#hoarding this for selfish reasons but also!!!!

[ellouchi]

Yet again I see people mischaracterizing Jimmy as some jerk who lashes out on people for no reason and berates them for anything minor like where did you get this from did you actually read any dialogues in the game????????

Jimmy really only threw one shade at Daisuke, he didn't think he was spoilt rich kid he just said he was covered by his parents because he had support system unlike all of them grown up adults. Most of times Jimmy just awkwardly slid off silly things Daisuke said, like the ladies comment or when they were mixing the drink. Daisuke actually trusted and listened to Jimmy throughout the game (to his own detriment unfortunately). Jimmy sent him to the vent because he was the captain and he wasn't going to do the dirty job obviously and if the Swansea somehow woke up Jimmy could shift the blame like he had already got away with. Even when eventually things went to shits we don't see him blaming Daisuke because Jimmy recognised that it was his decision to send him there. Jimmy didn't want to fatally injure him, he tried to "fix it later" which didn't help at all and Jimmy felt guilty about it.

Jimmy treated Anya dog shit half the time it's true but not to the extent some people make it to be. He loves control, he has said so to Curly's face, to ours and that's why he made sure to put her down and belittle her. That's why he (potentially repeatedly) sexually assaulted Anya — because rape is form of power play, he didn't even want her sexually. Initially, Jimmy didn't hate Anya, he just didn't like her and the feeling was mutual. He continued to do bare minimum for her, like when checking up on the crew. If I had to guess how Jim viewed her by the end, then he most likely found her inferior, incompetent, always putting work on his shoulders (or responsibilities he didn't want (pregnancy)), together with being paranoid of her having the potential to ruin his life. That's why he got so pissed off when he saw her crying to Swansea, very likely having already told another person of what he has done. (I'm 100% sure he holds the grudge for telling Curly, who then rushed to "fix things", making Curly seem like a responsible captain which Jim hated.)

Jimmy never made any attempts at understanding or sympathising with Swansea. He knew him longer than Daisuke yet the latter understood him better. Jimmy probably thought that Swansea was an old grumpy man who hated everyone and everything. As the game went on Jimmy just considered Swansea to be nothing but a selfish drunkard (due to immediately assuming he was hoarding cryopod to himself). After the vent incident who Jim blames for the absence of medicine? If Swansea wasn't so stubborn (for like, few times) Jimmy wouldn't have need to spend prescious recourses on him. He could have saved Daisuke instead and fix his fuck up but Swansea ruined it twice. Swan doing arguably the right thing by putting out Daisuke out of his misery only solidified his role as a villain and a threat in Jimmy's eyes, that's why probably as a revenge (for not giving him enough time to think) he went for the gun instead of cryopod like Swansea allowed him to.

And finally Curly. Honestly this deserves a separate book on it's own at this point. It's almost 3 a.m. here so I'll only mention some stuff. Jim aggressively lashes out twice on-screen, first time because he literally lost his dream job, listened to Curly "bitching about having said dream job" and couldn't come face to the fact that Curly was "abandoning him while also looking unscratched from the fall of the ladder" while Jimmy will return to his struggle of life (he didn't even know about the pregnancy yet...). Second time was when Anya endangered Jim's new status as a captain and like I mentioned reminded him that she could fuck up his life even more. Feeling like he was losing control, Jimmy beat up poor Curly who was stripped out of said control by non other than Jimmy. Finally, he was violent off screen by destroying Polle, out of frustration, irritation from the thing, and/or hatred and resentment for the company (que "Pony express is dead" line). In one instance he says "He's mocking us" which confirms that it's about Jimmy's ego.

In conclusion STOP MAKING MY SHITTY CHARACTER SHITTY IN THE WRONG WAYS. This isn't even a full blown analysis of Jimmy's character but accumulation of posts I read and conclusions I came with.

Focus on his already preexisting shitty qualities stop making up new ones ffs signing out.

[clitorphosis]

PINK CELLPHONE

Incel Leon S. Kennedy x OnlyFans reader | 18+ MDNI. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, INCEST, smut, female reader, reader is a little bit mean, creampie, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, teasing, Leon is submissive, nipple play, tits sucking.

notes: uhm, i didnt proofread this so... i want to remind you that english isnt my first language :3 also i imagined re2 og Leon, but whatever! also reblogs and any kind of feedback is really appreciated

tags: @withonly-sweetheart

There was something fundamentally wrong with Leon in female’s gaze.

Maybe he is unlucky or those girls are blind. Really hoping it is the latter, cause it is not flattering when guys with migrated hairline can get cute girls, while he can’t. And 4chan doesn’t help either, those advices aren’t useful when he can’t even talk to a real girl.

Yes, they are blind. He is going to set on that.

So after many years of solitude, his only company has become the blue gleam which most night was the only source of light in the room, while air was full with low noises coming from the old, poor laptop. Trying to survive after years of not being turned off correctly. Multiple tabs on his laptop’s screen, he doesn’t bother to close them anymore, hoarding them like some kind of treasure - Leon doesn’t give a shit anymore.

This century is perfect for a man like Leon, internet may be the second Library of Alexandria. A real paradise, so much colorful and vibrant sites with cute girls showing their bodies if he pays for that content.

Thank god Onlyfans exists. And he is a nice guy, supporting cute and sexy girls.

Paying for limited content can be considered as supporting women, right? Even if he was motivated due to his selfish reasons - to get attention and limited content. Something special for him. It was embarrassing how long he could browse a fair share of accounts and get or even interact with some girls without being rejected and they would not know him. There are a lot of them, all cute and nice, and they acted even better when he tipped them, so they would interact more with him, calling him a ‘pretty boy’. At least it made him feel special for a while. Still, not his fault that their, too perfect, videos or photos led him to lose his interest - their content felt lifeless, without passion or love put in it. Boring. It has become a routine already, finding an account - jerking off until he loses his interest and the cycle returns to browsing the site for someone new to obsess over.

Your account was like a treasure when he found it. Leon got attracted to it like a magnet, comparable to find a needle in the haystack. Sweet thing, really sweet, if he was ever to interact with you he wouldn’t be able to hide his grimace. But that was attracting, he doesn’t know how much money he has spent on your content. Your face was always hidden or cut out by the position of your camera, but there was no need to see your face when people paid to jerk off.

It was nice while it lasted.

Pink cellphone. The little pink cellphone he got his sister, after she nagged him about wanting it, that ended up left alone and not used. You have this pink cellphone, the furniture and a lot of things were identical to his little sister’s room; posters of her favorite bands or that specific blanket she had all her life, but this was quickly brushed off at first, almost all girls like cute stuff and this could be a coincidence. Also that not the first thing a guy notices when he is ready to jerk off. Leon isn’t sure why after seeing that pink cellphone it clicked so quickly, the guilt and shame fill him to the brim, coiling around his neck like a loose invisible tie knot.

This is wrong, wrong like touching his sister’s breast. Your breast. Instead, he was jerking off to your boobs for months. Imagining how they would fill his palms nicely.

The room is the same as before, but now it hits different to be here after discovering what you have been doing here all this time. It has the same smell as always, sweet and too much like you, tightening the invisible knot around his neck. He wants to throw himself out of the window, this is sick and he doesn’t understand why his legs brought him here after work, still wearing his uniform. There are plenty of almost empty and few full bottles of perfume he had bought you during one of shopping trips, while you were nagging him and begging for them. He eyes such little and useless items that in any other situations he wouldn’t notice, avoiding to look at you. His efforts were useless, he is a weak man after all and there is nothing to do other than to stare at your frame; sitting on the bed, confused at his behavior and expecting something - a reason to explain why he is acting like that, staring at you, almost fucking you with his eyes. He doesn’t need Freud to tell him that he wants to fuck his own sister. Were you preparing to do new content for your followers? The thought made his pants tighter, wanting to pull at the fabric to ease it but this would only bring your attention, wouldn’t it? Maybe he wants it.

“You look like shit.”

“Excuse me?” Did he hear that right?

“You look like shit, Leon” you repeat before raising an eyebrow “stop staring, you are going to dig holes into my face. What do you want?”

What a bitch, he would say, but,

“Uhm…” is the only sound he was able to let out, getting closer to your bed and sitting down on the edge. You scoot closer to him as you always do. A sweet habit he always liked, sometimes you even hug him. “Not lady-like, sweetheart. I wanted to talk”

You roll your eyes. “About what?”

“A friend of mine, he sent me a link of a girl, doing porn” his lies flow so fast and easily from his mouth, trying to shift this to someone non existent. “Her face isn’t visible but… her room and she had a pink cellphone, identical to yours… so I was wondering—“

“Maybe you are imagining things. Many girls have similar room to mine” you cut him, your hand lays on his shoulder. Perhaps this is hell, hell would feel like you mock him by pretending that account isn’t you, like those moans he heard weren’t yours while a guy or a dildo was pleasing you, making Leon envious and sour - why not him? The corners of your lips tug up, something good got into your head. “So you are paying for that stuff, huh? Jerking off to a girl similar to your little sister, you are so weird”

“Huh? No, I am not” Yes, he is, that’s actually his favorite hobby.

“Cut the crap, Leon. There is no friend. You probably imagined me, yeah?” He did, he won’t deny this - it would be a lie leading to another rejection, this time by his sister - and he is man, a desperate one. Also poker has never been his strong point nor he can lie well with his hard on. “Nasty, nasty boy”

His blue eyes linger on your mouth as you spoke, watching your tongue rolled sensually and slowly. Your tongue clicks, before applying more pressure on his shoulder with your hand, pushing him down. He is like a rag doll under your touch - his back hits the softness of your bed and now all he can see is your face looking down at Leon before finally sliding on his lap. Your legs straddle his hips, so nicely pressing down on his crotch and making this much harder than it should be. His cock is already painfully hard, straining against the warmth of your pussy which can be felt through thin fabric of your shorts. God bless them. He bucks up his hips, as his hands reach to hold your hips and press them harder against his aching cock while he tries to dryhump you needy - too bad that’s not on your list, slapping away his hands like it is a disturbance which makes him frown.

“Ah-ah, big bro. Don’t touch me” you purr as your head dips lower to press hot heated kiss on the skin of his neck, leaving soft bites and wet trail behind whilst your tongue traces around those bites, like a soothing touch before it starts going up down and up in torturous motions. Until you stop on his Adam’s apple to bite it softly to leave a red spot, your hands dive under his shirt, pushing it up to expose his stomach and making it easier to reach his chest - fingertips brush against his nipples, before rolling and pinch them to force more moans from him. A grown man getting already painfully hot and bothered over little touches and kisses there and then, this causes you to chuckle under your breath - don’t want to hear him complain how you hurt his ego. Man’s ego is more fragile than soap bubbles or the glass, one poke and he would not shut up and fuck your brain instead of your pussy. That won’t do. Your eyes dart up to look into his face - to see that sweet and needy expression, begging more than just teasing caresses from you. Your hips sit so well against his, sometimes creating some friction when one of you move and it feels like he is going to die if his dick won’t be buried in your pussy any time soon.

“I don’t like dirty hands on me” you add eventually with the same purring voice. What can be better than a man being submissive and shattering over nothing?

“Can you just… oh shit!” his sentence gets cut abruptly, when your lips reach to his earlobe, nibbling playfully and it would be really humiliating if he cum here cause of how his ears are sensible. Deep inhale, before speaking again, trying to keep himself at check and not to be so meek while you keep rolling his sensitive nipples in between your fingers. His next words are breathless and voice is shaky, almost at the edge to sound pathetically. Not really manly, but still your clit throbs, only now noticing how your panties are soaked now, uncomfortably clinging to your pussy lips. “…fuck me?”

You stop your assault over the skin of his neck to look down at him better, your hips press against his hard dick forcing a breathless whimper to escape. This little plea, he begs. Your clit throbs again, so uncomfortably wet, you want to dryhump him until he cum in his jeans like a virgin. Instead, he is one. If he was any other men you wouldn’t consider this good enough to comply but the sight in front of you is too much to ignore.

“Fuck.. you?” You echo his words, feigning a confusion, your eyes widen to emphasize the act. A cheap one, cause your hand already tugged down your shorts, leaving you in panties, he has seen them so many time on those videos and photos, his hips buck to press himself to your, still, clothed pussy. His attempt isn’t really successful, your hand unzips his jeans to free his cock. And finally to look at it. “you are so weird… I dunno, to ask that from me, don’t you have any shame in this body of yours, huh?”

“I don’t give a shit, just fuck me” he groans, looking down as you palm his cock, it twitches in your hand, already leaking with pre-cum and you can even notice a little stain on his boxers.

A light urge to roll your eyes arises deep down when you looked down, but it was quickly put down. Rather disappointing as a size, if someone would have asked you, but not everyone can have porno dick or customized one. You can still fuck with that. Leon swallows hard, taking a deep breath in again as he looked at you briefly - your tits are more interesting right now. He hopes you let him to suck on them. His fingers twitch, wanting to reach for your panties and tug to the side, to fuck you, but he is a gentleman. A nice guy.

Your hand pumps his dick, smearing his pre-cum along the flesh before tugging your panties to the side, your glistening pussy is fully exposed to his gaze and Leon almost choked on his saliva when you pressed your slick cunt on his cock. It is a torturous game, feeling you rub slowly along his aching length leading to drip more of pre-cum. You are so wet and warm, your slick coats his dick with every stroke of your pussy against it. This makes his eyes widen briefly at the sensation, he isn’t sure if he would be able to last long inside you. If it ever gets to that, of course.

“Please..?” Leon groans, bucking his hips to get more and press himself tighter for more friction than it is even possible right now. His sounds only encourage you to mess with him.

