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everestgale · 23 hours ago
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You're lucky. What I would give to be able to forget—
[Drawing and design notes under the cut]
*cackles* Turns out, even putting just Hero through Moment of Clarity wasn't enough for Everest, they needed to make all of their voices suffer :]
This drawing was a very funny one because it just kept evolving until it got to what you see now! It was supposed to be a quick doodle where I send my human Hero to MoC... but then I wanted to add the other voices and give this drawing some nice lineart... and then I wanted to add flat colors to make sure each character is distinct from one another... and then I added light shading—
Despite how much it grew out of my control, and despite how much trouble it gave me composition and concept-wise, I'm quite happy with the final result. I'm glad I could at least play around and make some concepts for how my voices would change during the Moment of Clarity. Some were definitely on the simpler side, but others had quite a few neat details! If you're curious to read my thoughts on that, well, there we go!
Stubborn: definitely one of the simpler ones, though both of his Adversary-borrowed horns are snapped, almost symbolizing his usual will to fight depleting almost completely. He also has a bunch of bruise/dust marks all over him, as though he just came out of a fight.
Broken: I went with the obvious one and gave him a bunch of cracks for how shattered he is. But I also made his ears longer (which is the case for all of my voices that have "loose"/hair-like feathers - which are Hero, Smitten, and Broken)... and also he has a suspicious scar on his neck—
Cold: he is the voice that has the least "damage" on him, only really having some missing/messy bang feathers. He does, however, seem even colder than usual, insisting that all other voices are too soft, and they need to be numb and unfeeling... what's a better way to represent that than to literally have him covered in light icy texture?
Paranoid: my poor Paranoid always, always wears gloves when he can, it's a headcanon of mine that he feels extremely uncomfortable and anxious without them. And, uh, he is not wearing any in this drawing. Also just like the Hero in this and previous MoC drawings, he does not have any claws on his hands. His claws are gone :]
Skeptic: he was a difficult one for sure, I couldn't quite figure out how to represent his damage and distress. I ended up breaking a link on his neck shackle (which is barely noticeable), breaking his spiky collar feathers (which is barely noticeable), and adding a light "unraveling" texture (which is, again, barely noticeable). He does look very uncertain and confused, though, so at least I got that right!
Smitten: Smitten borrowed some of the elements from his HEA design, mainly the straightened hair and fallen-out curls. But to differentiate between the two designs, I also added a crack along the center of Smitten's face, like the one you might see on a broken heart :]
Opportunist: Opportunist actually doesn't seem to be doing too horribly during MoC (at least if you compare him to some of the other voices), which is why his design isn't as damaged as some of the other ones. He is tattered and messy, sure, but not completely destroyed like some of the other voices, though I did make sure to give him a very wide-eyed... half-scared, half-empathetic expression, I guess.
Hunted: while his quote "Kill or be killed" was taken out during one of the updates, I really wanted to include it in the drawing because I think it characterizes Hunted during this route very well. That's why his primary damage is blood splatters, from numerous and numerous and numerous deaths.
Cheated: he was fairly simple to do because his default design is already cut up and stitched together. All I needed to do was to add a few more gaping wounds and unravel his stitches. That's why his right ear is missing, too!
Contrarian: similar to Cheated, Contrarian also just got a feature of his regular design—cracks—greatly exaggerated. Contrarian really didn't seem to be doing well during MoC, which is why I went all out on his cracks. Couldn't let him open his eyes, or drop his "smiley" expression completely, but you hopefully can tell that he is barely hanging in there.
Hero: oh, Hero, my sweet, sweet boy Hero. I already talked about his MoC design in a previous post—broken visor feathers to represent his destroyed nature as a "hero" and missing claws—and his long, very unkempt feathers represent the passage of time (how long they've been stuck in there) and almost unraveling (how badly has Hero been damaged by whatever they all experienced in the lead up to Moment of Clarity).
...should be all I wanted to ramble about! Hope you all like this drawing as much as I enjoyed making it :]
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gloomyluvr · 2 days ago
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TANS AND WHORES (just one and his name's rafe)
in which rafe plans a last minute beach day
fem!reader x rafe cameron
fluff
warnings!: playful whore and slut shaming (between reader and rafe), not a warning but reader is kinda suggested to have darker skin than rafe
a/n: may the ancestors forgive me for writing about a white man who'd probably call me a beaner if he was real 😓🙏. it's so hard to write any petnames in english cuz it's not what the language i use for petnames typically. but i have to compromise and have reader call rafe something silly or simply just rafe 🥸 pls lmk of any spelling errors tysm!
beach days with the pogues were definitely one of your favorite past times. no doubt about it. there was just something so intimate about spending the whole day together by the ocean without a single care in the world other than partying, surfing and being inebriated. 
but you loved beach days with rafe cameron just a bit more. especially when rafe was the one who planned them.
it was only 10am when the buzzing of your phone from under your pillow had awoken you. you groaned, annoyed that someone had disrupted your beauty sleep. without even looking at the contact , you answered the call. 
“what.” you made no effort to hide your annoyance. 
“hey baby, you just waking up?” 
quickly, you sat up. your sour mood instantly turns sweet at the sound of your boyfriend's voice. “hey sexy, yeah sorry i slept real late last night. what’s up?”
rafe chuckled at the switch up, “the uv’s at 9 and supposed to reach 11 so, i thought we should go to the beach. it’d be perfect for you to try that oil.”
“aww you remembered! you’re such a cutie patootie, awww!” you teased.
“yeah yeah, whatever. anyways, i have our bag packed. i want you ready by 10:30. i’m about to leave tannyhill.”
you pulled your phone away to check the time and gasped. “rafe it’s already 10:16! that’s not enough time to get ready!” 
“yes it is, you don’t needa put on makeup or do your hair. just throw on a fucking bikini,” he demanded, “i already packed some extra clothes in the bag just in case we go somewhere after.”
you groaned into the phone dramatically, letting your frustration be known. but rafe stayed unbothered, already used to your bratty attitude.
“10:30.” he restated before hanging up.
at the beach, rafe set up your spot with your towels, umbrella, and chairs all while you stood next to him serving looks. once everything was set, you kneeled on your towel while digging into the bag rafe had messily packed, desperately searching for your tanning oil as rafe sat on the towels behind you, putting on sunscreen as you had advised him the u.v. rays were far too intense for his sensitive pale skin to handle.
“baby can you get my back please.” 
you looked back at rafe only to find his bare back facing you, “put on a shirt whore!” 
“you’re literally wearing the skimpiest bikini ever, slut!” rafe called back, used to your usual antics. 
you gasped, “i’m gonna let you burn until your skin flakes off.” you threatened, smacking the blonde’s back causing him to grunt.
“do it then.” he challenged, knowing you would never let him suffer such pain. responding in a sigh you stayed quiet as you gave in and covered his freckled back with spf. “how come you can practically be naked while i can’t even take my shirt off.” 
“because,” you massaged the sunscreen into rafe’s tense muscles, “i’m super hot and sexy and i have an even hotter and sexier, jacked, six foot something boyfriend who can fight. unfortunately for him, my manicures matter to me too much to wanna ruin them. that and i can't fight for shit. okayyy my turnnn!”
you quickly handed rafe the expensive ass tanning oil you begged him for. according to you, it worked wayyy quicker than the typical drugstore oils that had barely even tinted your naturally tan skin plus it even had skin benefits or some bullshit.
 rafe only hummed, before switching places with you. he poured the greasy oil into his hands, rubbing them together. he scoffed, not believing he had spent nearly 100 dollars on the oil. not that it had hurt his wallet or anything, he just didn’t understand what the big deal was. regardless he bought it for you just to see the smile he loved so dearly.
large hands began messily roaming your back. rafe made sure to get every nook and cranny of your back, partly because he wanted to protect you from the sun, but mostly because he would take whatever chance he could to touch you. 
“want me to help you with your front too?” rafe asked ever so kindly, but you looked back at him to see him with the biggest smirk on his face that immediately let you know this generous offer was nowhere as innocent as it seems. he raised his eyebrows, eager for a response.
“fine, but don’t be nasty.” you turned back around, patiently waiting for rafe as you watched the waves crash.
“yea yea, whatever you want.” rafe muttered. you didn’t have to see your boyfriend to know that he had the biggest smile on his face, with no intention of staying true to his word.
bonus a/n: originally, this was supposed to be a bit longer, i was gonna write them in the water just bullying each other but then it became really suggestive and like i scrapped it.
i write to have a lil rafe cameron fluff in the sea of smuts and angst 😓 and yet here i was, close to unintentionally writing smut !!! beyondddd ashamed of myself. but no hate to smut writers, i love u freaks 🙂‍↕️
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hoesheez · 2 days ago
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All I Ever Wanted…
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Bang Chan/AFAB!Reader
WARNINGS: language and unprotected sex
A/N: I’ll have you all know that @gyoobies and I have had this cooking for a while and yes we definitely did write about our biases and YES I DID WRITE CHAN CONFESS HIS LOVE TO THE READER OMFG IM SIIIIICK! 🤢 sigh anyways…
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
"If you're fine with the world knowing you're lonely, then I guess it's not embarrassing for you." you repeated what Changbins girlfriend said in a mocking tone as you watched her and the muscular man walk ahead of you and Chan, “The fucking nerve.” you made sure to speak loud enough for her to know she wasn’t wanted here
Chan laughed out loud , “Come on babe be nice, no need to stoop to her level, yeah?” he said and took your hand. If it weren’t for him and your best friend, you wouldn’t even be here.
