#he makes drunk deadbeat dads look good

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - Tales of Terror; Morella

[eclipseslayer]

PRETTY PINK PANTIES

• TOJI FUSHIGURO X F!READER SMUT ONESHOT

• SUMMARY: Toji catches a glimpse of your panties one morning and then gets drunk to take his mind off of it. However, his drunk mind seems to have other plans when he finds himself suddenly in your bedroom.

• CW: DARK CONTENT! Icky!dad!Toji, panty-sniffing, masturbation, incest.

• WC: 1kish

Another night, another drink.

Toji groans as he downs his fourth beer, feeling the weight of the liquid sit in his stomach, making for a rather unpleasant feeling. He scratches his stomach while he feels his head go into a woozy state from all of the alcohol he's consumed.

He grunts.

He wouldn't have to feel this shitty if he didn't drink to get over what he saw earlier today.

The memory keeps playing back in his mind like a broken record, and it makes Toji want to smack his skull against the wall, because he knows he shouldn't think about it, but, fuck, for some reason, he can't help it.

You were leaving early this morning to go to class. Toji was making himself some coffee, when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he sees you bend over to tie a loose lace on your sneaker, revealing your tight, pink panties beneath your skirt.

Toji quickly whipped his head away the second he laid his eyes on your underwear, not wanting to stare at them a second longer because he knew it was wrong.

But... fuck. Despite it all, he couldn't get those pretty pink panties that hugged your ass so well out of his head.

You're his kid. He can't be thinking like this.

Sure, he's always been kinda a deadbeat due to your mom missing in his life, but he couldn't do this to you.

He gets up from the couch, and, drunkenly, nearly stumbles over the coffee table.

No, he can't. He won't.

His head, clouded with the alcohol, makes the decision for him despite his nagging thoughts, as his mind takes control of his feet and moves them towards your room.

She's my fucking kid... can't do this—

Toji stumbles over his feet again but he catches himself on your doorframe.

Fuck.

He huffs; a heavy breath escapes him while he holds himself on the doorframe, and his eyes scan your room, looking for something that'll remove this weird attraction towards you—anything, especially something that'll gross him out or see you in a new bad light—

Ah, shit.

His eyes widen suddenly when he sees them: pretty pink panties, sitting on the floor of your room, discarded without a thought to the mind.

Toji's heart races in his chest, his throat constricting as if all the air has vanished. He can only manage a shaky exhale, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of fear that seeps into his mind.

What the hell am I doing? Toji wonders to himself, and yet, his feet take him forward again.

Slowly, one foot in front of the other, his feet drag him along, and Toji wants to grasp onto something, anything, maybe hold onto the doorframe to keep himself from sinking into this deep, dark hole, but, the alcohol clouds his restraint, making him lose himself to his deepest, darkest desires as he reaches down and picks up the pretty pink panties.

He swallows thickly as he stares down at the panties in his hands. His heart picks up its' pace again, and he lets out another shaky breath once he feels his cock hardening just from the sheer sight of the panties alone.

He looks around, looking for you, but then suddenly remembers you're still on campus, probably doing a late-night class.

His cock strains against his pants again, as if it's telling Toji to just do it—do what he needs to do and get it over with, so, hesitantly, he listens to his urge. He slowly lifts the panties to his nose and he inhales softly at first, but, once he gets a small whiff, he becomes quickly addicted and so he inhales. He inhales strongly as the fabric of the panties stick to his nostrils, filling his head with the scent of you.

And, God, do you smell good. Your panties smell warm, and ripe, like you had been sweating in them all day. There's even little bleach stains on the lining of the panties where your discharge had been.

Fuck.

If he could get his hands on you right now, he'd be the happiest man alive, burying his face between your thighs to smell and lick your pussy to death, until you'd be cumming all over his tongue, but he can't so his hand begins to grope his own hard dick through the fabric or his pants.

He groans, leaning his head back as he lets out a shaky sigh against the fabric of your panties. He keeps them on his face while his hands move down to slip off his sweatpants where he tugs on the grey hemline, slipping them down until the fall into a pool around his ankles.

He huffs when his eyes dart down to look at his dick poking through his underwear. He should be ashamed that he's this hard after smelling his daughter's underwear, but, he's too far in now to give a fuck.

He tugs his underwear down and lets it fall down around his legs and he sighs when he finally frees his cock from their constricting confines.

He pushes the panties to the side on his face so he can spit into his hand with ease, before bringing his hand back down to his aching cock where he begins to slowly pump himself.

He groans, lowly, as he revels in the smell of your panties. His cock throbs in his hand while he continues to smell deeply, imagining that this was your pussy right here in front of his face.

God, how he wishes it were so. He wishes his tongue was pressed deep into your pussy, tasting the sweat that had leaked from your body during the day. He wishes his lips were wrapped around your clit, sucking on it fervently while you would whine and moan about his good his tongue is. He wishes his fingers were curling inside you, over and over again so he could hear your wet, squelching cunt as it would gush around him.

He'd call you his "good girl" and would kiss your thighs, thanking you for letting him explore your body—which is something he's been wanting to do for what seems like a while now, as he finally admits it to himself.

He just can't help but get hard around you. He doesn't know why, but he does. He knows it's shameful, which is why he turned around so quickly this morning from catching a glimpse from your pretty pink panties.

Nevertheless, he grunts as he continues to pump his cock in his fist.

The pace is slow and lazy at first, as he wants to savor the smell of your pussy on his nose, but then, it grows more desperate, more needy as he imagines different scenarios with you.

Maybe he'll actually be inside of you one day, if he can convince you—as now, he's convinced himself that he wants this—or maybe he'll fuck that pretty mouth of yours and hold onto your hair while doing it.

"Ugh... haa... haa..." Toji moans as his breath starts to get heavy.

His grip tightens around his cock, focusing on the head of it which sends a jolt down his spine. He squeezes it, and lets out another groan, making his body shudder.

He inhales your panties again, and his pumping turns faster. He groans.

It's a constant cycle of sniffing, inhaling, and then pumping at a quicker pace, until Toji feels his balls tighten.

He brings his other hand down and squeezes his balls gently and then—

He cums.

He groans, loudly, and finishes right there in the middle of your room, shooting cum into his fist and some of it leaks onto the floor.

Breathing heavily, he hangs his head while his chest rises up and down, letting the panties fall back onto the floor, where they were.

He huffs, and a low chuckle erupts from him upon looking at the scene on the floor and his hand, as post-nut clarity finally hits him.

"Ah, fuck. What the hell have I done?"

[loomiseater]

Good girl

warnings: smut ofc!, slight breeding kink, spit (once not in the mouth), older man younger woman, oral m!receiving, virginity loss, intercourse, and reader is 18!

Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.

Billy Butcher x younger fem!reader

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A/N: (Writing in butchers accent is too hard for me so ima just write normally 😭)

Written: August 25th, 2024-September 1st, 2024

Published: September 1st, 2024

Summary: You've had a crush on Butcher for ages and he finally gives you a chance.

wc: 1,707

“What’re you doing up so late, doll?” Butcher questioned as I walked towards him to the living room couch. “I could ask you the same question” I replied as he smirked and took a sip of his whiskey.

I took a seat next to him on the couch before I spoke up. “I just wanted to say..thank you. Thank you for being there when my dad didn’t want to be” I sincerely said. Butcher was my dad’s best friend. My father was a drunk deadbeat..only showed up when he wanted something.

Butcher is truly the only man in my life who loves me, and I thank him for that. He took on that responsibility when he didn’t have to.

He brought me into his chest and kissed my forehead.

Even though Butcher practically raised me, I couldn’t help but find myself attracted to him. Can you blame me though? From his accent, his personality, his natural authoritative demeanor, and his beard.

I’m really glad he grew it out..he looks even more sexier in it. Butcher is the true definition of a dilf. 

As he pulled away, I grabbed his chin and brought him into a deep, passionate, loving kiss. This kiss is something I’ve been craving for years, the taste of whiskey lingered on his tongue. 

He pulled away from the kiss first, we were both breathless from our kiss. Butcher looked at me with such shock and another look I couldn’t quite comprehend. 

“Why did you do that?” He asked before sitting his glass down. His tone sounded as if he was angry with a hint of disgust. “Because I love you- and you love me” I stated. His words hurt, it felt like a knife to my heart. He shook his head before responding “You’re too young for me, Y/n” 

“But I’m 18. I’m not too young!” I cried. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose, the look on his face looked as if he was deciding wether he wanted to do it or not. He sighed before answering “Y/n, you’re my best friend’s daughter. What kind of man would I be if I fu-“ before he could finish I cut him off. 

“So you do wanna have sex with me? Because so far you haven’t said anything about my looks so far!” I expressed as I raised my hands. “You little-“ I cut his words off again by sitting on his lap.

His bulge was obvious, I don’t know why he was hiding it. As I sat down on his lap he let an earthy groan. I placed both of my hands on his face directing him to make eye contact with me. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t want this” I lowly said. My voice was firm but had a hint of desperation.

He looked everywhere in the room except my face and didn’t say anything. 

I took that as my answer. I kissed him again, this time grinding myself onto him. Our tongues were fighting for dominance, his obviously winning. He gripped my waist as I moaned into our kiss. It was filled with passion, lust, desperation, and most importantly…love.

I pulled away from the kiss and I went straight to trying to unbuckle his belt. He grabbed my hands, stopping me from undoing his belt. “Slow down, love” he softly said with a chuckle. 

“But I want it now!” I pouted. I’ve never been this desperate in my life. 

“Have you even had sex before?” He asked with a soft laugh. I looked down and shook my head no. I was kind of embarrassed, Billy probably doesn’t want an inexperienced girl. 

“Hey, look at me” he said as he grabbed my chin. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, okay? Well take it slow, aye?” I nodded my head in response. 

He stood up and threw me over his shoulders, taking me to his bedroom.

“Butcher! Put me down!” I giggled as he slapped my ass in response. “Ow!” I yelped before he threw me on his bed. I was flat on back as he was now in between my parted legs. Butcher ran his fingers up and down on my thighs. His eyes were filled with nothing but lust at the moment.

