#he's upset about you killing cows

[tac-the-unseen]

Slapping Slasher's Ass and Running away!

Micheal Myers:

•He likes to believe he has complete control over his surroundings 

•He likes to imagine himself as a Jaguar; opportunistic, stealthy, adaptable, and an Apex predator

•And then there's you, here to snap them back to reality 

•If he's a Jaguar, you're an annoying bird that follows him 

•All this made clear when He's just standing in the kitchen and feels a hard smack on his Ass

•He whips his head around to see you, running at full speed and giggling 

•For a moment he's completely stunned 

•But only for a moment 

•He’s quick on your heels 

•In less than 10 seconds he's holding you in the air by your shirt, like holding a cat by its scruff

•You can immediately tell through the mask how pissed he is

•But for a few seconds he just leaves you suspended in the air, and soon enough he makes his decision. 

•He walks to your shared bedroom and drops you onto the bed

•You think you're in for some sexy-funtime

•That quickly washes away when Michael turns around and walk out the door 

•When you get up to follow you find that he's locks you in by putting a chair under the handle 

•This man is so sick of your shit, but loves you too much to actually harm you

•He just put you in time out while he waits for the stinging on his ass to go away

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•When the school day ends you're walking towards the front door, you spot both of your boyfriends walking towards the door too

•With the coast clear of teachers and most other students you knew what you had to do

•You rub your hands together diabolically and begins to run towards them

•when you're finally in the perfect position, you wind your hands back and as hard as you can, you slap their ass

•They both tense up and freeze

•When they see you running past them and laughing, they are quick to give chase

•They Chase you down the field and into the parking lot

•Stu was the one to tackle you onto the grass, making sure to protect your head when you fall

•Stu pins you down while Billy catches up 

•When (a winded) Billy reaches you two he drops to his knees and starts tickling you

•Neither boy takes to seriously and think it's a playful invention to rough house and playfully fight

Thomas Hewitt:

•While he was meticulously cutting up some cow legs, you spotted a golden opportunity 

•Thom’s fat ass in perfect position 

•After circling him, carrying the same box of tools, you decide to go for the kill

•”Tommy!” You shout while running past him

•Your hand makes firm contact with the side of his rear 

•You leave a blazing trail up the stairs while Thom processes what happened

•Thom watches you run away while his ass stings 

•At most he's confused 

•He just goes back to work 

Bubba Sawyer:

•You were playing with him outside

•Running around, picking flowers, picking up pebbles, roughhousing

•While play fighting you slap is ass and run away hoping he would chase you

•instead he stands for confused 

•after an awkward couple seconds, you realize he's not going to chase you, So you walk back to him 

•You ask if He's okay and realize his eyes is watering 

•After a frantic apology and check over You managed to figure out that he's not hurt 

•Bubba Just associates spanking with being bad/bad behavior 

•He was upset because he thought you were punishing him for being too rough 

•You made it up to him by making him a flower crown 

Bo Sinclair:

•This could go one of two ways

•He could be really into it OR he could freak out

•It depends on what mood you catch him in

•One day he'll think it's sexy and want you to do it again 

•The next he'll have a PTSD attack remembering his childhood 

•It's honestly best if you keep your hands to yourself

Vincent Sinclair:

•He honestly thought you did it by accident 

•He didn't understand that you were trying to play 

•He didn't react at all 

•You have to tell him what you're trying to do 

•He gets very embarrassed about not understanding that he kind of shut down for the day 

•He remains hunched over on his desk for the rest of the day 

Lester Sinclair:

•It honestly doesn't matter what you do to Lester, He's just happy you're giving him attention 

•The man is the definition of a puppy 

•He's just happy to be here 

•So if you want to play a game of Chase, He’lll Chase

•As soon as you slap and run away he's hot on your heels 

•He chases you through a field and down the roads 

•When he catches you he's out of breath and takes a second to dry heave 

•Then he'll hug and kiss you while walking back to the Truck 

Billy Lenz:

•Billy is one of the characters you Can not hit

•You think he'd be into to quick slap, but he has the opposite reaction 

•He thinks you're planning on hurting him And will either attack you or hide 

•If he chooses to attack, You're likely going to have to hold him down until he calms 

•If he hides, leave him alone

•trying to find him would be like walking into a coyote's den

•eventually he'll come back out because you're the only person that still talks to him 

•He figures it's better to be physically abused than be lonely 

•Good luck explaining that it was just a joke 

Brahms Heelshire:

•He was acting up after you told him the grocery boy was coming today

•He was whining about how you don't need to interact with him and how the help shouldn't be seen or heard

•You remind them that you're technically ‘the help’ and he pouts on the couch 

•When the doorbell rings he immediately jumps up to try to stop you 

•You have a light bulb moment

•You get closer, reach around, and slap his ass

•You almost immediately push past him to run to the door 

•Brahms is quick to follow, but not quick enough

•You swing open the door before Brahms can reach you

•He hides just in time, and proceeds to stew behind the door.

Hannibal Lecter:

•While he was cooking up some breakfast you come up behind him and hug him

•He greets you and continues to cook 

•You two have a lazy conversation while you lean your head against his shoulders 

•Deciding he's not pay enough attention to you come up with a plan

•You steal one of his knives, slap his ass, and bolt out of the kitchen 

•He gives you about a 5-second Head start before he begins his hunt 

•In that time He turns off the stove and allows himself time to find you

•He slowly starts his prowl 

•Checking doors, behind furniture, around the stairs, and behind curtains 

•When he finds you, he pounces and pulls you into a pinning hug

•He forces the knife from your hand and kisses your forehead

•”Let me finish breakfast, then I'll spend time with you.”

Will Graham:

•While on the world's most boring fishing trip (Will Even admitted this trip sucked) You watch as no lines get tugged

•board out of your mind you decide to at least mess around 

•While Will was leaning over to check his lines you slap his ass as hard as to can, which throws him into the calm river

•You howl with laughter as Will get thrown overboard 

•When he resurfaces we comes back up with a scowls on his lips, but a playful look in his eyes

•”You suck” he chuckles while you help him back in

•As soon as he's on board, he throws you into the water and laughs

The Lost Boys:

•All the boys are up for a good chase, But they all have different reactions 

•David

-Slapping David's ass takes balls

-As soon as you try to run he has you by the arm 

-He smirks and pulls you towards him

-”Oh-ho-ho, where do you think you're going?”

-If you play your cards right he'll let you go to properly chase you 

-All’s well and good before he flies at you like a hawk

•Dwayne

-He'll let you run away But as soon as you're out of sight the game is on 

-It doesn't matter where you're at 

-The boardwalk, the cave, the forest, the beach 

-He sprints and tackles you to the floor 

-”Did you honestly believe you could outrun a vampire?” He muses

-could turn playful, could turn romantic 

•Paul

-as soon as your hand collides with his ass, he shrieks 

-He playful pretends he's wounded 

-He writhes on the ground, cries fake tears, hand over forehead

-”Why should you do this to me!” 

-”I thought you loved me!” 

-Walks around all day telling his brothers that you abuse him 

-gives you love bites while telling his tale of woe 

•Marko

-when you slap his ass he lets out a moan that causes both of you to freeze 

-after a few seconds Marko whips around 

-”Tell no one.” He says in a completely serious voice 

-You know for a fact the others would make fun of him for the rest of his unnatural life 

-Every time you're behind him, he turns around to face you So it never happens again

Thanks for reading <3

Sorry this took so long! I've had a busy week!

[llamagoddessofficial]

LLAMA. HOW DARE YOU POST SOMETHING SO SWEET AND ADORABLE AND HEART MELTING.

Now all I’m thinking about is the boys preening you back. Picking through your hair, getting upset when a cow lick doesn’t wanna go down properly. Picking lint and dirt off your sweater after a nice long romp through the forest. Imagining skull trying to pick through your hair, getting rid of any pieces of debris that doesn’t belong. Dust fixing the collar of your jacket, because you might get cold. Killer wiping dirt off your face. Nightmare plucking dirt off your clothes.

You preen their wings, and they do their best to return the favour. Because that’s what you do when you trust someone. That’s what you do when you’re trying to say “I love you too.”

Dust only preens you when you're alone together. He doesn't like an audience. If someone walks in on him preening you something in him snaps; it's straight to the kill. You've had to rescue Killer once or twice because he stumbled in on Dust nuzzling you and Dust (who easily overpowers anyone in the team when he really puts his mind to it) went right for the throat. Dust is a goshawk, so you can't outrun him, overpower him, or outmanoeuvre him. You're his human, and this is his private time to be as loving as he likes. He's usually just gentle and affectionate when preening you. But with no one around to judge, he occasionally gets a bit... silly. He'll blow a raspberry on your shoulder, or pinch your nose, or suddenly tickle you. Don't ask him, he's just as confused as to where it came from. Maybe it's the Sans in him.

Horror is... well. He's Horror. He's not subtle about anything, let alone his affection. He'll regularly drag you into his arms, or kidnap you from whatever you're doing, so he can sit you on his lap on the couch and pick knots out of your hair/lint off your clothes. You'll probably end up getting into the habit of just carrying a book or laptop around with you so everywhere you go; that way, when Horror kidnaps you, you can just cosy up and relax for a while. He's especially possessive when preening, and the others won't bug you for a while, not really willing to get on the nerves of someone as big as Horror - sure, vultures are 'just' scavengers. But he's still twice their size... and vultures specialise in breaking bones. Dust might go for the throat when interrupted, but Horror? Horror goes for the spine.

You'd expect Killer to be constantly following you around, harassing you to let him preen you. But surprisingly, he doesn't. It seems like he knows better than to randomly brush his fingers over your hair or play with your clothes. Over time, you start to think that maybe he doesn't even want to preen you, maybe he just doesn't like you that much... he never brings it up, he never broaches the subject. He doesn't even try. ... Until you're alone with him when he's sleepy. Then all he wants to do is touch you, touch your face, smooth your cheeks, interlock his fingers with yours. Part of him feels very strongly that he's a terrible person. He thinks he's untrustworthy, unlovable, and shouldn't try to bond with you like that, because he'd be a terrible partner and it's unfair on you. But when he's tired, he just doesn't care, and instinct takes over. Be sure to make the most of it.

If you're not looking for it, you won't see Nightmare's preening. Especially considering the others are so obvious about theirs. But once you start looking for it, you realise it's everywhere, a constant and endless stream of affection - when you turn to face him while you're talking, he traces his claws over your hair, as if brushing away some invisible piece of lint. If you make him laugh (to everyone else's shock) his hand naturally finds itself lingering on your shoulder where he picks something off you. He'll stop you so he can button your shirts properly, he'll adjust your scarf, when he stands beside you he traces your back looking for something to fuss. It might seem like nothing. But coming from someone as emotionally withdrawn him? It may as well be a marriage proposal.

[forthegothicheroine]

I don't know if you do requests for the Great Detectives, but I'd love to see how you think the Great Detectives would handle the murder of King Hamlet of Denmark.

This is a GREAT one! The big question is whether they all talk to the ghost of the dead king; I think I'm going to have to take that on a case-by-case basis, with whatever feels right for any specific detective.

So, in a series I do sometimes, how would various great detectives solve the murder of King Hamlet...

Sherlock Holmes: Well, obviously ghosts don't exist, so jot that down. But in Holmes's experience, living humans often pretend to be ghosts (or even make dogs pretend to be ghosts!) so who could this be? The young prince Hamlet, who everybody says has gone mad? Holmes deduces that he isn't mad at all, and is in fact conducting psychological warfare against his hated uncle; while Holmes disapproves, he concludes that the boy is completely right about Claudius due to his knowledge of the play The Murder of Gonzago, as seen when he's upset about changes in a production. The Murder of Gonzago is a play which premiered in a town in Denmark known for its manufacturing of poisons for pest control!

Hercule Poirot: Poirot is quite sad to hear that the monarch who invited him as a celebrity guest has died; why does this always have to happen when he goes on vacation? Polonius spies on the guy to see what he's up to, but Poirot is much better at snooping on people than he is, and nobody can keep anything hidden for very long. He gives a summation where he reveals Claudius killed his brother. Prince Hamlet immediately goes to attack his uncle and they struggle over a sword. King Claudius falls dead and Poirot bows out, because determining whether Hamlet should suffer consequences or just become king is not his department.

