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empires superpowers au
another esh au for ya :) this story takes place about 4 months after the end of āpoisoned ratsā.
cw: poor self-image, scars, past abuse
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Jimmy shouldnāt look at the mirror for too long.
He knows this. He knows that he has bad mirror days, and that mirrors are always risky anyways, but this morning he gets out of the shower and just stares at himself.
Heās horrendous.
From the electrical burn down his side and inner thighs to the neat letters across his chest that read Property of Xornoth, every part of his body is horrible. He finds each iteration of the word Pet, each place where skin was grafted, each slash of a knife. If he cranes his neck around, he can see in his peripheral the blurry image of whip marks that criss-cross his back, the last few letters of the curious little bird scars.
And as Jimmy stares at the marks, eyes boring into the place on his stomach where PET is spelled out in big letters, he canāt help but feel the world tilt a little.
Heās a pet. Heās a bad pet. He left his master and tried to live a life like a normal person, but he can never be normal. Heās never been normal. He needs a master, he needs his master.
His masterāXornoth is dead, Jimmy tells himself firmly. Heās notāheās not a pet. Heās Scottās boyfriend, and heās his own person, and. . . .
Pet. Property of Xornoth. It hurts. It hurts Jimmyās head to look at, feeling wrong and right all at once. Heās a pet. Heāsāheās Jimmy. The Canary. No. Not the Canary. Solidarity. No, just Jimmy. Well, Solidarity in emergencies.
Solidarity happens sometimes. If heās Solidarity sometimes, that means heās not Jimmy all of the time. Heās Jimmy sometimes. Heās a pet sometimes. He doesnātāhe needsā
āJimmy?ā
Pet. Curious little bird. Mine. Pet. Property of Xornoth. Pet.
Thereās a knock on the bathroom door. Jimmy jolts for a second, takes in his surroundings. Heāsāheās . . . pet. Property of Xornoth. Pet.
āIām coming in, I need to brush . . . Jimmy?ā
Jimmy doesnāt quite manage to tear his eyes away from the mirror, where theyāre fixated on his scars. He swallows around the lump in his throat and one hand comes up from where it rests at his side, lightly tracing the three letters on his stomach.
āOkay, weāre not going to do that today,ā someone grunts, and then Jimmyās being gently pivoted until the mirror is totally out of his view and heāsā
Heās in the hallway of his house. His house he has with Scott. Scottās beside him, has just walked him out here.
His eyes fall down to his stomach, to the skin graft scar just above his knee and the letters above the other oneāthe burn down his side and the letters down his frontā
Then heās hit in the face with something soft and he automatically puts his hands out to catch it, finding a shirt. Sweatpants hit him a moment later.
āAs much as I enjoy the view, youāll feel better with clothes on,ā Scott tells him, and Jimmy knows heās right. He pulls the shirt (long-sleeved, bless Scott) over his head, then wriggles into the sweatpants, all in the middle of the hall while Scott brushes his teeth behind him.
Itās like a band has been removed from around his chest and he can begin to breathe again. Breathe he does, and the world tilts again and goes blurry for a second and he realizes just what had happened.
He groans, sinks down against the wall until heās landed on the floor. Scott shoots him a sympathetic look, swishes and spits into the sink. āDoing better?ā
āIām tired now,ā Jimmy grumbles. āI just got up. The shower woke me up, and now Iām tired again. This sucks.ā
āIām sorry, baby,ā Scott says in between rinsing out his mouth. āThis is the fourth time in two weeks, though. Should we pin the towel over the mirror again?ā
A towel had been pinned over the mirror during the early days of Jimmyās recovery. Seeing himself had launched him into a panic attack regularly, so discussions with his therapist had led to this suggestion. Theyād removed the towel just a month ago.
āI guess.ā Jimmy sighs loudly, scrubs at his eyes. āI thought I was getting better.ā
āYou know what Nora says. Recoveryāā
āāisnāt linear, yeah, I know,ā Jimmy finishes. He just wishes it was. āTwo steps forward, one step back and all that. We sure that scar treatment isnāt an option?ā
Scott hums, looking over at Jimmy from where heās rubbing lotion into his face. āIt might be, but youād have to let a doctor examine the scars first. And I donāt think weāre there, yet.ā
Heās right. Jimmy had had to be doped up to even tolerate a dentist appointment last month (which had led to a bad spiral of feeling like an animal taken to the vet). He hasnāt set foot in a hospital or doctorās office since that first month after getting out, and that month had been a long blur of distress and additional trauma.
āIf it helps, I love the way you look,ā offers Scott, exiting the bathroom to sit on the floor beside Jimmy. āScars or no, you are a snack.ā
Jimmy snickers, shoves him playfully. āThanks, but that wasnāt the problem today. It was just . . .ā he gestures helplessly, ājust the words. The whole . . . ownership feeling. It sucks.ā
Scottās quiet for a moment before murmuring, āIām sorry.ā
āNah, itās fine,ā Jimmy shrugs him off. āāS just my brain being stupid. I donāt believe itāā doesnāt he?ā ābut it sucks. Iāll be okay, really.ā
Scott doesnāt look too sure about that, but he gives Jimmy a quick peck on the lips and stands, stretches. āIāve got to head out on patrol, but give me a call if you need anything, yeah?ā
Jimmy nodsābelievably, he hopes. He stands as well, follows Scott back to the bedroom, sprawls out across the bed and watches Scott get dressed. He wolf-whistles loudly when Scott pulls off his nightshirt, showing off his defined abs, then even louder when he slowly strips his sweatpants off, waggling his eyebrows seductively.
āWoo! Major, youāre so dreamy!ā Jimmy cheers in a high-pitched voice. Scott snorts in laughter, takes a few more moments to spin slowly, then gets back to actually getting ready for work.
āLove you!ā he calls over his shoulder, securing his cape in place, as he leaves the bedroom.
āHey!ā Scott pokes his head back around the corner, a smirk playing on his lips. āYes, love?ā
Jimmy crosses his arms, sticks out his bottom lip. Scott knows what heās done. Itās a crime. Jimmy should have him arrested.
He takes pity on Jimmy after a moment, swooping back in for a long kiss before sliding out of the room.
āLove you!ā Jimmy shouts after him. He hears a kissing sound, then the front door slamming.
And heās alone. Alone with the marks on his skin.
If Jimmy was stronger, actually recovering properly, heād call his therapist, ask for an appointment sooner than Friday. But Jimmyās not strong. Heās never been strong. He was easy to break, after all.
He traces the letters on his stomach, hidden by one thin layer of clothing. Heās not free yet. He may never be free.
#empires smp#empires smp fanfic#flower husbands#empires superpowers au#esh au#mas writes#011023#well gosh darn dang if it ain't tuesday#i mean. i hope this queue function works and it posts on a tuesday#be a bit awkward if that didn't work out#i accidentally posted this for a split second actually#i deleted it asap#so if you saw it and then it disappeared and now you think ur going crazy#that's my bad#but anyways lmk what you think#love you guys!
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oh noooo kinks post is gone šš
buddy, you lurkin? this was up for an hour š³ jk jkāthis was filthy, made me feel like i was too disgusting on the internet or shadowbanned. anyways yk what? here you go (cause it was fun to write) <3
(18+) MHA kinks (shiggy, overhaul, dabi)
cw: coercion/gaslighting, edging (lol?), s/m, asphyxiation(implied), kai's mysophobia (the correct term is microphobia but anyways)
Shigaraki: i think heās into gaslighting and coercion and ik the latter doesnāt classify as a kink (more like an offense) but hear me out:
he brought you to that miserable bar the LoV hangs out in and canāt stop touching you, while youāre forced to sit on his lap. you love public, right? well, no and he knows. whether the LoV watches or not doesn't matter, he wants to see your attitude change, once you can't hide the fact he's fucking you over fabric anymore. his cock twitches, when he stops and you silently beg with your eyes. he'll tell you that he thought you didn't like this while youāll apologize for even thinking that.
when alone, heāll have you sprawled on the bed, parting your legs and asking you which you prefer, his fingers or tongue. youāll brokenly breathe out a āfingers, pleaseā as heāll sneer and..oblige. heās clearly skilled, his fingertips tease your cunt as if heās strumming close chords on a guitar and fuckāyou look pretty as shit watching him push them inside. āāso youāre saying that you don't like my tongue, yeah?āā heāll feign sorrow, you never said that but he makes you reflect on it. āāyou know what i think? i think youāll like my tongue just fineāā heāll tell you and start sucking on the swelled nub as you tremble. āāactually.. youāll like it moreāā
once you shamelessly cum on his tongue exhausted, heāll continue. āāready for the main event?āā heāll ask as you beg him to at least wait a second, you ache down there but he obviously doesnāt care. āāthereās no time to wait..come on baby, you know it feels better the second time around.āā heāll tell you as his tip splits your folds. you ultimately consider that he might be right after all. actually, heās never wrong.
Overhaul: this man has an edging kink.. before you say anything, itās not what you think.
heāll have you on that examination table (not too heavy on his medical kink tho), mask and gloves on, of course what did you think? that heād make an exception? the fact heās even touching you is enough boundaries crossed for him. his gloved hand will spread your juices across your pussy, as he winces behind the bird mask. he hates dirt, bodily fluids, liquids, any bodily emission/discharge, call it whatever you want. the moment he senses your pulse and legs jerking, heāll remove his hand in fear you might cum on his gloves. youāll whimper upset but he doesnāt really care, you should thank him for allowing you this proximity in the first place.
same with sex. condoms with him is like the concept of gravity ā self fucking explanatory. sometimes heāll even use two. donāt get him wrong, itās not like you are the problem, itās more like your body, he feels like he purifies you each time he thrusts calculated in your cunt (he's delusional). he likes you being vocal as long as you donāt accidentally spit on him, which will earn you a slap.
to prove that the issue is not you, the man will not allow himself to cum inside you, even with the (2) condoms on. he just prefers transmitting the āfilthā directly onto you, which means heāll have you pump his cock and receive all his load (wherever it lands, he makes sure it's angled towards you).Ā
he's a weirdo of course, but he makes up for it in aftercare. he sterilizes you like thereās no tomorrow. if youāre lucky and you make him cum quick and clean, he might offer a cup of tea and your favorite snack.Ā
Dabi: sadomasochism. iāve seen both variations separately done for him before ā i just think heās both.
obviously heās more into the first (sadism). will treat you like a potato sack, lifting you up without asking, throwing (literally throwing) you to the bed, not caring about where youāll land and ripping/burning the fabric that clings onto you. assaults your cuntāspits on it and slaps the clit with his hands (sometimes too hard, it makes you cry).
facefucks you the minute you get a hold of his cock, he doesnāt even give you a second, he will grab your head and move it to an unforgiving pace. definitely a cheek slapper ā needs to feel his dick in your gums from outside. he might pinch your nose shut and leave you with no airway to..survive. but itās ok, you make it out alive.
has ropes and recently bought a leash and a collar. itās red with a black handle and he uses it each time you talk too much. might get bored just holding the handle as he needs to touch (bruise) you, so heāll hang it to the bedās end and just pull at the steel. shoots his cum inside only when you're loud enough to make his ears ring. (rip neighbors, they're already considering moving out after they called the cops on him and he almost fried them)
until..
the thing is.. Dabi lives in the past, he doesnāt share his life with anyone so how is he supposed to not dwell on it by himself? has a lot of inflicted pain he canāt share but subconsciously craves. the first time you take liberty in causing him pain ever so little is accidental. you are on top, heās setting the pace, sure, but your weight falls on his face as your arms enclose his neck. youāre not trying, hell, you donāt even know how to choke someone properly (why would you?) but you need to hold on to something and you think youāre imagining it when you hear a very soft moan. no, youāre definitely imagining it. it will cross your mind later on.
after that, you try to experiment in the territory, youāre in missionary and he thrusts inside you while you bring his neck close and squeeze again. this time you deliberately apply pressure as he hisses a fuck so.. you slap him. itās a light, small smack on his cheek, again, you donāt want to piss him off but he groans, this time louder and you grin. you might end up slapping him harder the more the sex progresses, the staples hurt your knuckles but heās making desperate (sexy) sounds.
heās not gonna be descriptive since he is waay too embarrassed (you will never hear a āāshit, i love it when you cause me pain, babeāā) but you donāt care, his expressions tell you everything you need to know.
the next time youāre on top and test the waters, you grab the leash and collar from the nightstand and raise a brow. thatās how most of the communication flows, with mute understanding. heāll huff in annoyance while his hips involuntarily buck up and heāll mutter: āāshit, whatever.. get this over with.āā (i hc he calls you bro when embarrassed lol) breath already hitched as you adjust the buckle to his neck. safe to say youāre more than proud to see him fall apart, even if tears never spill from his eyes.Ā
#shigaraki x reader#dabi x reader#overhaul x reader#mha smut#shigaraki headcanons#dabi headcanons#mha x reader#shigaraki tomura x reader#chisaki kai x reader#tw coercion#tw bd/sm
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SUMMARY: Someone's picked a fight with Prefect! But he isn't going to let anyone hurt you anymore. Not on his watch. Part 1! Part 2 with Vil and Silver can be found here.
