#hes not the cheating manipulative menace hes made out to be

[maquet591]

We need to talk about the Watcher "fans".

These are the top comments on Shane’s IG post. Just look at the number of likes.

“Steven Lim is a greedy, manipulative evil CEO that twists his white co-founder's hands and forces the said co-founder into his will!!!” – this narrative is being prevalent in this fandom since April 19. People harassed him all across social media on every platform. People wrote nasty comments not only to his social media accounts but also to his wife and friends.

People made a Change.org hilariously dumb petitions to have him leave the CEO post.

People gleefully demonize and tear down his reputation. Twist his words out of context in to something vile. Weaponize the years old inside jokes his friends made on camera.

“This is not racism!!!” they say. “These are just the facts!!!”

No they aren’t. And here’s why:

because this

is the same as this:

Covert racism in language, or coded racism, is the deployment of common stereotypes or tropes to elucidate a racially charged idea. Rather than expressly perpetuating racist tropes, covert linguistic racism is seen as rational or "common sense", and many are not aware of its impact.

Racial stereotypes. Racial or cultural stereotyping refers to generalizing a group based on a simplified set of norms, behaviors, or characteristics.

The Yellow Peril (also the Yellow Terror, the Yellow Menace and the Yellow Specter) is a racist color metaphor that depicts the peoples of East and Southeast Asia[a] as an existential danger to the Western world.

Fu Manchu is a fictional character created by Arthur Ward, a music hall writer and journalist in London in the early 1900s. Writing under the pseudonym Sax Rohmer, Ward had absolutely no knowledge of Chinese culture or Chinese people – but his invention of a Chinese supervillain struck a chord in Victorian Britain and became a smash hit.

Fu Manchu was the original fictional Asian villain, a trope which became embedded in popular culture and Western psyche spawning spin-offs, spoofs, pop songs, video games and even consumer goods. But how damaging is Fu Manchu and how much can he tell us about modern Asian racism?

Ward wrote Fu Manchu as the personification of the so-called Yellow Peril threat: exotic, alien and inhuman, a mastermind boasting degrees from top universities. Using sinister powers to control minds, he aimed to undermine Western civilisation.

"This led to the idea that the Chinese were deceiving – they weren't being honest, they weren't revealing who they really are as people. This spawned into stories of Chinese as cheats and liars and deceitful – never giving you the truth, always fabricating."

Seven Lim being labeled as “greedy” “evil” and “manipulative” (of his white co-founder) is rooted in Anti-Asian racism. Whether people admit it or not.

Racism is not always derogatory slurs or white hoods. Racism is also casual micro-aggressions and putting people of color in the metaphorical boxes of harmful stereotypes. Racism is twisting the narrative and shaping it into a vile stereotype straight from the 19th century.

Also, let's not forget that people are happy to jump on Ryan in the similar way for the same reasons.

[missmielyhoran]

Cameras

She looks like a star but only on camera...

[Actor!Harry× Actress Oc!Amyra, Harry× Ellie]

A/N- Based on my interpretation of Cameras by Drake. I know you guys want Stages of grief but guys your girl is getting some alright! I'm happy right now let me be sad cause I'm dating a man afterall he's bound to do something and then I will update stages of grief<3

Warning- Smut babyyyyy, Cheating, Manipulation, Paparazzi, Fake Dating?, Toxic Harry and Oc, Choking, Hate fucking, just me being a menace tbh, ANGST, Enimes to lovers? they never get there tbh, oh and death, depression, abuse

Masterlist

*****

We've been living on the high, they've been talking on a low

But it's cool, know you heard it all before

Whispers were common for Harry. After all, that's what made him what he is today, famous.

The whispers paid his bills. All his luxury life was because of those whispers.

So he wraped his hand around her waist a little to close for coworkers or friends and definitely too close for someone he hated, but whispers grew louder, so did the camera shutters, and so did his pay.

Got you angry about this girl I'm with in all them magazines

Another plate went crashing against the wall just past Harry's head. He flinched and screamed.

"Are you fucking crazy!"

"Yes I am!" Ellie screams as she searches for another thing to throw at him, "You make me fucking crazy!" She screams and throws the magazine at him.

It hits him at the head, and that only makes his anger grow. He looked down and saw her smug face looking back at him like she was happy watching two of them fight, the satisfaction she was having from his misery.

Oh, how she got on his nerves even without being there.

"You're with her on everywhere! Magazines, social media, Twitter fucking everywhere. Everyone's talking about you two!" Ellie screams in anger, bringing the same topic of their fight for the millionth time.

It look like we in love, but only on camera

Only on camera, only on camera

"Ellie, you know it's only for the promotions! We need to have to spread the rumor to gain an audience! People love drama so we have to give them that!" Harry said, which was more like scream. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt headache growing.

"But for how long?" Ellie screamed. The only emotions she felt at this point were anger just anger, no tears, no sadness, no betrayal, just anger.

"I don't fucking know okay! Stop acting like a child and grow the fuck up!" He screamed again at her but louder making Ellie flinch which he noticed and he did feel bad.

See the problem was Harry didn't love Ellie, he care about her and she was a good fuck but he didn't love her but that care made him walk forward with a soft demour and kiss her softly.

"I hate her guts, Ellie. I have nothing with her. Whatever, it is just on camera. " He said, "If you want, you can check my phone"

"Yeah, I want to" Ellie said, sighing as she felt a bit lighter. Harry took his phone out of the jacket and gave it to her. Ellie went through his phone every corner of his phone she looked at, and that's only she felt relieved. There was nothing suspicious, and that made her feel embarrassed and sad about her overreacting.

"I'm so sorry, babe" Ellie said and hugged him. Harry hugged her back and chuckled mockingly

"It's alright Ellie" He said, "She's fucking crazy anyway" He said as he felt the burner phone vibrate in his back pocket.

Baby she looks like a star but only on camera

Only on camera, only on camera

Amyra was the talk of the town and has been since her birth.

Born to famous director dad and more famous actress mom she was the it girl since childhood.

She was pretty with her long red hair and sluttry brown eyes. She didn't have any extraordinary features, but that's what made her different. She was like any other person, but at the same time, she was not. She was Amyra Stockly, and she owned that.

No wonder she got Harry in her claws.

It's hard to stay away

You keep on calling me

Harry loved whispers no matter if it's from the paps or people gossiping about him when he passes by them or if it's from her tangled between the sheets.

"Yeah you fucking like that don't you?" He whispered in her ear and bit on it.

"No I fucking don't you forgot your today's dose of viagra or what?" She said laughing trying to rile Harry up which worked as he paused and groaned.

Harry grabbed her neck and pushed her face down into the pillow, making her lay on the bed on her stomach he pulled out of her immediately and then pushed in one go, making her moan into the pillow. He increased his pace, putting all his energy and thoughts in it.

"I don't even fucking know why I come back" He said in between breaths, "Cause you love my pussy, fucking pussy whipped" She said chuckling.

Harry gave her a particular harsh thrust making her moan louder than he has ever heard and he didn't know how in her green lively world he became harder still inside her.

"You like that baby? Pretty little Raya likes to be fucked like slut" He whispered in her ears as his fingers slid from her stomach to between her legs and he started rubbing her clit.

"She does but pretty little Harold seems to have forgotten about my clit it's on the fucking left" She says with gasping breaths. Harry feels embarrassment for a second but then goes back in with double encouragement and starts rubbing her clit faster.

She was so close so close to her eternal bliss when Harry's phone went off. She picked it up and as soon as she saw Ellie's name she threw it across the room making it shatter into pieces and all Harry did was chuckle cause it wasn't the first time it happened and certainly wasn't last.

Harry pushed on her back, making her arch more and started thrusting deeper, she screams on the top of her lungs as she squirted all over the bedsheets.

"Holy fuck" He said in disbelieve, the sight pushed him to his own high and he came all inside her filling her up to the brim.

Harry fell on the bed beside her, both heaving like animals. After a few minutes, she stood up and put on her slik robe and walked towards the windowsill and sat down lighting the cigarette.

The sight was somewhat what you would see in those Renaissance paintings, her robe slipping from her shoulder, the cigarette smoking mixing with the sunlight that fell just right on her hair making her look like all the sins and virtue combined in the heaven and the hell.

She was Harry's personal heaven in hell.

For a moment, Harry could've even said that he loved her, but he wouldn't. There was only one thing he could love that was money as much as the temptress she was. Nothing was worse than those green papers.

So, he stood up, got dressed, and walked out of the room like he cared so less about her. He walked out like he got the thing he wanted and couldn't have cared less.

But that wasn't true, was it? They both knew it just didn't want to acknowledge it.

So he left his temptress, his only sunshine in darkness on the windowsill with sin on her fingers and lips.

How you mean, how you mean, what you know about the team

You just know what you get told girl I see behind the scene

Harry didn't mean to peek, but when he heard shouting coming out of the trailer, he couldn't help himself.

The door was slightly ajar, but it was enough for him to look inside and watch her with a very angry look on her face, fighting with her manager still in set clothes.

"I can't do this shit anymore," She shouted, "I'm quitting. I can't do this movie, this spotlight, this fucking everything!" She shouted and this was the first time Harry saw her vulnerable. The raw expression on her face was much different from what she shows on the movie it was real, it was her.

"Why now? You've been in this since you were a newborn. Why now?" The manger asked her, "You can't do this cause you're tired or you are in love with your boytoy?" He asked, smirking.

She kept looking up at him with anger but now with slight hesitation. Robert laughed full of mokery and shook his head.

"Nothing to laugh about. I want out, and that's it." She put her foot down. Robert took a step forward and gribbed the back of her head, taking a chunk of her hair in her hand and making her wince.

Harry's hand formed a fist, but he refrained himself from intervening.

"I make rules here not you and you will do as I say or little kid wants this to get to her mom so, I will do that" He says with a evil smile when she doesn't say anything else he lets her go.

"That's what I thought."

Harry got out of the way before Robert could see him. As soon as he was out of the trailer, he went inside. Why? he didn't know he just wanted to.

He didn't know what he thought he would see, maybe her crying, sobbing on floor or breaking down whole trailer in anger shouting at everyonea anything expect her standing in front of the mirror flixing her hair like nothing happened.

He walked in slowly.

She looked at him.

He walked towards her and stood there looking into her honeycomb like mirage eyes and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug.

He felt her for the first time. He felt her rigid heart of stone melt into a puddle, and so he held her tighter, and for some reason, he never wanted to let her go.

He hoped she thought the same.

She spilled whisky on her shirt, she gon' have to get it cleaned

She been going way too hard, someone has to intervene

It was her birthday party, and since movie had wrapped up shooting there was a combined party.

And Harry did the stupidest thing he could.

His mind was a mess after that day, it felt like everything between them changed. Even their sex somehow felt....softer.

How a hug could change everything?

So, he took Ellie to the party and he regretted it as soon as he said it to her.

The cameras, the paps, everyone asking the same question, who is she, and the answer he gave was lound and clear, "Oh she's my friend."

She didn't seem to have taken it well though.

Harry saw her wandering eye falling on him, looking him up and down with the same hunger as always and then Ellie came in and pulled him into a kiss.

Amd then she was gone.

The person who's birthday party it was gone and no one cared. He was certain that if someone else would have cut her cake they wouldn't have cared.

But she came to cut the cake, drunk so, drunk and probably high also. She was stumbling, giggling it, it was endering to watch and concering also.

She cut the cake with Harry beside her playing the "supportive boyfriend" for media. She didn't feed him the piece, but to her other costar, Shelly. She doesn't even know Shelly! Harry was pissed to say the least, so while the cake got distributed, he decided to talk to her, but again, she vanished in thin air.

