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thelov3lybookworm · 1 year ago

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Can I ask somthing? You can totally ignore this if you're not comfortable!! Can you write somthing like reader has been SA'ed before and az or cass or Rhys(your choice who) doesn't know this and tries to take things to 3rd base but reader gets really uncomfortable and tells them what she's been through so the bat boy comforts her saying he'll wait however long he has to for her, holding her and then goes all angry psycho on the person who SA'ed her.

(I was SA'ed a few years ago and the 'date' is coming closer that's why I just need somthing to keep my mind distracted. Plzzzz ignore this if you aren't comfortable with it!! I totally understand!)

Finally Safe

Summary: Reader is the youngest of the Vanserra's, but like Lucien, is the daughter of Helion. She has a pretty dark past that she doesn't even want to think about, and so, no one other than she herself knows about it.

When her mate tries to take things further in their relationship, everything she has kept inside herself comes spilling out.

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A/n: Hi my love! I am soo glad that you sent this ask, it makes me so happy (this one is the first fic request I've received! I also feel extremely honored that you chose me for writing such a sensitive topic).

Also, I'm soo sorry that you had to go through that! I've never had any experience with SA or anyone who went through it, so I'm not sure if I can write something that really captures the depth of the situation, but I did listen to a few SA stories and podcasts ('Rotten Mango' podcasts, if any of you wanted to know) and I'll try my best with this.

Also, I've had this story idea for like a year now since I finished reading acosf, so I'm going with Azriel for this one.

Aaand I tried to make it as long as possible, hope it what you wanted to read.

Hope you like it! Enjoy!

Tw: mentions of SA, not graphic torture scene under '•○●⛦●○•', none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

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Everywher her eyes went, there was darkness.

All she could hear, laughter, grunts and disgusting words spewed from equally disgusting mouths.

All she could smell was sweat, her own tears, and things she didn't want to think about.

All she could feel was the nauseating touches of a male she didn't know and the cool ground under her back.

All she could taste was the bile climbing up her throat.

She just wanted it to be over. She just wanted them to leave so she could curl up into a ball and cry herself to sleep.

Why?

She kept asking herself.

Why me?

She would probably never get the answer to it. And even if she did, she'd never understand how someone could do something as horrible as this.

Then she started screaming. As she always did.

•○🌑○•

Y/n jerked up, her chest heaving. She sat up, scooting back towards the headboard and pressing herself against it, tugging the blankets to cover herself as her eyes frantically searched around for any sign of movement in her chambers.

Of course, there was no one, but the fear never went away. Probably never would.

Long moments went by as she tried to calm herself, telling herself that she was safe. That she wasn't in that dungeon anymore. That she was far from it, she was in Day Court.

Her actual father's domain, apparently.

Soon after Amarantha had trapped everyone Under the Mountain, her mother had broken the news to her. That she wasn't Beron's daughter, but Helion's. And then, secretly, over the decades, Helion and Y/n had started to spend more time together. Her father was guilty that he hadn't been there for her when she was a kid, and so the two of them tried to make up for the time they had lost.

Y/n shook her head, laying down again and deciding to atleast try to get some sleep. There was going to be an important meeting in a few hours, and all the High Lords were going to arrive for the meeting. For planning the course of the war against Hybern.

She needed all the sleep she could get as it would be very stressful and she was supposed to be present as her father's Second in Command.

Still, she could not sleep. Knowing she would not be able to sleep anytime soon, she finally stood and made her way to the washing chamber when the watery rays of sunlight filtered in through the window.

She scrubbed herself raw in scalding hot water in hopes of washing away all the phantom stickiness she still felt on her body. After that, she got dressed in a white and golden flowy gown, the colours of Day.

Being the second of command of Helion wasn't the only reason she wrote this colours.

It would also be making a statement. That she had chosen Day Court over Autumn Court.

Beron knew she wasn't his daughter. He also thought that she was picked up from a dumpster. That's what Lady of Autumn had told him.

When she was pregnant with Y/n, she had stayed away from Beron for months, and when she returned, she returned with a newborn, saying she found the baby on the side of a road near a dumping ground. Beron didn't care as long as he was not concerned in the child's upbringing.

After Feyre had ended Amarantha's reign, Y/n had left the Autumn Court, making the excuse that she wanted to settle somewhere else.

And that's how she had ended up in Day. She had tried her best to convince Helion not to do this, as it could put relations between the two courts in jeopardy, especially as Beron would see it as a sign of betrayal. But he didn't care.

Y/n just prayed to the cauldron that the meeting would go without anyone dying.

•○🌑○•

She stepped into the airy meeting area, her dress fluttering around her feet.

The guards outside had informed her that the High Lords from Dawn and Summer Court had arrived quite some time ago, and Night Court had just come just moments before she did.

All eyes went to her, and all the Lords' eyes lit with recognition. She just gave a then a polite smile, before grinning at Rhys, who grinned back and pulled her into a hug.

"She was a friend Under the Mountain." He told his Inner Circle, pulling back from her. She nodded at the members that were present before her eyes landed on an Illyrian standing near a doorway, his eyes alert and on the High Lords.

As if sensing her gaze, he glanced at her. And when he did, everything in the world stopped. At least for Y/n.

Snap.

Her body locked up, her eyes widening. She stared and stared at him. She vaguely heard her name being called, but she couldn't process it.

"Y/n?" Her father touched her arm and she jerked back, gasping. She looked up at him, her eyes frantic. He had a confused smile on his face. She took a deep breath, pulling an indifferent mask on.

"Yes?"

"Are you okay? You look alarmed." She swallowed, glancing at the winged male to see if he had felt it too. By the confusion lacing his featured, he hadn't. She tried not to let her disapointment show.

"Yes. I'm fine."

Her father nodded, unconvinced as he gave her a look that said we'll talk about this.

Then she felt a tap on her mental shields. She opened a pathway and let Rhys in.

What is it? He questioned.

She thought for a moment before answering. Mate.

His eyes lit up and he smiled. That's amazing.

She nodded and walked to her seat, plopping down on it.

As everyone waited for others to arrive, Y/n couldn't help but keep glancing at the male.

Beautiful. He was beautiful.

As the meeting progressed, she kept chiming in with her suggesting but not really paying attention, completely avoiding looking at Beron. She also learned that the male's –her mate's– name was Azriel. She knew she had heard the name before, but couldn't place where.

But she would, soon enough.

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"My dear, what happened back there?" Helion asked as soon as he and his daughter were alone.

She turned to him helplessly. "He–he was–is, my mate."

His brows furrowed. "Azriel?" When she nodded, a smile as bright as the Court he ruled over spread across his face. "You found your mate! You must tell him! Oh Mother, I'll hold a ball in your honor. I–"

"Dad. Who is he?" She would've called him father if not for his very pouty request that she call him dad. Father sounded too formal, according to him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. How could I forget! He's the Spymaster of the Night Court."

Her jaw dropped. "The feared Spymaster of Night Court?" He nodded happily. "Then should we not be scared? Doesn't he have... quite the reputation?"

"That he does, but from what I've gleaned from my centuries, he's a sweetheart with people he cares about. Atleast, that's what Rhysand has been telling me. If he's lying, I'll be very sad."

Y/n couldn't believe it. One of the most feared male in all of Prythian was her mate. Her gods darned mate.

She didn't know how she would tell him, considering she had never had an interaction with him. Still, she'll have to figure it out.

Because, feared or not, he deserved to know.

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After the war.

She had realised that any one of them could die at any moment after the war, and then she'll feel guilt for not telling her mate about the bond. And so, she wanted to get to know him first. She had no idea how she'd do that, but her father did.

The war was over, but that didn't mean that everything was fine. And so, under the excuse of strengthening ties with the Night Court, her father had sent Y/n to help in Velaris. Of course, when she had called his bluff, he had acted innocent and declared he didn't know what she was talking about.

So now, it had been a week off her staying in Velaris, and she hadn't had any sort of conversation with Azriel except for a few polite smiles here and there.

She was in a room right next to Azriel, which Rhys claimed had nothing to do with their bond.

She huffed and turned onto her side, trying to fall asleep.

That was when she felt a panicked tug on the bond. She practically flew out of her bed and into Azriel's room to find him writhing on the bed. It was pitch dark, his shadows frantic.

She quickly made her way towards the bed, realising he was having a nightmare. She gently placed her hand on his bare shoulder, tying to wake him up because she didn't know what else to do.

She shook him slowly so as not to startle him, but when he didn't wake up, she put a little more force into it.

Which was, she realised a little too late, was the wrong thing to do.

One second, she was kneeling on his bed trying to wake him up. The next, she was pinned on the mattress, Azriel snarling in her face, one of his hands wrapped around her throat, the other clutching her hands above her head. But that wasn't what caused her breathing to grow shallow or her instincts to scream at her to flee.

No. It was the fact that she was helpless as she was pressed into the mattress.

Dark dungeons.

Beron's Second in Command sneering at her.

Her screams.

She couldn't breathe she couldn't breathe she—

Suddenly, the weight was lifted from her body, her hands free and the grip around her throat vanishing. She gasped, scrambling to sit up and scoot away from Azriel, who was kneeling in front of her with a horrified expression.

"I– I'm so sorry. I didn't mean–"

Y/n shook her head, trying to find her voice. "It's okay." She rasped.

"Did I hurt you?" She shook her head. He seemed to think for a moment. "Did I scream?" When she shook her head again, his eyes narrowed. "Then how did you know I was having a nightmare?"

She paled. "I just thought you– I didn't..." She knew lying to him would be futile, he was a damned Spymaster for a reason. So she swallowed and told him the truth. "I felt it."

She did not meet his eyes, though he stared at her. "How?"

She stayed silent. A few moments passed before she sighed and tugged on the bond. Gently at first. When he gave no reaction, she tugged harder.

He gasped, leaning forward and clutching his chest, staring at her with wide eyes. It felt like eternity had passed before he finally spoke.

"How–how long have you known?"

She looked at him as she cleared her throat. "Since the High Lords' meeting. Before the war."

"That's why you kept staring at me. Why didn't you say anything?"

"I wanted to get to know you first. I was scared."

He seemed to have regained his composure as he nodded. He stayed quiet for a moment. "Do you– do you want the bond? It's okay if you don't want it. Want me. I know my reputation isn't... the best."

"I want this Azriel. I just want to get to know you more before we accept the bond."

A smile stretched across his face, stealing Y/n's breath away.

"Then... how do you feel about getting dinner tomorrow?"

She smiled. "I would like that. Very much."

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It had been a few months since that night, and Azriel and Y/n had been courting each other traditionally, like they would have if they weren't mates.

They took it slowly. Just last month they had shared their first kiss.

They had told each other everything about their pasts. She knew all about Azriel and he knew all about her. Except that one thing that not even her father knew. It wasn't as if she didn't want to tell him. She just didn't know how to.

As she knocked on the door to his new home, she wondered if she should tell him today. Better late then never, right?

He opened the door, an instant grin spreading on his face as he opened the door wide.

"Welcome home love." He mumbled, kissing her temple as she passed by him. She smiled and set the box in her hands on the corner where the other boxes were. "Dinner's ready."

He had recently bought this house for the two of them. His stuff was already here, and the box Y/n had been carrying was the last of her belongings.