WARNINGS: Uhhh Prefect (you) gets hit in the face & your nose bleeds. also blackmail.
COMMENTS: I actually wanted to write this firstly for some of my moots! I was gonna write more of their favourites but it accidentally got too long to put in one post, so I'm planning on making a part 2 tomorrow. Anyway, @azulashengrottospiano and @i-like-forgs, enjoy!!
It must be raining.
You were just out in a storm. Thatās all.
That would explain the crack of thunder that collided with your face and gave you a throbbing headache. The warm liquid blurring your vision and dripping out of your mouth and nose was just the rain, not some unholy mix of blood and tears. The chills that froze you where you stood was just humidity and the cold, not adrenaline and raw fear.
And yet, even with your desperate brain trying to come up with some reasonable explanation, the only thunderstorm you could see in front of you was a student you couldnāt recognise. Not with your head pounding like this. Not with the thunder in your ears.
There was something about the boy that scared you. That wasnāt uncommon - this school was full of terrifyingly promising mages. But the scariest thing wasnāt how he wielded his magical pen with deadly accuracy, or how strong he so evidently was.
It was just how much he seemed to be enjoying the mix of horror and pain, of blood and tears, that must have been so evidently and delicately splashed across your face.
His smile twisted as he raised his pen again, something in those cruel eyes of his setting off alarm signals in your aching head.
āThisāll teach you not to meddle where you donāt belong.ā
The pen glowed, pure magic surrounding it as he prepared to shoot. His sadistic eyes were alight with entertainment. He knew what he was about to do. He didnāt care.
You squeeze your eyes shut and braced for the lightning.
A chuckle and an arm wrapping around your waist made your eyes snap back open.
āCāmon babe, gotta run!ā
Pulling you by the waist, the boy broke into a run. You stumbled for a minute, but soon followed after. He released your waist but gently took your hand, tugging you along, urging you to be faster.
A stray spell flew between the two of you.
The boy looked back, an uncharacteristic flash of annoyance creasing his brow.
He caught your eye and winked.
āSplit card!ā
A second boy seemed to appear next to you. He was an exact copy of the first - the same stylishly ruffled orange hair, the same piercing emerald eyes, the same practiced, perfect smile.
The same red diamond under his right eye.
āHey, keep āem busy for me!ā
āYou got it, king.ā The second boy - the product of Cater Diamondās unique magic - winked at you. He planted his feet, whirled around and started to cast spell after spell at your assailant.
The real Cater Diamond pulled you along, into the school building. Together you ran, through corridor after corridor, passing empty classroom after empty classroom.
Finally, he slowed to a stop in front of a classroom youād never seen before. Glancing around and putting his finger in front of his mouth in a shushing motion, he grinned at you.
āIn here.ā
He held open the door for you, shutting it behind the both of you as you looked around. There were all different kinds of instruments and sheet music scattered around, along with an abandoned satchel. You saw at least one set of drums, along with two electric guitars and one acoustic, amps, even some microphones and music stands.
You supposed this was the Light Music Clubās room.
Cater winced, scratching his nape. āMy bad, forgot it was so messy here. Whoever that was wonāt find us here, though!ā He grinned at you, his smile fading when he noticed the condition you were in.
He took both of your hands and, holding you as though you were made of glass, led you over to an amp. He gently pushed you onto it. It was not the most comfortable thing to sit on, but that was not what you were focusing on.
How could it be?
Cater Diamond was standing in front of you. He glowed like the sun wherever he went, commanding your attention and leaving you blinded.
If he ever called you, you would gladly follow.
The light faded a little as he let go of your hands and stepped away. He walked over to the discarded bag on the ground and started rummaging through it.
āThereās gotta be somethingā¦ aha, #jackpot!ā Pulling out a packet of tissues, he made his way back over to you. Pulling out a tissue, he smiled hesitantly. āDo you mind if Iā¦?ā
You blinked. You had forgotten about the pounding in your head, which started to come back with a vengeance. Putting one hand to the side of your head, you gestured for him to go ahead.
He stood just in front of you, one hand cupping your face, the other gently trying to clean as much of the blood off as possible. He didnāt say anything as he went about his work, but there was a look in his eyes as he worked. One filled with kindness and empathy, soft enough to make your heart skip a beat.
He stepped back and, crossing his arms as though to survey his handiwork, he nodded satisfactorily. āThe blood on your shirt will be hard to wash off, but the bleeding from your nose has stopped.ā He gave you a strained - albeit gentle - smile.
You nodded and placed your hands in your lap, studying them instead of meeting the gentle emerald eyes you could feel searching you.
āPrefectā¦ā he started, the hesitancy in his voice evident. He cautiously sat next to you and you glanced up at him. āIs- are you okay?ā
You closed your eyes and leaned into him. He startled a little at your touch, then wrapped his arm around you. āI am now.ā
āMy my, what have we here?ā
āWhatā¦ the hell?!ā
That voiceā¦ wait, it couldnāt be-
Blinking rapidly to rid your eyes of the tears, you registered three things.
First, and most obvious, was that the thunderstorm was being contained.
Easily.
I mean, the new arrival held him as easily as a newborn kitten for goodnessā sake. He looked almost as twisted as your assailant, with pure glee in his yellow and olive-brown eyes, his wide grin revealing sharp, pointed teeth. He was evidently enjoying the studentās squirming.
āGot him! I wanna squeeze him ātil he pops~ā
The second thing you registered was the hand resting on your shoulder.
Looking up, you noticed another boy, practically a mirror image of the first. One hand was resting protectively on your shoulder, his other hiding his smile. He looked a lot calmer than the first, but his eyes - the exact opposite of his brotherās - betrayed him. The air around him was crackling with excited energy.
āNot yet, Floyd. I believe that Azul has something he wishes to say to him first.ā
āBoo. Hurry up.ā Wait.
Azul?
Looking around, you finally registered the third - and final - new arrival. Azul Ashengrotto, the head of the Mostro Lounge, was strolling towards the boy. There was something about him that was different. His curly hair caught the sun, making the silvery colour feel akin to pure, vivid white, as though it was glowing. From this angle, you couldnāt see the face youād studied so many times - his enchanting grey eyes, or the beauty mark just below his mouth.
There was nothing physically different. So what was wrong?
Ah, that was it. He was angry.
āDo not fret, Floyd.ā He stopped in front of the boy, directly in front of you. āYouāll get your chance soon enough.ā
āWh-ā¦ what the hell is wrong with you?!ā The student shouted, twisting and scratching at Floydās arm in a desperate attempt to free himself.
āWanna find out?ā Floyd squeezed the boy tighter and he yelped.
āNo! No thank you!ā
āWell, at least you have some manners.ā Azul drawled.
āWhat do you want from me?ā
āThis wonāt take long.ā Azul fished out some photos from his pocket and showed him. āDo you know who this is?ā
āH-ā¦ how did you-?!ā
āUnimportant.ā He waved off the question as though it was simply one about the weather. āHowever, I believe that it would be in your best interests to leave the Prefect alone now.ā āHahā¦ youāre trying to blackmail me?ā
āBlackmail is such an ugly word. I am simply offering you a way out.ā
āA way out?ā The boy scoffed.
āCertainly. I believe if your mother saw these photos, you would be in a great deal of trouble, would you not? If I am correct, you promised her youād be on your best behaviour this year. After all, one more incident could be enough for an expulsion, with a track record such as yours.ā
āHey-!ā
āItād be a shame for the school to lose such a promising mage. How about you meet with me in the VIP room tomorrow around 4 oā clock tomorrow? We can discuss things in moreā¦ detailā¦ then.ā
The boy glowered but said nothing.
Azul sighed. āIām a man of my word. As long as no harm will come to the prefect, no harm will come to you in the meantime.ā
āFine.ā The boy spat.
āVery well, we have a deal then.ā Azul took a step back. āLet him go, Floyd.ā
āBut he hurt Shrimpy! I donāt wanna~ā
āFloyd. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future.ā
Floyd complained loudly, but let the boy go. He smoothed his jacket, glaring daggers at you and Azul in turn. Then he whirled around and stormed off.
Three pairs of eyes now turned to you.
You blinked in return.
āShrimpyyy~!ā Floyd bounded over to you and squeezed you in a rib-cracking hug. āDid the bad man hurt you? Donāt worry, youāre with us now, Shrimpy!ā
āGive them some air, Floyd.ā Jade said and tugged Floydās shoulder, attempting to pull him away from you.
āNooo-ā
āAre you alright, Prefect?ā Azul asked. He sounded worried.
Floyd and Jade exchanged conspiratorial smirks and Floyd let you go. There was blood on his jacket from where your head had rested against him.
The realness of what just happened began to set in. The pounding sensation in your head came back with a vengeance. āI-ā¦ā the world began to spin around you, and Azul grabbed you, panic in his eyes. You felt your legs buckle and he caught you smoothly. āSorry- I just-ā
āItās quite alright. I will stay with you as long as you need.ā Azul reassured you, although you didnāt - couldnāt - miss the quiver in his voice or the pink dusting his face. He pulled out a handkerchief and put it to your face. You took it and applied pressure to your nose, angling your head downwards in order to stop the bleeding, as Azul hesitantly rubbed patterns into your back to help you feel better. The sensation made you feel warm.
With a smile, you realised it wasnāt storming anymore. The sun had finally come out.
ā„Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!ā„
#Rhea's twst fics~!#twisted wonderland#Azul Ashengrotto#twst#twst fanfic#twisted wonderland x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#azul x reader#Cater Diamond#cater diamond x reader#cater x reader#twst fluff#Azul twst#Azul Ashengrotto twisted wonderland#Cater twst#Cater Diamond twisted wonderland
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What about Felix and famous!reader????
pairing: joao felix x formula one driver reader summary: you're a famous formula one driver with a footballer boyfriend who's almost as famous warnings: none! some cringey couple things here and there though so be warned ...
a/n: ANON YOUR MINDD OMGG - also hope you don't mind that i made reader a formula one driver bc i think the dynamic would fit hehe also ?? first request ever AND first headcanon-style post? look at me go
a little backstory ...
ā¦ It all starts at an airport - you and your team making your way to the next race whilst he and Barcelona are travelling home. Just as youāre walking through the airport terminal you manage to lock eyes with him for a split second, the sides of his lips curling into a smile. You feel yourself blush and stop in your tracks before being ushered along by your manager.Ā You don't know it then, but the mysterious boy had also turned around to catch one last glimpse of you before your figure disappeared through the terminal gates. At least, as much of a glimpse as he could get before his teammates caught on with jeering whistles and teasing remarks.
ā¦ Itās just your luck that a couple of fans who had been waiting for either of your teams caught a couple clips of this moment and post it online - and it becomes the ultimate content for edits, shipping conspiracies, and videos.Ā
ā¦ From there on, things blow up. Clips of you watching his games or shots of him with your instagram posts open on his phone go viral amongst a flurry of dating rumours.Ā
ā¦ You first connect over these silly videos, but once you actually get to know each other you realise thereās actual chemistry between you two and eventually start dating - which you accidentally announce to the world after Joao scores a goal and points up to you in the stands (needless to say the internet was very happy that night)Ā
ā¦ On attending his games - him always insisting you have the best view (especially of him), enough tickets for anyone you want to bring, and every single one of his jerseys to wearĀ
ā¦ And vice versa, him attending your races and just being so supportive of you - he never wants you to feel like youāre just a wag, and is always sure to elevate your own success and achievements over your relationshipĀ
ā¦ Always wearing your merch, sharing your posts about your recent wins in races, his instagram has just become a fanpage for you at this point - and heās totally not complainingĀ Ā
ā¦ Football fans finding out about you through him (āWait Joao Felixās partner is like some athlete? I thought they were just a wag lol theyāre actually coolā) and Formula One fans finding out about him through you (āYou mean to tell me Joao Felix as in y/nās boyfriend actually does stuff and isnāt just their trophy boyfriend???ā)Ā
ā¦ With that being said, your relationship does involve some long-distance periods because of both of your professions but both of you put in so much effort that it works. Though itās not easy, he definitely makes up for it whenever you two do get to meet up by spoiling you rotten and spending as much time with you as possible.Ā
ā¦ Him CONSTANTLY getting teased by the team, but never learning his lesson and continues to bring you up at every single opportunity (he canāt help it, heās just so proud of you :(( )Ā
āDude, cmon.ā Pedri huffs as another one of Joaoās shots rebound off of the goal post during a cold morning training.Ā āHey cut him some slack, heās probably thinking about his partner,ā Gaviās tone is teasing as he says this, poking at Joaoās sides as the taller boy snarls in response. Even so, he canāt help but smile a little at the mention of you.Ā āCan you blame me? Did you guys see them last night? They were amazing, I mean Their overtakes were amazing and going from P10 to P3 is insa-ā he begins, but is cut off by the groans of his teammates around him who all go off to train on their own. He doesnāt mind though, since heās the one whoās lucky to have a partner worth bragging about.