“What? I don’t understand” you taunt him with a light pout, another long and slow stroke, his cock’s tip was so close to slide into you. “Use your big-big words, Leon”

Your pussy kept grinding, enjoying the way his cock head bumps against your clit and making you wetter, forcing some noises from you too. Your fingers tug on his lower lip playfully - just to tease and annoy him. But he doesn’t let you withdraw your hand by grabbing hold of it. His lips catch your finger, sucking and nipping on it.

“Use me… please” like one of yours sex toys, Leon wanted to add, but, alas his dignity was still in tact, holding barely together by the tiniest thread. And as much as you want him to cum without even a penetration, to embarrass him, your own selfish urge to fuck him is much stronger.

“What a pretty face you have, right, big bro?” Also it is hard to ignore such sight in front of you, with blushed cheeks, his chest raises heavily as he let out breathless groans. “Pretty and pathetic, you would be a perfect sex doll”

Your wet slit kept rubbing, but this time savoring with the last stroke, before finally hovering over his cock - feeling his leaky tip nudging against your slick hole, begging to sink down, before his cock finally slides into you. He watched how your pussy swallowed his cock slowly inch by inch, before Leon thrusts up to meet your downward movement, forcing yours to slam against his, quickly burying himself as deep as he can right now. You moan at the rough motion, now ignoring how his hands reach to grip tightly your waist, not really caring anymore and now nothing stops him by touching you. Your slick inner walls wrap around his cock nicely, tightly clenching and he doesn’t think twice before bucking his hips again as yours started to roll against his - driving him deeper into your soaked hole. His dick hits the g-spot so sweetly, making you gasp and moan with him. His teeth catch the fabric of your shirt, trying to tug it down and expose your boobs to him - and you are nice enough to help him by pulling it aside, a clear permission to bury his face in between them. Sloppily kissing and biting on the flesh of your tits, while you are bouncing on his dick. His lips repeat your name as a prayer, catching a hard nipple into his mouth, his tongue brushes and rolls against the sensitive nub - sucking at it, nibbling messily and leaving wet marks before darting to give attention to another nipple, causing your pussy to flutter around his dick more, tightly engulfing deeper into the slick walls as the wet sounds mix with the skin slapping ones every time your hips meet after every deep and quick stroke that his cock drag against your walls.

“I-I want to fill you with my cum, please”his voice is breathless at the edge of whine even though he tries his best to not appear so desperate, but the plea behind his words is clear. His grip gets tighter, his fingers knead your ass as he grinds his dick against your cervix to intensify the pleasure for himself while his pelvis rubs against your clit as a nice touch. He really hopes you wouldn’t try to be a bitch and let him cum, if not then he is probably going to cry. “Please, please, let me cum… I need this, sis”

“You sound so fucking ridiculous” your voice is breathless too, but seeing him so needy and desperate for his release making this even better. Your hand tugs his hair, pulling away from your tits to look at his face even better - his lips are glistening with his own saliva and parted. Your clit throbs even more, aching for attention, velvety walls clench around him when you reach down to press your fingers on your clit, rubbing rough circles. “Come on, fill your little sister if you need this so much”

He whimpers disappointedly when he was pulled away from your sensitive and abused tits, but it was quickly changed into a moan when your pussy to wrap him tighter after adding your fingers in action. Your hips roll harder to meet his thrusts and wanting to see more of his stupid faces. Leon grinds up against sweet spot at every opportunity and every time it gets messier and messier as his balls tightens. His eyes slide shut briefly, now wetly meeting yours and looking more pathetic. What a freak, not like you are better than him.

Your orgasm approaches quickly as you kept rubbing your clit in rough circle motions, making your walls wrap harder around his cock. You arch as the flowing pleasure hits your body hard, having harder time to use your fingers to prolong your orgasm. Your pussy flutters at every erratic and messy thrust he kept making as he chase his own orgasm. It didn’t last long for him either, already a wonder he didn’t cum after sliding into you.

“Fuck- fuck” he slammed in to the hilt one final time, burying it deep and rubbing against your cervix before finally erupting deep inside you. Thick ropes of cum painted your insides in white, as your dripping cunt was milking his cock. Your body fell down against his chest, breathing heavily together and shivering.

“You stink like a wet dog, get out” you complain weakly, trying to push yourself away from him but it is effortless - he buries his head in the crook of your neck, again. His soft cock is still inside you, he won’t let you go. “and unsubscribe from my OnlyFans, creep”

“Later” Leon mumbles absently.

No, he is not even going to unsubscribe. In another life.

[starrydragoness]

I WANT SOME NSFW HEADCANONS WITH HIM. HE'S SO HOT. I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SAY THAT ABOUT A DRAGON. I KEEP SAYING THAT ABOUT DOTTORE. BUT DOTTORE IN THE FORM OF A DRAGON IS SO HOT

A/n: Honestly, I never thought something I drew would cause such a reaction in someone but I'll consider it like a big goal, which honestly it is. Also - Guys is this a safe space..

Contents: Dragon! Dottore x GN reader, MDNI, 18+, monster-fucking, headcanons, grammar mistakes

-Truthfully, Dottore doesn’t often feel aroused, or when he does feel like that he doesn’t feel the need to “let it out” - he has become rather dismissive and numb to the feeling

-There are things he does love though - success of his experiments, a clean lab, you

-He is rather obsessive with it and protective, hoarding you to himself like a precious gem that you represent in his eyes.

-Dottore, human form or not, does have a taste for fear, it can get him going. And one way he can get to smell the fear from you is by using his dragon characteristics or even his full dragon form is he’s really feeling playful

-His sense of smell in human form was significantly dwindled and weakened due to him being around chemicals so much, but his dragon form does provide him with a second chance of sorts for smells. He can smell you in particular from far away

-And he can also smell the changes in you, be it your arousal or fear or joy, it’s like a palette of tastes he loves to savor

-With that being said he does love to give a bit of a chase to you before indulging in baser needs

-Dottore is definitely the one to bite you and leave his mark all over you, his hands holding you still by clawing into your skin and clothes alike while his teeth leave indents across your flushed form

-One would think you were half-way to getting mauled by something

-Loves to test your limits by transforming half way and letting you take him like that, testing just how eager you can be for him, and don’t think he’ll give it easy to you either, he can be quite mean

-Now for a little something more 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 , monsterfucker core - Dottore loves to have you ride his tongue in his dragon form. He is huge, might I remind you, and his tongue does have some small ridges that do their magic at stimulating you. You know he won’t hurt you, but this is Dottore we’re talking about, and being surrounded by his teeth while he coaxes you to take your pleasure on its own is nothing to scoff or laugh at

-It gets your heartbeat racing, and he finds a way to make you come time and time again

-He is quite feathery, so sometimes he may pluck a feather or two after he’s done with your coupling and would tease you with it as you’re still dizzy and trying to get yourself together, he’s hovering over you, human form now, and tracing your skin with the tip of the feather

-Heavy into overstimulation, and he’s more of a giver - more so for the reason already mentioned but even when he’s aroused he isn’t selfish with his desires, he doesn’t care much about his arousal

-Would indulge you if you beg him prettily as you usually know how to though, he’s not immune to those pleading eyes and pretty lips

-If he enters a rut or a stronger wave of arousal, he’d bend you over the table in his office whenever you visit, making you come on his tongue or fingers first before he takes you from behind

Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[missmarveledsblog]

It's the middle ( Joel miller x reader)

Summary: the town had their own theories to why y/n shell suddenly was opening more , only some took it as invitations and after she sets an asshole straight in the bar for his words on her and Ellie she is attacked . Some things are reveal and a darkness is coming back from the past

Warning: attempted sa , sort of heavy part not gonna lie

This is part two of its a start

They wondered how he did it , how the usually non social butterfly Joel miller got the surprisingly worse no social y/n well to talk . it wasn’t like she was new towns personality or anything but she was saying hello and actually answering people. They heard her voice albeit at first was almost a whisper but it was far from the short nods of acknowledgements which to be fair were also far and few inbetween . ellie also stop swearing keeping her word for a whole ten minutes before her mouth caught that missed out time up. But in the end they all wondered how he done it.

Something that didn’t end with the world was the gossip , each having their on theories of the matter from something bad happening she it was like a life is too short sort of thing to not so pg remarks that joel fucked her so hard she went into a factory reset those ones made him roll his eyes and scoff. She on other hand didn’t take notice of the rumours , ignored whispers about her as she walked learning to be open again was taking up more head space then grown adults acting like teenage girls. Which the little social interaction now open she notice men her age and older started talking to her some took her saying no as it was , some added weak jokes but again took her word and other well they didn’t take it so well like the very existence of her rejection was a threat to their male centred egos . she didn’t give them time of day which only made them more pissed like she was” little miss high and mighty” in their words. One in particular didn’t like it as much as the others , thought his shit didn’t stink and she was lucky to even have his attention .

Nigel Baker , he was attractive she’d give him that but it was everything else that was so ugly about him . the man was selfish , expected the best when he gave the bare minimum and serial womaniser . He bragged about how he took down a hoard of infected with just his hunting knife yet seemly everytime it was time for him to go on patrol he would have some form of injury that would make him useless for the task but for some reason or other he thought he desired everything he wanted and that included y/n .

“ he’s staring at you again , creepy fuck” ellie rolled her eyes as two sat at the bar of tipsy bison.

“ let him i ain’t bothered man like that is a child at best” she chuckled taking sip of her whiskey as ellie drank her water although she did try persuade them give her a glass of the “ hard stuff” .

“ i mean joel and tommy should be here soon , he usually stops when their around , going back to his fake ass tales” she snorted.

“ fake ass tales who would that be?” the sniffling voice asked behind them .

“ oh you know some kids and their tales , it’s cute but you can tell real one mile away” y/n barely looked at the man who was too well self absorbed to pick up the slight dig in her words.

“ ain’t it truth , they ain’t like us baby huh? Real survivors ” he took seat beside her.

“ why you talking like that aren’t you from chicago or something” ellie snorted at fake southern drawl he kept putting on .

“ ain’t you too young to be here , seems as though the miller bitches need to be taught their place, is that what you need baby , i mean fix her might make that one like men again huh? ” he shot back .

“Hey hey , so you fought off a hoard right that must of been scary when you do that” she asked batting her lashes fake smile like she wasn’t biting her tongue .

“ oh like six month ago easily” the smirk on his face one she seen in so many before him a mask of a monster, was the best way to describe it.

“ do you have it” she asked sweetly as ellie head watched in amusement , she may of not heard y/n speaking long but it was long enough to know she was playing with the man before her.

“ course ya can , see this is the one that did it” he held it up, anyone with weapons experience could tell it was a phoney ,thing wasn’t cutting anything but possibly the air. She took it from his hands and let out a loud laugh , louder than anyone possibly ever heard before including ellie.

“ this ain’t fighting anything but a hoard of butterflies never mind infected , i mean it’s good but it’s faker than your accent which could use a little work just saying” she snorted.

“ clearly don’t know anything about knives baby because look at it clearly been through it ” he scoffed although the blush on his face told a different story.

“ i know it a faux metal made probably what six months ago rust and pattern on knives ain't like that this ones got green flecks not the rust of the older ones would get , see it don’t even mark the wood so nigel my fake ass cowboy infected annihilator why the bullshit because my daddy used to make um before all this told me how to spot cheap ones from the real ones , i can see now why you don’t go on patrol wouldn’t want to break the show piece… oh and cowboy wanna be ain’t nothing needs to fixed with ellie just pissed she get more women than you do ” she laughed watching his smirk fall , that look in his eyes .

“ you’d wanna shut your mouth girl , just cause your joel millers plaything doesn’t mean i won’t put you in your place” he growled.

“ go ahead and you’ll see what a real knife is” she smiled holding it in her hand and his fake in her other . “ now leave before we have real problems” she handed it over .

“ watch yerself sweetheart old man can protect you all time” he hissed.

“ i can protect myself little man” she waved watching him storm out .

“ that was bad ass, the rust really go green ?” ellie chuckled .

“ the metal has a chemical reaction over time only thing that knife could do is spread butter on my toast i mean could take down one but even at that it would break easily” she shrugged.

“ hey there’s dina i’ll tell her to wait here til joel gets here incase he’s outside ” ellie smiled excitedly.

“ nah go ahead joel will show up he knows we’re here and bastard knows his place go on lover girl ” she smiled taking another swig .

“ ok tell him i’ll be home for curfew” she had a bashful smile while heading to the girl ones she’s expressed her interest in the last while seen as it wasn’t one side and two were close. Of course y/n wanted that , she wanted it with a man she could never have well in her mind could never have .

It was hours she sat waiting only too give up thinking maybe the meeting was in over time or joel already went home either way she was getting tired and her bed was definitely calling , a few good men offered to walk her home but she waved them off knowing it was a five minute walk back plus air was getting cooler hoping to catch the first of snowfall one tradition she always kept from her old life , the life of her family . ones who wanted her to be must of a child as she could be in a world falling apart. She stood out it was perfect sort of weather , her eyes on the sky watching waiting as she walked through the darkening streets of jackson . like on cue the first flake floated down from the sky as she smiled softly catching it on her finger tips , then another and then another. So concentrated on the connection to memories she didn’t register the figure sneaking up behind her til his hand was around her mouth and other dragging her off into the makeshift ally of the stores. Kicking and pushing trying to break the grip to no avail , being tired and drinks in her system didn’t have her as precise as before . she felt herself being slammed into the walls hitting her head against the brick but she could tell even in her daze vision she knew exactly who it was.

“ fucking bitch , what you gonna be a nasty little slut for , what is it i’m too young fer ya , like em old” nigel spat pinning her front to the cold wall . “ i’ll get you liking em you age again put manners on ya , stop you running your mouth” he laughed as she felt his hand going to her jean only for her to pull the knife out she could feel the blood heading into her eye . she felt his hand going for the button only for her knife to hit the skin cutting him making him get off of her with a hiss when she pushed him away . she ran yelling , screaming loudly as could hoping someone would hear her. She felt the arms wrapping around her making her slap and hit the person away.