“I want you so bad in ways you can’t imagine” I expressed. He then grabbed my face and brought me into another kiss. As we were kissing, I began to unbuckle his belt and move his jeans down. 

“I gotta stretch you out first” He said after he pulled away from the kiss. “With your fingers?” I asked he nodded a yes. “I don’t want your fingers, I want your dick” I said with a hint of irritation behind my voice. “I just- I don’t wanna hurt you, thats all” Butcher explained.

“No fingers. Just your dick” I said as he groaned. “Fuck! You’re so sexy” he grunted as I giggled.

Before I could say anything else he was pulling my pants down and began to rub my clothed clit. The feeling was new and definitely overwhelming. “Butcher!” I moaned while gripping his arm. 

I was wetter than before I was just a couple of minutes ago. He began to rub faster and there was now a wet spot on my panties. “That feel good?” He cockily asked as I moaned in response. It felt so good.

He denied that was enough and finally took my panties off. His eyes had the sparkle to it as he looked down. My bare pussy right in front of his eyes and for his eyes only.

“Such a pretty pussy” he commented as he pressed a kiss against. My stomach fluttered at his actions. He motioned his finger for me to get up and I did. I pulled his boxers down and was met with his dick. Long, thick, curved and had pre cum leaking from his pink tip. My eyes widened, I had never seen a dick in real life let alone touch one.

I started stroking him as he groaned and leaned his head back. “Shit!” He moaned to himself. I stayed stroking for about another 30 seconds before he moved my hand. 

“Spit on it” he demanded. I didn’t question him, I did as he said. I spat on his hard cock he moved my spit around on it and pushed me back flat on my back on the bed. I pulled my shirt off as I was now completely bare in front of him. I had been braless all day.

He spread my legs open and tapped his dick at my entrance. “It might hurt a little, you’re gonna feel a big stretch, okay?” 

“Okay” I winced as he slowly pushed himself inside of me. We both moaned in sync. My mouth opened so wide as I felt the painful yet satisfying stretch. “Fuck! so fucking tight!” He grunted. Billy pulled out and slid right back inside of me. He began to thrusts and thats when my eyes rolled back.

It felt like he was itching something I couldn’t reach. ‘Mhmmm!” I moaned. “Look at you, taking my dick so good” he said with a smirk. “Yes! I love this dick!” I shouted as he let out a dark chuckle. 

He sped up his pace and it felt like I was on cloud 9. The room was filled with sounds of his ballsack slapping my clit and his groans mixed my moans. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting this” I said in between moans as my nails dug into his back. “Yea? Explains all those little tight skirts and shorts you would wear around me” he started off. “And when you would bend over in that pretty little skirt and your thong would peak out” he finished as he bit my lip.

“Only for you!” I choked out. I felt this feeling in my lower stomach. I think I was getting close to orgasming and Billy new it too.

He lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder and it was a new angle were he was somehow deeper than he was before. It felt so damn good. “Looking at my dick stretching out this pretty pussy. You’d look so good carrying my babies” he said as he began placing kisses in the crook of my neck.

I felt myself squeeze his dick from the comment he just made and thats when Billy let out this loud moan. “ I’d carry all your babies” I lowly said as I brought him into another kiss. It was sloppy. I pulled his hair as I then felt his dick twitch inside me. He must be close. Who knew Butcher had a hair pulling kink.

He started giving me deep powerful strokes and thats when my body just felt like it exploded with pleasure. My legs shook and my pussy was pulsing against him. I gripped his hair as I came around him. “William!” I screamed.

I felt his warm liquid shoot inside me. He still thrusted a bit coming down from his high. His breath was heavy as he collapsed on top of me. His cologne filling my nostrils. “That was amazing” I said as I was trying to catch my breath. “Best pussy I ever had” he said before placing a kiss to my forehead. 

He moved himself off of me and I saw his cum leaking from out of my and dribbling onto my inner thighs. Butcher noticed this and grabbed my legs, he scooped up some of his cum and placed it into my mouth as I groaned and rolled my eyes back. It had a salty taste but since it was Butchers cum, I was gonna eat it nonetheless. 

He looked down at me as I did so. “How that taste?” He asked teasingly as I smirked. “So good, baby” I responded. 

He scooped up more oh his come that was oozing out of me and smeared on his dick that was already smothered in my juices. “Be a good girl on get on ya for me, will ya?” 

I got on my knees as I took him whole in my mouth and his knees buckled a bit. 

“Good girl” 

[tetsunabouquet]

Attack On Titan: Babydaddy Headcanons

A/N: This is just me thinking about how many they'd have, the gender and how they would raise them, etc.

Levi

-This man is a girl dad in the sense he only had one child and its a daughter. -It was a conscious decision. Whilst he loves you and would never deny you the joy of a child if you wanted to be a mom, he's also a man that lives a life of danger. Even if he's humanity's soldier, he has enough emotional awareness to know there are times where you or your daughter will worry and he wants to keep the number of people worried about him as low as possible. -He's not overprotective because she's an Ackerman but if someone even thinks of laying a hand on his daughter he'd chop their fingers off before they even reach her scalp. -As soon as she's old enough to fight, Levi will train her just like Kenny taught him because he knows the world is that cruel. However, any titan she interacts with until she's actually old enough to be a soldier will be none except for Hange's test subjects so she can see the danger she might choose with her own eyes to make an informed decision. -A secret reason he also shows her Hange's test subjects is that he wants to provide her with an example how not to interact with titans in Hange.

Eren

-Was a girl dad until his final kid popped out as a boy. -Armin pointed out the funny coincidence of his family unit being inverse to his own childhood; considering Grisha used to be a boy dad until adopting Mikasa. -Low-key looked good whenever his daughters would do his hair. Sometimes you wonder if looking like Carla is why Eren looks good with the sloppy feminine hairstyles. -He doesn't loves his son any less though. If anything, the way his daughters act towards him reminds him of how Mikasa used to treat him so whenever his son feels smothered, he understands his son and has his back. -In this scenario, his titan form obviously doesn't come with the 13 year curse limitations so he's somewhat worse as Levi when it comes to harming his kids. Because Eren would just squash them like bugs in his titan form.

Zeke

-Only becomes a father because he got drunk with you, who he already felt conflicted about loving. So like Levi, he makes the conscious decision to keep it at that one kid. -I do think Zeke would have a boy though. -He would play baseball with his son every day and try to be the father Ksaver was to him. -Zeke's plans to euthanize the Subjects of Ymir morphs into a plan to mutate all Subjects of Ymir into the same condition as the Ackerman clan and destroy the titan ability itself which would leave him as the final inheritor of the Beast Titan (speaking of which I might someday make a post with all the alternatives to the Rumbling that Isayama couldn't think of when he wrote himself into a corner) -Because of his negative experience with education and indoctrination, Zeke actually is an advocate for unschooling to a certain extent. He will teach his kid to read, write and basics but he's not fond of certain subjects like history because its in their world just filled with propoganda that Zeke is tired of.

Reiner

-Was very insecure about becoming a dad considering his own was happily a deadbeat but once he started having kids he couldn't stop at one so he had 4 kids. -Has two boys and two girls. -Because he was raised by a single mom, he works extra hard to be a good husband and father not just for the sake of the kids or his love for them. No, its also out of his devotion to you and not wanting you to know the hardships his mother faced in the slightest. -The sort of father who proudly displays the artwork of his children around his Vice Chief office at the Marleyan governmental building. -Teaches his sons to be better men and not make the mistakes he did as he teaches his daughters not to allow men to use them for their bodies in the way his mother was used and discarded. The way he goes about their gender roles and preparing them for life can be quite feminist for the time period AOT is set in but due to his upbringing and knowing so many powerful women, it shaped him quite a bit.

Armin

-A boy and a girl -Armin really wanted a mini you so when your first was a boy, he tried again and got what he wanted. -Not that he doesn't loves his son though, and thinks he's way cuter then he ever was as a child, which he reasons is your genetic makeup's doing. -Touch his children and he will find a way to poison you. He's way more clever and sneaky when it comes to taking revenge compared to Levi and Eren. -Similar to Reiner, he eats up anything his kids make and finds the most horrible drawings of a cat to be the best amazing artwork ever.

Erwin

-Just like Levi, being part of the scouts made him restrict himself to one child. -However, unlike Levi, he has a harder time as your child tempts him into wanting more of them as he loves seeing the union of yours and his features. -It's a boy -Hange often teases you and Erwin that he and Historia's daughter might become an item as they grew up together as babes of the Scouts regiment. -Has a habit of dropping asleep right next to his son after he's come home after a long day of titan slaying and reports about it.

[minimoxha]

Deadbeat dad! Toji

Summary: Norhihg, i did this in fifteen minutes idk what this is! Stay to the end for my A/N <3

Pairing: Toji/Reader , Gojo/reader. Not edited.

So you wanna try to come back now?” Looking at toji and how he looks, you were bewildered to see the man you didn’t think you’d see again standing at your doorstep with flowers that looked like they were mere inches from death. He was still a godamn cheapskate.

“Look baby, i was in a bad space and i wasn’t ready to be a father. I wanna be a father now , for gumi.”

You stood at the doorstep, staring at Toji with a mixture of surprise and hesitation. The sight of him, holding wilted flowers and expressing a sudden desire to be a father for Gumi, left you speechless. You couldn't help but feel a flood of conflicting emotions, memories of past disappointments mingling with a glimmer of hope.

Taking a deep breath, you gathered yourself and calmly replied, "Toji, it's been six years since you walked away. Six years of struggles, of raising Gumi on my own. How can I trust that you're truly ready now? Why would I even give you the option to come back?"

Toji's eyes flickered with a hint of regret as he lowered his gaze. "I know I made mistakes, and I can't change the past. But I've done a lot of soul-searching, reflecting on what I've missed out on. I realize now that being a father is more than just a title; it's about being there for our child, supporting them, and showing them love. I want to make up for lost time, for the moments I wasn't there." He didn’t even sound serious, he sounded drunk. He most likely wasn’t drunk but he sounded like he was on hard drugs.