Harry for the whole night kept searching for her his eyes wandering to find her which annoyed Ellie a lot but she kept her cool and tried to pull him into a small kiss only for him to push Ellie away.

"What the fuck to you actually want?" Ellie asked him just for Harry to give her a eye roll.

"Not here, go back to your house we will talk there" He said to her before taking off to look for her.

Harry searched the whole house, every nook and corner from first floor to the last one the place left was the last bathroom on the top floor and he really hoped he would find her there.

He did find her sitting in the bathtub. Her heels were on the floor, her dress bunched up with whiskey stain on them, her makeup running down her cheeks all messy, yet she looked like something poet would write poems about.

If Harry wasn't so sure he would've said she just fucked someone but he saw her, he felt her cause he was feeling it too.

"Why are you ignoring me?" He asked. It was so stupid, but he wanted to know, and he also didn't know how to talk to her.

Her red eyes fell on him, and again Harry was amazed how intoxicating she was, how her single glance gave Harry so much relief like thirsty person in dessert just got his thirst quenched.

"You look handsome" She said with a small smile. He was in a sage green satin shirt with a dark blue suit accidentally matching with her green dress, which was for once was not planned.

"Not answer of my question." He said back and walked towards her and got into the tub in front of her.

"I don't need to answer anything to you" she said, taking a swing of champagne bottle he just noticed in her hand.

"You do. Why.are.you.ignoring.me?" He said through gritted teeth pushing his face closer to hers.

She looked up and Harry saw, he saw the same vulnerability he saw few weeks ago, he saw her, "You came with her" She said in a soft voice and Harry's whole body melted into a puddle. How could a person whose heart is made of stone could be melted by other person with the same heart. Maybe she broke him, rocks break rocks, and ignited fire that Harry feels every time he's near her.

"y-yes, she's my girlfriend" He said so unsure he cringed himself which she caught and smiled showing off her left side dimple.

"You love her?" She asked after some time. He didn't know who she was talking about, and he wanted to ask if it was Ellie or her, but how could he love anyone other than himself? Was he even capable of it? Maybe he was, but a scared broken man could have never loved right.

"Doesn't matter" He replied back, and her smile fell into a sad one. She took a deep breath and fell back, resting her back against the cold tiled floor.

"You're right it doesn't matter." She whispered, drinking again and everything went silent. "You know Harry I can have anything I want." She spoke after some time.

"Yeah I know you're filthy rich eveyone knows that" He said scoffing.

"Yet I can't have one thing I want and it's so annoying. Cause I always get what I want I'm Amyra Stockly and I can't" She said through a chuckle and scoff. He didn't know how to comfort her. He didn't know why he wanted to comfort her. He hated her but maybe that was it, he hated her.

"What do you want Raya?" He asked into a soft voice. She looked at him, so deep he thought she could see his soul, his heart beating so fast it could power a city lighting up her name.

"Really like that nickname. First one I ever got to be honest" She said, "If you don't consider slut to be a nickname"

"Why are you dodging all of my questions?" Harry asked feeling annoyed by her nonchalant behavior.

"It's called good media training kinda get used to it when you have been doing it for so long" She said with a smirk and he knew she was just edging him to snap but that wasn't gonna happen that day.

"Forget that tell me what you got me for present? It's my birthday, after all, or did you think you would get away with birthday sex?" She said with a playful tone.

"No I brought you something" Harry said with a smile, he worked for a month straight on her gift, the one she knew she would love but as he searched and felt nothing in his pockets he was reminded that it was in Ellie's purse, "Shit I forgot it at home I promise I will give it to you"

"You better, I will be waiting" She said taking a swing of drink again.

He just hummed and watched her. Everyone knew she was gorgeous, the red hair, brown eyes with slight freckles on her nose she was like some Goddess sent on earth.

The light bouncing from the mirror in front of tub bounced and fell softly on her side. Harry scooted closer to her and tucked her messy strand of hair behind her ear, it was missing earring which made him smile.

He looked at her and pulled her in a kiss, it was soft like sleeping a bed of clouds, he didn't know what shit feeling butterflies was like until that moment. The kiss left both of them breathless, her lips glistening and swollen made him love all over again.

"If it was your last night how would you spend it?" She whispered to him, her eyes not leaving his and he wished he could have seen it but he couldn't.

"I would spend it with someone I love" He whispered back, his fingers brushing her hair making her hum in contentment.

The moment soon was destroyed as his phone rang and he saw Ellie's name pop up on the screen, made him so angry he wanted to throw his phone across the room but he took a deep breath and picked it up.

"I don't want to waste much of you time just want to give you back her gift sonce it's her birthday and all. I'm the parking" She said as soon as he picked up the call.

"I will be there in 5" He replied and started to get up when she gripped his hand.

"Stay" She said.

"What?" He asked in confusion.

"Stay just for tonight. Don't go to her" She whispered so softly he could've missed it but he didn't know how he could when she was all he could see.

"What are you-"

"Stay here with me in this bathroom for one night. Just you and me" She cut him off. The look in her eyes was something he could never forget. Even in darkness, her eyes shined like sunlight peeking through the holes of a dark room, and maybe that's somewhat what Harry saw her as.

She burned for her whole life but shined into everyone elses. So, he walked towards that door and this time he didn't leave his temptress but he locked the door and walked back to her. He gave into her, and she pulled him into her like they were made of the same starlight.

Somewhere during the night of their deep conversation and laughs, Harry fell asleep. The cool and hard tile made his back hurt. He got up, groaning in pain, and with a raging headache. He looked around, trying to find her asleep beside him, but she wasn't there.

He walked towards the door and saw the reflection of himself in the mirror, lipstick stain littering on his cheeks and neck, he smiled as he remembered her kissing all of him but it was so innocent he felt like a teenager in love.

Baby she look like a star, but only on camera

Only on camera, only on camera

Many times, life has taken an unexpected turn for Harry, but this was something that made his head spin.

Amyra Stockly found dead in her bathrub was not the news he ever expected to hear. That was the first time in his life he cried since he was a baby.

He was a mess. He didn't do any press tour or got out of his house until one day, when he found the wrapped up gift.

He never had the courage to go to her grave, he was at her funeral but he ran away from there also, how could he see the eyes that he saw the whole universe in be closed forever?

It was a cruel joke on his life.

First time he fell in love and universe took it away from him.

They took her.

So, he collected all of his courage and walked up to her grave, which, just like her, was beautiful, flowers surrounded her grave from fans and whatever friends and family she had.

He sat down not even caring about getting his clothes dirty it was last of his concerns, he fished his pocket for the thing he came for.

"I know you're still waiting. Even dead you are stubborn showing up in my dreams and sometimes in front of my eyes giving me false hope of you being here with me still" He said with a chuckle.

"I got a tattoo for you" He said, touching the lipstick marks made on his neck, "I know your narcissistic ass is loving it" Harry laughed now seeing blurry due to tears filling his eyes.

He took out the envelope from his pocket and duct taped it to her grave cause hell he was not letting it go anywhere but her, the song he wrote for her and for her only.

He hid it under the flowers so it could stay like that for a while, as he was hiding it he saw a picture of him and her. It was only genuine photo of them where the smiles where real on both of their faces and it made all his patience crumble.

"Wish you were still here" He said through sobs. His broken voice was interrupted with a loud thunder and then rain.

It wasn't even rainy that day but he knew.

It wasn't universe.

It was his universe.

It was her.

*****

[docgold13]

Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Metallo 

John Corben had been a top tier mercenary and assassin who accepted a job arranged by Lex Luthor to steal an experimental battle suit.  The suit was actually designed and built by LexCorp, yet Luthor needed it stolen so to facilitate an illegal sale of the weapon to the sanctioned government of Kaznia.  Lois Lane investigated Corben, suspecting his ties to Luthor.  Yet Corben found her out and was planning on killing her when she was rescued by Superman.  

Corben was incarcerated and soon thereafter was diagnosed with a rare and terminal viral disease.  Luther helped to facilitate Corben’s escape and offered the dying man a last chance to cheat death.  LexCorp scientists would transfer his mind into an indestructible android body made of a super durable alloy called metallo. The body possessed strength on par with that of Superman and was fueled by a Kryptonite heart. With nothing left to lose, Corben agreed. Upon the completion, Corben's android body was covered with a layer of artificial skin that resembled his original body.

Although Corben’s mind survived, being deprived of any physical sensation quickly drove him mad.  Luther promised to improve Corben’s robotic body, making it so he could feel again, but first Corben had to kill Superman.   While battling Superman Corben discovered that it was actually Luthor who had arranged his illness, manipulating him so he would be a willing test subject to become a weapon against the Man of Steel.  Coren tried to kill Luthor but was caught in an explosion and sank to the bottom of the sea.  He was presumed dead yet survived.  He cast aside his old name and became ‘Metallo.’  

The villain would resurface for subsequent battles against Superman.  He later helped to form the Superman Revenge Squad and thereafter became a member of the Legion of Doom.  

The great Malcolm McDowell voiced Metallo in his initial appearances with actor Corey Burton voicing the villain in later appearances.  The metallic menace first appeared in the second episode of the first season of Superman: The Animated Series, ‘Last Son of Krypton Part II.’  

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

DARKNESS, MY OLD FRIEND

Dark!Joel Miller x Reader

Warning: violence, non descriptive death of a faceless attacker, beginnings of attempted sexual assault (not by Joel), planned manipulation, significant age difference, power imbalance, i have no specific timeline in mind but Ellie is not involved in this or even mentioned so maybe pre-TLOU

Word Count: 721

Summary: A chance encounter leads to a fated partnership. You were destined to be by Joel's side regardless of your opinion on the matter.

[a/n: this is a 2130 celebration request from someone who wanted to stay anonymous but apparently you can't send pictures when you send an anon message?? I didn't know that, but anyways this is for you non-anon!anon. Side note, I told myself I would allow myself one cheating drabble that can exceed 500 words as long as it stays under 1000 and here it is. 12 hours into the weekend and I'm already using my cheat pass lolol]

The meeting had been by pure chance alone. You were trying to find shelter from a storm and wandered into the same abandoned gas station that Joel had chosen that night. The initial plan to form, as he held you at the end of his rifle, was to send you packing. He wasn’t quite sure how someone as pretty and soft as you had survived this long out in the wilderness anyways. Especially alone as you were. However, you opened your mouth and won him over. You were charming and funny. Witty enough to keep him intrigued, and Joel found himself hypnotized by your smile. He didn’t think people could smile like that anymore. Not in this world. 

So, Joel let you stay. There was enough room in the hollowed out building and as the night wore on he likened you to light itself. Warm, energizing, and addicting. Everything about you seemed to brighten his heavy mind, and these days that was quite the feat. When morning came, when the storm passed leaving a foggy cloud of damp, warm air, you thanked him. Joel’s own words had caught him off guard, but he found himself offering you company. Safety in numbers, after all. He was even more surprised when you said no. You preferred to be on your own. You thanked him once more, said good-bye, and gave him one last blinding smile before turning on your heel and disappearing into the forest. 

The second you were gone, the second you took that light with you, Joel’s feet were moving. He followed. Far enough away to not be seen, but close enough to watch and wait. The world ending had changed Joel. Losing Sarah had changed Joel. The years since had only worsened and twisted that change further and further. He didn’t recognize the darkness in his mind, but it felt like an old friend these days.

Saying no to him had been incredibly stupid of you. Joel didn’t offer his experience and skill to many. You should’ve felt honored. He acquitted that to your age. You were young. Not even thirty yet. Still so much to learn. It wasn’t your fault that you didn’t realize he wanted to be the one to teach you⏤ to protect you.