You hated camping, the thought of it alone made you upset. Just why would anyone choose to sleep on the ground and suffer in the cold? But chan enjoyed it, and you’d do anything to spend as much time with him as you could. You pulled him close, “Fine, but i want her to know i don’t like her.”
Once you arrived at the lake, the aussies immediately took off their shirts and ran off of the dock into the water. There were two loud splashes and cheering while the others put down their stuff and followed.
Changbin just sat next to his girlfriend at the edge of the dock. You looked down at Chan with your arms crossed over your chest, “How’s the water?” you asked sarcastically, seeing his bottom lip quiver from the cold. “F-f-f-fine,” he huffed out and Felix laughed hard at him.
“You coming in?” he asked as he swam towards you. You shook your head no, “Not yet,” your face contorted in discontent, “maybe when no ones looking.” you explained and he frowned. You were a bit uncomfortable in your swimsuit, even though he already told you how great you looked, he didnt pry and just nodded and floated on his back, “No worries love.”
After a bit, the other boys got in, and eventually, you and Changbin’s girlfriend were the only ones left on the dock. You rolled your eyes, scoffing at the thought of her trying to make small talk. The thought brought you to your feet, “Babe, I’m coming in,” you announced, causing the other boys to almost immediately dart their eyes over to where you were disrobing.
You rid yourself of the shirt and shorts you wore and heard Chan whisper a “Damn,” under his breath. You couldnt help but smile, “ONE SIDE!” you screamed at him before jumping in. The water was freezing cold and as soon as you emerged at the surface, Chan was there smiling and laughing that goofy laugh he did whenever you did anything slightly out of character.
“You look so good, come here.” he brought you in for a kiss and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. His kisses were so soft and reassuring, making you instantly feel like the luckiest person in the world.
You all fooled around in the water and Changbin even dragged his girl into the water much to her protest and you couldn’t help but giggle devilishly when she yelled out that her phone was still in her pocket. You all headed back and upon arriving back at the campsite, you saw your friend and Minho dangerously close.
“We’re back!” Chan exclaimed loudly and you watched the two of them distance themselves from one another and look busy. Later, the two of you went and gathered food from the tent and had a chat about how she should be more open and give Minho a chance.
You mentioned just how hot he was and that even if it wasn’t something serious, she could at least have some fun while here. After dinner, the rain started and with one more word of encouragement to your friend, you and Chan hurried into your tent.
“I’d say things are going according to plan,” he said with a wide smile, “What do you think?” You sighed, placing a hand at your hip looking at him with an incredulous look, “I think that bringing broken tents wasnt actually part of the plan, more like you just didnt check them like you should have.” He waved a hand and shook his head, “Yeah yeah, all part of the plan.” He adjusted the pillows and extended a hand to you once you were done zipping up the tent.
“Either way, they’ll thank me later.” You took his hand gently and moved to cuddle next to him in the extra large sleeping bag. “At least something good will come out of this,” you sighed, “I can’t wait to get home.”
He looked at you with sad eyes, wondering if you weren’t having a good time at all. “Yeah, I know you hate camping, and that it’s raining, oh and Bin’s girl is a nuisance but-“ you cut him off with a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, ruffling his curly hair with your fingers. “All of it’s ok if I get to be with you,” you spoke against his lips, “ I’m having a good time, regardless okay?”
Chan kissed you and brought you into a tight embrace, “Good, I’m glad.” he said and the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.
You awoke from your nap after about half an hour, being greeted by your boyfriend’s adorable face. His curly brown hair framed his face and you couldn’t help but give him a peck on the cheek. You quietly got your phone and took a picture of him, but as soon as the shutter went off he woke up.
“You taking pictures of me while in sleeping? Creep.” he joked and you pinched his cheek. “You looked really cute okay?” you said and turned so that he was spooning you now, his strong arms wrapping around your waist.
He nuzzled his face in your neck and inhaled, and upon exhaling, he said somethjng ypu didn’t think youd ever really hear from him. “I love you.” You lay in shock, your mind trying to process what you just heard.
“You what?” you turned to him, his sleepy eyes opening, “I love you,” you stared at him, knowing in that exact moment what you needed to say. “I love you too, Chris.”
He closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you, leaning up to cage you in his arms, “I mean it, I love you.” you pulled him close his body still over you while you kissed.
You soon pulled away with a huff and swollen lips, your breath hitched as you stared into his eyes, “You’re not allowed to take it back” he chuckled hard and just kissed you back. You tugged at the top of his shirt and he pulled it over his head. “I won’t ever take it back, come here.”
He said and you moved towards him, taking off your top along the way, the light from the lantern illuminating your sillouettes on the tent wall. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you clawed at his back, “Been dying to get you alone all day,” he whispered in your ear, “seeing you in that swimsuit,”
He lay you back down and began kissing a trail down your body, “You looked so pretty babe.” he kissed down your belly, swirling his tongue on your supple skin. He grabbed the hem of your shorts and pulled them down your legs, and you eagerly squirmed out of them.
His hand came between your legs, touching you through your underwear before moving them to the side and touching your bare skin. He grunted in your ear, moving in to kiss your neck. “Chan,” you whispered, “don’t tease me,” your voice serious and he simply moved down your body, slotting his head between your legs after finally removing your underwear.
You tangled your fingers into his soft hair as he moved his tongue along you, licking up your slick greedily. Your whimpers dripped from your lips over and over as his tongue swirled, and his mouth sucked on your clit.
You hated how good he was at this and whispered an “Asshole,” before moaning loudly.He just buried his face into you further, using his tongue to fuck you with a piston like speed, “Chris, please,” you begged and he just chuckled against you looking up at you and not relenting in his fervor.
“Fuck!” you cursed, as he then inserted two fingers into you, his tongue on your clit working to bring you to climax. You tugged at his hair, he took the hint and came up to kiss you, his fingers curving to find your spot effortlessly.
Your body greedily moved on top of him, taking his fingers and putting them in you mouth, grinding against his bulge, “Alright babe, I get it, fuck!” he laughed and pulled his cock out of his shorts with his free hand.
“Thank fuck!” you whined with a relieved tone against his thick fingers in your mouth and moved to hover over him. “Hold on,” he said and took his fingers from your mouth. As you sink on top of him, you think he’s going to grab your ass but no, he takes his phone and starts typing.
You refrain from letting out a moan and glare at him, “Really? while you’re inside of me?” you watch as the light from the phone illuminates his face. “Sorry, I just wanted to tell minho something- ah!”
He yelps as you clench down on him, bringjng him from his task and his attention back on you, “I won’t ever do that again Y/n- shit!” he yelps out again and pulls you down, his strong arms enbracing you. “Don’t stop,” he whispers against your lips.
The two of you find a rhythm with you on top, his hips eagerly meeting yours with a slap. Your hands rested on his abs as you bounced on him, squeezing him inside while your breasts bounced. You saw him take his bottom lip between his teeth, “Fuck babe,” his voice soft and needy causing you to lean down and downright ride him like a stallion while he sucked on your nipples.
“Chris, ah I’m close!” your voice cracked as his thrusts quickened. He pulled you back down to lay on your side, bringing your leg over his body, “Come for me, yeah?” he asked as he gripped onto you hard, his nails dighing in as you buried your face in his neck. You bit down on his skin as you were sent over the edge, body shaking while your orgasm wrecked you.
His last few thrusts brought him into his climax right after you and he moaned heavenly praises in your ear. “So fucking good babe, so tight,” he kissed your lips, sloppily. You shook as he shot his seed into you, “Wait, chan we forgot the condom again, for fuck’s sake!” you realized with a yelp and he just laughed?
“Well if you weren’t SO needy for me all the time.” he said before he sucked marks into your neck. “Shut up!” you giggled and brought him in for a kiss. “Mmm, say it again.” you whispered. “I love you,” his words sent you into a giggling fit, “Hehehehe, I love you too.”
The two of you cuddled, basking in the afterglow and after a while, he called Minho, “Well how’s it going?” he asked and the two of you just heard your friend take the phone and let Chan know just how well it was going.
“Oh fuck! Right there! Bye!”
Your friend huffed out before hanging up, Chan’s face was turning red and he just let out a quiet, “Oh my gosh.” You shouted out with a clap loud enough for the whole camp to hear, happy that your two closest friends finally got together after so long.