Your mind raced, torn between the desire to protect Gumi from disappointment and the possibility of a renewed and involved father figure. Questions flooded your thoughts, and you found yourself asking, "Toji, what's different now? Why should I believe that things will be any different this time?"

Toji's voice trembled slightly as he spoke. “Baby, give me one more chance. Let me prove to you that i could love you and megumi.”

You glanced at the wilting flowers in Toji's hands, a metaphor for the fragility of your hope. But within that fragility, a glimmer of possibility began to emerge. You knew you needed to consider Gumi's well-being above all else, but perhaps there was room for growth and forgiveness.

"I need time, Toji," you finally replied, the weight of uncertainty evident in your voice. "Gumi deserves a committed and loving father. Show me, over time, that you truly mean what you say. Show me, and maybe, just maybe, we can try to build something new."

Toji nodded, understanding the gravity of your request. "I'll do whatever it takes, for Gumi and for you. I'll prove that I can be the father our child deserves and be the man that could please you.” You give him a nod and shut the door, letting your hands linger as your emotions come washing over you. You were supposed to be over Toji, having moved on after six years but the day you seen him again it seems like all your hard work in your self and raising Megumi just went down the drain.

A pair of arms wrap around your waist. “Who was that at the door?” Your fiancé said from behind. You turned around to get a good look at your white haired fiancé, Gojo holding megumi in his hands. That’s when it came to

you for why exactly you changed and left that man alone. Not only because he was broke but because of the new man who brought change in you.

You felt the familiar wrap of arms around your waist, only to realize it was your fiancé, the cocky and confident Gojo, who was holding you close. His question about the visitor at the door dripped with disdain as he asked, "Who was that at the door?"

You turned around to face Gojo, taking in his signature smug expression and the way he effortlessly held Megumi in his hands. A mix of emotions danced in your eyes as you remembered the past, and you couldn't help but notice how Gojo's distaste for Toji was evident.

"It was Toji," you replied, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

Gojo's eyes narrowed with disdain as he scoffed, "Toji, huh? Figures. The guy was nothing but a broke loser, just like I always said."

You couldn't help but sigh, knowing that Gojo's strong dislike for Toji was deeply ingrained. "It wasn't just about him being broke, Gojo. There were other reasons why I left him or why he left me.”

Gojo smirked confidently, his arrogance shining through. "Well, whatever they were, I'm glad you did. Good riddance to that sorry excuse of a man. With me, you've got someone who knows how to handle things, how to provide, and how to take care of you and our little one."

You couldn't deny the truth in his words. Gojo possessed a certain charm and charisma that had drawn you in, but his cockiness sometimes rubbed you the wrong way. "I appreciate your confidence, Gojo, but let's not forget that it takes more than material wealth to make a good partner and father."

His smirk wavered slightly, but his eyes remained determined. "I know that, babe. But you saw what Toji was like—unreliable, irresponsible. I'm the complete opposite. I'm here, I'm present, and I won't let you or Megumi down."

You couldn't deny that Gojo's presence had brought stability and support to your life, but a part of you couldn't help but feel torn. "I do appreciate everything you've brought into our lives, Gojo, but let's try not to let our personal feelings cloud our judgment. It's important for Megumi to have a healthy relationship with both of his parents, even if Toji wasn't the best at first. I just don’t know if we could trust him. "

Gojo's expression dropped slightly, a hint of understanding flickering in his eyes. "Alright, I'll try to keep my personal feelings in check. But don't forget, I'll always be the better man for you and Megumi."

You chuckled softly, a mix of exasperation and affection. "Shut up, idiot.” Gojo flashed a cocky grin, his confidence never wavering.

Idk what this is tbh i wrote this while i was on the toilet because i’ve been gone pretty long and i know i needed to upload something. I’m still alive yall! Just a bunch of life issues in the way. This will start my regular posting though! (i hope.) Lwave me some ideas in my inbox if you want to tell me what you want to see, love you guys!

[wormswurld]

my will graham headcannons 🌟

just to preface these are my headcannons if any of these make you shit your pants or explode i’m not responsible for that. i’m just quite literally obsessed with this sweaty dog man. goodbye.

- really likes rasin brand cereal

- drinks black coffee with a shit ton of sugar

- hates prunes

- has dirt under his fingernails (not a disgusting amount just an unfortunate one..) (he’s a man that works w his hands what can you do!!)

- random chest pains! especially when having a panic attack / flashback !

- uses cheap body wash (probably 3 in 1 LOL)

- said body wash smells like pine cones

- (obviously) very sensitive to light

- likes sautéed mushrooms

- definitely was a boyscout

- he WILL embarrassingly slow dance to 50s music with hannibal

- doesn’t laugh he instead chuckles but not in a weird way it just comes from his chest or will laugh so hard he goes silent but looks like he’s in pain

- HAS A DEAD MOM & A DEADBEAT DAD OR AN EMOTIONALLY DISTANT FATHER 🤗🤗🤗

- definitely was made to go to church but stopped going after his mom died

- weird relationship w/ religion

- definitely a water sign though he is NOT a cancer most definitely a pisces because pisces men are absolutely insane

- has a sweet tooth to the point hannibal has to tell him to stop eating sweets / little treats

- doesn’t like celebrating his bday cuz his mom died in that month….😬

- cuts his own hair because he doesn’t like socializing with people (let’s it grow out in the winter)

- likes reading poetry before bed to keep his thoughts in check

- smoked cigarettes as a teen because his dad did though kicked the habit in his 20s though will have an occasional cig when stressed

- so good at pool it’s like really fucking weird

- has a certified reading chair in his living room

- once he has a couple of shots of whiskey his louisianan accent starts popping out

- most definitely sweet talks hannibal (when drunk) to get his way

- loves the pattern plaid (obviously)

- gets freckles in the summer (doesn’t listen when hannibal tells him to put on sunscreen)

- gets his dogs special treats when it’s their birthdays

- became an alcoholic when he was in the police academy (particularly at the end due to stress & ptsd)

- crooked teeth since he was poor & couldnt afford braces

- worked at a library when in college that’s why he enjoys poetry ❤️

[kitkatscabinet]

Being from Miles's universe and meeting Peter when he's at his lowest hcs.

(Gn reader so all my lovelies can enjoy)

Instead of Miles running into Peter first, you do. You're walking home and find what at first you think is a homeless man unconscious face down in the snow.

You aren't stupid, armed with pepper spray and a pocket knife you quickly but carefully walk towards him, nudging him with your foot when he doesn't respond.

Turning him over, you then worry you've stumbled across some idiot deciding to try and fill the void of the recently deceased spider man that then got his ass kicked.

you go to call the police but are stopped by a surprisingly strong grasp your wrist.

What happens next is what feels like supporting a drunk elephant back to your apartment. The man weighs a metric shit-tonne and is so uncoordinated it takes what feels like an eternity to make it back to your shitty run down apartment

More than once you have to dissuade people from calling the cops on what looks like a suspected kidnapping/murder and it leaves you even more furious at the deadbeat you now wished you'd ignored.

You're covered in sludge and snow and now your sheets are too, but you find it a little easier to ignore when you pull off the mask to find a boyishly handsome face

You can tell he's seen better days, but then again, so have you, and there's something endearing about the wet cat qualities he seems to possess

It's him that wakes you up in the morning, a shriek leaving your throat and a soft toy hurtling at his face as you register there is a man you don't know in your living area before the night's memories come rushing back

"Eggs?" you blurt out and that's how the two of you end up spending the morning. eating breakfast in silence and staring in confusion at one another

This is also the day you get introduced to the multiverse. Causing a freak out that lasts even longer than realising the man - Peter Parker with a striking resemblance to Spiderman was indeed A Spiderman.

He stays for a week before you run into one Miles Morales and Gwen Stacey.

Somewhere along the way, your nights turn into late-night conversations commiserating over life. The man is so pathetic, but what started as pity quickly turns into genuine empathy and friendship

During that time you learn all about MJ and about Peter's fears of being a dad. You are quick to assuage his fears, pointing to how good he is with teens as a reason

It's after one of these conversations that you start sleeping in the same bed. You wouldn't let him take the couch and he felt bad taking your bed for so long.

Peter wakes before you the next morning, having pulled you into him during his sleep, and for the first time since MJ he truly feels at peace.

It's selfish of him but he decides to pull you closer and go back to sleep, not noticing the fact you'd woken up too.

you both know he has to leave soon, but neither of you can quite stop yourselves from indulging in the little fantasy you've created

[beautifulmadnesss]

"Gravity Happens" The Summer I Turned Pretty Imagine Fisher!Reader

Summary: Suzannah's cancer from the perspective of her youngest child and only daughter.

warning: death and loss

I figured it out first, being the pessimist, I immediately noticed when my mom's energy started fading again. One night after picking me up from a party when I was drunk, I confessed my fears to Conrad. He's the realist, so he didn't immediately believe it, but after paying closer attention, he saw the same things I did. Neither of us talked about it after that. We both just drank a lot and shared cigarettes in the quiet of the night. Jere was the last to figure it out. I think it's because he was always the optimist, just like our mom. Immediately, he wanted to confront her about it, just yelling it out at dinner one night.

"How could you not tell us the cancer is back?" He accused.

"What?" Belly and Steven asked at the same time.

"Kids, let's go into the living room okay?" My mom responded gently. The four of us got up and moved into the living room, while the Conklin's made their way upstairs.

I was already very tipsy, something I had learned to cover well, but tonight there was no hiding it as I snapped. "You can't leave. It's not fair. I hate you. We are all falling apart because we are just kids and we can't carry everyones fucking secrets. It's suffocating. You were so mad at dad for making us lie about his girlfriend and you're doing the exact same thing. Except you just want to lie to us and then just disappear one day. You are so selfish. Did you ever stop to think how we would feel? How it would feel for us?"

"Stop." Jeremiah warned, stepping towards me while Conrad wrapped an arm around our mom.