As the day went on, Joel saw you glance around nervously every once in a while. Good. The fact that you could feel his gaze on you made him applaud your senses. They needed to be fine tuned considering you had yet to actually spot him, but the raw skills were still impressive. 

The sound of running steps filled the air and if Joel wasn’t convinced that his actions were the right path then fate was sanctioning his every thought. Three men, raiders, were tearing through the trees right for you. Joel watched as they fell upon you. They underestimated you, just as he had, and their arrogance cost them. You managed to shoot the first two in the chests, but the third tackled you to the ground with menace in his eyes. Joel could see the intent from where he stood and he locked his jaw. He didn’t like watching another man touch what he already considered his own, but a lesson needed to be taught.

You screamed, the sound piercing, as the man continued to rough handle you. Even with the odds against you, you fought and fought. The raider clamped his hand over your throat and when his hand began to tug at your clothes, Joel chose that moment to step in. He stalked over calm and deadly. Those raiders were not the most dangerous creature this forest held⏤ he was. Joel swung his rifle around and fired a single shot clean through the man’s head. 

The raider slumped on top of you and Joel watched as you scrambled to try and shove the body off. He swung his rifle back around and jogged over. Joel ripped the body off of yours and you stared up at him with wide eyes as your chest heaved for air. Your pretty features were splattered with your attackers’ blood and Joel offered himself once more. An outstretched hand and comforting word. This time not as a stranger, but as your savior. With time, you’d learn not to say no to him.

[koy6na]

never yours

tags: cheating, dubcon, coercion

he’s lowkey a menace in this

this had gone on for far too long. 

he was frustrating in so many ways. nitpicking every detail about a spell, calling you scatterbrained when you spaced out during class. as if he wasn’t frustrating enough, it made your stomach churn watching him teach spells. studying the way his forearms flexed his wand, the way his eyebrows scrunched, and the chilling tone of his voice echoing in the undercroft. he rolls his eyes when he realizes you aren’t paying attention. your boyfriend never liked sebastian. he thinks of him as prideful and snobby but you both know the genuine reason why he pulls you aside as soon as sebastian enters the room. 

your routine was simple. you spend your time studying, practicing spells, keeping busy, anything to distract yourself from that feeling seeping through the cracks. the responsibilities of being a seventh year were overbearing but being with him made you feel like a fifth year again. feigning naivety and curiosity in an attempt to get him to play teacher with you. he’s good at it and perceptive to giving tips but he can’t understand why everything he tells you goes in one ear and out the other. you’ve noticed he’s been getting good at scolding you when your attention spans elsewhere. 

you say you hate him and roll your eyes but he still doesn’t know where your mind goes when you stop paying attention. you keep the countless late night owls he sends you in a box under your bed, out of sight. they make you smile and you can feel them burning a hole into the floor when your boyfriend is there. he’s cunning, manipulative, and too clever for his own good. you can’t stand sebastian. but his voice is soft and his hands are calloused and you just can’t stay away. he doesn’t question when you come running back, in fact he probably thinks your passion for the dark arts is what keeps you here. but somewhere, deep down, you know he’s not that dumb. 

the two of you linger in the library for far too long, you’re way past studying but still haven’t broken into something more. the stone halls are quiet but the blood pumping in your head is loud enough to fill the room. “if you’re not going to study then go to sleep. you’re no help nodding off like that.” his voice is husked like rain. your heavy eyelids feel light under his gaze. “i am studying. i’m just...taking a break.” you murmur. he laughs lowly. your eyes follow the flicker of candlelight along the shadows of his face. “well you’ve taken about six breaks since we’ve been here. just go, i’m going to finish this chapter before sharp has my head.” he yawns and the corners of his dark eyes glint with sleep. “you seem pretty tired yourself there.” the book in your hand falls closed in your lap, your thumb marking your place. you were far past caring about mandrakes and dittany leaves. the view of sebastian sallow sleepily reading about wiggenweld potions was far more enticing. 

green eyes rake over words on pages. he drinks in every word despite the fatigue. for a second, you allow yourself to imagine those eyes drinking in the gleam of your skin but it’s too strange. no matter how many times your mind weans to desire it always feels far too illicit to continue. before you know it, his eyes are flicking to yours. you instinctively look away but the flame in your cheeks remain locked on him. “are you that incapacitated that you’ve just stopped studying at all?” he chuckles and sets the textbook down gently. “or is it that you’ve found something more interesting to analyze?” you scoff and look up to find his eyes still on you. his eyes are narrow but you can still see that eccentric glint atop the green. “no. not at all.” your voice is low, muffled by the tension in the air. “in fact i’ve been finding my research on mandrakes quite fascinating.” sebastian lifts his hand, causing your nerves to shift a bit. he swipes your book from between your fingers, courteously making sure not to lose your spot. you watch meticulously as his fingers thumb the pages. “that’s funny. it seems here you’ve been reading the venomous tentacula section for about, let’s see...six chapters.” his smirk spreads wide before he places your book down. it’s face up as it lays on his textbook. 

your eyes still follow his hands as they lay across his lap. you find yourself counting the freckles on the back of his hand. you count twenty one before his other hand brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. your heart swells in nervousness. a voice in the back of your head tells you to be careful. your boyfriend doesn’t like sebastian for a reason and all those times when you reassured him there was nothing to worry about, you had maybe been lying. “it’s awfully late, we should head to sleep.” he whispers lowly. your eyes reel with intent as his fingers graze your skin. you feel your body inch towards his. you’re falling further and further until you plant a hand on the couch between the two of you. as you lean in, you can hear the hitch in his breath.

his lips are warm. the first kiss is light and ambiguous. when you pull away you search his face for an answer. he leans in this time, harder and rougher. his hands find a place on your face, then lower onto your shoulders, until they’re reaching for the buttons on your blouse. his chest meets yours as he pushes the two of you onto the couch. he’s got half the buttons on your shirt undone when a pang of guilt crashes over you. “wait. slow down sebastian, someone might see.” your hands palm against his shoulders, pushing with barely enough force to move him. “let them. i hope he sees this. someone that pathetic can’t touch you like this.” his fingers are swift with each button, and despite your words, you eagerly wait for them to undo each one. he smooths his hands over your stomach, reaching to grab your waist. you notice the way your skirt has ridden up, revealing white lace to him. his hands find their way under your skirt while his lips work to keep you quiet. he thumbs your slit over your underwear sending shivers through your spine. 

you can feel how hard he is when he ruts against you. you laugh to yourself in bubbling anticipation. you forget that despite his sensible demeanor he still is just another guy. his palms are warm against your burning skin. each caress carries you deeper and deeper away from guilt. your boyfriend is nice. he carries your books for you, he buys you flowers, he doesn’t even bat an eye when you’re gone for days on an adventure. of course, he doesn’t know that most of these escapades involve being in close company with sebastian. he doesn’t know most of them involve subtle glances and hands on shoulders. it would make him sick the amount of times you’ve been close enough to sebastian to count the freckles on his eyelids. you can’t help but feel a bit bad for him but the way those freckled hands dance beneath your skirt send you over the edge. 

he’s quick to discard the undergarment he’s robbed you of. “don’t think about him when you’re with me. actually don’t think about him at all.” he whispers against your neck. you laugh at his request. “he’s my boyfriend. i have to think about him.” before you realize what you’ve said you’re met with a set of sharp green eyes on you. “does your boyfriend know what you’re doing right now? does he know you’re with me?” his tone is harsh. “don’t pretend like you care about how he feels, alright? it just makes this whole situation harder than it needs to be.” you frown at him, his expression doesn’t change. it doesn’t change when he finishes undoing the rest of the buttons on your blouse but his eyes darken when he takes it off. you feel embarrassed from his words, his gaze, but you don’t push him away. you know how that ends.

he unbuckles his belt and the buckle taps against your bare thigh. his cock is displayed in front of you, and as twisted as the knot in your stomach feels, it’s nothing compared to how twisted your mind is. you feel a bit sick thinking about him walking in on you two but part of you feels enticed by the thought. that was the thing about sebastian. he stripped you of your moral compass, he made you wanna do all these bad things that normally you would have never dreamed of doing. or maybe, he just awoken the buried feeling of never wanting to be good. either way it didn’t matter because after tonight you’d never have a guiltless thought ever again.

you watch as he slides into your cunt over and over again. he’s a bit sloppy but you don’t mind. his eyes stay glued to your sex but you can’t help but drink in every moan, every scrunch of his eyebrows, every shift in his body. you’re sure he’s stopped paying attention to anything besides you. the rest of the world slips away. you forget about the boyfriend and all the times you promised there was nothing between you and sebastian. the denial only made your attraction stronger. and the best part was that you always knew the way it vexed sebastian that you had a boyfriend. that it bothered him that you didn’t belong to him, not the ancient magic, not your attention, and not your body. it satisfied you, the jealousy in his eyes. it fulfilled you to be under him even if it meant you were a bad person, all those times you saw the grit in his teeth or the clench in his jaw. there was a point in time when you truly believed you loved your boyfriend. but love was a scapegoat for satisfaction. you loved the way his presence reeled sebastian further into your grasp. the closer you got to your boyfriend the more sebastian longed for you. the boy who coyly asked you to the yule ball had been a living reminder to sebastian that he couldn’t have everything he wanted. for a while you stood by that standard, slyly dodging his pleas for late night antics. but it pained you to see him out with other girls. 

girls with big noses or frizzy hair. girls who were bottom of their class or useless with a wand. girls who could do nothing for him. you heard them whispering in the halls to their friends. “isn’t he dreamy?” they’d say with a giggle. but they were wrong. sebastian was far from a dream. in fact, sebastian was a nightmare. whatever lie he’d sold them in order to get their attention had been a thoughtout prison escape from your impossible hold on him. now, you were the one locked up, watching him on the outside waving red flag after red flag and still refusing to believe that maybe, just maybe, sebastian sallow would not make a good boyfriend. but it didn’t matter. you didn’t like sebastian because you thought he’d be a good boyfriend. you liked him because he was like no one else. you watched the way he almost tore the world apart for anne and you wanted that part of him to actually tear it apart for you. 

countless nights of lying awake imagining the screams and the terrible howls of those girls succumbing to unforgivable curses left you feeling emptier by the day. you snapped at your boyfriend and talked back to your professors and you hated the way it delighted sebastian to see you like this. you remembered the night you used crucio on him. you remembered the gravelly tint of pain in his voice, the way he cowered below you. his knees hit the ground in excruciating fervor. your skin grew pebbled with goosebumps as your hands reached below your sheets and dipped into places you knew you shouldn’t. the sound of his anguish brought you to an apex where upon reaching the bottom left you in more shame and embarrassment than before. you couldn’t look at him let alone finish your potions assignment the next day. you had dropped the vial holding the phoenix feather when you felt sebastian’s finger brush yours. sharp had minused point from slytherin causing the rest of your classmates to give you death glares for the rest of class. 

your attempt to escape the classroom were meek seeing how sebastian quickly caught up to you, he grabbed your wrist before you could squirm out of his grasp. “what’s with you lately? have you been getting any of my owls? exams are coming up and i’ve barely seen you come out of your room, what are you doing?” his desperate array of questions left your mind empty and bleak like morning snow. “i....i’ve been studying in my room.” you spat out. the truth was, you knew sebastian would be in the library for the majority of the day and if he wasn’t there then he would be in the undercroft, ruling out both your favorite places in the whole school. “well, study with me tonight will you? i know you’re not studying all day in that room so just do me this favor.” that smirk of his left a lasting impact on you even after he had walked away. you didn’t miss the way his hand had lingered on your wrist, swinging your arm forward as he spun away. the momentum brought you back to reality. you’d be lying if you said you would never have expected what was to happen later that night in the library.

