#i made eleven goddamn videos

[squwhims]

Let's say I wanted to make multiple short videos talking about and rating the worst Joker Out outfits...

plz read tags because I like to over-explain 🥺

[kuumara]

ok lets go

usually the original post is alright and its the comments that are weird, but not this time. bc i could say the exact same thing ab mcdonalds, that they would be disappointed crying pissing screaming etc when they see s5. i personally think more ronaldmcdonaldasses should be ok with a byler endgame, but if i said this they would all cry piss scream shit

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yeah, he did say he's scared of losing her. but as the saying goes that you've prob seen from alot of other stuff, "if you love something you're not afraid to let it go". so idk ab u but mike saying that just confirms that the relationship is toxic and if it continues it might even turn into an emotionally abusive one, IMO (its a pattern- ur anxious the partner will leave, u start being more cautious around them; even turn into a whole another version of urself u think the partner will like more (mikes lenora drip), etc etc. very stressful for u (mike) and also ur partner (el)).

"he's clearly inlove with eleven" idk it wasnt really clear to me when she offensively side-eyed him at the cabin and then he rolled his eyes or wtvr that was, which was literally the last time they interacted. not really madly in love healthy relationship of them tbh. and its EL not goddamn eleven that alone speaks volumes ab how much they care ab her well-being or character arc or wtvr their other excuses are (they say mike leaving her would crush her, but so would if u called her eleven in her face)

"it would go against everything we've seen in the show" i agree with this one. except, byler not being canon would go against everything blablabla 🤓 like, we've seen this happen before with steve and robin, this would just be even more bombastic.

then, the show dunks on homophobes all the time so Macabre canon would go against that too; and yes, it would be homophobic to use a gay character's CONFESSION and FEELINGS THAT ARE ALREADY CAUSING HIM PAIN to uplift the straight couple, making them happy married with 17 kids while the gay character is in even more pain and like dies or smth

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holy shit i thought yall were exaggerating when u said they actually think mleven is love at first sight.

1) the duffers wouldnt "suddenly scrap it", ppl have been finding subtext and set design clues since the beginning, since ep1. no its not delusions, its stuff for which there isnt any other actual explanation. it all makes sense, every subtext reference, every set design prop, every decoration on clothes- theres even an official st video on yt where the set design says she put triangles on robins clothes bc shes gay asf. Guess who else has triangles on his shirt (which he wears for majority of the show, might i add)? MIKE -but that just means he likes girls!! just like robin, to shut down any theories the fans made ab him liking guys!!! hes a lesbian😭😭😭

2) im assuming these are hard core fans, since theyre still in the subreddit and all that, and i dont doubt theyve seen the stranger things twitter account say they don't believe in love at first sight. so the writers=write the show. don't believe in love at first sight, it's just cheesy (infatuated) 12yr old shit. so, why would they include smth they think isn't real, unrealistic even? except if they're saying mike and els love isn't real-

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alright final one. the classic "yall delusional" argument. Nothing else to say besides we are seeing patterns and we are recognizing them. not my fault ur not as observant and intelligent🙄

[five-miles-over]

Rambling about Tom Hiddleston to cure my writer's block

Okay...where do I begin with this?

To begin with, I love thee...with a depth and passion that I have never felt for anyone else in this life and if it astonishes you, it astonishes me as well.

Thank you, Mr. Hiddleston for introducing me to what is probably one of the most romantic things I've ever read and heard. A letter that I will consider as one of the most non-cheesy/schmaltzy and poetic love letters ever, something so beautiful that it can make a chubby, bespectacled cynic like me believe in true love.

Thank you for being open about your love of Shakespeare, and for talking about how Shakespearean plays have impacted you. Hearing you talk about the plays and literature you're passionate about will never get tiring.

Thank you for being a great example of how to show class and intelligence in the face of something as fickle as show business. Thank you for being living proof that being a genuinely nice person actually works, that even the smallest of good deeds can have an impact.