Sam and Peter: Hear me out- if we bump Hamlet down from ambiguously college-aged to ambiguously high school aged, we can replace Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. These two nerdy kids are shipped in to cheer their friend (more like acquaintance) Hamlet up, and to his surprise, they respond to his depressing monologues by taking notes and asking for further details on why the world is so corrupt. Hamlet isn't so happy about them doing an investigation into "What is up with Hamlet's super hot mom?" but when they suggest interviewing Claudius to see if he has the face of a liar, he enlists them to help out with putting on The Murder of Gonzago. The rest of the play mostly goes the same, but they find the letter Claudius planted on them and show it to Hamlet. One of the last lines of the play is when Fortinbras is looking at everyone lying dead, but then Osric points out "Sam and Peter are alive!"

Phryne Fisher: Phryne is a dubious (if genteel) woman Laertes has taken up with, whom Polonius is doing everything in his power to drive away. Phryne doesn't care, but it does bring her attention to the fact that the man is apparently constantly spying on everyone in the castle. On whose behalf is he doing this? King Claudius? Is he afraid someone may assassinate him because of his brother's suspicious death? What was the official story about that, anyway? She exchanges sexy insults with Prince Hamlet, refusing to be cowed, and ultimately agrees to play the queen in his production of The Murder of Gonzago (where she gets a little too into the love scene.) When she turns and looks directly in Claudius's eye in the audience during a crucial line, she can see the answer to everything. Claudius tries to convince Laertes to kill her, saying she corrupted Ophelia into being a whore for a mad prince, but Laertes can't go through with it and kills Claudius instead.

Dale Cooper: King Hamlet's ghost tells him who killed him in a dream, but Cooper doesn't remember. He befriends Horatio and tells him that in order to understand the death of the king, it is crucial for them to study an old Icelanic poem about a man who feigns madness, because the answer to the mystery lies somewhere within. Horatio doesn't totally get it, but he figures Cooper must know what he's doing and goes along with it. When everyone is gathered to watch a production of The Murder of Gonzago, Cooper first steps up onto the stage, guided by a spirit in the form of a snake wearing a crown, to announce that King Claudius killed his brother. Prince Hamlet immediately stabs his uncle. Determining whether Hamlet should suffer consequences or just become king is not Cooper's department.

Philip Marlowe: All I know is, most of this mystery involves him getting thrown off the palace grounds repeatedly and being told that a bum like him better keep away from King Claudius if he knows what's good for him. If he ever gets out of Denmark alive, Marlowe thinks to himself, he's never leaving LA during the winter ever again.

Sam Vimes: Vimes can actually interview the ghost, but that doesn't mean the case is closed. He's not worried about the ghost actually being a deceitful fiend, he just thinks there's a possibility he's wrong. After all, if Vimes was poisoned and his ghost found out some creepy relative immediately married his wife and took his job, he would also jump to conclusions! He spends a lot of time yelling at royal people and getting threatened with execution (Vimes doesn't know how his job ended up involving so many clashes with royalty, but so it goes), and is disrespectful of religion enough to spy on Claudius while he's having his remorseful confession. He can't arrest him, but he spreads the word around, and as the royal court dissolves into backstabbing and finger-pointing, Vetinari walks in with a full retinue (and more importantly, a list of all the debts Denmark owes to Ankh-Morpork) to evaluate the situation and congratulate Claudius on his "excellent decision" to abdicate. Claudius later dies of a totally natural snake bite in his ear.

Columbo:

Your Majesty, King Claudius, forgive My clumsy common nature. I am not A noble gentleman, nor do I live With such great honor as yourself- a thought, However, troubles me this night. For how Should some strange serpent come to bite a king? And why within his ear? It puzzles! Now, I beg that I may ask just one more thing…

[ooooo-mcyt]

The cow incident in Limited Life drives me insane.

Joel comes out of Double Life and he immediately doesn't know how to cope with it. He'd been painfully alone, in Third Life and Last Life, something he recognized and lamented multiple times. Every alliance he made was temporary. He was always forced onto the offensive, always forced to play it risky, always forced to rely only on himself. Then Double Life happens and for once Joel can go to sleep knowing he'll still have a partner he can trust in the morning. That never happened before, and he doesn't know how to handle it ending.

The first time Joel sees Etho in Limited Life, Etho has a new thing going for him. Allies- so fast?- and a plan. That's how this game works, of course, Etho's been through this twice before. But for Joel, who never had a partner to lose in the first place, feeling like a stranger to Etho felt. Bad. It felt like abandonment. Betrayal. "I can't believe you replaced me with a cow!"

So Joel kills the cow, and the next one for good measure. He has to. Joel feels stupid and lonely and discombobulated, and he hates the helplessness of it, hates feeling weak. So Joel proves he's not any of those things, that he's as ruthless as he was in Last Life. Etho clearly moved on, after all, Joel wasn't going to be the sentimental one.

Meanwhile from Etho's perspective, he hasn't done anything to Joel. All Etho did was find a new team, because it's a constant rule across the series that previous seasons don't matter (well, they do matter, they matter so much, but they aren't supposed to, and the players honor that as much as they can, for the most part). Etho can't be expected to immediately rush back to Joel and beg to be a team again. That would be- unprecedented, and frankly, pathetic. So Etho plays the game like normal. And then Joel kills his cows.

Etho has no reason to think it was retribution for anything- it just feels malicious. Like Joel was going out of his way to target the things Etho values and destroy them, possibly just to show how little their previous connection mattered to him. So of course Etho was upset, and of course Etho held onto it, couldn't let it go, because life moves on, and seasons change, but feelings don't, and to Etho, Joel killing that cow was such a betrayal of those feelings.

Of course, things have cooled down, since Limited Life. But neither of them have ever been good at talking about how they feel, and the rift never closed fully. Because to both of them, the other person made the choice to cut off the lingering ties between them very early after Double Life ended, and that's not a gap that's easy to bridge if you feel like it'll just get you hurt.

[mcflymemes]

TWISTER (1996) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

cow... another cow.

why can't we spend a normal day together?

don't start that shit.

things go wrong. you can't explain it, you can't predict it.

killing yourself won't bring your dad back.

i'm sorry that he died, but that was a long time ago.

you gotta move on.

stop living in the past, and look what you got right in front of you.

what are you saying?

you're going to the hospital.

i'll go, but i'm gonna drive myself.

your car is in a tree around the corner.

you couldn't resist, could you?

wait wait wait. i need therapy?

i didn't say that!

that was a good size twister.

that would be sweet.

[name] is the most outta control son of a bitch in the game!

you guys have got to get some new stories.

i'm gonna go wash up.

we are way too close.

he's naked! he is butt naked!

the twister caught it, and sucked it right up!

you've got a lot of beef.

did you see my cows out front?

we crave sustenance.

we are absolutely not going.

i gotta go.

you'll be safe at the motel.

i'll see you in the morning.

i'm saying goodbye.

i won't be there.

you know what? i can't compete with this.

i don't even know where to start.

don't do this now, please.

the funny thing is... i'm not that upset.

i never meant for any of this to happen.

don't worry about me. i know my way home.

when you used to tell me that you chase tornadoes, deep down i always just thought it was a metaphor.

look, all i'm saying is don't fold the maps.

she did not marry your penis.

where's my truck?

do you want me to drive?

it's a very pretty truck.

don't even think about it.

my god, who are these people?

that's no moon, that's a space station!

did you see that explosion?

so you want the papers?

do you need them right this second?

you act like you're getting married.

it's the wonder of nature, baby!

he really is in love with himself.

have you lost your nerve?

you guys want to wrap this up pretty soon?

i think they're getting better at this.

i am happy. i'm a happy person.

it's gone.

check out that sky!

i think we've seen enough.

can i drive?

you son of a bitch.

what'd you think, i wouldn't find out?

the hell are you talking about?

i think he's a little shaken up.

can you see this?

we do not have a visual.

hey there professor, i think i fixed it.

oh god, he sucks.

christ, i'm sorry! i didn't know!

it was nice meeting you.

time to impress me.

today we're gonna make history.

you go stop it.

i don't know how.

we were lucky.

[sniffle-bird]

actually no i’m not done talking about eurylochus how does nobody understand what he’s getting at in ‘mutiny’.

i’ve seen people call him a hypocrite for being upset at odysseus for sacrificing the crew when he tried to leave the men at circe’s island but that is just. so wrong. giving up on rescuing men from the hands of a very dangerous sorceress and goddess in order to save the rest of the crew is not comparable to odysseus willingly leading six men to their deaths without their knowledge.

that’s not even what he’s upset about. he’s not mad they sacrificed the men (well. he is. but that’s not his main argument) he’s mad because ody picked that route so easily. which is why he brings up all the other things they’ve faced, e.g., the cyclops, (“you were quick to hatch a plan”) and circe, (“it was you who left behind no man”). which is why he literally begs ody to lie to him and tell him he had no idea how going through scylla’s lair would go.

“tell me you did not know that would happen, tell me you didn’t know how that would end.”

“use your wits to tell me that i’m crazy and mad, that this is all a trick the gods have sent.”

“tell me you did not miss home so painfully bad that you gave up the lives of six of our friends.”

and odysseus, who is usually very chatty in all other songs, is dead quiet, which eurylochus comments on in ‘scylla’. eury makes no attempt to usurp him until ody tells him he can’t say that he was clueless or mislead and that he knew exactly what he was doing, which is when he says, “then you have forced my hand.”

eurylochus’s mutiny is not a power hungry act, it’s something he was quite literally forced into in order to keep the crew safe. ody just showed that he was willing to sacrifice members of the crew for the sake of getting home, and eurylochus has to protect them.

to him, he has tried and failed to reel odysseus in time and time again, first with the lotus eaters, trying to discourage them from going/deciding to just raid the place. if they had, they likely wouldn’t have spoken to the lotus eaters and they wouldn’t have gone to the cyclops cave. polites would be alive, athena would still be with them. there are many other examples of this but i’m trying (and failing) to keep this post on the shorter side. ody is a wild card they can’t afford to keep playing when they get into a crisis. the crew specifically sings, “now the time has come to shut you down.” the entirety of mutiny is like a fat intervention for ody’s spiralling into the “monster” he thinks he has to be to get home.

then of course there’s the whole thing with him killing the cows, blah blah, i covered it in my other long ass eurylochus defence post, but i’ve seen so many people give eury shit for calling odysseus “captain” again after they get into trouble and it’s just so. shallow. their view of eurylochus is so shallow.

i’ve spoken about this before but there’s a very interesting manner in which eurylochus refers to odysseus. he calls him “captain,” but also “ody,” and his brother/his friend. it’s not like polites, where he switches from calling odysseus the captain and also his friend when they’re alone. eurylochus switches almost sporadically. times where it would be appropriate to call odysseus his captain, he calls him ody/brother/friend. times where it would be appropriate for a less formal title like his nickname/something more affectionate like his brother or his friend, he calls him captain. it’s like he doesn’t know where he and odysseus stand. his view of him is constantly shifting and changing.

so obviously, when odysseus sounds so distressed after he kills the cow and suddenly leaps back into his leadership role eurylochus would also subconsciously slip back into his role as his second? his ‘captain’ doesn’t really sound that scared to me, either, more… confused? concerned? slowly realising he’s fucked, yes, but more in a ‘regretting jumping off a building the second you step off’ way. not in a ‘omg how could this happen pls save us captain’ way.

he doesn’t know wtf is going on. he was expecting to kill the cow, get a good meal for his remaining crew, and then get smited. instead he has his captain screaming at him, thunder clouds rolling in immediately, all this shit happening, of course he would call for his friend. it’s not even a call for him!! it’s a response!!! to ody screaming that they’re doomed! “you’ve doomed us all!!” “captain?” like omfg

eurylochus is NOT looking for odysseus to save him or pull him out of his mess. he was just confused and obviously kind of spooked. and the title is a whole other issue that i could honestly write an essay about (or a fic. it’ll probably be the fic.)

[marchsfreakshow]

You Over Her! [Dandy Mott]

Angst/fluff

Dandy has taken to you plenty, but Gloria's idea to marry him off causes him to stick to your side like glue.

A request by the wonderful @poeticsorcery <3 thank you for this!

So many ways to execute this idea aaaa I hope this reads well I'm in love with Dandy being clingy to you<33

No one's perspective

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Dora could only do so much for the whiny man-child. She could only take so much abuse before you stepped in fully. Sure she still liked cooking, but you had to serve everything to Dandy. If it wasn't given to him by you? Anarchy. Clearly, you didn't love him as much as he thought if you weren't bothering to help out.

Every evening he sat and watched you as you cleaned. Cleaning every inch of the playroom he loved so much. But he adored you more. If your clothes were ever so slightly uncomfortable, they were thrown and new ones were on your bed in the morning. If you slacked off and almost fell asleep, you'd get yelled at before being tucked into the makeshift bed in the playroom. Sweet words whispered, uncomfortably, into your ears as the covers were messily tucked around your body.