"No, I'm so tired of all this bullshit. Did you ever think how we would feel when one morning you just didn't wake up? When we went in to check on you and found you dead?" She flinched, but it felt so good to finally just explode that I couldn't stop as the tears burned my cheeks. "Then we would be all alone with a deadbeat dad and no one else. No one to take perfect little Jeremiah to his practices, no one to to sit up worrying about Conrad when he stays out all night with some girl and no one to-" My throat closed up, but I tried again, "No one to-" It was like my entire body gave up at once. My voice broke, my knees buckled, and I fell to the floor sobbing. 

My mom was holding me within seconds and soon after both of my brothers joined in. We were all just holding each other and crying together. She knew I hadn’t meant any of the things I had said in the same way she never held onto anything I said to her when we were fighting when I was younger. I always got so angry when I was hurt or scared. Now, I was all of the above. My mom was dying of cancer. Thirty seconds ago I was overflowing with emotion and now I just felt numb. I don’t even really know what I was going to say. There were so many things I had looked forward to doing with my mom. Things I would never get to do. 

“We need you.” I cried. 

“I’m right here, sunshine. I’m right here.” She said, squeezing us tighter.

We stayed like that for a while, none of us saying anything else, just quietly crying and holding each other tightly. My mom was the first to break the silence, kissing each of us on the tops of our heads and then declaring "that's enough, crying for now. We are going to do our best to enjoy the time we have left together." She stood and moved toward the kitchen before turning back to us. "Who wants to make some waffles?" She smiled, one that none of us returned, but we did follow her into the kitchen.

She started pulling out the ingredients while softly humming a cheery tune. I took the middle stool while each of my brothers sat on either side of me.

"Jere, will you get the eggs, milk, and butter from the fridge?" She asked, setting the dry ingredients onto the counter.

"Sure, mom." He gave her a small smile in return

"As for you two, you can choose to sit there and sulk or you can help us make some delicious waffles." Conrad and I shared a look before getting up and helping get the rest of the materials together.

The motions felt empty. Our Saturday mornings as kids were always filled with tantalizing smells, warmth, and laughter. Now, it felt like all I could think about was every moment with her could be our last. All I wanted to do was curl up in bed with a drink and make everything else go away.

I felt the powdery substance coat my face and spun around to see my mom and Jeremiah laughing, each with a hand covered in flour.

"Seriously?" Conrad spoke up, voicing my thoughts.

"What's the matter? Scared of a little competition?" My mom teased with a mischievous smile.

Conrad reacted first, diving for the eggs and handing one to me, but not before Jeremiah hit me in the face with even more flour. I quickly retaliated by launching an egg that landed with a satisfying crack, spilling goopy yellow onto his mop of hair. Conrad threw an egg at my mom that connected with her shoulder as she attempted to put the island between the two of them. I think Jeremiah found the sink first, coating all of us with streams of cold water, which only made the flour that my mom dumped on all three of us stick like glue. In just a few minutes we had created a disaster in the kitchen, but it was once again full of laughter and warmth.

That was how we spent our last week at the summer home and the following two months after that. Conrad and I both drank less, but we still spent most nights smoking on the porch together. Eventually, the quiet days spent in her bed outweighed the days of laughter. She was so small and weak that we were scared to touch her, but she never lost her joy. One night, she got a burst of energy so we made popcorn and brought the mattresses into the living room to make a giant bed where we cuddled together watching her favorite movie. She slept on the couch while the three of us shared the giant bed. My mom fell asleep first and the three of us stayed up a little longer, just watching her sleep, no evidence of pain on her face for the first time in weeks.

I woke up first the next morning and I just knew.

"Mommy?" I whispered, my voice cracking and the tears already dripping onto her face as I tried to gently shake her. "Mommy please. I'm not ready yet." I begged, my movements becoming more forceful. "I'm really sorry. I'll be better I promise, just please please wake up" My voice rose to a scream at the end. The sobs shook my entire body as I desperately called out to my favorite person in the entire world even though I knew she was already gone.

I wasn't sure which of my brothers was holding me, but he led us both out of the living room and onto the porch. He held me against his chest and gently ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel him sobbing with me. Eventually I heard the door close and we both looked up to see Conrad with puffy eyes and tears on his face.

"I called the funeral home, dad, and Laurel." He said, his voice sounding as if the phone calls had take all the energy he had. "We're going to be okay." He said as he sat down on the other side of me and wrapped an arm around both of us. Despite knowing this was coming for months, it didn't feel like she was really gone. The only thing that made it feel real was the tangible darkness without the joy of Suzanna Fisher, the light of our world.

[verdemoun]

jumping ahead in the timeswap au because i am the captain personally i headcanon jack not making it to 20. i think life had well and truly defeated him and he was too tired to keep running, and he ended up hanged for ross's murder.

side tangent a) imagine the emotional devastation the VDLs in modern era would feel reading that. there's a grainy photo/sketch and they can almost tell what jack looks like, how much he looks like john, how old he already looks at 19, and then there's the noose sitting on his shoulders waiting for the trapdoor to be pulled. the article portrays ross as a poor elderly man of honor killed by jack marston, outlaw, a dangerous sociopath

side tangent b) john and jack being reunited. john really struggling not to be angry because he wanted/expected so much better for jack: knowing he was never an ideal father (or even a good father) but how much he didn't want his son to be like him, how clear he had been to never become an outlaw. then, the grief. it's only been 3 years but being able to see how much those three years have changed jack, physically and mentally, just by the way he carries himself and that dead, destroyed look in his eyes. jack struggling not to be angry for a lot of the same reasons because at 16 he was left taking care of abigail as heartbreak and illness killed her, and a ranch they could barely take care of together. jack realising his mom, dad and little sister got to play happy family in current day without him.

well now that that's out of the way: dues-ex-isaac morgan

isaac morgan deciding jack marston is his personal responsibility. sure, the whole recipe of staying in a house for a few weeks slowly learning about the current day slowly works for most VDLs, but isaac understands that not only is jack 19 (a teenager) but the culture shock isn't quite as severe going from 1914 as it was 1899.

isaac throws rocks at the window until jack sneaks out his first night in modern day. he forces a helmet onto his head and gives a vague warning that 'it's going to be faster than a horse', before setting off at very illegal speeds on his motorbike

jack immediately loves it. it's very much what he needed: the adrenaline, feeling like he's rebelling, seeing the chrome and crowds of city as a blur become more and more recognizable in outdated suburbs until they're pushing 100mph on the highway

isaac strategically takes him out to the desert, because the desert really hasn't changed that much, and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. they lay down and trauma-bond about how fucked their lives have been (isaac, who experienced the timewarp like a child moving house and had to teach things to his 19th century mother, jack, who grew up in the chaos of the VDL gang with his mother as the only constant: deadbeat dads taken to the metaphorical extreme).

'there's only two things you really need to know: you can't buy alcohol until you're 21 and cigarettes are actually really bad for you' 'cigarettes are BAD??????'

isaac introduces him to cliche teenage emo music through a dodgy bluetooth speaker. jack marston actually listens to music for the first time

arthur getting a frantic phone call from john saying jack snuck out

charles offering to help track them down, because they immediately know isaac is involved

charles and arthur finding a drunk isaac and jack air guitaring to mcr in the middle of the desert

isaac and jack are instant best friends. instead of the coddling most of the gang do when something is new and initially intimidating, isaac laughs at him and it's honestly more comforting. like yeah, traffic lights take a hot second, but jack does feel dumb for not realising that the changing lights and loud beeping meant it was time to walk/run.

isaac literally doesn't hold his hand unless he has to, meanwhile jack has had months of living alone as an outlaw in 1914. they balance each other out in the worst ways. isaac will say they shouldn't walk through a dark alley and jack is like pfft if someone tries to mug us i can take them

their hangouts go from jack bookworm marston helping isaac study at college to isaac being the one calling his dad because 'heeey we might be in jail' in 3 hours. all parental figures involved are going grey with stress

[ktsaysthings]

never an absolution

“Don’t come any closer,” she shouts, so he doesn’t. “Here, just—just give me your hand,” he tries. “I’ll pull you back over.” She glances at him again, the force of a hurricane behind her gaze. “I said stay back.” Titanic AU. jiara week day 5 - based on a book/movie/show

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JJ doesn’t believe in luck. Never has.

He’s sure it’s a real thing that exists somewhere. Just not for him.

Instead, he makes his own.

Luck is the bottle of Jack left on the table to keep his dad’s hands from curling into fists. Luck is the stolen coins that keep him alive when he finally makes it to London. Luck is the ace of hearts hidden up his sleeve when he goes all in for a ticket on Titanic.

JJ doesn’t believe in fate any more than he believes in luck. He can’t, because fate would have him follow in his father’s footsteps—a deadbeat drunk with nothing to live for besides a good fight and his next drink.

Fate is the curse of his name, the scourge passed to him by his father and his father before that. Fate is what he picked up and ran from the moment his father’s body was in the ground.

He ran north from his little fishing town in North Carolina, working his way up the coast, surviving only by odd jobs and manual labor. Boston was fun, at first, until he ran out of money and every day was just backbreaking work and drugs and booze. Until he looked in the mirror and saw the empty eyes and split knuckles of his father.

Paris turned him into a thief, forcing his hand when he couldn’t seem to hold a job or find a place to sleep. Every penny felt like a piece of his past, the shame burning a hole in his pocket until he had just enough for a hot meal and a bed.

When thievery became too heavy, he ran to London, only picking pockets when he couldn’t sell the words in his own, handwritten poems and stories from his childhood, scribbled down under a bridge or on a park bench late at night.

On occasion, someone would actually read the little papers he shoved in their faces, and he’d be struck with confidence, like maybe he could escape his destiny, like maybe his words meant something, like maybe he meant something. But then he’d wake under the stiff sheets of a bed that wasn’t his, next to a woman he didn’t love, and he’d be reminded—JJ Maybank can never amount to anything.

No matter how far he runs, the dark, looming cloud of his future is always trailing behind him. As hard as he tries to be different, he is his father’s son. He lies and he cheats and he steals and he fights his way through life.

