#i dunno how i'm going to survive

[scintie]

Remy LeBeau in Deadpool & Wolverine - hd edition #01/??

[midnightwind]

I love Dragon Age companion quests, but sometimes I wish we had more that didn't culminate in fighting a Big Personal Bad, you know

[the-golden-ghost]

I wish my friends lived near me and that I could go outside without having a mental breakdown

[boobachu]

Forever thinking about how this existed but liberals blame people who didn't vote and people who voted green for Trump winning

Especially how Clinton was like "maybe if you didn't vote green" and I'm like "maybe if you didn't bet on a strawman strategy"

I'm not sure how you tell the difference between "too lazy to vote" and "too disenfranchised to vote" because every stat that shows who didn't vote doesn't differentiate the two, probably because how do you tell the difference between "I have to use all my free time to work or my kids will starve" and "The two headed beast, why bother... gonna smoke weed......"

Like if the Democrats wanted to prevent this from happening again they should make voting a free action, not a pointless gamble. Like at least they've been pushing good policy that's mostly "unfucking everything Trump fucked" (but some are genuine progressive things we didn't have before)

But like, in 2024 if people are unable to afford driving to the polling place, you need to put in some money to take them there.

If people have to take care of their kids and can't vote, you need to be giving some damn daycare.

If people can't vote because they don't have valid ID, you'd better help them get that.

If the republicans try to make Crosscheck 2, you'd better be on them like a pit bull taking down a well, bull.

Then there's all the felons, they can't vote. Like how many of them are in because they touched a weed?

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2019/live-updates/general-election/fact-checking-the-first-democratic-debate/how-many-people-are-in-prison-on-marijuana-charges/

Like, they can't vote even if injecting weed is legal now.

I can't find stats on how many current felons are felons because of weed possession, but could you imagine if they all were pardoned? That would have a huge impact.

I sincerely hope the Democrats don't fucking rest on their laurels and put effort into helping the disenfranchised cuz that's what lost the 2016 election. It wasn't the apathetic voters, it wasn't even the fascist voters, it was the fascist politicians making policy that targeted non-whites.

The democrats in power constantly sulking and blaming the helpless for them not being elected is just frustrating. Like, you're lawmakers, pass some damn legislation that helps.

And if you can't fight it on a legislative level, you'll have to fight it any other way you can. Use that campaign money helping voters vote!

And considering how empowered fascists are right now, that might be literal fighting.

Forever thinking about how, on election day in 2016, I wore a shirt with an American flag on it because it was what was clean. And the 20-ish year old bagging my groceries made a snide remark about it, followed by 'I didn't vote, they're all the same anyways.' And a fellow grocery worker chimed in agreement that he wasn't voting for the same reason.

And now I can't go to a local drag event without having to walk through a gauntlet of nazis.

I realize that the election is a year and a half away, but please don't fall for the 'they're the same' rhetoric this time around. Both candidates will suck, but they'll suck in different ways and one of them wants my community dead.

[astracora]

I'm at the 'my tattoo itches so bad I want to rip it off my arm' stage. So that's fun.

[charulein]

gods, I have five more days of sub left, maybe i can muscle my way through shadowbringers...?

[patchworkcuddlebug]

Checking In

>hey is the doll thing real no shame if its just a roleplay thing but like im starting to see em in town more and i just wanna see whats up

>oh! uh hi! sorry i didn't check this earlier i don't get a lot of messages but uh, yeah, i'm becoming!

>holy shit no way

>you're uh, okay with that right?

>what yeah i wanna see what its like and stuff its a witch right

>oh, yes! dolls only really become through magic, and witches are the ones who control it. i went to her and asked

>wait you werent like kidnapped

>i just felt as if i what? oh, no, of course not! she said that there's no n sorry. Miss said that there's no need when so many are willing

>miss

>yeah, it's... the right way for a doll to address a witch i thought it might be a context thing but. guess not!

>oh damn so you just cant control it

>well not exactly? i can hold it back but it feels... bad lt's a little like trying not to blink if i want to, i can just call her "the witch" but it doesn't feel lkie somethig n i should be sdoing Miss. she is my Miss ugh yeah that's already such a relief like, i felt myself shiver from the tension leaving my body

>holy shit so shes just mind controlling you?

>no, not really!

>why would you want her to do that

>it's more unconscious i think? like it's not about her replacing my thoughts with her own it just feels a little less natural to think certain things

>thats mind control

>and it's all for the sake well uh... in a literal way i guess she's technically co Miss is technically controlling my mind but it's i dunno, nice? sorry it's just a personal thing i'm not sure if I can really get into it

>oh cmon you gotta tell me more obey me or whatever your a doll

>right, of course

>theres no fucking way that actually worked

>please stop you're making me blush... but! um, yeah, i just... don't want to be a person anymore. honestly i don't think I ever was one i always felt so lost even if i had so much guidance like i was just supposed to BE something i'm not like it wasn't enough to just do what i was told, i had to change who i was always fuc always messing up and always being insufficient in a way that had to be corrected

>wait wait wait you cant sayh fuck

>so having Miss there to take away the um ...it's inappropriate

>yeah thats the point

>good dolls are meant to be polite

>im actually losing my shit right now is it supposed to be that bad

>i uh

>cuz i swear ive heard dolls say fuck does it like get worse

>it starts pretty small, and then it gets more intense day by day i could try to be rude but it would just make me feel gross not that being a human is gross or anything

>i promise i wasnt thinking that

>i'm still kind of resisting and everything after all i mean, being a doll sounds nice, i want to be one! but. this is the last time i'm going to be human (i think? you know how witches are) so i guess i just want to... savour this

>huh really yeah i guess i get it itd fuck me up if i got all my organs removed and shit

>oh um, if its okay for me to ask, why do people always bring that up? there's a lot to being a doll being just the organ stuff *beyond so it's kinda weird i keep seeing it come up

>its weird dude no offense like your gonna be porclin or plastic or whatever like im fine with it but its still weird to imagine

>yeah, i... guess it is a little striking? and it's the most outwardly obvious change so uh, i guess it makes sense people are usually attached to their insides, and stuff interoception, right?

>so whens it gonna happen

>uh, when's what going to happen?

>whens your body change

>sorry if that came out wrong i uh i'm... not sure, really Miss says it takes a while for everything to shift into place. and it's hard to know specifics from doll to doll but it'll probably take a little longer than the mental changes.

>the mind control

>she says i still ne yes, the mind control Miss says i need to be careful with tea. i'll crave it much more but my body can't survive off of it alone so i need to be careful with my food, and stuff

>cant she just command you to eat or whatever

>yes! Miss has done just that that's why i'm being so careful because good dolls are obedient and this one is a good doll

>woah uh right ok hey theres something i gotta do so thanks for talking to me and stuff

>oh of course! have a nice day ^^

. . . . .

>Hello! It's been a while since we've talked, how have you been?

>wait are you that doll

>Yes, this one is the doll you talked with a few months ago.

>holy shit no way theres no way it happenes that fast is that you in your pfp

>Yes! This one is on the left, next to Miss.

>yeah the doll i got that holy shit dude youre just a. fucking doll now what

>This one is a doll! Awawa! Would you like to talk more about dollhood? This one would love to answer questions for you!

>yeah im fine i think glad to hear about your whole thing have fun

>Oh, okay! Have a good day! Don't be afraid to reach out again if there's anything else you'd like to talk about!

. . . . .

>Hello again! Sorry it's been a while, this one has been a little busy with its chores. How are you?

. . . . .

>This one saw your last picture! Your partner seems very nice.

. . . . .

>Alright, you seem pretty busy. Be sure to reach out if you have a spare moment, this one would love to hear from you again!

[c-monthecob]

Rindou & You Headcanons

🎵You let him pick the location for your first date. Though you didn't know that he couldn't grasp the concept of a romantic setting

🎵 He told you to wear something casual. That had you thinking you were going to the movies or something. Nope!