When she had insisted that she could bring her stuff herself and didn't need him, he had declared that he'd be cooking dinner then.

They sat in comfortable silence as they ate. After the plates had been cleared away, he forced her to sit and relax while he did the dishes.

So as she sat on the kitchen counter, she told him of the new book she'd been reading. Soon enough, he had finished his work and was standing between her knees, leaning on his hands on either side of her hips, listening diligently as she finished her story.

"And that, my love, is how they got their happy ending." She flicked his nose.

He sighed. "I wonder if I'll get my happy ending tonight."

She giggled. "And what do you think your happy ending will be?"

"Just a few sweet kisses from my sweet sweet mate."

She laughed and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss.

It was amazing and dreamy, like she had always imagined and wanted her life with her mate to be like.

But the dreaminess of the moment soon started summoning her nightmares as Azriel's hand started to inch higher on her thigh, his other hand tugging her towards the edge of the counter.

Panic flared in her as she placed her hand on his chest, trying to push him away gently.

But then his hand brushed the waistband of her pants, and she pulled away with a gasp, her chest heaving. "No."

His brows furrowed as he searched her eyes. "What happened, darling?"

Tears formed in her eyes as those memories started creeping up on her. "No– not yet Azriel. I–I can't–"

Seeing those tears, his face softened with understanding. "Hey, its okay. We can wait. There's no hurry. Can you tell me what the matter is? Is it something I did?"

She shook her head, taking a deep breath. "A century ago, I was still living in Autumn Court. Beron's Second in Command hated me, for no other reason that I existed, apparently. He was always trying to get me executed or imprisoned. One time, he succeeded. He convinced Beron to throw me in the dungeon because I was being rebellious, according to him. A few days in the dungeon would discipline me. And–and that he would personally look over my imprisonment." As her voice broke on the last part, Azriel's hands clutched her own and squeezed.

She swallowed. "He... he did overlook my imprisonment. Quite personally too."

He searched her eyes, his face hard. "The guards? They did nothing?"

She laughed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "They enjoyed watching him... discipline me." She wiped her face with her sleeves. "I'm so sorry, you have to wait because of me–"

He shushed her. "One thing I always want you to remember is that it wasn't ever your fault. It was his. Never apologise for someone else's mistakes." She sniffled as he pulled her into his arms, her head resting on his shoulders as she wound her hands around the back of his shoulders. He clasped the back of her neck as his other hand rubbed her back. He then carried her to their new bedroom, while she clung to him like a child, all the while murmuring about how it wasn't her fault.

He sat her down on the bed, helped her change into her night clothes before laying her down and settling down next to her. She lay her head n his chest, breathing in his calming scent.

"Can you tell me his name, love?"

"Orvyn."

She could feel him nod. She wondered why he asked, but couldn't think straight as sleep started creeping in.

She would ask him tomorrow, she decided.

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Azriel's pov.

He was alert as the footsteps became louder and louder, until that bastard came into view. Azriel wanted to gut him like a fish, but that would not calm his rage. So he calmly stepped out of his shadows, only enough that he could be heard without having to shout.

"Orvyn?" He questioned. The blonde male turned, squinting to make out who had called his name. "Are you the Second in Command?"

Azriel watched as his chest puffed at the mention of his title. "Yes. That's me. Who might you be?"

Then Azriel stepped completely away from the darkness concealing him and smirked. He prowled closer, noticing how fear entered Orvyn's eyes, and how he refused to back down.

But while he was busy staring at the Spymaster, he failed to notice the shadows winding around his legs and arms. When Azriel was close enough to him, he whispered. "Your death."

Orvyn's eyes widened as he opened his mouth to scream, but before he could even take a breath, Azriel had winnowed the both of them away to the dungeons. The place where his mate had been kept.

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As the darkness cleared from his vision, he found that his shadows had already bound Orvyn to the wall, keeping him standing. Some of them held his hand next to his head while some had bound his mouth so he couldn't scream. And some had already gone to keep an eye on anyone who might be coming near, sealing the ears of the guards nearby.

Azriel smiled at Orvyn as he whispered. "Where shall we start?" He pulled out Truth–Teller and placed it near his fingers. "Here? I think that's a good idea."

And then, as slowly as he could, he cut off the bastard's fingers. The stench of piss hit the air. "What is this? I thought you were supposed to be very brave and powerful. What happened now? If you're crying and pissing yourself now, I wonder what you'll do when I carve your dick out. I'll do that, then maybe even take your eyes as souvenirs. What do you say? Oh, and also, I want you to know that I'm not doing this because I'm being paid for it or anything. I just found out you assaulted my mate. Remember? Her name was Y/n."

His eyes were wide in recognition as tears started streaming down his face and Azriel clicked his tongue. He pulled out another ordinary dagger from his array of weapons and stabbed it in his thigh.

Then he placed Truth–Teller on his face and set to work.

•○🌑○•

Y/n's pov.

She groaned as she blinked the sleep from her eyes and stretched her hand out in search of her mate's warm body. But all she came across were cold sheets.

She was confused as she sat up and looked around for any indication of where he might be. He would have left a note if he was going for work. Maybe he was in the kitchen.

So she got up and waddled down the stairs, hunting for her mate. But she couldn't find him anywhere in their home.

Where was he?

Just then, she heard the front door opening and she rushed to meet Azriel. She had already expected him to be out, and he had returned now. Maybe he'd been running some errands.

What she hadn't expected was for him to be covered in blood.

"Cauldron boil me! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" She asked, trying to usher him into the bathing room.

"What makes you think I'm hurt?" He raised an eyebrow.

She faltered. "Well, first of all, you look like you just took a swim in a pool of blood. Forgive me for expecting the worst." She began turning on faucets and filling the tub for him, adding oils into it before turning to him. Hurt or not, he would want to take a bath.

"I could have been doing my Spymaster things." He said, stripping and stepping into the water, sighing.

"Whenever you leave for work, you leave a note. Where were you, Azzie?"

"Just having some fun." When she continued to glare at him, he finally told her. "Hunting down bastards." She raised a brow. "Second in Command. Orvyn."

Her eyes widened. "What did you do to him?" He ignored her. "What did you do Azriel?"

So he told her everything in detail, so much so that she wanted to gag even as pride surged in her for her amazing mate. When he finished, he stood and toweled off, coming to stand in front of her.

She sighed. "Don't you think this could strain the already fragile relations between Night and Autumn? Beron could decide to attack–"

He grasped her jaw and tilted her head back as he leaned closer. "Y/n, I do not care about any of that."

"Are you sure? I remember you saying that you would do anything for this Court."

"Night Court is important for me, but not as much as you and your happiness. The whole of Prythian could go to hell if it meant you would be happy. Just say the word and I'd set the world on fire for you, my love."

Wetness gathered in her eyes and she furiously swiped at them. He pulled her hands away, smiling softly. "I don't want to cry." She choked out. He laughed and pulled her in for a hug. She wrapped her arms around him so tight she wondered if he would choke.

But he didn't do anything other than hug her back just as fiercely.

And finally, after all these years, Y/n felt like she was safe. Nothing could hurt her as long as she had her mate.

And she couldn't ask for anything more.

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 1 year ago

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(Genshin Impact) Yae, Eula, and Lumine with an extremely drunk S/O

Yae can barely contain her laughter as she listens to her S/O incoherently ramble.

(Yae) "I see, do speak up so everyone can know what you think this 'beautiful fox of a woman', she sounds like a real charmer."

Now their rambling is shouting out to the entirety of the shrine, her hand covering her mouth with much she's chuckling.

As hilarious as this whole event was, it did tickle her heart. They really did care about her and the relationship. Perhaps it'd behoove her to vocalize her love for them.

Shouting it out to the entirety of Inazuma however will more likely not be part of that plan.

If S/O asked her about last night when they became sober, Yae will just simply state with a smug grin:

(Yae) "Oh, it wasn't too eventful. You might want to ask one of the shrine maidens if you'd like a recollection."

Eula goes completely red as she puffs her cheeks, hearing S/O's needless praise about her.

(Eula) "You've clearly drank too much if you can't even recognize me."

Sighing as she takes their drink away, she has to bear with S/O telling Eula how great their girlfriend Eula is.

If only she was drunk enough to not have to deal with this. Though considering what she was like according to some others, perhaps it's best she is sober.

But...This wasn't unpleasant to hear S/O's inner thoughts about her.

Just embarassing.

Eula carries them effortlessly in her arms back home, a smile slowly growing once they're out of the public eye.

(Eula) "...What did I do to deserve you?"

Though the remark sounded hurtful, her cadence would tell otherwise.

Lumine was very glad they gotten drunk inside her teapot room, and Paimon was already passed out to hear any of it.

But with Lumine getting to hear how great she was, her chest puffed up in confidence.

(Lumine) "Really? Tell me more about your super cool girlfriend, I insist!"

Failing to contain her laughter, she listened with great enthusiasm as a hint of red flushed onto her face.

She knew S/O loved her, but not to this extent.

More importantly, just how strong was this drink Diluc taught her?

Lumine swore that it would get them buzzed, not so drunk to the point they couldn't even realize the blonde they were rambling to was in fact, their girlfriend.

Oh well, this was funny so she'd save this drink for a rainy day.

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missnight0wl · 10 days ago

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I wasn't going to complain about Agatha All Along finale, but you know what? I will complain. Because it still bothers me, and I still don't really understand…

What exactly was the point of making The Road Billy's creation?

To be clear, "having cool pop culture references and a surprising twist at the end" is not the answer I'm looking for. What it did for the story? Because I honestly feel like it did nothing. In fact, The Road was kinda unnecessary in general.

Let's start with Billy himself. Billy wanted to go to The Road to find Tommy. Did The Road end up helping him with that? No. Sure, he did give Tommy's soul a body, so you can argue it's even more important because it'll allow him to find him. However, it was possible because of Agatha. And here you can argue that Agatha agreed to help Billy because of their bonding on The Road. But I'm just not convinced it couldn't have happened under different circumstances, y'know?

Moving to Alice, here you can say that The Road allowed her to see her generational curse in physical form and therefore break it. But I think what was really important for Alice was that she finally had her coven by her side. That they were like: "Girl, your generational curse SUCKS, but you're not crazy, and we're gonna help you deal with it". Alice said it herself, that she thought the curse was not real, that she was just a screw-up. Now she finally could face it while having support. This, plus Agatha making her realise the truth about Lorna's protection, of course. So, again, did we really NEED The Road for all of this?

Lilia's story was beautiful, and Lilia herself is perfect. But again, it was the coven that was crucial for her. Sure, her path was very closely connected to The Road, but at the same time, I don't feel her story couldn't have been told without it.

Jen's arc was also great, but once more, was The Road really needed to tell that story? Couldn't she catch Agatha's suspicious behaviour under different circumstances and therefore conclude she was the one who'd bound her?

