifully framed by the blood that rushes to his face.

Despite calming him just moments before, the first kiss against his tip makes him squirm and buck like a wild stallion, your name falling from his lips like a mantra. Eventually he calms down, labored breath fanning across his chest as he watches you lower your mouth down around his cock. It twitches in your hand, one perfect pearl of cum oozing from the tip. It’s barely rolled down past his head when you strike, the tip of your tongue scooping it up quickly.

A little on the salty side, but it still makes you shudder. Above you, Namjoon isn't faring that well either. He groans, hands clenched over the armrest as he tries his best to be good for you. “More,” he says hoarsely, silver hair dangling over his eyes. It creates a curtain between you two, his beautiful expression hidden from your view.

You ease his cock down your mouth. It feels just as good as you remembered. Your knees ache from being on the ground, but you wouldn’t trade places with anyone in the world right now. An inaudible moan resonates from above you, his back going stiff the further down you swallow him. You could practically feel yourself drooling, excess saliva making his entrance into your mouth so much easier. You get about two thirds down before it becomes difficult, lips pulled taut around his swollen member. The tip is reaching dangerous territory now, nudging against the soft spot in the back of your throat.

You could gag, but that would only startle him away, make him worry about you. You don’t want that, not when he’s melting into his seat with every inch you swallow. So you push the discomfort away, focus on feeling the entirety of his cock in your mouth.

“Fuck,” he whines, shaking his silvery locks away from his eyes when he leans forward to look at you. You take extra care to bat your lashes up at him; he obviously likes the sight, his lower lip catching between his teeth for the umpteenth time that night.

When you finally surpass that initial discomfort, his cock wonderfully resting in your mouth and throat, everything becomes so much better. The drag against your lips feels almost heavenly, never mind the fact it would certainly leave the skin around there soft and tender tomorrow. It’s something you’re willing to overlook, running the flat length of your tongue against the underside of his cock to distract him.

You make one hand busy, reaching down to cup his balls. The skin is soft, but tight, like it’s taking everything in him not to bust right now. The other situates itself loosely against his hip, thumb drawing slow circles against the skin. He’s grown hotter since you’ve gotten here, like your own personal furnace.

He’s a good boy, through and through.

It had admittedly taken a while to tame his wildness; there had been a time where he would push your head down his cock the second your lips touched his mouth. Now, he fared pretty well against his own carnal instincts, blunt nails digging into the armrests in order to stop himself. Thanks to this, you’re able to pick up a comfortable pace against his cock, bobbing up and down between his thighs.

“M-More,” he pants, muscles trembling from the exertion it takes for him to hold himself back. “Please,” he throws in.

You appease him, letting go of his balls to grip the base of his cock. He hisses at the touch, hips unconsciously jumping. You hold him tight, squeezing his cock between your palm until his thighs are quivering too. The descent down his cock is easier too, no longer trying to swallow him up whole every time.

It only calms him for so long before that same plea is falling from his lips again. This time, you pull off completely, lazily jerking him off as you rest an elbow on his thigh, chin falling into your open palm as you analyze his figure. “Always need more,” you sigh, the slippery sound of your hand mingling with his little moans.

Namjoon’s jaw tightens, head falling forward until his chin touches his chest. “Would like to fuck now,” he seethes, his t-shirt growing damp at the collar from all the sweating he’s been doing.

“Is that so?” You smile. As you say this, you loosen your grip, letting your hand fall away much to his dismay. “Your clothes, Joon,” you explain, using his thighs as leverage to push yourself to your feet again. There’s creases on the skin over your knees, skin and joints tender from the position. That gets pushed to the back burner as you watch Namjoon finally fight his way out of his clothing, hands stuck in the sleeves of his zip-up.

“Off, off,” he huffs, eventually tugging it off all inside out. The shirt is next, neck hole stretched huge as he peels it away from his body.

You muffle a giggle behind your palm, placing a hand on his bare shoulder when he’s done. He’s looking at you with those same, desperate eyes, stealing your heart without even realizing. “Adorable,” you tease only to watch the blood crawl over his ears and down his neck. You throw a leg over him, his thigh pressing against yours. Before you can mount him you’re tugging off the thin jacket you’d worn that day, pawing it off until only the thin barrier of your dress is between the two of you.

With both knees pressed to either side of him, you finally show him what he wants to see. The sundress you’d worn that day makes everything so accessible. The flimsy material stretches over your ass, sits pretty around your waist to reveal your sheer panties. The sight makes Namjoon groan, eyes downcast as he fights to see your pussy. You return his gaze with a hand against his jaw. “Look at me, sweetheart,” you murmur, looping your hands around his head, finding their place on the nape of his neck first. Your fingers instinctively run through his locks, drawing an airy gasp from him.

“Yes,” he breathes, lower lip brushing against yours from such close proximity. You smile down at him, easing your core down on him. His cock pressed against your clothed panties, leaving a wet trail against the exterior side of them.

He fits snugly between your folds, hesitant hands resting at your hips like he wants to grind you down but knows better than to attempt such a bold move. You reward his behavior with a faint kiss against his cheek. “Good boy, Joonie,” you praise, barely containing your own gasp as you wiggle over his cock. “Being so nice for me today,” you sigh, grinding down against him.

Namjoon shivers, cock throbbing against your soiled panties. “Always good for you,” he groans, a trail of sweat running down from his hairline.