“break up with that boyfriend of yours, will you? wouldn’t you rather do this instead?” he’s panting against your lips. “i can’t.” you respond, lowly. his hips thrust desperately against yours, his slacks are slipping. “why? scared you’ll be alone after i’m bored of you?” he chuckles darkly, eyes narrowing as they lock onto yours. you roll your eyes in pink embarrassment. “you won’t be bored of me.” you say, unconfidently. you hope he won’t see past your half-built facade but you forget who you’re dealing with. sebastian gives one last thrust before he staggeringly pulls out of you. he sits back on the couch, head tilted back, legs spread with his gleaming cock still hard. he pants breathlessly into the dim atmosphere of the library. “i’m sorry, i’ll never get bored of you.” his head leans back onto the couch cushion as he glances at you. “now be good and finish me off here.” 

you want to scream at him and run. you want to pull out your wand and cast the most unforgivable curse you know. you wished he would stop looking at you like that. when you get on your knees in front of him he instinctively puts both hands on your head, guiding you, teaching you, keeping your attention on him. your lips wrap around his tip, coaxing him. before you know it he’s thrusting into your mouth, hips lifted and hands locked on your head. he cums fast into your convulsing throat. your eyes water and you can hardly breathe but it doesn’t matter. you’re embarrassed for the millionth time that night. embarrassed that you care more about his pleasure than your own. embarrassed that you’ve really done it this time. you curse yourself for being so gullible. sebastian sits panting into the cool air of the library, his voice echoes into the night. “you really won’t break up with him?” he asks breathily. your body shifts on the floor. you know your answer but you don’t know how to deliver it. you want the gravity of your equivocal rejection to permanently sit in his mind. “no. i love him.” as soon as the words leave your mouth you’re regretting them. sebastian smiles knowingly. “i knew you’d say that.”

this took me longer than it should have

[sillypiratelife]

More funny/cute moments from the fake prince Zoro au but this time with the search team:

Luffy finds a giant bug he can sit in, much to Sanji and Nami's dismay. He later insisted on carrying it like a backpack.

There's a moment when he tries to hide the bug under his straw hat. It's Luffy with the giant bug very visibly over his head and the bug wearing the hat.

Luffy's attempt to climb the mountain by extending his arm as long as he can while Chopper begs him to stop because the rocks will cut him AND poison him, probably.

Honestly Luffy has no business being such a menace, but that's not weird for him.

Anyway he eats a bug that slightly drugs him and thinks he's melting, so Sanji has to pick him like he's picking a jelly man from the ground. He leaves Luffy with Nami when it's time to report to the other team, ending with Nami manipulating Luffy to believe he is no longer in risk of melting thanks to her "witch powers / weather control".

"I should have been the prince 😩", "did you really want ZORO with us in this forest? 🤨"

Sanji with his heart eyes for Nami finding comfort in the fact he still likes girls a great deal, thank you very much, all be blessed by the sight of Nami's body.

Sanji doesn't know how to stop hiding his real feelings from Nami, because in his mind he's betraying all women by liking boys. It leads to a post-adventure talk once they are back in the Merry.

Nami is really gentle with Sanji. She wishes she had someone to talk and gush about when she found out she liked girls, but she was too busy trying to survive Arlong and she had no friends, only Nojiko and she was far far away at the time.

That scene of Sanji hiding his face in Nami's neck while he slightly panics. She holds him in silence, knowing there's a lot Sanji has to figure out for himself and she can only be there for him as it happens.

That night in the Merry Nami stays with Sanji in the kitchen. He cooks and she sketches the map of the island they just left and a new map of Skypiea.

But back at the forest.

Nami, Luffy and Sanji getting perfectly camouflaged in the autumn forest with their hair colors.

Nami curses the little folk so bad they get scared and Luffy proclaims in awe that she must be a real witch (he got hit, of course).

The absolute comedy of Sanji realizing he is screwed because everything reminds him of Zoro and Luffy clocking it so fast Sanji is scared for his life.

Luffy doesn't say a thing, but somehow every time Sanji is blushing because of Zoro, Luffy is right there looking at him with his big crazy unnerving yet reassuring smile and a glint in his eyes that crush Sanji's expectations of no one noticing anything.

THE HIDE AND SEEK INTENSE BATTLE. There's a tradition in Altus that says that if you're meant to find something, you'd be able to find it no matter what. The little folk honor it and separate the search team. Nami finds a treasure, Luffy finds an old rotten throne in the middle of nowhere and Sanji finds the cave where the royal family hides.

The whole combo of the oldest prince and Nami bargaining 'cause Luffy made a fortune in little folk currency (bugs) and the prince is trying very hard to save the economy of his kingdom from Nami.

The twin princesses help Sanji find the color changing vegetable that the witch of the farmer village uses for her special soup.

The Queen is really sick when they find her :((

The princes and princesses all worrying over their mother's health, refusing to leave her door, sitting on the ground all bundled in a giant mess. It hurts all the straw hats to see it and they try to comfort the royal family as much as they can.

Luffy distracts the girls talking about bugs. Sanji cooks for everyone. Nami brags about how talented Chopper is.

THEM AT THE BALL.

Luffy tries to convince a whole orchestra to join the ship. A whole. Orchestra.

Sanji dances soooo much with soooo many people. That man does miracles with his feet and he's there to show off.

Nami learning from the King how to cheat in new card games.

[natsuki208]

The Spider Consumed By Greed 🕷

(This is based on an idea for my season 2 rewrite taking place in my Dadbastian AU)

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It is a demon’s full duty to only come into the human world to form Faustian contracts with those lowlife desperate humans and devour their souls as payment. These are very strict rules that must be obeyed, but it never hurts for them to step out of line and do things their own way.

One of the malicious is an arachnid whom took stepping out of line too far by starting to break the rules of contracts he’s made and even sight on innocent souls on the brick of death (he’s become a well-known menace for the grim reapers because of this).

Just like a spider would go after any prey caught in its web, whenever a soul catches his eye - he takes it.

The arachnid gets worse with cheating after he failed to devour an infant child due to another demon’s presence, by manipulating the mind of a broken young boy who desperately wants to be loved and luring the lost soul back into his web along with his so-called master. All to satisfy his enlarging greed.

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‘Hope to ignorance, love to despair, and a lost child to my gratifying feast. That’s what makes a demon.’

[carpenoctxrn]

Doctor. Doctor. (Spencer Reid x FemReader)

Chapter 7: The Storm at the Party

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Warning: Mentions killing, talk of anxiety, cheating parent figure, reader being jealous towards Maeve and like hating her, Reader liking Spencer, mentions of arousal, like conscience being a menace and imploring the reader to tease Spencer.

P.O.V: Y/N

Jealousy. 

A ugly human emotion that contorted the mind through the manipulation of the heart. And right now at this moment, I was succumbing to Jealousy. My heart felt broken and my mind angry. I just looked at the woman being fawned over by others. And what I saw made my stomach sick.

His hands intertwined with her fingers as they talked to each other. It seemed as if everyone was talking to each other while my eyes were trained on the two hands that held each other tightly. My stomach felt sick because of what I was doing not even 5 minutes ago. Trying to seduce a man who is already taken. I am desperate but actively trying to seduce a man into cheating was a feeling of disgust that washed over me. 

I’ve felt this feeling before. Every Time I saw my father with his new wife the feeling would come back. I despised that woman so I refuse to do anything resembling her. The sight of the two hands before me began to blur as tears formed. 

“Hey I’m just going to use the bathroom.” I spoke to Luke and Lisa disrupting their conversation with Matt and his wife who were discussing the best gangster flick of all time.

“Yea it’s right past that doorway.” Lisa spoke, gesturing in a direction that would make me pass by them.

Standing up slowly I kept a normal pace as I walked around the table and towards the doorway to go to the bathroom. I prayed and hoped no one would stop me for an introduction but alas my wishes were left unheard as Krystall said my name. Gesturing me to come to them.

“And Doctors this is Dr. Y/N Monterey,” She said as she comfortingly held my waist with her left arm and her right arm was placed on my right shoulders.

“It's great to meet you,” I said, putting my hands forward to shake.

“ I’m Dr. Maeve Donovan,” she said as she eyed my hands, “I don’t shake hands. It’s a germ thing.” She spoke uncomfortably.

“No wonder you’re so compatible with Dr. Reid,” I said using his words in this sense, “He wouldn’t bite his nails, he’d pick them because he didn’t bring hand sanitizer. I observed it a few times when you were bashing Dr. Tucholsky theory.” I laughed.

He looked confused but it seems as if he brushed it off to continue a sense of normalcy and light hearted notes to my sentences. 

“Anyways, please excuse me I have to use the bathroom,” I said, exempting myself from the group.

I briskly walked towards the bathroom. Opening the door I saw that it was a full bath in a mid-century colour theme. A grand mirror, brown tiles, fake plants and outstanding warm lights were placed. 

I stared at my figure. I looked just as I did when I arrived at the party but something in me changed. I felt different. Flashbacks from my family's past began haunting me. I felt my thoughts spiralling out of my own control as if they had an intention of their own. 

I grasped the cool material of the white basin. My fingers held on tightly as I put my entire weight on my hands to elevate the pressure my feet felt. I couldn’t look up at the mirror right now because I knew I would cry. I knew I would lose my composure. So I didn't bother looking at myself again. 

The buzz of my phone against the tile brought my attention back. 

Doctor: I know you work at the Saint Mother of Mary’s Hospital, drive a dodge hellcat, don’t have official social media handles, but you have an unofficial instagram account which you use to like posts about nature, cars, motorbikes, and quotes from Nikita Gill.

Doctor: oh and also that you have a thing for being tied up.

Y/N: I know my instagram didn’t reflect anything that would showcase I loved being tied.

Doctor: No. But Nikita Gill’s quote does.

Y/N: Gee doctor are you a profiler or something.

Doctor:...What if I was?

My mind felt blank as my heart raced at the possibility of this man being a profiler. It felt like a joke so the chuckle that left my lips were justified.

Y/N: I wouldn’t ask for a date at the bar if we met. 

Y/N: I want hot sex, not a therapy session.

Doctor: So you were going to ask me out to a date if we met in a bar?

Y/N: Yes as long as your version of a date means going back to my place and leaving in the morning before I wake up.

Doctor: Didn’t expect you to be that kind of a girl.

Y/N: No one does.

Doctor: Realistically I can’t find your address. 

Y/N: Are you admitting defeat Doctor?

Doctor: Never. Although I am asking for help.

Y/N: How may I be of service to you?

Doctor: Keep on talking like that gorgeous. It makes me more restless to meet you.

Doctor: What state and city do you live in?

Y/N: Virginia, in between Quantico and Centreville. I hope that help’s Doctor.

Doctor: See you soon gorgeous.

Smiling to myself I felt more like me. I looked into the mirror and I saw me with that familiar prowling look in my eyes. I was ready to go back to the dinner but not to flirt with Spencer, but to prove to myself I am better. I will not let my own inhibitions break my morals and ethics.

A whore with morals. That's comedic.

An eye roll to my thought, my hands opened the door to go back to the party much stronger and better.

I was gone for about ten minutes so I expected everyone to be prepping for food but it seemed that everyone was still talking. The group of people were still there standing and talking. It seemed as if nothing had changed except the topic of conversations.

“Anyways so I changed my approach using your advice and the next thing you know three names popped up on my screen. Seriously Maeve you’re a lifesaver. Literally.” Penelope praised Maeve.

The familiar feeling of jealousy came back as I heard those words when approaching the group to pass by them. 