In his more optimistic moments, JJ thinks about his mother, who she could have been, or if she left any part of herself for him. He was barely a kid when she left, but he remembers she had kind eyes. Bright and blue, just like his.

His knuckles are still bruised from a barfight in London and the three-day-old split in his lip hasn’t quite faded, but when he looks in the tiny mirror of this third-class cabin, his mother’s eyes stare back at him, and that gives him hope.

The cabin is small, barely enough room to maneuver around the other three men he’s bunking with, so he lingers on the well deck late into the night, sprawled across a bench while he watches the stars peek through puffs of his vaporous breath.

It’s cold, so he fishes his last cigarette out of his pocket, igniting it with an expert flick of his lighter. He only takes one drag before a blur of red flies by in his periphery.

When he sits up, he sees it’s a girl, holding up the skirts of her red gown as she sprints across the deck. She stops short at the stern, leaning over the railing, staring at the water below.

He’s about to turn away—it’s not his business what first class women do on this ship—but she steps onto the railing, slow and shaky, climbing up and over until she’s hanging onto the other side. His feet are moving before he even realizes what’s happening.

“Um, excuse me, miss,” he says, hands held high in surrender, daring a step towards her.

She whips her head around at the sound of his voice. Her dark curls blow wild in the wind, some rogue wisps sticking to the tear tracks on her cheeks. Her grip on the railing turns her knuckles white.

“Don’t come any closer,” she shouts, so he doesn’t.

“Here, just—just give me your hand,” he tries. “I’ll pull you back over.”

She glances at him again, the force of a hurricane behind her gaze. “I said stay back.”

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[cryptidsnackpack]

okay this discussion is going to be SO LATE but i’m playing dream daddy (again) and i have ~thoughts~ about our friendly neighborhood youth pastor and his family.

so i’m going on dates with all the dad’s i haven’t in previous playthroughs. (i saw mat and damien and was like good day i do not need to peruse ANY other fathers today).

i’d never done joseph’s route before, bc he’s married duh and i have religious trauma. and he looks like every white man that is a problem. but this time around i wanted to watch the world burn and break that man. ANYWAY. he is- actually… delightful? and i love his dates?? i though that with (potential spoilers ahead i guess but this game is old af) his affair with Robert he would immediately start laying it on thick. but he just invites you to very fucking domestic events, and gets frazzled with basic intimacy.

so i GET that joseph cheated. i understand that a large part of mary’s drinking may be due to that. and i know the “good” ending is not really good at all, and pulls a weird moral gotcha on you. i am all for making players face the consequences of their actions in games but this one falls flat for a few reasons.

1. Joseph objectively isn’t a bad person. Yes he’s had an affair, yes he’s a youth pastor (okay only a little joking). BUT Joseph has his shit together for his 4 kids and i admire the FUCK out of him for it. As someone who was raised by alcoholic parents, seeing Mary’s attitude at her kids’ well being REALLY struck a chord with me. the game wants me to believe Joseph is the bad guy, but i’m watching his wife chug five bottles of wine while her toddler is missing AND SUPPOSED TO BE IN HER CARE. and then i see this dad who is trying, who is involved in community outreach, and keeps a stable home. also i see a lot of “well Joseph puts on an act to make Mary look bad in front of the neighbors”. I’m sorry??? he does not have to make Mary look bad, she does bad all on her own. the “wine mom” and “type a dad” schtick is so fucking heteronormative and played out, even for 2017 when the game was released. and hey maybe that was the point! but if it was, it wasn’t done well.

2. The worst parts of Mary’s character get glossed over in lieu of her being a “wine mom” stereotype. Maybe it’s because i’m an ex alcoholic myself, but i don’t have a lot of patience for the character and i know that. objectively i like Mary, i think she’s funny and tough. but she is a deadbeat fucking mom, and the game WHICH IS CENTERED LARGELY AROUND BEING A GOOD PARENT puts Mary on a pedestal that she doesn’t deserve to be on. would i get dinner with mary? hang out? go shopping?? fuck yeah. would i think, “this person who goes out every single night and flirts outrageously with everyone, ignoring their children and household responsibility for their husband” is a “good” person?? fucking hell no. i would not let that woman look after a hamster. let alone four children.

3. DIVORCE IS A VALID AND HEALTHY OPTION THAT SHOULD BE SHOWN MORE IN MEDIA. i cannot tell you how many nights i lay awake listening to my parents drunk and fighting and prayed (when i believed in prayer) that they would divorce. i WANTED my parents to divorce, because i, at the ripe age of 12 could see what apparently the adults could not. that these two people did not, and should not, be together. now that’s not saying that your “good” ending in joseph’s route should end in a typical romance. i don’t. what i mean is that two people should have come to the conclusion that they are doing irreparable damage to their family by staying together. and your character could have helped and supported in that decision. it is obvious that Mary is living a life she doesn’t want, and i do feel for her. BUT GET A DIVORCE THEN. I know the characters are married and staying together largely in part because of religion… but…. Joseph’s not “that” kind of christian? because i grew up in the church, i know the type. this guy ain’t it. So the “well divorce is a sin” for the character doesn’t work for me.

i love the game grumps and i LOVE this game, but this was an area where i feel like the characterization and “message” was a like clunky and more than hard to follow. i really felt like they missed the mark with this one, i mean hell just make the non-canon ending canon at this point. at least that would make more sense.

also this is not me saying that Mary should be responsible for all household duty bc she’s a woman or blah blah blah. but whether you wanted those kids or not, whether you want to be in that marriage or not, YOU made decisions. your kids didn’t choose to be born YOU did, so you need to step up and idk?? maybe not spend every night out at a bar with the local loner who boned your husband? also maybe your husband sought comfort in the arms of a relative stranger… for… a reason? not a morally sound or correct reason but we can maybe follow the dots.

[because-magic]

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43436799/chapters/109196823

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

Steve was finding it harder and harder to recover after every rager the jocks threw, but it was what was expected of him right? King Steve was always meant to make an impression. 

Last night’s impression had ended with him falling into the pool and half of the laughter felt like it had been directed at him, rather than with him. He didn’t remember much of how he got out; there had been his jackets and jeans and boots weighing him down in the icy water. But he could recall the scraping of metal against his skin where someone’s hands had roughly dragged him to the shallow end and waded him out. A voice was cursing about it being the middle of winter and who would be lame enough to host a party around a pool and who was rich enough to leave a pool uncovered overwinter. 

He must have just stumbled his way upstairs and fallen into bed at that point, because Steve realized his clothes and sheets still had a dampness to them. He mentally cursed. If he got sick and couldn’t go to school, he’d be screwed; if his teachers didn’t fail him, his dad would certainly yell at him for being a deadbeat. 

As he rolled over, the drum beat against his skull worsened, and he flailed to reach his bedside table. He grabbed the glass of water and ibuprofen there, quickly downing some. He thanked his last night self for leaving it on the nightstand, but he couldn’t remember when he did. 

His alarm was still going off. He reached over to shut it off, groaning with the effort, and managed to drag himself out of bed to start the slow process of getting ready for school. Who threw parties on a  goddamn Sunday?

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Eddie Munson had saved Steve Harrington’s life on three separate occasions, and the man had never had the decency to even thank him for it. Granted, each of those times had been while the jock had been either stoned or drunk out of his mind, but some common courtesy was expected. 

In his latest bender, the great King had misstepped into the deep end of a perfectly cleaned pool in the middle of winter. It had definitely been funny, and a little vindicating to see the high and mighty in a state of shambles and fallen grace. But the fun had tapered away when Eddie realized Steve had continued sinking and the rest of the party goers were too wrapped up in their own ridiculing to offer any help. After dragging his ass out of the pool and up the stairs, Eddie had even been kind enough to leave the guy some water and medicine for the next morning. Maybe that would get him a thank you. 

But as he rolled into his Lit 101 class, he knew he wouldn’t be getting that expression of gratitude. To those who only casually watched the King around school, Steve Harrington still looked like an image of perfection, his hair styled high and looking soft, and wearing the perfect set of clothes. He even had an attitude of not giving a fuck with his dark sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. 

Eddie Munson was no casual viewer of Steve Harrington. Embarrassingly, he’d come to be able to notice the small changes in Steve’s demeanor and his appearance that indicated the other man had gone through some shit. That shit was most often getting drunk with his friends, but on a few occasions, Eddie had seen the peeking out of a black eye and bruising on the arms of the younger male, suggesting a home life that wasn’t as perfect as everyone else thought. 

Eddie wondered how many teachers had tried and failed to get the King to remove those glasses, and if they’d been persuaded by his charm or his daddy’s money. 

“Good to see you lived, Your Majesty,” Eddie called over with a large sweep of his arm and a deep bow, grinning in Steve’s direction. 

That got him was a shake of the head and a look of disgust on Tommy and Carol’s face, the two assholes Steve always seemed to be hanging around, although Eddie noted the two weren’t even talking to Steve this morning. When was the last time Eddie had seen them at a high school game together? Eddie wasn’t a big fan of sports himself; he only ever went to sell to the band kids and some of the jocks after the games, but he had taken note of the comings and goings of the more popular kids in the school. 

Steve for his part merely glanced in Eddie’s direction, raising an eyebrow up from behind his sunglasses as if asking who Eddie even was, before looking back to the chalkboard as the bell rang and class began. 

“Take your seat, Mr. Munson. The world waits for no man, and I wait for no student,” Mr. Conrad chided before beginning his mind numbing lecture on remorse in literature.

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At lunch, Eddie sat with his club mates and band members, picking at the sad excuse for a lunch that the cafeteria offered. Gareth was discussing new weapons and armor that had been introduced to the Dungeons and Dragons game for higher level characters, but Eddie was too preoccupied thinking about the events of the night before and what had happened that morning. With that, he was stuck thinking about the high school hierarchy and how he’d never had a conversation with Steve longer than it took to pass off some little baggies and receive cash in return. And Steve. Now he was thinking about Steve. The jock was infuriating overall, late to his morning classes and almost always eating something and leaving crumbs behind him. Looking up, Eddie was surprised to see how Steve had a full tray of food in front of him even now. They were already halfway through the lunch period, but it looked like Steve hadn’t even touched the food on the tray. The milk carton was still closed. As he watched, Steve started stacking salt packets together to make a tower. 