Another kiss is pressed against his face, this time against his cheekbone as you begin grinding back and forth. “That’s right,” you confirm, hugging him tight to your chest, until his face is practically buried between your breasts. “Even on your birthday,” you sigh, stretching a hand behind you to tug your panties to the side. The first glide of his cock against your folds has him bucking against you, a choked gasp escaping both your lips.

“I-Yes,” he cries, hands wrapped tight around you.

You bite down a whimper, his length running over every inch of your folds. It makes your toes curl when he stimulates your clit. Your attention had been solely on making him feel good tonight, that the barest amounts of pleasure to your own body was enough to make you shake. “Tell me,” you pant, moving back to grab him by the shoulders as you run against his length. “What you would do if you weren’t my good boy.”

Namjoon cries at your sudden pace, head lolling back as he fights every instinct in his body telling him to just fuck right into your inviting heat. “Can’t,” he sobs, eyes squeezed shut.

“Joon,” you growl, snapping your hips forward roughly. “Tell me.”

He shakes his head with another whimper, thigh muscles jolting beneath you. It makes you shift forward, clit running hard along his cock. “No, you’ll—“ he wheezes, fingers digging deep into your sides now. “You’ll… think I’m bad. Dirty.”

You lean forward, shove your tongue into his mouth with no warning. He moans, letting you push his tongue around until yours is halfway down his throat, licking and slurping every inch of him you can reach. You yank his head back by the hair, catching those watery eyes. “Tell me all your dirty thoughts,” you croon, lips trailing down his jaw. “Tell me them and maybe we’ll make them come true.”

Namjoon moans. “You,” he hesitates. While he does that, you reach down to align his cock with your hole, throbbing to be filled. His tip brushes along the tightened lips surrounding your entrance, reducing him to a stuttering mess. “You tell me I’m dirty,” he cries, “dirty and messy, and-and you make me beg for forgiveness just to cum, s-sometimes you don’t like it and make me d-do it again,” he babbles. “I-if you’re feeling mean y-you just edge me. Until I cry.”

You sink down on his cock, your shared arousal making the glide slippery and so wet. It’s almost too easy how he fits inside of you, your back arching as the head of his cock runs deliciously against your walls. The sensation of your cunt wrapped tightly around his cock has him gasping for air.

“Until you cry?” You repeat through clenched teeth. “Like you are now?”

Namjoon trembles, hips and thighs twitching every few minutes. He nods his head, but he’s become overwhelmed by his thoughts and your touches, so the movement ends up looking more dazed. There’s a couple tears that escaped and painted pretty trails down his cheeks, one catching on the corner of that pout of his. The rest pool in the corner of his eyes, glassy just like his sweat-soaked skin.

“Happy birthday,” you mumble, brushing his hair away from his face to press a kiss against his forehead. Namjoon groans. “Fuck me, baby,” you purr, wrapping your hands around his neck again. “You deserve it.”

Namjoon lets out a loud cry at your permission, hands tightening around your hips. He wastes no time, bucking into you like a wild animal that’s desperate to cum. You don’t blame him; he’d been close to cumming down your throat, and recounting his demeaning fantasies while stuffed deep inside you certainly didn’t help.

You let him jostle you to and fro, dick slipping in and out of your pussy with an unreal amount of force. He was grunting all kinds of sounds against your shoulder, biting down on the skin like it would calm him. It doesn’t, and you already know there will be a big bruise to attend to tomorrow.

With every thrust, the head of his cock rubs against that sensitive spot in your pussy, back arching at the angle he pushes in at. It makes every hair on your body stand, the animalistic sounds he’s releasing reaching deep into your core.

It’s a brief reminder of what this man was truly capable of, buff arms and thick thighs lifting you around like you’re nothing. He could so easily take you over in the bedroom, push you down and ram himself inside until you cried. But it’s the other way around, and he likes it that way.

Well, you liked it that way too, especially if it meant having this big strong man so pliant under your touch.

“Fuck,” you moan, holding the back of his head closer to where he’s seemingly set on bruising your entire shoulder. “Just like that.”

Your walls clench around his length, squeezing him so tight that it becomes difficult for him to move. A wail catches in his throat, his body beginning to burn out from the initial burst of energy he’d received when you gave him the go ahead. “I-I,” he pants, weakly and unevenly bucking into you. You know he’s close from the cute wavering of his speech, his usual eloquent speaking style reduced to a stuttering mess. You take pity on him, gearing your muscles up again to see him to completion.

It doesn’t take long. A few slow rolls of your hips later and he’s spasming beneath you, your name rolling off his tongue in a series of soft whimpers. He continues groaning even afterwards, hands falling limply to his sides as you finish yourself off.

The thing about this big strong body was that it burned out extremely fast, his head rolling back to give you a clear view of his fucked out features. He was tired, absolutely drained from your little moment, and such was exhibited on his lax frame. Your orgasm rolls around right after, stomach clenching. Despite the shock of pleasure that swallows you up, you can’t help the endeared smile that takes over your features at the sight beneath you as you cum.

“So proud of you,” you murmur afterwards, cupping his face in your hands to deliver a brigade of kisses against his skin. He groans in faux annoyance, letting you turn him this way and that as you shower him in affection. “My baby did so well today.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he huffs, though the ghost of a smile tugs at his lips. “What’s there to eat?”

You snort, pushing yourself off of him. You wiggle your panties and dress back into place, tossing him his discarded shirt as you make toward the noodles. They’ve probably gone cold by now, neglected in favor of fucking like two bunnies in heat. Still, you give them a poke. Just as you’d predicted, they’re way too cold to be edible, a fact which greatly saddens Namjoon.