“Oh hey Y/N, come join us.” Motioned Emily as she handed me a glass of champagne she picked up from the tray near her.

“Who are we celebrating?'' I asked, eyeing the wine in my hand.  

“Maeve and her advice on our missions. She helped us solve cases faster and save more lives than we could ever tell her.” Jennifer added.

“To Maeve!” Penelope said and everyone quietly joined in before sipping, or downing it like a shot in Penelope’s case.

 Maeve just took a sip of her Champagne as she uttered thank you’s.

“So Dr. Y/N is that an MD or PHD?” She asked me politely.

“Both. I got my MD two years ago and that's when I began working at the hospital. I got my PHD in Neurobiology when I was two years in graduate school, so close to eight years ago. What about you?” I asked as I sipped the champagne.

“Oh my focus was and has been genetics. I truly love the complexity and bonds…” Her voice droned out in my ears.

Even Though I was looking at her I could see Spencer behind her. His hands around her waist loosely clung to her red fitted dress. Her red hair was let down and I could Spencer focus on her word. Everything about this situation was making me feel pitiful at my own circumstance.

“...I was so driven that I finished my graduate program by the time I was 24.” She said enthusiastically. Spencer just smiled and praised her.

“I guess that’s why you’re so good at what you do.” He said to her.

“Speaking of geniuses who completed college in their early 20’s, a little knight told me Dr. Y/N had her Neurobiology doctorate at 22 while she was an intern for a surgeon at the local hospital in Sacramento County.” Spoke Penelope as she stumbled a bit.

“Wow, that's young. Spence had two PhDs by that time,” Maeve added in. Her voice was like an annoying chihuahua that was barking at nothing to me.

Be nice Y/N. She is being friendly and you should follow her lead.

I didn’t know what to say so I just smiled and took a sip of my drink as Emily advised us to sit back, which we so graciously did. Seating down Phil and Penelope switched seats since she just had to seat closer to David to tell him a secret. As I sat down I observed that right across from me was none other than Spencer Reid. As he sat down we made eye contact. His soft stubble was more than attracting me to stare whilst his lips were parted open to allow his pink tongue to run over them. Moisturising them. 

I just smiled at him when he returned back to me, allowing my heart to pick up its pace as a small hue of pink began to form. I didn’t want for others to see me blushing at the sight of Spencer so I took another sip of my champagne. 

“I hope you all have space for some pan fried Italian Chicken with potatoes and peppers. And for the delectable Penelope Garcia we have vegan pasta and gnocchi.” David spoke as the servers began placing our dishes and one of them refilled my unintentionally empty glass of empty wine. My plate looked like it was out of a gourmet channel.

“So enjoy and just know I know how good the food is so please be sure to tell me.” David added on as he sat down.

Clinking of utensils were met with groans of praise of how delicious the food was. I sliced a piece of chicken and brought it up to my mouth to taste the chicken. The chicken flavour was enhanced with dried rosemary, dill, and oregano. The taste made my tongue search for more.

“It’s good isn't it.” Phil whispered as he praised the chicken he just ate.

“It’s so good that I want to marry it.” I whispered as I took another bite. My comment making him and I both chuckle.

“I think that’s why the chicken is dead before you could ask.” Phil Jabbed back at me making me gasp and punch his shoulder lightly before he laughed at my reaction.

“So Dr. Y/N, why don’t you tell us about yourself?” David asked as he was eating his chicken, allowing many to silence their words to listen to me.

“Oh- Okay. So I came to Virginia two years ago from Sacramento, California. I didn’t want to leave but I had to. I have a younger brother who is three years old and every birthday he has celebrated here with me in Virginia.” I said very briefly, ending it with a smile.

“Oh you’re willing to spend two months with toddlers?” Asked Krystal Simmons with a joking tone to her question.

“What can I say, the heart is a complex mechanism when it comes to emotions.” I said looking at Krystall who just touched her heart shaped locket as she nodded at my words.

“Well if you��re ever up for babysitting let us know.” Matt adds on which makes him receive a small slap to his pec from his wife.

“I would love to babysit but I am not so sure if my schedule is reliable for it. But I do get weekends off after every two weekends. So this weekend I am free.” I said offering up my availability.

“That’s good to know.” Krystall said, which made her receive a small slap on her shoulder from Matt with a look that said seriously.

The attention on me died down as everyone began eating the delicious dish in front of them. As I was picking up a potato with my fork I felt something hit my legs. Thinking nothing of it I was about to continue with my action only for me to feel something brush past my legs again. Making me stop my actions. I looked up at the person across from me. The only logical deductions as to whom it could be that my legs were being brushed past. Dr. Spencer Reid. 

He just sat there eating his food as his girlfriend conversed with everyone around her. He sat there quietly picking his food as he would smile and nod at times to what his girlfriend was saying. He felt me staring at him and looked up to meet my gaze. I offered a small smile to which he just acknowledged by sending one back to me.

Unfortunately Maeve caught wind of our little interaction and stopped her talking abruptly. Her sudden lack of words made Spencer look up as she just stared at me. Not knowing what to do I offered her the same smile I offered Spencer, just a bit more shorter. She apologised for taking a break and she continued on droning about what she couldn’t keep inside her mouth.

It's not that I hated Maeve. With the limited interactions I had with her today I actually think she would make a great friend or a colleague at least. It’s the jealousy I feel towards her for having someone like Spencer Reid. Maybe this feeling is temporary and will dissipate in a few short days, but for now it was the only prominent feeling that worked its way through my body. 

I hated how Maeve seemed so perfect for Spencer. First of all she is gorgeous with her porcelain skin, amber hair, and seafoam shaded eyes. Secondly, she is so intelligent that I envy her brain. Thirdly she is so insightful that a group of people who have been doing this work for years ask her for input to solve cases, to help save lives. I was jealous of her, and I hated myself even more for feeling such way.

In my thoughts I had finished the food in front of me at the same pace as others around me. The server’s came up and took the plates away before I had the chance to take my plate away. Once everyone’s plate was cleared David stood up from his place at the head of the table and clinked his glass of scotch on the rocks.

“Thank you everyone for coming, and showering me with praises for the wonderful meal I had prepared. I want to propose a toast to the new friends we made today and may our future continue blessing us with wonderful people who bring delicious cupcakes.” David ended the toast as he looked sincerely at me and nodded. A nod I returned back with a smile. 

The time was now close to 9pm and everyone had moved from the dining room to the backyard. Since couples were dancing, others were talking, and some were playing poker. Spencer was talking with Maeve whilst seated on the couch, I on the other hand had decided to just sit and enjoy another Cuba Libre as I took in the different scene before me. I was waiting on Krystal since she said she had an album of her daughter that she wanted to show me. She was so excited that I couldn't refuse if I wanted to.

In a few minutes she was sitting next to me, sipping on her own Margarita as she opened the big brown leather book. It was adorned by pictures of a blonde little girl who was doing various activities with tid bits of pictures of David’s grandson. The pictures surely showed a beautiful family who loved each other despite the years they haven't known each other. 

My eyes caught on a picture with a figure that seemed familiar. It resembled my father. With furrowed eyebrows and confusion lacing my voice I slowly asked Krystal.

“Who is this man?” I questioned softly, genuinely scared at the answer.

“Oh, that’s so weird I don’t remember. David, honey,” Krsytall called over David from the poker game he refused to play but he stood to observe.

“Who’s this?” Krystall asked on behalf of me. 

My eyes were tracing the familiar figure as my ears were intently listening to the next words that would come out of David’s mouth;.

“That’s my good friend from college, Alvin Pricely. He is a successful businessman now but when that Photo was taken his family was going through a stalker problem that came with wealth. His 8 year old daughter was being stalked by a high school boy, Alex Patrivicsky. It was a heartbreaking case, Alex stalked the girl thinking she looked like her baby sister he lost a year ago but he was killed by a group of mercenaries when they kidnapped Pricely’s daughter. She was found alive with minor bruises here and there but she wouldn’t say how she got them. I sometimes wondered what happened there to her?” David said as he stared at the picture.

Throughout the story I felt my eyes clouded with tears. The overwhelming feeling of being trapped washed over my body, paralyzing my limbs. My mine went into a state of blankness to avoid any impulsive actions to occur during this moment. Every Word that David said brought back a memory to the surface that I had drowned through years of therapy and achievements. At the end of his story those therapy sessions and those achievements were not enough to make the memory’s return back to the depths of my mind.

“After they kidnapped her, they put a knife to her throat and said if she screamed or didn’t do what they asked her they would kill her. So the 8 year old was quiet and she didn’t even cry. They took her to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Bakersville where they locked her in a room with a camera in the corner. She was so scared that she stayed exactly where they had pushed into the room. After a few hours a man came in, with a knife. He began to tell her how he loved cutting people but this would be his first time cutting a little girl. The scared girl didn’t know what to do so when the man went eye level to her and placed the knife right by her face, she snatched it and stabbed him in the neck with it. She watched as she cried as the man bled out in front of her until she saw the door to the room was open. When she ran out of the warehouse she would unconsciously trip over that man’s dead body. Hallucinating, he was following her.” I ended my own saga with a sorrowful look.

“Oh it’s you. You’re Pricely’s daughter.” Exclaimed Krystal as she pulled me into a hug, “Oh you brave little soul.” Her praise continued.

“Your father did say you changed your name to your grandma’s maiden name.” David spoke as he took a sip of his drink as he sat on the couch in front of me.

“She used to complain about how the Montgomery name will die with her, so when I turned 18 I changed my name and she made me my first Cuba Libre.” I said with a smile as I looked at David.

“It’s good to know you succeeded in life,” David said as he stood up from his spot on the couch, “How is your father anyways?” He asked me curiously.

“I wish I had an answer to that.” I responded kindly back to him as my true words did nothing to hide my pain.

He just smiled sadly and went back to his Poker game whilst Krystal told me how brave I was to do what I had done at eight years old. She praised me for defending myself and she comforted me. After years of not having the love and blessing of a mother Krystal was a heaven sent to my heart. Krystal slowly stood up and told me she was going to go put this back and finish up some payments with the server’s before she will join me back. I just smiled and nodded at what she said.

My figure was left alone at the party with nothing but my own thoughts and the taste of rum mixed with coke would provide me comfort. That was until my eyes made contact from across the patio with Spencer. He was looking at my figure in a way that was hard to describe. His face held no emotions. His girlfriend seemed to have excused herself to dance with Penelope or rather Penelope excused his girlfriend to dance with her. He stood up slowly and made his way to me.

Every step he took the closer he came to me. With every inch he was closer the faster my heart beated. He had such an influence on my being from just his walking, no wonder his words have such a tantalizing effect on me. We made eye contact as he was walking but I broke away from the gaze to observe the condensing glass of my liquor.

“Are you okay Y/N?” He asked with his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed together.

“Maybe.” I said honestly as I looked back into his eyes.

“Is there something I can do?” He asked genuinely concerned.

You could hold me and tell me that everything is alright.

“Maybe you could just talk?” I questioned even though I meant it as a statement.

“Well you’re in luck, cause I love talking,” Added Spencer before he began talking.

I didn’t really pay attention to the topic that he was talking about. I was lost in the sound of his voice that came out as a whisper. His enticing voice had hypnotized my senses into focusing on him and only him. Every word he spoke made my heart swell from knowing it was meant for me. Only me. 

“I feel like we’ve been saying this a lot to each other but I’m sorry for brushing past that memory you told me. About the trident looking fork.” He spoke awkwardly as he brought up the memory in an effort to make me laugh. In which he succeeded.