ā¦ Is quite possessive and protective, not because he doesnāt trust you to be loyal or take care of yourself but because he knows what kinds of dangers being famous can pose and he wants to be able to help you through them.Ā
ā¦ Whenever you attend award ceremonies together his hand never leaves your waist, partially because he feels a little awkward without you (introvert bf things) but also because he just likes the feeling of having you close to him at all timesĀ
ā¦ OMG you guys have such a Barbie and Ken dynamic - esp that one audio thatās like āBarbie has a great day every day, but Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him.āĀ
ā¦ Overall you guys are generally adored by everyone, as much as Felix gets teased by his teammates, fans, and media outlets alike <33Ā
And a little something extra for my formula one / football girlies - I present to you: Carlos the Madridista reacting to you dating a Barcelona playerĀ
āNo, I will not have this.ā Carlos throws his hands up in frustration as he begins to walk away from you two. Itās Joaoās first time visiting you on the grid since youāve āofficiallyā announced your relationship, and you wanted to introduce him to someone you considered a big brother. Only thing was, you had forgotten how deep the rivalry between the team Carlos supported, Real Madrid, and your boyfriendās team ran.Ā āCarlos, please,ā you sound exasperated but in reality youāre trying to hold back laughter at how dramatic his reaction is.Ā āYou didnāt tell me your boyfriend was a Barcelona player?āĀ āWhat does it matter?āĀ āHow could you?!ā Carlos exclaims, his voice making it clear how betrayed he feels at your decision. Next to you, your boyfriend tenses up - you can tell how nervous he is to be meeting your group of friends and so you take his hand in yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. Even so, this entire situation is hilarious to you.Ā āOh get over yourself,ā you huff.Ā Eventually, you manage to get the two of them to sit down and have a proper man-to-man conversation in which they realise they have more in common than they think - the most obvious being both of them caring for you which they seem to have no problem bonding over. Needless to say, Carlosā hatred of the opposing club mightāve lessened a little that day.Ā
#formula one/football#formula one football crossover#football fanfic#football fluff#joao felix#joao felix fanfic#joao felix x reader#joao felix x you#joao felix fluff#joao felix fic#joao felix headcanons#purinfelix#jet writes ā
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tutoring sessions
Dan Heng x fem!reader
genre - smut
summary - your tutor (and friend) gets a little hot under the collar after you tease him, and things escalate a little (by a little I mean a lot).
cw!: nsfw (sexual themes), friends to (implied) partners, oral (dan heng receiving), praise, virgin!reader, virgin!dan heng, all characters 18+, kinda subby dan heng (he's also very vocal hehe), voyeurism kinda, reader is referred to as 'good/pretty girl' but that's really it for gendered language, implied that dan heng's still v thirsty for reader once the fic ends š
note - this is my first smut fic so I'm sorry if this is badly written šš dan heng might be a little ooc but I'll just roll w it... I was working on a fluff version of this but I accidentally posted the draft and I couldn't un-post it so I'm crying rn it was so long too-
and as always, thank you for reading :)
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"And today's topic..." the raven-haired man flips to a page in the calculus textbook that he's holding, "is mathematical induction."
"That sounds super hard!" you sigh playfully. "Can we please do something else?"
"Sum and product identities?"
"No!"
"How about-" he flips further, "-sigma notation?"
"Also sounds super hard."
"But it isn't."
"You say that everytime!"
"We do have to start somewhere, though," he remarks with a small smile.
For a split second, you remember where this whole thing actually started. Ah yes, your room, six months ago... when your parents hired him and you came downstairs to find a complete stranger your age sitting at the dinner table. You remember being confused about what classes you shared with him - he did seem familiar in a way, so you just assumed that you had some shared classes. Back then, he was very quiet, very low-profile, and look at him now! Talkative, compassionate, cheeky (only sometimes), kind... if you really excelled in English class, then you might've called him a bloomed flower or something else of the sort. He looks so different now, though - you don't know if it's the chill of the night air that's trickling through the open window by your desk, or the soft, mellow glow of the fairy lights strung up around your room, or if it's just your stupidly big crush on him... it's probably the latter, now that you think about it.
"Well, I don't want to start anything." You lean back in your chair and close your eyes, relishing in the way that you can practically feel his mock-disappointed gaze on you.
"I guess we'll end the sessions here then," he sighs. You weren't sure if he was kidding or not - something about his tone hinted that he wasn't, so, not really thinking it through, you spring back forward to the table and cup your face in your hands with your elbows on your desk. You look up at him in desperation.
"There's no need to do that," you pout, "I just don't feel like doing anything, you know?"
"Come on, let's just finish at least one lesson today," Dan Heng urges, leaning in a little as he does. He smiles encouragingly and pats your back, but you're still not planning on giving in to the agony of work.
"Why do we have to do that, though?" you whine, now folding your arms on your desk and laying your head down on them. It's now his turn to lean back in his chair.
"Okay, so what are you lacking in right now?" he asks, running a hand through his hair to get some wild strands out of his eyes. "Why don't you want to do anything today?" You hate yourself for the fact that you felt your face redden at his action.
"Lack motivation, probably," you bury your face in your arms now, trying to hide the prominent blush on your cheeks.
You hear him hum - a low, pleasant sound. "Motivation..."
As you hear seconds tick by on the clock across the room, your heartbeat calms down and just as you're sure that the redness covering your face and the tips of your ears has faded-
"Just be a good girl and if we get through at least one topic tonight, you'll get a reward. Is that good enough motivation for you?"
You tremble at his voice. It's persuasive and smooth and deep and makes something deep inside of your stomach flutter - was he messing with you? Did he know about you having a crush on him and was teasing you?
You tilt your head to look at him and instantly regret it. He's leaning in so much that you can feel small breaths of air escaping him as he breathes, his eyes trained on yours.
Then he leans back again and smiles, still keeping eye contact, while you, wide-eyed, bewildered, gawk at him.
"Just kidding." The audacity to say that! After you thought that he was flirting and actually took it seriously! Oh, you just had to get revenge.
"No, no, I'll do it," you raise your brows in defiance, a cheeky smile dancing on your lips. "I'll be a good girl."
This does him in. Now he's the blubbering fool, mouth opening and closing like a fish's, trying to process what you said. The fact that you could make Dan Heng, the least expressive person you've ever met, turn into a tomato from just a simple sentence was extremely satisfying.
"You don't have to," he stammers. In a few quick movements he's back at the table, arms folded in his lap. You notice that they're not relaxed, no, his hands are balled up into white-knuckled fists - should you really keep on teasing?
Immediately, you decide that yes, you should.
"But I want to."
For a split second you think that you heard something, maybe a faint meow from a stray cat or a little creak of the walls, but then you realize that the sound came from a much closer origin. Dan Heng, at this point, is tense all over - you can see his jaw clench and his fists growing tighter, nails probably leaving small white crescents in his skin. He's doubled over, too, like he has a stomachache. At this, you immediately feel regret, and all the seductiveness and sass from your voice vanishes in an instant, replaced with concern.
"You okay?"
"Yes," he says, still avoiding eye contact, "Yes, I'm good- can I just go to the bathroom for a sec?"
"Are you..?" You trail off, scared to finish your sentence at the possible implications. He swallows thickly and stands up, trying his best to cover his problem with his shirt, and just as he's about to exit your room-
"You can stay, if you want to..."
He slowly turns his head around, totally stunned at your words.
"I mean," you babble nervously, "my parents are still home, and there's a chance that they'll see your- um, friend, and..."
Before you can internally slap yourself for letting your mouth run like a river, he swivels around fully and his hand leaves the doorknob.
"You're sure?" he whispers.
"Only if you are," you reply, looking directly into his eyes, and Dan Heng awkwardly trudges back over to sit beside you on your bed, a blush dusting his face.
"I don't really know how to start," he admits, "I've never really... you know."
"Me neither," you reply with a nervous chuckle, trying to make light of the situation. "I mean, if you're up to it, I guess we can start with, um, kissing, or something..."
As if on cue, he leans towards you, cupping your cheek in his hand, and your eyes close as your lips touch.
It's your first kiss, too, so you don't really have anything to go off of, but this kiss makes your knees weak and you press your hands against his broad chest, seeking stability. He wraps his other hand around your waist at this action and as the kiss deepens, his lips travel down your jaw and to your neck, eventually coming to rest on your collarbone, where he plants another kiss and leans further into your touch.
You, meanwhile, reach for the tent in his sweatpants and start to rub it though the fabric, eliciting a whine from the larger man. He bucks up into your palm, desperate for more friction, and raises his lips to the shell of your ear, whimpering and quietly gasping in overwhelming pleasure. His large hands finally settle on your waist and his fingers dig into your skin as you continue your ministrations and smile into his shoulder.
"Please," he begs softly, "need to feel you 'round me."
He didn't need to tell you twice as you immediately get the hint and drop down to your knees in front of him. You hook a finger over the band of his sweatpants, tugging at it while looking up at Dan Heng with pleading, wide eyes.
He mutters an expletive when he lifts his hips up, cheeks reddening every second that passes, and as the clothes pool around his ankles, you can see the outline of his thick cock through the material of his boxers.
You decide to tease him (again, and you will never get tired of it because his reactions are way too cute to stop) and glide your fingers over the bulge, at which he squirms, but doesn't dare to take his eyes off of yours.
His hips rise again, and another article of clothing is shed, but this time his lower half is completely naked, so you finally get to see what he's been packing in there.
It's gorgeous compared to the ones that you've seen online. It's standing at attention, slightly twitching whenever your hot breath meets the tip. Dan Heng sees your eyes widen and swallows nervously as you subconsciously lick your lips.
"Is it not...?" he trails off, eyebrows furrowed.
You shake your head, still mesmerized. "No, no, it's very pretty."
He whines when you lean closer to it, eventually bringing it to rest against your cheek. You look up at the man as your hand wraps around its base and you hum at how warm it is.
"You ready?" you ask. You're rubbing your thighs together at this point - his half-lidded eyes, red, swollen lips parted in a sigh, and cheeks dusted with pink elicit a reaction from you like no erotic content ever could.
"Yes- yes, (y/n), please, need you so much, please," he gasps desperately, hands reaching to his sides and grabbing the blanket underneath him. You fulfill his request with a light kiss to the red tip of his now-leaking cock (at which a whimper escapes his lips and he almost bucks up) and take it into your mouth.
His long fingers weave through your hair at the back of your head in an attempt to feel more of you - you then moan, sending delicious vibrations to his cock which throbs in appreciation.
"You're s'warm," Dan Heng hisses through his teeth above you, tears about to fall from his watery eyes, "so, so tight, fuck! Such a good girl f'me, yeah-"
You take more of him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as his tip hits the back of your throat. Your gag reflex activates and your throat constricts - the raven-haired man above you nearly chokes at the feeling while you drag your lips off of his cock.
"'M sorry," you whisper as you slowly stroke it, feeling it pulse in your soft hands.
"Don't be, that was - ah - felt so good," he pants. "You okay, though?"
"Yeah, 'm all right... can we continue, though?"
"Please."
You stop stroking it and attempt to fit it all in once more, sharp gasps coming from the man above you. You almost reach the base, but his tip prods against the back of your throat so you have no choice but to suck it, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. Rogue specks of your saliva land on it just to pool on your lips as they hungrily come back down his shaft.
He's arching his back from the pleasure, applying a little pressure to your head to guide it in a steady rhythm. His hips start bucking up faster and faster as he gets close to his orgasm - he's shaking his head, screwing shut his eyes as deep, throaty groans are ripped from his chest.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck... doin' so well, pretty girl - ah! - makin' me feel s'good, yeah? 'M gonna cum, baby, just keep - fuck - suckin' me off like that like a good girl, please, fuck, please-"
Eventually he can't take it anymore. His hips are now wildly thrusting up into your mouth, lower abs flexing at the movements, he's panting, drooling, and crying all at the same time - it's so overwhelming and it feels so amazing that he cums with a single, broken moan.