🎵 He took you on a two-hour hike up a mountain. It was scorching hot outside and bugs were tearing you up. When you suggested turning back because you were tired, he kept talking about the reward at the top.

🎵 The reward was a view of a giant lake.

🎵 Though he made up for it by giving you one of the best massages you've ever had. (That was the only reason there was a second date)

🎵 Couldn't enjoy the movies with him. He heckles the movie the entire time. "She would've survived if she minded her own business."

🎵He never remembers important dates, but he will remember you mentioning how you don't like the smell of citrus three years ago.

🎵 When he gets drunk he's loud and proud about your relationship. He'll scream "This is my girlfriend!" at the top of his lungs and point at you.

🎵When he's working out or fighting, he makes you wear his glasses so he doesn't lose them.

🎵When he gets drunk, he wakes you up and forces you to listen to remixes he's working on.

🎵You don't know why, but he made you promise to lie to Kakucho whenever he goes to the gym.

🎵 He takes full advantage of how uncomfortable his flexibility makes you feel. He'll turn his head to an uncomfortable angle to scare you

🎵 He'll roast your playlist, then turn around and use Shazam to find out the song that's playing

🎵 He'll randomly trap you in a hug, tackle you to the ground, or sneak up behind you and won't let go until you tell him how much you love him.

🎵Refuses to stay still for a picture. He either hides his face or faces the other way.

🎵You take yoga classes together on the weekends, and he always shows out, flexing on the less experienced people.

🎵Infuriatingly indecisive when it comes to plans. You ask what he wants to do, and he just shrugs. "I dunno. Whatever you wanna do." But the moment you pick something, he suddenly has opinions.

🎵Sometimes you can tell that his brother raised him. They're both so damn sassy you could swear they're the same person.

🎵When you two go shopping, he takes one of those motor scooters despite you telling him they're for people who need them.

🎵You turned your back for three seconds and he ended up leading security on a not-so-high-speed chase through the store. (You pretended not to know him)

🎵Sometimes, he’ll sit completely twisted up, then call you over, "I think I'm stuck!" And when you panic, he just untangles himself and laughs.

🎵Everytime you go out, he knows at least two people there. He'll end up chatting with them for so long that you'll be late to your dinner reservations.

🎵 Shion tends to invite himself to your dates. You don't have the heart to tell him to leave and he can't take a hint with Rindou's sarcasm. (He thinks the three of you are a trio)

🎵 You braided Ran's hair and started acting like you practically cheated on him.

🎵When you asked him what he went to juvie for he causally told you "Oh, I killed a guy." Refused to elaborate any further.

🎵 Tells you he knows a spot constantly.

🎵You're watching the sunset on the roof of a building, and then you hear a police radio go off.

🎵Now you're jumping from rooftop to rooftop while the cops chase you for trespassing.

🎵 Any cuddle sessions you have are interrupted by Ran, eating any snacks you have, and falling asleep by your feet like a dog.

🎵After an argument, he goes to the gym to cool off. If you're feeling petty, you'll tell Kakucho he's out training and tell him exactly where Rindou is.

[harunayuuka2060]

WHB Series #1 (Cont.)

MC: *has put Raphael on a leash and muzzle; still with his restraints*

Amon: ...

Amon: That looks cozy.

MC: Bitch, what?

Bael: Is he still under your spell?

MC: Dunno. But he's suspiciously being docile.

Bael: What do you mean-

MC: *yanks Raphael's leash so he would lower his head* *ruffles his hair hard*

MC: I've been treating him roughly since he came here, but fucker seems fine with everything.

MC: You have any guesses why?

Bael and Amon: ...

Bael: Descendant of Solomon, are you experiencing any fatigue?

MC: No?

Amon: Are you using the seraph to replenish your energy?

MC: ...

MC: *checks out Raphael* Nah, I haven't taken a bite off him.

Raphael: *blushes*

MC: I didn't mean that in a sexual way, the fuck.

Bael and Amon: ...

Naberius: What are we going to do here, descendant of Solomon?

MC: What else? We're going to hunt his minions.

Naberius: Won't that be dangerous?

MC: Yes, but we've got this. *yanks Raphael again*

Naberius: ...

Naberius: I hope you don't mind me saying this, but are you certain he will be of help?

MC: Yes? He's the bait.

Naberius: ...

Naberius: Have you created a new weapon?

MC: Yes, sweetie. And I'm quite confident about it.

Naberius: *blushes slightly*

Stolas: Hey, you know they're not calling you that, right?

Amon: MC acts sweet in the taste of success.

MC: To be precise, it's the sweet taste of hard wor-

MC: ...

Naberius, Stolas, and Amon: *also became alert*

Raphael: *mumbling some words*

MC: ...

MC: Get ready. We've got a battalion.

*The angels appeared from above.*

The angels: You will die here today, descendant of Solomon!

MC: Oh really? *smirks* Even if I have your Seraph Raphael? *holding him close*

The angels: ...

The angels: He'll praise us for killing you.

MC: This m-

Raphael: *immediately flew towards the sky, attacking the angels*

MC, Amon, Naberius, and Stolas: ...

Raphael: *killing every single one of them*

Amon, Naberius, and Stolas: *looks at MC*

MC: ...

MC: This wasn't part of my plan. Quick! Go back to the castle and report to Bael!

Stolas: How about you?!

MC: I'll be fine! LEAVE!

Amon, Naberius, and Stolas: *hesitates, but follows their order*

MC: *when they're sure they left*

MC: RAPHAEL!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!

Raphael: ...

Raphael: *looks at them and smiles*

Raphael: I took care of them. Just for you.

MC: *looks at all the bodies of angels now on the ground*

MC: ...

MC: What's going on?

Raphael: *descends in front of them* *leans close*

Raphael: How did I do?

Raphael: God.

MC: ...

MC: What the fuck-

Beelzebub: Get away from them, Raphael.

Raphael: *holds MC securely*

MC: !!!

Raphael: I'm bringing them back to heaven.

MC: HUH??!!

Beelzebub: *laughs*

Beelzebub: I won't let you!

MC: These idiots-

MC, Raphael, and Beelzebub: *went back to the palace safely*

Raphael: *in his restraints again*

Beelzebub: *with a few wounds on his body, but he's completely fine*

MC: *on the other hand, feels exhausted*

Beelzebub: That was a smart move. I'll give you 1000 points.

MC: Shut the fuck up.

Raphael: *is in a terrible condition after MC activated the bomb inside his body, though he miraculously survived*

Beelzebub: ...

Beelzebub: You need to be more careful from now on.

MC: ...

MC: No. I'm going to exploit this.

Beelzebub: *surprised* What?

MC: A powerful seraph called me 'god'? *smiles* I'd be dumb not to use that opportunity.

Beelzebub: ...

Beelzebub: *laughs* Let's see what you can do.

Michael: Raphael killed a battalion of our angels?

A random angel: Yes, sir.

A random angel: Sir Raphael betrayed heaven for the descendant of Solomon!

Michael: ...

Gabriel: Raphael did? Why would he do such a thing?

Michael: That's what I would like to know.

[jjanuaryrain]

More DPxDC, the backstory of how Danny gets to Gotham

A story is slowly coming together in my head but I'm not sure how all the pieces fit yet. Dunno if everything I've posted will go into the same story but I'm just enjoying writing it for now. More under the cut!

Words: 3355

Danny was no stranger to unfortunate circumstances. It could be said that his life was just a series of unfortunate circumstances, actually, each slotted one after the other. This wasn’t much different. Just another piece in the long line of toppling dominoes that was his afterlife.

“Take the reading again,” Tucker demanded in his ear, voice crackly and strained through the Fenton Tech earpiece.

“He’s redone it three times now, Tucker, it’s not going to change just because–” That was Sam’s annoyed drawl from beside him, but she was cut off by Tucker’s insistent voice.

“You have to be doing it wrong. Take it again.”