“ darling stop it’s me , calm down” his voice , the man she wanted the panic setting as his scent hit her know . his voice calming that fight only for her to break in his arms it reminded him of the night she first let those walls come down . “ what happened” he asked softly.

“ nigel he tried to … tried”she said before crying again what she didn’t know was the men heard the commotion , was heading way as tommy and couple others headed to the alley .

“ take er home we’re going to pack his bags” tommy called as the men held nigel in their grips probably for his own safety from the look on joel’s face .

“ come on darling we get you home and cleaned up” joel lifted her up a her hang clung to him terrified like some how her mind made up the fact he was there and if she let go he would disappear. “ i cut him” she sniffled head buried in his neck. “ i hurt him to get away”.

“ only protecting yourself darling s’okay “ .

“ i pissed him off , provoked him joel i made everyone laugh at him i just wanted him leave me alone” she began crying again he could see it her torn clothes blood on her face the bruise on her cheek , the way she shook in his arms . it killed him , killed him to see her like this hell if she didn’t need him so much the bastard be dead before tommy and other even got the chance but she needed him and he promised her he always got him on her side.

He brought her to cleaned her up , gave her some clothes and gave her his bed for the night .

Ellie was late but moment she stepped in door she knew something was wrong, she could see he was tense more so than usual , she could see the bloody cloth and yet not scratch on him .

“ Y/N was attacked tommy and couple other taking him out of town , she’s sleep upstairs so be quiet” he said too tired mental and physically hating if wasn’t so close what the outcome would of been.

“ let me guess nigel” she asked .

“ yeah she told me about the bar man waited til she wasn’t looking , took her off guard cause prick knew she would of done worse if he confronted her straight on” he spatted hands gripping the chair knuckles bone white . “ lucky i ain’t out there now , she thought she done wrong , said she provoked him , she hurt him you believe that her heads busted open and bruised cheek and she thinks she done wrong i don’t care if she punched him in that bar a man don’t do that” he growled ready to grab his coat.

“ hey pretty girl you ok” ellie called looking to the stair snapping joel from rushing out the door.

“ i’m ok really urm i think i should get home” she smiled weakly.

“ yeah not happening in fact i’m putting you on house arrest til breakfast tomorrow” she joked hugging her tightly . “ i should of stayed” she could feel the shake in girls voice.

“ nah i already told him i’d show him real knife i got it don’t worry” she kissed her head softly probably only other person to have the affection from y/n . “ it’s no ones fault ellie he deserved what he got in the bar after what he said nothings more fragile than a monsters ego” she pulled back .

“ what he say in the bar?” joel asked.

“ bragging , said ellie needed fix , i was your plaything i mean lists goes on” she rolled her eyes yet winced at the sting in her cheek. “ i was biting my tongue and then he started with that so i well probably pushed too far but i’d do it again” she sat on sofa .

“ go get bed kid let you off this time coming home late” joel nodded his head at stair .

“ you better be here is morning , night you two” she called heading up the stairs .

“ i’ll take sofa” she looked up at him a smile on her face but he could tell it was put on , he could see it didn’t reach her eyes or did it convince anyone before he could say anything a knock was heard at door making her jump .

“ it probably tommy relax i’ll tell him come back in morning” he patted her shoulder hating how she tensed under he touch but he didn’t take it personal . he was right minute door open it was his brother only he didn’t wait for joel to speak letting himself in straight over to where y/n .

“ hey firecracker you ok” he asked going to reach out touch her face only she moved back . “ sorry sweetheart , you cracked him in the nose and his hand is fucked so good job” he smiled weakly .

“ i didn’t know i just swung and ran” she laughed dryly wishing she done worse .

“ he gone?” joel asked .

“ we had bring him to doc but guys are bringing him out now” he nodded . “ you ok though? He didn’t…hurt you?” tommy asked feeling guilty for not getting rid of the prick sooner.

“ he only got to touch my jeans before i sliced his hand” her voice cracked looking down at the sweats .

“ ok ok good he won’t bother you again i promise you that , couple of guys will double check in morning too but tonight it best you stay here ok ” .

“She is now let er rest , come back tomorrow” joel huffed holding door open .

“ yeah right sorry it’s late just needed to..” he said only to hugged her tightly. “ i’m glad your ok” he smiled pulling back heading out the door.

“ Course I am I not alone anymore I got you guys” she Called out .

“ ok ok hallmark you need rest I'll see you tomorrow And so will maria bring proper shit to cover the wound “ he chuckled calling Back .

she sat looking at her hand , she hated she let herself Get distracted it could of been so much worse and yet joel proved her right He was there when she needed him , she wasn't facing things alone .

“ come on go take my bed no one needs to take watch"he huffed sitting beside her keeping his distance but still being close.

“ I can sleep every time my eyes close I feel the wall , I can feel his breathe on my skin “ she sighed head falling back hating She felt so vulnerable It wasn't a emotion she'd felt in years and one she thought she never Feel again .

“ I can sit with you talk So you won't hear him , you hear me , hold yer hand so you can feel me whatever you need I got you I promised you that and I don't break those not to You” he said softly watching the way she relaxed to his words , how when he touched her hand she didn't tense or freak out. She held on tighter like she was afraid it was all part of her dream , joel would be gone And Nigel Would come back .

“ could You stay with me all night?” It was so low almost a whisper But even he heard her like not matter What he'd always Hear Her. He didn't say much just a nod of his head and keeping hold of her Hand bringing her up the stairs making sure to keep his promise.

The towns Men all glared as he was dragged towards the gate . Each one Of them wanted to hit the bastards Since some had women In their life some had daughters some had sister , some had experience of men Like him . Nigel knew he fucked up moment She ran and they showed up . He seen it on all their Faces like they Took it personal but the bitch needed manners , needed to be taught A lesson . He pleaded Said he'd make it up some how but was only told me like that don't changed . Bag on his back And out the gate he went .

“ I'll bring um out” mark called dragging him roughly along other probably sensing a beating coming But for a man like him , shit happened with wave of their hands stood waiting.

“ come on you” he growled as The other man gulped. Wondering if he could make some Sort of break for it.

“ just play along asshole” mark hissed. “ I'm helping you out here” those words Melt his fear away following man out dragging his steps to make it look good .

Once they were out of the hearing range mark let him go pulling a knife and gun out Handing them over. “ there's a camp couple Miles east leader is jonah , tell Him mark sent you from jackson And whatever you have on y/n and jackson , he'll set you up , don't tell um you touched er though he'll kill you on spot” mark spoke Quietly.

“ why y/n why should I believe All this?” Nigel eyes widened .

“ because jonah. Wants his wife back sent me here To do it but i needed get on their good side” he explain hastily . “ just tell him soon” he handed over gun and knife . Headed back into town as other waited . “ he’s gone , wont see that scum again” he smirked to the men and headed off to his house. Yeah he needed to get y/n back soon and now with nigel might be sooner than he thought lets hope the dipshit made it.

Part three

[dream-thief-forever-amen]

I love that the “hero” is still the absolute worst in season 2.

Let us explore the evidence.

Spoilers below:

1. Does not get on the plane to be a father to his child… his supposed motivation to earn money in the first place. Even when he has billions. In fact he’s become even more distant and unreliable, not even communicating with her any longer.

2. Promises to care for that girl’s younger brother but dumps him off on an old woman without explanation and a bag of cash. Continues to watch this old woman raise this random kid while working her old bones off in an outdoor market. Just like he watched his own mother work herself to death to care for his fully grown butt.

3. Does not use his considerable fortune to get the kid’s mom out of North Korea - just does the bare minimum with one broker.

4. Hoards his wealth to pursue his private obsession. Spends two years wasting away in his private hobby hotel and still does not have a solid plan or even good ideas about how to handle the murder island - and has not attempted to outsource this large problem to others better equipped to solve it.

5. Still has not realized the old man’s gamble at the end of season one with the homeless man only required that HE go down and help the dude or go down and get someone else to work with him to help the dude instead of just watching and hoping something would happen (This is arguably the theme of the show).

6. Gets back into the game but does not tell a single soul it’s a murder machine until AFTER they have all signed up, been photographed, and marched onto the field to be slaughtered.

7. Did not check in on or help his friend from season one, even though they were still in the same city and his friend was struggling. Now that poor sod is also in the game.

8. Doesn’t make his impassioned speech to convince others not to continue the game after round one - nope, not until over half have already voted and his own side is losing.

9. When the majority votes to continue the game, he makes no attempt to try to reason with or plead with those who voted to stay, even though they only lost by a narrow margin. The entire group stays divided and refuses to work together. Ironically it is two characters from the other, majority side who make a point to reach out to him. One of them shares his personal story of why he voted the way he did - swaying hearts and minds - which is ironically what our “hero” should have done. Except he doesn’t have a sad story of circumstances - he is the sad story.

10. Later our male lead finally thinks it’s time to perhaps attempt to sway some hearts and minds and is instantly talked out of it cause it might stir up trouble… in the murder game… the irony…

11. The completely haphazard plan to take over the facility by disarming the uniformed guards. Even though he knew they were outnumbered, there is surveillance everywhere, and he had zero plan of what to do next. Leaving the majority of his “team” to fend for themselves (and be murdered) while he secured the strongest among them to hide in wait.

HE IS THE WORST.

Is it a case of being your own worst enemy, of mental illness, of selfishness, stupidity? Is it soupical tendencies born from disappointments? Is it just in our DNA?

I don’t know. But I do think this show has gone to great lengths to show us repeatedly that the male lead is someone who doesn’t know how to care for others.

His sweet daughter loves him dearly but you could already see she was old enough to be disappointed in him. There was pity there too.

Money can’t change your bad habits or your crap personality.

This man didn’t even invest his money so that at least the interest could fund a few orphanages or homeless shelters in perpetuity. Nope, he’s got it sitting around on a mattress.

I also find it interesting how many older women are still trying to raise fully grown men in this show. The male lead’s mom. The mother of his dead friend who our male lead tosses another son onto. The mom contestant in season 2. There’s too many for it not to be commentary.

I’m glad we have shows like this though. Cause there are no easy answers. This island is just a symptom of a larger problem, one that can’t be fought alone. It will take many heads coming together to even start to unravel the mess we are in.

Anyways… looking forward to the finale. I would not be surprised if our lead male becomes a new commander of the games at the end.

[ohbo-ohno]

https://www.tumblr.com/ohbo-ohno/732933417254240257/im-feral-and-need-more-of-your-abo-thoughts

I’m such a sucker for the “guy lures you in with a false sense of security” bc the reader is like all for it and interested but the guy is so impatient and worried that he’s going to lose you that he just goes from 0 to 100 so fast for no reason

and that is 100% Soap, especially in an a/b/o au. like he’s not letting this omega (who is clearly into him and willingly goes home with him) leave!! nope. you are his now. and his pack’s, though he tries to be a bit selfish and hog you all to himself when he first gets you home.

I just imagine him opening the door and reader is just hit with a wall of pure alpha scents and clearly knows there are multiple alphas waiting inside so you rightfully panic and make a break for it but soap was just waiting for that. throws you over his shoulder with a sigh and carries you inside kicking and screaming

not poly 141 but walk with me.... alpha!soap giving you a mating bite the first time he fucks you even though he promised he would wait :( triggers a heat for you and you come up about a week later, confused and betrayed and soap is just smiling at you from inside the nest, happy as a clam.

also soap taking you home to the rest of the 141 and trying to hoard you to himself... oh im in shambles. curls himself around you and growls when gaz tries to come closer, gets himself scruffed and forced to the floor by a snarling ghost. tries his best to fight him off until price puts him back in his place with just one growl, telling him he needs to learn to share

when he first takes you home you're maybe a little tipsy, a little warm and excited to be going home with this perfect guy. but that wall of Alpha Scent as soon as he opens the door to his apartment is sobering, but you can't get your sense together quick enough to run :( it's almost laughably easy for him to scoop you up and get you locked away in the apartment, safe and sound with your new pack

[sparkling-nov]

I......really don't see how people can look at this scene and think magnifico is right, you Must not be Listening

"It's my Responsibility to grant the wishes that are good for rosas" he says after telling a 17 year old that her 100 year old grandfather is a terrorist for wanting to play music that would Inspire people to follow their dreams,

"It's my Responsibility to grant the wishes that are good for rosas" he says after singing about how Beautiful and good ALL the wishes are, Proving that he knows that their are no "bad wishes" just wishes that don't help him gain Power or Stay in power,

Magnifico Labels rosas as the place where your dreams come true, he labels Himself as someone who WILL grant your hearts desire,

But thats a lie, magnifico said so.

"People come here cause they know they can't make their own dreams come true, the Journey too Hard, it is too Unfair, they Give their wishes to me, willingly! And i make it so they forget their worries" Notice how he Didn't say "grant them"? no he said "i make it so they forget their wish" Magnifico Doesn't like granting wishes Which is why he only grants 1 wish per month cause granting wishes equals losing wishes and that means losing Power so in his eyes giving people back their ungranted wishes will make him lose power, The fact that magnifico sees Sabrino's wish as a Threat is a Big Enough Red Flag in itself!

"Good for Rosas" is Actually just "Good for Me" Because sabrino's wish IS good for rosas and thats the problem it's good for the kingdom but not good for magnifico, "good for rosas" means good for magnifico, not rosas.

"Protecting" is actually just "Hoarding" so magnifico can Stay in Power, if magnifico gives back the wishes and let people pursue their dreams themselves then he loses Control and Power over people.

"Protect" and "Good for rosas" are just words that magnifico uses to Gaslight with, they both have Selfish meanings Behind them.