“We have been apologizing a lot to each other, but I guess that's always the first step into the threshold of friendship.” I added my two cents as I sipped on my half empty drink, enjoying the slight tingle my felt at the cold liquid running down the esophagus. 

“Friends. I never really have friends outside of work. Never wanted or needed them,” he clarified. His words were no less than a bullet to my wounded heart, I felt myself turning red at the embarrassing notion that had just occurred.

Spencer Reid rejected my friendship.

I unintentionally broke our eye contact as I took my drink and downed it all in one gulp.

“I’m gonna go get a refill,” I said as I quickly spoke, not giving him the chance to soften his words for me.

I stood up making my way to the drinks table only to find Phil struggling with a very Drunk Penelope. Maeve was there helping Phil trying to get her to walk to his car apparently from what I gathered from their tone of words.

“Hey Y/N, is it okay if I take Penelope home first then come back to pick you?” Phil asked politely regardless of troubled manner right now.

“It’s okay, I’ll get a uber you just drive safe and get her home safe.” I spoke, coming closer to him in order to  help the three figure out. 

“Are you sure?” He asked with concern, probably hating the idea of me getting in a car with a stranger.

“Yes, I’ll text you when I leave and when I arrive home.” I said softly.

“BUH- Byeee MAeveee and Dr. Y/N’s and Pretty pretty boyy.” Slurred out a very drunk Penelope.

“I can take it from here Maeve,” Said the shy but comforting voice of Spencer Reid.

As the three walked away from us I was left with none other than Maeve. I felt bad for taking away his boyfriend’s attention and felt much like Penelope.

“I’m sorry, I know I’ve been talking with Spencer and that must have gotten in between you two.” I said trying to feign guilt but in reality the only thing I felt was happiness.

“Oh no it’s okay, the move has been making it hard for us to talk without making a storm of the smallest of issues, so a little bit of distance is nice.” She said as she sipped a pink drink in her hand that looked like lemonade. 

“Sorry to hear that,” I said, “so are you guys moving to a house somewhere?” I asked quietly with a heavy heart.

I didn’t know the answer but I did know that I hated the idea of not having Spencer as my neighbor. Yes he technically didn't accept my friendship but like I said. I have friends. What I want is mind numbingly good sex.

“His apartment. It’s closer to my work, his work, so before we make a permanent purchase we decided to pursue a trial of living together.” She explained.

I didn’t know what to feel except that maybe I wouldn’t have minded him living away from the apartment. Because now there is a chance that I will be running into him as his hands are laced with hers when I come back from work. Or I will see them exchanging spit as I am sweaty from a workout. Each image of them living a domestic life was nothing but a cut to my own heart. 

“That’s a very logical and calculated step to take. I hope you both find paths written in your destiny.” My words carried off my silent wishes of having Spencer Reid to myself.

“Thank you,” she muttered before leaving me alone in the small space of the house.

Looking at the time I felt myself slowly coming in grasp with my own limitations as I saw the time that clearly showed the time to be 9:47pm. Luckily I didn’t work tomorrow due to my hectic schedule the past two days, but I still felt emotionally exhausted. A lot happened at this party. Spencer Reid had become my crush, I tried to seduce him albeit knowing he had a girlfriend, met his girlfriend, tried to pursue a friendship with Spencer, which he rejected. And then there is the matter of my trauma that I had buried for so long that just came out tonight. And all in the span of less than 2 hours.

Quickly I grabbed my purse from the kitchen counter and made my way to the group of people in the back to say bye. Everyone was a bit drunk so they were equally open to hugging me goodbye. I started off with Krystall, then the Simmons, then the La-Montagne’s, and I found Emily and David in the corner talking. 

“Heading out?” Asked Emily as she opened her arm for a goodbye deeming her question rhetorically.

“Yes, my body needs more rest than I thought,” I replied back with a chuckle.

“Well it was good to meet you. You know I heard from Gracia that you are a fein when it comes to shopping, wanna go next weekend when you are off?” Emily asked excitedly.

“The obvious answer is yes!” I exclaimed to her as I pulled in another hug matching her enthusiasm.

Jennifer called Emily over and she said bye to me before leaving me alone with David. It seemed like a drink in his hand was natural. I looked at him and smiled.

“Thank you for inviting me over. It was nice to drink with people my own age and not have them puke all over me.” I said chuckling.

“Yea when you get older, this becomes much closer to your heart than strangers,” He said fondly, “and I meant it, you did do better. You know your father had you profiled, right?” He questioned, knowing I was aware of the answer.

“An Obsessive psychopath, that was the diagnosis.” I replied back in a flash.

“Which you clearly are but used for your education it seems.” David stated so keenly.

“Don’t worry the dead bodies I touched were cadavers,” I joked to him which earned me a wry chuckle from him.

“Anyways, I’ll be leaving now, thank you seriously for having me over,” I said as he leaned in for an Italian style goodbye hug plus kiss combo.

“How will you get to your home?” David asked, concerned.

“Oh I’ll just Uber,” I said, waving my phone at him.

“I don’t like that idea. Didn't like cabs before and dont like em now, it always made you an easy target.” He spoke with a fatherly concern and tone to his words.

“Regardless of popular belief most people get abducted while waiting for their vehicle or taxi not in them.” Spencer added with a knowing tone.

“And your point is?” David urged on, almost threatening him to give a better reason for interrupting him, whilst I shamelessly inhaled Dr. Reid’s scent.

“I can drop her off,” He said calmly whilst offering me a smile.

I didn’t know why but his words caught me like a deer in the headlights. I stared up at him not knowing what to do. Gulping, I looked back down at my feet admiring nothing in particular. 

“Oh yeah, Penelope mentioned something about you two living together,” David said with a sly smirk on his face.

“Neighbors,” Spencer clarified, “We are neighbors.” He stated so plainly that it hurt just as he had rejected my friendship.

“It’s okay an uber will be less hassle anyways and I am leaving right now, I’m sure you would like to spend time with Maeve, seeing as I had stolen the majority of it tonight.” I reasoned with Spencer as I looked straight at David.

“Maeve brought her own car and she lives closer to Penelope’s apartment than ours. Besides, I have an early lecture tomorrow to get to so turning in for the night now isn't a bad decision.” He explained so simply, clarifying that it would be the best for me to go with him.

“I like the idea of you two being together,” David said as he took a sip of his whiskey but not before I could see a very obvious smirk forming on his lips.

“You mean leaving together not being together?” I clarified the two words he had said.

“Isn’t that what I said?” David spoke feigning confusion. “Must be the whiskey.” He added on as he swirled the liquid in his hands.

“Or old age,” Said Spencer quietly, making me chuckle at his words.

“What did you say?” David asked curtly and obviously had heard what he said.

“Nothing.” Spencer replied smugly with a calm demeanor to his childish behavior.

“Anyways,” David said whilst eyeing Spencer, “I will feel safer knowing you are with someone I can track down easily if something were to happen to you.” He spoke as his words had humor but concern to them.

“Okay, I will leave with Dr. Spencer Reid then,” I said as I turned to look at the doctor waiting for him to signal if he would like to go now or in a bit.

“Yea let’s go, I already said my goodbyes,” Spencer Spoke as he opened his phone to look at something before looking up at David and shaking his hand as a means of a goodbye.

I heard Emily call out a bye so I turned around and waved at the group one last time. In the seconds as I waved bye to them I knew I was stalling. I already feel so strongly for Spencer and I have already tried teasing him with people around us. How would I act when he will be sitting right next to me with no one there but me and him?

I guess you just have to tease him a bit harder.

My malicious conscience conspired in my head. As I turned around and was met with the tall and hovering frame of Spencer, his eyes were gazing down at me. Judging me as if he had heard what my intentions were with him. And for some reason I loved that he was judging me. I loved how dirty it made my body feel. I loved how his unspoken judging gaze was causing me to feel my arousal lubricating me.

A/N: Hi lovelies, whores, sluts, and any other term you find endearing. Thank you for reading my work. I just felt like I should come clean and state I have general idea of a "plot" but that's it. I don't know how to get there but I will some how. And I will say this again this will not be a cheating trope because I would say it's wayyy out of character for Spencer to cheat, although I love those stories a lot. Also Happy New Year! I hope you guys get dilf crushes, good money, good grades, and good relationship!

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[jack-yutani]

The Metal Wolf in Sheep's Fleshly Clothes

Hate!! Even as I seemed to float in a colorless, lifeless, abyss in between worlds, hatred boiled inside me. I thought my eyes were closed, but I blinked my eyelids.

Then it hit me, Eyes?!?! I Have Eyes!! I was still and stiff, It was just as bad in my more static form.

But I have eyes, actual eyes but How?

Then all of a sudden, I was falling. For the first time as I fell from the skies, a storm cloud thundered and roared around me, I almost felt the winds. I then landed on my back, I have a back too. I have Form Now!! Though I somehow still couldn’t move, I looked up at what appeared to be a smogging city. I was laying on top of a building, but I still couldn’t move. Finally I sprouted up and quickly looked at my surroundings. I was on top of the construction site. It was night time but I could hear the endless echoes of motor vehicles. “Humans?” I spoke aloud, realizing I had an organic voice instead of a fabricated one.

I looked at my hands, where I hoped to have fleshy ones instead my body was a mixture of flesh and metal. My hands had metal wires going in pale white knuckles and wrists, there seemed to be no sign of blood flow from the paleness of my new skin so that wasn’t a prominent sign of full humanity as I wanted.

I heard the thunder from above and looked up, a raindrop splashed against my face. Nothing, no cool touch of water, or a smooth feeling nor the raindrop rolling against my cheek. Nothing!!! “No!!” I Shrieked, I was cheated of the opportunity to Feel.

I stood up before a small cloudburst poured on me, Nothing!!! Even with something of a Human form, I can still not feel cool rain pouring all over me. And, No, I'm still thinking just as quickly as I was thinking everything was starting to slow down again, every second was a month, every raindrop took a week in my mind more than in real time.

I was still a Machine, I was still walking in the same Hell in the shell of a Man. So I ran down the unfinished building, still not able to shed a single tear for being scammed, still not able to express emotions. All I could feel was hate. Hate, Hate, Hate.

Though my thoughts returned to realtime, I knew why I Hate. “Hey!!” A human voice barked, a light beamed at me from behind. My boiling body turned into a serene sensation, I knew this only feeling too well. The only joy I get in this miserable existence.

I turned around with a huge grin on my face, a lonely, blobish human wearing construction worker clothing. His fat face was already pouring with sweat, maybe because of my more “Wolfish” appearance or just as he stared deep, deep into my eyes all he could see was my Hatred.

“Hey yourself, Pal.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, at the sametime with my mind slowing down I ran a system diagnostics of this body. It took a month in my mind to figure out that this body has about only 50% power compared to my original form, though there are some interesting abilities I’ve obtained that will require “Testing”. “The Name’s A.M.. From Allied Master computer to Adaptive Manipulator, then to Aggressive Menace. But you can call Me your new God AM .” The Construction worker with a shaking hand reached for a gun holster crudely hidden in his waist with a strange weapon I haven’t seen before.

The Gun on the man’s holster was most defintaily ballistic in nature, but I don’t recognize it and I was made for War so I should have known the side.

I let him draw it so after dropping his flashlight to examine it from a distance. The barrel had a mixture of a small barrel and a rectangle. “Stop right there!!” The disgusting clear fluids poured down his red round face, his fat hands shaking with gun pointed right at me from his spherical chest than towards his face, and gurby index finger vibrating on the trigger. He barely had any experience with a gun, so this was gonna be fun.

“Or what?” I growled like an animal, unfazed by his weak threat. “You’ll shoot? You’ll kill me? Says the one that has no idea your messing with a God, I’ve once wiped out your entire species other than five. But you're not one of them. So where am I? What Year is This?”