Danny let his head fall back in frustration where he was hanging weightless in the air over Salem State University, but he didn’t bother arguing. If he didn’t do what Tucker asked, the dude was liable to catch a flight all the way out to Salem to do the damn readings himself. That, or program a drone to do it for him. Both of which were equally undesirable, given what happened the last time Tucker loosed an unidentified aircraft into US airspace. (A half-exploded drone and visit from Homeland Security, that’s what.)

Instead, Danny picked his head back up and dutifully punched the commands into the Foley Ectometer for the 4th time. He waited for the beeps and clicks to stop then checked the reading.

“…It’s still coming through as a 3.6, Tuck. I really don’t think Salem is a viable option.”

“Bullshit, it’s not a viable option!” His friend seethed on the other end of the line. The sounds of furious typing started up again and Danny felt the distinct urge to find a wall to slam his head against. Sam had just gotten him to knock it off. “Salem is the most haunted city in the US outside of Amity based on every metric out there! If that place doesn’t hit a 5, nowhere will.”

Well, wasn’t that just lovely news. Even Salem, Massachusetts didn’t have enough ambient ectoplasm to hit the minimum 5/10 rating, just like the half dozen other cities they’d tested. If Danny wanted to survive longer than a few weeks outside of Amity Park, he’d need to find somewhere that rated at least that. Otherwise, he’d have to spend just as much time in the Realms as he did in the land of the living. Which was not an option at the moment. Not an option at all.

“We could try Gettysburg again,” Danny suggested, once again twirling upside down in the air, but it sounded weak even to his ears. Tucker only replied with a disgusted scoff. He was still clacking away, but Danny knew it was fruitless. Danny had flown to and tested every city in America that Tucker’s ecto-seeking algorithm had come back with. So far, the highest they’d hit was an 8.1 in Pennsylvania… which had actually turned out to be a 1.8 that Danny had read upside down on accident. So Salem was their next best option, but it still fell devastatingly flat.

“Guys, it’s okay, really,” Danny tried. He floated lower toward the green space at the center of Salem’s campus and wound himself invisibly around the branches of a tree. He rested his head on one of the strong boughs and watched as a bird preened its feathers not 2 feet from his face. “I don’t need to go to college outside of Amity. I’m sure an online program will be just as–”

“Oh knock it off, Danny,” Jazz interrupted. She’d been quiet on the call so far, but Danny could occasionally hear her scribbling down notes in the background. Ever since she’d gone off to college, she couldn’t help but treat every situation as a learning experience. And notes were integral to Jazz’s learning. “I don’t care if I have to haunt the city myself – you will be attending a good, four-year college with a strong astronomy program outside of Amity Park. End of discussion.”

Yeah, right. Danny only just stopped himself from laughing in her face. ‘Outside of Amity’ was already a huge ask, but with Danny’s grades and his limited options? Asking for a ‘good four-year college’ and ‘strong astronomy program’ might as well be the same as asking for Superman himself to descend from the heavens and kiss him on the mouth.

Danny knew better than to voice that opinion to Jazz of all people, though. He could only sit through so many lectures on ‘keeping optimistic’ and ‘maintaining a positive view of the future’ before he lost it. So instead, he settled for a non-committal grunt and poked idly at a bit of fungus growing on the trunk of the tree.

“Tucker, what else have you found?” Jazz prompted when Danny didn’t say anything else.

“Well… It’s- I mean, it’s not looking good, guys,” Tuck’s tinny voice said. “We’ve burned through Savannah, St. Augustine, Portland, San Antonio. Hell, we even tried Chicago.”

Danny wrinkled his nose. Staying in Illinois wasn’t ideal, but he’d have taken it if it meant he could get out of Amity Park. That city, despite being his home, his Haunt, was going to be the death of him. And there weren’t enough ‘I’m already dead’ jokes in the world that could soften that.

“Okay,” Jazz hummed thoughtfully, ever the pragmatist. “Then what’s next?”

“That’s just it,” Tucker said with a sigh. “At this point… I don’t think there is a next.”

Well. Great.

Danny thunked his head against the trunk of the tree. When they’d started this search, he’d told himself in no uncertain terms that he would not be getting his hopes up, that this was a pipe dream at best. But somewhere along the line he’d let himself be lulled into a false sense of security by the surety his friends and sister had that there’d be some solution. Maybe not college, maybe not even outside of Illinois, but somewhere he could escape to.

Apparently not. If Tucker couldn’t find Danny somewhere suitable to live, Danny didn’t know someone who could.

The line was silent. Even Tucker’s clacking had stopped, and Danny suddenly wished he’d start up again, just to fill the silence.

Ancients, was it really so bad? Staying in Amity? He had a life there – or an afterlife, at least. He had friends, too, until they went off to college themselves. He had ghosts to chase and frenemies to brawl and his parents. Well, kind of. His parents were…

Danny sighed and relaxed the part of him that kept him solid on the branches of the tree. Tangibility sloughed off of him like dead skin and he sank through the tree toward the ground. If two of the smartest people in his life couldn’t figure out how to get him out, Danny really was starting to believe it was hopeless.

He was just about to let himself sink fully into the ground and let the dark earth envelop him when the earpiece crackled back to life.

“Y’know,” Sam said speculatively, “there is one place you haven’t tested yet.”

Danny paused his slow descent into the ground, chin just peeking out of the dirt.

“What do you mean?”

“Weeeeelll,” she said slowly, drawing the word out. “It’s not the most ideal, but-”

“Sam,” Jazz cut in sharply. “You’re not suggesting where I think you are, are you?”

“What?” She asked defensively. “It’s, like, the only place guaranteed to have level 5 amounts of ambient ecto outside of Amity. It kinda seems like his only option.”

Danny perked up at that. Another city? With enough ecto for him to survive off of that Tuck and Jazz hadn’t thought of? Or maybe they had, but had decided it wasn’t a good fit. Danny pulled his body back out of the ground and settled on the grass, lifting a hand to press his comm further into his ear.

“What are you talking about, Sam? Where?”

“Sam,” Tucker echoed Jazz tentatively. “I don’t think…”

“I’m talking about Gotham.”

Silence. Did she just say…

“Gotham?” Danny repeated. He couldn’t have heard her right. She wanted him to move to Gotham? The Dread City? The Joker’s Playground? Home of the Bat? She couldn’t be serious… Right?

“Yep,” Sam said, popping her P. And shit, okay. Gotham. “Gotham U has an astronomy program and everything. And I bet we could score you a free ride, knowing the Waynes. They love a charity case.”

“Jeez, Sam,” Tucker hissed. “Blunt much?” Danny could practically hear her returning shrug.

“What, am I wrong? It’s not like Danny’s stupid, or anything, but all this ghost shit has seriously tanked his grades. With a little sob story here and a push from my parents there, though, I’m sure he’d be admitted in a heartbeat.”

“Yeah, but…” Tucker started weakly. “It’s Gotham. Like, Gotham Gotham. Y’know, Most Deadly City on Earth?”

“I know what it’s called, Tuck.”

“I just mean-”

“I’ve been there a few times on my parents’ stupid gala circuit, remember?” Sam interrupted impatiently. “It’s a rough ass city to be sure, but we’ve dealt with worse. Danny’ll be fine.”

“It is more than just a ‘rough ass city,’ Sam!” That was Jazz. “We are not sending him into that lion’s den! We’ll find him somewhere safe and normal where he can–”

“Danny won’t survive somewhere safe and normal,” Sam shot back. It sounded like she was leaning into Tucker’s microphone. “That’s the whole point of this stupid ecto hunt! We have to find somewhere fucked up enough that he can live without relying on the Realms.”

“Then we’ll find somewhere! Just not a city that’s known for how dangerous and unlivable it is. I refuse to get Danny out of the frying pan just to throw him right back into a fire!”

Sam scoffed. “Really, Jazz? You think Amity isn’t the fire? You think he’s any safer staying in that house?”

Danny cringed and the line went silent for a moment.