"you're so amazing. So perfect. So gorgeous. Everything." He chuckled, staring at your sleeping face. A finger tracing your jaw, nose, and cheeks. Every part of you he needed. Every part.

This routine of you two sharing small stares and smiles through your workday had been fine for the months you stayed. Pay never lowered, and you found yourself silently attached to the brat despite his... tantrums. Whenever you went to bed you pretended to sleep so you could be aware of Dandy's small kiss on your cheek. And to your forehead, to your neck, chest. Never lower. He was a gentleman after all. It was a sweet few months, with sweet talks and treats for your work.

But, fate decided to intervene on the most peaceful day of all. Dora was out. So was Gloria. Dandy was in his playroom with you, watching you as per usual. Watching you move as you adjusted his items, and humming show tunes to yourself. Such a quiet, peaceful day. Until Gloria's shrill voice decided to break your, quiet time with the spoilt man. "I need you out." She mentioned to you. "Dandy! I have someone for you to meet."

Not wanting to upset Gloria, you immediately walked out. But looked a bit sadly at Dandy, who was immediately annoyed to no ends of the earth. A lovely woman, your age was behind Gloria as you walked out. The eye contact with each other was slightly tense. She could tell you wanted to be left alone, but you could tell Gloria's wants. She wanted this girl to marry Dandy. Badly. So much so, that a potential payment was held in the woman's bag. Walking away to Dandy's room, you closed the door, in an attempt to make Gloria happy.

Obviously, you didn't stay in there. You immediately walked back out once you could tell the two ladies were in the playroom. Eavesdropping on the conversation. A very one-sided conversation. Dandy was practically silent as Gloria introduced the woman and practical information about her. You could almost tell Dandy was rolling his eyes and was thinking more about you.

Only a few minutes passed before you heard steps out of the room. So, you just made it seem like you were hanging around, waiting for the conversation to finish. "She's such a cow." You heard before arms wrapped around you, and a face buried itself in your neck. Letting out a small awkward chuckle, eventually, you reciprocated the unexpected affection. In your head, any and all scenarios played out in detail. The worst one you thought of was Dandy killing the lovely lady just because. You knew he wanted to explore murder. He spilled his heart out to you whenever he got a chance.

"Dandy! Please just take a chance on her!" Gloria's slightly uninterested and shrill voice intruded your ears once again. He shook his head silently and stuffed his face in your neck again. If Gloria spoke up again, you might have to punch her.

So that's exactly what you did. She kept pestering Dandy with the call of his name and begging for a wedding. A heavy and annoyed sigh left you and pushed the brat off you (gently of course) before going up to the brat's mother and punching her. You hit her in her nose, causing her to fall back slightly, stumbling as she caught her footing. Your stare was hard, and cold as Gloria examined the blood dripping out of her nose. Oh. Shit. That wasn't meant to happen.

Where was the lovely stranger in all of this? She was stood by one of Dandy's stuffed animals, watching on in fear. A broken nose, yelling and a tantrum wasn't how she saw her day going. She expected to be introduced to her future husband, prepare details, and move in. All with a promise of a good deal, and money. Plenty of it. Everyone was easily swayed by money. And the Mott family had it at their fingertips 24/7. How could such a handsome man be such a baby? It dissuaded her if it wasn't already obvious that marriage would not be taking place.

You? You were getting a gentle kiss on each of your red knuckles, and praises sung in your ear. Dandy was already so swayed by you, and that punch made him fall deeper. Such a strong... persuasive way to tell Gloria no. But she shrieked your name and looked at Dandy with that look she couldn't erase from her eyes. "Why do you insist on staying with this dreadful person?!"

"They're better than some hag who only wants our money!" He raised his voice back, finally hitting rock bottom with his mother. Everything basically collapsed at that point, and the stranger took this opportunity to run out, heading in whatever direction she could so she didn't risk a punch from you. You felt bad for her, only slightly though. Sure she wanted to be married for the money, but you were sure she was a sweet woman.

Minutes of screaming passed and Gloria eventually headed out, down the stairs to 'calm herself down' which left Dandy staring annoyedly at the door to the playroom. The best thing you could think of was to put your hands on his face, staring gently at him. His eyes met yours, and immediately you could tell the brat softened. Dandy's hands pulled you closer, and he almost melted under your touch. "you feeling better now?"

He nodded into your neck, pressing little kisses to the skin he was close to. Any touch on him made him feel better, in any situation. As long as it was you. "How about I marry you instead?"

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Kash

You're at the top. You have everything; especially the unwanted attention from lesser male coworkers who want you dead. You also have money, a lot of it, and a pathetic kind of look about you that Toji finds extremely endearing.

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OR, suicidal reader who actually wants hitman Toji to kill her.

Warnings: suicidal reader (like explicitly states wanting to die), hitman toji, reader being referred to as woman, lady and a cash cow, dubious consent, overstimulation, fingering, pussy eating, rough sex, nipple play, Toji being an asshole who has a huge dick unfortunately. please let me know if I missed anything and please enjoy!!

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You can’t even begin to count how many times you’ve been told throughout your life that money can’t buy happiness. You had never really listened though, never cared. If you were struggling, then of course money would make you happy—you’re not an idiot.

But you hadn’t realized just how lonely having money made you feel inside. Earning more than you needed, everything was taken care of; you had a too big apartment you didn’t need, the space empty besides you and a stray you picked up when loneliness got the better of you; a nice car that didn’t break down often, the second biggest office in the whole building. You were at the top.

Too bad you didn’t give a shit after a while. And even worse that your coworkers did.

After yet another promotion somehow, it became their tipping point. Young guys, three or four of them, you’re not sure. Never really cared for their names, their faces all blending together the longer you were forced to look at them in meetings. But they knew you, and boy, if they didn’t want to do everything in their power to knock you down a peg or two. Even if it meant snuffing you out for good; anything to clear your spot and give it to someone more deserving, they would say. A man, they really meant.

You notice him, for what you believe, is the first time he’s ever followed you. A big, burly man, simultaneously blending into the crowd on a constant basis, but too obvious for you to not notice him. He pretends to lower his head and look at his phone when you crook your neck to watch him, despite the way his thumb scrolls too quickly for the device to even be active.

Is it money? These men; they’re always after money. It wouldn’t surprise you if the man straight up snatched your thousand dollar bag from right underneath your arm. But he doesn’t. Just continues to follow you, at a far enough distance away that anyone not too keen on their surroundings wouldn’t notice. But you do. You always do when it comes to men, when it comes to being the only female lead in your industry to make as much as you do.

The man follows you home, and you can’t find it in yourself to care too much. If he wanted to rob you, he could’ve done it a few blocks back. If he wanted to kill you, he could’ve done it when you purposely took a turn down a dark alleyway. But the man hadn’t followed you down there, hadn’t made his presence that obvious. But he somehow met you around the corner, his clothes dark, his hair black, eyes shrouded by his stringy fringe.

If he killed you, you’re not sure you’d be entirely upset. The only thing you’d regret is not having your money to go to anyone besides your cat, although she deserves a spoiled life, according to her high-end tastes. But if this man—this huge, intimidating looking man with his scarred lip and the weight he carries in his waistband, silver and warmed to his body—were to end your life, you’re not sure you’d be angry at him.

Probably wouldn’t even plead for your life. Why plead when things are this exhausting anyway? When your coworkers spit in the coffee they offer to make you every morning? When you have no one to come home to besides a yowling little feline? When you eat dinner alone, lunch alone, breakfast, even a small fucking snack alone. You have no one, and practically feel like no one, just as much.

Who would really miss you, anyway?

You don’t amp up your security in those following weeks. You probably should if you wanted to continue on with this life you’ve worked so hard for, felt so dull about now. But you don’t. Make a routine that allows the man to follow you, giving him ample opportunity to sneak up on you in between your stop for a morning donut and the library to drop off the book you finished for the week. You pick up a new one when he doesn’t follow you in, waiting for the inevitable dark head of hair to trail you along the halls, the carpeted floor quieting his heavy steps.

And when he does follow you in, do you finally pick up a book you’ve read thrice now, and leave. He follows, and you expect nothing more. This routine goes for entirely too long, honestly. You’re not sure if he’s just a shitty stalker and doesn’t know that you notice him, wants you to acknowledge him, or is just trying to spook you. Either way, you’re finding yourself tired of it all when you have to complete the work you didn’t think you would have to because you had presumed you’d be dead by now. 

It’s only when his stalking has gone on for a good six weeks, when you finally muster up the courage to address him.

“When are you gonna kill me, huh?” You ask the man, spinning around on your heel, watching him try to duck nonchalantly into an alleyway. But you follow him around the dark corner, sure you’re probably as safe in this dank alley with him as you are having lunch with your coworkers. The man looks surprised, at the least, to see you addressing him. You two make for an odd sight; shrouded in darkness from the gloomy overhead clouds, thick and heavy with rain, sputtering every few minutes to ruin the Gucci shirt you’ll probably die in today. You’re all prissy and put together, head held high, chin up, a cup of your favorite coffee in hand, probably the last time you’ll ever drink it. 

And the man—the man is more handsome than you gave him credit for. You could never really make out much of his face, but you see him now, barely, with the overhead light of the streetlamp above you. His skin is pale, and he looks a bit older; his hair jet black and cut short; his eyes a dull green that almost fade into a black nothingness; a scar cutting through pink lips; his build almost twice the size of your own. He’s the picturesque of the perfect hitman. The thought almost makes you smile. 

When the man doesn’t say anything, has the gall to raise his eyebrows and look around himself as if in question of who you could be talking to, you snap. 

“I’ve been waiting for too long now.” You frown, tucking your purse under your arm tighter, in hopes that the contents don’t spill and make too much of a mess when he splatters your brains on the concrete. “Get it over with already, and feed my cat in the meantime. She’s a picky little shit, so make sure you get the high end food. She won’t eat anything else.”

Your voice is so sure, no quake or quiver, no begging or pleading, no fear for this strange man that has been, undoubtedly, following you for so long that you’re surprised he hasn’t taken action against you yet. Toji can only chuckle under his breath, astonished by the woman in front of him, thin eyebrows raised so high they damn near touch his hairline. He folds thick arms over his chest, sizing you up and down, how there’s not even a tremble in your knees as he stares down at you. 

“Goddamn.” He states plainly, chuckling again at your pinched expression when he doesn’t pull out his gun immediately. “No negotiations?” He cocks his head in question to you, expecting some kind of back and forth before he ends your life. But you’re only tight lipped, lips covered in your prettiest berry shade, worn once more before your inevitable death. You fold your arms, matching his stance, and the man has the nerve to look amused at your huffing. 

“I hear you’re a lot more loaded than those shitheads at your job that hired me in the first place.” Toji mutters, lifting his chin to you, a smirk ever growing on his soft looking lips, makes your stomach flutter just the tiniest amount at the sight. Goddamnit. Too bad you’ll die without having had sex in literal years. “Maybe we can come to some sort of agreement, huh?”

“No thanks.” You say flippantly, quick as ever, taking a long sip from your drink, before you toss it into a nearby dumpster. You check your watch in the meantime, noting that your cat will need to be fed in around an hour or so, the greedy little thing. Toji only blinks at your nonchalant demeanor, stunned to silence. “I can give you my banking information and then you can kill me afterwards. Just remember to feed my cat, or donate her to the shelter, or something. I don’t know.”

Quiet falls between the two of you, the only sound the beginning pitter patter of rain starting to fall. It bounces off of the concrete, seeps into the expensive suede of your shoes, shoes that you don’t really give a shit about, especially if they’re going to be covered in your blood in only a few moments. Toji blinks at you. You blink back, casting him an expectant look. This is the deal of a lifetime: to get paid to kill someone who, not only isn’t putting up any kind of fuss, but is also offering you all of their money in exchange for you to kill them too. You’re basically funding your very own hitman, and the fucker has the nerve to look genuinely stunned. 

“In what way would that benefit you?” Toji asks after a long bout of silence, his head cocked to the side as he blinks away raindrops from long, black lashes. “Me taking your money and your life?”

“What’s the point of living anymore? It is what it is.” You shrug, folding your arms over your chest as you let your purse hang from your elbow. He could just snatch it from you and then blow your brains out with that gun you know is against his hip. Or he could strangle you, if he was one of those crazy kind of killers. But Toji just looks at you like you’re the oddest little thing in the world. 

Well, shit. In all the years that Toji has been a hitman for hire, he’s never really felt bad about taking someone’s life. They’re usually a piece of shit in some way, or they’re just another bounty that he doesn’t really give a fuck about. He’s used to the pleading, the begging—not this, not you. 