Imagine this. After the ritual in episode 2, the door doesn't show up, but the coven somehow manages to escape the Salem Seven. The thing is that now it's very clear from the beginning that they're after all of them, not just Agatha. Because remember that after they entered The Road in the show, they commented on the Salem Seven, and they acknowledged that they're after Agatha. Only later it became clear that no, they wanted to get the whole coven. Anyway, the point is that they escaped somehow. Now somebody wants to leave because screw that, but eventually, they all agree that they'll be somewhat safer if they stay together. Billy of course is still fascinated by The Road, so he wants to find out why the ritual failed. The rest decide that if they’re already in this, they might as well try to investigate it. And Agatha still needs to play along because otherwise, she'd have to reveal her scam. If the show went in this direction, would it really have to be significantly different, story-wise? I honestly think it wouldn't.

Don't get me wrong, I love the practical set they had for The Road, the themed trials and whatnot. But I really don't like the implications connected to the fact that it was created by Billy (or rather Billy's mind). And I'm not even talking here about people actually dying. I appreciate that Billy freaked out about this realisation, but I also have to admit that Agatha kinda had a point that she was the one who killed Alice, and Lilia chose to die. It's a bit different with Sharon, but I'll come back to that a little later. The thing is that, in my opinion, what Billy should actually freak out about are all the visions from Jen's trial – which are not addressed at all, for some reason. Because… how are we even supposed to interpret it? I saw people saying that they were also created by Billy's mind since earlier Jen mentioned the rumours about Nicky, and Billy talked with Alice about her mother (hence Agatha's vision of the Darkhold and Alice's of Lorna being unwell). However, Lilia didn't mention her Maestra at all, and Jen said nothing about the mysterious doctor at that point. So, how would Billy create their visions? It has to mean that:

he subconsciously scanned their minds to get the information, or

he "gave" The Road enough power that it became semi-conscious (and therefore it created the visions on its own).

I assume the second option is closer to the writers' intention, but… it's pretty fucked up. Because it means that Billy basically created a sophisticated torture device that uses very personal and intimate information against you. And unlike Wanda – who created her Hex because of OVERWHELMING GRIEF – Billy kinda did it… just because. To be clear, I'm not saying that Billy wasn't under stress, or that he didn't really care about finding Tommy. But you have to admit it wasn't quite the same level of emotions that Wanda felt when she created the Hex. Interestingly, Billy's emotions matter again when he shows his Wiccan powers after Alice's death. But creating a psychological torture device? I guess being scared of the Salem Seven is enough. Well, to be fair, their appearance was scary as fuck, and I'd probably shit myself in that situation. Still, it somehow doesn't feel comparable to Wanda's grief or Billy's own grief later on.

Also, I think the visions become especially problematic when you look at Sharon. Because while it's the only vision we didn't see, the implication was pretty clear that she's reliving the moment when Mr Davis was choking in Wanda's Hex. Something that Billy's mother put her through. In fact, it's basically the last thing she experienced in her life because she passed out right after that. She kinda woke up for a moment when she drank the antidote (I think?), but then she just died. And Billy had to figure out what she saw, more or less, right? Ralph told him what it was like to be trapped in Wanda's Hex. And mind you, while it was Agatha who dragged her along, it was the wine created by Billy's mind that directly killed her. With all of that in mind, it almost feels weird to me, that it's all summarised with "Who's Sharon?" joke. I know it's Marvel and whatnot, and I actually don't mind this joke in general. It's kinda funny, really. But it does feel different with the reveal that it was Billy all along.

Also, there was this part in The Wrap interview where Jac Schaeffer said:

The road and our show is practical is because Billy Maximoff is a baby witch. And he can’t be creating thousands and thousands of miles of forest. So he created a backdrop, and he created forced perspective, and he created models, and all of the practicality of our sets is because of him, and because of his limitations of physically creating this world underground, underneath Westview.

(The whole thing can be found here.) And I get what she means in this context. Truth be told, it's a pretty damn cool thought. But at the same time, I feel like you can't really say "Oh, he's a baby witch" and "He can create complex devices that will torture you with your most personal fears, without even trying". I mean, I can't be the only one who feels those ideas are kinda contradicting.

Also, speaking of the visions from episode 3 being ignored, I have to point out something else about Jen's trial. All other trials have quite a lot of references to Billy and his room in particular. In Jen's case, though… we pretty much have just that one picture.

And they're not even that similar. I guess the amazing kitchen in the house can also be seen as a reference to Mr Kaplan who apparently loves to cook, but in comparison to other trials, it still feels... underwhelming. Almost like an afterthought. Now, am I saying that it's proof that Billy creating The Road wasn't the original plan for the show? No, I'm not. But I do find it interesting, and the more I think about it, the more episode 3 feels separated from the rest. I know a lot of people also feel that way about episode 1, because it focuses so much on the Darkhold (which basically leads to nowhere). And I do agree with that, too. I dunno, it just seems that there might've been some changes along the way or something.

Honestly, I probably wouldn't talk about all of that, but my issue is that The Road being created by Billy basically adds nothing to the story. Yes, it shows us that Billy is very powerful, but as I pointed out, it's somewhat inconsistent. They could've at least continued the plot of Billy's identity crisis. Remember his question during Lilia's trial: "Am I William or am I Billy?"? I don’t know about you, but to me, it felt like a pretty damn important question. And I really thought that a part of William might still be in Billy. Yes, I know his death in the accident seemed pretty definite with his heartbeat stopping and all, but I still hoped there's something left. Maybe not a soul, but rather an echo of a soul, or memory. It could explain why Billy left everything in his room and just added new things to it. It was not only out of respect, but also because William was never really gone. Also, if you showed me William and then Billy, without the accident scene, I’d totally buy that it's the same character. They're both just… good geeky eggs. And before the finale, I really thought that the ritual with Agatha might be about joining William Kaplan and Billy Maximoff into one person: Billy Kaplan. Now, the creation of The Road would be a pretty good representation of such an identity crisis. Because it was created with Billy's power, but it was built with things that William loved. And the conclusion of such journey for Billy would be that he's just both, William and Billy. Even Jac's comment becomes quite heartwarming in this context because it could be said that baby witch Billy was just playing with William's toys. On top of that, it could (and should!) lead to the scene where the Kaplans finally learn what really happened. Because they do deserve to know. They're amazing people, and I really don't think it would make them turn against Billy, but they just should know that their son is gone.

But nope, the whole identity crisis was kinda dropped…

That being said, if it was entirely up to me, I'd just say The Road is a real thing. They could even keep all of the references from Billy's room and all. They'd just have to say that there's some kind of mystical connection between WICCAN and The Road. I mean, we know there is a prophecy about the Scarlet Witch in MCU, so why not add another one? Especially that Wiccan's statue was at Wundagore. In fact, it could even still work with Agatha's scam plotline. I see two explanations for that (and they can work together):

Agatha was never able to access The Road because it's accessible only if (future) Wiccan is with you.

Agatha was never able to access The Road because she never cared about gathering the proper coven. Unfortunately for her, this time Lilia forced her to get the proper coven by giving her the list. And jokes on her for trying to cheat again with Sharon because Billy was always meant to be the last member. Also, something caught my attention during the Agatha through the Ages montage. Every time other witches blast Agatha, they use the same colour lighting. I realise that it's just a technical simplification made because it doesn't matter. HOWEVER, when we look at "our" coven, they all use different colours. Agatha obviously has her purple, Alice has orange-y, Billy gets blue, Jen's is pinkish. We don't see much of Lilia, but when Agatha tries to provoke them to blast her in her basement, you can notice that her hands spark with yellow. So, again, I know it's meaningless, but it could be used as an explanation.

Now, what about Nicky in this scenario? Well, I really don't want to erase Nicky creating the song with his mum. I'm not gonna lie, it was touching. But… what if Nicky was showing early signs of divination powers? And by that I don't mean that he knew the song he creates with his mum will eventually open The Road someday etc. But maybe he saw glimpses of The Road in his dreams and that inspired him? The rest could stay all him and Agatha. I don't think it'd take away from it, but I do find it a pretty fun idea, mostly because Agatha seems to be quite sceptical about divination. I mean, she actually says that Tarot is a scam. So, imagine her realising that her little boy could've grown up to be a divination witch. I dunno, it's quite an interesting possibility, in my opinion.

And yes, it'd mean that Agatha accidentally created the ritual to access that real place. Or hell, maybe the song never mattered. I mean, you know how in "Turning Red", Mr Gao says that they have to sing from their hearts during the ritual, but it doesn't matter what? It could work like that!

Anyway, there's one more thing that bothers me. And that is… how the hell Agatha figured out that The Road is Billy's creation? Yes, I know that she knew it's not real, and therefore somebody had to create it, but how she connected it to Billy, exactly? Like, girl… You've been trapped in Wanda's spell for the last three years. Somebody might've physically dug that whole thing under your house as a prank on you, and you wouldn't know it. I realise that Billy's sigil might've made her think of Billy, but… it was more of a lucky guess than a deduction if you ask me. And I really don't like it. Because keep in mind that Agatha didn't see all the things in Billy's room which helped the audience to figure it out in advance. And what bothers me the most is probably the inclusion in the reveal that moment when Billy says: "It's exactly how I imagined it!", to which Agatha replies: "It suits you". Which basically implies that she was suspecting him back then already, as soon as they entered The Road. But like… HOW?? I'm sorry, but if you asked a group of goth teens how they imagine a place called "The Withes' Road", I bet a big part of them would describe a similar image to what we saw at the very beginning of The Road.

I just wish there was something that could give Agatha this idea. But as I said, it feels more like a guess. Like, why she doesn't suspect Rio, for example? I know that Rio most likely knows The Road isn't really, and that Agatha knows that she knows. But there's at least more to support it, in my opinion. I mean, the last time they saw each other, they agreed that Rio would wait until Agatha got her purple back, right? And look at that, how convenient: here's something that IN THEORY can do just that! And why Agatha enters The Road without thinking about it twice? Because of the Salem Seven. And who sent the Salem Seven?

I am very biased about this idea because I actually had a theory that Teen and Rio worked together to get Agatha to The Road – but like I said, there's at least something to support it! And yes, I know Agatha admits she wasn't "sure sure" at first, but at the same time, she doesn't mention any other possibilities. I dunno, it's just… eh. Perhaps it wasn't an afterthought as much as with Jen's trial, but I'd say it's still missing… something.

So, I guess that's it. My main issues with Agatha All Along finale. It's just… underwhelming and quite disappointing. Maybe it's because I genuinely enjoyed the first seven episodes. I really want to appreciate it for what it is, but it still feels more like it was done for the sake of the reveal than because it served an actual purpose.