“Eddie. Hey, Eddie. Dude!” 

Suddenly his shoulder was being roughly shoved, and the trance Eddie was in had been broken. Gareth and his boys were staring at him expectantly. 

“What do you want?” Eddie asked with a frown. The troup rolled their eyes. 

“We asked if you had bought the new companion book yet dude, it's totally gonna sell out in this town,” one of the boys reiterated. Eddie scoffed at the question, rolling his eyes right back at them.

“Do you guys seriously doubt my skills? As much as I value the arcane and anachronistic writings in those books,” Eddie started, sarcasm dripping off every word, “I believe that the best quests are those we develop in our own minds.” He ended the last word with a long hiss, and punctuated it by bringing his hands up to his own head. This comment delved into a debate about the pros and cons of utilizing the books, and the beginnings of where to take their high level characters–retirement or otherwise–that lasted till the end of the lunch period. 

As Eddie walked to throw his trash away, he saw Steve ahead of him walking alone, and still wearing those asshole sunglasses. When God provided an opportunity to annoy, Eddie happily took it, and he hustled to catch up to Steve. And maybe Eddie was hoping this would be the time Steve finally said thank you with none of his other lackeys around. 

“Hey! Mr. Big Shot, just the guy I wanted to see!”A voice behind Steve exclaimed, with a hand clamping down on Steve’s shoulder. Steve jerked to a stop, turning to stare at one Eddie Munson in bewilderment. To Eddie, Steve was just giving him a frown while his eyes were hidden. 

Eddie Munson hesitated. How was he supposed to go about this? He could be smooth, he could be snarky, he could–

“You didn’t eat your lunch,” Eddie said lamely, noticing the still full tray in Steve’s hands. One milk carton unopened. 

The jock shifted from foot to foot, the frown on his face deepening. 

“What’s it matter to you, freak?”

Eddie flinched at the insult. He had heard it enough times to be used to it, even with the sting coming from someone he thought maybe had turned a new leaf. Maybe Eddie was wrong. Or maybe Eddie was right, as the moniker Steve had struck him with seemed to lack malice; it was like Steve had added it on reflex, like that was the only name he knew Eddie by, and he sounded tired when he said it. Eddie stared. Up close, he could see that the curls in Steve's usually perfect hair had more flyaways than usual. He could see the gray shadowing under Steve’s eyes hiding just behind the rim of his glasses. He could see the slight flush on Steve’s nose and upper cheeks, suggesting the other man had the beginnings of a cold. He could see the curve of Steve’s jaw and his mouth and–

“Earth to Munson?” Steve lowered his sunglasses slightly to look at Eddie, once more raising his eyebrow, before he turned away. “Christ, I’ve got to get to history.”

Eddie must have stood there looking dumbfounded long enough for Steve to get bored, and he dumped the food into the trash bin. Eddie continued to stand and watch Steve walk away from him. What a prick.

“Yo man, you good? Steve messing with you?” Gareth asked as he walked up behind Eddie, startling the older man. Eddie tried to play it off with a wide smile and a grandiose turn on his heel.

“Why no, good sir, simply in the same vicinity. No bother here,” He replied, but the beating of his heart betrayed his feelings to himself. “Let’s get to class. We don’t have the same luxury of being late as some of our peers.”

—-----

Eddie Munson was weird. Fact. Eddie Munson was being weird around Steve. Observation. Starting that morning, when Eddie Munson had inexplicably hailed him as a royal and commented on his being at school, and again at lunch. Why had Eddie even come up to him? What did he care if Steve was at school? Steve shrugged it off as being some theatrical nerd shit or reasoning. Maybe it was part of some initiation trials the other guy was engaging in. Or maybe Eddie really was just a ‘freak’. He sighed to himself. That’s what he had called Eddie earlier without even realizing it. The word just rolled off his tongue, but could you blame Steve? The guy wore patches and pins that ripped and had frays, he always talked about fighting dragons and something about an RPG, whatever that was, and regularly could be seen handling drugs. 

Steve winced. Maybe he was a freak, but Steve had learned he couldn’t always judge someone based on their first encounter, or just one bad encounter,  or some outside observation. He wondered how many people had made assumptions about himself. 

As he was getting lost in his own train of thought, passively ignoring the lecture on Egyptian grave robberies Mr. O’Conell was giving, he was startled to focus by the classroom door barging open. 

Speak of the devil. 

Eddie Munson had basically kicked open the door to his history class and sauntered in wearing a lopsided paper crown, a red velvety cape, and was holding up a prop sword that had a divot of a piece missing on one side. 

The classroom erupted into laughter at the scene and at the exasperation on the face of their teacher as one Eddie Munson began to march up and down the aisles, waving his sword excitedly as he spoke. 

“Hear ye, hear ye, good people of this class of Hawkins High, dost thou desire to live deliciously? Do ye crave to rid yourselves of the classist and egotistical box you’ve been so graciously put in by mass media and conformist ideology? Or are you just a sucker for romance? Then go join the drama department's casting call today and try your hand at being our one and only Romeo and Juliet.”

Eddie finished his tirade at the front of the classroom with a sweep of the cape in front of him as he gave a deep bow. The sad crown he wore hit the ground as he dipped too low, but he seemed unfazed as he swept his arm down again to scoop it up and place it back on his head, now tilted to the other side. 

The classroom erupted into laughter once more. 

Eddie didn’t even flinch. There was no rise of red up his neck or his face to show he was embarrassed. Steve almost envied how careless Eddie seemed about his reputation and how everyone perceived him. 

Mr. O’Connell was smiling with gritted teeth. “Thank you, Mr. Munson, for that…informative display. Now, any questions before our visitor departs, class?” 

“Yeah, I got one,” Tommy spoke up, his hand raised in the air, as he began to sneer up at Eddie. “Is it required to be a queer to be in the play, or is that just you, freak?” 

Steve scowled at the question, staring daggers at the back of his ex-best friend’s head while Mr. O'Connell began to tell Tommy to quiet down and not use that kind of language. 

“Don’t even worry about it,” Eddie interrupted them, his mouth plastered into a wide smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m not even going to be in the play. This is just for extra credit.”

Mr. O’Connell cleared his throat. “Thank you again, Mr. Munson, I think that’s all we need from you…”

Eddie took his cue to leave, giving a curt nod to the teacher before turning to go. As he did, his eyes caught Steve’s. Steve had moved his sunglasses onto his head at the start of this class, and he regretted it now as he had been caught staring at Eddie as he walked out. He tried his best to give a sympathetic look, but whatever he gave off, Eddie only scowled at him in return and stalked out of the classroom. 

Shit, maybe Steve had more people he needed to make amends with than he realized. 

It was 6PM. Eddie Munson desperately wanted to be sitting in his throne and yelling at nerds to throw dice better or they were all going to die. Instead, Eddie was sitting in the front row of the school’s theater while amateur after amateur butchered the iambic pentameter of one of Shakespeare’s greatest tragedies. This had been going on for almost an hour, and they still had three more characters to cast for: the friar, the nurse, and Romeo himself. 

Eddie contemplated how hard he would have to hit his forehead on the seat in front of him to get sent home. Would he need a concussion, or to pass out? Another student mispronounced Lammas-eve and Eddie groaned, pressing his forehead to his palms and bending down, trying to hide from his nightmare. 

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be here.” Eddie’s head snapped up as he recognized the voice, the top of his scalp scraping on the seat in front of him as he turned, and he cursed at the pain. Another student hushed him and he frowned, before letting his eyes settle on the man who had just spoken. 

King Steve Harrington, legendary jock and superstar, was standing in the row behind Eddie in their shitty, dusty theater. Steve had his hands on his hips in a sort of superhero pose, or maybe like a dad watching their child with judgment and determination, and his eyes were trained on the student who was reading off a script in the spotlight on stage. 

Eddie swallowed, forgetting how to respond as Steve’s gaze moved to meet his own. The sunglasses were completely gone now, and Eddie could see the rest of the discoloration around Steve’s eyes. 

Steve raised his infuriating eyebrow one more time at Eddie, evidently expecting a response. 

“Extra credit,” Eddie mumbled, then cleared his throat, speaking up. “It’s for extra credit. I'm working my ass off to graduate this year and… “ He gestured vaguely to the stage. “This seemed more like my alley than running laps on the field.”

Steve snorted at him, and Eddie almost took it as an insult until he saw the upturn of Steve’s lips into a smile. “Yeah, I certainly agree. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen you in gym.”

“Ah, well that would be because I keep my exquisite physique at home under the radar, lest I woo and steal all the girls from you and Tommy,” Eddie shot back with a grin, fluttering his eyelashes at Steve. 

The other man rolled his eyes, his jaw set as he stated, “I don’t really know who Tommy wants these days.” 

Eddie wasn’t sure what to make of that, but before he could question it further, a light was shining in their direction. 

“Mr. Munson, I do believe that you are here for extra credit in my literature class, are you not? And yet you have not read for any of these characters so far,” Mr. Conrad called from the stage as he flipped through the pages on the clipboard. 

Eddie grimaced. “I was hoping to just, ah, work set and help paint a tree or something, if that’s cool with you, sir.”

Mr. Conrad looked up at him with narrowed eyes. “Mr. Munson, I’ll have you recall I stated extra credit was for those in the play, not those who sit around it. Now, the only part to read left for is Romeo so that’s who it will have to  be… and ah, Mr. Harrington, how nice of you to join us! Shall you be expanding into the world of arts as well? If so, you failed to sign up on my list but as no others are here to read for this part…why not let you give it a go. Come up here, let’s go. I’d like to get home for supper before the grocery closes.” 