It almost…excites him, revs him up in a way that he hasn’t felt in god knows how many years. He stares at you for a long while, thinking, contemplating, before he smiles. Its evil, devious in its unfurling that finally makes you really evaluate the man in a way that you hadn’t done so beforehand. You have the nerve to take a single step back that Toji follows, smile stretching into a grin as he reaches a hand out to you. 

“How about this? I keep you alive—”

“Again, no thanks.” You snap at him this time, pushing away his hand almost childishly. Oh, he’s going to enjoy having you around for a long, long while. Toji reaches out again and grabs you this time in too big, hot hands, holds you by your elbows as he pulls you into him until you’re stumbling. You finally look scared, more than you have the entire time he was stalking you, more than he even thought was possible for your constantly apathetic expression. He feels his cock hardening, heavy as it twitches to life against his thigh. 

“I keep you alive,” he repeats, pulling you closer until you’re pressed against him, eyes suddenly wide as you stare up at him. “And make life worth living. In return, you come with me.” 

You rear back at his words, fear melting into a look of confusion before it bleeds to one of irritation. You try to snatch away from him, but the man only holds you tighter, looking at you from under his lashes in a way that makes your stomach twist. You ball your fists up and attempt to hit him in his chest, but he only holds your wrists captive, tight to his body as he watches every minuscule twitch on your face. 

“The whole point was that I wanted to die, asshole.” You snarl at him, returning to that usual, familiar bite he got a glimpse of earlier. Toji only smiles at you, condescending and small. 

He can see that, your suicidal ideation, need, but Toji doesn’t say it out loud. He can see the exhaustion that runs so much deeper than missing a few nights of rest. He sees it in the bags under your eyes that you barely try to hide with makeup anymore. He sees it in the set around your mouth, the firmness of someone determined to do something permanent, drastic. He sees it in the way your shoulders shag, defeated, how you uncurl and open yourself up to him, ready to have the weight of living taken off of your shoulders. 

Too bad Toji has always been a selfish man. He can do this one act of kindness in his life, can’t he? Save someone from themself? Breathe life into one, instead of snuffing it out like how he’s done for so many years? 

He tells himself he’s doing the right thing. He doesn’t much believe it, but you look at him with so much hopelessness and apathy, and your pockets are just so heavy, and you’re such a pretty, pathetic little thing and—

And he never said he was that much of a good guy, now did he? 

“You don’t want to die.” Toji tells you, speaking over you when you begin to protest. “You just don’t want to be you anymore. Let me take that burden off your chest so you can be whoever you want to be, sweetheart.” 

The fight in you dies down as the prospect of what he’s offering you sinks in. It’s not completely untrue, what he’s said, how you’ve been feeling for a while now. Everything has lost its luster in life, become something meaningless and dull; the promotions, the money, the luxury items, the high status. You’re so tired of being needed, of being threatened, of being envied and hated and being—you. 

Toji watches the fight bleed from you, bit by bit, as his words settle deep inside you. He watches the gears turn in your head, how you go over every moment of your life for the past few years, how its all accumulated to you ready to give up everything and find a bullet through your skull if you no longer had to feel like this anymore. Your gaze travels far away from him before finding his eyes once more, a new kind of look gracing your tired features that he doesn’t think he’s seen before. 

“How are we going to do this?” You ask Toji, shoulders relaxing, arms falling limp as he stills holds your wrists in his grip. He pulls you to his chest, a small smile gracing his face, pulling taut at the scar on his lip. You’re so entranced by how handsome the man looks in the muddy lighting, how his eyes are a lot lighter than you expected, that you can’t prepare yourself for when he knocks his forehead against your own. You’re out cold before you can even hit the ground. 

…

Toji works quickly and efficiently. He pulls out a pocketknife and cuts a long stripe up his palm, grunting a bit under his breath at the sting. He squeezes his hand closed next to your head on the wet ground, spreads and splatters it in a way that he hopes the idiots will fall for. He turns you over until you’re on your stomach, rearranges your limbs to look like you fell from the force of the bullet through your head. 

“You’re gonna hate me for this, sweetheart,” he murmurs under his breath, smearing his bloodied palm in your hair to make the look even more convincing. It helps hide the lack of a hole in your skull with the messiness, and he finishes everything off by tearing your pants a bit, tossing your shoes a few feet away as if kicked off during your supposed flight from him. He stands back and admires the picture he’s created of you, feeling an uneasiness in his gut at the sight. 

To think that these men had tried to kill you, all because of—what? Because you made more than them? Because you were at a higher position? In their description, they said you needed to be knocked down a peg, shown what happens to bitches who don’t know their place. He didn’t give much of a shit at the time; money was money. But to see just how defeated you were, how much those stupid, weak pieces of shit had obviously gotten you to your breaking point, whether they were trying to or not. 

Seeing you in the way they most desired made his stomach turn in a way he’s not sure he’s felt much before. If you asked him to kill them for even a slither of your worth once you woke, he’d do it for barely a fraction of that price. 

After taking the necessary picture of your spread out form, Toji hauls you up before anyone can spot the two of you, although he doubts it with the pouring rain and darkened alley. He hefts you over his shoulder as if you weigh nothing, covering your head with your own blazer as he makes the short trek to your place, avoiding as many cameras as possible, chuckling out how drunk you got to those who give him a stare too long. 

He finds your car in the parking lot with ease, one he’s kept track of many times during his stalking. He digs through your purse for your keys, keeping you hefted on his shoulders, humming a little under his breath as he slides you into the two-seater, settling himself behind the wheel. He doesn’t remember the last time, if ever, he’s driven something this nice. God, he's going to love keeping you more than he thought possible. He’s never going to have to work again for the rest of his life if the net worth online about you was true. 

And by the way you would look at him in times of doubt, he’s sure you’re going to love being kept just as much as he’ll love keeping you. His own little cash cow, just as pretty as you could be. 

…

When you wake, you’re in an unfamiliar room, stripped down to a too big shirt you’re pretty sure isn’t yours, your silk pants and suede heels long forgotten. You’re groggy, head pounding as you groan quietly, trying to sit up before the dizziness forces you back down again. 

What the fuck? Where were you? What the fuck happened? 

You blink a few more times, trying to bear the splitting headache behind your eyes, as you slowly work yourself into an upright position. As you look around the room, you try not to let panic set in as everything from before comes flooding back to you. You agreed to live, quintessentially run away with the man whose name you still don’t remember getting, in exchange for him getting access to all of your money. And then he…knocked you out? What the fuck for? 

You can ask him why, as the man strolls through the closed doors, dressed in a tight fitting shirt and loose sweatpants, his feet bare, his hair wet as he rubs a towel through it. He pauses for a moment at the sight of you groggily blinking at him in confusion before he smiles, tiny, nodding his head in your direction. 

“A few things you missed since you’ve been out,” he starts, making his way over to the spacious bed you were laid in. 

“Since you knocked me out.” You spit back, hackles rising like a cornered animal. Toji only rolls his eyes at you, settling across from you on the bed as he tosses the towel to the floor, leaning back on his hand as his head rests on his shoulder. 

“It didn’t kill ya, though, now did it?” He teases with a grin, chuckling a little when you grit your teeth at him. 

“Anyway,” he continues on when you open your mouth to, presumably, cuss him out for the jab. “First of all, I’m Toji, and obviously, I already know who you are.” You throw him a scathing look that he ignores. “But, I had to knock you out so that your dead pictures looked more believable to those idiots. But, I can’t send in the pictures until you’ve drained your bank account, so that’s on our agenda for tomorrow. In the meantime, I helped us to a nice little cottage a couple hours away from where you stayed so that we can lay low until we get the cash and go wherever the hell we want.” 

It’s…a lot, the information, an overload of everything that happened since you’ve been knocked out. How hard had he hit you? Did you ever wake up once in between these longs bouts of him doing whatever the fuck with your body and your money? Did he knock you out again and again until he was ready with his stupidly prepared fucking speech? Would you have permanent fucking damage after this, because the asshole wouldn’t stop? 

That’s probably what he wanted though; you dead quicker than you would think, so he could use you up until he was bored of your presence. You’re ready to pummel him with questions—where exactly are we, how am I going to empty out my accounts without raising too much suspicion, where are we going after this, what am I going to be doing with you in the meantime—but only one thing pops out before you can stop it. 

“I’m not doing anything until we get my cat.” You say simply, arms folded over your chest, the scratchy fabric of the shirt rubbing against your arms. You think its his shirt, that he placed you in it once you arrived, that he must’ve somehow ruined your gucci one from faking your death. Toji only blinks at you, stunned to silence before his eyebrows screw up in both confusion and irritation. 

“Thought you didn’t give a shit about the thing?” He asks, swiping his fringe from his forehead, giving you a peek of the smooth, alabaster skin that still glistened with wet from his shower. You watch a trail trickle down his temple, curving against a sharp jaw that seemed to grind with every passing second. 

“Yeah, but I can't let her starve to death.” You fire back at him, as if it was obvious. “That’s cruel, but I guess you’d understand what cruel means.” Shooting him a glare thats downright nasty, Toji matches your look, settling further on the bed as he cocks his head at you. 

“Oh, I do, huh?” He asks, leaning in entirely too close, but you don’t back down. Match his stare with venom in your eyes, arms folded tight, lips pulled taut as he scans your face with a dizzying slowness that makes you swallow thickly. “Do you want me to show you how cruel I can be, sweetheart? Cause last I checked, I’ve been nothing but nice. Overtly nice, if I do say so myself.” He mutters the last part to himself, gaze casted low as it trails down your body, your naked legs. 

He undressed you, while you were unconscious. Placed you in his clothes, laid you in the bed, and you’re pretty sure even washed your hair from the dampness that sticks to your scalp. Nice would be the best way to describe his actions, if he wasn’t your hitman that you basically bought off to keep from killing you. For him to act like you owe him, is fucking incredulous, makes you burst with an unrestrained laugh as delirium seems to drive your words. 

“Is this what it’s going to be? Threats if I speak back to you?” You reel back in astonishment, feeling something familiar ache in your chest  Memories of men looking down their noses at you every time you do something better than them, show them how much more capable you are than they expect you to be. “Wow, a man in his fucking feelings because I have a mouth thats more for sucking dick. What a fuckin’’ surprise.” 

You spit the words out harshly, expecting Toji to reel away from you, to lash out, to maybe even backhand you for how you speak to him. But the man only sighs at you, as if you’re merely a child thats gotten too mouthy, cranky and petulant. He gazes at you from beneath low lids, eyes dropping from your own to your mouth, how your lipstick has faded from being brushed against his back as he hauled your unconscious body, from lying on the scratchy pillow beneath you. 

“I don’t mind a smart mouth that has multiple uses.” He tells you, his words a husky mutter that makes your insides heat up in ways you don’t want them to for, essentially, your kidnapper.  “Just don’t throw my kindness in my face and shit on it.” 

“Draining my bank accounts for your own gain and keeping me as a—what, pet, is you being kind?” You spit back at him, the fire in your tone dissipating little by little the longer he looks at you like that. He’s too close and he’s too laser focused on your face, your mouth, the vein in your throat that jumps with every swallow. Toji gives you an odd little look as he inches forward, backing you up into the pillows until he’s damn near on top of you. 

“Do you want me to be mean? Is that it?” He asks softly, whisper-quiet, his tone dripping in condescension as he hovers above you without ever touching you, his presence domineering and intimidating. “Do you just want to feel something for the first time in your miserable fucking life?” He spits at you, caging you in on the pillows with both of his fists planted by your head. You’re damn near lying flat on the bed, your heart in your stomach, but you still sneer at him, raising your chin in defiance as you try not to let his words maim you. 

“Fuck you, that was a low blow.” You snap at him, placing your hands on his thick pecs, trying to push him back as much as you can. But he presses against your weight until your wrists buckle ever so slightly, his previous sneer melting into a lazy smirk as he settles his thighs on either side of yours. 

“I could go lower.” Toji says softly, his tone suggesting something much dirtier, his gaze traveling from your lips to the tattered shirt you wear that barely covers the softness of your thighs. You snap at him before he can find something there for consumption, find it hot and wetter than it should be at the moment. 

“Try it.” You say, firmly pushing him once more. This time he moves just the slightest bit, but only because he lets you move him. He grins at you, at the fire in your eyes, the way you try to shift your hips subtly to keep him from knowing what his proximity, his words, do to you. 