#long post #mcu #agatha all along #agatha harkness #billy kaplan #billy maximoff #william kaplan #wiccan #rio vidal #alice wu gulliver #lilia calderu #jennifer kale #sharon davis #nicholas scratch #analysis post

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random-gamer1942 · 2 months ago

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This morning I randomly remembered my first ever fanfic thingy that I made a few months ago, an sbg wild west au. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but I got some sudden inspiration, so I'm reposting it here and continuing it

Trainwreck Graveyard

(1/7) The train that was

The sun sat high in the sky, broiling the dry land below. Standing on this scorched earth was a silent figure. Twin flame-colored braids going down until her waist, just barely resting on the twin six-shooters holstered to her belt - like sticks of dynamite ready to blow after the wick's flames caught up to them. It'd be hard to tell just what she might do with those things if it wasn't for the star-shaped golden badge on her uniform

Though many others awaited the locomotive, none dared approuch her. Few ever did, and of those few, even fewer didn't end up regretting it. If her cold gaze didn't scare them away, the cold steel of a barrel between their eyebrows would. Sure, some would call it harsh, but if it scares away outlaws that's simply what must be done

Choo chooo, the approuching train broke the quiet atmosphere that usually seemed to follow her. As it came to a halt and it's doors opened, the crowd started pouring into the different cabins, with many taking the spots they had grown accustomed to

But when the woman with hair red as the morning sun found her usually mostly empty cabin, two strange faces sat there, almost waiting for her

One was a large man with dark hair, who attempted to avoid eye contact. The other however, adorned with hair light as the sands of the desert, looked straight at the figure approuching him. And when met with her cold gaze, he returned a warm smile

They're clearly travelers, she thought to herself. She decided to just sit down and hope that they wouldn't start a conversation. I mean, they surely wouldn't be foolish enough to-

"Howdy there Miss, pleased to meet ya. The name's Aiden, and this here's my cousin Benjamin. He don't speak much, but don't mind 'em. Say, what might I call you?"

He didn't seem like a bad guy per se, but that smile of his unsettled her

"Ashlyn, sheriff 'round these parts. I'd prefer if you didn't-"

"Sheriff? That could be interestin', oh I bet ya. Doncha think so, Ben?"

"..."

"Well, could be excitin', right? Wild chases, held at gunpoint. Might even get arrested!"

How casually he said these things, with that same smile on his face, were concerning. She had to get him to settle down before he did anything he'd regret

"You. I don't take kindly to strangers taking my seat, starting all sorts of chatter, 'n speaking over me. I suggest stayin' silent for the rest of the ride, if you value getting to see another mornin'."

"Ooh, curious indeed. Well, how're ya gon' make me?" He squinted his eyes and smiles just a bit more

"Well, lemme put it like this...", she drew the pistol out of her right holster, letting it spin around her finger once before placing the barrel in front of his forehead, "...whether you shut that trap of yours or not, you'll end up silent somehow."

He leaned forward slightly, his forehead now touching the suprisingly cool metal of the revolver. "Oh, will I now? In that case, please show me Miss, cuz I clearly ain't picking up what yer puttin' down."

She flinched when he moved closer. She'd seen many cowardly back off, and some stubbornly stand their ground, but get closer? Did he have a death wish or something? It didn't make any se-

BOOM

A loud explosion rang through the cart. The sheriff dropped her gun and clutched her ears, barely able to stand upright

"Oh, seems like our cue to go", the man said, with his red eyes glinting in the midday sun. "I did truly enjoy our little chat, sheriff. Hopefully I'll cya soon!"

He grabbed his cousin by the wrist and dashed to the back of the cart, which now had a giant hole in it.

The sheriff grasped for her other shooter, but by the time she was looking past the barrel, they had already jumped onto a set of horses and rode off

And it was then that our sheriff realized her quiet life just might get a bit more interesting...

(2/7) Ready to go

#Trainwreck Graveyard #random writing #sbg #sbg (webtoon)#fanfic

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theguardianace · 7 months ago

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Can I politely ask you to elaborate on the Aroace Nene fic you talked about some time ago? Or just simply how you see her in your brain after finding out she's aroace? If it's not much to ask, of course

OMG YES YES YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! absolutely. i will ramble about aroace literally anybody on the drop of a dime this is one of the best anons to get actually

nene's story is actually the one i have the least about, to be perfectly honest. i have a plot for both emu and tsukasa's stories, but haven't quite figured out one for nene. honestly, i think nene's the type of aroace to not really... care about it that much. she'd never cared about love or romance to begin with, so when she realized it was because she was aroace, it was mostly like "hm. cool. im gonna go play animal crossing now".

as for finding out... i think it would have happened in middle school, back when she was Online Gamer Nene TM full time. with how much she loves games and storytelling, it really only makes sense she'd want to engage with fandom content like fics. however, just... seeing the way people sexualize her favorite characters, or only write/draw shipping content... she didn't care for it. she didn't want to engage with that. not that there was anything wrong with it! people can do whatever they want with fictional game characters. she just. didnt care about it herself. which led to her feeling even more isolated even within her favorite hobbies. i think this would sort of lead her to playing a variety of games so she doesn't have to worry about getting absorbed in fandoms she doesn't care to be a part of. she still checks, every once in a while. for games that she really likes. i think its through this that she eventually stumbles across a popular aroace headcannon, goes "what", googles it, and is like "wow. thats me. sick". and then moves on

but like. even when she's moved on. it's still really nice to know, yknow? it explains why she felt like the odd one out not wanting to ship stuff, or even care to entertain it. there's people out there just like her. it makes her less anxious, a little more sure of herself.

she doesn't ever tell anyone. not even rui. (i mean, they hadn't talked in ages. how is she supposed to? "hi, we havent had a genuine conversation in years, how are you? by the way i discovered im aroace and you probably don't know what that means and honestly i dont really care about it myself. have a good day".) (and once they do start talking again, it just... never came up. she never felt the need to, and he never felt the need to ask.) until my epilouge chapter where they all end up coming out like WHAT WERE ALL AROACE THATS SO SILLY anyways

in casual life, i think nene would have been the type for adults to go "oooh, you have a crush on him, don't you? look at you, all red and shy just thinking about him" when shes simply Just Like That. it was really annoying. she knew she didn't like them like that and that was that. but shes too scared to say that so she just took it. definitely didn't help the "nene needs to learn how to make friends" department. honestly, her only relief from it was with rui- both her parents and the kamishiro parents recognized that the two really did care about each other, but it wasn't like that. also no way in hell they're ruining the one friendship their kids have.

later with emu, i don't think there was any point where people even considered a romance, at least not at first glance. it wasn't like people at school even knew about emu (minus when she snuck in, but why would this hyperactive pink thing be looking for that shy second year?). and people walking the streets didn't really assume they liked each other like that since they were two girls. nene's mom was a little curious if they were dating since emu comes over so often and is so physically affectionate, but she never really pressed. she was mostly just happy nene has friends over that aren't just rui. (also, emu's aroace too, so nothing in her demeanor even made nene consider it could have been romantic. shes just Emu.)

for tsukasa, it's a similar thing. by the time people have realized the two are friends, nene's confident in herself and her feelings enough to shut down the people who would even dare assume she likes a buffoon like that star in that way. there's those people that go "oh but you're mean to him and girls are mean to boys when they have a crush on them" but she's tough enough to go "ew" and move on. (she did complain about it a little to rui on a walk home once. if he ended up in her classroom the next day to "grab her for lunch" and weaponize his dangerous reputation to intimidate them when she wasn't looking, it was sheer coincidence.)

also, i think out of the four, nene falls most on the loveless scale. tsukasa, emu, and rui are all beings made of love despite the fact they don't fall in it. nene's a bit different. she cares about her friends, and she's super good at making them (despite what she thinks), but she doesn't really... love them. not in the ways people usually want to describe love. she would kill a man for them in a heartbeat, don't get me wrong. she just experiences those sorts of feelings differently. it's care, and determination, and hope, and happiness, but not... love. not completely.

anyways aroace gamer nene so real fic will happen once i figure out how to tie these ideas to a plot 👍

#i say i dont have much on aroace nene and then drop this #lol #ace answers an ask!

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scarthefangirl · 1 year ago

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My job

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Request: I realize your request are opening soon so here's my request. Most of the time I don't make requests but I have a request. Can you do like a Peter Parker x sick reader. Where like Peter was doing night patrol and came home to the reader asleep on the floor in the bathroom but like whining in her sleep because her head and stomach hurts. So Peter picks them up and they hug him so tight and tells him it hurts. Peter does everything in his power to make it stop hurting

Warnings: Throwing up, sickness, doctors mentioned, idk what else

Story type: Imagine

A/N: I didn't revise this lol and ik its not great but I'm just now starting to write again so cut me some slack lol

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Peter had been gone the last couple hours, so Y/N was assuming something came up. Most nights she'd spend worrying while she did tasks to keep herself busy waiting for him to come home. She always stresses out after an hour passes, over thinking, watching the news, checking social media, constantly on the look out. Tonight however, her mind had yet to linger to Peter. Instead there she was, lying on the bathroom floor clutching her stomach. It had started this morning with a headache and slight stomach pain. Y/N knew it wasn't period cramps so she wasn't sure whay the cause was. Progressively throughout the day the pain got worse. It isn't nausea but more like a stabbing pain, and a horrible throbbing headache.

The reason she was on the bathroom floor was because the carpet and bed and couch were all too warm and soft. The cool comfort of the hard bathroom floor was better, at least until Peter got home. Y/N was whining as she fell as sleep, curled up in a ball. Her hair was messy and pulled back in a messy bun and she was wearing her pajamas. After some time she fell into a restless sleep, figuring Peter will be home soon.

It was 1 am before Peter arrived home, and he was careful to be very quiet as he entered the house. When he noticed Y/N wasn't up waiting for him he got slightly worried because normally, she would be waiting anxiously on the couch or in the dining room for him. He walked to the bedroom and was even more alarmed when he noticed Y/N wasn't in bed. He made his way to the bathroom and his heart dropped at the sight of his girlfriend on the floor, groaning and whining in her sleep. She looked so uncomfortable and Peter couldn't help the panic rising in his chest.

"Y/N, Y/N, wake up," he shook her gently. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing the bloodshot appearance inside them. Her bags were heavy and she looked greenish. "You look- rough." Peter admitted.

"Gee, just what I wanted to hear." Y/N attempted sarcasm, but she felt dizzy as she spoke. Peter noticed and immediately grabbed her hair as she threw up in the toilet. It hurt him to see her in so much discomfort.

When Y/N finished she leaned onto Peter. He went to get here water, leaving her alone again. He hurriedly returned and as she drank the water he quizzed her.

“What’s wrong? How long have you been feeling like this? What are your symptoms?” He rambled. I just sat in his lap and cuddled into him.

“I woke up not feeling well and it just got worse. I have a horrible migraine and stomach ache.” I mumbled into him. He petted my hair and rocked a little.

“Do you want to go to the doctor baby?” He asked but I shook my head. “Okay… Let’s wait a day or two and see if it passes before going to the doctor, unless it becomes unbearable.” I could tell he wanted me to go now but wasn’t going to push. He took me to the bedroom after a bit and laid me down in the bed. “Are you hot? Cold? Do you need a blanket? I can take some of your clothes off if you’re too hot.”

“Peter, as much as you want to strip off my clothes, I’m okay.” I attempted a smile but it was tiny. He laughed and felt my forehead. He went to the bathroom and ran water over a washcloth. When he put it on my forehead it made me shiver slightly from the coolness. All of a sudden Peter had thrown a blanket over me. I noticed his pacing around, trying to think of ways to help. He’d say the water by my bedside and turned the television in our room off.

“Peter.” I whispered, he immediately turned towards me, ready to do whatever I needed. “Just lay with me.” I told him. He nodded and got in next to me, cuddling against me.

Throughout the night I got up to puke quite a bit. Peter was always there, holding my hair back for me and giving me water, telling me how good I was doing. The next day he told me I needed to go the doctor because my condition wasn’t getting better. He held my hand as we walked into the room. I was struggling to walk.