There is no good reason to not give people back their wishes if magnifico is not going to grant them, there is also no good reason to not grant sabrino's wish, Magnifico Himself said that the wishes are good and paints them as "Dangerous" when he thinks the wish poses as a threat to his Power OR he just Doesn't Care about the wish at all, there is no good reason why magnifico makes people forget their wishes, the way real people Believe every lie that comes out of magnifico's mouth but also get mad and ignore everything that shows his True Character is Frustrating, Y'all really did Missed the Point here, the point is that magnifico decides and ONLY he decides if you get to live out your dreams, NO ONE should have the position or Power to decide if you get to live out your purpose in life, the point is he and nobody but him is in Control and has Power Over Everyones lives at all times, asha understood this and Thought that it's Unfair that people don't get to live their dreams like their were promised too, Like how magnifico promised them, but he Broke that promised for Power.

[shorthaltsjester]

It is such a bizarre choice to not have Vex see Percy forgive Ripley. The scene of her talking to him about forgiveness and how it is the only way to grow and how she carved it on Fenthras was such a good scene. Idk if they will still include it in another form now. Not to mention Percy says he forgave Ripley for himself, not for her.

no i doubt they will. and being honest i think this stems from choices they made in s1 with vex’s character that have just echoed down consequences because tlovm vex doesn’t really have anything she has to forgive herself for. she certainly has an ill-built sense of self, but it isn’t based in an actual flaw re: she is not responsible for her mother’s death but she was in fact a thief and frequently selfish during the campaign. but in s1, vex wasn’t really morally questionable in that way, she was just standoffish and cold and dependent on vax. for understandable reasons, she didn’t steal the broom, but she also has no history that’s disclosed to the audience of killing (even in self defense) or stealing and even her gold hoarding is like. one shot in the second episode when they’re fleeing from a dragon hoard. so then it’s hard to have vex be a character where forgiving herself is the sticking point rather than correcting her sense of self. in the campaign it was both because you couldn’t extract her greed (hunger) and self-interest from the fact that she was deeply scarred by her fathers insistence that she could never be enough.

but in the show at every chance they’ve limited vex to having low self-esteem which is fine, but does i think lessen the interest of a character like her if the basis of that low self-esteem is only her trauma and self-defence versus the more. call it self-offence that she did in the campaign. and i think that echoes into the relationship with percy. overall i’ve liked more than i’ve disliked with this version of perc’ahlia, but i do think there was a ramp up in s2 of feeling that hadn’t necessarily been shown developing (time limits time limits 😔) that much, and part of that is the lack of percy and vex reacting to each other being shitty people with hearts in their eyes. because they could both see the pain that was hiding under their shitty actions but were also just. find of the person doing the shitty actions. and ultimately i’ve kind of cut my loses with the level of like. snarky to each other while also being obviously in love and gross about it without ever admitting it to each other because they both have “How Could Someone Like That Ever Love Someone Like Me” complexes but i think im a bit more :( about the aspects of the characters that were truly just like. not good and not clean and not easily dealt with if dealt with at all that didn’t survive it into tlovm. like percy is truly not a good person (he’s not a Bad one either). like he does many many good actions, but he also is very willing to do horrible, horrible things in the name of what he vows to protect. and vex never really sheds the mask she learned to wear. there are people she allows to see through it but it stays for the entirety of c1 and some of matt’s choices suggest it’s something he echoes in portraying her in c3

anyway tldr. i agree about deeply missing the forgiveness percy and vex scene, even beyond the perc’ahlia of it all, it is one of my favourite cr scenes across all the campaigns, but unfortunately is one i’ve suspected to have been cut since tlovm’s version of saundor. i have the most naive of hopes that maybe i’ll be surprised but honestly i think i’d just be more questioning what the point of including that scene without earning it would be.

[tragicbeauty1991]

So I know I’m extremely late to the party, but I FINALLY got around to watching Wish now that it’s up on Disney+ and…I genuinely don’t understand why it got so much hate?? Sure, maybe it wasn’t on par with things like The Lion King or Frozen in terms of the lasting effect it’ll have on pop culture but it was still a good, fun film with original characters and plot and catchy songs. While I can see where some of the complaints are coming from, I feel like ultimately most of them blow the issues out of proportion. As for my personal thoughts on the film…

- The songs were good overall. Maybe not as memorable as some of my favorite ‘90s Disney jams, but topping Phil Collins and Elton John is admittedly hard to do. Ariana DeBose and Chris Pine were great, though. I honestly had no idea Chris Pine could sing so well. “At All Costs” was by far my favorite song of the entire film. I would have loved to see it as a love duet rather than singing to the wishes but regardless, it’s beautiful. “This is the Thanks I Get” got a lot of flak, but honestly, I thought it was catchy and fun—rather reminiscent of Gaston’s pub song about himself.

- Speaking of Magnifico… More backstory, please! I would love for a sequel to do what they did with Frozen and explain all the things that were not fully developed in the first film. I want to know details on what happened to Magnifico’s family… But man, oh man… Was I EVER happy to get a “real villain” again with more of a classic Disney feel—dramatic, over the top, a little unhinged…and just FUN. I think the reason so many people seem to be having a problem with him is that they don’t quite know how to categorize him, though, before his ultimate downward spiral after being possessed by the book. (I think after that point, no one would argue about him being a villain.) But before…while he’s definitely narcissistic and has a temper…he’s not straight-up evil. There’s a big difference in being a bit of a jerk and being someone who makes you legitimately fear for your life. In fact, we have several heroic characters in the Disney canon who at least start out their story in a similar vein. Prince Naveen, Peter Pan, and Emperor Kuzco, for example, are all full of themselves and entitled…but they ultimately choose to do the right thing when it comes down to people they care about. That is to say, Magnifico’s less than ideal character traits we see early on in the film shouldn’t automatically qualify him as a villain. He could frankly go either way. And then when he does “go dark” it’s ONE stupid decision on his part (going for the book) that ruins any chance he had of being like the aforementioned characters. Personally, I like the complexity…and the tragedy of what it means for Queen Amaya. Which reminds me…

- Yes, a villain power couple would have been fun. But honestly, I think I like this better. Partly because of the angst potential here. For all his faults, Amaya DOES genuinely love him, and watching him slowly lose his mind and himself to the power-hungry monster he becomes has to be absolutely heartbreaking for her. Also…maybe it’s just because I identify with Amaya here. I have been in a bad relationship where I did truly love the other person and thought they loved me…but ultimately, they seemed to love themselves more. And I made excuse after excuse for his behavior for a long time because I couldn’t see what he was doing to me…didn’t want to see it…because I loved him. People say Amaya had to have known sooner that something rotten was going on but I don’t know that she ever allowed herself to think anything other than the best of him. Amaya has a good heart…and sometimes those people see the best in others even when it isn’t there. What I really would have loved is to have Amaya and Magnifico sing a short reprise of “At All Costs” in which Amaya is asking, “Really? You’ll hoard all these wishes for your own selfish reasons even at the cost of losing your people’s love? Of losing me?” And Magnifico is just…stoically resolute. That would have hurt but it would have been so good!

- Similarly, I don’t get the complaint about Star. I wouldn’t mind seeing Star Boy like he was in the concept art and having a romance with Asha. But also…Star is ADORABLE, okay?? He may not speak but he has so much personality. Makes me think of like…Pascal in Tangled or even Tinkerbell.

- I know a lot of people complained about there being too many references to other Disney films but this just seems like a silly argument to me. Disney has always liked to leave little Easter eggs in their films and have some fun with crossovers. I am thinking of the Genie imitating Pinocchio and pulling Sebastian out of nowhere in Aladdin. Hidden characters in the background of other films like Flynn and Rapunzel showing up in Arendelle. Hidden Mickeys. And of course shows that were all about a Disney multi-verse that sort of pokes fun at itself like Once Upon a Time, House of Mouse, and even Ralph Breaks the Internet. With this being a special anniversary film, of course we ought to expect more nods to other films and Disney animation history. I thought it was cute. Especially Magnifico’s jab at Asha’s little moving drawing. (“Is that a talent?”) Made me literally laugh out loud.

- I think the one complaint I do agree with at least in part is the, “But Magnifico was right, though??” Some dreams shouldn’t come true. Especially if it’s a wish you’re making when you’re 18. There are definitely things I wished for at 18 that I am glad I did not get in hindsight. Sometimes what we wish for isn’t what’s best for us or others. And while Asha’s wishes are selfless and for others…she seems to assume that everyone else will also have equally harmless, selfless wishes. It’s sweet but perhaps a bit naive. Also…Asha has good intentions but it is rather funny and frustrating as the adult to watch this teenager come in and try to upset the whole system thinking she knows better than the person who has been running the kingdom for years. That said… Asha isn’t totally wrong either. The wishes do ultimately belong to the people who made them and it’s better even if it’s painful to have a dream in your heart than to be lacking purpose. It may be easier to forget the wishes entirely but certainly not healthier. Ironically, if only these two could have worked together, they actually would have made a great team.

Overall, I liked the film. And I think if I was still a child myself, I would have enjoyed it even more.

[wolkewatcher]

also im going to come out and say it hot take peut-etre controversial MAIS il faut qu'on le dise ok your home is not a library STOP! hoarding! books! there's no reason to keep a book after you've read it that's SELFISH! everyone wants open library n zlib n other privacy sites but no one wants to share their own resources c'est vrm fou non??? when you're done with a book you should donate it to a library or community center myb resell it (CHEAPLY!!!) or give it away there's literally no reason to keep it

[kanene-yaaay]

The Collection (Second Chapter)

2. Hunger

Kanene's Notes: This was supposed to be posted MUCH earlier but guess who decided to add more 2k of words? :DDD Someone save from myself please uhygfdefghjk anyways it's growing increasedly harder to find pictures for the chapter so wish me luck tomorrow because I am FUC-

I offer this little humble meal for @squeaky-n-blushy, who was an amazing support for me during the entire fic but the main reason why I am crazy for those characters specifically. Hope you get crazy about them as well <3

Warnings: Suggestive Themes, nothing explicit but they are a bit deranged in some parts jhgfdfgh, Mouth Tickles, Rough and Light Tickles. None of them are the smallest bit normal about each other. Ler!Lan Xichen + Ticklish!Mingjue + Ticklish!JIn Guangyao/Meng Yao. Around 8.000 words.

[~*~]

It wasn’t only about the smiles and rarity of reactions Xichen got that fulfilled his demeanor. Sometimes, Xichen was thrilled by the adrenaline of discovery, the selfishness of holding a new kind of knowledge that would be forever his and only his, kind of necessity of seeing someone vulnerable under his care, it all mixed with his already known fondness and playfulness and created something he felt addicted to. It was followed by a different kind of hunger that filled his senses and took over his thoughts, creating strong and rare bolts of smugness and fire that graced his usual smiling face every single time he discovered another spot, another technique that would, unannounced, pry a new brand of laughter from his “victim”, something that would make them look at him with wide, half afraid, half expectant eyes.

And all Xichen could was to drink those reactions.

(...)

The blade came so close it cut a couple of strands off his hair before Lan Xichen could dodge from it, which was a completely unsatisfactory reflex and a shame to shufu’s teaching. Xichen at this point would be soon old enough to lead a night hunt of his own and he should at least be able to prevent an attack before it was close enough to deadly harm him, his distraction and confidence in being one of the very few cultivators awake in that moment was what blinded him from accurately interpreting the distinct sounds of leaves moving differently that morning since the he passed nearby the guest quarters as he followed the path to the younger juniors’ classroom with his brother.

Lan Xichen, however, couldn’t hoard all the reasons of the success of that sneaking attack, not even having time to dwell on it, quick to dodge another swipe, now aiming for his legs, before changing course to his torso, passing too close to his ribs and forcing him to jump away. The attack also gave him the perfect view of those grey, determined and excited eyes.

Nie Mingjue was really a wonderful opponent.

“Excuse me, Wangji!” Lan Xichen couldn’t even hide the smile on his lips from his voice, even though a part of him was sad for losing half of an incense's stick of quietness that always took the mountains in the early morning, sometimes he more than loved to share with his little brother before class. “For a distraction has crossed my path and is too insistent to let me get away from it.”

Quietness has been a rare thing since the arrival of the guest cultivators from all the others Four Great Sects, although, even with all the strictness and reinforced rules of the Cloud Recesses.

He heard his brother coming before he saw him, too overwhelmed by the sheer brute force (and much more agility that one would expect from his particular…muscular form) of Mingjue’s attack to stop him. The movement obligated him to stop dodging and pull out his scabbard (but not his sword, of course), meeting the next powerful strike head on, using his taller height (his growing spur appeared just last spring for his absolute delight and Lan Zhan’s contrite despair) and pull it higher and higher. Just in time, Wangji positioned himself defensively right in front of him, hand on Bichen and posture straight and coldly threatening, much to Mingjue’s confusion for the way the other blinked at the younger one and his attack faltered (but never relented).

“Lower your sword. Fighting is prohibited in Cloud Recesses.”

“I apologize, Second Young Master Lan,” Mingjue grunted, trying to make Lan Xichen stumble with a sudden change of his footwork, the Lan was quick to stabilize himself, but the movement made the younger one look even more distasteful at him. The boy was really protective. “Still, I am sure an exception can be applied when a promise has been made and not fulfilled, or at least I hope. I’ve heard only good things about Lan’s cultivators and their honor, afterall.”

Being overzealous of your own character and abilities was below a Lan (also prohibited by their rules), yet Xichen couldn’t help the spark of pride exploding on his chest for both how much adamant the Nie has been in getting them to spar together and the current tightness showing on Mingjue’s voice, his muscles straining where he continued pressing forward. It was very helpful that the older Nie master allowed his arm to be twisted into an uncomfortable position to keep the blow out of Wangji’s range. If Wangji realized that, it only served to make him even more displeased, setting himself even straighter, face unmoving.

“Xiongzhang owes Sect Heir Nie nothing.”