“Oh, I like you.” Toji says, more to himself than anything. You try not to gasp at the protrusion from his sweats, how it hangs heavy, skimming your thighs as he watches your expression closely. He’s looking for a reaction, something to tell him you’re the mouse and he’s the cat, that he’s working you up just as much as you are him. But you only shove at his chest once more, scoffing. 

“I bet you do, fuckin’ gold digging whore.” You spit at him, expecting that to be the breaking point, for him to lose his patience and do the worst to you that so many men have dreamed of. But Toji only laughs, low and hearty, as he sits back on his knees, finally giving you the tiniest bit of space. He still cages you in between his thick thighs, doesn’t try to hide the erection tenting his sweats as he lets his head roll to the side, almost bashfully. But nothing about the man, how he subtly flexes his muscles, grins at you with a look dripping in lust, is shy. 

“Yeah, I was gonna offer.” Toji says casually with a shrug, chuckling at the way your eyes damn near bulge from your head, like what he’s saying is a casual thing shared between long time friends. “You’ve done so much for me, sweetheart; paid my debts, got me out of the hole. I figured I could do something even nicer in return than letting you live?” 

Toji drapes himself over you once more, this time pressing his full body weight on you, forcing you to feel just how grateful he is. He’s nestled between your thighs, forcing the shirt up until it pools at the bottom of your stomach, exposing your panties that have gotten stickier with every passing moment. His chest is against yours, his nipples kissing your own through the fabric, his nose skimming the curve of your jaw, your cheek. 

You feel like you’re being entranced by some siren, like a sailor out on the ocean being led to their death by an enticing figure that you know, subconsciously, will be the end of you. Once you do this with him, there’s no going back. Once you agree to this, there will be no deniability about your role in this entire thing, that you’re no longer some victim plagued by the shitty life you had lived for so long and was desperate for an escape. 

“Giving me mediocre dick that I’m inadvertently paying for isn’t all that nice, in my personal experience.” You say instead, trying to still sound as tough, as sharp as you had beforehand, but your words come out breathy, strained. Toji only hums, declawing you moment by moment, as he rests himself atop of you, using his hands to run up and down your sides, his rough fingertips gentle, his palms thick where they cup your hips, your thighs. 

“So you’re not new to this?” He asks instead of something snippy you expected. You can feel the grin pulling at his mouth against your cheek where he nuzzles you, pressing a fluttering little kiss to the heated skin. You pull away from him, trying to sink into the mattress, trying to deny the need and the want burning at the pit of your belly. You press your hands against his chest again, but he’s so close, it only aids you in feeling the hard outline of his pecs. They’re taut but soft, round, his nipples hard and poking at you through the fabric. You want to touch them. 

“That’s not what I meant.” You say instead, digging your nails into his chest, hoping the pain will deter him. But Toji only hisses, rutting his hips against the underside of your belly, the roundness of your mound, a groan slipping from his parted lips. 

“I’m still not hearing a no.” He says softly, turning until his mouth skims yours in not quite a kiss, but you swallow thickly, anyway. 

“You’re not hearing a yes, either.” You say against his mouth, trying to fight the temptation, the pleasure thats on the rise. Toji only laughs at you though, sliding his hands beneath your shirt, brazen enough to cup your tits through your bra, making you gasp at his boldness. 

“Is that it, then?” He asks sharply, touch suddenly turning mean as he squeezes your breasts in his rough hands, making you hiss out in a mix of pain filled pleasure. “You’re the type whose pleasure has to be forced on them so they can turn their brains off, be someone else for a while? That does track.” He chuckles against your mouth, rutting his hips until he’s grinding against you, grinning wide when he feels your hips moving with his in tandem, movements short and hesitant. 

“Fuck you.” You spit, claws inching from his chest into his hair, yanking until he’s exposed to you, your fangs ready to tear into him, into the monster whose stolen you, who tries to make it seem like the pleasure he’s giving you was something you asked for from the beginning. (Didn’t you, though? With that sad look on your face, that hopelessness? The plead to take your life and your money, no gain for you whatsoever? Isn’t this what you wanted all along? To feel alive? To not be so lonely anymore? To be seen and touched, without having to worry about returning to normalcy in the morning?) 

“I’m trying.” Toji chuckles under his breath, finally fitting his mouth to yours at the same moment he rips your bra down from your chest. You gasp against him, back arching into his grip as he palms your breasts in his hands, pinching your nipples between thick fingers, harsh. You hiss into his mouth as he kisses you, all tongue and spit as he swallows every sound you make. His cock twitches against you, leaking through the thin fabric of his sweats, dirties you with his precum that you want to taste. 

“So soft,” Toji whispers as he kisses you, lips smooth yet rough against you, teeth nipping at your bottom lip to hear you gasp. “So pliant.” 

He kisses his way down your throat, fitting his mouth against your pulse point, baring his teeth in threat against the thinness of your skin. He could rip your throat out if he so pleased, and you’re not sure if you would put up much of a fight in the end. But he licks at your salty skin instead, pressing sweet kisses that turn bruising with every second that passes on. Your shirt is pulled over your head without much fight, despite your strangled protest as he wrangles you out of your bra, his palms big and scarred, one bandaged that you hadn’t noticed beforehand. 

Toji slides his hands beneath your body, forcing your back into an arch, pushing your breasts in his face. He skims wet lips over your taut nipples, grinning at the shaky inhale you can’t fight down. 

“Sensitive little thing, aren’t ya?” He whispers, fitting his mouth around your breast, hollowing his cheeks as he lathes his tongue against the perkiness of your nipple. You want to bite at him, push him away, tell him that you don’t want this, that you should be dead right now, not enjoying the way he licks at your nipple with long, slow pulls. 

“How long has it been?” Toji asks suddenly, looking up at you from beneath his lashes, keeping you in a deep arch despite the way his uninjured palm slides from underneath you to the panties that cling to your sticky lips. You don’t realize the question isn’t rhetorical until he bites at your nipple, pulling with sharp teeth as you gasp, your chest pressing against his face as you follow his canines. Toji lets go with a grunt, reveling in your hissing little moan, fingers toying with your lips through the thin material. 

“I asked you a question, boss lady.” The words are a jab, just slightly. You force your eyes open, looking down at with him a grit in your lip, hands suddenly pulling at his hair in retaliation. But Toji only soothes your irritation, your meanness, pursing his lips around your nipple as he sucks, tantalizingly so. His fingertips drag up and down your lips, up and down, again and again, his touch featherlight. It makes your hips buck in pleasure, in want, need, as he teases you with a promise of mind numbing pleasure. 

“How long has it been for you?” Toji repeats, fingers pressing just a little harder, enough to split your lips open, enough for him to find your swollen clit. He plays with it through the fabric, his touch light, your nerve endings on fire. Your hips buck without much control over them, your mouth dropping open in a small gasp as you try to wrack your brain for an answer. 

“I don’t know,” you whisper, eyes fluttering closed as you press his head further into your breast to feel him suck at your nipple once more. “Years. A long time.” 

“Hmm, I can tell,” Toji hums, grinning around your breast when you pull at his hair once more. “You were always in control, weren’t you? Telling them how fast to fuck you, how deep. Always taking your own pleasure.” 

He states his words more than asks you, at the same time his fingers slip beneath the thin material of your panties. He finds your swollen clit with no problem, toying with the fat little thing, his fingers rough, circling it until your hips begin to stutter against his hand. He smiles to himself, switching to your other breast to bite at the fat there, glancing up at your glazed over eyes, how your mouth hangs open with quiet little gasps. You’re close already, he can tell. Have you never even touched yourself in that time without any partners? 

“You’ve never had it forced on you, have you? Never let somebody else take the reins?” Toji whispers, fingers keeping that same rhythm against you, applying more and more pressure as he skims your nipple with his teeth. He gathers your wetness from your pulsating hole, slathering it over your clit, making your hips jerk as you hold onto his shoulders for support. 

“Toji, I’m gonna cum.” You whimper, nails digging into his skin, still angry, still confused, still ready to tear into him and let him rip you equally to shreds. He grins, as if he can hear the internal war raging on in your head, fingers pressing against your clit harder with every passing moment. 

“How many times do you think you can cum for me tonight?” He asks when you tip over the precipice of climax, your entire body shuddering as you whimper out a pathetic little sound. His cock twitches heavily at the way your mouth falls open, how your eyebrows screw up. God, you’re such a pretty little thing that he can’t wait to ruin. “How many times do you think I can make you, hm?”

His words turn mean as he keeps rubbing at your clit, despite your climax trying to wash itself over you. Toji doesn’t stop; if anything, he picks up his ministrations, kneeling over you as he uses his bandaged hand to press two thick, mean fingers inside of you. There’s little resistance, but the burning stretch makes your eyes roll back in a mix of emotions too complicated for your fucked out mind to process. 

You cry out, legs kicking at the burly man, trying to push him away by his shoulders as you fight to get away from the pleasure. But Toji only follows you, dipping his head down to nip at your breast, at your quivering bottom lip, at the softness of your belly, your thigh. 

“Stop, its too much. I can’t,” you plead, lower body shaking as you can already feel another orgasm trying to wash over you, strong and overwhelming. But Toji ignores your pleas, ducking down to replace his fingers with his mouth, sucking your swollen clit inside his warm, wet cavern. Your back arches off the bed as you cry out, much too loud, wonder if anyone is close enough to save you. Wonder if anyone cares enough to rip you away from the person who made you want to live, just for him to dangle you over the cliff of life and death as he curls too thick fingers inside of you until he presses something soft and sensitive on the first try. 

“I told you, I have to show you just how thankful I am that a precious little thing like you fell right into my lap. Gotta show my gratitude to my new cash cow.” Toji mumbles around you, grinning when you try to kick him, pinning your legs down with his weight. You writhe against the bed, chest heaving as another orgasm wracks your body, this one much too soon and overwhelming. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you gasp out a soundless moan, your nails digging into the sheets as you try to buck your hips to push him away from you. 

“Fuck you, fucking stop!” You cry out shakily, tears lining your eyes as you struggle to catch your breath. “I said—” 

“I know what you said.” Toji hums as he cuts you off, fingers still fucking inside of you, the sound of your pleasure wet and loud as it leaks down his palm. “You also said you wanted to die. How could I ever believe anything you have to say after that?” He cocks his head at you, catching your eyes as his tongue rolls from his mouth, licks a long stripe up the swollen nub of your clit, torturous and slow. You whimper, feeling an unfamiliar pressure in your lower belly, your legs trying to twist away from him as he holds eye contact. 

“Please,” you sound so pathetic, can’t think of a time where a man has reduced you to something so weak. But Toji doesn’t make fun of you, doesn’t belittle you and the tiny little noises you can’t control. Instead, he has the nerve to look a little struck by your soft sounds, the way your cunt clenches around his digits so tight, he think you’re trying to force him out. 

He doesn’t let up, though. If anything, your pathetic little show has only spurred him on more, makes him wrap his lips around your clit and suck harshly as he bullies a third finger inside of you. Your back arches completely off the bed, your chest painful and tight as you fight to suck in a breath. Two orgasms back to back and he hasn’t let you take a breather once. You’re not sure you can last much longer. You think you may be dying for real this time, as your eyes roll back and your toes curl up and your entire body lets go. 

“Shoulda known you were a squirter,” Toji grins to himself, mean fingers fucking into you harshly as he forces out the spray of liquid from your cunt. He pulls back to watch, getting soaked in the process, his free hand rubbing at your clit quickly to force more pleasure out of you. You think you’ve actually died this time, as your mind goes blank. It feels like your body has begun levitating from the bed, like you’ve ascended somewhere high, as your hips jerk uncontrollably in Toji’s grasp. 

The moment you feel like you’re finally starting to come down, starting to catch a single breath, its punched out of you in a yelp as Toji pushes the fat head of his cock inside of your still spasming cunt. Your hips jerk in surprise at the wider stretch, another squirt of your pleasure being forced out of you, around his cock, splattering against his toned thighs as you force your eyes open. You don’t even remember him releasing his cock, don’t know how he maneuvered himself to still finger fuck you as he pulled himself out, how the transition from three fingers to an even thicker dick was done so quickly. 

“You’re killing me,” you cry out, wrapping your arms around his thick neck as you can only hold on. There are tears streaming from your eyes that you hadn’t even realized were coming out of you, wet sounds emerging from between your conjoined bodies. Toji only laughs at you, loud and hearty, wrapping your trembling thighs around his waist as he presses his weight against you until you’re fully pinned under him. The smacking of his thighs against your ass is a loud, wet echo in the room, the sting of his skin only a dull feeling from how the thickness of his cock curves inside of you. 