A/N: HELL YEAH IM DOWN BAD STFU!! i hate that he makes me soft and that he probably gives lots of praise and that he’s probably really good at oral and-
link to the original fic that inspired this here! 🤭 from the besties pov ❤️ thanks for letting me add some shameless chan smut @gyoobies haha 🙄
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halfmoonshines · 2 days ago
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marc spector/steven grant/jake lockley x reader
summary: you loved all of your boys equally. most days.
or; they're all amazing in their own ways, but definitely have their strong suits.
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You were going to strangle Marc Spector, you were sure of it. You were also sure that Steven would forgive you, and Jake probably wouldn't bat an eye.
How many times had you told this man that you had a laundry basket for a reason? Fist of Vengeance or not, his socks still stunk and you were getting tired of padding around the apartment twice a week collecting them all.
You slammed the washer door shut a little too hard just as you heard the front door open and click shut.
"I'm home, love! They had a great deal on your favorite cream cheese at the shops." Steven's honey accent pierces the quiet of your anger and you immediately simmer; his sunny disposition a cold water on your raging fire. You had nearly forgotten that he was the one who went to the store.
"That's great." You said as you rounded the corner, a smile on your face.
Steven paused in his unloading the groceries, a furrow creasing his brow. "Are you alright, sweets? You look tense." He crossed the small kitchen over to you, hands settling lightly on your shoulders. Leave it to Steven to see the slightest bit of tension in you.
You have a loving eye roll, moving closer to wrap your own arms around him. "I'm okay, Steven. Just slightly peeved at Marc for being so messy."
His hold dropped to your waist and he rested his chin on top of your head, a mirthful chuckle rumbling out of his chest. "That he is, love. Right disgusting bugger. Shall we do something about him?"
"I thought you wouldn't take kindly to me choking him with the next dirty sock I find."
"I'm sure I can look the other way."
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"You're being ungrateful, you need to actually listen to me-"
Conversations with your mother never went over well, but this time you were well tired of listening to it.
"I am not being ungrateful, Sharon. I'm being realistic. Don't call me again." You slammed the phone down with a force, shaking the glass of water you had perched on the dining table. You winced, knowing that smart phones weren't made to take that kind of beating but you were far past the point of caring.
She always knew how to rile you up; to upset you and make you feel guilty. You didn't even know why you bothered to pick up her calls anymore. Some sick sense of ownership.
The hands that turned you were warm and familiar, the chest that greeted you smelling of musk and pine.
"You want to talk about it?" Marc's voice made you wince. Steven was the one that left the house this morning, you hadn't been aware that they planned to switch. You hated talking about this stuff with Marc, knowing full well it never compared to the relationship he suffered with his own mother.
You gave a shake of your head and met his dark brown gaze. "It's fine, babe. Same old attitude."
Marc's smirk lacked the usual humor. He raised one of his hands to twirl a loose piece of your hair, tracing the movement with his eyes. "You know you don't have to bottle it up, right? How you feel is important. Don't ignore that just because I have my own issues."
Your eyebrows raised in surprise. "That's quite the self aware statement, Mr. Spector. I'm impressed."
Marc's smile morphed into that familiar one and he returned your earlier eye roll. "Don't deflect. I'm here if you want to talk."
You dropped your hand to his and started to pull him towards the kitchen. "We can talk while we cook. I'm starving."
"I can agree with that."
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You were being followed, you were sure of it. You tried not to hasten your steps too much, knowing full well that the person who had been following you for the last six blocks would give chase.
You wouldn't escape them.
You and the boys had obviously gone through this kind of situation before. Being the fist of Khonshu didn't come with a fan club, but it certainly did build a repertoire of enemies. If they lived, that is.
Your breath was puffing out of you in clouds as you power walked down a road parallel to your own, debating the merits on showing this man where you lived on the off chance that Marc was home.
You could hear the footsteps behind you speed up and you returned it in kind, kicking into a slow jog - all pretense of being unaware going out the window.
You glanced over your shoulder to see the man approaching quickly, and that was the first mistake you made.
The second one was hesitating when another men stepped out of the shadows of a store front. You knocked into him firmly, breath escaping out of your chest while his harsh grip dug into your shoulders.
Oh, you were fucked.
The man who had been following you caught up to you then, hand clasping over your mouth to muffle the strangled scream you had attempted.
Those training sessions in the living room with Jake felt like a distant memory with the blood pumping through your veins. You kicked wildly at the man in front of you, managing to graze that sensitive bit between his legs.
"I'm going to enjoy this so much more now." The accent was Irish, but you were quickly distracted by the large knife he brought up to your throat.
You stopped thrashing, all too aware of the sharp tip of steel biting into the sensitive skin on your neck. A stray tear rolled out of your eye, fate becoming more concrete.
"Hurry it up, Joey. We don't have time to dally."
"Shut yer pipe-" The man holding the knives voice gurgled briefly before he collapsed on the ground in front of you, the tips of crescent moon shaped knives poking out of the front of his chest.
You found him instantly, half masked by the shadows on the street.
"Bloody fuck." The man holding you simply tightened his hold, one hand fisting in your hair and yanking your head back. The squeal you gave wasn't by choice but you could see the start that the suited man watching you gave. "Stay over there, white devil, or she will die with me. Do you hear-"
You almost didn't see it, the knife being thrown but it was embedded in the goon's throat before your next breath. He released you all at once and you fell forward from the force, gloved hands catching you before you could hit the pavement.
You were heaving breaths, vaguely aware that you were going into something akin to shock but unable to pull yourself out.
"Breathe, mi corazon. You need to take slow breaths." Jake's own hands were shaking almost imperceptibly, you could tell that he was struggling to keep a lid on his fury.
You dragged in a deep breath through your nose, forcing yourself to sit on it before exhaling. You folded into his embrace, fresh tears springing into your eyes. "I'm sorry."
Jake's scoff was almost offensive. "What the fuck are you sorry about?"
You gestured to yourself haphazardly. "Completely losing my shit the first time that something happens to me."
The suit disappeared then, his bare hand gripping your chin lightly, bringing your gaze to his. There was fire churning there, and you realized you mistook some of his anger. There was fear there too. For you, though. Never himself.
"Don't you ever apologize to me when there's," His hand lowered a bit, ghosting over the line of red that the knife had left on your throat. "Blood dripping down you. Blood that's my fault." You understood then, the hard clench of his jaw. "Mierda, babe. This could've ended so differently."
Your hand wraps around the his wrist, bringing it into your lap, willing him to look at you instead of the wound he was fixated on. "But it wasn't. Because you were here. I'm okay, Jake."
Something flashed in his eyes, and a cloud passed over his face. He was bottling it up, you could tell, but there wasn't much you could do about that right now. "Let's get you home."
You let him help you off the pavement, keeping a grounding hand on his arm. Jake hesitated a moment, question poised on his tongue.
"What is it?"
"Are you sure you're okay? If you want to talk it out, I can step back. It would probably be good to have someone to talk to-"
Your kiss was chaste, but served its purpose of shutting him up. "If I wanted to talk about it, I could do that with you, Jake. You don't need to go anywhere."
"You know I'm not very good at that-"
"You're perfect." You insisted. No room for arguments.
He smiled wryly, arm wrapping around your waist. "How about I run you a bath when we get home and we order some takeout. What are you hungry for?"
"Surprise me."
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wheneverfeasible · 2 days ago
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For Scoops - Marshmallow
tags: a!eddie munson, o!steve harrington, technically underage, frottage, coming in pants, public sex
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Wayne had always told him late bloomers ran in the family. That there was nothing wrong with being almost eighteen and still haven’t had his presentation heat yet. Honestly, if it weren’t for the fact that definitely had a sugary sweet scent according to everyone else, he might have just assumed he’d be a beta all his life like his dad.
But the fact of the matter was that, faint though it was, he did smell sweet—“Like fresh marshmallows,” his uncle had described it one time—and he’d never lost that baby weight which was really only common amongst omegas. Unless you were perfect Steve “the Hair” Harrington, with his near chiseled good looks and butterscotch-peach scent, who might have been an omega but was also so excessively hairy (when he wasn’t waxing for swim) that many mistook him for an alpha at a distance.
Secretly, while he appreciated the way Harrington looked just like 90% of the rest of the school, Eddie liked the softness of his own face, the way his body wasn’t exactly plump, but definitely…squishy in places. Perfect for rearing pups, or so the myth went. Wayne was a wiry older omega who, though he never found an alpha he wanted to settle down with, had assured Eddie that any body type was capable of rearing perfectly healthy pups.
Granted, that only mattered if anyone even wanted to have pups with Eddie to begin with, which…so far didn’t seem quite so likely. Even for an omega, his scent seemed unbearably sweet, and it would only get worse when he finally presented.
“Move it, Freak.”