“Look, I know it’s been really bad recently,” Jazz started, but Tucker cut her off.

“You kinda don’t, though.”

“...What?”

“Like, I know we’ve been updating you and everything, but it’s different. Being here.”

“What do you mean? Different how?”

“Tuck…” Danny protested weakly. His best friend ignored him.

“I mean, your parents have always been odd, sure. But like, manageably odd, y’know? But when Phantom broke the portal…” Danny winced, rubbing his neck. “I don’t know. They kinda lost it. And now they just seem…” The line was quiet for a moment as Tucker searched for the word.

“Unwell,” Sam supplied. Her tone was grave. Tucker hummed in agreement. “Seriously, Jazz. He needs out of there.”

“I… Danny? Is that true?”

“It’s…” Danny started, but quickly trailed off. What was there to say? The last few months since he’d wrecked the portal had been… rough. He hadn’t thought it possible, but in recent weeks his parents had become even more radical. Their hate for Phantom had reached vitriolic levels, to the point that they seemed incapable of thinking about anything else. Forget eating, forget researching, forget Danny. The only thing that mattered anymore was hunting down the ghost that wrecked their life’s work.

Danny never wanted to learn what would happen if they learned that that ghost slept in the room next door.

“...not great,” is what Danny eventually settled on.

The line was silent in the wake of that non answer.

Danny flopped back on the lush March grass and stared up at the cloudless sky spanning above him. If he focused, he thought he could make out Venus burning through the blue. There were no other stars to be seen at this time of day.

“You really think Gotham would have enough ecto for me?” Danny asked into the void. He scratched absently at his neck and the gently writhing lichtenberg scars there. Sure, he’d heard horror stories of the atrocities that went on in Gotham, but Amity Park had literally been dragged into hell not a month ago. If he was gonna move somewhere that even had a chance at being as haunted as Amity, Gotham probably was it.

There was an icy spark behind his ribs at the thought of moving there, and he rubbed at his chest. No one willingly moved to Gotham.

“I mean, if you’re worried about the levels of ecto,” Sam said eventually, much quieter, “why not go check? New Jersey is just down the coast from Massachusetts, isn’t it?”

It was. And that was… not a terrible suggestion. Get a reading, see if it was worth it to spend the time wrapping his mind around the idea that moving to Gotham was a good idea. See if it was worth getting his hopes up again.

“I mean, you could make it there before dark if you left now,” Tucker added, picking up his typing once more. “Crime reports are down 68% during the day. You wouldn’t even be visible to cameras, especially if you stay invisible. They don’t have that type of tech there.”

Well. That kind of decided it then, didn’t it?

The cold spark behind his ribs burned a little brighter.

“Alright,” Danny said, drifting back up into the sky. There was an itching tug at his core, and he drifted toward where it led him toward the south. “I’ll head there now, then. I’ll let you know what I find.”

“Danny,” Jazz said again, quiet but intense. “I really don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“I know you don’t Jazz,” he said as gently as he could. The chill was increasing in strength as he picked up speed and raced for the border to Rhode Island. “But… If it’s my ticket out of Amity?” Ancients, the words felt almost giddy in his mouth. Out of Amity Park. How long had he been dreaming of that? “I have to take it. Don’t you think?”

The line was silent for a long time - long enough that Danny was nearly to the border by the time Jazz replied.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. Just… be safe, okay?”

“Of course I will,” he promised. But even then, when everything was still okay, the words rang hollow and untrue.

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Ectoplasm made a different sound than water did when it hit the ground, Danny was learning. The endless drip, drip, drip was different from the sound a leaky faucet made. It was thicker and more robust; more like a plop than a plink. The sound of it was driving him mad. It was also the one of the only things tethering him to sanity.

Danny had long since given up trying to reconcile the dualities of this place. Time passed in a hazy-quick blur, yet seconds dragged on for hours; his body pulsed with life, yet they cut him open as if he were dead; he had no mouth, yet he was always, always screaming.

Hah. A reference. Good one.

Those little thoughts helped him keep hold of his sanity, too. Little snatches of memories from his life before… this. A mindless reference here, the fleeting thought of someone’s face there. All of it grounded him, no matter how slight. So what if he couldn’t remember what he was referencing or who he was seeing? All that mattered was he’d held onto enough of himself to do so in the first place.

The plop, plop, plop of his ectoplasm on the floor slowed to a stop. He would have groaned with relief if he had any capability to do so. The muzzle affixed to his jaw and over the bridge of his nose assured that he did not. He shifted slightly in his restraints upon the cold surgical table.

Tonight’s the night, he thought sluggishly. The doctors had left minutes ago, and unlike the past few weeks, Danny had clung desperately to consciousness in their absence. The researchers had used to work in shifts so that someone was dissecting working on him at all times, but they’d recently pared down to a single team that required breaks to eat and sleep. He didn’t care enough to wonder why. He just knew it gave him a sliver of a chance.

That was all he needed.

The increase in rest Danny had been afforded these past few weeks hadn’t left him unaffected. Rather, he was brimming with an amount of energy he hadn’t felt in months. He felt fully lucid and aware for the first time in Ancients know how long, and he wasn’t going to let this chance go to waste. No, he’d waited and waited for all those extra hours of rest to start to add up and now… Now it was time for his patience to pay off.

Danny stared up at the ceiling for a long moment. If this didn’t work, he’d have to wait another few weeks to work up the energy again. He closed his eyes and centered his breathing. Then, with an internal cry, Danny wrenched his transformation from the depths of his shrunken, emaciated core.

It felt like he was rending himself in two, like he was being torn apart from within and born anew. Twin beams of light reflected against the sterile white ceiling, and all at once the transformation took hold. All at once, Danny was shoved back into his aching, all-too-human body and left panting on the icy metal. It was the most glorious feeling in the world.

It took so little effort to squeeze his hands out of his ecto-resistant restraints, to roll off the side of the table and collapse on the floor with a dull thud. The pain of the impact rocked through him, but he didn’t have the mind to care. Tears leaked out of his eyes, once again clear liquid instead of neon ectoplasm, and his chest shook with hysterical, silent sobs.

He was human again. He- He was a person, just like he’d insisted and sobbed for hours upon first arriving here. A fact that the doctors had ignored in favor of muzzling his cries so they could carry on with their experiments in peace.

At the thought, Danny hoisted himself into a sitting position and scrabbled, half feral, at the latch that kept the mask affixed to his face. His fingers were stiff and ineffectual from being broken and pinned down into uselessness long ago, however, and nothing he did could make the wretched thing budge.

Danny dropped his head into his hands and cried.

His tears dripped through his fingers and into the rapidly diminishing puddle of ectoplasm he was sitting in. His body was already trying to sluggishly heal itself using that which had bled off him a few scant hours ago, and before long he was sitting on dry ground. He sniffed and looked up.

Alright, it was time to go. Sitting around wallowing wouldn’t get him anywhere. What he needed to do was get out. The recouping of his ectoplasm along with the extra rest he’d been stockpiling meant he was still reeling with unprecedented energy. He was well aware a good amount of it was adrenaline, but that just meant he had to work quickly.

Danny pushed himself to his feet. He tilted precariously before he managed to right himself with one hand on the cold surgical table. So cold, even with his ectoplasm leaking all over it. He stumbled over to the wall that controlled the Ghost Shield, to the glowing button that had ruled his life for the past uncountable days.

With feral glee, he slammed his human fist into it. The apparatus gave an electronic whine, and then the green glow dulled to gray and the Ghost Shield surrounding the lab fizzled out of existence.

Danny had never felt such relief.Alarms blared to life, but it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered, except the bliss that was transforming into his ghost form without any expectation of pain, without any fear. He was free. Without a backward glance, Danny hauled up his intangibility and rocketed through the ceiling of the lab and into the open expanse of the night sky.

[yanoverload]

You've already said that Ramune is the only Yandere who has sex with people other than us.