With a clap of his hands, Mr. Conrad moved off the stage and the lights followed Steve Harrington as theater girls crowded around the jock, offering him their scripts as he was shuffled up the stairs and into center stage. A look of horror and confusion crossed his face, furrowing his eyebrows as he stared at the words on the page. Eddie was gripping his own script tight in his hands, staring up at the other man on stage. How had Steve suddenly stolen his thunder, and his extra credit?! Was this his plan? Was he trying to get Eddie held back? He clenched his jaw, silently hoping this farce would end quickly but perhaps painfully for the jock. 

“Any time now, Mr. Harrington, start at the top of the page and I will call out the other lines.”

“Wait, wait, Mr. C I didn’t mean to–”

“Don’t worry about the meter or rhyme, we have rehearsals for that.”

“But I’m really not trying to–I was just watching–”

“Alright, and…begin!”

Steve stared at his teacher, then down to the script. The silence of the theater buzzed in his ears as everyone held their breath, waiting to see if Steve Harrington was not only royalty on the court and in the hierarchy of life, but in the drama scene as well. His insides were squirming. This was nothing like the pressure of basketball. In a game, he could assuage his nerves with knowing that the eyes of the crowd could be watching anyone at any time. But here, he knew everyone was staring at him. Him alone. And waiting. He had to speak. 

“I… am too sore enpierced with his… shaft–” A few giggles from the audience, while Steve scrunched his nose. Eddie snorted at the suggested innuendo.

Slowly, Steve continued, his fleet planted to the spot and no attempt to find any bardic inspiration with his words. “To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,/I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:/Under love's heavy burden do I sink.” Steve looked up to his teacher, hoping that had been enough, but Mr. Conrad just read the next line “And, to sink in it, should you burden love;/Too great oppression for a tender thing.,” and Steve forced himself to continue. As Eddie watched, he frowned to himself, seeing the way Steve hesitated before long words and even slightly stumbled over some of the simple ones, how his eyes narrowed like he was trying to pin down the words on the page. 

“Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,/Too rude, too …  boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.”

Steve had barely read for the part, but Mr. Conrad must have been overjoyed by the idea of having an overlap in student interests that he stopped there, shouting out bravo. Eddie scowled, thinking it unfair and a farce of an audition. 

“Alright Mr. Munson, please turn to the next scene and begin with ‘O, she doth teach the torches’ if you will,” their teacher called over. 

Grumbling, Eddie grabbed his crumpled pages and stomped up to the stage. Steve quickly moved the opposite direction, finding a seat in a row further back by himself, though a few girls not so discreetly moved to sit near him. Eddie rolled his eyes as he watched from his vantage point, focusing back only when Mr. Conrad cleared his throat. 

“Oh, right, my bad, let’s see where this starts…Here we go!” Eddie took a deep breath in, fluttering his eyes closed a moment before he began in earnest, “O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!” He tossed his hands in the air, then crossed them over his own chest. “It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night/Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!” Eddie moved across the stage with confidence, as if he had been there a million times before, but knowing this only came with the many times he had put on a dramatic and brave face on cafeteria tables or in back alleys behind bars. His words rang out, maybe a bit too jarring for a highschool production, but he continued to reach for emotion and to connect with his audience, scanning their gaze. His eyes held Steve’s gaze as he spoke his last lines, “Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!

For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.” 

In the dim light, Eddie thought he saw a blush rise onto Steve’s cheeks, but then he remembered that Steve most likely was still fighting off a cold from his escapade in the pool the night before and that the girls chatting in his ears maybe causing a reaction to. 

Eddie quickly looked away before the shame could heat up his own face, and he mumbled, “How was that?” 

Mr. Conrad hummed approvingly before announcing the final cast list would be posted in a few hours. 

 -----

Outside the school, Steve leaned against his car, smoking a cigarette as he waited for the rest of the audition attendees to filter out. Nothing had gone to plan. 

What Steve had expected was to catch Munson in the parking lot after school, but after seeing his nerd friends leave without their obnoxious leader, Steve had headed back into the school to investigate. Steve couldn’t even remember going to any of the school’s plays, but he remembered hooking up with a drama girl freshman year backstage, so he had found it easily. He had seen Munson’s mess of hair easily and had gone over with the intent to apologize for the shit in history class and then to run home. He had not expected to get called up onto a stage and made to embarrass himself in front of a bunch of his classmates whose names he didn’t even know. 

He also hadn’t expected the way goddamn Eddie Munson had made his heart beat in his chest, spewing romantic Shakespeare and looking at him with those sickeningly adoring eyes. Eddie Munson was just a great actor, he decided, finishing his cigarette and stomping it into the gravel beneath his shoe. It was just supposed to be an apology. He still needed to get said apology out. As if on cue, the chaotic brunette walked out of the double doors following Mr. Conrad, looking like he was pleading for something that only got a head shake No in return and a wave goodbye. Eddie looked disappointed by the outcome, but as he looked across the parking lot to see Steve, his lips moved into an impish grin that had Steve’s insides twisting.

“Well, well, if it isn’t His Majesty. Are you waiting to take home one of these beautiful fair maidens in your chariot?” Eddie teased as he walked over. “Who knew you had an artistic side to you? Do your friends know you’re here?” 

Steve put his hands on his hips, rolling his eyes at the taunts. “Yeah, and when I’m not here I’m designing Gargoyle and Guillotine characters. Whatever, man. Don’t be a dick.”

“...It’s Dungeons and Dragons, actually, so if you’re gonna be an ass, at least be a smart one, okay?” 

Steve was seriously doubting his ability to apologize at this point. “Yeah, okay, well, I hope you get whatever extra credit shit you were trying to do here, and I’m gonna leave now.” 

Now he was mentally kicking himself as he started to turn and unlock his car. Asshole, you were supposed to tell Eddie that Tommy is a shitbag and you hate what he said, sorry I used to be like him, too. 

Unfortunately, Steve had committed to leaving, and soon enough Eddie was left standing in his rear view mirror as he drove away. Maybe tomorrow he would be able to get a handle on his emotions and doubly apologize for that day.

------

Eddie stared at the tail lights of Steve Harrington’s car, wondering what demon he had pissed off enough to torture him like this, teasing him with half-decent conversations with Steve before it ultimately got shut down in insults. 

He shook his head, not quite understanding what he felt, but  trying to focus on more concrete things. Like graduating. Like waiting for Mr. Conrad to post the damn cast list so Eddie would know if he even had a chance at walking in the spring without having to beg for private lessons or extra essay assignments. As badly as Eddie wanted to graduate, it seemed his teachers were just as hoping he would leave them be and stop terrorizing the student body with his wicked outbursts. 

So Eddie got in his van alone, put on some Sabbath, and drove his not-so-happy ass back to the trailer park. He went inside once he got home, smiling to himself at the note on the freezer about microwave dinners Wayne had left him before he went to work. Eddie popped one in the microwave, rolling a joint while he waited, and then sat in his room to eat and smoke. He glanced at the unopened textbooks on the floor by his bed, wondering if they were actually worth the read, but decided against it as he thought about what Mr. Conrad had said. The list would be ready in a few hours, as in that night? Why would the man be so vague and cruel when he could just have said the next day. Why did Eddie want to see if it actually was posted? 

Well, no. He could wait the rest of the agonizing night to see it at school tomorrow. No sense in getting pulled over just because he got a little high. He finished his joint, tossed out his trash from dinner, and finally got into his bed. Maybe tomorrow would bring something better and hope for the future. 

[chaosandcrimson]

no way is that ROXANNE ‘ROXY’ FLOCKTON.. they’re a 25-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being MANIPULATIVE & VINDICTIVE but there are some people who have seen them being ALLURING & METHODICAL. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of specks of body glitter falling down onto a computer keyboard, purple bruises covered up with cheap concealer, and using your body to get men to do your bidding, but that could just be because they’re considered the FEMME FATALE around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

I never trust a narcissist but they love me So I play 'em like a violin and I make it look oh so easy 'Cause for every lie I tell them they tell me three This is how the world works, now all he thinks about is me

OVERVIEW

Name: Roxanne Satine Flockton

FKA: Nicole Lisa Shaw

Nickname(s): Roxy, Daydream (D4YDR34M)

DOB: July 22, 2099

Age: 25

FC: Kaylee Kaneshiro

Height: 5'8"

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Demiromantic Pansexual

Occupation: Dancer at The Kit Kat Club / Hacker

Relationship Status: Single (Closed)

[+] alluring, methodical, street smart [–] manipulative, vindictive, unscrupulous

BIOGRAPHY

tw: parental neglect, abuse, implied csa

Roxy was raised by a single mother who was always very blunt about her origins. She was the result of an affair with a married man who had paid them a laughably small fraction of his net worth to go away and pretend like they didn’t exist.

It was a fact that was thrown in her face whenever she had something to say about how her mom refused to parent her, or how her rotating cast of deadbeat boyfriends treated her—that she should be grateful that they were even willing to acknowledge her. Feeding and clothing her was more than her dad had done.

Eventually, one of her mom's regular boyfriends got elevated to permanent man of the house, and things only got worse from there. Altercations between her and her new stepdad were frequent and often resulted in violence, a fact which her mom refused to even entertain, always choosing to side with her husband.

They frequently had friends over, causing Roxy to spend a lot of time barricaded in her room with her computer, learning all about hacking while they were busy getting drunk and high. On a good night, they forgot that she was there and left her alone. On a bad night, either her stepdad would get angry and find a way to make it her problem, or one of his friends would decide to sleep in her room.

In her teen years, she tried to run away from home several times and was brought back each time—sometimes by police, sometimes by her parents' shady friends. She didn't understand why they insisted on keeping her when they made it clear that they didn't care about her. It wasn't until she overheard them talking to their friend, who was their drug dealer, that she learned his late-night visits to her room were how they paid for their drugs when they couldn't afford them.

As soon as she turned 18, she hitched a ride out of town with two goals in mind—first to get the fuck out of dodge, and then to track down her biological father and give him a piece of her mind. Unfortunately, she didn't have a lot to go on.