Mingjue quirked his eyebrow in what could be only a mix of amusement and bewilderment. Xichen felt a light heat on his ears and quickly jumped into the conversation before it could escalate even more.

(It felt good to feel pursued, however it came with the effect of Xichen finding himself wanting to impress the other more and more, lately.)

“It’s fine, Wangji.” Perhaps, when Lan Zhan got into the age of guest students, he would learn to let go a little more of their thousands of rules, it would do him good to relax a bit and have more friends. “I have truly promised Mingjue-xiong a friendly spar and unfairly postponed it several times. He is being fair in trusting my word.”

Actually, he had more or less froze when Mingjue came striding purposefully in his direction after Elder Zhang used him for a demonstration of the Gusu Lan forms with a simple sparring match, his hand locking on his shoulder with a strong grip and a wide (beautiful) smile that made him lose himself into warm for long kes until he came back to his own traitorous mouth agreeing with a smile to everything the other said.

“A spar must only be held under the supervision of a senior.”

“A spar with swords.” he countered, quickly setting his eyes on those grey ones. “And Mingjue-shixiong will be very kind to sheathe his saber again, won’t he?”

Mingjue narrowed his eyes and weakened his blow just enough to see if Xichen would keep pressing on, which he didn’t, both ending the attack until Baxia was resting on its usual place on Mingjue’s back. His voice came out gruffy, the now free hand creeping to scratch at his neck, as if he was embarrassed. It was a funny thought, to imagine someone so outspoken and sure of himself get flustered by his younger brother. “Of course, I apologize for interrupting your walk. I only now realized how rude my actions has come off to be. They do not represent the education and precepts of the Nie Sect.”

Before Xichen could smile and assure his apology was unnecessary, Wangji quickly answered for him, voice still serious and completely unmerciful at his words. “Shufu will be informed and your punishment delivered after your classes.” He bowed the exact necessary high, perfectly polite, and it took every single willpower of the older one to not snicker or, even worse, laugh out loud at the expression on Mingjue’s face.

Lan Zhan turned and stared at him with the corner of his eyes expectantly. Lan Xichen huffed and stepped to his side combing a strand of hair back to its place, much to the younger’s mortification, for the way he frowned at him and started walking away with slight pink ears.

Lan Xichen smiled and smiled, turning back to Mingjue, who crossed his arms and kept looking at him with that funny combination of terribly annoyed and astonishedly amused, the corner of his eyes crinkling his eyes as he saw, once more, the Sect Heir Lan escaping from his clutches once again. 

“Hope we manage to spar soon, Jue-shixiong.” He then turned away, a levity appearing on his step at knowing that he would keep running and dodging his next attempts for as long as Nie Mingjue kept being so kind as to chase him.

…

A hand grabbed his arm and pushed. A trill of adrenaline caught up in his throat as he twirled, using the overflowing robes and long sleeves to confuse his opponent and give him enough space to plant his feet on the other’s chest and kick with enough force to make Mingjue stagger. It didn’t make him buckle, though, and his grip only locked on his arm even tighter, refusing to let go of his advantage. At this point, both heirs were gasping breathless from the long chase that led them to this isolated camp and the following even longer spar. There were spots of dirt and blades of grass all over Mingjue’s face and robes, which kept making Xichen’s fingers twitch closer to pat them clean. Not even the heat of the battle kept the Lan from noticing how the other’s eyes kept jumping across his own askew robes and crooked forehead ribbon. Each blow, each grip, kick and touch left a bruning kind of feeling behind, pulsing from each point of contact.

When two more of his strongest blows didn’t succeed to let Mingjue go (it was no wonder that the Nie heir would be so skilled at close-range combat, his general strength was definitely not overestimated on the few humors Xichen had caught up on), Lan Xichen threw himself on the ground, using the momentum to drag the other with him, kicking both of his legs on his stomach to lift him momentarily in the air and then throw him away. 

Just as he jumped back to a standing position and fell on the other’s legs, ready to pin the Nie to the ground, Mingjue quickly began lifting his torso in an attempts to unbalance him, ready to throw him away and turn their luck in the first opportunity. In a momentarily act of effort, Lan Xichen’s hands shoot behind him, gripping the muscle to hold him down and-

And Mingjue, larger and stronger than anyone from his generation, known for his sheer force, for his direct words and unmovable opinions, he… squeaked.

Both of them froze and Lan Xichen felt his eyes fixate on the light path of color appearing on the other’s cheeks like a hawk. Something clicked right in his mind, and he turned the slight bit around to see how his hands were digging on Mingjue’s thighs, almost close to his knee, he looked forward again and took notice of the hint of a startled smile on his face.

His gruffy (embarrassed) voice cut the silence. “You just tickled me, no need to stop the sparring when I was so close to win.” The teasy remark was accompanied by another attempt of getting up again, only to fall right back to the ground when Xichen massaged circles on the ticklish spot, squeezing his thighs more purposefully and watching the uncontrollable, loud snickers that began flowing at that, following the pace of his tickles, growing louder and louder when he moved upwards to drum on the corner of his inner thighs and then growing higher and quicker as he stretched a little and spidered tickled all over it. “Xi-i-CHEN!”

Lan Xichen didn’t reply, he looked with fascination at the beginning of giant smile adorning his face, so different from his previously challenging ones calling him for combat or his smug grins after meeting one more of his blows with his own. Xicjen followed dazedly as that path of color began to grow stronger and his laughter to flow more easily, body squirming under his ministrations, trying to lift his legs and only making him dig harder on the ticklish spot or quick fruitlessly as the playful touched followed him no matter what he did, each breathtaking reaction loud and lovely as if unsashament of gathering all the attention that it deserved.

Two hands flew to hold his shoulders and Xichen moved quicker than he ever did before. In less than a ke he gathered both wrists on one hand and pulled them back to his chest with a low, growling warning of “Don’t you dare.”

He blinked and faltered, astonished with his own reaction a moment, worriedly looking into Mingjue’s expression, who simply looked back at him just as before, smile growing and the surprise on his eyes starting to be taken over by challenge. Then, his fingers brushed across a particularly bad spot when he wormed his other hand under his thigh, making Mingjue suddenly buckle and squawk, which, of course, only made him latch on it with even more scribbling and scratching.

“Tickling-” He squealed and pulled his hands, a funny kind of scoff leaving his mouth as Xichen’s grip kept unrelenting, his strength vanishing at the tickling (how much time has it been since someone dared to be this playful with him?). “-is not fair!”

“I apologize, but I don’t remember this as one of the rules we set for this sparring match, unfortunately.” The challenging tune now laid on Xichen’s voice, his playful attack not relenting for a single moment,  Mingjue only seemed to snicker and laugh even more at that, staring at his expression with nothing more than a fire spreading in his eyes, stronger as ever even as his face got more and more colored by the kes. Xichen poked a little bit of fun. “Perhaps Sect Heir Nie can add his new rule as soon as this match ends and you admit my victory?”

“In your dreams!” 

Before Xichen could reply, two knees hit his back and almost made him fall completely on Mingjue’s chest, throwing him out of balance and forcefully ceasing his tickles. For a maddening moment, Lan Xichen saw himself burying his face on his neck to listen more closely to all the remaining laughter that painted his smug, amused voice. 

However, he couldn’t unfortunately let such an attack pass.

Letting go of his wrists, Lan Xichen was quick to turn around, taking advantage of how close his knees were to latch on the spot right above them, first spidering and scratching lightly the place until high giggles were floating on the air, before unleashing a full squeezing attack on them, digging and clawing at the ticklish skin. An unusual, playful smirk opened on his face when that made the other shriek and kick his legs away, unfortunately too much late as the Lan simply used the move to pull himself straight again, following his movement with ease. It didn’t take long before Mingjue was aching his back, shrieking and throwing his head back with belly laughter

“Once more, I offer my deepest apologies, such a delightful spot should never be neglected. It’s good that it, quite literally, jumped to my attention as quick as they, allowing me to right my wrongs.” When one leg tried to pull up again, Xichen simply tormented the soft underside with prodding and scratches, which made it slam right back at the ground and let him focus again in squeezing the kneecap, which made him lift his leg again and restart the cycle again and again. “Thank you for showing me the best place to take you apart and tickle you just where you wanted, your kindness and support will not be forgotten and be rewarded with your well deserved prize.”

Mingjue was too busy losing his mind to answer, squirming and kicking every time Xichen jumped from one leg to another watching with an amused kind of fascination as his laughter went higher then lower as he switched from his upper leg to his calves, kneading on the muscle and receiving a shrieking crackle in answer. He almost threw him off a few times with his trashing, gasps, yelps and squeals kept following his tickles every time he found a new extra ticklish spot, circling it teasingly before scratching and making him descend into more laughter. Lan Xichen was more than happy to keep exploring, if only to keep listening to those sounds.

Testingly, Lan Xichen locked his legs even stronger, tipping forward boldly to spider and trace the tip of his fingers across the entirety of his calf, listening how quicker and uncontrollable his snickers changed to crackles only to go back to uncontrollable titters the closer he slipped to his ankle, drawing teasing circles around the bone only to hear those tittering giggles growing slower momentarily only to jump in a squeak when he experimentally gave a poke to the sole of his feet. 

“Is Jue-xiong already convinced of my victory?” 

“You are cheating!” It was more than endearing to hear how those words were overcome by even more snickers.

“Then I believe a little more convincing might be in order.”

Xichen sneakily taking off one of his boots to tickle the spot lightly, receiving more wheezy guffaws at this. A clear, even if laughing, voice stopped him right as he was to attack

“If you put any of your offending fingers on my feet I will no longer hold back.” Mingjue warned. Lan Xichen blinked two big and innocent eyes at him, a single finger escaping to wiggle on his sole draw a quick tickle at the place. Mingjue clamped his mouth shut in what seemed like a snort. 

“Did I just find your most ticklish spot, Jue-ge?”

The red spread quickly from his cheeks to the entire face at that and Xichen congratulated himself and kept the new acquired information in a special place in his mind, sure to use more of it in the future. 

“You did.” At the gruffy (flushed) admission, Xichen felt fireworks dancing on his soul, more than delighted to know just what kind of reactions he would pry from such a special spot. “If you attack me there, Xichen, mark my words:” 

(Xichen, Xichen, Xichen)

“Next time I will be the one to not stop until I find your most ticklish spot, and then I won’t give you any time to chat and offer mercy when I finally get to it.”

Xichen wondered if those shining eyes could see how much he was floating, how the adrenaline at the promise set every single one of his nerves on fire, how it brought a different kind of smirk into his face, how it alight a new sensation of challenge and playfulness guarded on his soul.

“This lowly one thanks his senior for such a precious warning.” His eyes crinkled and Mingjue’s furrowed in a protest that he was that old, but the Lan gave him no time to reply. “I shall not show Jue-ge any mercy, then.”

Just as the words finally setted, he attacked.

(...)

It was dangerous to be with Lan Xichen, for all the good and the bad reasons. He was wanted by the Wen Sect, a sect heir on the run and his simple existence put all the little things he worked so hard to have, his life in danger, but those were things that Meng Yao had already reached peace with himself about. However, he was also sweet, trusting, lovely in a way he thought only fictional characters of a foolish book could be, the only one besides his mother who tried to know him. 

At first, all of this had helped to keep his guards up on the first days, but as the time passed, it made Meng Yao too comfortable, too at ease and no matter how much he analyzed his smiles, his attentive gaze that made him want talk until his heart was pried wide open, he couldn’t find any hint of deceit. The more he looked, the more he investigated, the more he pried, the more he was drawn close, as if Lan Xichen was a bright candle in the middle of the night and Meng Yao was nothing more than a dark month hopelessly attracted to the flame, to the brightness, the warmth, the care, the affection. 

Lan Xichen gave it all too easily, much before he could even do anything to earn it. It made Meng Yao want to do embarrassing things, like buy poetry books so he could listen to Xichen read them out loud (even knowing he was already way too tight on budget as he could), to comb his lustrous hair and decorate with the most beautiful hairpins (what an embarrassing thought to have), to cradle him close, to always have him in his field vision and follow him like a puppy who wishes for nothing more than to lay down, bask on the attention and show the soft of his belly.

Although he had not expected to be that literally.

“A-Yao,” there were two pecks softly, so carefully, laid on his eyelids that they had Meng Yao floating. He drifted and soared high in the sky as his mind kept repeating that soft tune as if he could get drunk on it. A spark of warmth blossomed from where he touched and spread across his face, the feeling of those soft lips lingering. 

A-Yao, A-Yao, A-Yao.

“Will you look at me?”

He was hopeless to such a tiny request from someone who could ask, could demand much more from this lowly one. Meng Yao opened his eyes and watched those golden hues above him, mouth almost betraying its master and answering without his command, saying that yes, he would, he would do anything for him, he would kill and slay and spend the rest of his life prying open, cutting out and hiding his rotten parts from him if that meant never losing Lan Xichen. He would keep on hating the world, collecting every pebble of love and trust he was able to create and hoard them all into those caring, trusting hands of the Lan, giving it all to him and only him over and over again.

“Are you still comfortable?” He was floating and Xichen was worried. It was clear for the way his eyes dropped and averted away for a moment, how they travelled across his body looking for hints of discomfort, hand twitching away from him, shoulders were layered tight with tension. There was this kind of frown he did when he was preoccupied, when his eyebrows would go the slight bit downwards while his jaw set a tad straighter in doubt. 

So lost in his thoughts Meng Yao was that he didn’t even notice it before, an unforgiven mistake on his part, but he would berate himself for his negligence later. Instead, Meng Yao immediately set himself on the work to cut any doubt or fear that began assaulting Xichen’s still healing confidence. 