I left with antibiotics and was told to stay in bed as much as possible for the next two weeks. “Peter don’t make this bed rest some big thing.” I voiced slightly on our way home.

“I make no promises.” He told me. If it wouldn’t have caused me pain, I’d have groaned. Luckily my migraine subsided by the third day on antibiotics. I was left with a horrible stomach ache and throwing up every half hour.

Peter helped me for the two weeks and when I was bored out of my mind he always cheered me up. He would watch movies, play games, read to me, buy me little gifts. He made meals, or attempted to, for me often. He would also order in if that’s what I wanted.

Soon enough I was finally able to live like normal. I hugged Peter after my appointment to confirm so. He kissed me sweetly and I happily kissed back.

“Thank you for taking care of me, my love.” I grinned up at him.

“Anytime, beautiful.” He smiled back. “It’s my job.”

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the-cat-at-the-theatre-door · 1 year ago

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"You're so pretty."

Victoria's movements are soft, half formed, as though she'd not quite thought the action out before it started. She feels her ears heat up with embarrassment. It had been happening more often lately - moving before she can think clearly, as though dealing with two separate entities within herself, brain and heart. Perhaps Jennyanydots' amused diagnosis of "twitterpated" was not too far off the mark; there had certainly been enough reasoning to back it up.

Plato blinks, slow and confused, as though being pulled from a dream. And perhaps he was; he'd been staring at Victoria for the better part of an eternity, focused, but very clearly somewhere else. He did that sometimes - disappear somewhere she couldn't quite follow him, eyes hollow and dark. Victoria wishes she knew where he went; perhaps one day he'd tell her.

The staring, she couldn't fault, however; she'd been staring at him right back.

"What?" he asks, furrowing his brow.

"Pretty," Victoria signs again, submitting to having been caught, exaggerating the movement so he'd get it. Perhaps he'd been half paying attention, and only seen the tail end. "You're very pretty."

Plato wasn't much for laughing, Victoria had come to know - smiling, yes; Plato had developed such an easy smile over the year spent with them when they could coax it out of him. Laughing, on the other paw, not particularly, though he was never able to put quite into words why that was. Perhaps he was self conscious of the way it sounded; perhaps he hadn't much in regards to a sense of humour.

Be that as it may, for some reason, that affirmation plasters bewildered scrunches between his brows and his eyes practically disappear under his eyelashes. It even gets that odd, wheezing noise he'd make when particularly amused.

The queen could only be partially annoyed and a teeny bit embarassed - he was very handsome when he smiled, afterall, one fang hanging slightly lower than the other. An in consequential flaw that did nothing, Victoria thinks, flustered, than make him even prettier.

Victoria huffs. "What's funny?"

Plato tosses the motion back haphhazardly, as though brushing the thought aside. "You're funny."

"Not funny." Victoria frowns. "I'm serious."

Plato sobers immediately, smile gone as quickly as it came - it's like a candle being blown out; a night and day difference. The temperature in the clearing seems to cool as he continues to study her. There is an undeniable feeling creeping at the back of Victoria's neck that she may have mis-stepped somewhere, but all she'd said was...

She presses on, feeling an ache begin deep in her chest. She repeats herself, motions firm. "You're very pretty."

"I am not," he says after a long moment. There is an expression on his face that is difficult to read - he does not look embarrassed or pleased, even humbly so; he almost looks as though he is about to cry.

"Yes you ar-"

"You-" he points at her firmly, cutting her off, jaw set. The motion towards her is quick and harsh as a result, unsheathing his claws in the process. He startles as she does, horrified, staring at the space that has swelled between them; he is a breath away from scratching her.

"You," He points to her again after a moment, claw carefully pulled back this time. "Are very pretty. Not me. Look." He motions to the whole of himself, as though that were enough to dissuade her feelings. It only steels her resolve further.

"You look-" she insists, touching her paw pads to the delicate skin of his cheek to demonstrate. Plato flinches as though she'd hit him in retaliation; it looks to have been a struggle for him to resist moving away, but the desire is clearly there. There is fear burning in his eyes -anger and remorse and upset - like a bird trapped in a cage of teeth, waiting for its bones to snap in on themselves after the hunter had toyed with its prey.

Victoria pulls back, tangling her paws in her lap. The ache becomes a gnawing hurt. The fear in Plato's eyes burns hotter, guilt shining just beneath the surface.

"Please." Plato sets his jaw, and the fear fizzles slowly - forcibly - last of the flame suffocated. But he does not get near her again. He is gone to that place she cannot follow. "I cannot...do not lie to me."

"I am not lying," she manages, tears at the precipice of her eyelashes. The silence grows even heavier between them

"Then," he continues at last, breath hitching eyes wide and astonished, and Victoria feels ice settle at the base of her spine. After a moment, his expression dulls again. The smile on his face returns in a flash, a plaster over a wound, but it is bitter, cool. Empty. "You are being cruel? I did not think you had it in you."

#have this half finished nonsense too idk #Plato #Victoria #platoria #my fanfic #fanfiction #plato has body and self worth issues due to years and years of abuse #You walk in another world #Everything that touches you is moonlight and stardust; turns to gold in your grasp #I could only hope that being in your presence should do the same to me #I am stupid to think so #hahaha i'm sad #about this universe i mean #idk if this requires a tw but like plato has a very poor opinion of himself #and he's not mad at victoria - not at all - he is devastated that even she (in his twisted minds eye) would be cruel #and play with his feelings because he can't tell genuineness from a hole in the wall #but thing is victoria is 200% serious and besotted #not meant to imply any abuse or anything like that - macavity is just very close to plato's surface #in more ways than one and it terrifies him that he'll hurt her like macavity hurt everyone else #and the fact that victoria could be cruel in his mind? breaks his heart

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eeboshmeebo · 3 months ago

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Little Treasure.

"Naanaaaaa! Can I have a cookie? Pleeeeaaaseee?"

"Only after they're cooled down. Right now, they're still squishy, goopy messes, so they'll solidify after a few minutes.

Hana smiled fondly as she set the pan of cookies on a cooling rack. It had been around... four years that had passed in this 'quirkless' body she had inhabited. Quirkless people were seen as weak. No wonder. And that this was a 'gated' community, so the external security was supposed to be strong. No wonder it was so easy to get in.

"Okay, nana. But I don't like waiting..." Monoma pouted as he sat down on a chair, looking up at her with shining blue eyes since he knew what would happen next.

"...don't look at me like that."

"Pretty please, Nana?"

"..."

'Begrudgingly', she handed over a piece of brightly-colored konpeito.

"Now, don't tell your mom or dad about this, okay?"

"Okay, I won't! You're the best, Nana!"

What he knew was that if he opened his eyes really widely and pouted slightly while saying 'please', he'd get a candy.

However, she'd give him a candy anyways even if he didn't do all of that. Not that he knew that, though.

She opened the refrigerator, taking out some whole-fat milk to take a sniff before pouring it into two cups. Calcium was good for the bones, after all.

Hana could feel Monoma's gaze on her as she set the glasses on the table and got the plate out before she pried off the cooled cookies from the pan on the cooling rack.

"I'll only give you two cookies, okay? That way, you can share the rest with your mom and dad and say that you helped me make them."

"Hmmm... alright! Now gimme, nana!"

"And where did that politeness from earlier go?"

"I'm sorry... please?"

"And here are your cookies. Don't eat them too quickly."

"Yaaaay!"

Hana watched as he dove into the cookies with the gusto only a hungry four-year-old could match. Now that she thought about it, his Quirk was going to awaken soon, wasn't it?

"So, what kind of Quirk do you think you'll awaken?"

"Oh, I dunno! I hope it's something cool, though, all my friends got theirs already and they're all really sparkly and awesome."

"That sounds nice, little treasure."

She's heard of bad awakenings. Now, as she nibbles on her own cookie while Monoma had dipped both of his own into his cup of milk and was taking messy bites out of them, she promised something to himself.

'I won't let him get hurt.'

"Nana? Your eyes got all shiny for a second, are you okay?"

"I'm okay, little treasure. I'm just thinking about some things."

"Okay... you're not angry, right?"

"I can never be angry with you, silly."

Monoma beamed at that affirmation as he finished off the rest of his cookies, letting her wipe off the mess on his chin and cheeks with a soft napkin.

"How about we go to the playground? You've just eaten some sugar so you'll need to work that out of your system."

"Yay! Playtime with Nana!"

With that in mind, he jumped out of his seat and bolted out of the kitchen. She shook her head fondly while putting the empty plate on the sink, a jar of cookies on the kitchen counter, filled the two emptied cups with water, and swiftly followed after Monoma to start 'playtime'.

That joy and innocence is the most precious thing in the world.

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A week later.

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Hana stood behind Monoma as he held the hand of a family friend who's name she never bothered to remember. They were probably discussing family relations and business deals, but really, she couldn't care less.

Business wasn't her forte, but making sure her little treasure was happy and safe-

"Mom, Dad, look! I just got my quirk, isn't it cool?"

...

From the sudden silence in the room and the changing color on the father's face, this wasn't a good sign.

"Don't worry about them, little treasure. I'm sure they're very happy, like I am."

"Yes, sweetie... we're both very happy that you got your Quirk. How about you leave the room with your nanny while we talk?"

The father almost shoved Monoma but seemed to only not to since there was another person present that wasn't family. Along with that came another surprise.

"I've got two quirks now! I'm amazing, right nana?"

The tension in the room seems to be temporarily alleviated for now. Time to leave.

"Mm-hmm, you really are amazing, Monoma. Now, your mom and dad probably want to talk about some boring adult stuff. How about you help me bake a cake to celebrate?"

"I love cake!"

Hana quickly scooped Monoma with one arm and left, but not without glaring at the father whom she refuses to name.

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He could've sworn that girl was quirkless. So, why did her eyes change color like that and why did it send shivers up his spine?

"Did we do a genetics test when he was born?"

Whatever. There were more important things to focus on like if his wife actually cheated, or if it was just a misunderstanding.

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"Now, I'm going to let you mix it up, okay? You can go as fast as you want as long as you don't make a mess."

"Okay, nana! I'll be the best mixer ever!"

Baking was a good distraction. Well, it distracted Monoma from the situation earlier, Hana hoped, while she preheated the oven and got all the ingredients together in a bowl.

"Now, we do the eggs separately because there might be a bad egg, and we don't want bad eggs in the cake, right?"

"No! Because I'd get sick like my friend did!"

"That's right, and if you don't lick the batter, I'll give you some candy and you can decorate the cake however you want. Deal?"

"Umm... deal!"

Monoma's smile seemed to wash away any gloom that had appeared in her mood. She smiled back, genuinely this time, as she poured the ingredients into the bowl Monoma was holding as he mixed them together slowly at first, but he gained speed as time went by and she had finished pouring all the ingredients into the bowl.

He was in a better mood than she had expected, thankfully.

She buttered up the pans, checking to see if the oven was preheated sufficiently. Probably enough.

"Alright, now I'm going to let you pour the batter into the pans. Don't worry about making a mess, just wash your hands later."

Despite her words, Monoma was really careful when pouring the batter into the pans. Lots of concentration there.

Endearing, really.