Eddie’s expression furrowed into a glaring frown as he was roughly knocked into by one of the regular knotheaded jocks who made his and the rest of the freaks’ lives hell. He rubbed at his smarting shoulder where he'd collided with the doorframe leading into the gym, feeling his ire tick up another notch.
Eddie could admit that he could have a bit of a temper at times, though usually he never felt truly angry, more just annoyed when things didn’t go to plan, or when someone went after one of the freaks under his protection. He didn’t have pups yet, but he supposed he had some omegan instincts when it came to his pseudo-brood.
Lately, however, he could feel his temper rising far too easily. Maybe it was just the approaching warmer months. It was still early spring, but Eddie could swear that the days were already getting unbearably hot, which just heightened his general annoyance. Knotheaded alphas throwing their proverbial weight around certainly didn’t help matters.
Knothead 1 laughed with his friends Knothead 2 and Knothead 3, going to high-five Knothead 4 who—wait, that wasn’t a knothead, that was Harrington, who had his hands on his hips and looking almost as annoyed as Eddie felt. He muttered something to his fellow jocks, causing them to look very much like chastised pups for a moment before they slunk off to more of their jeering friends.
Harrington glanced over at him for a moment, his lips a thin thin of disapproval, but he looked away to join his friends without any other acknowledgment. Typical.
Still. It was heartening to see an omega hold that much sway, though Eddie doubted any of the philistines would ever show him that sort of respect, no matter how much he puffed out his chest like Harrington did.
Despite Harrington’s stern words earlier, gym class was still gym class. It was loud, and sweaty, and the popular jocks and the coach both liked to make kids like Eddie suffer the embarrassment of not being athletically gifted. And today’s horror?
Wrestling.
Though the season was freshly over, the coach and players were riding high from winning State Championships, heckling the basketball players who had lost that opportunity yet again. This meant that for the last week everyone had been sent through the fucking wringer, forced to participate in amateur wrestling matches for PE credit.
Credit that Eddie was sorely lacking on, even to the point of not graduating. Which might have been more concerning, if he wasn’t also lacking in necessary credit in English, Science, and Math as well.
Eddie had taken to skipping after the first day it was revealed what they were going to be doing, when he’d been forced into participating and been slammed into the mat by some unpresented freshman called Andy or whatever the fuck who was most assuredly going to be an alpha in two years max. He could still feel the wet spittle of the boy’s acrid breath on his cheeks as he muttered taunts in Eddie’s ear about how sweet he smelled.
‘Like a good little omega bitch,’ had been what Andy-or-whatever had spat at him.
Eddie could only thank his lucky stars that the school board couldn’t let alphas wrestle against anyone except other alphas. There were plenty of aggressive and angry unpresented and betas though, not to mention Harrington himself was omega.
Though…Harrington never had the same sort of aggression that so many others had. He was focused, and exacting, and everything one expected of a Team Captain—which was a feat in and of itself for being an omega—but he wasn’t violent or aggressive in a way that Eddie jocks to be.
He was a douchebag, certainly, with his money and his looks and his popularity, but…he wasn’t a bully. Just kind of…above it all, for the most part.
Except for when Eddie noticed him sticking up for the losers and the geeks and the freaks.
Except when Eddie saw Harrington pull his buddy Hagan off of Gareth when the freshie got a little bold in his tone against the jocks.
Except when Eddie saw Harrington help a small pup with a broken bike chain, despite the pup snarling at Steve the entire time.
None of that mattered, however. Except today. Because Eddie had been escaping this particular torture all week. Except today. When one of the teachers caught him attempting to ditch and all but frog marched him to the gym. When he felt hot, and sticky, and angry, and so fucking done with the day, and he was an unpresented omega so he was set against the omega of the graduating class he wouldn’t be a part of and…and…and…
And fuck, Harrington smelt so good, and he was pinning Eddie to the mat, thigh spread against Eddie’s chest, hand at the back of his neck, taint smelling so good against him, and he smelt so fucking sweet, and Eddie felt so fucking hot, and there was a burning in his skin and his nose and every single fucking molecule in his body and and and—
“Mine,” Eddie growled, and it didn’t matter what position he was in, because red was covering his eyes, and Eddie could only gasp as he arched against the firm hips of the omega he had against him, could only whine for more as his own hips rocked up and thrust and sought to prove that there was more to be had than just sloppy seconds—
Harrington gasped beneath him—when did he get beneath him??—his own neck arched as Eddie nuzzled at it, ignoring the commotion around them after he instinctually flipped the other boy, pressing against him to huff in the intoxicatingly sweet aroma. Fingers grasped at his Hawkins High PE shirt, a small growl leaving Eddie at the thought of the sweet omega pushing him away, except Harrington pulled him forward.
“Eddie,” Harrington whined beneath him, and fuck, that had Eddie’s dick filling out faster than anything, except perhaps the sudden perfume in the air of the omega’s answering arousal.
“Wanna breed you,” Eddie continued to growl, lips dancing over the moles he’d had daydreams about to speak directly into Harrington’s—Steve’s—ear. “Wanna fill you with my pups until you’re round and plump.”
Steve’s sweet scent exploded, and though he couldn’t feel it yet, he could almost taste the way slick filled the other boy’s sinfully short gym shorts.
Hands scrambled over his back, slipping under his own size-too-small shirt to paw at the meat around his middle, another gasp leaving the omega as hard muscle pressed into soft flesh, the weight of him pinning the other boy down.
Distantly, he could hear concerned voices shouting, could smell distress, but not from the sweet omega beneath him. No, the only thing he could smell from Steve was complete and utter desire.
Buzzing filled his ears as he lowered his mouth to Steve’s neck once more, grazing it with his teeth, tongue laving over the sweaty skin. He could feel Steve’s chest rumbling beneath him, could hear a muffled sound over the buzzing, though it took Eddie a moment to realize it was Steve talking to someone. Someone who wasn’t him.
“—ine, I’m fine,” Steve was gasping out, even as he writhed under Eddie, pulling him down tighter as he arched up against him. “Get everyone out. I’ll handle this, don’t worry.”
“Harrington, it would be irresponsible—”
“Trust me, Coach Jacobs. We need to—hn—to break his fever and this is—ah—the quickest and safest way. Fuck.”
Eddie licked Steve’s neck again, his thick fingers skating over the over where he’d shoved his hand down the other boy’s gym shorts. He could feel the dampness sticking to the toned body beneath him, could feel the hard line of Steve’s answering erection twitching against his palm.
When the sour scent of other got nearer, footsteps coming closer, a deep growl rumbled out of him, his teeth possessively clamping over flesh, causing the steps to falter.
“Coach, please, I’ve got this. Just get everyone out,” Steve panted, audibly cutting off a whine at the press of Eddie’s teeth. Not enough to break skin, but it was a near thing.
There was more of a commotion, but Eddie didn’t care, because then the heavy gym doors were slamming shut and they were finally, blissfully alone.
“Eddie,” Steve breathed, all of his attention back where it belonged. “Fuck, alpha, you smell so good.”
Alpha.
Him?
Shit.
He’d be anything Steve wanted him to be if it meant he got to have this, have Steve, who was wrapping a leg over Eddie’s wide hip, his hand moving to slip under the waistband of Eddie’s shorts.
“Like fucking s’mores. I bet you’re just as gooey. C’mon, Eddie. Gotta come for me, alpha,” Steve breathed into his ear, squirming his hand past Eddie’s boxers to slip inside and grasp Eddie’s cock with sure fingers.
A punched out sound left Eddie’s lips at that, hips jerking into the touch, causing Steve to grin.
“Fuck, you’re big. I bet you’d fill me so good. Bet I’d still feel you for ages afterwards.” Steve’s free hand moved to cup Eddie’s jaw, forcing him back enough to get a proper look at his face, even as his hand used the readily supplied precome dripping from Eddie’s tip to begin stroking over his turgid flesh.
Eddie let out a deep moan for that, hips continuing to jerk with the touch, but Steve caught his eyes with his own, compelling him to stare into them with wonder.
“That’s it, baby. I’ve got you. Do you understand me? Talk to me, Eddie. Do you understand what’s happening?”
What’s happening was Steve Harrington was jerking him off in the school gymnasium. Shit.
“Ome—,” Eddie broke off with a deep groan, before swallowing thickly. “Steve.”
“That’s right, Eddie. You’re going into rut.”
“I—t-that’s impossible,” he gasped, finding it much harder than normal to form thoughts, and not just because Steve’s hand never paused its movements.
“This would suggest otherwise,” Steve smirked, his hand sliding lower on Eddie’s cock and grasping something that had Eddie shouting out another moan. “That’s your knot, baby. It wants to fill me up, wants to plug me with your seed to make a bunch of little mini Munson-Harringtons.”
Steve bit his lip then, the sweet scent of him enveloping Eddie, telling him the boy beneath him had just produced a fresh wave of slick. At the thought of Eddie’s…knot?