Meng Yao lift his arms and held Xichen’s hands on a light, soothing grip as he brought them to his own face, resting them on his bare forehead and not quite kissing those skilled, long and graceful fingers, so above from him in every sense and form (but not for long, not for long) but, since he was still a weak man, letting his lips graze them reverently. They stayed a moment like this, before Meng Yao directed them to lay on his stomach, an amused grin blossoming on his face at how such a simple action made color explode across the other’s cheekbones.

“Tickle me, please, Xichen-gege.” He said, proud how his words only made the blushing worse. 

He very pointedly refused to complete the sentence with the thoughts that haunted his mind every day and night since the moment he realized the nature of his not so pure nor controlled feelings about Lan Xichen. Ever since then, all the words about his true desire and wishes have been hanging on the tip of his tongue as he swallowed them over and over again. 

Meng Yao did not say “If you don’t make me lose myself in laughter right now, I will completely lose my mind.”

He did not point out how he wanted to “slam you on the ground and find each one of your reactions, to explore and analyze every weak part of yours until I have all of them safe and sound in my hands, until I can cradle them as close as I can.” 

He didn’t even consider expressing how he dreamed in “taking your face in my hands and swallowing your sound every sound, memorizing your every expression until I can burn in my mind all your favorite spots and favorite words.”

He did not say how if he could, he would “spend the rest of my life taking care of them, of you. I will discover your every want, your every small or big desire and take pride in giving you them again and again. Until there’s nothing I could do to make you happier.”

“So, please, pry that control away from me before I discover the best way to take away yours.” 

(The worst thing is that Lan Xichen would let him, he would let him-) 

Instead, he let each one of those words die in his lips and then, with his most calm, serene smile, he stared Lan Xichen back.

Those fingers began scribbling over his stomach, quickly chasing all of those thoughts until they were out of his grasp and far away from his mind, a gasp being fished from his mouth as he forced his eyes to stay open as per the others request, keeping them open and trusting when Xichen was fast to look over and search for any hint of discomfort, not bothering to hide or control the wobbly line of his smile.

As Lan Xichen relaxed with what he saw, he began exploring a little more, dancing fingers spidering softly up and down his belly as if he was personally tormenting each one of his nerves with tickles, circling his blunt nails around his belly button and chuckling lowly when that made him huff and his grin grow wider. Those skilled and careful hands continued to draw various and uncessant lines and forms on his stomach, prying airy, quiet sounds for the next kes they continued like this. Lan Xichen didn’t stop looking at him adorably the entire time and Meng Yao tried to not melt too much so soon, titters coming faster and faster out of his mouth, especially as Xichen began poking and prodding the sensitive spot of lower belly, scratching and digging at his hips, clawing at the bones and attacking his waist with no mercy.

“Is my A-Yao very ticklish here?”

His giggles grew stronger and flooded the entire space, shoulders trembling, chest bouncing and nerves alight with the electricity that each touch brought, Meng Yao almost jolted in surprise at the sudden mischievous tune of the other’s voice and his change of spot, only noticing then that his eyes had automatically closed again at it.

“N-not the most ticklish, I am afraid.” He snorted and held his robes in a tight grip to not cover his face away, only allowing himself to later kneel at the urge after Xichen got more absorbed in turning him into a laughing mess and stopped worrying and trying to gauge his level of comfort. “Hohohope Xichen-ge doehehesn’t mind reheceiving a few giggles fohor his efforts?”

“Any reaction, if it comes from you, then I will always cherish it, for as long as you’re willing to give me each one of them.” Meng Yao’s neck prickled with heat and words scrambled across his mind when Xichen began scrapping and running his wiggly fingers widly around his sides, sending tingles and shivers across his entire torso, pulling a quiet gasp and more strident snickers. 

He was a smooth and soft type of a tormentor, then. His soft teases and playful voice were very effective in making him feel even more ticklish than any other time before, tiny squirms coming from one side to another even as Meng Yao tried to make his own body lay as still as possible for Lan Xichen to not understand his wiggling around as something that was not.

“A-Yao, still thinking so much?” His hands were pried from where they were clued on his robes and pulled upwards until they were interlocking behind the Lan’s neck, getting too so, so close to the ends of his forehead ribbon that Meng Yao could almost feel it burning next to his skin. The very sensation of Xichen’s hands now crawling and spidering up his defenseless torso quickly vanished with that distraction. “Let me take care of this, let your brilliant mind rest for a moment in my care.”

“This lowly one-” He squeaky loudly when Lan Xichen refuted his choice of words with a poke on his belly button, wiggling and scratching the ticklish skins of its walls over and over again until more squeaks were falling from his lips and Meng Yao remembered how Xichen asked him to say referring himself as such after what he did. “I was only-” He jolted and buckled when those hands went to his ribs, touch forgiving and yet equally maddening. Xichen began scribbling and lightly clawing the bones, giving an especial attention even to the space in between each one. Tittering melting with puffs of laughter from his lips. “Only wondering if thihis talking is frohohom experiehence. Is still Xic-xichehen-ge ihihis too tickilihihish?”

Lan Xichen hummed non actually answering (which was already an answer on itself) and continued changing from each ticklish spots on his torso already explored before he could grow used to the sensation, taking his sweet time to tease each one, pressing and vibrating on them until there was much more squeaks and guffaws mixing with his giggles and his mind loosened its grasp of thoughts, leaving him relaxed enough to almost not process Xidhen’s next words.

“Maybe A-Yao will have the opportunity to find out later?” 

Out of his control, flashes of memories passed on his mind, Lan Xichen laughing with a sleeve covering his smile when Meng Yao showed him that absurd and slanderous book that promised to teach you how to grow a golden core without any cultivation, Lan Xichen stuttering and blushing when he realized only after winning their light discussion that his point meant that both of them would have to share his tiny, thin bed for no one sleep on the ground, Lan Xichen fiercely staring back, a challenging fire in his eyes, one moment before Meng Yao was flipped and lost their sparring match, Lan Xichen laughing out loud the first time since he decided to trust him enough and hide in his house. 

(Lan Xichen under him, writhing, gasping and pilant-)

“Xichehen-ge is such a teahahase.” He whined, watching as something flashed across Lan Xichen’s eyes for a moment before disappearing. 

(He would investigate that interesting detail later.)

“My life was the one who asked for it.” Before Meng Yao even had the time to properly process the words (his what-), Lan Xichen quickly lowered his head and began peppering his neck and that awfully, newly discovered (and the one that started this whole thing) weak spot behind his ears with small raspberries and tickly kisses, making silly noises and joyful humming every time a garbled sound or a bubbly protest escaped Meng Yao’s mouth, his entire body now shaking with the squeal of surprise at the sudden action elected, before his laughter was taken over by the absolute onslaught of crackling snickers and high pitched titters that jumped across the air uncontrollably and unashamed.

It only grew quicker and louder as those creeping hands got close to his armpits, drumming each finger on the hollows and making his giggles disappear with a snort. Rare jolts of tiny squeaks and airy yelps made their own appearance at every particularly mean nibble or evil tickle that assaulted his poor sensitive spots, face smushed on his own shoulder in an attempt to both bare part of his neck to the other and to hide at least a bit of his flustered state. 

As the time passed and the tickling continued, his nerves were set more and more alight with every buzzing sensation and his mind only became a puddle of mirth and joy, too busy laughing and being happy to even bother with any thoughts or problems. Meng Yao gave nothing but his pure and honest reactions, his every protest, every smile, every snickered ‘Xichen-ge’ and every squirm saying the same one thing, over and over again, eternally on repeat

I trust you, I trust you, I love you.

(...)

It had taken the two of them. 

Both Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen sandwiched A-Yao in between them during their cuddling time, each moment filled with soft cares, quiet words and light bickering that had made each second of Lan Xichen speeding through his work until he was free to enjoy his leisure time with both of them. It took a little more coaching and attention until A-Yao was finally melting in their embrace, staring at Nie Mingjue with half lidded eyes and a relaxed hum as the other pulled him closer to his chest, which resulted in him receiving a pout and an unforgiving pinch on his thigh by Xichen, who scooted closer as well. 

Only a few moments after that, as Lan Xichen was caressing Jin Guangyao’s arm with a light traces and rubs, he heard a small giggle and saw the arm twitch in a reaction that he could recognize and paint with blindfolded eyes. It didn’t took more than half a ke for the Lan start to add a couple of purposeful and playful touches, “accidentally” brushing the tip of his fingers over and over again his wrist and palm (which so far brought the best reactions) as tittering snickers started to escape from his smiling lips. 

As the tickles began exploring his already very known ticklish spots, Mingjue, with a barely-there scuffle, set Guangyao’s back against the mattress, both taking over the opportunity to hold his arms above his head in a simple illusion of restrain, since that only made Guangyao become ven more boneless at their administrations, each giggle, each titter and huff being pried from his lips resulted in him melting more and more against them, more than comfortable to indulge both in the trap that had been so careful calculated.

Nie Mingjue complained gruffly about how he couldn’t find any spot that would truly make A-Yao go mad with laughter and finally get his revenge for how much the Jin had done that exact thing with them (always full of mischievous taunts and teases about it, as well) time and time again in the past and would very much likely to continue to do so in the future. 

“Perhaps da-ge should simply try harder, then.” Jin Guangyao’s melodious and teasingly condescending tune cut his complaint, giggles filling the room even stronger than before as Mingjue stopped his tickle attack to stare at him astonished at the audacity. Xichen was more than happy to let them bicker and distract themselves and he kept exploring with light scribbles his new information. That was when the fatidic moment happened.

One of Lan Xichen’s fingers danced quickly and distractedly at the inner part of his elbow, which, for the loud squeal that immediately followed the light, curious caress of the tip of his fingers, was incredibly sensitive, and promptly made all of them freeze stunned at that reaction.

Lan Xichen pushed himself up the bedding until he moved from the cozy, comfortable place on A-Yao’s side (perfect to pepper his neck and ears with tiny, fluttering kisses that would make both spots quickly be painted in a lovely shade of red when he whispered teases upon teases on them) to look at the other, who was staring with wide eyes right back at him, face still carrying the hint of his lovely smile, now locked in place with his surprise.

Oh.

What a delightful day.

The more Xichen looked, the more A-Yao kept himself still, as if moving a single muscle would remind both of them what they had been previously doing, as if the knowledge would simply escape from his mind and the lovely discovery was never made.

The more Lan Xichen stared, the more he felt his smirk grow and grow.

It was Nie Mingjue who broke them out of it.

“Do that again.” And, between Mingjue’s dangerous light in his eyes and Xichen absolutely glee clear on his face, both painted in the same shade of hunger, Jin Guangyao seemed to be left without words. He shivered when Xichen’s warm touch found his elbow again, fingertips only resting there. The Lan watched with fascination as goosebumps sprouted freely across his arms at his action. A-Yao’s lips twitched in a wonderful, excited way and his dimples became more pronounced.

His tickles then escalated slowly, peppering the ticklish skin with the tiniest, barely there scratches that pulled another high, poorly concealed screech from his mouth before it was firmly clamped shut as the Jin tried to pry his wrists out of their hold fervently, eyes wide in a mix of adrenaline and alarm.

“Is that your death spot, A-Yao? How could you not share them with us until today?” Xichen let his face fall in the same way he did when one of the sect leaders in conferences tried to demand absurd deals or let out insulting commentaries, a sad kind of disapproval that would leave them scrambling to correct themselves and explain how they never meant any offense. Jin Guangyao, however, continued to look at him with no honey words or distracting teases falling freely from his lips and Xichen was helpless at the way his heart melted as he saw the corner of Guangyao’s warm eyes crinkle and gaze hold a playful glint, not being fooled one bit by Xichen’s theatrics and insteading pulling one of his own. Gulping down his persistent titters, he shook his head.

“Er-ge knows I am not-” His voice wavered and he narrowed his eyes at Xichen in a light annoyment as he digged just the slight bit on the spot, his scratches picking up a fastest pace for a blink and obliging him to press his lips together and squirm for maddening moments before Guangyao managed to take a hold of himself again. He coughed, a disguise for another wheezing giggle. “Excuse me. As I was saying before the unfortunate interruption: I am not that ticklish.” He tilted his head, a light hint of what could be called a pitiful pout in his face and Xichen instinctively mirrored him.

“I understand it might be…” His voice started to falter the more Xichen continued to tease and tickle that spot. “C-complicated for er-ge to understand, with how sensitive your body is, but I-HIHIHI!”

As it seems Nie Mingjue jumped to save the Lan from his provocation, like the heroic cultivator he was known and acted as. Or maybe he got tired of their playing around, not being one as fond of the entertainment of teasing competitions or tiny pokes of fun made specifically to increase one’s anticipation as both Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen were. Besides, he was internally familiar with how long they could take in their game, being or the victim or the observer of those occasions. 

Therefore, it was no surprise when he decided enough was enough and put his hands to a good use. Or mouth, since his most effective way to distract them was to start carefully nibbling the new discovered ticklish spot, resting nips here and there on the trapped arm in his reach. 

“Da-ge!” There was a hysterical tune in his words and there was a shakiness in his arms. Lan Xichen could empathize, Mingjue’s beard was something to be truly feared during his tickle attacks. Still, they weren’t hearing any laughter in the air, which, in Lan Xichen’s humble opinion, was an insulting oversight of their part that should be corrected immediately.

Lan Xichen smiled, sighing happily and lowering his head until he could nuzzle freely on hi inner elbow, intertwining his care with soft kisses, humming (of course with his lips resting on the skin so his A-yao could feel perfectly each vibration) and trailing the trembling skin with one or two small raspberries that would leave the other jolting on the same place, each touch and tickle making it increasingly difficult to keep his crackles concealed.

“Er-ge-eeh!” A snort escaped, quickly followed by an squeak and Lan Xichen nodded in lieu of an answer, huffing softly in amusement. His now free fingers crawled up, one step at a time and stopped right under his wrist. He moved his hand that had been clutching Guangyao’s one in a restringing hold until they were intertwining their fingers instead, leaving the soft, slightly sensitive skin of his wrist free for him to attack with the lightest, softest scribbling tickles.