You weren’t having any of that, especially not on his birthday (it was 12:49 now, but technically, it’s still his birthday until he goes to sleep), which is why you make him pack everything up right away. “I’ll heat them up at my place,” you assure him, patting his bum as he whines at the sudden relocation. He’s tugging his zip-up on, the collar tugged all the way up for him to hide the lower half of his face behind.

It doesn’t stop you from pressing a kiss over where you know his mouth is.

“Come on,” you grin, waiting for him to lock up his studio. He falls into step beside you, grudgingly throwing a hand around your shoulders. You beam up at him, leaning onto your toes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll make you cry at my place,” you promise, relishing in the dark flush that floods the apples of his cheeks.

Copyright © July 2020, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

[thekadster]

cliquetober day 27: gravestone (a twenty one pilots drabble)

Fandom: Twenty One Pilots

Word Count: 531

Trigger Warnings: None!

Author’s Notes: hOOOO BOY have I been excited for this one

More spooky writing for the spooky season >:D

(a.k.a. Josh experiences the paranormal part 2)

❝ Josh got lost in DEMA, but fortunately, he had a map.

Unfortunately, he had to pass by the necropolis. ❞

also read it on ao3!

It was hard to lose your way in DEMA.

A lot of buildings had similar materials and designs, but only the newer citizens ever got lost. It was confusing at first, but it wouldn’t take long until they would familiarize themselves with the city. Each district was more or less a carbon copy of the next. The only exception was the underground tunnel system, but since it was restricted, the public never had to worry about it.

Josh would’ve rather had the tunnels.

It wasn’t the first time he snuck through the streets of DEMA, but it had been ages since he last did it alone. Regret followed him like a shadow; one wrong turn and he got separated from the group of Banditos. So much for an easy in-and-out rescue operation.

The city was even more silent than it was during the day, the slightest sounds seeming to echo off the walls. Josh kept to the shadows and tried to blend in as best he could. There weren’t many guards keeping watch at this hour, but he still felt like the windows themselves were staring at him. He was certain there would be talk of a man dressed in yellow the following morning.

Fortunately, he always had a map just in case things went awry. It was marked with the nearest entrances to the tunnels, and from there, he would be able to safely slip past the city walls.

Unfortunately, he had to pass by the necropolis.

It was his least favorite part of the city. The name could be used to describe the entirety of DEMA itself. Deafening silence hung heavier in the air here than anywhere else. Every citizen, if they didn’t make it out, would eventually be reduced to a box in the ground and a neon light. The lights were cold, uninspired, blinding but devoid of life. They were the cruelest parody of any commemoration for the deceased he’d ever seen – if “commemoration” was even the right word.

No guards patrolled this area, so he could easily walk past and go underground.

But as soon as he approached the entrance, he stopped.

His eyes caught two silhouettes standing among the graves. He squinted; no one was allowed here except if someone were to be buried.

One of the figures turned around, and Josh froze.

Even from a distance, its yellow eyes pierced through him and nailed his feet to the ground. He’d only ever heard of what the Bishops did to the Glorious Gones, but he thought they were nothing more than myth. He remembered it from his childhood nightmares, stories about bloody rituals and antlers.

But stranger yet were the figures’ features. They were gently traced by the neon; the one staring him down had Sunday clothes stained by the dirt and dust, and the other one wore a deep red robe. The glow of the gravestones cast shadows on their faces, indifferent as the concrete walls.

Josh thought the city was driving him crazy, but he swore he knew who was standing with the Bishop. Though it had been ages since he last saw him, he would recognize their leader anywhere.

It was Clancy.

[serpenteve]

Lmfao paste magazine did their best shows of 2021 so far and shadow and bone is number 5, I agree with a lot of their opinions usually and frankly the show was pretty decent if you don't think about its logic for more than 20 seconds and it was quite entertaining but top 5 of 2021 material? I highly disagree, the fantasy world which is a big draw and it's political landscape is just window dressing without any actual depth, the plot contrivances are too many to count, the illogical character decisions, the half baked main character ( how is it that she gets the most screentime but is the least developed out of the main characters, why do the crows feel more real and complex than her), the fact that your main female character in your show that revolves around her is so devoid of any depth or growth is a crime in itself. The show has so many problems but I feel like since we barely get any decent high fantasy shows, there were none before GOT and there still aren't more than 5 that have already come out, so people tend to overlook a lot of flaws, also they hilariously did an article about things to improve in S2 and one of them was the villain... Um, that dude was literally the most complex character in S1, the one who's backstory we got, the one whose decisions made sense for the actual goal he's trying to accomplish. I am a simp for female characters and it is so rare for me to latch onto a male one in my shows and I really wanted to love Alina but I felt like they put zero thought into who she is a person and she is instead defined by her relationships and what she represents to the male characters and the world as a whole, I feel like it she was a really strong lamp that was thought to be lost and then found and then someone stole her nothing would change? Like who is this woman? What are her dreams and motives and wants and needs and dislikes, what drives her, what scares her, how does she feel as a part of an oppressed group etc. Having your female character say a generic fake feminist line that makes no sense does not make a well written female character, they should honestly take a look at some other shows although there is still a severe lack in female rep especially poc and LGBTQIA women, there are some shows that are doing it so well and so effortlessly it makes everything else look tragic not just with one female character but with multiple, my favorite example is the expanse which has by s3, 4 main female characters all of them women of color, all of them interesting and vital to the story, one is a savvy political leader that does whatever is necessary but is also a grandmother who says fuck 50 Times a day, one is an extremely talented soldier that goes through an amazing character arc, one is a genius engineer that's part of the oppressed class in this world and she wants better for her people, another one from the same class is a badass second in command that also goes through amazing character development and she's queer, and almost every other important woman in this universe is a poc, mechanics, political rivals, leaders of social unrest, the only important white woman that was there for a season was a gay spiritual leader, like..... Not everything is perfect but I have never seen this level of diversity in a show and it's done so so well, like these women are almost all in my top list of favorite characters every one of them could lead a show on her own and then some. Here are a couple of articles about them if you're interested https://filmschoolrejects(dot)com/the-women-of-the-expanse/?amp and https://marvelousgeeksmedia(dot)com/2021/03/06/womens-history-month-celebrating-the-women-of-the-expanse/?amp. I'm so sorry idk how this turned into an expanse recommendation post 😂, I just see all of us desperate for some well written female characters as I watch sab butcher their most important one and I'm like... Eric and leigh should be forced to watch this before they write another word.