Thank you for making my friends' lives in high school a lot easier. IRL, I was friends with two Hiddlestoners (who also identified as Cumberbitches) and they were some of the coolest people I've ever known. I still remember being fourteen or fifteen years old when one of them took out their smartphone and showed me a video of Hiddleston dancing on Chatty Man, which was the first time I'd ever heard of somebody named Tom Hiddleston.

Speaking of which...thank you for blessing the internet with your love of dancing. Thank you for making me feel comfortable with dancing after I spent the first twenty years of my life absolutely despising it. Something about Hiddleston dancing just made me think, "If he can do it,...maybe I can give this a try. I'll try."

But watching Hiddleston dance also makes me imagine how in about eleven or twelve years, this guy could end up being a chaperone at his son's school dances/parties. Sorry, just had to get that one written down somewhere.

That aside, I really want to see Hiddleston do more movie/television roles. Not at the cost of his personal life, of course. That would be mean. I wish for more because he's talented. He has a way of embodying the characters that he chooses, be it Sir Thomas Sharpe, Jonathan Pine, or even a goddamn Jaguar villain that make them amazing to watch. He's someone who seems to enjoy the creative process behind telling a story/bringing a character to life. And he's more than capable and he's got range.

I want to see him play another villain, someone cold-blooded and ruthless, with Machiavellian tendencies. I want to see him in a romantic comedy, or at least a film in which he gets to fall in love and have a happy-ever-after, riding off into the sunset. I want to see him play the role that wins him his first-ever Oscar. And when he does win that Oscar, you can bet a million cups of tea that I'll be on my feet, applauding and cheering for him.

[apoptoses]

“Here is a secret little story he tells Daniel” please I’m STILL recovering from the Friday Night Riccardo feels and now THIS 😮‍💨 Amadeo getting drunk off his ass at the pub with Riccardo and having him be his first “real” kiss feels so true to both of them and what they meant to each other and how Armand has carried his memory to the present day by bringing up this story to his forever lover pleaaaase. I feel like you live in my brain because emotionally charged road trips? Life changing experiences with your twin flame on the road? The fact that every time I watch the MVs for Aerosmith’s Crazy and Arctic Monkeys’ Suck It And See I can only picture Armand and Daniel (tho Lestat is always the one doing the stripping scene in the Crazy strip club sequence). This feels like a prophecy fulfilled. And set during the PL era after their reunion? You’re a fucking GIFT 🥹 xoxo DA

Oh Dungeon Anon, how convenient that you show up just as I'm working on something relevant to your smutty interests!

Lestat stripping in the Crazy video is my new favorite thing, I'm obsessed. You know that man went to strip clubs while he was in his little glam rock band, got his band mates drunk and hopped on that pole at least once. With those tight leather pants and his vampire agility? He'd make the pros look like amateurs. Have you seen that video of the club with the 20 ft tall pole a woman goes down, gripping it with nothing but her thighs all the way to bottom? That. That is him, 100%.

But yes! Armand and Daniel! Fixing their issues, going over stories of lost love, making both of my test audience readers choke sob. You'll have it all! And you'll have this too, Vampire!Daniel getting it on via Armand biting his throat and filling his head with illusions while they're mind connected:

Yes, there it was, it was back. He was back in London-Venice-New York with a real cock inside him, Armand’s cock, that he was forced to keep so deep inside him he could barely thrust. All Armand could do was rub little maddening circles in him as he rolled his hips.

Daniel snuck his hand between them. Pressed down on his stomach and imagined he could feel Armand moving inside him, moaned when Armand caught up with his ideas and made it feel as though he really could. His cock bumped Daniel’s palm through the soft wall of his stomach over and over until he sobbed with it.

Armand wedged his hand in between their bodies too and toyed with his dick. He was soft. He was hard. He was so thirsty and so close to orgasm he was out of his head and shaking with it. Daniel rested his sweat soaked forehead on Armand’s shoulder, not caring that the blood would stain his shirt, and let himself go pliant as Armand jacked him off. 