“I was always gonna kill you, baby.” Toji grins, pressing his forehead against your own until he catches your eye, your gaze hazy and unfocused. You’re completely fucked out, an empty headed little thing that he’s sure is the prettiest and most alive you’ve looked in a long time. He glances down at where you’re connected, how the fat shaft of his cock forces its way inside of you, finds you still gazing at his face with an air headed look that makes him groan. 

Toji cups his hands around your nape until they lock, forcing your head down so you, too, can watch how he fucks you. How the angry red tip of him drools and leaks inside of your cunt, how the mushroom head splits you apart, how the veiny shaft fills you up, how his soaked pubes kiss your own. His balls get tight at the sight, at how he’s ruining you, the uptight business mogul who didn’t want anything more than to not exist anymore. How you plead for him to go easy on you, how you cling to him, how your eyes get little hearts with every stroke inside of your greedy, wet pussy. 

“Look at how grateful I am. Watch how I fuck you,” Toji whispers, his head pressed to yours, both of your gazes stuck on how he opens you up. It’s a wet, sloppy sound, your conjoined pleasure, your cunt squeezing around him as you near your nth orgasm for the night. “Touch yourself, sweetheart, touch that pretty little clit for me.” He rasps, finds himself nearing his own orgasm much quicker than he’s used to. But you’ve gotta sweet pussy and a fat wallet, and he’s got a lifetime ahead of him to use both as he pleases. 

You do so without much fuss, despite the fact that your clit is almost painfully swollen. Its sensitive to all hell, but you listen to Toji, do as he says as you watch his thick cock split you open with loud, smacking strokes. Your hips twitch from the intensity, from the overstimulation, but you rub at your clit until your body locks up, until you’re coming so hard around his cock that you think you black out for a few seconds. 

When you come to, its with another gasping cry, your head pressed against the pillow as Toji finally let you go. But he jerks his cock off on your clit, his hand soaked from your own cum, uses it as lubrication to get himself off. He watches your fucked out face, his breaths heavy, the scar on his lip twitching as he bites his lip. 

He cums with a grunt, his eyes clenched shut as he grits his teeth, covering your clit and pubes and tummy with thick ropes of white, hot seed. It keeps coming and coming until you’re covered, his thick tip tapping against your clit that makes your hips jolt, a whine forcing its way up your throat from the sensitivity. Toji grinds against you, even after he’s finished coming, keeps prolonging both of your pleasure now, until you’re crying and clawing at him, begging for a break, for you to be able to catch your breath, something. 

Toji finally lets up when another tremble wracks your body for the final time, both of you unsure if you came again, or if your body was just overloaded for the time being. He figures that he’ll let you rest for now, since in a few hours, he’s expecting you to get your ass up and empty that bank account so that you two can fuck off to god knows where. Speaking of bank account…

Toji rolls off of you as he searches for your phone in the purse he had dropped off on the floor once he dumped you in here. He already used your credit card to rent this place for the night, but he didn’t know just how much was in your actual account. He grabs your phone, padding back over to where you’re passed out on the bed, limbs sprawled, wet between the thighs still. He can’t help but chuckle at the sight of you, before he’s opening your phone with your face ID. 

He scrolls for a minute, looking for your banking information. And when he sees just how much you have in your checking and your savings, he thinks he’ll be set for the next five lifetimes. He grins to himself, cock twitching to life once more, thinking, he’ll definitely have to show his gratitude again when you wake up. 

Thank you all so much for reading! kind comments/asks/likes/reblogs are so greatly appreciated! <3

[annierants]

in defense of eurylochus

Many people are hating on Eurylochus because of his actions, but if you do, you probably haven’t got a good analysis on his character and/or you just want to hop on the hate train because you have nothing else to do. There are characters who have done much worse than him. (ie. Calypso, a literal abuser)

First of all, I do NOT get Eurylochus hate. It just doesn’t make sense to hate him. Sure he made mistakes, but so did Odysseus. Have I seen any hate to Odysseus? No, I haven’t. Not understanding Eurylochus is absolutely not a reason to hate him.

In ‘Luck Runs Out’, we see how Eurylochus is feeling about the events happening currently/what could happen/what happened already. We can see that he is kind of nervous. The crew just lost Polites + a few others. Everyone is still shook up from the cyclops. Polites was not just Odysseus’ best friend, he was probably very friendly with the crew, so when he died, Eurylochus + the crew were probably upset. Eurylochus doesn’t want any more lives to end and that they shouldn’t take risks. The crew always agrees with Eurylochus, Odysseus tells him to not disagree and always be devout.

Next, the wind bag thing. This is why many people hate Eurylochus and it doesn’t make sense. “o-o-oh but he killed many people when he opened it!” Well, sorry to tell you this, but since Odysseus blinded Polyphemus, Poseidon was definitely going to attack the ships anyway. In ‘Ruthlessness’, does Poseidon mention ANYTHING about opening the wind bag? No! He’s only attacking because Odysseus had blinded his son, which is valid. So, technically, it was not Eurylochus’ fault. In ‘Keep Your Friends Close’ who are the first members of the crew to hear about the wind bag? Perimedes and Elpenor. Not Eurylochus. When Eurylochus opened the bag, do you think he knew what was inside? Probably not! In Puppeteer, Eurylochus wanted to tell Odysseus about the wind bag as soon as he could, but Odysseus waved him off, saying that it could wait. In Scylla, Eurylochus obviously feels guilty that he opened the bag, as he did apologize.

The crew-turned-into-pigs-thing. Eurylochus knew Circe was a clever witch, he SAW her turn the men to pigs. He knew she was powerful and didn’t want to take risks around her. Eurylochus wanted to leave because he didn’t want Odysseus to die. Beating Circe was difficult and Eury didn’t want his brother in law to turn into bacon. Eurylochus was being realistic and didn’t want to take risks, let’s be honest.

Let’s talk about the mutiny. The crew was tired of Odysseus being captain and all of his decisions. Since Eurylochus was the voice of the crew, they were going to listen to him. They were starving and tired. If you were on the water for 12 years with almost zero food, you’d be starving too. Put yourself in the shoes of Eurylochus and the crew. You would want to find the first island with food, right? Even when Perimedes stabbed Odysseus, the crew let Ody live and Eurylochus was nice enough, even after getting mad at Odysseus, to stay by his side while unconscious. 

Now here’s the other big part. The cows. They were starving and they knew they weren’t going to make it home. No, it’s not Eurylochus’ fault the whole crew is dead, and it’s not Odysseus’ either. The crew basically just gave up and they knew that the cows belonged to Helios, as Odysseus said. The act was super suicidal and it basically showed how the crew gave up from going home. “‘but we’ll die’ oh and whose fault is that?” I’m TIRED of people saying something like that. THE CREW KNEW THE CATTLE WERE IMMORTAL‼️ and if you were on the sea for 12 years, I don’t think that you’d be able to go that long without food. If you can, cool. Good for you. Anyways, they also spent years running away from the wrath of Poseidon, so it’s understandable why they gave up. They are humans, not gods, after all.

In conclusion, Eurylochus and the crew don’t deserve the hate they get. If you say “I’d rather forgive Calypso or Antinous rather than forgive Eurylochus and the crew”, are you serious? You’d rather forgive an abuser and a whatever you’d classify Antinous as than a starving man?? Some people like that are kind of stupid. (no offense to anyone, just had to rage a bit) EURYLOCHUS, THEY WILL NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER MAKE ME HATE YOU!!

Have a nice day and thanks for reading this rant!

[a-bottle-of-tyelenol]

I think people who criticize Eurylochus in Mutiny need to take a second and actually think about the context of what’s happening in this confrontation.

I’m not talking about all the shit I’ve said over and over again— like how Eurylochus is the voice of the crew and represents their wishes so attributing him to opening the windbag is more symbolic than anything, or about how he has an implied arc between Puppeteer and Mutiny where he understands he was wrong and is now betrayed because he feels like Odysseus went back on his beliefs. No, I’m talking about the very simple fact that Odysseus not only sentenced Eurylochus to die, but he also had Eurylochus pick out the five other men to sacrifice— all unknowingly.

Eurylochus was supposed to die in Scylla. Odysseus tells him to light six torches under the premise that Eurylochus would take one and pass out five others, and these six men would be the sacrifice to Scylla so the remaining men can pass through her lair. The only reason this isn’t what happened is because, according to the commissioned animations Jorge had artists make in his vision, Eurylochus gave his torch to someone else during the chaos, not knowing what he’s done until it was too late. Eurylochus realizes what’s happening just as the final man is killed and he connects the dots.

Think about that for a second.

Eurylochus, in the span of less than a minute, watches six of his friends be brutally killed (literally torn apart and eaten by Scylla, the stage directions specifically say the ship is covered in gore that (iirc) Odysseus refuses to look at) and realizes that it’s because he’s the one who gave them the torches. He realizes that Odysseus, his captain, was either too cowardly to execute him outright or was too uncaring of how things ended as long as he, Odysseus, survives in the end. It didn’t matter which six men died. It didn’t matter if who Eurylochus chose or if he was even apart of that group. Odysseus is so apathetic to their lives that it didn’t matter at all to him— and the crew realizing this is what leads to their revolt.

Because maybe internally he feels that guilt. Maybe he does care and he has to force himself not to for the sake of getting home. Maybe, maybe, maybe, but how are they to know that? How are they to see this as anything other than a captain, a king, gone mad and willing to sacrifice them for his own agenda? This is exactly what mutinies are for.

And then Odysseus says, “Don’t make me fight you, brother, you know you’d have done the same!”

To the audience, this just sounds like him justifying himself of the DECISION to sacrifice them, likening it to Puppeteer when Eurylochus had a similar plan (one that was still VERY different— again, context matters. Eurylochus thought those men were already doomed and that trying to save them would only kill the rest of them. He did not want anyone else to die and, through his implied arc, it’s all but stated that he realized Odysseus was right and likely regretted that line of thinking entirely).

To Eurylochus, to the crew, it is a spit in the face. Eurylochus would not have been so flippant with their lives. He would not have executed Odysseus for his crimes (as shown by the fact that Odysseus is stabbed by Perimedes and lives, which means he must’ve been patched up by Eurylochus or another crew member under Eury’s command in order to survive making it to the island of Helio’s cows and through the encounter with Zeus), nor would he have played the mind games of having him hand pick which friends would die. He would not have done the same, even if it meant that they all died an honorable death years ago because Eurylochus wouldn’t be able to captain them the way Odysseus had.

Even if Eurylochus were a terrible, selfish person for opening the windbag and even if he were a hypocrite for getting upset after he suggested that they abandon the men Circe cursed, I still think he had every right to mutiny, every right to say ‘if you want all the power you must carry all the blame’, and every right to be angry and betrayed. What Odysseus does to Eurylochus in Scylla is horrific, and the question of “if Eurylochus deserved it” is now irrelevant because he survived and Odysseus is attempting to justify it to his face, instead of standing on his decision. Saying “don’t make me fight you, brother” after deciding that Eurylochus’ punishment for opening the windbag is to be executed is wild and I don’t blame Eurylochus for reacting the way he did to it.

EPIC tells us a lot that Odysseus sees himself as above man despite his instance that he’s just a man, full of so much pride that he indirectly compares himself to a divine force— a god— multiple times and the result of that is him playing with the lives of men that are seen as below him and worth less than his life is (a betrayal because, to the crew, they are all just men trying to get home). Mutiny is a song, and set of events, that requires you to understand the context of why this happened, and how it could have been prevented. Because, despite the fact that fate and tragedy are at play, this didn’t need to happen the way it did and understanding that is the key to empathizing with Eurylochus and understanding his perspective during Mutiny, both when he revolted and when he lost all hope and gave up.

To the crew, Odysseus doesn’t care about whether they live or die as long he survives. To them, Odysseus only begs Eurylochus not to give up because it will probably kill him too, not because he actually cares about him or any of them. The audience knows this to be more complicated but how could they, after what he did during Scylla, see it any other way? And, in the end, does it really matter if he chose to have Zeus kill them anyways?

[codyton]

No Eurylochus Slander

- “He opened the Wind Bag”

Yeah, and there’s two reasons why he did this. One, did we just forget Aelous’ terms? Because she verbatim said, “hey if you can keep the rest of your crew from opening this bag you’ll win the game and go home,” which means that the Wind Bag was incredibly tempting. Two, Ody was being incredibly suspicious and ignoring Eury’s concerns, throughout the Musical at this time, we can see the buildup of distrust between the two. In the cyclops saga, Ody doesn’t take Eury’s or Athena’s advice of just leaving and instead doxes himself.