I really wanted to love Alina but I felt like they put zero thought into who she is a person and she is instead defined by her relationships and what she represents to the male characters and the world as a whole

It still surprises me when people watching the show say that Alina is a generic and ill-defined protagonist because she was about 100 times worse in the book 😂Like, it was only watching Jessie's performance that finally breathed some life into that character for me, to be honest. But everything else you've mentioned here 100% tracks with the source material.

Like, arguably the reason Alina gets shipped with literally everyone and gets accused to being a self-insert for fans is because she is so generically written. If I didn't know any better, I would have assumed Bardugo intentionally wrote her this way to let fans step into her shoes and give her the largest appeal. Instead, we are left with a character that is incredibly passive. If you thought show!Alina was passive, hoooo boy, book!Alina is barely even a character, especially in the first book. The only thing Alina wants out of life is for Mal to love her and for them both to disappear from the plot---which, considering the conflict Bardugo has put her in, makes her highly unsympathetic and a frustrating protagonist to watch.

I saw the first season of the Expanse which is saying a lot because I pretty much *always* ditch TV shows ☠️I low-key hated Holden because he was such a generic White Man Protagonist™ but the other characters were infinitely more compelling (Chrisjen my beloved)!

[sketch--booked]

It's 6am, I just woke up from another dream--

--about Echo returning.

And it's another island adventure dream but FAR MORE OOOHHH OKAY THAN OWWIE OH NO. It had the same energy as Nya trying to figure out who Samurai X was. And Echo was not a villain this time.

Actually the dream had the S14 guy as the villain, the one with the mask, spoilers.

It started with a fight between masked man, who's name I neglect to remember, and the ninja. They barely even get a chance to fight him before someone in a hodded cape swoops in and kicks him clean off his thone/podeum. They guy lands poorly and his leg gets messed up but continues fighting while the ninja just s t a r e at them.

The ninja only make a real reaction when they see the mystery man use the element of wind, and they're all utterly bewildered.

The mystery man can't hold them all off and is knocked far into the forest, presumably dead considering how far he went, and the rest of the ninja are separated into groups (Kai and Cole, Nya and Zane, Jay and Lloyd with Wu and Misako).

It followed Kai and Cole mostly, just discussing the possibility of two elemental masters of wind (they recalled Krux and Acronix) and that this guy could be dangerous. While they're talking, they bump into the motionless body of that cloaked person and Kai literally nearly pukes. Cole manages to get close to the guy and with prompting from Kai, pulls back the hood to see, not a man, but a nindroid! And a nindroid that looked eerily like Zane.

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That's when it cut to Lloyd and Jay, they're talking with Wu and Misako about the mystery man, and this is where Wu info dumps that, after an elemental master passes without any heirs, the elements will take an unknown amount of time to present itself in a new host. It depends on that persons destiny and whether or not they're fit to use it and yada yada.

Lloyd understands that this would mean morro would no longer be the elemental master of wind, since after the DotD, he legit died and is gone for good. Which resulted in the element passing on. Wu comments that this is the fastest he'd seen an element passing on and presenting itself, and says that whoever this person is, must have been picked for a very good reason.

Jay then starts making a ridiculous list of people that he thinks could be the new master of wind, despite Wu telling him the probability of Jay knowing this master, is near impossible (Jay gets a kick outta this r e a l soon).

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Then we hop back to Cole and Kai, who are freaking out over the rusty version of their friend who somehow has elemental powers too??

Kai says they should leave him here, saying it could be an evil nindroid, since they were also based off of Zane's prints. Cole argues and says they should take him back for questioning, and that Cole would be very happy to carry him.

While they're arguing, the fake Zane starts to wake up, and in a comedic way, screams at Cole and Kai, who in turn also start screaming. The mystery nindroid awkwardly chuckles and remarks that this was not particularly how he wanted to introduce himself, but anything works...

Kai and Cole begin questioning him and he answers their questions, starting with his name, telling them his name was Zane, but upon seeing their reactions, he says they can call him Echo.

Echo tells them they need to get into shelter, since at night, the island becomes unbearable and deadly. Kai and Cole reluctantly follow, continuing to ask questions while the three of them walk away, Echo limping from his earlier fight.

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"Why are you on a random island?" Kai asked

"My raft washed up in a lightning storm." Echo replied.

"So did Julien build you too?" Cole continued.