In life he’d gone crazy when Armand had rubbed the sensitive skin below the tip of his dick. In death, in the illusion it was the same. A strangely warm thumb rubbing up and down until his muscles drew tight within him. He could hear the pound of Armand’s heart, the rush of his blood right beneath his mouth. He was like a bow with the string running from his mouth to his cock, overdrawn until he was ready to snap.

“Please, I can’t take it, please.”

Come, lover. Come for me.

Daniel’s hips stuttered uselessly into Armand’s hand. His fangs were buried in his shoulder before he could even finish his command.

As a mortal he’d been given the pleasure of coming and drinking from Armand in tandem hundreds of times. Every time he had thought this was it, it doesn’t get any better than this. As a mortal, he’d been so goddamned wrong. Armand’s illusion-memory-fantasy ratcheted the feeling of orgasm up to eleven. Into a full bodied thing that didn’t just involve his dick but every inch of him, that made his mouth prickle and burn as it pulsed through him. Each wave of it hit with each swallow of Armand’s blood until Daniel was flying with it.  Until his vision was gone and all he could see was liquid gold and red flowing through him, into his veins and under his skin.

Happy smutty Sunday! xoxo

[dinosrawr]

Why the HELL is this year hitting me so hard? Like. Weren't the other eleven months enough gut punches on their own? I just. I can't.

I've lost track of how many times I've cried today. It's hurt every year since 2008. But I guess this year it's just. Worse. (Hey Google, play What Hurts the Most by Rascal Flatts).

I JUST WANT A FAMILY, GODDAMN IT

I know I have kids. They don't count for this- this desperation in my heart.

Dependents don't hit the same way. They don't fill my stocking. They don't remember Nana's old recipe that she never wrote down. They can't reminisce with me about that one time I lost my favorite ring, just to find it a year later in the Christmas decoration box. They don't have baby shoe ornaments that say 1989 or the reindeer I made with fingerprints in 1st grade. They don't watch the football game just to remember "we don't even like the Lions, we should just play our own game" and insist everyone play tackle, trying to pretend like it doesn't happen every year the same way without fail. They don't have silly anecdotes and memories and nostalgia from Christmas 20 years ago.

I shouldn't be alone. I shouldn't have to know my friends are all with their parents and siblings, while knowing that mine don't even want me in their home. I shouldn't have to listen to the spouse talk to his mom for hours, reminding me that mine couldn't be bothered to even acknowledge her grandchildren with a card. It's not fair that when my kids think of their extended family, they will never think of mine.

It's not fair that I have to sit here and mourn people and traditions and nostalgic moments that are very much still alive. It hurts so fucking much to never be invited back home. Not. Once. To know you're not welcome by the people that raised you, grew up with you, shared their room, their darkest secrets, their nightmares with you. Those people weren't my just family, they were my home. They taught me to love Iron Man, Disney songs, pirate movies, hobbits carrying rings, keyblade video games, Little Ponies, lions in wardrobes, scrooges singing with muppets, wars in the stars. They made me who I am, through so much bad, but with so much good too.

And yet.

Here I am.

(On my own. Pretending they're beside me. Without me, their world will keep on turning. A world that's full of happiness that I will never know. I love them. But only on my own.)

Another year. Another December. Another blatant reminder that I don't have a family. Not because they're gone. But because they decided I was unlovable and unworthy.

And it doesn't matter how much my friends love me. It doesn't matter how much I love my kids. Neither group can fill the gaping wound in my heart created by being discarded. The friends, the kids, the spouse. I watch their mothers and siblings love them all year, and all year it hurts. But at Christmas, witnessing a love that I will never have is a dagger to my very core.