Dan Heng's chest is heaving up and down as he comes down from his high, soothing hand petting your head gently. You attempt to stand, but fail as you topple back onto the ground, laughing.
"Cock so good you can't stand back up?" he teases jokingly, and lends you his hand so he can pull you back up onto the bed.
"Hah, you wish," you smirk back and giggle again. "So, what are we then? Are we still friends, or have we been demoted to student and tutor again?"
His eyes narrow and cloud with lust as an idea pops into his head - you swallow nervously when you meet his darkened gaze. He grabs your wrist and pushes you back, his other hand now greedily kneading your thigh.
"We'll see after I repay you."
#dan heng#dan heng hsr#hsr x you#hsr fanfic#honkai#honkai star rail#dan heng smut#hsr smut#star rail smut#dan heng x reader#dan heng x you#dan heng x y/n#hsr#i really only started to simp for him once his il form came out š«£#like pls marry me id do anything
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how each driver would respond to āwould you love me if i was a wormā šŖ±
(and you actually get turned into a worm)
charles leclerc: gets the whole ferrari team to take turns looking after the worm. thereās a care roster and a motivational talk and everything. you become not charlesās worm but the ferrari worm. he posts a really cool social media story about āmy journey looking after the worm.ā you are loved, if a bit haphazardly.
max verstappen: ādo i have time to keep a worm? probably not. but i will get someone to get you a decent box i guess. sorry if my cats eat you.ā
oscar piastri: āno. youāre a worm.ā
lando norris: professes his love and says āof course i would, babeā. only to be away so much on holiday or busy on track that you eventually perish in your enclosure
lewis hamilton: yes and will get you the most beautiful box with all sorts of fronds and ferns. he will build you the cutest little jungle gym of mind-enriching worm activities. you will see him about once a year but he will make sure youāre always fed and happy. he will help raise awareness of worms in their ecosystems all over the planet
carlos sainz: actually is very good at keeping the worm/you alive but is thrown for a loop because charles and lewis are all doing exceptionally with their worms. he flushes you down the toilet in a moment of emotional distress
alex albon: doesnāt tell anybody about the worm but will eventually have the longest living worm although everyone will forget this fact.
george russell: holds a drivers meeting about whether it is ethical to keep worms and should they in fact be considered emotional support animals. the vote is split and the outcome is undecided
fernando alonso: makes a tiktok with you āday in a life with my wormā. then leaves you on the side of the road and you roast to death under the sun
lance stroll: begrudgingly looks after you for about a week after which he pawns you off to his sister who is now stuck with his random worm
kevin magnussen: gives the worm to his daughter who uses it for a school project. itās very cute
nico hulkenburg: people forgot about him so he didnāt even get a worm. heās not that sad about it.
zhou guanyu: would seem totally neutral about it but end up incorporating a worm design into his track fits and his helmets. his worm helmet goes super viral on weibo.
valtteri bottas: will use you for fishing bait and might be a bit sorry about it.
pierre gasly and esteban ocon: constantly fighting over the same worm. nobody knows that the other has the exact same one. it ends with the alpine TP stepping in and confiscating the worm. the worm somehow gets acquired by mclaren.
yuki tsunoda: he keeps you in a box that is structurally very questionable but yuki somehow finds time on the road to get you the highest quality worm feed and vegetables. you thrive under his gourmand care although he shakes the box way too hard sometimes
daniel ricciardo: changes you immediately for a caterpillar and hopes nobody notices. the caterpillar takes ages to turn into a butterfly and then people are asking bro i thought you got a worm. he gets a caterpillar tattoo.
sergio perez: couldnāt care less. thought you were roadkill stuck on his windshield and squishes you with the windscreen wiper by accident
logan sargeant: WHAT DA FUK IS A WORMMMMM? your worm life ends prematurely when logan accidentally drops your box on the floor. james vowles gets him a new worm and it remains to be seen whether the second worm is better (hopefully it is).
#f1blr#f1#f1 headcanons#formula 1 memes#formula one#the grid#this is so deranged im sorry#but i had fun headcanoning what would happen if they had to look after worms#tales of the chronically online#ngl i made myself laugh while writing this#no worms were harmed in the making of this post#wiz.yaps#wiz.HCs
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thoughts on the Eddie scene from the end of the commercial reel? :D
HAHA oh man. okay while i'm waiting on the results of that poll, i might as well answer this. thoughts under the cut:
so, this may be me being optimistic, but i actually don't think this is indicative of eddie being permadead or anything, and not just because i think it'd be kinda cheap to kill a character off this early into the story before we even got to really know them. rather, i think this is a pretty straightforward explanation for eddie's absence from the homewarming recordings: he spent most of the day in his office waiting to be called on, only got invited to the homewarming party once everyone else had wrapped up their shenanigans, and proceeded to disassociate so hard that he was borderline catatonic when frank managed to draw his attention away from whatever he saw when he looked beyond the veil - and it's implied that frank was the only (or at least, the first) person to notice his acute distress in the first place. in short, eddie's presence throughout the entire holiday of homewarming ended up being so inconsequential either way that he might as well have not even been worth mentioning. of course, if he is missing by the next update then like. egg on my face. but that's how i see it for now.
so, is The Void that eddie found himself in when he first opened his eyes real? i mean, certainly on some level, it must be. either it's the truth of the neighbors' world or it is simply true for home, since they were the only other entity there - and since home is at the center of their world, well...... . as for what the void represents - i feel like that's something we'll only have a clearer picture of once another character finds themselves in The Bullshit, but i can hazard a few guesses, the first and most obvious being that it's eddie accidentally piercing the veil by being just a little too OOC for the universe's liking, i.e. "silly mailman, you're the resident workaholic! you're not actually supposed to relax, that's just so this special can end!" the second interpretation - and one that i like just a bit more, if i'm being honest - is that it's a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy, or that distress over a deviation from the status quo makes one more susceptible to The Horrors.
hear me out: we know from the previous show scenes in the commercial reel that feeling useless or unneeded by way of having no work to do is a really easy way to get under eddie's skin, and his agitation over that was still lingering when sally invited him to the homewarming party. he's optimistic, yes - but very cautiously so. he's not used to it. something still feels a little wrong, which presents a prime opportunity for Something (home?) to wrap their arm around his shoulder and go, "buddy, you have no fucking idea." i remember reading a post that went something like "if a person goes from 1 to 100 seemingly out of nowhere, chances are they were at a 99 for a really long time, and they were just either hiding it or didn't even realize it." i think it's something like that. Something - home? wally? one of those two acting on the other's behalf? - sees this dissatisfaction, and in it, finds an opportunity to Make Them See. Make Them Understand.
something else i can't stop thinking about is that final shot of frank at the end. on the one hand, yes, it is very sweet how frank is willing to break away from formality if it means making sure that eddie's alright. on the other hand, though.... that shot of frank feels very idolizing to me. in the sea of red, frank is the one remnant of when things were fine and dandy for eddie just a few minutes before. he's in the center of the shot, and for that split second, arguably the center of eddie's world. they're even haloed by light, like an angel. again, whether they're in a properly established relationship by this point or if this is the beginning of their relationship turning from a playful flirtationship to something deeper, it's sweet to think that this is how eddie sees frank - as a refuge from The Bullshit. but i have to wonder... is eddie prepared for the possibility (or inevitability, rather) that one day, it'll be frank in that chair? given how frank likes things "just so," how is eddie going to react if, say, frank decides that the best way to ensure eddie's safety/wellbeing is to stay away from him? Many Questions Here.
[remembers that i suggested lower one's eyes as eddie's answer to frank's esperar pra ver once] [remembers that lower one's eyes is about a judas analogue being in love with a jesus analogue] [coughs up blood]
on that note, i know some folks think that at least some parts of "bug-a-bye and goodnight" are about eddie because "that's not the kind of thing you say about a bug!!!" but the thing about that is. it might not be what you would say about a bug. but it is absolutely what frank would say about a bug.
ok i'm done. For Now.
#anonymous#ask#welcome home#wh speculation#eddie dear#franklydear#near the end anyway#edit: CHECK THE ADDITIONAL REBLOGS I ADD ONTO THIS POST A LOT
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This Wasn't The Plan (But I'll Make it Work)
Summary: Twenty years after Mabel Pines accidentally shoved her brother into another dimension, she learns that there's a new set of twins in the Pines family. She's ecstatic when she goes down to meet them, only to discover that the parents of said twins are less so. Things get heated, bad fights ensue, and somehow, Mabel leaves with a baby in the back of her car.
Or, a combination Relativity and Reunion Falls where Stanley Pines grows up in Gravity Falls with his Great Aunt Mabel.
Author's Note: Yes I am aware of how niche the audience for this fic will be, but I just think combining Reunion Falls and Relativity Falls has a lot of opportunity for baby Stan and Ford angst. Plus it gives me an opportunity to write Stan growing up with an adult who actually loves him and appreciates him and wants him around and I canāt just not write that
There isnāt really going to be much of a cohesive storyline for this, itās just going to be a bunch of scene ideas I have because I can do what I want. After I post the second one, I'll make a masterlist, and link that here. Just rest assured that whatever comes next it will give you plenty of reasons to hate Filbrick Pines.
Masterlist
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It only takes Mabel one night to realize sheās going to need two cribs.
Working on the portal is many thingsā frustrating, confusing, dread-inducing, hopelessā but quiet is not one of them.Ā Mabel becomes acutely aware of this when she finally heads upstairs to go to bed, and hears Stanley wailing.Ā And he clearly hadnāt just started either, considering how bright red his face is when Mabel makes it up to her room and finds him crying in his crib.
Stanley is many things tooā a complete shift to Mabelās mental image of what her life would look like, a huge drain on her financial resources, the first creature since Waddles that sheād loved the second she saw himā but louder than two stories of basement and an interdimensional portal isnāt one of them.Ā But she canāt very well move the crib into the basement, Maria will ask questions about where itās gone.
So, the next day, Mabel goes into town and buys a second crib, and writes off the questions by saying the first one broke.Ā Then she takes it down to the basement, and that night, after all of the customers leave the craft store, she carries Stanley down with her.
No, she doesnāt know what sheās going to do in a couple years when heās old enough to remember this and she canāt just bring him downstairs with her, sheāll figure it out.
For now, itās fine.Ā Stanleyās sleeping in the crib next to the control panel in the first room, as far away from the portal as she can put him, and when he cries, Mabel can stop what sheās doing and hold him until he falls back asleep.
He does bring a different problem, though.Ā Because Stanley may not be as loud as the portal and two floors of the house, but he is still loud.Ā And Mabel is not exactly at her least stressed when sheās working on the portal.
āYou said you wanted this,ā she mutters to herself as Stanley cries in the crib.Ā āYou said you could handle it.Ā And you are not giving that man the satisfaction of being proven right.ā
She hears Stanley take a deep breath in, and Mabel drops her head onto Journal 1 and covers her ears just before he lets out an ear-splitting scream.
She canāt remember the last time sheās slept through the night.Ā Itās either the portal, or itās Stanley, or itās the portal and Stanley.
God, sheās too old to be raising a kid.
Stanley keeps wailing, and Mabel forces herself out of the desk chair and over to the crib.
āKid,ā she says to Stanley, in a voice that she means to sound sweet but just ends up coming out exhausted.Ā āI donāt understand what the problem is.Ā I already checked your diaper, and I fed you before we came down here.Ā It hasnāt been long enough for you to be hungry yet.ā
Stanley just continues to wail and squirm back and forth in the crib, until Mabel is finally forced to bend down and pick him up.
Almost as soon as heās tucked inside her arms, Stanley quiets down and looks up at her.Ā He makes a happy babble noise.
Mabel gives a slightly hysterical laugh.Ā āKiddo, thatās really sweet, but I kind of need both hands right now,ā she says, gesturing to the notebook sheād been writing in and the journal next to it, as if Stanley has any clue what they mean.
Predictably, as a two month old baby, Stanley does not respond to this.
Mabel sighs and walks back over to the desk, propping the journal up against the back of it as best she can while holding Stanley, and then sitting them both down and picking up the pencil.Ā Her handwriting looks more than a little sloppy while focusing most of her attention on holding Stanley properly, but she writes as much as she can, until she feels her head starting to droop.
She really canāt afford to fall asleep while holding Stanley, so she pushes the chair back from the desk and stands.Ā Time to call it a night, she supposes.
Stanley tugs on her hair during the elevator ride up, but Mabelās tired enough that she lets him, all the better to keep her awake.