She bounced around from place to place for a few months before arriving in the Metroplex. Settling in the lower district, she took a job as a dancer at The Kit Kat Club. Her time there has made her quite adept at manipulating men and she uses that ability liberally. She has never stolen anything, but if a patron willingly gives her their expensive watch, she isn't exactly going to give it back to them.

She is mean, vindictive, and spiteful, but she genuinely cares about the other dancers at the club. She is very protective of them and has several times taken matters into her own hands when a customer was getting too friendly.

She has continued to hone her hacking skills and has been a part of R4P7UR3 for the past few years. Their leader, Draven Thorne, has become something of a hacking mentor to her; although unbeknownst to both of them, they actually share more than a love of ones and zeros. They also share a father.

MISC

She has a tattoo on her left wrist that is a series of zeros and ones in an 8x8 grid. Each row actually represents one character and reads "FUCK YOU" in binary.

[mydysfunctionalvampirefamily]

Neil apparating from nowhere to remind Johnny he promised to dance with Britta.

Britta looking for 'big names' uhuh you aren't fooling anyone.

Oh boy, we haven't even danced yet!!! And people are alrwady being weird with skeletal masks.

John asking Neil to do magic on him! What a huge step.

Noooooo fucking Delgado! Why??? I wanted to see them all dance.

Goddamn Delgado, you're such an asshole. I hope Johnny will step on Your neck and kill everything you care about.

Yes! Whethers! 🎶You're my hero, my miracle, you're all I need tonight. 🎶

10 successes??? Hot damn. Wtfffff the embrace of dark selena???

Johnny being kind of honoured that dark Selena took a 'shining' to him and immediately a little drunk with power and ready to dance.

Wow! This is what makes Britta turn on her mobile phone. You know things must be scary.

So Neil puts heightened sense up, because he feels entitled to this information??? What?? I still don't understand what's happening.

Someone suggested that it is to do with him losing all his things from his haven and that he kind of sees the coterie as his belongings now? But idk?

Wynn once again looking out for Britta, so she doesn't have to answer all Neil's questions.

Lmaooooo what kind of middle school romance power struggle are Britta and Pendragon caught in right now?? It's your turn to leave a voicemail no your turn!

Wow Britta just gave Neil the closest she has ever come to a nervous talking to. Good on her!

Neill! Why do you NEED to know?? Like is this smth I made up all in my head? No right? Neil didn't act like this before, did he?

Is this all him feeling guilty and 'slipping up' as he said?? If that's it then why doesn't he do this with the others though?

Yes Wynn!!! Mom this fucking malkavian!!! Tell him to go to his room if he is a bad boy!!!

Goddamn the dragonsbreath bullets AND a good dancer??? Could Whethers be any hotter?? Goddamn...

"we care too much" 😭

Write your name with your ass???? 😂I never heard that before. That is funny though.

Ohhhh we get more gangrel juice??? 👀 So even though Whethers is kind of an uncle for Johnny. That kind of fits with his deadbeat dad/sire.

Is their sire dark Selena?? Could be.

Yes Wynn thank you for officially acknowledging you are the mom. And the babies! I am living for this, partly because it aligns exactly with my world view.

Good on you Jane, brag about Neil! I bet it's a new experience for him.

Yeah Neil is a little batshit, but mostly we love him for that.

👀👀👀 Whethers asking about the diablerie!

This was such a good and interesting conversation between Wynn and Whethers.

[songofclarity]

Who’s worse—JGY or JGS?

Jin Guangyao because he looked directly in the faces of his innocent victims, many of them people who cared about him, and did what he did anyway 🙃

Like, let's be serious about what Jin Guangshan actually did to the people around him. Jin Guangshan was a bad husband and a deadbeat dad, but that's because he had a reputation as/possibly fancied himself as a lover. He was doing a Casanova bit. He went about spending time with these women, enjoying their company, sharing his rich man problems while getting them to go "aww, poor baby" while he pitifully laid his head on their laps as they stroked his hair, and sowed his seeds. He was living a life of 'fuck around and find out' with Jin Guangyao helping him with the latter bit.

No one ever blamed Jin Guangshan for being cheap, however, or not paying his bill at time of service. By all means he was considered very generous at the brothel and Mo Village. He was Meng Shi's regular customer for a time. The token he gives her isn't meant to make her rich, it's a lover's token--and one he supposedly gives to all his lovers. She dreamed of castles in the sky, of him coming back and taking her and their son to his home, because she fancied herself as his one and only. She fancied their son as his favored son that he definitely would welcome with open arms, regardless of all the children he had never acknowledged or seen before, because it was their son.

That he had his fun and moved on to someone else makes him an asshole, especially when he played with her affections, even more especially when he left her burdened with a surprise baby, but men get away with this kind of behavior all the time in the real world, past and present. It's not OK and it's not all right, but it's because guys like that are so prolific in society that we get hit songs like Carrie Underwood's Before He Cheats (probably sung by Madam Jin in the MDZS musical lol):

Meanwhile it's often forgotten that Jin Guangshan was with the Second Madam Mo for five years! FIVE YEARS!! Jin Guangshan literally had two entire families for all that time--described as him trying something new by doing so (ch. 2). And while Jin Guangshan getting with a sixteen year old is not a good look, his influence and wealth and gifts gave her something she didn't have before within the Mo family: protection which lasted even after he had gone. Mo Village was helped a lot by Jin Guangshan too, it's said. Mo Xuanyu also got to grow up knowing his father for four years.

And while fandom likes to go, "Jin Guangshan is a piece of trash and everyone is happy he died!" I don't think that sentiment exists in the novel? Because while no one is surprised to hear he died doing what he loved best, no one is shown being happy about it. Not even Jin Guangyao, who believed using sexual violence on his father and twenty-five innocent women was an entirely righteous and unproblematic decision, is not actually happy about Jin Guangshan's death, because what he actually wanted at the end of the day was his father's favor.

It's only when Jin Guangshan leaves that people get upset with him (the rightful exception between Madam Qin, who got the worst of Jin Guangshan while he was drunk off his ass). And even then it's because they want him back! His lovers want Jin Guangshan back! They want him to take their sons and make great men and cultivators of them! All these people who interacted with Jin Guangshan simply expected him to come back to them at some point. Hell, even Wen Ruohan expected Jin Guangshan to come back into the arms of the Qishan Wen Sect before the Sunshot Campaign was through!

And yet Jin Guangshan slipped through so many hands like water because he lacks a spine. He gets bored. He won't commit. He moves onto the next beautiful woman who is willing to flatter him. He's such a greedy idiot because his brain is oxygen deprived since his blood resides in his groin most of the time.

(He squirms and yells and goes speechless when faced with the disrespect from Wei Wuxian and the Wen Remnants and Xiao Xingchen and Nie Mingjue because Jin Guangshan has fallen for his own gallant Casanova long con! All those lovely women and their families and their villages and their establishments have reminded him time and time again what a great and noble cultivator he is! He deserves the best! He deserves respect! He is used to the sight of bright eyes and sweet smiles and cheers and affection! He shouldn't have to suffer such indignity as being lectured in his own great hall or having a bastard son as his heir! Woe is he, woe is he!)

But, and it's important to remember, while Jin Guangshan left broken hearts and delusions of grandeur in his wake, Jin Guangyao left a whole goddamn scorched-earth behind. How envious Qin Su might have been of the women and children Jin Guangshan just left well enough alone when they were no longer of interest or use to him! Because at least Jin Guangshan let those women and children live. Because at least Jin Guangshan acknowledged, in his own way, that the lives of those women and children did not begin and end with his desires.

Jin Guangshan could live with his mistakes.

Jin Guangyao, however, could not.

So yeah. Jin Guangshan was bad, but Jin Guangyao was worse.

[elfmagesurana]

so because they all exist in canon they just die, i have made OCs of the other origins in my main surana playthrough

amell is already a harrowed mage, around anders age, and he is primarily a primal mage like most circle mages. hes a massive dick tho, cos hes my 'evil' playthrough character of sorts. to the point that anders fights to not mention how horrible it was to know amell cos he's such an ass. he wants to go to tevinter for the mage freedom part, but refuses to 'lose' by becoming a blood mage, and the slavery part wouldn't necessarily be a deal breaker. dies during uldreds uprising. Would have romanced morrigan and recruited loghain and sent alistair away to be a drunk :(

mahariel was my take on a dalish elf scared and distrustful of humans cos she's seen them hurt her people so much. dies from the taint, but shes surrounded by her family and friends in her final moments and gets told about what happened to her parents. Would have romanced no one, she would have did the ultimate sacrifice and died cos while she didn't like being a warden or never being able to go home, she still respected them

tabris is a devout andrastian and was looking forward to her wedding day, but that's not to last ofc. She tries despite her hardships to find the good in people, or else her suffering made her worse. she gets executed by hanging, probably either in the alienage or they dump her body there, but either way those scumbag humans are dead that hurt her and her cousin. Would have romanced leliana and killed the archdemon herself w the dark ritual cos shes afraid of death

brosca gets caught in the proving and dies in a cell next to her friend, that's canon we See the dead body (bones?) but she cared for her sister and sometimes her mom, and leske and she was so gnc. doesn't regret what she did but hopes her sister makes it and is happy. Would have romanced zevran and refused the dark ritual and sacrifice alistair

aeducan is similar to trian and everything wrong w dwarven society so bhelen never felt bad about killing his brother. would have been a deadbeat dad to that kid he has too. dies fighting a hurlock in the deep roads ofc, and wouldn't have romanced anyone cos there aren't dwarf female companions in dao and done an ultimate sacrifice death

cousland is a rich snotty noble who im torn on making a man or woman, but either way they don't respect other people especially those below them and would have been another evil run and they r devout andrastian as well, but the shitty kind unlike tabris, so they're v much a 'rich waspy christian' stereotype and they also suck, and had a one night stand w that one guy in the prologue I forgor his name. incredibly selfish. would have tried romancing zevran as a side piece and leliana as a main course so to speak. becomes king and kills alistair cos he's a theirin :( oh I guess I made him a guy lol