[bteezxyewriter12]

Undone

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 6.1k

Includes- nipple play, nipple rings, clit ring, fingering, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, cock riding, multiple orgasms, lots of fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine

@xuxibelle @delightfulmoonbanana

@tannie13

Gif Credit- @jung-koook

J POV

"Come on that is so fake!", I exclaim

"I mean maybe", Yoongi shrugs

I gape at him, "You're not serious. It's obviously forced. The moans and the sounds. No way that's real."

"Like I said I have no clue. But it might not be fake"

He's got to be shitting me

There's no way that real girls sound like that when they orgasm

I walked in on Yoongi watching porn in his room in the dorm

We're best friends and we never knock

Serves him right, he knew I was coming over

After making fun of him for ten minutes with him glaring at me, his face red, I told him to just play the video

"You want to watch porn with me?", he asked so surprised

"Why not? It's just a movie. It's not real"

That started a discussion on whether porn sex was good for the actors and if they really came

Especially the girls

It sounds like they're just playing it up and faking it

"The girls you've been with sound like that?", I snort

"Not exactly that loud but yeah they moaned"

Huh

Maybe he made girls moan like that but I doubt it's real in porn

"Do you sound like that when you cum?", he smirks at me

I feel my face turn red

How am I suppose to answer this?

How can I tell him that I never orgasmed before?

It just never happened and I had to fake it

Which is how I know that the majority of the girls are faking it in porn

I think it's just me

Something's off or wrong

"Jo?", he prompts

"I...uh...."

"Ha you sound just like them"

Yeah I do because I'm faking it

"No", I answer

"Then how do you sound?"

Why does he want to know this?

"I'll tell you, I sound kinda like the guys in porn. Just the low moans and grunting thing.", he volunteers

Yeah great that's going to be in my head now

Imagining him

I need to stop

I don't know when I fell in love with my best friend

No that's a lie

I know

It was when I was really young, like ten or eleven

When I realized that boys were cute and realized I wanted to kiss him like my parents kiss each other

I fell in love and have been since then

And I hate it

I hate that I stare at him when we hang out

I hate that I want to kiss him, that I want to be in his arms, that I want him

I hate it because he'll never feel like that for me and I'm just making myself miserable

It makes being around him awkward sometimes

And it hurts when he's fucking other girls

It's not his fault, he doesn't know how I feel

And I'll never tell him

He'll never let me live it down

"So? What about you?", he prods, poking my side

I feel myself getting upset because I don't know what to tell him

"Hey Jo, it's ok. You don't have to tell me. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable", he says softly

Goddamn now I made him feel bad

"You didn't Yoonie. It's just...", I trail off

"Just what?"

"I uh don't know how I sound", I answer flatly

"Oh so you're in that much pleasure that you don't listen to yourself?", he teases

I snort

I wish

"No"

He furrows his eyebrows

"Ok so what do you mean?"

"I mean....that I...uh....never uh came before"

Silence fills the room and I'm scared to look at him

But slowly I move my gaze to him

He looks completely and utterly surprised

"You never....but you had sex before"

I sigh, "Yeah Yoonie but it just never happened."

"Seriously? Not anyway?"

I shake my head

"No fingers, tongue, dick, nothing?"

"No Yoongi nothing ok?", I snap, "It's not like it didn't feel good because it did, I just never came. That's how I know some girls in porn fake it. Because I had to every single time."

"But...how? I don't....what?", he blabbers

I just shrug because what else can I do?

"I think I might be broken down there. Something's wrong. That's the only thing I can think of"

"Are you stupid?", he says loudly

Well maybe but still that stings

"There's nothing wrong with you"

That's sweet but he's wrong

I've slept with a few guys and none of them have made me cum

So it has to be me

I just shrug

"Do you wanna cum?"

What kind of question is that?