Waddles must be alerted to the sound of her closing the vending machine door, because he comes running into the room and slams his head against Mabelās legs, oinking happily.Ā Stanley babbles again in response, and then the two of them start talking back and forth.
Mabel smiles, exhausted but fond, and lets Waddles follow them both back up to her bedroom.
Waddles curls up happily in his bed, which is on the floor right next to Mabelās, as soon as they get there.Ā Stanley is calm enough that when Mabel sets him down in his crib, he doesnāt start screaming again, and Mabel manages to sing to him long enough that his eyes slip shut.Ā Hopefully heāll stay down for a few hours this time.
āGod,ā Mabel mutters to herself, looking from Stanley to Waddles.Ā āDipper is going to kill me when he gets back and finds out thereās a kid and a pig living in his house.ā
She forces a laugh, because the other option is to sob, and sheās too tired to cry tonight.
She barely manages to make it back to her bed before she falls asleep, clothes and all.Ā She does feel it when Waddles crawls up into the bed next to her, however.Ā Give it a couple years and Stanley will probably be doing that too.
Sheās going to have to buy a bigger bed.
Ah, well.Ā Itās worth it for her pig and her boy.
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I had a person bring up mlb on my post about how I enjoyed that fic I read where soulmates can read each otherās minds, so here are my thoughts on this (most of which I already shared with @lenacraft ):
ā¢ Marinette transforming for the first time and hearing Tikkiās voice in her head and freaking out for a second thinking that this tiny alien is her soulmate
ā¢ So many people accidentally mistaking Hawkmoth for their soulmates for a split second (wonder how that impacts getting akumatized, if your guard gets dropped more because you think itās your soulmate speaking to you)
ā¢ Can your soulmate hear you getting akumatized? Can they do anything about it?
ā¢ Marinette wondering if itās Luka or Adrien thatās her soulmate, anxiously waiting for whenever the mind reading kicks in (maybe at a specific age or when youāve interacted with them enough times), and finally, after all this anticipation, thoughts that arenāt her own (or Tikkiās) filter in, annnnd itās a bad cat pun. Itās Noir. Fuck.
ā¢ ^ prev was a funny thought, but I actually prefer Marinette/Kagami, so: Marinette waiting and finally hearing her soulmate and itās Kagami, and she panics and introduces herself as Ladybug, and Kagamiās a bit disappointed that itās not Marinette
ā¢ Lila lying and saying she has Ladybug as her soulmate, and thatās what ticks off Alya as being suspicious, since sheās a huge LadyNoir shipper
ā¢ Alya being Marinette/Ladybugās soulmate (greatest realization, she can finally interview her whenever she wants) having Lila tell her that lie to her face
ā¢ God imagine if it was Lila. Marinette realizing that and then deciding to forcibly become her conscience. Sending her disapproving vibes every time she can tell Lila lied about something
ā¢ I donāt have any specific Lukanette thoughts but I can tell itād be cute for them
Yāall can add more if you want, Iām not up to date on the show at all š
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Yuji Itadori ā Secrets
Yuji x Fem!Reader Genre: š„/āļø Word count: 1433 Trigger warningsā ļø: violence, very minor swearing
synopsis: in which, a cute sushi date becomes a complete curse disaster....
a/n: hey!! yet another post from my wattpad account that I forgot about....anyway enjoy my yuji fanfic cause he's such a bean! oh and we are doing first person for a change š¼ š©·š©·
First person POV
"Okay then...me or Jennifer Lawrence?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"Jennifer Lawrence." I gasped as my boyfriend of 2 years had chosen Jennifer Lawrence over me.Ā
"Find yourself a new girlfriend...hmph!" I smacked his arm playfully, acting offended as he just chuckled at me.
"Of course, I choose you, babe!" I smiled lovingly at my boyfriend as he fed me some of his sushi.
I have been dating my current boyfriend, Yuji Itadori, for 2 years now and to put it simply...he is the light of my life. When I met him, I accidentally dropped my phone in a river whilst feeding some swans, and he jumped in for me to get it, and from then I fell in love with him. We exchanged numbers, went on a few dates, and then he asked me to be his girlfriend, an offer I can't refuse.Ā
Yuji told me that he goes to a small school in the countryside that doesn't accept many students which was very obvious to me since I had met everyone in the school already...and there would be times where I wouldn't see him for weeks, longing for his cuddles and having to make do with his hoodie. However, I never questioned it as he always kept me updated.
Right now, I am on a date with him in a sushi restaurant that I had been craving for weeks and he had just come back from a two-week trip so it was a perfect time to have a romantic/chaotic date with him (it's never a dull moment with Yuji).
Second person POV
You had finished up in the sushi restaurant feeling very contented, walking down a path with Yuji hand in hand, making random conversations.
"I bet cherry blossoms are jealous of how gorgeous you look right now...cause you're looking pretty as hell!" Yuji said, making you burst out laughing, and despite the pick-up line being hella cringe, your face was dusted with a light blush as you snuggled up into him.
"I love you so much, Yuji," you said whilst inhaling his addictive scent.
"I love you mo-" Yuji stopped in his tracks, tightening his grip on you as he sensed the presence of a curse.Ā
"Yuji, babe, are you okay?" You felt extremely concerned as it was rarely that Yuji was as serious as he was now.Ā
"Y/N, go and hide, right now...it isn't safe here."
"Yuji...what is it?" Before you could question further, you felt an inexplicable force grab you. You turned around, pure horror taking over your usually calm persona.Ā
You let out an ear-splitting shriek as you saw a grotesque...creature...holding you up too high for comfort. It has a murky colour and had multiple eyes all looking at you. It was making wretched noises as its other malformed arms came to tighten its grip on you.
"Aghh! LET GO OF ME, YOU UGLY ASS!!" You slapped the hand that gripped you as it got tighter, making it harder for you to breathe. You slowly lost consciousness as the last thing you saw was Yuji, stretching your arm to him before passing out fully.
Yuji POV
As much as it truly pained me to, I had been lying to Y/N about a few things... especially what I actually do in my school. It was all for her protection because the thought of losing her forever is entirely worth keeping this big secret from her.
When I sensed the curse after our date, my heart plummeted. I could sense that it was very strong, and without someone's help, it would be quite difficult to fight the curse.
Before I knew it, the curse grabbed Y/N, making me panic as I didn't realize the extremely fast speed that this cursed moved at.
"Y/N!!!! HANG IN THERE!!" As Y/N lost consciousness, I ran and landed a strong kick on the curses face, immobilizing it but not enough for it to let go of Y/N.
The curse turns its arm into a sharp object and sends its arm flying, I can't dodge in time, so it jabs me in my stomach. Deep red blood pools out as my hands are tainted red from gripping my wound.
I look down, wincing in pain before it sends me flying into a nearby abandoned building. My body aches and throbs with pain as I am losing my strength from the wound and from the impact with the building.
As I try to get up, Sukuna appears on my cheek.
"How useless. You can't even defeat such a weak curse... how are you my vessel...and how is that foolish girl in love with you? Probably because she is rather useless herself...." Sukuna snarls, and I growl in pain and anger as Sukuna mocks my girlfriend.Ā
Suddenly, I feel Sukuna trying to take over my body, clearly being impatient and wanting to get the job done, but my willpower and flaming anger towards him stops that from happening.
"Don't ever insult my girlfriend again, asshole." I murmur, getting up using some Sukuna's power to fuel me.
The curse has made its way to me and held Y/N meters away from its mouth but I used all my power and speed with Sukuna's help and landed a roundhouse kick at its head, disconnecting the head from the body.Ā
Grey blood spurts out from where the curse's head should've been, and it slowly collapsed, dropping Y/N in the process. I caught Y/N before she hit the ground and felt her chest to find a faint heartbeat.
I let out a soft sigh as I jumped to a roof where it was safe. I held Y/N close to my chest worried she would remember the traumatic experience and may even want to leave me after finding out I lied to her...
First person POV
I stirred awake and immediately felt a horrible migraine, and my body throbbed with pain. I suddenly recounted the series of events...
"Agh... THE MONSTER! THE MONSTER!! WHERE IS IT? WHERE -" I was cut short by a tight hug and someone stroking my back tenderly. I felt something wet at my gut and saw blood... blood that wasn't mine.
Then I looked up and saw Yuji injured and panting looking at me with tears in his eyes, "Y/N, the curse is gone....it's okay now, it's okay..." Even though Yuji was consoling me, it sounded like he was comforting himself. I cupped his cheeks and wiped his tears away.
"My love, it's okay! Are you okay with your bleeding, Yuji!!" he nodded to say he was absolutely fine, "Please, I'm begging you, explain what happened. What are curses? Why was I going to die?" I looked him deep in the eyes, and even though I could tell his wanted to tell me, he looked pained to do so. He took a deep breath in and let out a heavy sigh, confessing everything to me, from school to his 2-week trips.
"I-I understand if you don't want me anymore, I lied and -" Before he could finish, I pressed my lips to his softly. He was shocked initially but melted into the kiss, finding deep comfort in it.
When our lips depart I smile at Yuji genuinely, "Yuji, thank you for saving me and telling me all this even if it hurts...and I guarantee you, I definitely don't want to leave you. I love you regardless....but promise me... you won't keep secrets like this from me ever again."
"I promise Y/N, I love you so much." Yuji hugs you tightly as you giggle and return the embrace.
"More than Jennifer Lawrence?" You hear Yuji laugh softly.
"Wayyyy more."
"I love you, Yuji." You both rest in each other's embrace, knowing secrets are a thing of the past.
A lil add on for yall:
Megumi arrived with Gojo, and they were greeted with the sight of you, and Yuji passed out in each other's embrace.
"Awww, would you look at that? How cute!! When are you gonna get a girlfriend, huh Megumi?" Gojo looked at Megumi expectantly with his hands on his hipĀ
"Gojo sensei, respectfully you are 13 years older than me and have no girlfriend." Megumi deadpanned.
"Ugh, you spoil sport..." Gojo sighed, feeling offended as they took you and Yuji back to get treated.
a/n:Ā ThanksĀ for reading my lovlies!!Ā hopeĀ you enjoyed!Ā don'tĀ forget to request!ššµššµ
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Trolls - Accidental Knight and the end of the world (Field of Forget-me-nots au - what if?) -PART 4!!!!
Okay, so this is a what if off of second movie of the FoF au (this post), where Barb won. This was inspired by the fic "The Beginning of the End" by AnimationFan2006 on Ao3. Pls go give it a read. I highly recommend that anyone go to look at the rest of the Field of Forgetmenots au. And I had to split it in half because I posted the first one at 2:00 am. Here is that first post! and here's part 2 and here's part 3
Keith wakes up from a dream about him and Branch practicing archery in the woods. Well, it's more of a memory, about the trolling being scared to shoot at something after accidentally hitting his brother last time. Dream Branch's presence and comfort feels so real, and once awake the trolling misses his brother more then ever. Branch's final words echoing through his mind....
"Never be afraid to shoot, it could mean your life or others."
Him and the others had taken cover on a plateau on the edges of Rock territory for the prisoner pick up. It's one of the few places with actual green vegetation in nearby because of a river that flows through it, before going deeper into the territory and the distance between the top of it and the hot ashland ground below. Demo left hours ago, and Keith's worried about him. The rock troll is a little dorky, definitely a weak link, but genuine. Branch would like him.
He joins the others outside of Rhonda, their crew consists of John Dory, Bruce, Floyd, Clay, Viva, Tresillo and Wani (DJ and the other trollings stayed at the golf course). Keith sits by the fire they set up the previous night for breakfast. He accepts the food, but doesn't interact when Bruce and Floyd try to talk to him. Keith doesn't talk much anymore. Especially to Branch's bio-brothers. The trolling's feelings towards them complicated. He was mad at them, and some part of himself wanted to be mad forever. Branch had suffered through so much, and they were never there. Whenever Keith had been hurt or sick, even if it was just a little scratch or sniffle, Branch was there patching him up with a story, medicine and a bandage. Branch's brothers didn't even bother to show up when Branch was possibly on his deathbed last year after the chef nearly cut him in half. But another part of the mossy Trolling was just to tired to be angry and wanted to just snuggle up next one of them, pretending they were Branch. Because...who knows if Keith would ever get to hug his brother again.