I was wondering what his reaction would be to a darling who rejects him because of that? Like, a darling who feels disgusted (and maybe possessive) that Ramune has been touched by other people and openly says that he would never be attracted to a cheap whore like Ramune.

It could be either a Darling who really dislikes Ramune or a Yandere Darling(who is just trying to break Ramune mentally in order to have him for himself). Darling could even fuck another guy in front of Ramune, saying that this guy is a pure and good boy, and that's why he deserved Darling's cock more than Ramune.

I don't know, I just want to see Ramune go crazy with jealousy and insecurity. I'm sorry😔

If Ramune was an older, more mature and mentally stable incubus, he wouldn't mind. Hell he might have made a masterplan to seduce and drug you slowly.

But he isn't. So he panics. He has a meltdown.

He will ruin your partner's reputation. He might ruin yours too so you can't leave the house to ask for help. Not that you would be able too, he would keep you drugged enough that your legs can't move.

Be careful though, demons don't understand human dosages. He might overdo it if you don't take your words back.

(I was struggling to write something for this since I'm bad at angst, but my lovely baby sweetie cutie patootie @yanderefarm helped me and he wrote a little blurb for me!!! PLEASE FOLLOW MY FREND HIS STUFF IS SO GOOD HE DESERVES THE LOVE!!! THANK YOU BUNNY I OWE YOU MY FIRST BORN)

ANGST BLURB UNDER CUT!!!!!

"You're disgusting. Don't fucking touch me."

It was like Ramune had been stabbed in the heart by your words. Each one like a thorn piercing his chest. An incubus never has to worry about the negative view of being sexually promiscuous, it's what he does to survive. 

Aren't you being cruel to call him disgusting for it? You're being mean to him to tease him, right? You're just jealous so you want him to show you how much you mean to him, right? That has to be it.

Ramune assumed if he just forced himself further into your life that you would realize that he loves you and he's serious about you. So why is there some ungrateful, undeserving slut bouncing on your lap? Why did he find you like this?

He practically sees red but he pretends it's ok. He pretends he's not crumbling apart even while a thick pink mist fills the room. You and your new partner fall asleep before you can say or do anything more.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

When you wake up? You're tied to a bed with a weight on your stomach. You can hear voices but you're so dizzy and lightheaded.

"Stupid ugly trash like you doesn't deserve them."

There's a rush of pleasure up your body and you try to move your tied back arms in vain. Ramune is sitting on your stomach with his back facing you but those wings are undeniable.

"Fucking hell- Get the fuck off me you freak!"

Your words fall on deaf ears as he continues to touch your thighs lovingly.

"I said get off!! Don't touch me!!"

"I know you're confused... Hah I dunno how he did it but this guy has you all confused."

"I'm not-"

Ramune's voice cracks. "You're mine. You're all mine. I'll show you. I'll imprint it on your body until the only one you remember is me."

A tear hits your bare skin. You can hear a muffled sound of someone else in front of you but there's no chance to process anything. Ramune's hand is trailing up your thigh again.

"Mine."

[howi99]

A Knight second chance 13

Qrow: *cocking one eyebrow after watching the video of Jaune and Glynda's spar* What the hell was that, kid? Didn't you say you wanted to stay low profile?

Jaune: That was the plan at first, but i'm realizing that if i want everyone to survive, they need to step up their game. And i've got something to distract both Ozpin and Ironwood.

Qrow: *pensive* I see... *Point to Roman* Is this why that weasel sitting next to you, too?

Roman: *smirk* Qrow, nice seeing you again. How's your love life going?

Qrow: *smirk back* I dunno, how was it to be beaten by my niece?

Jaune: You know each other?

Roman: *leaning back in his chair* We went to Beacon together. *Sigh* His sister was a complete psychopath-

Qrow: *Grinning* You stole her sword during your first spare against her, of course she would beat the shit out of you.

Roman: *shrug* It was funny at the time.

Qrow: *chuckle* True that!

Jaune: ... *Shake his head, refocusing on why he gathered them here* In any case, Roman, you got the information we need against Lionheart?

Roman: *placing the documents on the table* All there. He wasn't the best at erasing his trace. *Sigh* 25 mission reclassified as low danger, given to inexperienced huntsmen teams.

Qrow: *picking up the document* For fuck sake... More than 200 huntsmen were killed, how did we not see that?

Roman: Mistral is the kingdom of crime. Falsifying documents was as easy as it gets for him.

Jaune: *looking at his scroll* Welp, i gotta go.

Qrow: *frown* Why's that?

Jaune: *sigh* Miss Glynda, psychiatrist extraordinaire, is asking for immediate attendance.

Qrow: *wince* That little bout with your friend is really biting your ass, huh?

Jaune: *groan* You have no idea. *Leave*

_ _ _

At the end of the appointment

Jaune: *perplexed* Something is weird happening with Penny?

Glynda: *picking up some papers* Miss Polendina has recently been suffering from multiple nightmares. *looking at the documents* Weirdly enough, she keeps saying something about there being "Nothing" and- *looking back at Jaune who is glowing faintly* Jaune?

Jaune: *mumbling* Nothing... Nothing happened...

Glynda: *worried* Jaune, what's wrong?

Jaune: *grabbing his head* What did i do wrong!? Why was i left behind?! Because i didn't follow a script?!? *The glow starts to intensify* I just wanted to get back! I- *feel Glynda sit next to him* ... *Hug her, crying*

_ _ _

Ozpin: *looking up with a smile, as Glynda entered his Office* Ah, Glynda, did- *sees her eyes, red from crying* ... *Sigh* Was it-

Glynda: *shaking her head* Worse. *Sitting on a chair* It was so much worse than anything we might have expected...

Ozpin: *worried* What-

Glynda: *trembling* Nothing happened...

Ozpin: *perplexed* What do you mean?

Glynda: ... Their was no knight to save the day, no cat to show you the way and no trees that could help you change for the better... A story that was never written... A destiny that can never be... *Shake her head* No wonder we never found that book, it never existed in the first place...

[mrsparrasblog]

Jealousy Jealousy

Summary: Ghost wanted you but was to afraid to break the rules of fraternization, giving you only the last possibility of seducing him.

TW: Smut, Sex, Creampie, Spermplay, rough fucking, seduction, swearing, dirty talk

Wordcount: 3,9 K

MDNI

So Im back lol , and like always procrastinating and writing something else then I should and definitely more words then I planed thought about 1,5 K max . Dunno just enjoy your daily doses of COD smut.

You were aware of fraternization rules even if rules didn’t count that much for people like you, people who worked in the TF141, but your way too hot Lieutenant savored these rules because they were so important to him, or maybe he just didn’t find you attractive, you thought, until he kissed you last week after the mission in Las Almas, telling you he thought you were fucking dead. Graves captured you, but you managed to run away with your half-limp body. When he saw you, he couldn’t hold back, pushing his backlava up to kiss you, and then, after Las Almas, when you were in the pub, he punched a bloke just for looking at you. „Leave my girl alone,“ he barked, and of course, if a 6´5 masked man screamed, the man ran survival instinct, but you still needed to get laid, so you planned the perfect plan to seduce Ghost.

You looked into the mirror. The black dress clung to every curve and dip of your body like a glove. It was perfect. You knew what Ghost loved and how to highlight it. You pulled the stockings up to your lingerie and hummed in approval. He was just a man, after all, so of course he couldn’t decline this offer. At least you thought so, so you walked towards the common room. Now your only hope was that Ghost was alone and there was no Price in sight.

So as you walked into the room, the play of Manchester was visible on the TV, and he immediately turned around, noticing the different scents in the air when you entered—vanilla and amber—his weakness. “What the fuck are you wearin’?“ He looked at you from head to toe, trying to hide a smirk.

"Don't you think it's pretty? You asked while fluttering your lashes at him.

"Pretty? You're asking if this is pretty. You look like a fucking hooker." His voice was gruff and unapologetic. "Go change before Price sees you like this, or I swear to God."