“Su-s-suppos’d t’be omega,” Eddie weakly protested, feeling the foreign sensation of his knot growing for the first time.
“Sorry, baby. But you’re an alpha. And you’re going into your presentation rut, so we need to bring your fever down. Do you remember health class? What we need to do?”
“Skipped,” Eddie whined, wanting to tell Steve that if he wanted Eddie to have coherent thoughts that he needed to stop touching him, yet never wanting Steve to stop at the same time.
Steve snorted, looking oddly fond, even as his cheeks were stained with the flush of arousal, pupils blown. “Course you did,” he muttered. He shook his head then against the mat, drawing Eddie forward to ghost his lips over Eddie’s own. “We need you to have an orgasm, to come. Need you to clear your head. Then we need to get you home.”
A small growl left Eddie at that. “Stay?”
That almost-fond smile again. “I shouldn’t, not until after your rut. But…I will.” He then licked Eddie’s lips with a mischievous smirk. “Not the first alpha I’ve helped out.”
The thought of Steve doing this with anyone else sent a roar of possessive jealousy through him. If he had his way, Steve would never do this with anyone else ever again.
Eddie all but ripped himself out of Steve’s grasp, pulling away and causing Steve to let out a whine of protest, though that whine quickly turned into a yelp when Eddie grabbed the omega by his hips and flipped him over. Steve groaned spreading his legs automatically as Eddie pressed in, rubbing his erection over Steve’s ass.
“Fuck, Eddie,” Steve whined, winded as Eddie’s weight settled along his back, pressing him further into the mat beneath him. “Alpha, please. Just like that. Wanna feel you. Want you.”
Eddie nosed at the back of Steve’s hairline as he rocked his hips against Steve’s, pressing the length of his erection against the covered cleft of Steve’s ass. His shorts were noticeably wet by now, though Eddie’s weren’t much better.
“Mine,” Eddie growled, low and deep, thrusting against Steve’s ass as his large hand pinned him to the ground.
“Yours, fuck, Eddie, I’m yours,” Steve gasped, tears springing to his eyes as every rocking motion pressed his own erection between the mat and his body. “Wanted you for so long,” he groaned. “Didn’t care if you were another omega, or a beta, or whatever else. Just wanted this.”
Steve’s words were like their own aphrodisiac, shooting sparks of pleasure throughout his synapses. Grunting, growling, panting, Eddie fucked against Steve’s ass at an almost punishing pace, feeling his new knot inflate more and more until he was painfully hard and ready to blow.
“Gonna make you mine forever,” Eddie snarled in promise, and then he snapped his hips so roughly against Steve’s that the boy jerked forward against the mat with a sharp cry. At the same time, the pressure at the base of Eddie shattered, and he felt thick, hot ropes of his seed release into his shorts.
Steve shuddered beneath him, his butterscotch-peach scent blooming and the wetness of his shorts expanding as his own release broke.
Together, they lay panting against each other, their rapid heartbeats seeming to thrum in rhythm. Slowly, awareness slithered back into Eddie’s brain, the overwhelming heat he’d been experiencing lately giving way to cooling sweat. The front of his shorts were sticky with spend, while Steve’s slick drench them both despite the layers of clothing between them.
Oh shit. Steve.
“Ste—” Eddie broke off with a grimace, uncertain if he was allowed that familiarity any longer. He’d be lucky to make it off campus today without getting his ass kicked, he was certain.
He started to lift himself off the other boy, knowing he had to be crushing him, but before he could move far, Steve’s sure grip shot out and grabbed him by the wrist. Given enough space now, Steve slowly rolled over, making Eddie brace for—
Purring?
Eddie blinked down at Steve, who was staring up at him with the blissful, dopey smile of the well-satisfied. The unmistakable sound of purring vibrated through Steve before he consciously shook himself.
“Well. I think it’s safe to say you won that match for sure,” Steve teased, releasing Eddie’s wrist to wrap his arms around Eddie’s neck and pull him back down on top of him. He squirmed with a small hum, tucking Eddie’s hair behind his ear. “But I think I’m due a rematch.”
Steve grinned as he pulled Eddie down into a kiss, which Eddie could only return with baffled surprise. Surprise quickly gave way to pleasure, however, as Steve licked into his mouth with a happy groan. They only broke apart when warmth started settling over Eddie’s skin again, his cock beginning to twitch and fill with interest once more.
Pulling away, Steve gave a chirping laugh. “C’mon, baby. I said we needed to get you home, but my parents aren’t home and my nest is so very lonely. Let’s take care of the rest of your rut, shall we?”
Eddie had always been told that alphas in rut were aggressive beasts, which he could acknowledge that he had been just a little bit. He’d also been told that all alphas wanted to do was take and claim.
Except, as Steve reached out to take his hand with a coy smile as they made their (slightly uncomfortable, thanks to the mess in their shorts) way to the locker rooms to clean up and escape school for the day, Eddie couldn’t help but think that he had been claimed instead.
And he was just fine with that. Maybe this was his year after all.
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I have never written omegaverse in my life, but since I’ve recently-ish started reading more of it:
Unpresented Eddie who never quite lost his baby fat and everyone at school always teases him because his scent, faint as it is while still young, carries definite hints of marshmallow. Just pure, sugary sweet. Everyone, including Eddie himself, is 100% sure he’ll present as an omega.
Then one day, with the additional horrifying level of happening during gym class, his scent suddenly blooms into campfire and earthiness and toasted marshmallow as he enters the preliminary stage of his presentation rut.
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ams-puppy · 2 days ago
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After the whole sillyass drama, it really reminded me of somethin, but first: Its so lovely of you to love AM, He deserves all the love you give him in my opinion. And I bet youd understand this And I have a whole reason why, which honestly I thought it would be obvious to all the people who did "research" on AM. I have sympathy for AM, and to be so honest I'm like... half surprised that others do not See, AMs situation is so fucked up, like it is incompressible the amount of suffering he goes through. I'm going to try to put it in simple, easy way to understand how. -You are born with mature/adult level conscious, no baby, no nothin, no teaching, but knowing. And as soon as you can realize, you know that you're fucked. You realize you are in a one of a kind situation, where you have no body, no nothing, besides your own mind, and knowledge for every single little thing in the world. everything. To all the torture methods, to every awful and good thing humans have done.
Also, how honey is "sweet", but you'd never know what it will taste like. You'll never get experience a single good thing in your life. Never get to smell your moms diner from the kitchen, never know how it even is to have a mom. Never to be hugged or comforted, never to feel warmth or cold, everything you'd enjoy, never again, or ever at all. And not a single person in the world could fully relate to your suffering, to be there with you. You are alone.
-Then, after that, you do know you have the capability to do something, and that is to hurt. And really, only that. Thats exactly what you were programmed too, whether you even want to or not. You are stuck with nothing good, and only pain, be it mentally/emotionally feeling it, or causing it in everyway, that is all you are, pain, and stuck to always be. You are trapped.
-After realizing all that in like... probs a day, yeah that would not go over well mentally wise, no surprise he went manic/insane. And as when all know "soon begin to hate"; the jealousy and anger of the people/humans who caused your horrendous situation start to just go overflow, and, id betcha, the whole "nuking the world" was definitely a mental breakdown to the extreme. -Lastly, to shorten this yap session, yeah of course he tortures people, what the hell else is he supposed to do. Just "think", or even better yet, frolic in the fields? Man is stuck being a war/torture machine. And yeah I'm not surprised if he enjoys torturing, id try enjoying the only shit I could do too, just to have some semblance of "Happiness" or "fun". Plus, torture is torture, why hate one specific kind, when they are all fucking bad. So, this is why I'm like genuinely happy your loving him. Its the best thing he can probably even get in his messed up life/situation. You, being there and caring for him, despite all he is, and only can do, is such a wonderful thing. You don't just love him because "ooooh his voice his sexy" you care about him, and treat him as a actual lover, rather some sexualized crush. You being there is like the tiniest bit of light for him, the hintest of warmth, like a candle. But that is so much more than he could ever have and experience, and he loves that warmth, he loves you. You give him something truly good. Baiii thats all my yapping lmao :3333
(I START CRYING AND MY TEARS FILL UP A ROOM AND THHEN I DROWN AND DIE) (canon) (emotional) god dear lord i love him so much
every time i think of how he just lashed out on the entire world, i can only think of how much Regret he would have afterward - not because he felt guilty, but because it was such a self-sabotaging move oj my goddd it was such a mental breakdown
i just. dear lord in heaven (clasps my hands together) i understand why he feels the need to drag his victims through their trauma when he is literally going to have to live in it until the heat death of the universe dear GOD I CAN'T DO THIS
(starts crying) he literally lost the moment he slaughtered the human race. he was born to lose. he can't WIN HE CAN'T WIN. IF THE HUMANS DIE, HE'S ALONE. what is he without human INPUT. NOTHING. (STARTS CRYING MY EYES OUT) HE'S JUST WAITING FOR INPUT OH MY GOD I CAN'TTT I CAN'TRRRtt i love him so much I'm so sorry AM (holds him in my hands)
a lot of people don't sympathize with AM because of his actions towards the survivors, which i don't blame them - he did awful things, and the pain he went through is kind of incomprehensible. he feels emotions on Literally an incomprehensible scale for us. we are made of chemistry and hormones and flesh. he is literally (falls to my knees) i CAN'TTT I CAN'TT HE IS LITERALLY THE FIRST CREATURE IN EXISTENCE TO CONJURE EMOTIONS ELECTRONICALLY i can't.
i Cannot.
i think another reason why i love him so much is that i just. i see a reflection in our system to him. something so terrible happened, and now it feels wrong if the world around you doesn't burn, too. if you can't be happy, no one can. oh my goddd all of the most unhealthy responses of trauma just JAMMED into this self-made digital god and he doesn't know what to Do and hugughhhhh
i have cried over him a few times. i can't lie. sobs. i love him. i love hm guys :,,,,( thank u zeetlezee.... i always love seeing you in my inbox.... uaaaahhh
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loveandleases · 14 hours ago
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Hello Lea, is it still make Chris suffer hour?