It didn't help that most of them were just straight up jerks. They apologized, but didn't say for what, nor did they change their behavior. Floyd wouldn't leave him alone. The red-headed brother, acted all clingy, it felt like he was trying to take Branch's place as Keith's older brother. Not that Keith would ever let that happen. Floyd couldn't be trusted, he was a lair, there was a reason that Branch didn't make promises often. Bruce kept treating him like a little kid, who couldn't take care of himself. Granted, there were somethings that Keith needed help with, but he wasn't a baby. Branch made sure that Keith had all the skills to take care of himself, and where his limits were. Bruce didn't believe him when he said that, and that was offensive not only to Keith but to Branch as well, who took great care of Keith! He just also made sure Keith knew what to do in an emergency! Unlike some people who think an eight-year-old can't cut their own sandwich!
Clay wasn't at the firepit as he was busy keeping Viva calm, since they were out of the golf course, (while she had been all for getting her sister back, going outside was still nerve wreaking), and Keith didn't mind. Clay was just straight up a hypocrite! He spoke all the time about being serious, this calm and collected guy with a plan. When in reality he never took anyone else seriously, and was a kettle ready to blow with that temper he had. Both the stringbean brother and Bruce were almost tied for most annoying since they didn't believe Keith when the trolling told them he knew what he was doing. Something had shifted with Clay recently, his temper mellowed out slightly, but it didn't change the trolling's opinion of him.
After eating, Keith would run to join Tresillo on look out, John Dory came along after a few minutes. Out of all the brothers, John Dory seemed to be the only one who actually felt guilty about leaving, and actually put effort in figuring out Keith as his own person. Not seeing him as a replacement baby brother. Not as a scared kid who didn't know what he was doing. Just as Keith. Not that Keith gave him much to work with. Still it put him leagues above the other three.
Once that anglers showed, up Keith felt excited for the first time in a long time. He was running before Poppy even exited the transport critter, but nothing would stop him from running into her arms. She looked different. Her dress dirty and ripped, a streak of black and grey going through her otherwise bright hair, and tear tracks along her eyes. But she was there and with her Keith felt safe.
If only it lasted. The soft reunion, even Viva walking over gently calling Poppy's name was interrupted by chaos breaking out in an ambush. The peace was broken, by a the zombified K-pop gang and reggaeton trolls, and Branch himself.
His brother's corrupted form is horrifying. The green of his armor, was shifted over to a burn metallic red. The smooth leaf platting and vine sashes, had been replaced with critter leather and blackened brambles. The once comforting amber color of the lenses in the mask were set ablaze with the hue of blood. The caller, and cuffs were black spiked bands, tight like shackles. Showing his brother as a prisoner in his own body. A haze of red smog surrounding him, suffocating his form.
The fight that ensues is chaotic an bloody. Tresillo and Wani take on their sisters with heavy hearts, trying to both defend themselves while not hurting their family too badly (I head canon the ReggaetĆ³n trolls as triplets, I know most people see them as a throuple, but I like the siblings angle better, sorry), with Clay and Viva backing them up due to the numbers angle. Smidge jumps in being part of the guard using her hair to subdue them best she can. Floyd and Bruce are Trying to herd the others into Rhonda so they can escape, however when they come to Poppy and Branch their both frozen. Because in front of them, sword against sword, brother against brother, John and Branch dueled. Keith could tell that Branch was holding back, or at least trying too. His strikes are shaky, like he's fighting himself. However, whatever the little restraint Branch has is slipping quickly.
John Dory is mostly panicked at this is happening. His Baby brother is trying to kill him. Not to mention, where in the world did Branch learn to sword fight like this?! Eventually the corrupted troll forced John toward the edge of the plateau, right next to the river bank before it became a waterfall. By some miracle John isn't pushed over, instead he slipped around Branch hoping to lead him away from the cliff. However, out of nowhere Branch flips back throwing his leg out and knocking john to the ground. The next few moments are clear in his mind even as his head pounds. Branch standing over him Sword raised high, ready for the final blow. Then there's the whistle of an arrow and suddenly Branch was falling over the edge, an Arrow sticking out of the middle of his baby brother's chest. John turns to look in the direction the Arrow was shot, finding Keith, the trolling trembling, his bow held up, its string shivering as if it just fired.
"What did you do?!" Clay screamed, startling the trolling, and making Poppy glare at him.
Smidge has fully restrained the other zombies attacking them. Jovi came running over, pulling John to his feet. "C'mon, if he landed in the river he has a chance," The halfing spoke.
John and his brothers, along with, Jovi, Demo Poppy, Viva and Keith load up in Rhonda and began to search the river banks below the plateau. Bruce is helping Floyd through a panic attack, and Keith is sobbing into Poppy's arms, saying "sorry" over and over again, but other then that it's a silent ride as they all look at the river bank for any unknown shapes. It's Demo that spots a grey lump among the rapids. Rhonda leaped into the water, swallowing Branch, pulling him into the cabin. Branch lands on the floor, they haze was gone but he was completely grey, soaking wet, and arrow in his chest and not breathing.
Jovi jumps in the moment the grey troll falls on the floor. He screams for people to back up as he addressed the damage. His first main concern is that the grey troll wasn't breathing. With a drowning victim getting air into the body was one of the most important tasks, and it had to be done in under five minute. He settles Branch on his back, and administers CPR, he worries about doing chest compression, but after the armor was removed, turns out the arrow wound wasn't all that deep, it was close, so close to hitting something important and killing the grey troll. Jovi's hands are horribly bloody by the time he gets Branch breathing again.
With Help from John Dory, Jovi gets Branch stable. The grey troll is stripped of his armor and weapons, left in a pair of barrowed pj shorts and bandaged torso. Tucked in tight on the sofa in the back of the Armadillo bus' cabin. Jovi isn't a doctor and for that he apologizes, but he's done his best with the phsyical. as far as he can tell, Branch has a puncture wound, along with broken ribs, but he has no answers for his lack of color.
They pick up the others, tying the Zombie's up an head back to the golf course.
On the way back, Poppy and Keith stay by Branch's side. The trolling glaring at anyone other then Jovi coming too close. It takes a hot minute but eventually Keith falls asleep curled into his big brother's side. The scene in front of her is horrifyingly similar to like when Branch was in his coma and she hates it. It hurts to see him like this, and it makes her realize just how important he is to her. She silently vowes to tell him, as soon as he wakes up.
After that she can't keep the others waiting. They need a queen right now, and Poppy can't fail them. She at first checks on her friends and thanks the new trolls for saving them, Jovi and Demo especially. When she meets Brozone, internally she's kind of fangirling, but she's to tired to express it outwardly, and it makes her very suspicious as to where they were when Branch was in trouble when she learns their his brother's too. Over all she's pretty collected, until Viva introduces herself. Now, Poppy doesn't mean to be well, mean, but she Just starts laughing. Not an "Excited to meet you this is so funny laugh" its and "Of fucking course" hysterical laugh. Viva asks if she's okay, and Poppy answers...
"Sure! Why wouldn't I be, I just found out that not only did my father lied to me for my entire life the second time like it wouldn't seriously effect me in the future! Like who cares about the other tribes! We'll never hear from them! Who cares if I don't tell my daughter about a long lost sister! it's not like their ever going to meet at the end of the world!!"
Poppy breaks down sobbing, sliding down to her knees. Cooper walks up and nudges his sister gently.
"Poppy are you okay?"
"No no i'm not."
It takes a few days to get back to the golf course. John used the hustle to get them into rock troll territory, but he wasn't sure how the experience could effect Branch in his wounded and unconscious state. With the snackpack and every one else (zombies were left where they were tied up, sadly for Tresillo and Wani, but Demo and Jovi know that Queen Barb won't leave them to die in the wilderness due to the hunting skills their sister retained after turning), it's rather crowded, so they camp out when darkness falls, and to give Branch and Keith a little privacy he sets up a curtain in front of them. He hates it, all of his brother's hate it, but for some reason he can't help but also feel like he's intruding whenever he sees Poppy and Keith at Branch's bedside.
Clay is still mad at Keith for shooting Branch. He knows it's stupid but he is. That's his baby brother and that kid nearly killed him. Did kill him! His heart had to be restarted! he vents this all to Bruce in private, and lets his older brother take some of the weight. Bruce knows that Clay reacts with anger when he's stressed, and watching Branch get hit was terrifying, but he makes sure that Clay knows he can never let Keith know this. The kid is still a kid after all, a scared kid.
Floyd is a walking mess. He thought he was going to throw up the moment that he saw the arrow hit, the feeling growing ever stronger as he watched Jovi cut away at Branch's armor and skin to remove the arrow head. Even now he wants nothing more then to be right next to Branch holding his baby brother's hand, and feeling the living pulse in the grey troll's wrist with his own fingers. But he can't, Poppy and Keith had taken that role of soothing his wounded brother while he rested. That and the fact that he's terrified. Branch is grey, hurt, covered in scars and clearly has been mad at Floyd for a long time if it was enough for Keith to pick up on. He was scared that if he went to Branch now it would make it worse. So, he talks to Jovi, asking this oddly cute halfling troll about his brother's condition. Jovi has sympathy for Floyd, really he does, but he doesn't really know how to help, he's never had siblings before, so he just listens.
Viva is desperate to help her sister, but in her panic she falls back on the old ideals that were used in the tree during times of crisis, grin and bear it. No matter what look on the bright side. Shove the negative emotions down. It doesn't work and Poppy ends up snapping at Viva. She apologizes, and just tries to talk with her sister about how she would love to get close and do all the sister things, but she can't right now. She has Keith and Branch and the others to worry about. They need a plan, but she's never been the planning type, that has always been Branch's side of things. Viva respones that she and Clay work similarly and a little bonding happens. It's not happy, or excited, but rather just a simple understanding happening between the sisters, and its enough.
When Branch wakes up, he's pretty sure he's dreaming. The last thing he remembers is Jumping in front of Keith and Poppy. After that it's hazy. Just a void of anger, screaming and fire. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't feel. Just a complete detachment from between his soul and body. When his eyes flutter open, and his thoughts are finally clear, he thinks he's either dreaming or dead. His head is pounding, and his chest hurts. But it's clear, there's no blinding anger, and his body is his own to control. And even better, snuggled up next to him is his brother, and at his bedside Poppy is passed out in the chair next to the couch.
When Keith sees his brother's eyes open he starts crying, hugging Branch and apologizing. feeling so so guilty and so so grateful. They had no idea how Branch broke from the control, but they were so thankful. Poppy wakes up too, and hugs him gently. Though she does choses to wait for anything else until after Keith is calmed down. Branch is bone weary tired, so the back strokes he gives the trolling are weak, but they seem to sooth the trolling well enough. Still isn't enough to get him to sleep, so Branch starts humming a lullaby ("Sacred Oath" By Beth Crowley if anyone is wondering). Something broken inside of him is fixed as the music flows from his tongue and Keith lulled to sleep.
With the trolling out cold, Poppy give Branch the run down. He wants to pass back out again and never wake up at the mention of his brothers, and at the mention of Viva he has this overwhelming desire to find Peppy and punch him in the face. But in his state Branch can't doo much other then just accept his situation. He'll make the best of it, he always does, but that doesn't mean he enjoys it. It gets a little better when Poppy kisses him before they both fall back asleep though.
When morning comes, Jovi checks him out, making sure his wound is healing, and marvels at the return of colors to Branch's still dulled coat (none of them are sure how). His older brothers are there and Clay mentions Keith was the one who shot him. Branch does not miss the wince that rest of theme give, and they way Keith wilted. Branch just tells Keith he did a good job, it was a clean shot, and wouldn't scar much when healed. Clay looks surprised by his reaction, but Branch pretends not to be paying attention. Jovi continues to ask him questions, and when the topic of food comes up, Branch ahs no idea when was the last time he ate, so Jovi recommends light foods for a while. Bland porridge was for breakfast, and it was delicious.
With Branch back, Poppy feels in control again, and she's ready to take charge once more. She talks with Demo, Tresillo and Wani while Branch naps through the afternoon, and then with whisper to each other through out the night, forming a plan. With their small numbers they would need allies, the other tribes are not an option, but Poppy still has one ace up her sleeve, Bridget.
The plan is not well recevied when they present it to everyone in the morning. The snackpack is on board, while Jovi, Demo, Tresillo, and Wani don't really care they just want a home base, however it is rejected with venom by Viva and the brothers.
V: What?! NO! We are not going to the bergens, it's not safe!
Clay: I'm with Viva, this is not an option. The puttputt course is the best defence from both giants and trolls, we need to go there.
Demo: Uhm, you're defenses are not enough to stop a power cord assault.
Clay: and how would you know?
Demo: I work with musicians, Rock tribe musicians, I need to know how music weaponry works, and you're buildings are barely sound, not to mention the plastic is old and rotting.
Poppy: would stone and metal be harder to break?
Demo: in general? yeah, but if they have the right angle and frequency they could still break it.