„No, I would rather stay like this“

He grunted and turned back to the TV, not wanting to be bothered by changing your mind. But there was a strange part of him, a soft part, that found you so fucking attractive.

Now it was time for the next step of your plan. You sat down next to him, watching the match.

"Fuck off." He growled, trying to focus on the game but finding it difficult with you sitting so close. "Why are you always in my fucking space?“

„Because you know, I like watching Manchester too.“

„Well, then you should get your own damn TV and watch it in your room." He muttered, frustrated by your constant presence. But even as he spoke harshly, a small smile crept onto his face at the thought of you liking the same team as him.

„Why are you so grumpy today?“

„I'm not grumpy; I just don't like being bothered when I'm trying to watch my football." He snapped, annoyed by your question. But deep down, he knew it was just a lie. After what happened in Las Almas, this must stop, Ghost knew how to push people away, but you were just so resistant to his tantrums.

„I don't bother you, Ghost. Im only watching a match in the common room last time I checked. This area is for everyone.“

„Yes, you do. You always fucking do." He hissed, glaring at you briefly before turning back to the game. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on the match again, hoping that would help him calm down.

„Are you bothered by this?" You gestured at your body.

"Yes, I'm bothered by it! You look like a goddamn whore, and it's bothering me!" He snaps, his patience finally snapping. He couldn't help but notice your body, however his mind was starting to wander inappropriately. Thinking of how you look without the dress, how he would rip it off you, and how good your red lipstick would look smeared on his dick while you cried from almost choking, but he was your superior,

„But a beautiful whore." You knew him long enough; you knew him when he was just a sergeant. This was just his way of pushing you away, and you were a patient girl, but now it was enough; he wanted you, or at least kept every male away from you within 20 miles distance. 

„Shut up." He growled, unable to deny the truth in your words. Despite himself, he found you so unbelievably attractive, and it was making him even more frustrated with your situation.

You rested your legs on his lap, leaning back into the soft cushion on the couch.

"What the fuck?" He immediately pulled your legs off his lap, glaring at you through the skull mask. "Do you have any idea how inappropriate that is?" He snarled, trying to keep his temper in check.

„They are only legs.“

„It's still not okay!" He shouted, losing his cool completely. "You're my subordinate, for fuck's sake! Have some respect!" His face was flushed with anger and embarrassment as he stood up from the couch, needing some space to calm down.

„It's not like I touched you anywhere inappropriate, Lieutenant. You knew how crazy he was when you called him, and you really thought you had him there.

„That's not the point!" He yelled. "You should know better than to behave like this!" He turned away from you, trying to regain his composure and hide the heat that burned in his cheeks.

“Why?“

„Because I'm your superior, you are under my line of command, dammit!" He snapped back, spinning back around to face you. "We are working on the field; you take orders from me, which means there are certain boundaries we shouldn't cross! You know this.“

„Price and Gaz always fuck with each other, and it doesn’t change the dynamic." You argue, how could it be okay for the Captain to sleep with his Sergeant but not for the Lieutenant?

"It doesn't matter! The fact remains that I’m your commanding officer, and that changes things." He argued, his voice rising in pitch. "I can't just ignore the fact!“

„You want it, you want me too. You can't just scare every bloke away who is interested in me, Ghost, and then don’t act on your feelings.“

„I want you who care. I fucking long for you. That still doesn’t change a fuck about that. I'm your superior.“

You slowly let the straps of your dress fall. „You long for me, Ghost? Then show me how much you want me.“

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked, taken aback by your sudden action. His eyes widened as he saw more of your exposed delicate skin, and a bulge began to form in his pants. Despite his anger, he couldn't help but be affected by your provocative move. His eyes stayed on your exposed shoulders, and you knew you had him. You slowly started to let the dress fall to the ground, revealing yourself in black lingerie, his favorite with straps, and everything he could dream of.

He quickly turned away, trying to regain his composure. "Have you lost your goddamn mind?" He said this, fighting the urge to turn and look at you. His heart was racing, and his body was reacting against his will.

„Don't you think im beautiful Ghost?“ You looked at him with dear eyes, walking closer to him.

„I think you're incredibly fucking annoying!" He snapped, turning back to face you. 

He couldn't deny that you were attractive, but the situation was too complicated for him to deal with right now. "You making this really difficult, Darling.“

Your face turned the prettiest shade of pink when he called you Darling, and the butterflies from your stomach only moved between your thighs.

"Get away from me. I'm a patient man, but if you don’t put something on, I can't promise to not fuck that brattiness out of you." He growled, taking a step back and holding up his hands to stop you. His mind was in turmoil as he watched your seductive walk, and he felt his pants tighten even more. "This isn't helping anything, darling.“

„Ghost, please just dunno give a shit about the rule.“

„I wish I could.“

„Then let me have another man, Ghost; you can't claim me as yours, and then act on it.“

„I kill every fucking man who even thinks of touching you,“ he barked, his eyes darkened with his possession, making you start to plan B.

„You can either fuck me or I'm going to Johnny, and He can do it your choice." You took your phone, typed the message for Johnny, and showed it to him. You had enough; he needed to sort out his thoughts about whether he wanted you or let you have someone else, even if you only wanted him.

„You're not serious." He said this, shaking his head in disbelief. His face turned red with anger. "You really think I'd let Johnny touch you after what you just did?" He stepped closer, towering over your vulnerable frame. You were in the military and definitely not a delicate flower, but in comparison to Ghost, everyone looked small.

„Why? You didn't want me.“

He grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the wall. "Johnny better not say anything about you to me unless it's to say he never will fucking touch you!" He growled in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Do I make myself clear?“

„He will give me what I want, and don't complain about it,“ you said, pressing your finger deeper into his wound of possessiveness.

"No." He said it firmly, his grip on your shoulders tightening. "You're not going to go to him. You're coming with me." He turned and started walking towards his room, expecting you to follow. The thought of Johnny touching you made him even more angry and possessive. You were his, and no other bloody bloke will touch you.

„Oh, will I now?“ You asked, chuckling softly at his jealousy. Maybe you would make it harder for him after all you were just as fucked up as he.

„Yes, you will." He said it without turning around. "You owe me that much after what you just did." His voice was cold and unyielding. He stopped at his door and turned to face you again. "Now, are you coming, or do I have to drag you?“

„Drag me“

„Fine." He grunted, reaching for your wrist and pulling you towards him. His grip was rough and forceful, but you didn't struggle, getting used to his strength in several sparring matches where he pinned you down. You entered his room, and he slammed the door shut behind you, taking his sweet time to look at your ass in the lingerie.

"Now what?" He demanded it, glaring down at you.

„You could just fuck me like I want,“ you suggested, teasingly stroking his biceps through his compression shirt.

„Do you think this is a game?" He asked, pushing you against the wall. "You can't just snap your fingers and expect me to do whatever you want!" His anger was palpable, but he could also feel the lust building within him. "What did you do back there?“

„I just showed you lingerie; it's nothing wrong.“

„It's not the lingerie!" He yelled, his voice echoing off the walls. "It's the fact that you're using your body to get what you want!" He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

„Are you too weak to resist?“

„I'm not weak!" He shouted, grabbing your arms and pinning them above your head. "But you're pushing me too far! Now, either you stop or I'll do something you'll regret." His face was close to yours, bodies pressed together.

 „I won't regret fucking you.“

„You don't know what you're saying; you will regret it after you can't walk straight for days." He growled, his rough, chapped lips brushing against yours. "But if that's what you really want, fine." With a sudden movement, he spun you around and pushed you down onto the bed.

He climbed on top of her, pinning her arms above her head once more. "This is how it's going to be." He asked, his voice low and husky. "You're going to use your body as a weapon against me?“

„Yes Sir“

Sir, you had the nerve to call him this, with a growl he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. His muscular frame was covered in scars from years of fighting, but they only added to his rugged charm. He leaned down and captured your soft lips with his own, kissing you fiercely like all the time back in Las Almas.