There was a barely aborted snortle and then guffaws were chasing each other freely in the air, louder than his usual snickers and much quicker than his giggles and a little less composed. 

“There we go.” Lan Xichen exhaled in relief, leaving a peck on his hand and closing his eyes in satisfaction, bathing in the melodious tune of the Jin’s laughter. “Feels so much better to let go, don’t you think, A-Yao?”

“Your wrists too?” Nie Mingjue may sound irritated to anyone else, but only a bit more attention to the gleam in his eyes and the teasing curve of his grin and then it would be clear just how much fun he was having with this. He and A-yao, especially, had a strong delight in breaking each other into pieces and taking their time to push each other closer and closer to their breaking point. Even if it was not really his type to engage in this kind of affection as well, it was good that they held a special thing in between themselves and Lan Xichen was happy to see each other being so carefree. As if to consolidate his thought, a bark of bright crackle escaped Jin Guangyao and left him lost in even more uncontrollable reactions. “You don’t do more than simply smile when we tickle your sides or armpits only for the reason of your fall to be your wrists and elbows?!” 

A-Yao snorted before falling back into crackles, if it was a result of Mingjue’s tease or the fact that there was a booming laughter now hiding his, it really didn’t matter when Lan Xichen ended being blessed by both of them either way. Nie Mingjue didn’t take long before following the exact contrary of his example, his touches becoming energetic and full of prodding and spidering to torment both spots, the sheer contrast of sensations pulling snorts and more hysterical laughter from him.

Lan Xichen tried to burn in his mind the cadence of his reactions, the fluctuations of his chuckles that followed delightfully the pace of each stroke of his fingers, the tittering tune it got with his playful, adoring teases and how free and quicker it sounder with each of his nibbles. When the Lan opened his eyes, he watched how Jin Guangyao’s eyes closed tightly, how big it was his smile and how his arms rested still on their grip, hand tightly gripping theirs. There was now a red hue painting his face and clear joy in each one of his  reactions were, how tight he was holding his hands. Mingjue almost wasn’t able to torment him with taunts and teases with the volume of his chortles, instead deciding to go back to lay tickly kisses and nibbles on every ticklish spot he could find. Two different kind of laughter filled the space and Lan Xichen couldn’t help but follow with his own snickers, creating the truly most melodious song.

Every and any details were collected and placed carefully in his mind so Xichen could rewatch the moment over and over again,  later, when they were back to lead their own sects and Gusu Lan nights got too quiet and his thoughts too loud to endure.

Before the melancholy could take a hold over his mind, however, Xichen decided to bask in the sunlight of both of the most trusted people.

“I want to paint this.” A-Yao’s eyes turned to him, shining in a rare mix of shyness and excitement. “You think you could continue smiling like this for me, A-Yao?”

“We could keep him like this for a few hours alright.” Nie Mingjue chuckled darkly, suddenly changing to dig and drum his tickling fingers on his armpits until a squeal escaped Guangyao’s lips. Slower snickers and giggles took over the uncontrollable laughter from before, allowing him into a giggly kind of break. “Keeping him laughing, squirming and squealing just like he is so eager to do with us. I say, one painting won’t be enough. I personally will want to commission one for my own chambers and I bet Gusu Lan would appreciate such a fine scene as well.”

Jin Guangyao wasn't even trying to fight anymore, becoming a tittering puddle in his bed, rich brown eyes watching them fondly, sharp and attentive, and yet so trusting. There was no point in trying to conceal his reactions any further, letting himself instead let go of his control in a way that only the two of them would be witness to. The strong color on his face began to spread to his ears and neck and Lan Xichen was helpless for the way that it made him want to follow its trail with tiny, teasing raspberries and fluttering kisses. So he did.

“Beautiful. So beautiful, my A-Yao.”

Said one took a deep breath and pressed in between his titters and chuckles. “Not as beautiful as my er-ge and da-ge, when they get in my position.”

His tune made it sound like a simple observation, but they were no fool. Jin Guangyao’s revenge would be ruthless and inevitable. Still, Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen were not afraid, instead doubling their efforts until the warmth and the tickling sensation were the only things A-Yao could focus on.

[~*~]

EXTRAS:

The universe put me in this world to write Xichen and Guangyao being the most deranged about each other actually. Pls image that Lan Xichen was also having the craziest thoughts while reducing Jin Guangyao to a giggle puddle <3

If you ever wonder about the relationship of Xichen with idk anyone from 2º and 3º chapter (besides the special guest appearance that will appear <3) only remember that I have no idea what is actually happening in this fic at all and those words are not bound to real life and flesh limitations

Lan Xichen tickling A-Yao for the first time: <3 <3 <3 silly time!!! so happy that Meng Yao let me do that! I Am Completely Normal About This Outcome And Am Not Having Lots of (Rule Breaking) Thoughts About All Of This :) 

Me about Meng Yao: This one can fit so much gays awakenings moments right now you have no idea

Me writing Mingjue and Xichen’s moment: and then Mingjue attacks him from behind-

Lan Zhan: And I am there

Me: What. No you’re not

Lan Zhan: *sits in the middle of the scenario and refuses to move*

Me: Please I would’ve to rewrite like 10 whole paragraphs PLEASE move. You had like half of the first chapter to enjoy with your bro, go AWAY

Lan Zhan: Hm (no)

Mingjue by mistake, while Lan Xichen is tickling him: Fuck, Xichen!Xichen, starting to undo his outer robes: Well, since you asked…

[fantasygerard2000]

Magnifico Almighty

There's this discourse in Wish that gets some viewers riled up, in which is that Magnifico has a point and that he's the real hero of the story. I am generally against this, largely because I'm just indifferent about the "villains doing bad thing for good reasons" shtick that has gotten old after overstaying its welcome since Thanos stank up the villain writing department, and in some cases some of the people who state that are totally not racially motivated.

With the case of Magnifico having a point that not all wishes should be granted, it would've prove he has a point, if the movie actually showed us an example.

That's the thing, the movie never presents an example of a bad wish and all people got is Magnifico's word for it.

In context, Magnifico doesn't want to grant Asha's grandfather's wish because and in his words "it's too vague". It's this vagueness that people run with and easily conclude with assumptions that he is correct in some way that generally doesn't prove he had a point. He sites that Sabino wants to inspire the next generation, which he concludes would lead to a rebellion that will destroy Rosas. However, with further context that Magnifico selfish tyrant, in his view, Sabino would inspire his own subjects to rebel against him, and therefore destroy not his kingdom, his rule as its king.

This discourse also ties in with how Asha is vilified and labeled selfish for wanting to grant all the wishes. The thing here is, she doesn't. She never said she wants all the wishes to be granted, she wants them returned. Asha was in agreement with Magnifico until he refuses to grant her grandfather's seemingly harmless wish on his 100th birthday, which she kindly asked him if he could consider and apologizes for. She is even in agreement with him that dangerous wishes can be stopped. Her point is that if Magnifico doesn't want to grant most if not all of the wishes, he could just return them and encourage the people to put in the effort to achieve their dreams themselves. If Magnifico was just as benevolent as people say he is, there wouldn't be a system of him hoarding there wishes in the first place.

Another contender is the comparison to the movie Bruce Almighty, to which is just a surface level comparison. In the film, Bruce is given God's powers but must also do God's job, which includes granting prayers. Taking the lazy route, Bruce nonchalantly says yes to the wishes which leads to the town going in chaos. However, this is the part where things get muddy. A lot of people use this moment in the film to compare Wish's nonexistent bad wish cautionary warning, but they either forget, missed or straight up omitting the other reasons why this happened. The town's biggest game winning which leads to fans rioting, everyone winning the lottery and because they all won, they have to split the money which gives them less than what they wanted, also causing a riot, and the asteroids Bruce recklessly cause causing people to believe the rapture is upon them.

In Wish, the wishes are returned to the people because they have the power to achieve them. The wishes are not just magical stuff that gives people wealth and power, they're goals and aspirations. With Magnifico taking away one's wish, including the memories of said wish, they're aimless and lose their ability to achieve a dream they cannot recall, and only need to rely on Magnifico to achieve said dream.

Comparing Bruce to Asha is just silly to me when Bruce is more comparable to Magnifico; both are given strong godlike powers with Magnifico wanting the masses to praised him as one; both are lazy and use said powers for their benefit. And the kicker is that Bruce learned to care for others and uses his powers to help them instead.

The consequences of the granted prayers is not on the citizens, it's Bruce's. And the consequences of Rosas not needing a system that selects few wishes to be granted is not Asha's, it's Magnifico's.

There's this line in Bruce Almighty said by God to Bruce which is perfectly applicable to Wish and how if you were to rewrite Wish that's not just yourself projecting into Asha to ship yourself with golden Jack Frost, make one about Magnifico becoming the benevolent king he wants to be.

"People want me to do everything for them, and what they don't realize is they have the power. You want to see a miracle, son? Be the miracle."

[yhuckloop]

Why so much hate towards Wendy?

I need to vent somewhere other than twitter I REALLY wanted to be the kind of person who had the courage to express my opinion like this by answering and facing it but I care too much about my image lol stan kinnie (and also because I think it's a silly reason to fight over a fictional character idk)

Unfortunately I had the displeasure of seeing a twitter account hating on Wendy (I won't divulge it here, but it's basically an account calling her a whore and other stuff) and unfortunately, one of the owners of the account was someone I liked and followed her drawings, fanfictions, etc.

I followed this person even though I knew how much she hated Stendy (which is my otp) and anyway, anything involving Wendy

Wendy is a very special character to me. I liked her from the first episode. I like how South Park portrays all the characters as flawed, they are human, they make mistakes and they learn from mistakes. Same with Wendy. She's made mistakes many times, but she's always learned from them. She is an inspiration to me, like the breast cancer episode, where she fought to defend a cause that was important to her. And then these people come to me and call her manipulative, selfish and mean? For God's sake! No one is forced to like her, of course, but it's good to know that the reason they hate her is just one reason that would be enough to hate all the other characters.

"Wendy is a manipulator! She blackmailed Stan in Season 1 Episode 7"

- She is a child. Her blackmail about combining fantasy with stan (or whatever the fuck she did, I can't remember) is no big deal. Also, Wendy apologized to Stan, acknowledging that she hadn't taken his feelings into account.

"Wendy never takes Stan's feelings into consideration. He's already treated her very badly but nothing compared to what she did to him"

- I really can't see all this harm that Wendy did to Stan in the relationship. She "cheated" on him with Tolkien because she clearly felt lonely. In the scene, Stan himself said he hadn't spoken to her in weeks! BOTH ARE CHILDREN they don't have maturity for a relationship, it's obvious that this would end up happening. It wasn't right for Wendy to do that, of course, but it's kind of understandable considering how old she is. Same with Stan. Wendy was a great girlfriend. She worried about Stan when he was depressed, inviting Kyle to visit him together (which Kyle himself refused to do 😱) and even hired specialists to deal with Stan's hoarding problem. She was worried about him and in the recent episode, we could see how much she loves and cares for him. The problem is that they both have different love languages, something they won't identify with being a problem with their age.

"Wendy is stupid, the only good thing she did was in the list episode" and "she didn't even help with the list episode, stan did everything himself" (I swear it was stuff like that on this account) The owners of this account swear to have watched the series and say that those who defend Wendy are those who have not seen the series. Like... really?

- 1: Absolutely in all episodes starring her, she is the heroine of the day.

Wendy showed the importance of fighting against childhood erotization, the importance of breast cancer, criticized the standard imposed on young girls and women by the media, in addition to which she has an irreparable critical sense. She is the real girlboss! Of course, Wendy has done things VERY wrong, like sending Miss Ellen into space, but come on? this is part of the humor of the series. Characters will always act stupid at some point because that's where the fun is. Like, when Kyle does stupid things and acts on impulse, in anger, to champion a cause, he's considered a boss. But when it's Wendy, they call her an "insufferable feminist". When Kyle does stupid things and acts on impulse, in anger, to champion a cause, he's considered a boss. But when it's Wendy, they call her an "insufferable feminist". When Kyle blew up Canada causing death to thousands of people because of his belief that Canada was a bad influence, he is considered a human with flaws, but when Wendy went on a TV show to talk about the importance of stopping the pattern of feminine beauty in young women, she is called a "dumb bitch"

- 2: Wendy who discovered the hoax on the list; she analyzed all the data and discovered that something was wrong, she faced her friends even though she knew that this could cause her harm. Stan did absolutely nothing but stand and watch, he didn't even know what to say when he got in front of the girls to argue. Wendy is the one who saved Kyle from burning down the school. SHE SAVED THE FUCKING SCHOOL

Anyway, other horrible things were said that at the moment I can't remember to rebut them and idk I don't want to waste my time on that. Sorry for the very very long text, I really needed to dump this somewhere

[syrena-del-mar]

Volleying Hearts: Navigating Love and Insecurities in Twins the Series, Ep. 10

We're heading into the last leg of Twins The Series and I am still loving every second of it. This show has been giving me everything I wanted since the first time I watched the

I might be in the very small portion of viewers that aren't completely frustrated by this show, at least from what I can tell with all the reviews that came out with the latest episode, but that's because I can't wait for shit to hit the fan. I'm actually okay with the fact that they're waiting until episode 11 for the truth to come out, because I predict—I'm really hoping—that the fallout is going to be painful for everyone.

Man, Sprite has been so love-starved since his childhood that I completely understand why he still hasn't come clean to First about who he really is. Yes, it's terrible that he still hasn't confessed and yes, he has had several opportunities presented to do so. But how do you build up that confidence to lose maybe the only one who loves you for being you? The only one that sees you more than just a nuisance? Sprite doesn't have that confidence, he doesn't even have enough self-worth to believe that First would still love him even if he wasn't Zee.