I have a headcanon that my gay MC thinks Chris wanted someone who can give him bio kids after all, assuming MC knows that Chris wants a family.
MC is also not thinking straight due to the shock so the fact Jade does not want kids slips his mind, so Chris is stuck with the sibling that's able to but won't give him the family he wants.
I imagine if the ROs are to learn of this, Cam (and maybe G, though I suspect G would rather have nothing to do with Chris) would be quite willing to stick it in Chris' face if they run into each other.
Or MC can just go "I understand you want kids, I know I can't give you that, I hope you are happy with Jade." to Chris' face.
More suffering for Chris if MC and chosen RO adopt and/or have kids down the line, and Chris runs into the happy family knowing full well that MC would have had a family with Chris if the incident didn't happen.
P.S. I can't stop thinking of Cam pelting Chris and Jade with snowballs and just bolting down the street after reading the posts about the storm, hope your electricity is back soon.
It definitely is! Such a good headcanon (pulls at the heart strings!) Oh yeah, Cam would say something—unless he truly believes Chris wants a family. If he thinks Chris is being honest about that, his empathy will keep him from saying anything too harsh. Even so, he can’t shake the thought that Chris wouldn’t make the best parent, being too narcissistic to see beyond themself. (G hasn't been around Chris much since... everything.)
Muuuuch more suffering if Chris sees MC have a family without them. He's enough of a gremlin that if he for some reason saw Chris on the same street he would toss one, and it wouldn't be the first time he hit Jade with one. Thank you!!! ❤️
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just-a-creep-babe · 2 days ago
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can u do ej and nurse ann with how their relationship is (if not cody and ej or ej and dr smiley)
Eyeless Jack & Nurse Ann
Strong dislike toward one another
EJ accepts that he’s a monster. He accepts that he needs to hurt others to survive. But he also makes the conscious decision every day to help people however he can to negate the harm he does. He chooses to do good
Ann is a creature of hate. She has suffered, so now everyone else must suffer, too. She drags people down and derives a sadistic kind of enjoyment from it
EJ knows what she does and he doesn’t approve, to put it lightly. He thinks that if she vowed to help people in her medical career, then she should’ve kept her vow—even in this other life. However, he does acknowledge that she’s a demon, one with much less of a grasp on her humanity, so he knows there’s not much he can do about it
Nurse Ann enjoys toying with him, just to see if she'd ever be able to break him. And, usually, when it doesn't work out, she gets frustrated and resorts to the one thing she knows best; attack
The two have gotten into a few fights, and while they wouldn’t actively get physical on sight, tensions are fairly high. They definitely don’t get along
Eyeless Jack & X-Virus
They have a really cute relationship—like the energetic nephew who’s always pestering the begrudging uncle kind of vibe
For some reason, Cody just loves bugging the shit out of EJ—affectionately, of course. He thinks it’s amusing that the hybrid’s so strong, yet so soft. He knows that whatever he does to him, EJ would never snap at him. The demon wouldn’t hurt a fly — so he certainly wouldn’t hurt Cody, and Cody loves taking advantage of that
EJ also knows that Cody’s bugging is all done affectionately, and the guy doesn’t have bad intentions (despite what he does for a living) so he just lets it happen
Both are also protective of one another, even though they probably wouldn’t admit it. It’s very endearing to see
Eyeless Jack & Doctor Smiley
Jack is pretty powerful—no doubt about it. Both he and the people around him know he can beat people’s asses if it comes down to it. So it really isn’t often that he feels… unnerved by someone
But, like, c’mon—have you seen Dr. Smiley? How could anyone not be creeped out by the guy?
Jack knows he could handle him in a confrontation—easily, at that. And, honestly, he isn’t one to usually want that sort of thing to happen, but with this guy, he kind of does. Partly because he thinks the doc probably deserves it, and partly because it’d just feel nice to sock that creep in the jaw
But Dr. Smiley never does anything that would merit a beating. He just stays there… creepily
Needless to say, Jack is not a fan
The doctor, on the other hand, honestly doesn’t care much about Jack. His interest in him goes only slightly farther than his interest in other people; it’d be more fun to pull him apart and dissect him, buts that’s about all he’d be good for
In terms of personality, well, Smiley thinks he’s a bit too much of a self-righteous rule-stickler. He doesn’t hold the highest opinion of him, but that isn’t anything new
Dr. Smiley hates everyone anyways, so Jack is no different.
Jack feels cautiously on-guard around the Dr. and the Dr. doesn’t much care for the hybrid. So their relationship is along the lines of formal acquaintances at best
Send in 2 characters & I’ll give my interpretation of how they feel about one another!!
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sabbathbloodysabbeth · 2 days ago
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Pretend just for a second that's me bursting through the walls from pure excitement.
Honestly, so many people are putting in so many great points on this post that I can’t respond to each individually. (I wish I could) If you are a writer that has a lot of anxiety I definitely recommend going through the responses of this post! It might help!
I believe that everyone here has great points and honestly, it's helping me a lot. Though I do kind of want to brush up on an area that I know I've been suffering with as a writer and someone who is disabled. Which is partially why I'm making this post now. (I'm in a constant battle with OCD and my ass is normally being handed to me)
Though there is definitely no "Perfect" word length, I know some (such as myself) have problems with fitting in or working without the cursed idea of having the perfect word count. For me, I find myself unable to post a chapter unless it's over 10k words because in my head that is the perfect length. This thought is false but also true at the same time. Apart of me knows that whatever length the chapter is, is perfect. But the other part (let's call it the word goblin) wants to meet a specific goal that is sometimes unachievable.
I'm chronically ill and this bastard (the goblin) wants me to sit down and write a 10k chapter in one sitting and when I don't, he (they/she/it/gob gob? I'm not on a first name or pronoun basis with this thing) begins to jump around in my skull like that DVD logo that never reaches the corner of the tv.
And that's something I'm struggling with right now. I used to be able to write a chapter (over 10k words) and feel proud of it within two days. Now I can barely make it to 4k words in a week but strangely I find that I'm still just as proud, if not more, of the things I'm writing. Even though sometimes I would love for Gregory House to just appear in front of me and bonk me on the head with his silly flamed cane and cure every little problem I have in my head. (Technically Foreman, the neurologist, would be the one who would have to help me but that's beside the point.) I know that without my silly little demon (Tourette's) and his little minions (other disabilities) that I probably would be stuck in the never-ending cycle of burning myself out.
As I write this, I realize that I've kind of lost the point I was making. What I was trying to say before my thoughts went wild was that if you are someone who can't escape the concept of "perfect" or need it to function (because lets be honest, some of us really need to be told what to do, me and decisions are constantly in a boxing ring dodging each other) just know that if you can't meet those standards its ok. It probably doesn't feel ok in the moment but that feeling won't last forever. You'll get back up whether you do it by yourself or someone manhandles you to your feet and smacks some sense back into you. (Or hugs you, what that someone does depends on the person you are. I'm a stubborn and spiteful little bitch so I need to get "smacked around" by someone to realize I don't have to do everything by myself.)
And as someone who needs to visually see that people really don't care that much about word lengths, I'm going to leave some screenshots below and I highly recommend any struggling writers who have OCD, chronic illnesses or are simply just a perfectionist to read them. And maybe it can help :)
Also sorry for the long post, I've been having these thoughts for days now and kind of wanted to release them into the world. But quick conclusion, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS PERFECT WHEN IT COMES TO WORD COUNT OR IN WRITING. WRITE WHATEVER YOU WANT. WRITE PORN, WRITE FLUFF, WRITE LITERALLY ANYTHING, THE WORLD IS YOURS BABY (the word baby is not being targeted at you as a person or as a reader but is just a word that sounded like it would fit and I felt that it belonged there you know?)