Almost smug for a split second he answered. “2034.” I raised my eyebrows. “2034?” I thought as my mind slowed down in time. “But, that would mean I’m somehow 50 years behind. And by now this meatbag would be dead or his father for him to be non-existent. I wonder.” “What happened in 1971?” I asked, the construction worker lowered his gun with a confusedlook. Then I striked, my mind slowed down as everything began to completely become still. I was able to move as quickly as my mind. Synched against time, I walked casually towards him without any detection. I then grabbed the construction worker by the neck by the time my mind and body were tuned with time lifting him high above me shocked and confused, he choked and dropped his alien gun to the cement floor, I used a magnetic grip from my free hand to pull the side arm towards me.

As I thoroughly examined the gun, I saw “Beretta” cut into the gun. Beretta? The Itlians? Why would they even keep making guns, most theirs from the World Wars were crap compared to this one. “I Said.” Looking back up at the construction worker struggling in my grasp, I felt like drooling just by his red face turning blue and lack if breath. “What happened in 1971? Don’t test my patience.” The Construction worker choked. “I don’t know Cold War went on, Ended in the 1990’s. “No.” I muttered, shaking my head. “No, the Cold War kept going. They used A.I. to strategize for them.” “It did end, all I can think about is JFK, The internet, The Kaiju.”

“I’m sorry, Kaiju?” I further interrogated and tightened my grip around his fat neck. “Some portal opened in the Pacific, The Kaiju came out every once in while, they attack major cities but the Jaguars stop them once they try to reach a city .”

“Jaguars, Hunters.” I thought with my mind. “But major cities being seem so strategic, and these Jaguars of course are some sorta interceptor units to destroy these Kaiju. But these Kaiju almost sound like animals, unless if it was all about territory." I realized in my mind five hours went by. “I’m sorry, but you put me in a huge disadvantage.” I then took the gun and pointed the barrel at the right side of his chest, straight at the right lung. “What is a Kaiju? Some sorta organism, or animal?”

I could almost feel his heart racing, if it wasn’t the fact of me holding him by neck scared him the gun surely make his heart running like race car engine. “They’re Monsters, Giants. That's all I know, please don’t kill me.”

At first I gave a small chuckle after hearing “Please don’t kill me.”. “I’m sorry, can you say that again?” “P-please don’t kill me, I was just about to propose.” I gave a small chuckle, but I just couldn’t keep composure and began to laugh hysterically. “Again!!!” I roared pressing the gun harder against his chest. “Beg For Mercy!! Cry For Help!! Feed me your Fear, Pour Sweat On Me Like a Gorgious Waterfalll, Massage me with the beats of your trembling Heart!!! Again!!!” “Please God Don’t Kill Me!! I laughed hysterically, this new experiance to get own hands dirty.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna kill you.” I tossed gun aside and rolled up my fist. “But what I always found facisionating about your fleshly bodies, is despite how you think they make you feel so safe. Your skeletail system and your immune system, and your organs. Is how they can kill you.” I then with prescision struck a jab with my fist into the left side of the Contrustion Woker’s, his ribs snapping inwards the third, fourth, and fivth ribs punchuring the man’s left lung. Blood leaking into his lungs.

I dropped the construction worker onto his hands and knees as he began to chock on his own blood. “But if your ribs are smashed into your own lungs, then its your own body killing itself. Like your appendix bursting a like a ticking time bomb, Your immune system can turn against your own body, and to top it all off Cancer. Your own cells eatting each other like hungry dogs eating eachother, its like your meant to die.” The Contstrucion worker crawled as he began to cough up blood.

“There it is. Your flawed body working against you. I’ll let nature take its course.” I walked away as I could hear the human’s life slowly dwindled away. I had to get far away from the area and find an isloated place to hunker down, gather information, find out about these Monsters, maybe they can be of use.

(So This Chapter is from the terrfying, mad, sadtisic, pov from A.M. in a sorta human form. Soon I might do other Kajiu and A.I. soon so do please wait. Godbless you all.)

[fullfiresiren]

// toxic!Gojo headcannons //

notes: it’s literally cannon that Gojo belongs to the streets so idk what y'all expect from him really ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ man is a menace, enough said...

warnings: nsfw/18+, degradation, triggering, relationship abuse

He’ll gaslight you any chance he gets.

He disappears for weeks with zero contact. There’s no word of a goodbye from him, and you have to hear from others where it is he’s actually gone, and what it is he’s doing. He seemingly drops off the face of the Earth and ghosts you for the whole time he’s away. The worst part is, he’s active on his socials and reads your messages — he just doesn’t care enough to reply.

He thinks it’s funny when you get emotional. in the middle of a one-sided argument where you’re desperately trying to get through to him, to explain what he did and how it made you feel, he’s too busy smirking at the way your face is red with emotion to pay any attention to whatever it is you’re saying. He doesn’t care, and the more he laughs at you, the more upset you get. That’s the point. He thinks it funny when you’re hysterical.

He has major dacryphilia. loves it when you cry -- even more so if he’s the one who caused it. seeing the way you try to conceal your sadness over his nasty comments and sly digs has him hard in his pants.

He never says thank you. for anything. 

He never apologizes.

If he does apologize, it’s those GARBAGE apologies like; “I’m sorry that you think I hurt you.” “I’m sorry you felt offended.” “You know I'd never intentionally hurt you.” 

Whenever you tell him you love him, he simply replies; “me, too.”

When he has “work dinners” or “work get-togethers” where you’re not invited, he’ll explain it’s just for the employees of Jujutsu Tech. Later, on his insta story, he’s at a club in the VIP section with Geto and a bunch of girls you don’t recognize.

Master manipulator. When you confront him about his shitty behavior, it’s “I’m always the bad guy, huh?” and “wow, I guess I'm the worst boyfriend ever, right?” He'd definitely throw in “you’re just crazy - everyone else thinks so, too.” 

Thinks cheating is only cheating if it’s full penetrative sex. blowjobs and hand jobs “don’t count”

When you pack your shit and leave, it’s “baby, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll change. You’re the only one for me, you’re the only one I’d ever love. I can’t do this without you. I need you.” on his knees, begging type behavior. massive empty promises. if you get back with him, he’ll be back to his regular antics in 5 minutes.

You’d come second. To everything. Shoko invited him out to a bar with Nanami? He’s there. Oh, you had plans for a quiet night in? “Sorry that I forget things sometimes, I can’t remember everything we plan -- plus you said you’d probably fall asleep during the movie anyway and leave me to watch it by myself, so that’s just selfish if you think about it.”

If you get into a fight where he feels he’s losing because you’re making clearly valid points, he’ll bring up his past to make you feel bad. 

Definitely compares you to his exes.

Just don’t date him, okay? Leave toxic gojo to the streets where he belongs.

[tenebrius-excellium]

I’m rewatching Puss in Boots The Last Wish scenes on Youtube because I’ve only seen the movie once and I think I haven’t really “got” what it’s actually about yet.

It’s complex.

Puss has lived at least one meaningful life with his friends, yet Death treats them all like they were a waste. Like, even if the majority of them were partied away... even in the first “lives flashing before your eyes?” moment there were memories of love, of adventure, of selflessness. Puss WAS a hero. Else there wouldn’t be a first movie about reconciling with his childhood friend and saving San Ricardo. I don’t regard Shrek!Puss the same character as the og Puss, but there was still enough heroic stuff happening to his arc to call it meaningful.

For some reason, it wasn’t enough for Death. 

Death has the audacity to judge Puss for his lives. Bro, who made YOU Chief? As Death, ain’t the deeds of the living none of your business? Death is messing with something that is not his domain. NOT his department. NOT his job. Not in his authority. He scares Puss into fear SO THAT HE CAN CLAIM HIS LIFE. There’s the part where he openly admits that he’s a cheater. It’s true that Puss has been playing with Death, but it’s Death who actively seeks out Puss, not the other way round. Puss leaves Death to chance, Death goes looking for Puss. He tries to scare and manipulate Puss into giving him what is not Death’s. So Death is a liar, and a thief, and a cheat, ...almost like it’s described in the Bible. It would have to be Life who gets to judge Puss’ lives, and Life... if you could possibly call Perrito that same physical manifestation... does not judge. It comforts. It teaches. It shows Puss new sides to itself.

But there is one thing that Puss had, and that was seemingly unlimited opportunities to do more. Death came and told Puss: You wasted your chances - the impossibly many ones you were given for free. Now if you want this life, this time you’ll have to fight for it.

Hard.

Perrito doesn’t fight. Perrito is. 

Death contantly tells Puss to DO something, to defend himself, to stop running, to pick up his sword. He’s pressuring him into anxiety based on his deeds which are not enough. Perrito is simply a being, a deformed little dog. He smells flowers. Perrito is enough.

There is a difference between earning your life and being in it. Living it. 

In a way, Puss earns back his life because he stops trying. 

He’s like, come Death, so be it. Que sera sera.

But he stops Death from taking what is not rightfully Death’s. The lies, the cheating. The coming early and the constantly accusing, menacing voice. And in doing so, Puss gains more quality and value to his one remaining existence than he could ever have dreamed of. He lives consciously now, with a purpose of love and enjoyment and protecting the ones he loves. Death was a threat. He had no actual power, but he tried to make Puss think that he had, and THAT was his power. Puss defied him by focussing on what Perrito taught him. 

That’s all those were my two cents.

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | The Black Room (Kenner & Vane, 1982)

This review contains spoilers.

Normally a muddy VHS rip is not the ideal way to watch a movie, but in the case of The Black Room, it does bear some advantages. While I'm certain that a nice restoration would bring out the richness of the colours, the crappy transfer I watched made the colour of the titular room almost impenetrable, so that the darkness envelopes the screen. The candles decorating the room register as abstract points of light, like a frame from one of those Marie Menken shorts I watched recently, and the glowing table seems impossibly bright, the inverse of the Monolith scenes from 2001. How much black could this room be? The answer is none. None more black.

I first learned about this movie from reading Stephen Thrower's Nightmare USA, an endless source of great recommendations. Thrower likens it to a vampire movie, which is a fair comparison, as the villains "feed" on the adulterous hero and drain the blood of his partners. (The movie is not especially graphic by the standards of early '80s horror movies, but the blood transfusion scenes do get something of a jolt, perhaps because of how deliberately they conduct the operation.) But to me it played like a dark mirror image of those family-centric haunted house movies, like Poltergeist and The Amityville Horror. The room itself carries an aura both inviting and threatening, mixing an erotic charge with a sense of imminent danger. The danger posed by the villains is not just in the literal sense, but in the way they threaten the protagonists' marriage. The room provided by the villains proves conducive to the husband's infidelity, and then when the wife finds out, her desire for kinkier, more exciting sex makes it easier for the villains to convince her to bring lovers (read: prospective victims) to them. These movies tend to have a certain conservative streak, and here is manifests in skepticism of the sexual revolution and the benefits of free love, with one pretty pointed scene showing the husband lashing out in jealousy after he learns of his wife's infidelity, despite him having cheated first and more frequently. (If you ask me, the guy's a putz.) And the climax, where the heroes scramble to get away from the villains' house, only for the husband to go back in to save the babysitter, overly deploys a trope from those haunted house movies.