Once he was done, she picked up both pans and put them in the oven to bake under his intense gaze.

"It wouldn't be a cake without some frosting to decorate it with, would it?"

"We're making frosting! Can I lick the spoon this time?"

"Of course you can, little treasure, just after the frosting's done."

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Manesu couldn't understand. How was Hana, this maid, closer to her son than herself!?

He never looked her in the eyes, always held Hana's hand when scared, offered to play with that maid instead of her, and his first words were 'Hana' instead of 'Mama'!

What were all the gifts she gave him, air? It made her teeth grind at the thought.

If not for the fact that firing the quirkless maid would cause another stir of gossiping and rumors and distance her from her social circle even more, Hana would've been gone already.

With how close they were, it would've been easy to think that Monoma was Nana's son and not hers. Even her own husband thought that way when his Quirk awakened earlier, that paranoid..!

...

"Tch."

She'll get back at her for this. And the way that Hana looked at her.

Those eyes held a threat in them, as if she was a threat instead of Monoma's mother.

#Monstrous Maiden series #baking #There are crimes in Hana's head.#Monoma Neito & OC

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dragonmasterhiccup · 6 days ago

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Hearing him say 'young love' brought Freya to a still, blinking down at her hands as she silently fought against the urge to stand closer to him again. She did not like how quickly her face could get red now - and it was all thanks to Hiccup...and his words. "Yeah, hopefully... that's all they say.."

Rolling her eyes at his comment, she couldn't stop the growing smile on her lips,

'Dork..'

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Holding back from sighing, Freya rested her chin in the palm of her hand, leaning on the table that she and her little sister were using. Boredom was practically glowing from her features, internally wanting to help out in the forge and not be a distraction to Ayla so she wouldn't say anything out of line. That, and she could stand next to Hiccup again...or at least talk to him.

Ayla seemed on top of the world, though, speaking non-stop about how cool she'd look with her new helmet and saddle combined on her 'very awesome' future dragon. At some point, it all went ignored when she never stopped talking. She wondered how Gobber was able to deal with that..even if it was for a couple of minutes. She'd usually chatter like that to their mother, something they both had in common.

Sooner or later, her thoughts wandered off onto, none other than, Hiccup. She wasn't so sure if she was completely fine with that...but she couldn't get the image of his eyes and hair out of her mind, practically his whole face, actually. Which was also something she didn't know if she was ready to accept. Finally giving in, she slowly began to glance over in his direction, only to see him abruptly cut himself - right on his hand.

Immediately, Freya straightened up, a worried expression taking over her features, "Hiccup!" Without another second wasted, she sprinted to where he stood, her only concern being on him. She glared at the sword for a moment as though it were the one to blame before delicately taking his wrist, carefully inspecting the cut on his hand, "Are you alright? How did this happen? Why in the world would you cut yourself!?" She winced at the sight of blood, already noticing the wound wasn't a paper cut in any way.

Usually, she'd avoid treating people with a lot of bloody injuries, but it was if all of her senses were consumed with making sure he was okay. So, she reached down to grab the cloth he had given her, snatching it out of the covering of her dagger before she attentively wrapped it around his hand. She remained silent for the most part, not wanting to yell on accident because of her fretting demeanor. However, at the thought of him being in pain, her brows furrowed in frustration, "You dork, why did you have to go and hurt yourself..?"

She didn't even hear Ayla's frightened questions of whether or not he'd be okay, making sure the cloth was securely tied around his hand while she took a step back. "You need to go to Gothi's..now. That wrapping is only until we get there because you are not walking around with an open, bleeding wound." Glimpsing over at Gobber, she hurriedly spoke: "We need to go, I'll make up for his lost time here today if I have to, but he needs to get this properly treated."

Freya turned to reassure her younger sister, quickly telling her to go back home while she went with Hiccup. Despite her brief complaints of wanting to come with them, she eventually listened and left the forge, glancing back at them both a few times as she went. Once she was out of sight, Freya whistled to get Blaze's attention, running towards him in urgency. Before she mounted him, however, her stern gaze found Hiccup yet again, "I'd tell you to come with me on Blaze but I don't think Toothless will enjoy being away from you while you're hurt like this."

She knew the Night Fury couldn't fly on his own either, so she only allowed him to do this just once. "Let's go, we need to figure out if you'll need stitches or not."

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Much to her relief, Hiccup didn't need the stitches. Although it was a pretty bad cut, Gothi communicated to them that he would need to rest, allow it to heal, and apply the dreadful salve once in the morning and evening. She instructed that it'll take a few days, up to a week, for his hand to begin to fully heal, if he didn't do anything too drastic throughout that time.

Gothi was able to give him much more proper bandages, applying the necessary amount of salve to the wound before she wrapped it once more. Freya knew the feeling of having that spread over an injury, on her hand nonetheless, and she would've stayed inside with him while it happened, but Gothi motioned for her to step outside for that moment. As soon as the door reopened, she practically barged in, standing close in front of Hiccup as she examined the freshly cleaned and bandaged wound, still slightly upset at the sight of him being hurt.

Instead of allowing him to go to his hut, which she knew she should've let happen, Freya insisted that he come to hers instead, at least for now. She offered to make him something to eat, give him any other extra necessary herbs Yrsa might've had somewhere if Gothi didn't already, but she felt that there was something in her that wanted him around for other reasons. It took her a while to realize she wanted him close by because of his injury, not wanting to leave him alone purely due to her own worry.

She felt slightly guilty for keeping him away from his own hut, but there was a part of her that needed to be reassured that he was really okay, even if it was only a cut on his hand. As they came to a stop in front of her home, she glanced at Hiccup with concern vividly present in her eyes, "I'll make some porridge while Ayla can keep you company.." She rubbed Blaze's neck, silently letting him know she was...alright, for the most part, when he stared at her as though he knew something was wrong with her.

Dismounting the Sand Wraith, she quickly walked up the steps leading to the door of her hut, swiftly rushing to get a pot ready for the oats once she was inside. As soon as she did so, Ayla raced down the stairs, frantically bombarding Hiccup with her perturbed questions: "You're back! Are you okay? Did you need stitches!? How did you even cut yourself?"

He hadn't expected Freya to just...run to him, like she had... But then again, wouldn't he have done the same? Hadn't he, when she had cut her hand in the forest?

Teeth clenched, he hissed as she took his wrist to inspect his hand. The slight movement made it sting even more, but the cut probably looked worse than it actually was.

Exhaling, he said flatly, "I didn't do this on purpose, Fey. Got... distracted... Dumb mistake..." Squeezing his eyes shut, he inwardly groaned.

He was an experienced smithy, something like this should never have happened.

"I'll be fine, I've...I've had worse injuries."

At the touch of a cloth, he opened his eyes, surprised to see her wrapping up his hand...using the cloth he'd given her the evening before.

His eyes moved up to her face, a little scrunched in concentration. While his own hands were calloused, hers were softer, and he could tell she was careful to not irritate the wounds any further...

His breathing steadied, and the pain in his hand started to turn into a dull throb.

"I...I didn't mean to, you know that, right?" His voice was soft, tentative, because...she seemed genuinely upset that he'd been hurt.

Gobber, having seen and heard all of this, waved a hook. "Go on, make sure he doesn't get hurt again during the trip. Sometimes I feel the lad is accident-prone...don't worry, I can hold down the fort. Just look after him, aye?"

Hiccup was a little shocked by the turn of events, and feeling a little lightheaded from Freya's hands on his own as he followed her outside.

Toothless flocked to him immediately, eyeing his bandaged hand with concern. "It's nothing bud, really."

Hopping on Toothless, he held his injured hand halfway up, holding on with the other as they flew to Gothi's.

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While you're hurt like this...

He didn't understand. It was just a cut, on his hand. Sure, it wasn't minor, but...he'd pushed through much worse than this...

These thoughts were running through his mind as Gothi inspected the wound, having already removed and discarded the bloodied cloth.

As she sentenced him to rest, he tried not to look too frustrated. He hated being forced to rest. He hated having to sit still for too long. He needed to be doing something, keep his hands and his mind busy or he would go crazy.

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As Gothi tended to Hiccup inside, the twins happened to be passing by, pausing to see Freya waiting outside the hut.

News of their relationship had spread fast, even faster after the kiss during the morning session, so Tuffnut knew exactly who Freya was waiting for.

"So, Hiccup's hurt himself again, I see...how bad is it this time? He lose another limb?"

Ruffnut rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Tuff? He hasn't come close to that in like, years! It'd be much more of a better guess to ask if he almost drowned again, like with the Submaripper that kept Berk from getting supplies."

"Oh!" Tuffnut's eyes widened, like he got an idea. "Or if he was kidnapped again! Was there another ransom this time? Remember that, Ruff? He was kidnapped like, four times in one day that time!"

She nodded, listing off a few other instances that happened while they were on the Edge. She finished with, "Yeah, Hiccup's probably got more scars than all of us combined!"

Learning the true reason Hiccup was at Gothi's, they just shrugged.

"That's nothing. Frankly, I'm a little disappointed. It's usually so much more epic! Like that time he got hit by lightning!"

Ruffnut snickered. "Yeah! We're pretty sure Hiccup is some sort of magical wizard. Otherwise, how did he survive all that stuff??"

"Either that, or part dragon! He got knocked out by dragon root gas, remember?"

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As Freya returned, Hiccup stood to greet her, having been sitting on a stool so it was easier for Gothi to treat his hand.

He wasn't used to this level of attentiveness...he didn't know what to do with it.

At her instructions, he just nodded mutely, following her to her hut.

While the offer of porridge sounded good, he shook his head. "You really don't have to worry about me, I'm fine. Gothi said it wasn't serious."

Toothless stayed outside with Blaze, watching Hiccup as he entered the hut.

He had questions for Freya, but was immediately cornered by Ayla.

"Oh, hey! No, I'm fine, it wasn't that deep. She just said I had to take it easy for a few days, put some salve on it." Glancing at Freya, he just said, "It was an accident. Just goes to show, it's important to pay full attention when working in the forge."

Going to sit down with Ayla, he asked, "Tell me about that saddle you were designing?"

#asks #threads #justpeaxchy #(((lore dump featuring the twins!)))

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aita-polls · 2 months ago

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AITA for sleeping with my friend’s “Hall Pass”?

**I am not the OP and do not claim the statements below to be my own** [Link to Reddit Post]

I (49F) have been friends with "Sarah" (49F) for about 15 years. She’s happily married, with two kids. I’m (amicably) divorced with a kid. We met at our childrens’ preschool. We’ve been there for each other through some tough times.

Sarah has a huge crush on…I’ll call him Jake, as long as I’ve known her. Jake is a popular, but not, like stadium filling musician. From what I can tell, he makes a living, has had popular albums, and has toured with A-Listers, but he’s not necessarily a household name. He’s in his late 40’s. Sarah has never met him. She’s been to several of his concerts and owns a bunch of merch and considers Jake her Hall Pass. Again, she’s married and would never actually cheat on her husband.

Honestly, her crush never seemed off the rails to me. Like she’d joke about him wooing her through IG, but she didn’t, like, stalk him.

So let me say here, I would NEVER, even when I was younger, date or even flirt with a guy a friend of mine liked/was interested in. fries before Guys/Friends before Men - all that. It just wouldn’t be cool.