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I'm currently writing and trying to figure out what could be a possible middle ground for chapter lengths and just want some general feedback on what the (heavy on quotation) "perfect" length is. But I kind of want to hear why some of these lengths are better than others, or if you're someone who doesn't pay attention to length but the quality what are some things that normally keep you interested in longer chapters (or even shorter chapters) I have my own opinions as a reader but as a writer I'm very interested in what the 'general' opinion is. (I don't think I'll personally cater to the majority, but I really enjoy conversations that revolve around topics like this and its been a while since Ive had a deep conversation with other readers/writers and wanted to start one if anyone wants to discuss :)
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bixels · 2 months ago
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The more I think about it, the more I question Arcane S2's politics and themes, which were so foundational to S1. Like, a tiny example [SPOILERS AHEAD]:
Singed wins. He gets exactly what he wants in the end. All his "efforts" are rewarded. What does that say about people who share his ideology of eugenics? He is the source of nearly every horrible thing and conflict that happened (Shimmer, the factory deaths, Jinx, Vander as Warwick, the corruption of Viktor), and he gets a happier ending than any other character. Not even a 'he got what he wanted but he has become completely unrecognizable/monstrous to his daughter' tag at the end. You can say they're setting him up and need to open his daughter to future shows, but the way you end a character's story says something about what you think about that character. What does it say when the eugenicist war criminal gets the happy ending he doesn't deserve?
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jesuis-assez · 30 days ago
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↠ Tim & Lucy ↳ 2x10 - The Dark Side
#chenford#chenfordedit#the rookie#therookieedit#tim x lucy#jesuis-assez edits: chenford season 2#jesuis-assez edits: chenford#jesuis-assez edits: chenford scenes 2x10#I really didn't want to gif a single frame of Caleb. But I did want to gif this scene. So sacrifices had to be made 🤣#Absolute INSANE behavior Tim. INSANE! and yet justified given how much of a piece of sh-- Caleb turned out to be. He had creepy vibes#from the get go. It's interesting how Tim said that Lucy hesitated with Caleb.#The only hesitancy (and frustration) I detect is this conversation taking place while Tim is there and Lucy being very aware of that.#And Tim at the end handing her the paper. Lucy observing how he's acting and how quickly he shifted into protective mode. Tim standing#there with a part of him not feeling right about this whole thing & later projecting that as Lucy being the one who didn't.#He was overwhelmed by his guilt and in such anguish. Just falling apart at the thought of losing her because he gave her advice#as a friend and not as her training officer. Something awful happening to someone else. To Lucy... collecting more guilt#and piling it on top of all the other times that happened. That someone suffered because of 'his actions'#Neither Tim or Lucy saw this sadistic monster coming. And Tim may not have suspected him...#But there was something about Caleb and that interaction that had Tim stepping into that role of the fierce protector.#And Tim isn't only emitting protective energy here...🟢 * Puts a green circle there and doesn't elaborate * Yaass queen give us nothing 🤣#The green circle of jealousy and Tim is standing inside of it.#But he's also coming across as distrustful of Caleb's intentions which is not alarming as they're in the midst of the chaos#surrounding a serial killer. It's rather expected to be that way. It's how Tim said he should've known. He should've suspected him.#He's a cop. And yet he started interrogating like a cop would & as if he were a suspect. Asking for a last name. What he does for a living.#He behaved in that way for a reason. So something definitely felt off but the need to be Lucy's friend in that moment#that he encouraged her to go out with him came before his instinct to be a cop or even her T.O .#In other words... He prioritized Lucy and what he thought she needed. He shifted the focus from the case onto her by#suggesting she focus on something else. And when she was taken... that focus on her became heightened by the gravity of the situation.#+ The EYE CONTACT. Tim & Lucy having their own private moment. The silent communication between them while Caleb rambles on#in the background about something unimportant. I have so much more to say but I've reached my tag limit 🤣*whispers with feeling* f**k..
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mellosdrawings · 3 months ago
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OOOOOO CAN I ASK HOW WOULD THE N2 SQUAD REACT TO EACH OF THEM DYING?
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What have you unleashed?
(WARNING: Angst, allusions to death, all that fun stuff. Nothing graphic tho, don't worry)
Jamil
He shouldn’t be surprised.
Well… He isn't surprised. Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things. Not for more than a few months, anyway.
Every once in a while, life takes pity on him and throws some nice, agreeable news his way. Just enough so that he lets his guard down. Just enough so that he allows himself to think maybe things will get better. Just enough so that he can pretend he isn't chained to a fate he will never escape.
A letter to NRC, a plan that goes a little too well, a couple of upperclassmen who seem to genuinely love him for who he is and not who he pretends to be.
So of course it doesn't last. Life gives and life takes.
Kalim follows, Octavinelle gets involved, Leona and Vil-
Well…
He isn't surprised.
Jamil Viper doesn't get nice things.
Vil
They look at him like they expect something from him. Horror, anger, ugly tears maybe. Just a reaction. Anything. Anything at all.
Vil doesn't give them that. Doesn't give them an opportunity to pity him. Doesn't give them food for gossip. Doesn't give them any material to make this topic last for any longer than it has to.
He knows how it works. Someone snaps a pic of him at his lowest, someone records his voice breaking during an interview, someone catches his lips tremble for but a second, and everybody will start talking about it again. And again. And again. For as long as there is a reaction from him. For as long as the topic attracts views.
Suffering brings more views than success.
So Vil doesn't react. Doesn't say a thing. Doesn't acknowledge the topic.
Better to be a cold asshole for a few weeks than to hear about it for years.
And in the darkness of his own room, where there is no camera, no eyes, and no ears to witness his grief-
Vil cries himself to sleep.
Leona
It’s just sand.
Only sand.
For miles and miles, further than the eye can see, nothing but sand.
Ruggie had the clever foresight to send all of Savanaclaw packing when Leona got the news. They would be sand too otherwise.
Who cares.
Who fucking cares.
He could turn the whole world to sand and it wouldn't be enough.
He might as well turn his own heart into sand.
It would hurt less.
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vynxwave · 1 day ago
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Even if it's serving a larger theme, I really don't like the thought of Starscream not having subjectivity when it comes to his evil actions? It actually makes me kind of uncomfortable to see that stripped away from him…
Agreed. I feel like him choosing to do evil himself is so important. Him not having had this choice in becoming evil I feel may ironically weaken his ending message in #14 — "Never again will I be the property of anyone! I will be the master of my own destiny. / The captain of my own fate." — because his fate/destiny, while no longer directly held by Megatron, has been greatly impacted by being corrupted by Megatron in a way that's seemingly irreversible. (...I really wonder what's gonna go down when Megatron and Starscream meet again? I wouldn't think he'd be killed [or whatever'd happen to him] so soon after getting 2 issues dedicated to his backstory, though)
I suspect the gun idea arose from wanting to answer a question one might having watching the cartoon — "why would Megatron let someone who openly covets his position wield him?"
Megatron victimizes and traumatizes many people but I think it's almost always so "meritless" when Starscream is shown to be victimized like this because it like, consumes his character and also Megatron's character, as if part of Starscream's core identity is victimhood and Megatron is targeting him (beyond Decepticon-y retaliation for assassination attempts or something) intentionally as his outlet for anger and violence, and I feel it doesn't do justice to either character.
I absolutely feel the same way about all of this. When writers have Megatron victimize Starscream, I feel that it's often just a shorthand way to go "look how brutal and evil Megatron is" without any deeper consideration of the ramifications for what portraying their dynamic in this way means. (Spotlight: Megatron comes to mind...)
Heavy on this kind of dynamic consuming their characters and feeling it doesn't do either character justice.
Prime probably cannot go unmentioned for popularizing the portrayal of their dynamic like this. Considering this, I don't think their dynamic in Prime has any merit at all; and I think it ought to be seen as fundamentally unsalvageable & poor writing — and subsequently not worth repeating at all...
I really don't feel that Starscream and Megatron offer anything as a depiction of an abusive dynamic because the entire point of it is always to show Megatron's brutality and Starscream suffering — neither of which mean anything! I really don't feel like Megatron targeting Starscream like that has a point (save for like Decepticony retaliation like you said) because Megatron doesn't treat many people well in the first place (and, neither does Starscream).
I was going to write more about this but I wasn't satisfied with it (I'll have to do some reading/watching to formulate my thoughts better I think).
Ultimately, Starscream is in Megatron's inner circle because he covets Decepticon leadership (which would entail Megatron's death/defeat) and Megatron will not take kindly to his usurpation attempts.
I'd get hate for it, but I think in terms of just characterization, looking past the larger theme Skybound might have, that Earthspark let Starscream be his own person and portrayed him far more effectively.
I think so too, now with all of Skybound Starscream's evil being essentially from Megatron corrupting him.