„Mhm Ghost“

„When we're like this, you’re going to fucking moan Simon, not Ghost?“ He pulled his mask away, throwing it in the corner, and showed you his scared face. It was fucking beautiful, his blonde lashes, the brown eyes, the blonde stubbles, and the way too long blonde hair for regulation. "You're beautiful, Si.“

„Do you understand what you're doing to me?" He asked between kisses, his voice rough with desire. "You're driving me mad!" He trailed kisses down your neck, nipping at your skin. "Are you sure this is what you want?“

„I have wanted this for years.“

His fingers found the claps of your black lacy bra, and he began to pull it off, revealing more of your lush body. "Even though you've ignored me for months?" He asked, his voice shaking with need. "Even though you've flirted with him?“ It wasn’t like you ignored him back then, it was like ages ago.

„With Johnny? Jealous?“

„Yes," he growled, hooking his thumbs into your sweet panties and pulling them down your perfect legs. "I'm so fucking jealous of him. Of everyone who fucking looks at you" he stared at your bare pussy for a moment, his lust burning brightly in his eyes. "You're beautiful," he whispered, leaning down to inhale your musk scent and then flicking his thick thong over your complete cunt, savoring the taste of your leaking juices.

His tongue darted out to trace the folds of your pleading pussy, tasting the sweet nectar that coated you. "Fuck Darlin’," he hissed, picking up the pace.

You pressed his head deeper into your wetness, his fingers found your clit, circling it gently before plunging down into your. He groaned against your mound, unable to hold back any longer.

You squirmed beneath him, your moans getting louder and more urgent as he continued to pleasure you. "Your cuny tastes so fucking good," he muttered against your skin, licking and sucking every inch of your hardened clit.

„Oh god, Simon“

As you gasped his name, he knew you were close. With one last thrust of his tongue deep into your tight core, he felt you shudder violently around him, and your hot cum spurted onto his face. "Fuck Darlin’, "he groaned, drinking in your essence as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You are exquisite," he rasped, pulling his lips away from your swollen, overstimulated clit. "Absolutely fucking exquisite." He licked his lips clean of your juices, the taste lingering in his mouth for a moment before disappearing altogether. 

„Sorry, I made a mess of you.“ You chuckled, looking at his face all smeared down with your sticky juices.

"Don't be sorry." He smiled, gazing at you with adoration. "I prefer you wetter.“

„Can you finally fuck me now?“

He grinned, his hands sliding down your hips to grasp your thighs. "Oh, darling," he growled as he thrust into you, his cock sliding easily into your slick heat at first, despite his enormous length. "I've wanted to do this for so fucking long.“

„Mhm Si,“ his thick length stretched you out like no one ever did; you felt him in places you didn’t even know you had, and when his cold piercing hit your gummy walls, you squealed, making him only chuckle.

He groaned, his hips slamming against yours as he took you with a force that left no doubt about his desire."Fuck, you're tight," he gasped, feeling every inch of his length stretch your pussy to its limits. 

„You’re too big, Si,“ you whined as he hit your cervix, a spot no man before ever reached, not even Johnny. The burn was between pain and pleasure, making you rethink all your life choices.

„You can take it; begged for it, Darlin', didn't you?“

His eyes locked with yours, and the intensity of your gaze increased as he moved within you. "You like that, don't you?" He growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Feeling my cock fucking you from the inside out.“

God, he is a talker, you thought, and his British accent made it even worse for you, making your gummy walls flood him with your wetness.

„`S hurt, Si“

He leaned down, his teeth nipping at your neck as he thrust deeper, hitting your cervix with each forceful motion. "I know." He smirked, his hips grinding against yours in a powerful rhythm. "But you seem to be handling it quite well.“

„Oh god, you squirmed beneath him, your nails digging into his back as you tried to cope with the sensations coursing through your body. "You're amazing," he moaned, his lips finding your ear as he whispered encouragement and dirty talk.

„Mhm Si“ 

He leaned down to kiss you softly, his hands running through your hair as he traced patterns on your scalp. "You drive me insane," He whispered, his gaze locked with yours, "I can't get enough of you. I have been addicted to you since the first time you walked inside the gym.“

„Please“

Simon grinned wickedly. „You want it hard?“

„Yes,“ you moaned naively, thinking you could take more of him and more of his restless vigor.

He smirked, his hips starting an aggressive, pounding rhythm that left no doubt about his intentions. "Well, you got it," he growled, each thrust hitting your cervix with devastating force. "You like that?“ 

Simon leaned down to capture your lips in a rough kiss, his tongue pushing past your teeth as he took what he wanted. He pulled back with a satisfied smirk, his breathing labored from the intensity of your lovemaking. Even if it felt more like fucking for you, it was making love to him, proving to you he was the right one. You knew no one could protect you better than him; he knew he could provide for you and grant you every wish you had in your fucked-out mind, and now he took great pride in knowing no one could fuck you like him.

"I could fuck you like this all day." His lips pressed against your neck, nipping and teasing the sensitive skin. "Is that what you want?" He whispered, his hips thrusting harder as he felt your body tighten around him. "To be fucked all day?“

„Yes Lieutenant“ 

Simon laughed, a deep, husky sound that vibrated against your flesh. "You're such a dirty little thing," he praised, slamming into you once more. His free hand moved down to squeeze your ample ass, urging you to meet his hips stroke for stroke.

„Mhm, Si, please“

Simon's grin grew wider as he felt the familiar heat building within him. He knew you could take it all, and he was more than willing to give you everything he had. "Tell me what you want, baby girl. Want me to cum in you? Want me to fuck your ass? Want me to forget your own name? Because I'm more than fuckin’ willing to give it all to you,“ he growled against your ear, thrusting harder than ever before.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" He asked teasingly, feeling your pussy grip his cock tighter.

"Yes, please,“ you whined, almost unable to speak.

Simon’s hand moved from your ass to grip your hair, pulling slightly as he drove deeper inside you. His other hand moved between you too to rub against your overstimulated clit in a rough rhythm. "Say it," he demanded, needing to hear those words from your lips.

„Make me cum.“ 

With a triumphant groan, Simon increased his pace, his hips meeting yours in a brutal display of lust and desire. He felt your walls clenching around him, muscles contracting as you edged closer and closer to your awaiting climax. "Fuck, you're so tight," he panted, his grip on your hair tightening as he felt the orgasm building within him. "I'm going to cum all over your fucking face and paint you like a masterpiece.“

Simon felt your inner walls pulsing around him as you reached your climax, and with a primal roar of his own, he released himself inside of you. His thick cum filled you up, overflowing onto your willing womb as he held himself deep within you. His cum was sticky and hot, sending shivers down your spine.

It took a while for you to come back to your senses after he fucked every part of your brain out of you. After a while, you were able to perform a snarky comment. the brattiness was still not fucked out by your Lieutenant. "I thought you wanted to cum all over my face, huh.“

With a smirk, he pulled out and replaced his member with his tongue, licking up every drop he could find on your cunt. "I changed my mind," he said playfully. "It tastes better coming from you.“

This was new; most men feared to kiss you after you gave them head, and he just licked his cum out of your vagina. "Did you just taste yourself?“

Simon's eyes flashed with mischief. "And if I did?" He teased you, planting another kiss on your lips. "You liked it enough to taste it too, remember?“

You licked the remaining seed from his lips, eager to make him crazy.

“Oh fuck." Simon's head fell back with a groan as you licked him clean. "You're so fucking dirty, and I love it." He grabbed your hair, pulling you into a deep kiss that tasted salty and sweet.

„God Simon“

„Best fuck of your life,“ he looked at you with a cocky smile fucking arrogant idiot, but he was right.