"Yes, I would reluctantly say he is, in essence, my Father"

"Reluctantly?"

Echo did not answer.

Cole broke the silence "Where did you come from?"

"There is a lighthouse, in the-"

"-middle of the ocean between ninjago and the dark islands. You were there?" Kai interrupts.

"You know of the lighthouse? You were there?" Echo wondered "How come you did not know of my presence?"

"Your father never said anything, neither did Zane." Cole answered his question, giving the earth ninja even more of his own.

"Oh, no. My brother would not know of me, I was built in the lighthouse, not--wherever he was built" Echo confirmed "How did you get past the leviathan?"

"Zane swam to the chains and broke them with those star thingys" kai shivered, recalling those star shaped demons--

"Oh, you mean the Starteeth!" Echo begins laughing lightly "You know, one time, a bunch of them washed up and ate through the window in the basement. The basement was flodded and made me all rusty. I couldn't move for a week!" He walked slightly ahead while laughing hard.

He suddenly stopped laughing and looked serious "Looking back on it now, it was probably not funny."

Kai and Cole shared a look before Cole jumped up, realising something, and whispered close to Kai.

"Hold on a second, we completely forgot about his powers!"

"Oohhh, you're right! Hold on, I'll ask 'em."

Cole was going to pull him back to explain how shouldn't just--ask--but Kai had already begun running to catch up.

"So how did you end up an elemental master?"

"An ele-mento-who-what?" Echo fumbled his words.

"An elemental master? Y'know, with the crazy wind powers."

Cole was ready to punch Kai out, the man couldn't be subtle to save his life, which it just might right now.

"Oh! Honestly, Red, I have no idea." Echo had called Kai, Red, as the other two masters had not given their names. "I just remember the lighthouse getting nearly blown into the sea after weeks of strong winds. I had not realised the strong winds were the cause of my emotions. It was--new and scary. Gizmo was there to help me."

"The little cleaning robot? You brought that little guy with you too?" Cole caught up with Kai and the second wind master.

"Of course, he is my only friend! I would not abandon him the way I was. That is too cruel of a punishment for any being, organic or metallic." Echo yelled, a breeze shook the trees. Cole stayed quiet, but silently apologised to the nindroid.

Their questions were ended as they came across a half-cave-half-hut-like shelter. Where the settled and only prayed for their respective brothers.

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There was a lot more small talk in the dream but I cut it down to the funnier and more important parts.

The next bits of the dream is fuzzy, but I know it revolves around the ninja reuniting and accepting the mystery person into their group while they defeat the evil and escape the island.

Kai and Cole agree to Echo's pleas to not tell Zane for the time being, as he doesn't want Zane to see his brother for the first time looking like--how he looks.

Each of them get some interactions with Echo, with his identity hidden, remaining mute as to not throw them off with his voice. He even has an interaction with Zane where Zane politely asks Echo not to keep staring at him, as he's been doing that since they came together. Zane pegs his curiosity to "he's never seen a nindroid before" and Echo confirms that for him. (unknowing the truuuuth aaaaa)

I'll write Jay's interaction with Echo another time maybe, and how he figures it out, since hoooo boy it hurt. Echo didn't remember Skybound so Jay's just mentally torturing himself for the rest of the journey.

The ninja that find out its Echo is Nya, Jay, Cole and Kai.

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I'm gonna jump to the end, because my dream also jumped to the end? Rip. But the end what what gave me the Nya and new Samurai X vibes, but less fighting and more chill chat.

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He was on a real boat. Not a makeshift raft constructed out of his father's old bed, table, chairs and shelves, not pushed forward by his newly explained "elemental powers". A real boat, one that would take him away from tiny islands that kept him prisoner, away from the existential dread of loneliness. He'd be free. Free from fearing his last day would be solitary and sad. In one day alone, he'd made a literal boat load of friends. They wouldn't abandon him, not as his father once did.

He was happy, he felt really, truly happy. But he didn't smile. Yes he had friends, but what he wanted more than anything else, was his brother. He was right here on the boat, but Echo's own worries about how his brother would perceive him, how his brother would react to seeing him in such a state (Upon first meeting too! Talk about first impressions), persuaded him to otherwise say nothing.

Deep down, Echo knew he had nothing to fear, he'd heard stories from his father, before he'd locked him away, about Zane and about what it was like--just the two of them. Happy. And from what Echo had seen, Zane was more that strong. Not just physically, nindroid and all, but mentally and emotionally. Echo only wished he had that confidence, the ability to say nothing but be so loud at the same time.

It would make talking to him a lot easier, if he had to say so himself.

Echo, however, had his thoughts interrupted by the sound of footsteps he hadn't even registered, and a soft, yet firm, hand on his shoulder. He tensed just slightly, preparing himself to pull his hood down further.

"It's nice, is it not?" That voice, it was Echo's voice. No, Echo had his voice. His brother was standing right next to him. So close and yet so far, just one swipe of his hood would bring them together, finally. But he resigned himself to simply nod in response. He hadn't come this far to give up now.

A comfortable silence covered the two like a thin layer of snow, fitting considering who was standing next to him. It would almost make him laugh.

"You fought well, out there," Zane started, Echo had thought he was done and nodded again, a small smile forming on his face. Zane may not have known who he was complimenting, but Echo took every moment of it with pride. But then his world span at Zane's continuation.

"For a nindroid."