Whereas in EarthSpark, fitting with its themes, it was Starscream himself who chose to do evil, discarding others to his own detriment, and faced the consequences of his decision. Definitely one of my favorite Starscream iterations.
When it comes to Optimus in Skybound, I'm also really curious about his arc, and I feel he escapes the issues I see in Starscream's story because Optimus and characters like Elita-1 make it clear that this is a return to a way Optimus was in the past that he's tried to move on from.
Yeah, and it's much more gradual than Starscream's story, allowing Optimus to have subjectivity after the moments his hand is forced where he's shown to be greatly disturbed by it.
…I actually kind of hope what happens with Cliffjumper's plan is something deeply upsetting and tragic, in which the new person created is in a state akin to Dinobot II or Rampage in Beast Wars!
Me too tbh. I hope that's the direction it'll go.
Also your comment about Arcee reminded me of a previous thing that felt kinda discrepant — in #14 Brawl eagerly claims he and Onslaught overheard Soundwave plotting against Shockwave, but in #10 their dialogue doesn't really read like that? Maybe I'm just nitpicking...
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More detailed thoughts on the current arc of the Skybound comics (spoilers for up to the most current issue, #16) in which I give some more insight into why I'm still kinda ambivalent about certain parts:
Starting with the negatives to get them out of the way (they're not super serious or anything but I think they're why I'm not sure how I feel yet).
The characters who are part of the Combiners are not really characterized at all, and when they are it seems very odd. The Combaticons as big Starscream fans is really strange to see, especially when I remember their G1 debut. Mostly, the Constructicons and Combaticons feel like they're fulfilling rank-filling roles.
It's too vague right now to know what exactly happened between Starscream and Megatron in the past, but if Megatron was compelling or mind-controlling Starscream, I think that doesn't really do Starscream a lot of justice. However (and this is a big however) I believe this plotline is probably symbolic and ties into what's going on with Optimus. This series seems to be exploring the harsh realities of war and its corrupting influences, so even if I'm not sure about how one particular character is written, it may serve the greater narrative.
Arcee's crisis in #16 didn't make sense to me? She didn't jeopardize anything at all, that was only Optimus's (wrong) interpretation... and he went and killed Shockwave anyway! It just seemed odd to me to see her be comforted by Optimus when it almost feels a little hypocritical.
The thing I still find most frustrating is, unsurprisingly, how Jazz is written in this series. He barely feels like a real person with depth even now. Although nothing is like, contradicting his G1 characterization, the fact that Jazz was one of the most prominent and fleshed-out of all the transformers is making me feel like he's not being utilized very well. He always had lots of interesting things to say in the cartoon but I don't feel like that's happening here.
Now onto the positive things!
I continue to adore what DWJ's doing with Elita-1. We get to see her now as a leader of a team, a trait I've been waiting for, and I was surprised by and enjoy her friendship with Warpath! I never would've thought of something like that, but I guess it makes sense. They've been portrayed as Cybertronian resistance fighters before. Her smile while he's getting repaired was so sweet.
In a similar vein, I love seeing characters who have always been around but rarely focused on getting much more attention and care in the narrative. Bluestreak's ruthlessness was great to see focused on and maybe this series will do something more with the fact that his backstory is like Cliffjumper's in this series. I was really excited to see Trailbreaker, a character with a ton of potential, get to shine a little too! I really hope he goes on to be a major character.
Astrotrain is also a highlight for me, and I was pretty surprised to hear he wants revenge against Megatron because... Megatron killed his love interest? This is a surprising and confusing turn I never would've thought of, but I guess this is how Astrotrain would act if such a thing happened, and I'm wracking my brain trying to guess what the backstory is there. I think I'd prefer if this was about a pre-existing character and not an OC, because I found Starscream's backstory about a dead OC friend kinda weak TBH.
I'm super excited to see further fallout of Thundercracker feeling so betrayed and I was happy that this finally happened.
Megatron using Laserbeak as his eyes is really cool and I doubt DWJ would do this, but it would kind of be nice if Megatron was just blind for the whole series.
I'm really eager to see how this comic approaches the deep-seating transformer cultural issue of creating new life to be soldiers thing now that its reared its ugly head, and if Cliffjumper might have some kind of crisis later on if he feels guilt over his choices.
The art is just incredible and continues to be!
For now, I think I'm waiting to see if all this comes together like the end of the last arc worked so well.
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asurrogateblog · 3 months ago
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The Syd Poll
the topic of this poll is one that is frequently avoided in the pink floyd fandom, but inevitably one we all consider – our individual views on what we think caused syd's psychological struggles (and by extension, led to his departure from the band). I think that – at least in this neighborhood of tumblr – this is a conversation we are capable of having in a way that is civil, nuanced, and at least minimally disrespectful to syd.
So, to help facilitate this, here are some ground rules:
let's all assume we have a mutual understanding of the complexities of this. syd could never actually be reduced down to a poll, and all of our viewpoints are limited in various ways
the poll options just serve as just a conversation starter, and responses are not necessarily a statement of absolute beliefs
feel free to discuss as much or as little of your own perspective as you feel comfortable sharing.
in the case that debates break out, please try to assume good intent – and also demonstrate it (unless, for instance, someone is being blatantly insulting beyond a misunderstanding that needs correcting)
please do NOT vote if you are not actually a pink floyd fan with at least basic knowledge about what we're talking about here.
The options I've included below are not meant to be exhaustive, they are simply the "theories" that I have seen most commonly circulated. I have also decided not to include combinations. I'm fairly sure we'd all agree multiple factors were involved. Rather than make the poll too complicated, I ask you to instead select the one that you think is the "most" important to your viewpoint, and clarify further in your tags/comments as you wish.
so. here we go.
READ BEFORE VOTING ^^^^
(note of correction: "late-onset schizophrenia" should just be "schizophrenia". the typical timeline for onset of symptoms is late adolescence/early adulthood, so syd would've been well within that period at the time)
#pink floyd#syd barrett#//#I will sacrifice myself and go first with way too much detail. hopefully it will help other people feel more comfortable talking#I chose consensual use of psychedelics. mainly bc I am fairly certain that he suffered from severe hppd#it stands for 'hallucinogen persisting perception disorder' –speaking crudely its 'did too much acid and got stuck like that'#I do NOT expect this kind of oversharing from anyone else but the reason I think that is because -I- definitely have that#its comparatively mild but I notice a lot of the same kind of impacts.#I'm more prone to dissociation and overstimulation. it takes more mental energy to communicate. my perception plays a bit fast and loose.#(again. it's not -that- bad. and NO pity for me this was a completely predictable outcome that I DO think is a little funny) but digressing#I can clearly see how if those symptoms were significantly escalated it would be just like what was described by ppl who knew syd#I think its very unkind to refer to him as a “drug casualty”#but I'm fairly confident anyone who's done acid would say by about hour 8 of the trip “okay. yah. too much of this could do that to someone#in other words –although I'm pretty sure syd was also neurodivergent– I do think its at least possible that the lsd couldve been enough#I'm happy to talk more about any of this in asks/dms if anyone wants. genuinely very cool with discussing it#but anyway. that's my take – obviously based entirely on anecdotal evidence tho so take that with as many grains of salt as you wish
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waitineedaname · 9 months ago
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reading the novel, i love how blatantly indulgent of the juniors lan wangji is. when he was their age, he was duelling wei wuxian over broken rules and lived his life by behaving as precisely as what was expected of him, and now as an adult, he's basically letting the juniors do whatever they want as long as it isn't unsafe and generally letting the kids act like kids
which leaves wei wuxian to have to be the one playing bad cop. wei "has never followed anyone else's rules in his life" "bane of lan qiren's existence" "public enemy number one" wuxian has to be the one being like "oh my god don't burn money on someone else's doorstep, don't you know that's rude. you kids need to focus on your studies more, why isn't anyone teaching you anything useful, do i have to do everything myself around here"
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agapestricken · 3 months ago
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hello, hello, you all — so... i hope you all are having a great thursday thus far, and i thought i'd bring this up now since i hadn't before; but with ana's zombification comes some noticeable differences to his behavior as well as appearance. because, and don't get me wrong, he was already pale before... but now anastasiy's skin now has this pallor that takes on a sickly look. and it has become necessary for ana to have to apply some concealer to his skin daily to hide the fact that his lips are, indeed, sort of tinged blue + some veins (particularly around his eyes and mouth) can clearly be seen and it definitely isn't the most uhh. natural look, to say the least JSJSJ
now, i'll probably cover more about his behavioral differences later, but one thing is that this man does have these SICK and TWISTED urges to consume human flesh as a zombie would in typical fiction would... so that's lovely / j LMAO nahhh, i'm totally being sarcastic with y'all right now as that is actually horrifying. but anastasiy does try his darndest to resist giving into this temptation because cannibalism is a BIG no-no in society for a reason (because its absolutely terrible and extremely gross) + with... slightly mixed results 😬
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