However.

A few weeks ago, I randomly met Jake at a charity event. He was hired as the entertainment.

We got to talking, and one thing led to another… and I ended up sleeping with him. It was a one-time thing, fun and we both knew it was casual.

At first, I thought it was a funny, wild story to share with Sarah. After all, it’s not like she would ever actually \*be\* with him, right? But when I told her, she looked really hurt. She wasn’t mad exactly, but she said something like, “Wow, I can’t believe you actually did that,” and she’s been distant ever since.

I didn’t think the “friends before men” rule applied here because he was basically her Movie Star Crush—not a real romantic prospect for her. But now I’m second-guessing everything. I feel awful for upsetting her, but I genuinely didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Now I’m wondering, AITA?

EDIT - omfg. no, it was not dave grohl. I'd never sleep with a married guy. Thats just vile. Plus, correct me if I'm wrong, he was in fucking Nirvana and is Foo Fighters. Not exactly the type to play small corporate gigs.

More information from OP’s comments are under the cut

(INFO - Did you sleep with him because he was her crush or because he was famous? because that would kinda make you TA.)

No. Like, he's a good looking and charming guy. Under other circumstances, totally someone I'd date.

Like, tons of people are famous, but not necessarily nice to be around. And if he wasn't physically my type, I wouldn’t sleep with him for bragging rights. She's actually the only one I told because I thought she'd be amused.

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Oh, her husband knows Jake was her Hall Pass. Her husband has a Famous Person Hall pass too. MY husband did. Like, It's all said in fun.

But people here are giving me a little more perspective in how she might feel.

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( … why did you tell her? Even if there was zero chance, it was a fantasy for her that you ruined. Maybe do some introspection as to why you hurt a friend)

I honestly thought she'd be amused. Or even glad her friend had a fun night out. And if I really, truly believed she'd be hurt, I wouldn’t have done it.

Or, in all honesty, it was the most fun I'd had in awhile, so at the very least I would not have told her about it.

And maybe that makes me the AH anyway?

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("So let me say here, I would NEVER, even when I was younger, date or even flirt with a guy a friend of mine liked/was interested in. fries before Guys/Friends before Men - all that. It just wouldn’t be cool." I mean you can't just put it here and then do exactly that, with all this excuses reasonings and what not, are you trying to justify it to us or yourself? No judgement here, I'm just figuring that since this has weighed so heavily on you, you must know how you would feel in her shoes.)

Fair question.

I guess because I feel there is a difference between going after someone your single friend personally knows and is interested in, and maybe even wants to pursue a romantic relationship with -

compared to

A guy she know of but has never met and would be for all intents and purposes, unavailable to her because she's happily married with two kids.

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#polls #tumblr polls #aita #aita polls #aitah polls #poll blog #aitah #not a submission #reddit #am i the asshole #long post

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shaunamilfman · 1 year ago

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i had the weirdest dream bro...i didnt know the yellowjackets but i knew Of them. but i caught shauna kissing jeff and she saw me but i left before she could confront me about it. im forgetting little pieces but it ended up with me and her dating LMAO

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welcome to another episode of "wish I had cool dreams like yall" with your host, shaunamilfman!

okay no but I'm thinking about it. love me some oblivious y/n hold up

normally you'd be overjoyed to see something that juicy at a party, but no one in their right mind wanted to have something offer Shauna Shipman.

they still tell the story of what she did to that girl freshman year. legend has it that she's still in the hospital recovering from her injuries. obviously you knew that wasn't exactly true, but you still weren't keen to test your chances either way.

when you saw the prom king kissing someone who wasn't the prom queen you couldn't help but laugh. however, you desperately wished to didn't when Shauna Shipman flys around to face you.

she's giving you an intense look in the 5 seconds it takes you to get your ass the hell out of there, running all the way back to your car and peeling out of there.

you'd had a tense weekend after that. you'd even drawn your will up and color coded it with different color pens (that was mostly to distract from your homework); Still, it had felt necessary nonetheless.

you pull into the parking lot with a somber expression on your face, as if you were walking to the gallows. you barely put the car into park before she's sliding in your passenger seat.

"about this weekend," She starts, fiddling with a strap on her bag as she speaks. "I didn't see anything!" You interrupt. She gives you a slightly confused look. "We don't need to talk about that party. I. didn't. see. anything." You say, smiling nervously.

"oh. okay?" she says. "You're not going to tell Jackie?"

"Tell Jackie what? i didn't see anything." You promise. she nods slowly and awkwardly slides her way back out of your car. you rest your head against the wheel as you calm yourself down. that wasn't nearly as bad as you were anticipating.

you'd noticed she'd started watching you a lot after that. you'd be walking down the hallway and catch her eyes following after you. you couldn't help but think it was the strangest form of intimidation you'd ever seen.

she'd even sat down at you table in the library a few times. she never said anything, she'd just watch you as you did your homework.

she started talking to you at your locker, which you found surprisingly nice. she'd asked you early on once if you wanted to hang out at her house after school once, but the last thing you wanted to do was go with her to a secondary location.

the second time she asked you had begrudgingly accepted, willing to risk certain death over seeing her big sad brown eyes directed at you again.

as she nervously slide her hand on top of yours you knew that you'd made the right decision.

shauna: "can't believe I've never noticed y/n before... 😍 "

y/n: "oh my god she's gonna kill me with her lasers eyes 😔😔"

#🧸#shauna thoughts 💙

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chamberedbeauty · 8 months ago

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@lamentingwclf

It was the beeping that first began to pull the woman from her slumber. An obsessant and highly annoying sound that practically burst her eardrums and was at the brink of driving her mad. But it's the cold that hits next. A cold that was driven deep in her bones despite what felt like a woven blanket covering her body. From what she could tell she was in a thin type of dress and there were socks on her feet and that did nothing to help with the chill that hurts. She hurts.

More sensations come before her eyes finally open. Her joints scream at her yet her body is limp. Her mouth is dry and she's thirsty, but that's not as prevalent when she feels the pull of something in her arm, or the sticky squares and wires that are hooked to her chest, there's something cool on both wrists as well. But its the cold that she can't shake and finally what drives her to open her eyes with a sharp gasp. Immediately she regrets it, eyes squinting at the lights that so bright she may have well been staring at the sun. But slowly she adjusts and that is when the panic sets in.

It didn't matter how hard she pleaded or how loud she screamed for help- or for her father. She gave the names of everyone who could save her. George and Lynn Adler. Harry Madison. Arnim Zola. June and Rebecca Barnes. Some other senators names were thrown around as well- hell she even used Steve's name. But that mattered just as much as the way her wrists were black and blue from thrashing against the handcuffs- it didn't. What it seemed to do however was replace the so called "doctors" and "nurses" coming into the room to men and women in suits with briefcases. They demanded questions she didn't have answers to- questions that didn't make even the slightest bit of sense. Something about the Soviet Union. Something about a Winter Soldier. Something about HYDRA and all she could do was beg for her help, beg to let her out, and beg for more blankets

It was that evening and three sedatives later that Gwen finally met a man named Captain Wilson- he told her to call him Sam. His eyes were questioning, but they were one of the very few that were gentle. He was kind, even made a small joke. She didn't understand it, but had a friendly smile. It was his turn to ask about Arnim Zola...and he was the first to hear a response that wasn't in between pleading hysterics. "I did not know him...my father does. He had...he had information that he was willing to give to the United States in a deal for his pardon from working with the Nazis. That's...that's all I understood about their arrangement. There was this chamber that could preserve human life o-or something like that, I couldn't make sense of the specifics of it all....and to be frank it sounded absurd....b-but I'd seen crazier things happen to my friend Steve Rogers." She stops at the name, feeling her chest fill up with the grief she had been so desperate to escape. A single tears slips down her cheek, but as it been all day, there was nothing she could do to stop them. "My father....he-he was a general in the first war and he's starting his run for the White House to try and...and prevent another war like this from happening and he thinks that this program would be ...would be magnificent and since the world lost Ste- Captain Rogers....he wants to build off of his legacy. They just needed a volunteer and my father knew how important this could be for him, for me, so-so I said yes...a-and I fell asleep." More tears well up in her eyes as she looks at Captain Wilson, fingers fiddling with the metal bars on her bed. "Captain...I..I would really like to see my father now." There's a sorrow that flashes in his eyes that frightens her to her core, despite his assurance that they would work on it. But all she can manage is a small nod before finally asking about one of the things she'd been wondering all day. "......Is the war over?"

Days pass and there's still no sign of her family, fiancé, or Dr. Zola. Her days are filled with questions she doesn't have answers for, pokes from sharp needles, begging for more blankets, and dreadful pit in her stomach filled with fear and loneliness. Her own questions go unanswered. And as the days drag on and her observations of the room get stronger and stronger...and on the fourth day Gwen finally can look Sam in the eyes and ask. "How long have I been asleep?"

A while.

She's been told it's been a week since she woke up. One of the cuffs remain but the stickers on her chest come off completely. Doctors come in and ask her how she's feeling. She says she's cold and wants her father. Agents come in and ask the same goddamn questions and she tells them the same goddamn answers and that she wants her fiancé. Sam comes and asks her how she's "holding up" (which apparently means how is she doing) she says she's scared and wants to go home. But there's no more tears to cry. Half of them were disposed at Bucky's funeral, another large portion at Steve's, and she was surprised the first few day in this room weren't flooded with her tears.

The morning of the eighth day the door is opened and she's surprised to see Sam standing in the doorway. "You're early," Gwen manages to squeak out as she plays with the rim of her mug filled with tea. "I was actually wondering if you had-" She stops as a new set of feet step into the room and in walks a tall man with dark hair. He's dressed in black, but it's not an agent. His eyes were wide and his expression was filled with shock. And it's so familiar...until it's too familiar.

Fear is the first thing that comes to her features, the mug falling to the floor and shatters instantly. Olive skin is pale as she stares at the ghost in the room for just a few more millisecond before her body reacts, pushing herself to the other side of the bed in a flailing display of fear. "No! No!"

Her tears are suddenly back as she gasps for air, eyes frantically looking around the room, but it's the look on Sam's face that stops her and she can finally look at the ghost again. ".....James?"

In an instant she's now reaching for him, pulling as hard as she could against the handcuff as her free hand grasps for him. "Bucky?! Bucky?!"

#lamentingwclf

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chrisodonline · 2 years ago

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Stray Thoughts on "Sleeping Dogs"

Or "Stray Dogs," if you will.

I had intended a few different posts, and while threatening promising to write up more about this Sunday's episode, I never really got to.

HOWEVER, I did want to just mention some random things, or things of note. Most of it good. Some of it, "Hmmm?" It wasn't an episode for everyone, as I've noted. But I've read far too many things that really just seemed like some people watched it and did everything they could to find things wrong with it. Now, more often than not, I know the exact reason why. It's cool if it's not your cup of tea, but trying to make it sound like it shouldn't be anybody else's cup of tea is just...calm down.

Yes, I was determined to enjoy this because this was one of the rarer birthday week episodes where there wasn't sparse Callen due to Pebble Beach scheduling. And I was not expecting the rich and joyous Sallen we got, but I loved it. One of the best gifts this week!