Poppy: See we'd be safer in Bergentown, we gather up the trolls in your outpost and seek refuge with the Bergens.
Viva: Poppy no!
Poppy: And why not?
Viva: I just got my baby sister back! I am not going to let you just walk back into town full of MONSTERS! It's my job to protect you!
Poppy: And it's my job to protect everyone else! You're scared Viva, and I get it, but we can't let our fear stop us! Believe me I know just what kind of horrible things that the bergens are capable of, but i've also seen what good they can do!
Clay: how the fuck would you know what bad things their capable of?! You were a baby when the escape happened, you know nothing of what we went through!
Branch: Don't talk to her like that!
Bruce: Bitty sit back down!
Branch: Oh shut up spruce! I know my limits! And for you're information Clay she knows just how bad they can get because she was there, when I got this *points at face scar*. Chef got real pissed when I cut off her finger, you know.
Floyd: ...th-the chef gave that to you?
Clay: If you got hurt by a bergen then how on earth can you think that going to them is a good plan?!
Branch: Because I've watch them reforge their society. And I trust Poppy over any of your sorry ass opinions.
Viva:...when we get back to the golf course you'll see....
When they get back to the golf course something is immediately wrong. It's calm but the in the wrong way. All the trip wires are broken, and the gate is smashed to bits. Inside the course is a wreak, the buildings burned and crushed. Clay calls a search for survivors and the others spanned the course. All they find are zombies, Clay almost getting bitten by one when he thinks he find a survivor in the rubble.
Viva is panicking, this was her safe place, and now it was gone. Ripped away, and she doesn't know what to do. The world around her is crumbling and she has a panic attack that leads to her passing out. She comes too only to throw up and pass out again. Clay feels helpless during all this. Everyone is gone. Until...
"Hey Captian no slappy!"
A rather annoying cloud joins the chat. Branch shoots and arrow at him out of habit. However, even he can't be too upset with Cloud Guy, after he explained that he got as many putt putts out as he could with his caterbuses. "whoa that's actually nice of you." "Oh Branch you wound me, I can be nice, after all it is the end of the world. I'd be a real jerk if I didn't do anything now." Clay breaths a sigh of relief, at the news that the Puttputts, well most of them, are safe. When they meet up with the excavated Puttputts there's a lingering question in the air.
What do they do now?
Clay knows the answer and it's not going to be easy. They're going to Bergentown.
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Stay tuned for part 5
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MBTI Hunger Games Simulation
Gonna throwback to the 2010's (shudders) (skip to bottom of post if you just want the stats and the ending/ultimate betrayal lmao)
There are eight teams of two, all of which were chosen randomly by spinning the āØWheel of FateāØ Before we see how this game goes, let's take a look at the teams determined by nothing other than DESTINY and place your bets.
District 1: ISTP x ENFJ
Opposites attract, maybe? Could compliment each other well, but there could be some infighting. I'd bet on it.
District 2: INFP x ESFP
...Not a very goal driven bunch, are they? If they win... it'll be dumb luck. With style, of course! They'll be interesting to watch, nonetheless. Bet against.
District 3: ENFP x INTP
Lmao, okay, do they even want to win? That's a lot of Ne for one team. They might have better luck actually breaking out of the arena itself, instead! Bet against.
District 4: ISFP x ENTP
Interesting take... it's not what I think of when I think "winner", but honestly? I think they could pull it together in their own way. Sure, why not! Bet on.
District 5: ESTP x INFJ
This one feels like a practical joke lmao. I'm gonna say most likely to split up and do their own things. Bet against.
District 6: ISTJ x ESTJ
I'd say they're probably the scariest team on the list, I would watch out for that. It almost feels kind of unfair that they got paired up? Kinda wanna see them meet their maker. Bet against.
District 7: INTJ x ESFJ
Now these guys seem like unlikely friends, actually. I think they'll discover that they unexpectly work well together, keeping a balanced team! Bet on.
District 8: ISFJ x ENTJ
So close to the other team, but for me, no cigar. I think there's going to be power struggles and opposing priorities. Second team to split up. Bet against.
With all of that said, let's see what happens when the game starts!
Bloodbath
ENFJĀ convincesĀ ISFPĀ to not kill him only to kill her instead.
ENTJĀ attacksĀ ESFPĀ butĀ ESTPĀ protects her killingĀ ENTJ.
ESFJĀ stays at the cornucopia for resources.
ENTPĀ takes a handful of throwing knives from the ground and retreats.
INTJĀ finds a bow and some arrows.
ENFPĀ finds a bag full of food.
INFJĀ takes a handful of throwing knives from the ground and retreats.
ESTJĀ takes a couple explosives from near the cornucopia.
ISTJĀ takes a handful of throwing knives from the ground and retreats.
INFPĀ dashes to the forest to avoid the bloodbath.
INTPĀ grabs a sword.
ISFJĀ runs away with a sword and some rope.
ISTPĀ scores a bar mace from inside the cornucopia.
Total Kills ENFJ: 1 ESTP: 1
Deceased Tally ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)
Day 1
ESFPĀ in a cruel fate, asksĀ ISFJĀ to killĀ INFJĀ orĀ ESTP. She decides to killĀ INFJ.
INTPĀ fishes in the water for some food.
INTJĀ discovers a water source.
INFP,Ā ENTP, andĀ ESFJĀ hunt for other tributes.
ISTPĀ begs forĀ ENFPĀ to kill him. She refuses, keepingĀ ISTPĀ alive.
ISTJĀ thinks about his family and starts crying.
ENFJĀ receives a water spile from a sponsor.
ESTJĀ receives a water spile from a sponsor.
Total Kills ENFJ: 1 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1
Deceased Tally INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)
Night 1
INTPĀ bashesĀ ENTP's head in with a mace.
ESTJĀ convincesĀ ENFJĀ to snuggle with her for the night.
INTJĀ tries to sing himself to sleep.
ESFJĀ andĀ INFPĀ hold hands and cry together.
ISFJĀ huddles up next to a fire and cooks the meat she hunted earlier in the day.
ESFP,Ā ENFP, andĀ ESTPĀ sing songs together, hoping for the best.
ISTJĀ andĀ ISTPĀ fall asleep holding hands.
Total Kills ENFJ: 1 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1 INTP: 1
Deceased Tally ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)
Day 2
ESTJĀ accidentally walks over a land mine.
ESTPĀ hides in a bush, terrified and scared.
INTJ,Ā ESFJ, andĀ ENFPĀ hunt for other tributes.
INTP,Ā ESFP,Ā ISTJ, andĀ ENFJĀ raidĀ INFP's camp while she is away.
ISFJĀ tends toĀ ISTP's wounds.
Kills Tally ENFJ: 1 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1 INTP: 1
Deceased Tally ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)
Night 2
ENFPĀ is stabbed in her sleep byĀ ENFJ.
ESFPĀ letsĀ INFPĀ into her campsite.
INTJĀ leavesĀ ISFJ,Ā ESTP, andĀ ISTPĀ because he does not like their plan to kill more people.
INTPĀ tries to sing herself to sleep.
ESFJĀ falls asleep shivering from a fever.
ISTJĀ begins to cry.
Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1 INTP: 1
Deceased Tally ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)
Day 3
ISTPĀ overwhelmed with anger, bashesĀ ESTP's head against a rock several times.
ENFJĀ scaresĀ ESFPĀ off into the distance.
INTJĀ andĀ INFPĀ create a fort out of sticks and leaves.
INTPĀ chasesĀ ISFJ.
ISTJĀ receives healing ointment from a sponsor.
ESFJĀ discovers a hidden pathway.
Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1 INTP: 1 ISTP: 1
Deceased Tally ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)
Night 3
INTPĀ chasesĀ ESFJĀ for over a mile before making the kill.
INTJĀ starts a campfire with materials on the ground.
ENFJĀ thinks about his family.
ISTJĀ falls alseep to the sound of people screaming.
INFPĀ convincesĀ ISFJĀ to stand guard for the night while she sleeps.
ESFPĀ receives a hatchet and water from an unknown sponsor.
ISTPĀ sleeps in small increments, awaking to every little noise.
Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 INTP: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1
Deceased Tally ESFJ (night 3) ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)
Day 4
ESFPĀ severely woundsĀ ISTJĀ and leaves him to die.
ISTPĀ sings a song while searching for a food source. He finally finds some wild berries.
INFPĀ runs away fromĀ ISFJ.
ENFJĀ discovers a hidden pathway.
INTPĀ has a mild panic attack.
INTJĀ makes a wooden spear from tree branches.
Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 INTP: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1 ESFP: 1
Deceased Tally ISTJ (day 4) ESFJ (night 3) ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)
Night 4
ESFPĀ sets fire toĀ ISTP's fort, burning him alive.
ISFJĀ is unable to start a fire and is extremely uncomfortable.
INTP,Ā ENFJ, andĀ INFPĀ sleep in shifts, each hoping the other two do not betray them.
INTJĀ receives an iPad from an unknown sponsor.
Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 INTP: 2 ESFP: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1
Deceased Tally ISTP (night 4) ISTJ (day 4) ESFJ (night 3) ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)
Day 5
After hearing footsteps,Ā INFPĀ catchesĀ ESFPĀ from behind guard and kills her.
INTJĀ dreams about home back at his district.
INTPĀ andĀ ISFJĀ create an alliance.
ENFJĀ tries to sleep in order to reduce stress.
Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 INTP: 2 ESFP: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1 INFP: 1
Deceased Tally ESFP (day 5) ISTP (night 4) ISTJ (day 4) ESFJ (night 3) ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)
Night 5
ISFJĀ slips on a frozen river and drowns.
INTJ,Ā INFP,Ā INTP, andĀ ENFJĀ sleep in shifts, trying to protect each other.
Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 INTP: 2 ESFP: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1 INFP: 1
Deceased Tally ISFJ (night 5) ESFP (day 5) ISTP (night 4) ISTJ (day 4) ESFJ (night 3) ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)
Day 6
INTJĀ bleeds out from a wound left mildly treated.
After hearing footsteps,Ā INFPĀ catchesĀ INTPĀ from behind guard and kills her.
ENFJĀ injures himself tripping over a log.
Kills Tally ENFJ: 2 INTP: 2 INFP: 2 ESFP: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1
Deceased Tally INTJ (day 6) INTP (day 6) ISFJ (night 5) ESFP (day 5) ISTP (night 4) ISTJ (day 4) ESFJ (night 3) ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)
Night 6
ENFJĀ tends toĀ INFP's wounds.
Day 7
INFPĀ chucks a spiked ball intoĀ ENFJ's chest.
Kills Tally INFP: 3 ENFJ: 2 INTP: 2 ESFP: 2 ESTP: 1 ISFJ: 1
Deceased Tally ENFJ (day 7) INTJ (day 6) INTP (day 6) ISFJ (night 5) ESFP (day 5) ISTP (night 4) ISTJ (day 4) ESFJ (night 3) ESTP (day 3) ENFP (night 2) ESTJ (day 2) ENTP (night 1) INFJ (day 1) ISFP (bloodbath) ENTJ (bloodbath)
1st Place: INFP (3 kills)
2nd Place: ENFJ (2 kills)
3rd Place: INTP (2 kills)
Honorable Mention: INTJ (0 kills, lasted until day 6!)
#mbti#mbti personalities#mbti types#mbti personality types#16 personalities#infp#enfj#intj#intp#isfj#esfp#istp#istj#esfj#estp#enfp#estj#entp#infj#isfp#entj#that really was the ultimate betrayal at the end#nothing like injuring yourself treating someone ELSE'S injuries instead and they kill you for it
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(Very Mild) SPOILERS:
Star Wars: The Bad Batch
Episode 9: The Harbinger
I have something to say about Mount Tantiss.
Here is a photo of Mount Tantiss;
And here is a photo of Pabu in the most recent episode;
When the episode first showed the shot of rainy Pabu, I did not even recognise it as Pabu for a fraction of a moment. I thought we had scene changed for a split second.
I could go in depth about the way the lighting and weather is reflecting our characters but I am not as articulate as some of you, and I know many will be talking about this (which is fantastic and I can't wait to see what you think). Just know that the lighting and shadows on characters is reflecting their headspace, and weather also brings atmospheric examples of the turmoil the characters are facing.
What I'm stuck on currently is how Pabu has parallels/shares similarities to Mt Tantiss.
On top of the visual comparison, to Crosshair and Omega, Pabu probably also feels like prison to a degree.
Omega had freedom to move around the same way she could on Tantiss, but doesn't have the freedom to actually go anywhere/do anything.
Omega feels that she left her brothers behind and that she could have done more. She is now on Pabu and feels she cannot do anything to help yet as she doesn't have answers and her brothers are protecting her.