Not only that, growing up Sprite was the more passive twin, he was the people-pleaser out of both of them. He was the one that let kids mock him and his brother. He's the one that tries to smooth over the fallen puzzle, when all he is met with resounding disapproval. Sure, Sprite was able to leave volleyball behind, but it's not exactly like his father had chosen him either, so of course he felt like he was the black sheep. Hell, he'd been doing double practices for two collegiate level sports and his father doesn't even stop to ask him if he's alright. Not even Salmon truly asked if Sprite was okay. Almost everyone in his life has reinforced that it would be better if he was just like Zee.

So Sprite's selfish. He's been starved of love so he hoards the affection like it's precious commodity. He takes what he can get as Zee, because he believes that First will only love him as Zee. Zee is the one that First has history with. Zee is the one that he saw everyday in their club. Sprite is not Zee, his parents have made that abundantly clear with how they lookover Sprite for Zee. If the people who should love him unconditionally prefer Zee, why would First be any different?

And he clings to as much love as he can get from First while being Zee. It’s the way Sprite holds tightly onto First’s neck, as if he’s afraid that if let’s him go, he’ll will disappear. Sprite asks First to not overthink his changing personalities, but First (reasonably) responds that he's not able to do that. Sprite accepts its, but the way his face shifts and his nose twitches tells a different story. Those nose flares are so incredibly subtle, but it really shows where Sprite is at mentally with the conversation, almost as if he’s trying to keep his own insecurities at bay. It's not that he just understands First's words at face value, but also he's self-aware of how losing First is a very real possibility if he were to find out that he's been lying to him this whole time. So he curls himself in more into First, closer to his heart, because for now he does have him.

There's the irony, First loves Sprite because he's Sprite, not because he's Zee. First might be the only one that truly understands even a fraction of what it's like to be cast aside by a parent because of Zee. He's been subjected to Zee's apparent disdain for years, he's been with him competing for his father's attention, only to fall short. He's not their coach's, his father's, favorite, no that's Zee.

And now that "same" Zee that hated him, now showers him with so much love and attention. It's like a dream for First, only that each time that the actual Zee returns without him knowing, that same dream turns into a nightmare. Every insecurity that he had in competing against Zee comes back and he can't help but think that Zee is only fucking with him, metaphorically and literally, to kill the competition. In his eyes, there's no complete security in their relationship, not when Zee goes from hot to cold at a moment's notice and especially not when he sees Zee a little too close to Salmon.

First loves Sprite so much, that he's being tortured by his love because he is being left in the dark. Even when they're together, cuddling after having sex, their minds are so far apart that they can't even truly bask in their love. Each one worrying about two different possibilities and what it means to them and their relationship.

So yeah, Sprite could have and should have come clean about not being Zee. I'm sure later he will later realize that it would have been easier to explain how he was actually Zee's twin, Sprite, than whatever pain they're going to endure when the truth actually comes out. But when you feel undeserving of love, and those around you seem to agree, opting for switching lives may seem like a gentler path.

[cheemscakecat]

Missing in Action

Chapter 1: Morning

Scout is smarter than people give him credit for, and tensions are high after he confronted Spy.

TW: Angsty. Scout’s got some low self esteem.

How’d he figure it out? Scout got asked by a couple of teammates over the next few days. When he’d been dying on the floor and “Tom Jones” showed up, he thought it was real. There was a chance that Jones could be his dad, even if the odds were crap. And he was dead already because Soldier decided to kill him. It made enough sense to Jeremy that his dead dad would come to collect his soul.

But “Heaven” didn’t. Scout was too embarrassed to share what “God” told him, about him and women. It was the fact that he walked into Heaven and Tom wasn’t following him, despite coming to collect him. The fact that Jones got his neck snapped by angels when Scout got close, the fact that he was in the middle of a game and not anywhere near “Heaven’s” entrance.

And there was the fact that he hadn’t died. Medic told him that because of his size, loosing too much blood made him cat-a-tonic. Soldier n Pyro thought he died in Siberia when they went to get Heavy for the same reason. All that bleeding made him hull-you-san-ate, which explained his dumb version of Heaven. It also meant that there was no ghost coming to greet him that day. And there was only one teammate with a dopey disguise kit to pull that crap off.

Jeremy didn’t really sleep that first night back at base. He wished Spy had left him alone until they got to base, so he could chew him out private like. But then again, maybe the others needed to know so they’d be disgusted with Spy too. At least Ms. Pauling hadn’t heard it. She had enough goin on herself. He wished he’d realized what was going on with her on his own, but she had been hidin it real well. Being from Boston and having Ma calling to talk about life, he’d heard about the gays tryin to get their rights. It was good that he understood Pauling’s reasons for keepin secrets, he didn’t wanna be mad at her like he was mad at Spy.

Scout still wished he had a girlfriend. One that did like guys. His brothers drilled it into him that real men don’t hug each other when they get all teary-eyed. And that getting teary-eyed made you a weak little crybaby. The only person at home that would’ve hugged him was Ma, and sometimes she was just too busy chasin them all around. So after 20 years dealing with that, he’d drop dead before he ever went to a teammate for a hug. They mighta laughed in his face, just like his siblings. So he wished he had a girlfriend to hug him, so nobody would make fun’a him for getting comfort.

It didn’t really matter though. He was still the runt, no matter what. He hated Spy for being so **** skinny and fragile. Hated taking after him, instead of any’a the men on Ma’s side of the family. Hated the fact that loosin blood made him look dead and made him think of stupid crap. Hated being a virgin at 27, and being too dumb to identify a lesbian. Scout didn’t know what to do with himself.

**** Saxon calling him a it, like he wasn’t even a human being. At least that “Mags” lady turned Hale down; the selfish ******* deserved it.

No, Jeremy didn’t sleep that night. At breakfast, which Engineer and Heavy threw together, they gave him an extra few strips of bacon. Thankfully he got to enjoy it, since Spy didn’t bother him. Yet.

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A whole lotta planning was going on for fightin BLU as a placeholder job, using the Administrator’s leftover money hoard. Pauling figured she could find someone willing to pay teams to fight, but it might be a while. If BLU and RED ceased to be, most’a them wouldn’t have references at another merc recruitment. She had’ta find something for everyone who wanted the work.

Soldier was planning to marry Heavy’s weird sister, Sniper wasn’t doing too well, Engineer had to get used to Medic and Pyro being around, and they all had to get their things and unpack. It was gonna take a while.

Spy didn’t bother him until that third morning back. He was hovering near Scout’s room out in the hall. Great. At least he didn’t look smug and “better” n everyone when he awkwardly walked up. “Are you in the mood to talk?” Spy asked cautiously. Jeremy just stared back at him in disgust. “What do you think, *****?”

“Okay.” It bothered Scout that his old man thought he’d ever want to talk.

Two more days went by and Spy asked again, this time after dinner. And again 4 days after that, when Jeremy finally told him he’d come talk if he ever felt like it, and to quit asking. Then Spy finally left him alone.

Jeremy sold some of his Tom Jones merch, which was thankfully still mint condition in that craphole Teufort. The people there weren’t trying to hang him anymore, but he still wanted his crap moved. Just being there made his neck prickle and itch, made him remember that goon crowd salivating as he got dropped. Now that Jones had been dead for a while, true-blue collectors were scramblin to buy. Scout kept the best stuff for himself, so he could sell it when he was old as dirt and it would go for more.

It was hard to sort through that collection, but he’d rather sit in a storage unit feeling heartache than deal with Spy. Sent the money back to Ma, shipped his bedroom crap back to base. He found that bein all organized was helpful; it distracted him. He looked for other towns that might have fried chicken and good storage for his collectibles. There was one hours away, if he could get enough motorcycle fuel.

A bunch of people bounced back fast. Whether Spy did or not was the last thing Scout cared to know, but that wasn’t the case for Sniper. He spent a lot of time holed up in that van, more than he used to. Demoman pulled him aside one day and told him why. As much as he hated Spy, he hated the fact that poor Sniper had to hear about it a heck of a lot more.

Stupid, stuck up New Zealand parents. Jeremy made an effort not to whine about Spy around Sniper, it wasn’t fair to him. Ms. Pauling was busier than any of them combined. At least she was smart and useful, two things Jeremy was not. “It’s not like that’s all you ever do.” The woman he loved saw nothing worthwhile in him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever find love. Who would want a loser runt like him, with 7 dumb brothers and a dad who smells like an ashtray?

Just stay busy. Ma’s right, it helps! At least, that’s what he told himself. Four of his brothers had actual wives, the others were not alone like him. Ugh, stop thinking about it! Scout kept working and trying to distract himself, but even being tired from all that wasn’t enough to make good sleep. He had all sorts of dumb freakin nightmares for those first 9 days. Somehow being back on that gallows in Teufort was the worst one.

Day 10 came and Pauling briefed them over the big computer that Engineer built. She deli-gated people to do certain things every other day. She had to do the same for freakin BLU.

“Spy? I need you to gather your things from one of the other bases. You guys are gonna be here for a while.” Spy froze. “Which base is it?” He asked. “Harvest.” That was 4 days away, in freakin Arizona! Not that Jeremy cared. “Alright. I’ll leave in an hour.”

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Scout had a bad feeling that somethin was gonna go wrong. He tried to ignore it, but over the hour it just got stronger and more annoying. He found himself walking to the garage 5 minutes till Spy said he’d leave. He tried not to make eye contact and tinkered with his motorcycle. It’s nothing. Just stop being so weird about-

“Scout?” Spy was way too close, but Jeremy played it cool. “Just workin on this.” He muttered. Spy sighed real shakily and looked away. “Listen.” He begrudgingly looked up.

“I’m going to come back. I promise.” Scout stared up at him blankly. He scoffed and furiously started picking at metal that was fine where it was. Dumb Spy, acting like he’s a kid! Freakin- “I mean it.” Jeremy paused. “I’m going to come back.” Stupid little tears were tryin to form in his eyes. “Whateva.” He choked out. Spy walked away and started his car, which also hadn’t been destroyed in Teufort. And then he left.

Funny. That stupid gut feeling didn’t go away.

[ghostforwhat]

when you’re off of work would you please elaborate on your hannibal service top agenda,,, please my family is starving

i don’t want anyone to starve so obviously I will extrapolate on the service top aspect of Hannibal Lecter o7!! I am going to get so carried away and I apologize in advance.

Alright going to start this off by saying I do think they’re vers but only in regards to each other, I think for canon relationships, Will has a tendency to allow himself to be directed while Hannibal loves to orchestrate. With each other, though, it grows increasingly and alluringly complicated. Arguments could be made and subsequently thrown out depending on what part of the show you’re watching and post fall is an entire free-for-all because you can’t tell me two grown men survive murder-suicide via cliff and then settle into the puritanical rigidity of who tops and who bottoms.

Okay that being said, honestly i could make the case that both of them lean more toward making sure whoever they’re with is getting the most out of the encounter (maybe for different reasons; the popular trope of Will’s empathy causing a sort of blissful feedback loop and in Hannibal’s case, it stands to reason the politeness overlaps with a challenging sort of hedonism, he’s in control and playful about it) but I think that specifically for Hannibal, Will’s reactions are what he’s constantly seeking and then hoarding. Like. Will responding to stimuli that Hannibal presents is basically the premise of the show and Hannibal very clearly gets off on that, maybe not anywhere explicitly but we see shots of his pupils dilating, his gaze always caught on Will, licking his lips, all in response to Will reacting to him. It’s very rare he’s outright hungry at the beginning of a conversation or interaction, he seems to maintain a sense of aloofness until Will snarks or baits or replies or even defers and then, it’s as though he’s desperate to see more. I'm not getting into the whole them eating meals together because I'll devolve very quickly but like. just keep in mind the way Hannibal watches Will eat, as though he savors Will instead of the meal he cooked. Right. Okay. He gets caught up in Will’s responses very quickly, enraptured and almost stupid about it and trying to immediately trigger more which!! Goes hand and hand with him doing very uh lets say unique acts of service (the malewife jokes are only half jokes); the breakfasts & dinners, the driving, the caretaking. Yes all that’s manipulative but to Hannibal, that doesn’t negate that it’s still getting him the responses he wants and that’s also maybe why he’s so quick to say they’re friends because he’s viewing it as a form of relationship building and quite frankly, that is the only way that man knows how to build relationships; he sets himself up as a crutch and then breaks your leg and unfortunately at that point, for Will, for Jack, for Abigail, for Bedelia, for Chiyoh, you are too grateful to be standing that you forget he’s the reason you can’t do it on your own. The others I mentioned learn either very quickly or very (in painful irony) rudely that he is only a crutch as long as he enjoys it, as long as he can benefit from holding you aloft.

However. In Will’s case, he tries to remove himself and finds that it’s him who can’t stand and he’s immediately resentful and desperate to take back that ability, leaving another gift, another act of service, for Will to prove that he can still provide it and detrimentally putting himself on the map for Jack and Mason in the process. He’s so eager to have Will’s response, he waits at his own fucking crime scene. Will gives him what he wants and he’s too overwhelmed to respond with any sort of power or immediate selfishness, he runs again. And then. Muskrat Farms and his surrender. I feel like I don’t even need to explain why that backs up my case here, that man is so so ready to rescue and then surrender all because Will’s involved; two things he’s never done in his entire life, they essentially reduce him to this almost pathetic thing and it doesn’t give him pause at all because again, they’re acts of service whether Will wants them at that point or not. Like Bedelia said it best, he’s obsessed, he wants every reaction, every word, every sigh and curse, he’s very single-minded about getting them and he doesn’t care who he has to hurt, himself or others, to get them. Now, combine all that and the cliff scene and tell me that man doesn’t spend every second they’re in a bed together completely and utterly focused on Will and Will alone.