Zane looked down with a small smirk. Like he'd told the best joke in history. Echo tightened his grip on the wooden railing of the bounty, crushing the paint under his permanently short nails. Zane must've noticed, but didn't say anything. Either in respect for his privacy or because he wanted to hear the confession himself.

In Echo's mind, he was obviously panicking. He didn't want his brother, someone who he'd heard stories from his father, the bot he was built off of, his singular role-model, to find out who he was, like this?

Despite the fear in his ticking heart, he did something probably really stupid and something that would likely result in his downfall. He thanked him.

"Thank you... How- how did you know?" Though, he lowered the pitch oh his voice. It would not be difficult for Zane, or anyone really, to rase the pitch and find out who he was, it still calmed him down just a bit.

"A nindroid knows a nindroid. A brother knows a brother."

Oh I'm f*ucked...

There was only panic, in his systems. The ticking of his clockwork had never sounded louder in his ears. It'd drowned out the sounds of water, the automatic breathing he for some reason had, the cracking of wood underneath his palms was the only sign that ticking was not the lone sound in the world.

He fell out of his anxious trance when the hand left his shoulder and those footsteps came back. No. They were moving away. Echo looked back, moving his fingers to clutch his hood tight against the unintentional winds that now followed him and his emotions. He could see Zane walking towards the steps of the bounty, but halted at the top of them, his hand instead lazily laying on the banister.

"Don't worry, I won't tell them-" He called, just loud enough for Echo to hear over the breeze.

-about what? That he knows who I am? That he'd practically lied to them? That he knew everything all along, because of course he knew, this was Zane, how could he not know, he-

"-Cryptor."

Echo ceased all thoughts from his head. Cryptor? What was that? Was that some kind of fruit? Or a vegetable?

Echo turned his body in the direction of his brother to ask him or at least say goodbye, but he was gone. He'd walked off and down the stairs. Leaving behind not so much as a sheet of frost.

The clockwork child stayed standing there, pure surprise, fear, relief, confusion--actually a lof of emotions he didn't know how to process--flooding his brain. If it weren't for the distant voice of Nya yelling about the sudden gusts of wind changing their direction, he would likely not have moved from that position until they landed.

Cryptor. He thought, it must be a nickname. There was no way he couldn't have figured out Echo was his sibling. He'd said, "a brother knows a brother", they didn't have any other siblings. Right? No. It was just them, just the two of them. The only two nindroids in Ninjago.

His father had said so himself. Although, his father had also buried him under scrap metal and kept him hidden from his family.

Anything could be truth now.

Although Zane had left, and there was no one to hear him, he still felt it necessary to acknowledge what happened. Quietly and sadly, he spoke with a smile.

"Good guess, brother."

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SO Uhh I'm gonna assume this was because i watched DotD last night,,, and so both Cryptor, and Morro were on my brain hense wind and Cryptor calling Zane "brother", but I always have Echo on the brain man,,, so uhh. Echo for the new master of wind? Anyone? I think it's cute,,,

I probably missed something, other than writing Jay and Echo's interaction, Jay was so sad throughout the rest of the dream, man. And Echo didn't even know why, it was heartbreaking---but it was also a dream and like all my dreams, they never get made into real things.

But I did like the Zane and Echo bit at the end though. There was a second ending, but it relied on the reveal of echo to the audience at the e n d of the dream. Zane still says Cryptor and Echo turns with the camera getting close to him. And as he turns his head to the camera, you see its Echo and then he says "good guess, brother" BUT NGL I THINK IT HURS MORE WHEN WE KNOW FROM THE BEGINNING SOOO.

My dreams are whack dudes,,,

Also this took nearly 3 hours to write its actually 8:50 now Soooo ilya

[summonerscenarios]

Just because I think it'd be funny, how do you think Gabriel, Bathym, and Hakumen (while hanging with Mc)would react to someone asking for an autograth, and assume they're asking for their autograth, only for the person to pull away with a look of absoluts confusion, and clarify that they want Mc's autograph

Hoooo boy this one is going to be a doozy lmao. I can feel the second hand embarrassment of this situation the whole time I wrote this~

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Gabriel

Spending time with Gabriel in public often means that the two of you get accosted by fans all the time. She’s a well known face in Tokyo as both a lovable idol and overall pop-angel sensation, so running into people begging for autographs, pictures or otherwise is par from the course when it comes to being her friend. Which is exactly why, when the two of you spend a day out shopping together, you’re fully expecting someone to recognize the angel at any moment and swoop in vying for Gabriel’s attention in one way or another. 

The two of you had ducked into a clothing store to take a look through some of the items that had caught your eye as you’d walked past, and you were busying yourself viewing the displays as you listened to Gabriel excitedly chatter away when you felt a hand tap your shoulder. Turning to your left, you come face to face with someone you’ve never seen before - they’re bouncing on the balls of their feet and they flash you such an excitable smile that you’d think they’d just won the lottery if they weren’t looking directly at you. Gabriel notices them as well, as she peeks over your shoulder upon noticing you’ve gone quiet and smiles when she sees them talking to you. This person’s all too eager to pull out a small book and a pen, practically brimming with energy as they ask for an autograph - at that you make a noise of realization, immediately assuming that this must be one of Gabriel’s fans, so you excuse yourself and step out of the way so as to not get in the way of their request. Gabriel must have the same idea, as she steps forward to take over and asks about the autograph - she’s used to signing them all the time so she settles into the welcoming professional with ease and you expect it to go off without a hitch.