Of course I want to, I just can't

"Duh, no shit Yoonie"

Dumbass

But the next thing I know, Yoongi's lips are on mine in a fiery kiss

Oh fuck me

I move my mouth on his, his tongue licking my lip

Opening my mouth, he slips his tongue in, touching mine with his

I can't stop the moan that comes out or how wet my panties get

His kiss is that amazing

He pulls away, kissing my neck and I can't believe it's my best friend doing this

The best friend that I love more than anything

"I want to make you cum" he whispers in my ear sending chills down my spine

"Fuck", I whimper

"Please. I want to. I know you can"

I wish I could

"I can't Yoonie. It doesn't work"

I don't want him to try and just get upset when I can't

I have had it all before

I was fingered, eaten out, fingered while being eaten out, fucked in every position you can think of while my clit was played with

And I wasn't even close

I faked it because it was taking so long and I knew the guys were getting tired and frustrated

I don't want to do that with Yoongi

I don't want to fake it

"You can and I'll make you Jo. You can't fake it with me. I know how girls cum, I know when it's real and not"

Well that's great for him

He's made that many girls cum

Wonderful

"Yeah how do you know?", I question because I'm curious

"I know. The moans, the way the body moves. And the taste. Cum tastes different"

Well shit

That's a lot I didn't need to know about my best friend

"I can make you cum and I will. I'll show you there's nothing wrong with you. That's it's everything wrong with the guys you're with"

Fuck, I want him too

So much

I'm so in love with him and for him to be the one who makes me orgasm would be the best

But I'm scared and I tell him that

"Don't be scared Jo. You never have to be scared with me. You know that."

I nod because I do know that

Yeah we make fun of each other but I feel safe with him

I hope he feels safe with me too

"I want to make you feel so good Jo. Let me"

I bite my lip but nod

He smiles, kissing me again

And I just give in

He pulls me on his lap, his hands touching my body all over

Tremors run up my body and fuck me it feels good

Moving my arms around his neck, I kiss him, his tongue against mine, so happy to be in his arms

Happy that he's noticing me, even if it's just for a little while

His hands go under my shirt, his fingers touching my bare skin making me shiver

It feels so good

I feel my shirt being lifted and I move my arms from his neck for a second, then pull away from his lips so he can take my shirt off

When it's off, I take his off, crashing my lips back against his

He undoes my bra, peeling it from my body, dropping it somewhere

I immediately press my body against his, finally feeling his skin against mine

And God he feels so good, so soft, his skin hot against my cool skin

His lips move from mine to my neck, making me moan

"Yoongi"

He groans against my neck, kissing me all over, turning me on so much

He turns us, laying me on the bed, getting on top of me

His lips move from my neck down, pressing kisses to my collarbone, my chest and my breasts

He moves back, his hand groping my boob, eyes on them

"Goddamn your nipple rings are fucking hot"

Then his mouth goes around my nipple, sucking hard

"Oh fuck", I cry, my panties getting drenched even more

He bites on the ring, pulling and tugging on it, causing massive pleasure running through me

"Yoongi fuck"

He switches to my other nipples and as he plays with my ring, his hand moves down, slipping under my pants and panties

He pulls them down and I lift my ass up, making it easier for him

After everything is off, I start pulling his sweatpants and boxers off too

I need him naked

I need him

Pulling away he stands up and I lift my head, my mind exploding

Yoongi is naked

In front of me

He's kicking his pants and boxers off, his muscular chest and stomach on display for me to oogle

I move my gaze down and suck in a breath

His dick is fucking huge

Long and thick

And fucking hard, his slit crying cum

I made him hard

Holy shit

His eyes move back to me and he makes a choking sound, getting closer to me

"Fuck me you're even more perfect than I imagined", he breathes, running his hand up my stomach, between my breasts

Than he imagined?

He imagined me?

Like this?

Naked?

Christ I really like that

If only he knew how many times I imagined him naked

His eyes rake over my body but surprisingly I don't feel embarrassed

His eyes land between my legs and widen

"Clit ring?"