- “He was ready to leave the men on Circe’s island”

Yeah, because he just watched his men get turned into pigs. Like sure, the Cyclops and Poseidon could hurt and kill them, but Circe could manipulate their very being. Eury wasn’t focused on saving all of the men, he was just focused on saving the men he knew he could save.

- “He got upset over 6 men dying”

Yeah, because Ody sacrificed them. Ody sacrificing the 6 men betrays his own morals. Imagine you’re Eury, and you watch the man who left no men behind at all, suddenly switch up, first by killing the Sirens, and now sacrificing the men. I’d be upset too.

- “He stabbed Ody in the back”

Yes, because when would Ody sacrifice the rest of the men to get home. Also, that wasn’t Eury, that was Perimedes who stabbed him. Eury was just the one who the crew trusted more at the time.

- “He killed the cow”

Put yourself in Eury’s shoes, you’ve watched your closest friend tangle with the gods with little consequences, but suddenly when you kill ONE cow to feed your men, you get punished. How is that fair to him? Eury cared so much about the crew that he was willing to defy the gods and his captain to feed them.

[confusedgayscreeching]

Y’all I have so many feelings about Epic: the musical. Hatred for multiple characters is a big one!

Obviously, like any other sane individual I despise Calypso and Antinuous. If you don’t, you’re objectively wrong, I don’t make the rules.

I do however have very complicated feelings about Eurylochus. On one hand I understand the he’s only human and I get the doubt of Odysseus, especially later on, but on the other hand- bro was so dumb and hypocritical and it genuinely makes me so angry lmao. He expects perfection from his captain but then immediately turns around and goes against the orders he’s given and makes the exact same or worse mistakes of his own. And him blaming Odysseus for polities death in luck runs out will forever ruin him for me.

And don’t forget Eurylochus was second in command! He was also responsible for the crew, and literally everything he does harms that cause! He sows doubt and blame towards the captain and openly blames him the deaths of their men, deaths that literally could not have been avoided! He blames Odysseus for not being omnipotent and knowing exactly how to do everything perfectly. He was not only hypocritical and didn’t think anything through, but he also immediately got the crew killed every time he made a decision of his own. Opening the windbag against orders? Get ready for Poseidon to kill hundreds of your comrades! Killing the cows even though Odysseus begged you not to? Zeus’ turn for some carnage! He was at least partially responsible for every problem as second in command, as he said himself “if you want all the power you must carry all the blame.” By his own logic his position would make him partially to blame. And then to expect Odysseus to take the blame?? Especially when the thing Zeus is threatening them over was directly his fault this time? Lmao absolutely not. The arrogance is astounding!

Also people who get upset at Odysseus choosing himself in thunder bringer make me laugh cause really how many of us would choose differently? His crew mutinied against him, stabbed him, knocked him out, and went directly against what he asked of them. Literally immediately once he was not longer in charge they committed a crime against the god of the sun that he begged them not to do, why would he sacrifice himself for their error when he literally warned them? Especially when they don’t seem to know at all what they’re doing and would most likely get themselves killed anyway lmao.

[pencilofawesomeness]

what were the dragon's reactions to hearing acnalogias story?

(sorry this took so long for me to answer)

Man, that scene kicked my ass. I tried to write it from a few different perspectives but it felt too... repetitive? I guess? Couldn't nail the tone. But it's a good question to ask.

Sting was the newest to the fold, so knew Acnologia the least. However, he had been operating on the coping thought of "dragon slayers are meant to slay dragons" for a year at this point, because Weisslogia's implanted memory, so the full impact didn't really set in for him.

Wendy, sweet Wendy, really has a hard time imagining it all. Acno? Hurting their parents? Seemed fake. Except Acno doesn't lie and he's really upset over this, so maybe it did happen. Conflicting points of interest, for sure, because she loves them both. Still hard to imagine that Acno used to be bad though. It's like if your straight-laced parent, whom for all your life wore sweater vests and drove the speed limit and discouraged violence went "oh yeah when I was in high school I was in a gang and did drugs and killed people."

Rogue was admittedly a little cowed. Had to rethink everything and re-contextualize, for sure. Its the gut instinct of "oh no my dad" versus the fact that he had been observing Acno for months at that point and he seemed legit, but he's also six so his confidence in his profiling is not the best. (Except Rogue is very good at people watching.) Obviously the fact that Acno is visibly distraught and has never done anything to hurt them won out. After all, Gajeel had yelled at him and said nasty things too when they met and didn't quite remember each other, but they're brothers now, so things change. Kids this age roll with things very well.

Gajeel was pissed at first—he doesn't like being lied to, for one—but then it quickly switched to being more upset that Acno looked one word away from leaving forever. His unresolved abandonment issues didn't handle being left behind again, so he mostly yelled at Acno to get his shit together at this point. Teen angst at its finest. Later though, it pieces together everything he knew from Metalicana and the others and realized it tracks. But Acno has nothing to gain from telling them this if he was still like that, so clearly he's different now.

Happy is also a baby and doesn't really understand the severity of it at the time. It's the sort of simple moral formula: you did something bad, you said you're sorry, and it's better now.

Charle, despite being the same age, absolutely is on guard around him for the next few months and religiously watching over Wendy and all of the others because those boys have bad self-preservation. Charle, for magic reasons as we all know, comes pre-packed with trauma and trust issues. But. Acno gets its so he just lets her be vigilant around him and lets her have space and eventually she calms down and has an epiphany about dragon slayers and people in general. Her thing actually comes up a bit in this oneshot I want to do with her and Erik soon, when Erik first gets adopted.

Laxus doesn't have any emotional stake in this but it definitely re-contextualizes stuff. He keeps calm but has a momentary small crisis of "wait did this guy kill my dad because he was insane back then, or...?" and then quickly remembers he has loads of evidence that Ivan was insane and that Acnologia still, ya know, saved his life. He's got this moral gray stuff figured out, and clearly Acno isn't still Like That. Plus it makes sense to Laxus now why Acno bailed so hard and fast when Laxus was a kid, because he's watching it now in real time. It was the bone deep guilt.

Natsu, actually, understands Acno's whole ordeal the most, on a conceptual level. Because he's spent countless nights thinking about Zeref at this point, and how Zeref has caused soooo many problems and so much damage but Natsu still cares and still wants Zeref to get better and Not do those things. Acnologia is now proof that that can work. That someone can be awful and then choose to stop being awful. It definitely hurts him deeply that being separated from Igneel was, in part, *because* of Acnologia (and this dawns on all of them) but like... what's done is done. At this point, it's equally hard to imagine a life without Fairy Tail or without Acnologia. So. It's just life and how it is.

[princess-of-the-corner]

So, I had a discussion with generalluxun about Headshot AU and I have some revized thoughts as I think I may have given CHloe a bit too much sugar, 

The start is the same as before, Chloe storms in with the press, Marinette casually launches the Yoyo at her head not really expecting it to land when it does, killing her gruesomely.  

The press are freaking out, the public is horrified, Marinette is horrified, panicking & in disbelief, so it's up to Chat to drag her out of there. Marinette proceeds to have a breakdown as she tries to 'fix this' rambling & spilling way more details than she'd ever do letting Chat realize who she is even while turned around and trying not to freak out himself. 

Chloe's body spasms back to life as the damage is forcibly repaired by a horde of magical ladybugs and she is quickly surrounded by the press. 

The thing is, I feel that CHloe, when genuinely upset, tends to explode, then curl up after isolating herself, we see it with Adrien threatening their friendship, Heart Hunter, among others. 

Thus she point blank freaks out.

Then bails, athleticism from years of ballet and more letting her outpace the journalists and anyone else who tries to stop her as she just runs mindlessly from one place to another until she finds an isolated place to curl up and meltdown in isolation. 

As she is 'coping' several things happen. 

Ladybug and Chat initially try to find her, but Marinette is crumbling and knowing she's alive is sufficient as Adrien feels their presence maaaay not be welcome. He follows her home, making sure she gets there before breaking off to try try and find CHloe while contacting Marinette as Adrien to try and indirectly comfort her. 

Marinette is busy however as Alya is chasing down the truth, convinced this has to be an AKuma trick or the like at first but whens he does get to Marinette and gets the whole truth (Pushing hard for it in her own right) she accepts the reality. She isn't happy about it, but also regards it as a slip up born of stress and a blurring of her life as Ladybug and Marinette. Alya insists Marinette drop some of her burdens and takes up the rear rings again and barely stops Marinette from wiping her own memory out of guilt. 

Andre tries to swoop in to play grieving and horrified father, but Audrey counter swoops with evidence he had divorced Chloe that day This is bolstered by the video Lila posted, but Andre tries to counterpoint that Audrey is neglectful and cruel & well... Imagine Public Divorce AU but it is condensed into a seven hour public argument being live-streamed. 

Zoe tries to get either of them to think about their daughter but both are more interested in beating the other and so she gives up and goes to investigate herself. Running across Sabrina who is experiencing cataclysmic guilt because barely a day after she breaks off from Chloe, CHloe goe and gets murdered! She & Zoe have a bit of a tense interaction at first "She tried to be your sister!" but resolve it, "So she didn't always keep you in a closet?" - "No, that was a new thing!" & try to contact/find CHloe but cannot. 

Othrs as discussed are disturbed, the class may largely hate Chloe but that was still a peer who died in a very gruesome way after kind of accurately pointing out something shonky the heroes did. Bustier is especially worried (& did get her job back but cos of Andre, technically, kinda, Olga just kind of hand-waves the fring) & also tries to contact Chloe who does briefly answer her phone but is kind of semi hysterical and not making much sense before hanging up. 

Lila is as discussed in disguise to avoid a wrathful Ladybug, setting up a Go Fund me for Chloe (wink wink) and trying to find her new cash cow, while revelling in LB's reputation being ruined but also low key scared shitless that she could be killed too.

Gabriel is having a great time and while he'd have liked to try and win by just using his QUeen Mayor idea, he and Tomoe are hastening work on their perfect alliance plan, but it will still take some time, just less & turning people on LB & Chat Noir?

So much easier. 

Meanwhile, for Chloe, who, if anyone, finds her could easily diverge things radically, as I imagine Chloe will be deeply troubled, traumatized and in a transitional state.  

Buty keeping with what's been discussed, Chloe likely remains isolated as she tries to parce her memories and what it all means and doesn't like what she finds. 

Her bond with Sabrina? Broken. 

Her friendship with Adrien? Ruined. 

Her hero & idol? Her killer and her rival.

Her family? (Look at the public TVs) Horrible. 

She has done nothing but lose and existed in a perpetual state of decay and humiliation. Why was she running around in a superhero leotard and a tutu? the colors clashed atrociously! 

She has nothing left, but worse still, for all that what happened with Marinette/Ladybug rattles her. Chloe's fight instinct means she gets angry about it. But what Hawk Moth did to her? 

That haunts her. 

Because who or what else could it have been but Hawk Moth? Hawk Moth who sent Akuma after her. Hawk Moth who forced her to serve as his Queen Chess Piece. Hawk Moth who has destroyed her mind. 

This isn't just violence, or betrayal, or a wound, this was a violation. 

Which does help crystalize... Not a plan, Chloe never graduated from schemes, and she's too fragile and scattered for even a scheme right now. But she has her focus back and she has intent, she has drive. 

A drive to ensure something like that can never happen again, she has focussed more of her ire on the person she feels most violated her and is casting off all others and her intent is to find some means of protecting herself.

She could try stealing the Ladybug earrings, but no, she can't risk it. 

But what else is there, she doesn't know who Chat Noir is and Hawk Moth has the other Miraculous... Save maybe the Peacock? Which could be Adrien, or Felix, one of whom is behind the best security known to Paris & the other is in London. 

& she won't get a second chance at this. 

With a shaky resolve and a realization she is fucking hungry and exhausted, Chloe pulls herself up from wherever she was hiding and scans her phone like the well worn habit it is, and stumbles on the GoFund me and can guess who thought of that. 

It seems she'll be having dinner at Lila's. 

hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah

[cheapposts]

Scar wakes up and gets to live another day.

It feels so weird. So wrong. Wasn’t he supposed to die in the end? Scar is pretty sure he was. He saw it with his own eyes: every winner before him died in the end. But for some reason, Scar didn’t.