 But then the fan proceeds to look right past Gabriel and over to you, holding up the book and pen and once the confusion wears off you’re taken aback when you realize that they’re actually asking you. It’s easy to see the shock on Gabriel’s face when they dart past her and over to you, and when you shoot her a nervous look, a lot less used to this than she it, you catch her expression startled expression and she lets a pout cross over her face for but a few moments. Even caught off guard, you still take the time to give them your autograph, listening to the fan excitedly ramble about how much they look up to you and how amazing you are as you do so. It’s enough to fluster you a little at being confronted with a barrage of praise from someone who views you so highly, but you’re still incredibly confused on why they would come to you - you’re so used to fans swarming Gabriel, so having a fan of your own and having the tables turned is a weird thought to wrap your head around. The interaction is brief, and you wish them well as they scamper off, brimming with joy and clutching their newly signed book close to their chest as they practically skip away,

You’re still trying to wrap your head over what just happened when you notice Gabriel watching the fan walk away she’s got a perplexed look on her face, brows furrowed in an expression unusually serious for the usually chipper idol. She’s not used to being passed over, especially when it comes to all things fan-based, so you can tell she’s still somewhat baffled, but when you call out her name she brightens up and spins back around to face you, smile on her face as she approaches you and links arms with you. She settles close up against your side, close enough that you’re pretty sure Hati would keel over on the spot if he saw you two, and she comments on how that was fun. You don’t think she’s jealous, but you can tell that the situation made her a bit embarrassed, so when she pulls you along to continue shopping and forget the whole thing you humor her and follow along letting her lead you.

Bathym

Bathym’s got quite the reputation both inside and outside of the Berserker’s guild, and he does his best to cultivate his growing fanbase, thriving off of the the people who adore him and vy for his attention and making no show of hiding that fact. Most of his fans swarm him after tournaments or just outside of the Colosseum, though most of them are usually handled by Andvari since he’s in charge of Bathym’s branding and merchandise. You’ve seen the occasional fan manage to find him and beg for pictures of autographs, so when you spot one hanging around while the two of you are out you don’t really bat an eye at the fact.

The two of you spot the fan approaching, they’ve been skirting around for a little while, clearly nervous about coming over but they seem to have plucked up the courage to come forward. Bathym flashes you a knowing grin and stands up, smoothing out his tail and perfecting his pose before he swaggers over to greet them, and you can already hear the sweet talk he’s gonna butter them up with before it even leaves his mouth as you watch it all unfold. You expect them to stop since he’s approaching them instead, but then they nervously duck right past him and continue walking straight towards you, and you immediately straighten up. Bathym looks flabbergasted when he turns back to you, the first time you’ve seen him genuinely astonished in a while, and you’re sure you look just as surprised when this fan shuffles nervously up to you and hesitantly asks if it’s okay to get an autograph from you, face red as they wait your response. The moment you hear they’re your fan, you just about fall out of your seat, scrambling to balance yourself if you ask if they’re serious.

When they say they are, and offer you a pen to sign you try to mask your surprise and give them a smile, asking them to take a seat next to you while you signed - it was mostly because having someone hovering over you expectantly felt a bit weird, but they seem to calm down having somewhere to sit, apparently relieved that you’re so welcoming as soon enough they’re talking all about how much they admire what you do, and how cool you are while you write out a small message for them. Soon enough you’ve got everything signed and handed back to them, watching their eyes light up as they spring from their seat and thank you profusely, nervousness turned to happiness by the time you’ve got them sent on their way.

 Not even a moment after they’ve left Bathym hums as he approaches, shaking his head as he slides into the now vacant seat beside you and slings an arm across your shoulder. He pouts and comments how it makes sense that such a cute master is going to have fans, soon enough you’ll have a whole fanclub if you really wanted! Then, Bathym flashes you a grin as he adds that it looks like he’s gonna have to keep an eye out for competition from now on, after all, he can’t just let anybody come in and sweep you out from under him~! When you try to wave off his concerns and playfully swat him away he makes a show of feigning hurt though he insists that it’s true~! You just don’t realize it yet. It’s hard to tell if he’s telling the truth, or even how he feels about the whole thing, but that look on his face when that fan first approached you makes you feel as though Bathym was maybe a little envious - then again, it’s hard to tell when it comes to the usually eccentric demon.

Hakumen

Roppongi’s full of people of power, so it makes sense that its hierarchy is governed by such - whether it’s status, wealth or both, the more you have of it, the better. And with Hakumen being at the metaphorical top of the pecking order with the other major Tycoons, catching the eyes of the masses and bringing in the attention of all lucky enough to be in her presence is all par for the course. And by default, that means you often around when these interactions occur, so you’ve seen your fair share of people swarming the fox looking to get into her good books or at least earn some of her favor - it;s both entertaining and a little embarrassing to watch, but Hakumen handles them all well enough, and if she’s not interested in interacting them there’s always plenty of security to usher those ‘fans’ away soon enough.

You’d been invited to the casino, having been seemingly dragged along to view some new addition to the already impressively intimidating building to see how well it will fit, and you’d spent the majority of that time flitting about the pace. You’d exchanged words and shook hands with more unfamiliar faces than you’d like to be around, and you were relieved when Hakumen had shown up in a flurry of pride and energy, turning every eye in her direction. Almost every eye, anyway. You feel better no longer being on your own around unfamiliar faces, and you could see that your attachment to her at the moment clearly stroked her ego as she seemed keen to lead you around, mingling amongst guild members and discussing plans regarding the casino’s build. Most of it went over your head, so you eventually trailed behind to chat with Xolotl who kept watch as his mistress moved around, exchanging pleasantries right up until you caught someone moving out of the corner of your eye.