No one can ruin that opening banter scene for me. Sam's teasing. Callen's obliging him. And here's the other thing: Sam didn't tease Callen about the fact that he's doing whatever Anna is asking. Callen even tried to use the "We" pronoun. The only real joke Sam makes about Anna and the wedding is directed at Callen: Sam wants to warn Anna about what she's getting into. Sam doesn't agree with her taste (we'll get to that), but his jokes are not misogynistic nor do they show any real toxic masculinity. See, other shows (and, hell, even this one on more than one occasion), would mock Callen for being "whipped" when he really just wants to be married to this woman and will do whatever it takes to get her to that point. Callen's love language is acts, specifically acts of concession, which are even more significant when you consider the traits he's usually ascribed: loner, stubborn, individualistic, etc. There's an essay in there about how hard he's worked to earn that perception to keep people at bay, but we'll just move forward.

While the show as a whole creates jokes out of Anna's wedding planning, Sam doesn't go after her for being a bridezilla or crazy or ridiculous. He does not like that suit and has no reason to. But he doesn't say, "Your girl is crazy, G. Run." He says, "Please tell your lady this will not work on me, and I want to look my best when I'm roasting, er, toasting you." So, that's good. What's less good is the constant joke that is Anna's wedding planning and decisions that just aren't in character at all. I know I headcanoned and tried to make the wedding planner scene work, but I would've hoped she'd have stopped after that. But no. This is a problem. They worked really hard in her first two appearances this season to try and pretend like a lot of the issues they (the show) created with this relationship never really happened and that she has always been the girlfriend/love interest that other characters (like Sam) were used as mouthpieces to say she was. They made G and Anna have adult conversations that made sense, and they made them seem like a healthy couple you were like, "Oh, hey, I would've been rooting for this more and sooner."

And then the wedding stuff. I'm not going to say that the dragging of it it out is one-sided. Callen clearly is hesitant for Hetty-related reasons, but I think he is slowly letting himself realize maybe that's not the best thing. He outright said he just wanted to be married to Anna. I think he confuses even himself. Anna seemed, initially, more willing to move forward and more quickly. However, this constant changing or picking ridiculous approaches to the wedding ideas feels like nothing more than dragging something out or avoidance. Is she frustrated and trying not to let herself get frustrated by Callen's wishing to delay things, so she just keeps trying to fill time by making zanier decisions? Is that her way to try and incentivize Callen to hurry up and forget the Hetty Factor? Or is it more of her avoidance issue and not his? I've written pretty often about her tendency to run, even if she did the Hetty thing and always swore it was for reasons that were in his best interests. She would do things that made her really sus in the beginning: she showed interest then the minute he returned it, she ghosted him and mocked him about it in front of Sam. She tried to get away from the team on the motorcycle. She told him to tell the truth and then treated him like a jerk when she went to prison. But guess what? He still tended to her in the hospital. And then lying to him about where she was with the volunteer work, etc. etc. Again, she always said it was in his best interest, and boy has he heard that before...and been totally okay with it. The show has just botched things with patterns so many times, it's hard to write off these silly wedding planning jabs. So, there's my essay on that.

Back to highlights: The Castor thing and recurring joke? GOLD. GOLD. I will love it forever and ever. Callen's explanation for it made so much more sense than Sam's tux choice from Anna, and so the joke was more solid. I. was. howling. when Castor walked out for the visual gag. The fact that Castor's pride has taken a hit because of being disarmed and knocked out frequently, and Callen's noticing it and being willing to reach out, was the explanation? Perfect. It shows a guy having some self-esteem issues and another guy picking up on that without making it too awkward or sappy. Just...trying to make him feel like he's one of the guys, and it's all okay. Nothing to be ashamed about. This is the Callen who has made more and more efforts to not be such a lone wolf. We've seen it with Fatima, others, and he's just really been dropping his guard and taking his role as a mentor figure and respected leader more seriously. Growth. Growth with some jokes, yes, but growth. Again, Sam doesn't tease him about being kind or make fun of Castor for taking those "hits." He's just like, "I guess you have a new best friend now. Look at you." He plays off his fake jealousy and projects it onto Castor's potential jealousy. It's cute. It's banter. It's teasing. They are all still guys, and they do a lot of bonding this way. They're not always going to be This Is Us, and this is honestly more realistic.

Of course, poor Castor gets knocked out again. But, hey, Callen did, as well! So I bet he still feels okay. And Callen probably feels a little guilty. "Hey, this is my bad, Castor. Let me buy you a drink...after our sedatives wear off." Because this was a Bartels episode, and for some reason he's like, "Let's have the bad guy give Callen a sedative." It's a well he's gone to before, and now poor Castor has gotten dragged along for the ride. (I was, for a moment, really wondering if Callen was going to get abducted because we only have a few more eps left of the show, and that's right up there with explosions as being part of the show. Alas. Maybe his days of getting himself taken are truly behind him. Growth!)

The episode was paced just fine for me. I followed it all, actually! Whaaattt? I know. A bulleted list of things I liked, in which I try to avoid making this post even more of a novel:

The casting of the other subjects was pretty good.

There were some actual stakes and action scenes.

There were some actual twists. They didn't have to try and convince us a turn was serious with the ominous music cues.

Callen's admitting he may have let the guy get away because he wanted him to, so he could get Pembroke, pointed to a lot of the morally gray issues. It's complicated, and shows like this tend to take a very black and white approach. But the character of Callen has always lived more in the gray than the black or white.

Points to Chris O'D for somehow managing to deliver the line, "I'm Subject 17" without it being hokey: it is a fine line to hit with sounding serious but not overdoing the gravitas.

I'm still very annoyed with the Leah thing from last season because it was just such an OOC to do without more reasons or context -- or some explanation that it was a sign Callen was truly spiraling. However, at no point did he ever try to make an excuse for it in this episode. Now that I liked. When someone called him out for it, he never tried to say, "Ah, yeah...well, see..." He took it.

He was also not questioning the blame that he set Pembroke off...until he realized it didn't make sense with how things had happened. He would've been the first target, not the only one not on the list. And he was right to question that. Even if, by that point, his guilt about the whole Leah situation and her not believing him was probably what made him too trusting and took the guy to the hospital.

I also thought the other character scenes were good. They can never seem to make up their mind about the Admiral's characterization, but this ep had one for him that made sense and made him work. I will always <3 Shyla, and I am sad they didn't figure out how to bring her on sooner and more often. Fatima and Rountree (and their actors) have always had the unenviable tasks for trying to fill in so many different gaps -- from characters completely gone to characters having to appear and do less -- but they do it with smiles and eagerness. Bartels made sure there was some more depth for them here, too.

I won't even go into the whole Hetty thing. Y'all know how I feel on that. And what can I say that hasn't already been said? (Though that never seems to stop me, does it?)

#z rambles on #and then some #ncis la #g callen #ep: sleeping dogs #sallen #sam hanna #whooopssss #this went super long #time to fold the laundry

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Ok ok let’s talk real here.

It’s the first day of this new school year! Yay! Makoto, hajime and Shuichi can finally see their respective girlfriends after a summer away~!

However what none expected was how kyoko would develop a surprisingly muscular but also extremely thicc leged and fat ass.

Chiaki ? She turned bimbo size, not even talking about how tall she got~? And those mega bazoongas?!

As for kaede ? Thicc, mega boob, mega fat ass, muscular, tall.. and also added slutiness and.. a tan?! Yeah why not. Look Kaede is my fav so she gets every sexy point.

Oh and Shuichi also developed a very fat ass.

Shenanigans ensue.

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read

"You seem pre-occupied..."

"Wh-what!? M-m-me? Th-that's totally not true!~"

At least...that's what Makoto tried to tell himself. In truth, it was incredibly hard for him not to look at Kyoko - or more accurately - her backside. It was blatantly obvious Kyoko was working on her hips for the summer. She was already pretty much the reigning champ for her class, having a natural bubble butt that would put many to shame...but now?

Even as Makoto walked behind her, his eyes could resist those cheeks for long. Not only had Kyoko had gotten them quite toned, they had took an increase in size. Becoming so fat that the purple shorts the detective had decided to wear barely even covered up an inch of the new meaty rump. That's not even mentioning just how plump and toned her thighs were. If she were to put Makoto's head between them she'd have another body on her hands...and if that were to be the case, Makoto sure wouldn't have minded!~

Makoto was such a bad liar like always!~ She'll have to punish him...maybe by pinning him down with her large ass? A small smirk appeared on Kyoko's face, those new glutes of her's clapping louder than ever as she marched both back to his dorm. How lucky!~

When Hajime last saw Chiaki she was shorter than him, yet brimming with that cool, charming geeky allure she always had...

So...when the heck did this growth spurt kick in!? Standing twice as tall he originally was, Chiaki was towearing over him pretty easily. And she didn't even look fazed!?

"Aaaaaaaaah, hn? Hey, hey...Hajime...good morning. Hope you're doing okay..." With a another yawn, the gamer outstretched her arms and embraced her boyfriend...which kind of lead into the next issue. Basically, Chiaki had pretty much mega milkers for boobs now!~

Stupidly large, it was a miracle Chiaki could even stand up straight, let alone walk right with them. Her own dress shirt was hanging on by a literal button and it was clear from the gaps that Chiaki wasn't even wearing a bra. That alone had Hajime's ahoge stand straight on end and he imagined the chaos that button snapping off would bring.

But, that fantasy had utterly paled when was embraced!~ Unbeknownst to Chiaki, her new stature had effectively had Hajime's buried face deep in her new enlarged pillows. So soft...so plush!~ Combine that with the slow rocking Chiaki was doing and Hajime was feeling a strange blend:

Of absolute, soul satisfying comfort...and the feeling of soul-wrenching willpower doing his utmost not to ensure a certain 'part' of him wasn't poking his lover!~

At least, not yet!~

"Heeey, like that I'm back!~ Me, Mel and Mom went to Hawaii for a bit!~ Don't you think I look amazing!~"

Kaede was never one for subtlety concerning her feelings for Shuichi. After all, why play 50 questions when she can tell him how she feels and get inside those cute little pants of his!~ Especially in the case of showing off.

Thanks to her trip, Kaede came back with a rather impressive tan! Something she proudly showed off in her current outfit: pink shorts (displaying her extra plump booty and thighs) and white shirt that exposed much of her tight stomach and failed to cover up much of her gigantic tits!~ Oh, can't forget the sun hat of course!~ A pink one was settled right on the blonde's head, adding to the 'tourist' image she had approached Shuichi in!~

"Did you miss me, sweetie? Because I missed you!~" Kaede said, glomping the emo boy with her soft, plump, mass. Taking pride as she heard him sputter ever so cutely. With a mischievous smile, her hands dove for one of the things she missed the most - that detective booty!~ "I especially missed this bubble butt of yours!~ Did it get bigger?~" As her nimble fingers dug into the soft fleshy mounds of Shuichi, she heard the wonderful moans emit from him. A sound that she longed to hear more of!~

Yes, for all three couples some much needed quality time was in order...long, long, looooooooong quality time!~

#DRnaegi-R18 #DRkirigiri-R18 #DRhinata-R18 #DRnanami-R18 #DRakamatsu-R18 #DRsaihara-R18 #coweade asks

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