„Yes“

„Pull that on“ he handed you a shirt, one of his Ghost Lieutenant military shirts he wore to the training, and you couldn’t stop a giggle thinking of how sweet that action was, but Ghost wasn’t a sweet individual, well, at least not always. When you pulled the shirts on and he nicked your panties, he ruffled through your hair, smearing his cum over your red lips, making you only look more fucked than ever before. 

„Stand up, Darlin'; it isn’t nice to cancel a meeting over the phone. Tell Johnny you won't come or ever again to him.“

„Just let me get ready first,“ you tried to wiggle yourself out of his grip.

„No, you go like this.“

„But-“

„This was a fucking order now, Sergeant.“

So you went to the next barrack. You knew Johnny must have already heard you, but now you were on your way to him naked, just covered in Simon's shirt, tangled hair, red lipstick everywhere, cum on your face, and the remaining cum that leaked out of your cunt to your thighs. Simon could only admire his masterpiece; he felt like a Picasso for doing this to you. 

„Sorry Johnny can't make it,“ you said to your friend with an embarrassed expression. Maybe you deserved it after teasing Simon this way.

„The Lt.?“

„Yes“ 

Simon stood only in the corner and admired you, already thinking about how he would praise and reward you for being such a good girl.

[the-tin-dog]

We don't do funerals here.

I think that's how Jove got so deified. I never considered myself religious down the gravity well on Terra, and only ever found demons in the Iron Mines on Mercury. Sol was 'bout the closest thing to a god I ever saw.

But that red eye? Red as the blood frozen on the knives of the zealots who killed your squad mates? It'll change you.

Usually someone dies and you move on, part of the gig. The ice vets learned quick not to get too attached; career spacers learn not to make friends.

Guess The Angel of Europa just hit everyone different. Some of the grunts got together. Did a service. Most of the vets shrugged it off. Warmies will be Warmies ya know? But aint heard anyone say anything really mean. We all lost the energy for cynicism long ago. No point in it really. Anyone who survives their first rotation knows death is waiting at the door. Jove's Embrace eventually claims us all.

Surprise to everyone when almost the entire 67th Division showed up. Grunts shocked more'n anyone. Even the CO took the stand.

"I uh. You all know I'm not good with words. I try real hard, you know, to uhm. To... Look I'm sorry. I'm not good with this kinda shit ok? But if I'm being honest? We all knew coming out to this rock was gonna kill us. Not a single one of you can say it wasn't. So. Yeah. I dunno. But that day? When that pod skipped? How the fuck am i supposed to follow her? Ive been on this damned frozen sheet long enough to know that rank means shit now. You know who the real leader was? Look around. First goddamn funeral we've had in this division. Yeah sure I could make up some bullshit about how she kept the heat on how she kept our bodies alive long enough to become part of a zealots blade. But that ain't what any of us are here for. She did her duty. Just like all of us. Her duty was keeping the heat on. But her purpose was makin' it warm. Vets like me and Sgt Donnovan don't even know her name. We been here longer, seen hundreds come and go in front of us. But these grunts? Throwing this together? Fuckin means something. You heard her voice. All of us did! I remember watching half you here makin fun. Sayin she was too soft. Saying her warm heart would freeze like all ours did. But you know what? It never did. She was the only one of us who stayed strong. Only goddamn one of us who put any effort into making life in these tunnels a little less miserable. And I'll be damned if that didn't mean something."

I was never religious down the gravity well on Terra, but I sure hope Jove takes care of 'er. Lotta people down here need an Angel more'n anything these days.

- Europa Chronicles 6 -

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[taxevasionismyfavactivity]

a little bit of manga spoilers ahead

ok speaking in fanfic terms. jinmao as parents has so much fluff potential.

It's like, that one trope "when the parents didn't have that much of a good childhood but they strive to give their child a great upbringing" idk if it has a shorter name but lmk if it does

and don't take this out of context!! both Jinshi and Mao Mao 100% had people who cared (and still care) about them when they were children, but also:

you can't tell me this isn't the saddest thing ever (even though Mao Mao herself would disagree with my statement)

it makes sense, of course, courtesans in the pleasure district must prioritize their work to survive. still sad that Mao Mao (and well, probably most of the children born there) are always secondary to their job.

outside of this, theres also every moment when something went really wrong for mao mao because of how dangerous the red light district is (i sometimes forget that one of those moments have started the whole thing)

and oh, don't forget that her relationship with her biological parents is wrecked. Fengxian hated her. (Although i do like to believe that if things worked out and she didn't go insane then she'd love her daughter) And Lakan for sure loves Mao Mao, but she definitely can't say the same for him.

on Jinshi's side, things are obvious way, way better taking in the fact that he's a noble and of course always had people that would take care of him.

actually, his situation is similar to Mao Mao's in the sense that both of them had parents that weren't present / lacked involvement during their childhood.

And again!! I'm sure that Lakan & Ah-duo both would've loved to be more present during Mao Mao's & Jinshi's childhoods, but alas, they weren't able to due to the circumstances.

i guess it just something that comes with being born into the imperial family because (as it seems to me at least) people like Gaoshun, Basen and Suiren are more close to Jinshi than his actual family is.

so yeah. this is of course headcannons and all, but i rlly do believe that jinshi n mao mao as parents would really try and make their child's upbringing better than they had it themselves and that might be the sweetest trope ever js in general

slightly unrelated, but this got me thinking.. by the end of the LN, how will jinmao's relationship even end? dunno how much more volumes there's going to be, but im intrigued to see where it all eventually leads to. there is usually no romance tag tied to knh but these two's masochist's relationship is really the centerpiece of the show (for me at least)

[darthwhorecrux]

i'm sick YEAH THIS IS SELF-INDULGENT

475 words fluffy Shinji boy

You sneezed.

Once.

Then twice.

Then thrice.

Your boyfriend didn't give you the typical 'bless you," instead,

"Looks like someone's gotta bug," Shinji observed, brows furrowed together in concentration as he put two and two together, the constant sniffles and the congestion in your tone in addition to this, all adding up at once. How he hadn't noticed earlier, he didn't know.

"Nah." You waved a hand dismissively, smiling mischievously. "Just a cute guy somewhere talkin' about me."

"Spoiler alert." He grinned, winking. "I'm the cute guy talkin' bout ya."

"Fine by me," you mused, laying back in your shared bed.

"Seriously though." He crept forward, laying next to you and poking your face. "Yer sick, baby? Why didn't ya tell me?"

"I dunno." You shrugged. "I feel mostly fine. Just a little stuffed up, sore throat. It's not too bad. I'm surviving."

"Poor girl." He brushed stray hairs from your face, coddling you anyways. "I still wanna take care of ya. My baby's all sick. C'mere."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him, peppering kisses all along your face and head. He even kissed your runny nose with no concern for the consequences.

"You're just gonna get sick, Shinji," you chastised.

"Don't care." He pressed numerous kisses into the same spot against your temple, nuzzling his face against yours. "Just need ya ta get better. Ya have no idea how sad it makes me feel when my little doll isn't feeling well."

He snuggled you intentionally, and you thought then that you didn't really mind being a little sick, not if it meant you were going to get babied and coddled by your usually snarky boyfriend. Now that you knew his weakness, perhaps you'd milk this opportunity.

"M'so sleepy," you whined. "Won't you please play with my hair till I fall asleep?"

He began running his fingers through your locks before he even spoke. "Of course. Ya need any medicine before bed?"

"No," you shook your head against his chest, pressing a kiss there. "Just need you. Thanks for being so sweet to me." You smiled to yourself. Of course you knew he was sweet, but it meant extra to you, how soft he could be when you were a little more fragile than usual.

"Feel better, lovebug," he cooed, cradling your head in his hand.

His gentle brushing through your hair had done more than you anticipated, your eyes fluttering shut already, your lips struggling to form a response. His touch was magic, the antidote to the sickness you carried. Though it was hard to breathe as your nose dripped, you began to drift off with ease.

"Shinji?"

"Hm?"

"You're too good to me. I love you."

"Ya have no idea how I love you more..." were the last words that made it through before you began snoring against him.