I nod, "Heard it was supposed to feel really good. I was desperate and thought I'd try it"

God I sound so pathetic

But I was desperate

It hurt like a bitch to get, I had to take care of it while it healed and it still did nothing for me

"And that didn't work either?"

I shake my head

"Shit you really were with idiots"

He kisses me hard, his hand opening my legs more

I wait in anticipation for him to do something

When I feel his fingers touch me, run up and down me, I moan so loudly at how good it feels

"Good girl", he whispers and fuck, I like him calling me that, "Nice and wet for me"

"Fuck Yoonie"

Laying next to me, his lips kiss my neck, softly licking and sucking, just adding to the pleasure

His fingers move to my clit and he moves them in circles causing massive pleasure to burst in my body

"Oh god"

"Feels good jagi?"

"Yes Yoonie. Oh fuck"

I'm also aware that he called me jagi

A nickname that he said he'd never call a girl

A name he made fun of so many times when he heard someone say it

He called me that

I'm shocked

His hand keeps moving, now pulling on my clit ring, causing so much bliss that I never felt from having someone play with the ring before

God he already has me more horny and feeling so much pleasure than anyone I've been with

And he's only touched me so far

His lips press against my shoulder and my collarbone as he slides his fingers inside

I immediately tighten on them, moaning loudly

"Mmmm so tight", he murmurs, moving his fingers in and out

"Oh fuck me", I moan from the pleasure

"I will jagi. Later", he teases

"God Yoonie"

I've been fingered before but goddamn I've never felt this much pleasure during it

Yoongi knows what he's doing

His fingers move around while he thrusts them in and out

They rub against a spot inside that makes stars burst in my vision

"Oh god, Yoongi!"

He laughs and it's so fucking hot

"Found it jagi"

He focuses his fingers there, rubbing against it and pressing down on it, driving me crazy

His mouth wraps around my nipple and he sucks slowly, getting faster with each suck

"SHIT!", I scream, my body arching off the bed

I don't think it could feel any better when he puts his thumb on my clit and plays with it while he fucks me with his fingers and sucks on my nipple

I feel pressure in my lower stomach and it keeps building and building

I've never felt this before

I feel like I'm going to explode

"Yyy...Yoongi", I stammer

"Yes jagi, c'mon", he murmurs, "Fall apart for me"

His fucking voice asking me that, is it

Unbelievable pleasure slams into me and I scream loudly as it takes over my body

"Good girl, my good girl", he praises

I can't stop squeezing his fingers so tightly

My god is this what an orgasm is?

I've been fucking missing out

When it's over, I feel so fucking tired

Pulling his fingers out, he moves lower and I feel something wet on me

My eyes snap down to see his tongue slowly lick me

Pleasure shoots through me again making me shake

He moans, actually moans as his tongue slides up and down

"You taste good", he says shocking the hell outta me

"Oh fuck Yoongi"

"You're pussy's so pretty baby"

Jesus christ

He kisses between my legs before using his tongue again

God, I knew he bragged about his tongue in his Agust D song but he was so right to brag

He's amazing with his tongue

"Such perfect pussy lips baby. And in between them, fuck, tastes so good"

I can't wrap it around my head that my best friend is telling me these things

That my best friend is eating me out

His tongue moves rapidly, swirling around and tracing around my entrance

I can't stop watching him

He's so into it and going hard, moaning and his hands squeezing me anywhere he can touch- thighs, hips, my sides, my breasts

He's going out of his way to make it so good for me

And I'm in so much pleasure I can't think

I can only feel

And I feel another orgasm coming and I want it so bad

It's like he knows because he says, "Cum for me jagi. I wanna taste you"

"Oh fuck YOONGI!", I yell, another orgasm crashing over me, feeling incredible

My legs shake around his head and I can't stop screaming

His moans turn me on so much, his tongue licking furiously

When it's over, I lay on the bed breathing hard

"Told you, you can cum"

My eyes snap down to him and he smirks at me from between my legs, my cum covering his mouth

God that sight alone can make me cum again

"Told you there's nothing wrong with you.", he says, licking again

He was fucking right

There isn't

He made me cum twice and I'm ready for more

He kisses my inner thigh, "First my fingers, now my tongue."