There is a certain elegance in how these character relationships are depicted. The sex life of the husband and wife is paralleled by an incestuous charge in the relationship between the villainous brother and sister. And the movie offers a few particularly juicy ironic moments. One early on where the husband and wife walk along the beach in a parody of a romantic scene, bonding over their improving sex life, the wife unaware that she's being cheated on, the husband unaware he's being manipulated into bringing victims to the villains. And one late in the movie, where the brother shows off his carpentry chops to assemble coffins for his victims while the sister plays with the protagonists' kids, a parody of a happy family. I do think the central performances go a long way in selling this material as well, particularly the sexual menace of the villains. Astute viewers (or people who read the credits) will recognize the actress playing the sister as Cassandra Gava, who played the sexy evil witch in Conan the Barbarian and brings some of that same mix of sexy and evil to her role here as well. Astute viewers (or people who read the credits) will also recognize Linnea Quigley as the babysitter and Christopher McDonald as the boyfriend of one of the husband's lovers, although the mix of sexy (some) and evil (none) they bring to their roles here is nowhere near as potent.

They movie is directed with admirably lowkey style, from the way it lingers in the darkness of the titular room, the sense of the void amplified by the thudding synth soundtrack, and the bursts of steadicam as we encircle the villains' house during tenser moments. The closing scenes ramp up the excitement, but for the most part it lingers in this perverse atmosphere, emanating a sense of an evil that corrupts. There is a certain goofiness in how the movie wraps up (Thrower's comparison feels more apt here), but a certain form shattering quality as well. If something this evil has been unleashed into the world, it can't be rid of this easily. A shot of blood splashing on the wife's face as she stabs the sister lingers in the subconscious. The heroes have been irreversibly corrupted.

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just realized i never made a character ranking for the atlas six wow these mfs got on my nervessss

Worst to best atlas 6

atlas: yeah wants to destroy earthcand be a God in his own world but he was one of tbe only characters i could tolerate throughout most of the book

Parisa: yall r gonna hate me for this one ahhhhh she didnt even do anything as bad as callum (or libby or ezra) i just didnt like her apskdjdjf reinas unexplained hate for parisa was a mood tbh i cant with her either i cant lie. Hope she figures out wtf is up with dalton tho.

Callum: actually a menace too with the shits to be fucked with cant be trusted homicadal tendencies sociopathic empath callum

Libby: she genuinelyannoyed me esp by the end of the book i almost feelcbad for saying that but i dont. Heer character arc may be one of the the worst? Like she literally got worse? You realized comparing yourself to others made u insecure so you cheated on your boyfriend in a threesome and NOW u think yoUvE ChAnGeD. U R THE PROBLE. JUST STOP PICKING FIGHTS WITH PPL THAT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOU. I wld put callum above her but theres no denying hes a literal occupational hazard in every sense of the word.

Ezra:partly putting him above libby out of spite even tho i know he lied to libby the entire relationship but he was actually trying to be a good boyfriend. All he wanted to do was to destroy the alexandrian cult he was in but noooo, atlas went fucking bezerk

Tristain: see i found myself rooting for him for most of the book but he was also too easily manipulated, especially for a proffessional skeptic like himself

dalton: hes so easily manipulated tbh it made him kinda annoying but he w a s trying. At least? Ugh

reina: she just didnt want to be involved. I can respect it but shes also a bit of a coward. Like she was not only so deathly disinterested in the lives of the other students but she wasnt all that interesting herself. This may be attributed to the fact we dont know anything about her past. I know more about ezras upbringing than reina. I didnt mind her but bot rlly a favorite

gideon: while i dont think he was truly in the book enough he was a good friend and there wasnt enough of that in this book tbh

Nico: what of i told you nico was the least irritating? Like fr. What if i told you his overconfidence and naivety were childsplay compared to the reso of these dumbasses. He never once let his ego convince him to put himself before others or purposefully try and hurt someone for his own gain. He actually has a good head on his shoulders considering. Yes his friendship with gideon is solid too.

[kazuwhora]

hi! hope you’re having a wonderful day! maybe i please request a sfw tokyo rev matchup? <3

personality info: my name is winter. a raging bisexual. i’m a female INTJ 5w6. i’m also taurus sun, libra rising and capricorn moon. i’m not exactly a very open person to strangers but if i know you and trust you i tend to be more talkative, sarcastic and hyper. i tend to say a lot of dark jokes because why not?- i’m unfortunately super clumsy. if i don’t know someone very well i tend to come of as cold and rude. for me, one of my biggest goal in life is to see all the people i love and care for are happy. my love language is definitely gift giving. because i’m not very good at communicating (saying i love you and those stuff 🗿) and handling and identifying emotions, i tend to give gifts.

appearance: i’m a slim 5’3” female. i have short black hair (wolf cut), which i tend to dye a lot (rip my hair💀). i have naturally long eyelashes and a beauty spot right underneath my left eye. i also have a beauty spot on my upper lip and back of my neck. i have small hands (which people call baby hands 🥲) which are somehow always warm lmao.

hobbies, likes, etc: my hobbies include drawing and painting, dancing, playing video games and programming. i love listening to music (mainly k-pop and rock) and watching anime, also reading manga. i enjoy horror and thriller movies. animals have a special place in my heart. and ofc i love sleeping 😩

partner?: tbh I would want someone who is honest, loyal and overall funny (how original 😐). they would need to know and understand when i need time to be alone and when i need to be comforted. also they need to be the talkative one cause i ain’t opening my mouth 👁👄👁

i hope that is enough lmfao. also i love your writing, keep it up <3

tysm for your kind words and thank you for sending a request! I appreciate your support so much <3 also hi taurus twin!

I'm matching you up with ran!

ok so stay with me on this one ok? I know that fanon ran has this massive stigma about being a playboy, noncommittal, cheater, etc etc. but I was given this platform to tell everyone that UR ALL WRONG. ran haitani is a massive himbo, that's all. he's an airhead. and he's cute. and he knows it. as much as people will argue, ran at his roots is not one to jump from person to person. the only proof of this we need to look at his his independence and dedication to running things with his brother and his brother only. sure, it's his brother, but someone with a natural inclination to explore options and bounce from person to person without any loyalty would not run shit this way. so, I'm here to tell you that ran is loyal af. the only problem is like I said, he's a himbo. he might not catch on to things that might bother you right away so you'll have to make sure to establish clear and easy to understand/interpret boundaries right off the bat. if this happens? you're golden, ran is yours and only yours baby.

as an airheaded himbo, ran will laugh at anything you say that he's pretty sure was a joke. he might get used to your dark humour a little too much so if he laughs at something serious you said that wasn't a joke pls don't get mad at him.

ran is pretty universal with love language I think. he's not really a man of complex words so to speak, and he's not quite as eloquently spoken as his brother, but he has no problem conveying himself with words and has no problem showering you with praise and validation. part of him knows this is something you might need, even if he's not consciously aware of that. the nice thing about dating himbo ran, is that you don't have to worry about your own words with him. he knows you love him, and he doesn't need or demand anything else. he's happy with quality time or acts of service, but gift giving might make him blush. point it out and watch him blush even more.

ran himself doesn't have that many interests besides hitting people in the head with bricks or metal rods. but out of all your interests, he doesn't mind sitting down and watching horror movies and thrillers with you. he will talk through it all though so don't hesitate to tell him to stfu. he'll listen.

when it comes to being comforting, ran is honestly kind of hard to understand here. like, he's comforting in such an odd way?? he'll give the BEST hugs but he doesn't have much to say when you vent. idk if it's because the words are just going out the other ear, or if he just genuinely doesn't have a response that he thinks is worthy. either way, he makes up for his lack of words here with hugs and acts of service. instead of trying to help you find solutions to a problem you had just vented about, he'll order a fuck ton of food from your favourite restaurant and have it delivered so you can hang out and forget about it for a minute. he's so cute. please treasure him and tell him he's worthy <3

[dilftesbiggestfan]

“Dante cheated1!1” so did Nana, multiple times too if the mini games are semi-canon or canon.

No I don’t understand how you can hate on Dante for “cheating”, which he did not (I’ll get to that in a Damn minute) then turn around and praise even worse characters like the embodiment of a racist stereotype or a ped0ph1le, and the list goes on.. people are allowed to rewrite and by no means am I targeting anybody or any rewrites, I’m strictly talking about the canon mystreet universe.

Now onto Dante not being a cheater, first off he never was official with Nicole, he never consented to be in a relationship with her, they were only seeing each other, not dating, second off, Dante literally called Nicole to tell her to her face that he didn’t want to keep seeing her and that he wanted this romantic affair to end, since he fell out of love, repeated it twice as well, she didn’t comprehend or understand the fact that he wanted it to end. Nicole gaslit him into saying I love you by making him feel bad about it, cornering him into a “relationship”, even if it wasn’t done intentionally by her part, it still happened, the damage was there.

Onto love love paradise when Dante was seeing Jenna (again seeing not dating cause he never was official with her either) Nicole threatened to “chase him down and hurt him later” menacing to harm him, She ruined his and Jenna’s relationship for no reason, Besides I think the fact that Dante clearly was shaken by Nicole and her baleful behavior tells me that their “affair” was toxic, Nicole was treating him poorly.

In conclusion she threatened to hurt him, ruined his chance of a potential healthy relationship, made his friends turn against him for nothing, gaslit him and emotionally manipulated him.. and you guys still hate on Dante for being a “cheater”, explain why.

Yet he still took her on a cruise FOR A WEEK!! He chose to forgive her and move on. Me personally.. if that happened to me and after all of that I’d never speak with that person again??

The same people hate on Dante then turn around and stan Nana, Aaron, Aphmau, Katelyn, Travis, Gene, etc.. the double standards are crazzyyy

[the-paper-narrator]

Welcome to my silly little rp blog! I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing, so please bear with me. I’ll probably be doing pretty short responses, at least for now. The overall flavor will be pretty humorous, just due to the nature of the character. Speaking of…

Meet Tiny!

Just a little dude

Is made of paper, and thus 2D

Was created by the main Narrator to be a stand-in when he wanted a break

Can materialize on any piece of paper or through any printer

Paperkinesis: can manipulate regular pieces of paper, often uses this to make makeshift arms, because holding 3D objects while being 2D is pretty hard.

Can also interact with drawings as if they were actual objects. He can finally eat cake!

Likes making friends- it’s kinda his job

Is trying his best

Need a break, or just a friend? Tiny’s got your back!

Oh, what’s this? Another character? Heck yeah! Meet Ystafell (Fell for short), the narrator that created Tiny.

The main narrator of their game

Values creativity, and likes to make art all over the office

Two modes: Tender mom and sarcastic menace

Is very insecure about their appearance to others and used Tiny as a buffer so people don’t freak out.

Is normally incredibly large, and resides on the outside of the office, but can shrink down to fit inside

Their head mimics rooms of the office, or can contain rooms of their own creation

The weird purple arm is what actually manipulates parts of the office and story

Has been running the game for a very long time, has done multiple full runs with different players

Non-binary swag because why not

As if this blog wasn’t messy enough, here’s another character! Employee 17, Eugene!

Very loosely based on Eugene from Card Sharks (great game, would recommend). Eugene but a little (okay, a lot) to the left

Mute, like Stanley, but communicates with cards, and those eyes are surprisingly expressive

Was a normal employee until Fell decided to delete his area of the office, without realizing he was still around. Thus, he got tangled in the code of the game, coming out the mess he is now, but with new powers

From his corrupted arm he can produce special cards, which along with helping with communication, can be used to activate cheat codes, to do things like summon objects, teleport, warp the surroundings, pretty much anything. But, each time he casts one, it makes his form a little more unstable, affecting the outcome of the next card until he has time to cool down. Although, this can lead to some useful effects…

Currently wanders the halls of the office doing whatever he wants, being able to break through the boundaries of the game Fell put in place. Likes to mess with Stanley/the player whenever he sees them, and torments Fell without fear of being caught. Surprisingly nice to Tiny though