At first he was confused. Maybe there’s been some kind of mistake. Maybe he’ll drop dead any minute now. But then a day came by. Two days. A week. And no god struck him down with a lightning. Scar was becoming more and more weirded out by that. He tried taking matters in his own hands, but no amount of jumping from a cliff to his death led him to freedom. He respawned again and again, wearing the same clothes with poppies and lilacs, having the same red eyes looking back at him from the river, staring at the same shade of red his name had every time he took his communicator in his hand and typed, "Hey?", "Anybody alive?", "Hello?", because what if the reason why he’s still alive is that he’s not actually a winner yet? What if there’s another player, and all he has to do to end this is to find and kill them, or let them kill him? But he never found anyone, and two weeks after the day he won, he stopped searching.

Three weeks after the day Scar won, he already had a new house going on. He settled at the edge of the map near mesa. "Screw this," he figured, "I’m not going to just wander around the land for months if the gods forgot to kill me. I’ll do things!" And things he did. After he was done with his new house, he fixed his old base, and tore down Mumbo's tower, and built a couple of things here and there. It was nice.

The next week was spent relaxing. He tended to his crops and fed cows he’d stolen from someone (not that the person would mind; they were dead). He died once that week and woke up in his bed again, but at that point it was starting to feel normal.

Five weeks after the day Scar won, he finally had to admit that the gods were not going to kill him. That for some reason, they decided to trap him there. Or maybe that’s what their idea of a happy ending was, maybe Scar happened to become the winner of the final game, the final round, and this was his reward. Maybe all the other players have gone home. Maybe Scar’s the only one left behind, and they live on without him.

There was no use in thinking about possibilities. It was only upsetting him. No - terrifying him. Instead, he took the matters in his own hands once again, and paid a visit to The Secret Keeper.

"I don’t want that," he said to it. "If this is my reward, I don’t want it. I want to go home. To Hermitcraft. Back to my friends. Back to where they’re alive."

The Secret Keeper didn’t seem to react. Scar felt his chest heat up with rage.

"Get me out of here!" he yelled, voice wavering. "You psychos! I- I miss my cat!"

The Secret Keeper didn’t answer.

Scar went home, laid down on his bed, and spent the evening thinking about Jellie's warm fur and his friends' smiles.

Scar wakes up and gets to live another day.

[the-somwthing]

Who wants to see how normal I am, AKA,

EVERY SCOTT AND JOEL MOMENT I CAN REMEMBER OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD IN SEASONS 1-4 (still gotta rewatch SL to get a refresher):

- Joel laments about not having dark oak and having to pay Scar for “future dark oak if they find it” even tho he’s SURE they DO have it, then Scott says that there’s dark oak by his house that Joel can have, and along with Jimmy and Martyn they organize a magic show to take down Scar and Grian’s monopoly.

- Joel burns down Scott’s wall 😁🔥 just to make something else burn like he did

- Scott makes fun of how poorly done the burning of the wall was multiple times before finding out who did it

- Joel also lies about doing it

- Joel also tries to murder Scott with a failed anvil trap at his door 💀

- Scott makes fun of how poorly made this trap was as well. Joel also burns the wall again as he runs away

- btw this isn’t in a super chronological order I sometimes remember things later. Like how technically it was Jimmy who started the “Joeleo oh Joeleo, wherefore art thou Joeleo” thing but Scott DID join in on it so

- also COW HEIST 🥳😅 gone wrong. Joel and Martyn try to steal Flower Husbands’ cows. Make a (very bad) deal with Jimmy to get cows. Try to steal again when Scott’s telling Jimmy not to give away cows. Finally make an ACTUAL deal. Make fun of Joel and Martyn having a tough time getting the cows up the cliff.

- Ren: “we have banners all over the server, if you joined us we could easily pinch the middle” Scott: “so Joel? 🤩” Martyn: “BTW Joel’s already with us” Scott: “so we can’t pinch Joel, dang it 😔😒”

- Scott (and Jimmy) threatening to kill Joel’s dogs 💀😁

- Scott making fun of the red army for Joel betraying them

- Scott being willing to forgive Joel for the burning of the wall if he can do them a favor sometime (to which Joel immediately offers 13 cobblestone)

- Scott making a little secret storage area for potions for everyone in the desert faction MINUS Joel because he doesn’t trust him

- OH ALSO Scott mostly just being upset at Joel for LYING about burning his wall

- Scott burning down the wool castle and saying “maybe I do understand why Joel burned my wall. This is very freeing.”

- The fire spreading to Geraldine who was unfortunately left behind, Scott ALMOST saves her before deciding that Joel deserves it

- Scott stopping by Joel’s house and Joel shows up. They talk and decide that they’re allies and won’t come after each other

- Joel gives Scott a house tour

- He also shows Scott his dogs where Scott confesses to burning the castle and causing Geraldine’s death. Joel is sad but says it’s okay

- Also they mention that Jimmy died and Joel goes “I’m glad he died JUST KIDDING we love you Jimmy 🥺😔😭”. I don’t know what to say about this.

- Oh also at some point Joel says (about the roof above his bed being missing) that he likes to look at the stars as he sleeps. This one is a huge stretch and goes into fanon territory with Scott being connected with the stars but it’s a fun fact nonetheless.

- also love the energy of Joel excitedly showing off his dogs to Scott and Scott being like “that’s cool *chuckles nervously*”

- When they’re doing war strategies Scott would often pair himself with Joel. Just sayin.

- Scott, Scar, and Grian are on that stupid platform above Dogwarts. Joel is below them inside Dogwarts with all his dogs. Grian suggests dropping some TNT down onto him to essentially deal with the problem before it becomes their problem (they’re all terrified of Joel and kind of want him to die despite being on their side so that they don’t have to face him when they win the war). Scott gasps at this and seems to want to argue but the logic is sound and he also wants revenge on Joel, so he just covers his eyes but like this 🫣 and says “I can’t watch”. Ultimately they don’t do it.

- Scott and Joel both really want to kill BigB (the last green) and they go together and kill him 🥰

- Once again Scott pairs himself with Joel to attack Ren and Martyn. Bdubs and Impulse volunteer to tag along but end up retreating before being killed like the others.

- Scott is upset that Joel died but also refers to his death as a “slight ‘woo’!” because of the revenge and previously mentioned fear of having to fight him when they’re no longer on the same side

- Scott takes some of Joel’s stuff and declares that his death won’t be in vain

- It was in vain he died again 💔 THEY DIED IN BATTLE TOGETHER AT THE HANDS OF THE SAME KING THEY SPAT IN THE FACE OF 🥰

- Scott is nervous about being Joel’s neighbor in Last Life. And Scar’s for that matter

- After many failed boogey attempts, Joel comes crawling to Scott’s house for one last shot, pretending that Mumbo was the boogeyman and killed him for THAT reason.

- Joel compliments the house (poking fun at Pearl for making Scott do all the work after finding out she didn’t build any of it) and gets them to invite him inside

- He blocks the exit and starts attacking Pearl. He only switched to killing Scott because he was defending her like a boss. He kills Scott and gets cured, but Scott’s like “PEARL, KILL HIM!!” so yeah.

- They get the enchanting table off his dead body and make fun of him for having that on him while trying to kill people, and they keep it as a reward

- I don’t have the memory to be so descriptive. Joel targets Scott’s base many times, the TNT minecart door trap, the trap at the gate that actually worked, blowing up his roof with minecarts, attempting to grief his water elevator, surrounding the base in walls of lava…

- Scott tells Lizzie that her husband keeps trying to murder him. She says that he does that to her, too, and it’s “a sign that he loves you”. Scott says “oh” and IMMEDIATELY moves on

- Scott kills Joel at the end 😁 As a desperate attempt to get them to not kill him Joel yells “TEAM?” lmao

- start of Double Life they run the same direction at the beginning and kind of yell at each other before finally managing to go separate ways

- Scott of course makes fun of Joel’s death because of the way he and Etho were acting. Not to Joel’s face tho.

- Scott compliments the Relation Ship multiple times

- Scott visits the Relation at some point when Joel is there and just vents to him about Pearl. Joel sympathizes with him.

- Multiple times Scott says that he thinks the Boat Boys are good

- Joel kills Pearl but like Scott had nothing to do with that despite also dying

- Scott burns down the Relation cuz he felt like it 😁🔥

- Joel wants Scott dead soso bad

- Joel kills Scott with a rocket while Scott tries to hit him with a bucket of water. 🥰💀

- Then um there was something about a nether portal trap uh for some reason Joel’s not here anymore guess we move on to next season

- After the boogey reroll Scott hears Joel complain about not being boogeyman and says “good to know it’s not you!”

- They go into a ravine cave together. They both saw an emerald ore but Scott mines it

- Joel asks where the emerald is and Scott says he mined it and asks if Joel wanted it. He says yes and Scott gives him the emerald. He calls it an Emerald Of Trust.

- Joel thinks it’s really nice and gives Scott a piece of bamboo in return, which Scott is happy about.

- They are stuck bonding in the stupid cave together because neither of them have much food except Scott’s cooking kelp and sharing it with Joel, so they have to wait for the kelp to cook, split it between the two of them, eat it (NOT FILLING AT ALL), and heal, just a very long process.

- Eventually Joel feels ready to leave and get better food.

- Next time Scott sees Joel, he’s with Jimmy and apparently they are now bad boys

- He watches as Joel washes away carpet like a real bad boy

- As Scott leaves Joel begs him to tell everyone that he and Jimmy are bad boys (this is one that I remember from Joel’s POV, pretty much the only thing on the list that isn’t Scott’s POV lol well actually there was probably another)

- Scott decides to live in the ocean. Joel is upset because HE wanted to live in the ocean.

- Scott watches Joel kill TIES cow for the second time

- While having a hashtag flower husbands moment Scott helps trying to put out the fire on the mansion (too late tho nobody could stop THAT)

- oh I almost forgot. After making his island Scott puts a chest on it to “dump random junk he doesn’t need to keep on him” and AS HE SAYS THIS he hovers over the bamboo Joel gave him and doesn’t put it in the chest. I know it’s moreso because it’s a resource but like.

- Also we all know what ended up happening with that bamboo gift! It surrounds the Coral Isles!

- Anyways Scott needs some carpet for his farm so he goes to the bad boys to ask for carpet. Grian and Jimmy tell him to strike a deal with Joel since he’s the one who has all the carpet. Scott walks over to Joel and says “remember when we bonded in the cave?” and Joel hands him the carpet. Scott says “yay 🥳 good boys! 🥰” and the bad boys are horrified, tell him to never say that again they are BAD BOYS and make him leave.

- (also may be worth mentioning that from what I can tell, Joel didn’t have that carpet on him, and actually ran to grab it as soon as Scott asked)

- god that ^ was all session one. ANWYAYS Joel asks people for gold and in exchange they can have unlimited bread. Scott and Impulse give Joel gold.

- At some point Scott goes to collect some free unlimited bread. Grian and Jimmy stop him like “WHAT are you doing ✋🤨 only IMPULSE has unlimited bread” and Scott says “no I have it too go ask Joel” so they go to Joel and say “WHAT is this about SCOTT having unlimited bread…” and Joel just goes “yup Scott gets unlimited bread 👍” so Scott collects his bread while the other bad boys are just so disappointed in Joel

- Now is where I lost track of the timeline, but I remember once or twice Scott would just be talking usually to himself like “the bad boys are truly the good boys of the server 🥰😇”

- Despite this Scott eventually becomes scared of Joel because he did the math and realized that he’s got so many allies who won’t attack him, and the people who aren’t his allies would likely be too scared to attack Scott EXCEPT Joel.

- And Scott was spot on because he was just chilling when out of nowhere Joel just charges at him yelling “SCOTT YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT” and of course after a little more chasing “SCOTT YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN STUPID”

- Scott manages to get away and thinks that Joel’s lines were really funny and pathetic and is no longer afraid of him

- Bad Boys try to trap Mean Gills’ secret bed but they get foiled

- The usual Joel wants to kill Scott really bad

- Scott’s like “we have to eliminate Joel” and gets the Clockers to help because he killed them

- Joel is terrified the entire time lmao. I remember “then why is your voice higher pitched?” “BECAUSE IM SCARED” “that’s what I thought” as he lets Joel get away ahahdg

- OH I ALMOST FORGOT Scott letting Jimmy kill him for time and Joel trying to steal the kill cuz lol.

- Back to Scott terrifying Joel. That one time he tells Joel to leave Scar alone and Joel just goes “..ok”

- And then of course Scott kills Joel again 🥳😍 surely this won’t happen again 💀

- OTHER THING I FORGOT TO MENTION CUZ IM MOSTLY GOING OFF MY MEMORY OF THE MORE RECENTLY WATCHED SCOTT POV Joel always destroying Scott’s walls cuz tradition.

So yeah this was all just off the top of my head without looking at anything. I’d love to make a new version when I rewatch SL and/or Joel’s POVs. This proves that I’m normal right