Fuck yes and I want to orgasm again

Now that I know what it's like I don't want to stop

But I want it with him

Only him

"You were just with idiots who didn't know what they were doing", he continues, sucking on my skin, leaving a dark purple mark

Fuck I want him to do more

Leave his marks all over my thighs, making me his

I want to be his so badly

"Idiots who didn't know how to please you"

I raise my eyebrows teasingly, "And you do?"

He looks up at me, stopping his sucking on my skin

"I know how to please a girl. But I'm learning how to please you", he answers

Jesus Christ

"I'm gonna learn everything you like and don't like", he says pressing a kiss to my thigh again, "And everything you like, I'm going to get perfect at it so I can fuck you good all the time"

Oh my fuck

That sounds amazing

And....it sounds like he wants to keep being with me

I hope so

I'm such a slut for him but I don't care

I want him so badly

"You want more?", he asks, licking between my lips, slowly, teasingly

"Yes", I cry

"More of my tongue?"

Oh fuck yes

I can't get enough of it

"Yes fuck, I want your tongue. Please"

"Ok baby girl. You sure you're gonna cum if I give you more?"

"Yes. Fuck yes I will", I promise

I just want his tongue on me

"Good girl"

He licks my clit and my body arches off the bed

"YES YOONGI!", I shout

"Fuck jagi, keep screaming my name. I love hearing it in your voice", he groans

Oh fuck I will

Not a problem

I watch his mouth close on my clit, sucking fast right away

Stars blind me as bliss takes over

I can't tear my eyes from him, from him, licking my clit then sucking it back in his mouth, his eyes closed, moaning as if he loves it

As if he's being pleasured

Oh my god, he is so fucking hot

I had no clue my best friend was so good at eating pussy.

He bites on my ring and tugs it, making my vision turn white in pure pleasure

"Oh fuck Yoongi"

His tongue and mouth keep playing with the ring, driving me insane and again I can't think

I just want him

He moves his tongue, sliding it down and slipping inside me

He licks inside then drags his tongue out and up along my clit

And it makes my body go crazy

"Oh my god Yoongi, again. Do it again!", I plead

He does and it's bringing me closer

He fucks his tongue into me and my hand plunges in his black hair, pulling, my hips moving up into his face

"Keep doing that princess. I fucking love it"

Fuck

"Fuck me jagi you're pussy smells so fucking good, is driving me insane"

Oh god

He sucks my clit again, then goes back in, his tongue fucking me so good

"YOONGI, YOONGI, FUCK, YOONGI", I cry, coming and fucking his face harder

"Fuck you're the best thing I ever tasted. So good, so thick and creamy. I love it"

My eyes snap down to him, watching him eat my cum, swallowing over and over, thrusting his tongue back in again and again

He's fucking insane

And I want more of him

Always want just him

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

Yoongi POV

"Good girl", I say, moving away from her

My god, she tastes so fucking good

I knew she would and now I know I'm going to want her all the time

It's going to kill me

Moving on my knees, I grip her hips, lifting her slightly off the bed

"Yoongi?"

I look up at her, smirking, "I'm not done with you jagi"

She moans softly, turning me on more

"Now you're going to cum on my cock"

"Jesus Yoongi"

"With just my cock. I'm not going to touch you anywhere, just pound your little cunt hard. I'm going to show you that you can cum just from fucking"

She bites her lips, her eyes wide with want

She's so beautiful, I wish she was mine

"Ok baby girl?"

"Ok"

"And guess what?", I ask

"Www....what?"

"My cock's going make you cum over and over until your pussy is numb."