It was someone you’d never seen before, a guest maybe, and they were approaching Hakumen who stood in front of you so quickly that you were pretty sure that they were going right for her, excitedly yelling something about an autograph as they approached. As the fan got closer, Xolotl made a move to slow them down, but Hakumen, likely wanting to show off, waved him off with a hand and spun around, fully preparing for a slew of praises and things to sign. You’d stepped back a bit to let this all unfold, turning your attention to elsewhere in the casino while you waited for her to finish up, but upon hearing a surprised yelp from Hakumen’s bodyguard your attention abruptly snaps back to the current moment, just in time to nearly get knocked right off of your feet by that very same fan. Amongst their babbling as they cling to your arm you make out ‘autograph’, ‘please’ and ‘biggest fan’ and the pieces gradually begin clicking into place as you look up from the fan to see Hakumen, still frozen in the place she’d been before.

The expression on Hakumen’s face is priceless, you don’t think you’ve seen her quite so frazzled, jealousy practically bubbling under the surface of a facade you can clearly see through. Honestly seeing her like this is kind of amusing, though you don’t know whether it’s because you’ve got someone about five seconds away from jumping into your arms or because she isn’t the center of the fan’s attention. Xolotl looks worriedly between his mistress and you, and the two of you share a look that spells that this fan just hit a nerve without realizing it, so before anything else happens you calm the person down and pat yourself down looking for a pen. You’re fortunate enough to find one in your pocket, and make quick work of signing the autograph and letting them go, returning back to Hakumen’s side with a comment about how you don’t know how she deals with doing that every day. You’re playing into her pride hoping to change the subject, and it does the trick, however the moment you’re back by her side she’s got both hands on your shoulders for the remainder of the guests’ visit, shooting looks at the fan whenever the three of you cross paths and she thinks you aren’t looking.

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⁑ Haikyuu Headcanons based on my irrefutable scientific research ⁑

YO-HOOOO! It’s been a while (like 3 months hejfksd) but I felt like doing some shit-posting since that is my profession and sharing my late night HQ headcanon thots, a Christmas miracle amirite? 

{Contains some NSFW content}

Tanaka and Noya have a spotify playlist that serves the sole purpose of being blasted before practise to get them hyped up and it drives Daichi insane. It most definitely includes Big Time Rush on it. 

Sugawara loves going for early morning walks to watch the sunrise and it makes me so soft omg.

Daichi likes his coffee black, I’m talking bitter as hell.

Kageyama once as a kid tried to bite into a banana without peeling it and is now traumatised bc his whole family laughed at him, kinda has a grudge against bananas now.

Noya drinks too much Monster energy like dear god his kidneys are going to cry.

Hinata sits in the bathtub and sticks his feet out in front of him and watches as his toes curl and uncurl, amused much like a toddler would be lmao. He does this when he is thinking intensely too, like you cant see it but his toes are definitely furling and unfurling when he is contemplating something.

When Kuroo is having a bad day he’s the type to joke about it and laugh it off, remaining strong for the team but then goes home and sits in a dark room crying and listening to Frank Ocean. He also frequently has nightmares and if he has a partner he will wrap  his arms around them during the middle of the night for some security. Fuck the bad boy Kuroo trope he is such a secret softie.

Kenma has the cutest yawn, like everyone always goes so soft when they hear this bby cat boy let one out. It’s the equivalent of laying your head on a feathery pillow, it makes you so sleepy. It’s contagious. 

When Oikawa has a partner he always calls them after practise to whine dramatically about how his body aches, obviously expecting them to baby him. He’s a slut for shoulder rubs.

Tendou ironically joked about having a foot fetish for so long as a meme, but then actually sucked some toes for a joke and was like “ayo why my pp hard bruh” From that point on he realised it is most definitely not a joke. When memes transcend irony and become a reality.

Tsukishima has a long skinny dick that dangles like a fucking pendulum when he hops outta the shower. I don’t make the rules bruh. Yamaguchi is aware of this and sometimes says “Ahaaa it’s ya boy UhhhHHH--- skinny penis” when he walks into the room and Tsukki HATES him for it. 

Asahi owns a very cute scarf collection that screams coffee shop hipster, homie got style.

Kiyoko has incredible taste in music, a lot of soft beats with catchy melodies.

Yachi frequently questions her sexuality, and has most definitely taken one of those “what’s your sexuality?” quizzes on Uquiz mid-crisis lmaoo. 

Iwaizumi loves varsity jackets and looks incredible in them, he rocks the 90′s American high school style.

Temperature doesn’t affect Kageyama as much as the average person, though he greatly prefers cold weather to hot, his teammates question how he can run in like -5 temperatures in shorts, literal monster.

Daishou’s first time with Mika included him slipping over a pair of discarded socks on the way to the bed and Mika had to stifle a laugh in order to not fully kill the mood, she still brings it up offhandedly to this day and it kills him inside a little more each time.

Ushijima goes to bed at like 8-9pm and Tendou makes fun of him for it frequently.

Tanaka and Noya giggle at any mention of the numbers 69 and 420. The teacher once mentioned 69 in an equation and they started snickering like kids in the back of class. They often quote old vines and high-five anyone who understands the references.

Kageyama refuses to nut several days before a match as he is convinced it drains his stamina and boosts his concentration. The other teammates thought it was bizarre when they found out.