Crosshair has more freedom than he did on Tantiss but as he is sticking with his brothers, he also cannot leave.
The others, to a degree, are also probably still watching him for signs of betrayal (betrayal is a strong word, deviance is probably better)
Even if they had a plan to help, they are essentially still 'trapped' here until they figure out what is happening with Megs and how to keep her safe.
Mt Tantiss to a degree has the same 'stuck on an island' feeling because the environment and wildlife outside of the main area you see the characters is dangerous. This keeps them in the one place, the same as being surrounded by ocean keeps you on the land.
I think the visual parallel is helping to remind us that while our characters are safe right at this moment, the Harbinger has only brought more uncertainty and insecurity.
My thoughts are all over the place right now so this may not make sense. I'm still processing the latest episode. But absolutely let me know what y'all think about this and if you can articulate your thoughts better.
And feel free to tell me all of your thoughts about everything.
#star wars the bad batch#starwars#tbb#star wars bad batch#star wars#star wars fandom#star wars tbb#sw tbb#tbb s3#tbb season 3#sw the bad batch#the bad batch s3#the bad batch season 3#the bad batch spoilers#tbb spoilers#the bad batch#tbb crosshair#tbb omega#tbb tantiss#tbb pabu#tbb s3 spoilers#tbb s3 speculation
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Another random fic snippet based on a post I made ages ago, about Dream escaping Burgess's cage and accidentally teleporting straight to the Corinthian like he's got some bizarre major arcana programmed GPS.
@aisalynn helped me shape it into an actual plot idea (that's probably gonna be far more serious than the below) but for the time being please enjoy this slighty cracky little excerpt :)
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The Corinthian opened the door to leave.Ā
Dream was standing there.
He wasnāt ashamed to admit that he immediately slammed it shut.
An instinctive reaction that, in hindsight, didnāt exactly give the impression of fearless independence the Corinthian had been going for. Quite the opposite actually. Funny how a split second could so effectively undermine one hundred years of meticulous planning. Well. He definitely needed to find a way to kill Dream now, if only to ensure a retelling of this very unfortunate situation never made its way to Lucienneās ears. That would be unbearable. Which said nothing for the inevitably smug response of Dream himself. Urgh. The Corinthian might actually have to suffer through him gloating before being finally being destroyed.
How disgustingly underwhelming.
The Corinthian had thought there would at least be some stabbing, had wanted to see pain, raw and perfect, a tapestry of agony displayed across Dream's pretty features. Maybe some tears glimmering in his eyes. Heād thought a lot about their reunion in the last century and strangely enough āfreak out and slam a door in Dreamās faceā hadnāt quite made the cut.
Hadnāt been on the list of possibilities at all actually.
Not only did it make no sense, but it wouldnāt even slow Dream down, let alone actually stop him. Yet staring at the dark wooden door the Corinthian had closed purely out of reflex, it somehow still seemed the best course of action.
If the Corinthian had a heart it would be pounding.Ā
What the fuck.Ā
How had Dream found him so quickly? It had barely been a minute since the Corinthian had felt him escape Burgessās trap and already Dream had tracked him down? That little murder spree in Berlin must have really pissed him off. The Corinthian had no extra cues to his creators current mood; there had really only been a split second to take Dream in, a split second that, now he came to think of it, included far too much pale skin and nowhere near the expected layers of clothes. In fact, the Corinthian had no memory of any clothing whatsoever. Which was odd enough in itself, without the whole door slamming business, so he was frowning even before he heard the soundā¦
A single heavy thump like a body falling.
Like Dream of the Endless hitting the floor with a thud.
Which was absurd.Ā
So much so that the Corinthian couldnāt resist; had to look, needed to do something, because it wasnāt like Dream was likely to just go away, cracking open the door to check andā
Well would you look at that.Ā
Heād been right.Ā
#the corinthian#dream of the endless#the sandman#fic progress#corintheus#rria writes#look this is probably very silly#and I was giggling to myself while writing
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Ok 3:00 am Theory time
In the QSMP trailer towards the end we hear Charlie and Quackity talking to each other on the train to the island. I donāt know if this was purposeful or accidental but Charlie and Quackity are not on the same train. Charlie is on the Left Train while Quackity is on the Right Train. If it was purposeful maybe that conversation that you hear was from before they got on the train? If not then maybe Charlie, as a slime can split himself in different part and a small bit was with Quackity idk.
Moving on we then hear Wilbur talking to someone where he says ā I just donāt get it. Why are they putting us in different trains?ā
At first I thought he was talking about how they separated the guests into two different trains to the island instead of one. But I had a thought that maybe they separated the group he was traveling with.
Foolish and BBH have both stated that they have memories of the DSMP. Whether that was a past life or memories from that time have been removed we donāt know.
Taking this info we can hypothesize that maybe Quackity and Wilbur were traveling together to this island and Wilbur, in the previously stated convo, was talking about why they separated two people who were traveling together?
Cool. Now who is Wilbur talking to?
Well as both him and Philza were on the same train the probability of Philza being the second person makes sense. Especially if we go with the thought that DSMP is something that actually happened in the past.
Now onto recent lore as of posting this.
In the crime as to why the Islanders are arrested by the federation Philza is marked as having āTrespassing and Illegal dimension crossingā
From what Iāve seen only three other people have this crime Foolish, BBH, and Fitmc. Now we know why Fit has that crime. He was not on the original guest list, someone got him a a ticket so he can go in as a spy to report back info from the inside.
Going off this info does this mean that Foolish, BBH, and Philza were not originally on the guest list? Did Phil come to the island to do something or did he come to make sure Wilbur was ok? Why do Foolish and BBH, who are both immortals if I may note, also have that crime?
Idk itās 3:00am, Iām going to bed.
-Crimes are on QSMPinfo twitter
-BBH and foolish convos of dsmp are on their wikis
-Who was on what train is also on the wiki
Hereās the trailer
https://x.com/Quackity/status/1636854517693288450?s=20
If I missed anything or made a mistake plz let me know and In the end this is just a crazy theory
#qsmp#qsmp badboyhalo#qsmp fitmc#qsmp philza#qsmp wilbur#qsmp theory#qsmp headcanons#qsmp foolish#qsmp federation#headcannons#itās 3am#mcyt
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Mkay, so I just woke up & I feel like spitting some facts today while Iām still in my BATDR hyperfix, especially since Iām pretty sure not a lot of people have this idea as well & I wanna get it out there somehow.
Soā¦
The Ink Demon is likeā¦ written SO fucking well in this game, or at least as I interpret it.
& I figured this shit out like GRADUALLY.
The first tid bit that hit me like a fucking truck was how CANONICALLY the Ink Demon is in DESPERATE need of any kind of love and affection. While itās hinted at a little bit in the games, the smoking gun comes from the VOICE ACTOR FOR INKY HIMSELF Sean Crisden.
Yes, I looked through his entire Twitter to find this again just to prove Iām not insane.
Likeā¦ even if Sean isnāt caught up entirely on the lore, thereās no reason he would say this only knowing the Ink Demon through his lines. After all, my guy has to be told about the character to voice him, so for him to address this pretty much makes it as close to being confirmed officially as we can.
The second thing that hit me like a truck was the YouTuber Pastraās review video on the game, where he details how the Ink Demonās mocking in the last chapter is towards HIMSELF, not Audrey, & heās just projecting all HIS shit onto her.
Not even I caught this, since I always thought Inky was right about the āyour life is a lieā thing due to her not being fully human.
But then Pastra emphasized the āmistakeā bit. Audrey wasnāt a mistake, far from it. The Ink Demon, BENDY, was. HE was a mistake, born solely to be a living mascot to entertain, & when he came out WRONG, he was locked away, neglected, abandoned by the man who created him.
So he looks at Audrey, someone who was made by the same man who made him, someone who was treated so much better because of how she came out āperfectā, & tries to bring her down on the same level as he is by berating her.
& while this is stretching a bit, him comforting her at the end feels a bit like heās trying to comfort himself, tricking himself to believe there is SOMEONE like him, someone who was ABANDONED & lied to, & thus giving Audrey the opportunity to live so he can indulge in that comfort.
Itās a BIG stretch, but god DAMN is it a gut puncher!
Like Iām sure he also did it to manipulate her & shit, but likeā¦ he can have MORE than one reason to do shit, & if he really did try to comfort himself like that, if that really is trueā¦ then Iām gonna fucking sob, man.
BUT THAT IS NOT FUCKING ALL!!
Cause I got ONE MORE mind blower I had, mainly (but not entirely) on my own after that one!!
& it has to do with Baby Bendy.
A LOT of people think Inky got his mind split in two when he was imprisoned as Baby Bendy due to how different he acts around Audrey.
But I beg to differ.
I think the Ink Demon is ABSOLUTELY still conscious & in control as Baby Bendy. He just couldnāt do shit to anyone before Audrey came about & accidentally freed him (cause I am ALSO subscribed to that theory Pastra addressed in his video), so he just minded his own business.
Perhaps his new emotional responses spoken of in the Keepersā tapes come from him being more powerless & vulnerable where the only thing he COULD do was cry.
& the reason he acts so friendly towards Audrey once she meets up with him near the city? Because she was kind to him, she actually gave a shit about him. She apologized to him about hurting him & wanted to take care of him.
NEVER in Inkyās life has he EVER had someone genuinely care about him & his well being, something he always wanted from ANYONE but never got. So when he finally has that opportunity with Audrey, he jumps to it, going along with it, even if he desperately didnāt want to visit the Gent labs again.
More evidence of this is detailed in a post by @jupiter-jellies titled āInk Demon VS Vestyā which I really like (I apologize for the tag, I donāt know if thereās an easier option to showcase the post itself, but I still wanna credit you nonetheless) as it makes sense of the sequences of events that happen from when Baby Bendy first joins your party to when he disappears & the Ink Demon comes to stop you from entering the Keepersā area. Seriously, that shit blew my mind when I read it cause it explains WHY Baby Bendy went missing & why the Ink Demon would try to stop Audrey from going THERE in particular.
It just makes sense that the Ink Demon was still HIMSELF in both forms, he just acts differently to compensate for his lack of powers & to be given the love & affection he always wanted.
ā¦ But then it gets sad.
Cause the more I thought about it, the more fucked up it became. The ONLY time the Ink Demon EVER got someone to reach out to him & make him feel cared forā¦ is when heās in a āperfectā form. Only when he was cute & innocent & TRAPPED against his WILL could he be EVER loved, that if only he came out RIGHT in the first place, then he would DESERVE all the love that Audrey offers him.
If Joey & the others neglecting & abusing him when he came out wrong when he was JUST created didnāt solidify this idea in his head, Audrey treating him like a friend in his āperfectā form & an enemy in his true form DEFINITELY sealed the deal to him.
& it only gets worse.
I was re-listening to Joey talking to Audrey at the tail-end of the game to try & snap her out of the dark mindset Inky put her in when I realized something.
The Ink Demon was RIGHT THERE, listening to his abuser talk directly to AUDREY the ENTIRE TIME, telling her how she was loved & how sheās not this monster, that she was his pride & joy, his ONLY successā¦
& that PISSES Inky off.
In INKYās point of view, only after Joey had a creation that WASNāT an abomination did he suddenly have a change of heart, that all it took was to get something he always wanted to be a better person as he completely ignores his biggest mistake that was RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM.
Thatā¦ has GOT to sting, really bad, to feel abandoned AGAIN in favor of the ābetter siblingā that Audrey was.
I have a feeling that he didnāt crush Joey SOLELY so he couldnāt get through to Audrey. I think he also did it because he couldnāt take LISTENING to him talk like this anymore, to be reminded that he was a failure that didnāt deserve the love that Audrey got, & lashed out to shut Joey up.
This is ALL very headcanon-y, butā¦ it really does paint the Ink Demon in a more complex & tragic light.
The Ink Demon was NEVER just a mindless monster that killed whatever it wanted on sight. He was capable of emotion, & he couldāve potentially been capable of being something so much more if only he got the proper care & reassurance he DESPERATELY needed.
& GOD I love his character for it, heās my favorite character in the game BY FAR because of this, GOD I hope this is canon so I can give massive props to the writers for this game!!
#bendy and the dark revival#batdr#batdr spoilers#bendy and the dark revival spoilers#ink demon#ink bendy#bendy#baby bendy#audrey#batdr audrey#audrey drew#joey drew#sean crisden#ink demon character studies#dayās morning ramblings#thank you for reading my essay XDDD#I apologize for the shitty quality for the cutscenes#i just wanted to throw some images in here to spice up the rambling & compliment it a bit#hope ya donāt mind
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