She moans loudly, nodding her head

I lean closer to her, whispering in her ear, "Then you're going to cum again until I say you can stop"

"Yyy...yes Yoongi"

"Good girl"

I'm so fucking hard it hurts and I need to be in her right now

But I don't want to use a condom

I want to feel her

"Can.... can I go in?", I ask

She raises her eyebrow, "Uh isn't that what sex is?"

"Yeah but I don't want to uh use a condom", I finish the sentence quickly

"Oh, I didn't even think of that"

Is that good?

"I swear Jo, I use a condom with every girl I've ever slept with. I swear I don't have anything-"

"Oh c'mon Yoongi, I know you don't have anything. Stop it"

"I..I just want....", I stop, getting shy and nervous

Why can't I tell her what I want without turning into a blubbering idiot?

"Want what naekkeo?"

My head snaps up at hearing her call me naekkeo

I fucking love it

She just smiles at me

"I just want to feel you"

Her smile gets wider, "Good naekkeo because I want to feel you too"

I don't waste any more time

"Let's get you coming on my cock princess", I tell her

Getting my head in, I push inside slowly, listening to her moan loudly, her eyes closed, pleasure all over her face

Jesus Christ, she's so tight

I'm only half way in and I can fucking cum right now

"More Yoongi", she cries

I continue to slide in, feeling her get even more drenched, soaking my cock as her pussy holds on tight to me, watching her slit stretch around my length the more I go in

And inside?

Fuck she opens just enough for me to slide in, her cunt clinging to me nice and tight

"Good girl, opening up for me so well baby", I praise her

I finally get all in, shaking from how good she feels

"Fuck Yoongi. You...so...fuck....good

...hard.....fucking huge", she stammers

"Yeah? Like my cock in you?"

She nods her head fast, "Love it"

I'm happy

I want her to like my cock

Maybe she won't want to stop sleeping with me if it feels good

I love her more than anything

I'm so in love it's ridiculous

I have been since I realized that girls don't have cooties

At ten, I realized how pretty she was, how much I liked how she looked, how much I loved being around her

And I fell in love

I've only loved her my whole life

She's been there for me since we were three and met at the park

We'd only play together everyday and our moms eventually became friends

She was there for me, supported me with music since I started and did anything to help me

She was there from the beginning of BTS, moving to Seoul to be close to me in case I needed anything

I'm completely in love

But I'll never tell her

She'd never want me

Not with my career

Endlessly busy days, performances, practices, events, recordings, writing music, girls fawning over me all the time

And the tours, when I'm gone for months

She wouldn't want that

She needs someone who'll be here for her when she needs him

It can't be me

Not now anyway

So I'll just take being with her right now and be happy

I pull out halfway, then thrust back inside

"Yes Yoongi", she cries

God, I fucking love her yelling my name

I've wanted to hear her scream it for years

Slamming her cunt, pleasure takes over as she throbs on my cock over and over

She's fucking perfect

"God your pussy is perfect", I whimper, "So tight for me. So wet"

Whimpering, she looks at me with her beautiful brown eyes and I fall into them

I can get lost in her eyes all day

I've written so many lyrics about her eyes

About her smile

Those songs will never see the light of day

"Yoongi, you feel so good baby", she moans

"Yeah jagi? I wanna be good for you"

"You are Yoongi, you are. You're perfect"

Fuck, hearing that makes me happy

Even if she's just saying it in the moment

"You feel so good Jo. The best I ever been with"

"You're kidding", she asks, looking at me confused

"No jagi, I'm not", I answer, kissing her, "You are the best princess"

Thrusting over and over she pulses harder around me

"Fuck yes. Gonna cum jagi?"

"Yyy...yes...fuck Yoongi, yes baby"

God I want to feel it so much

I felt it on my fingers and tongue and I'm so excited for her to cum on my cock

"Cum for me baby. I wanna watch you", I moan

"Yoongi"

"I'll make you jagi. Don't worry ok. You're going to cum with me"

She nods and I increase my speed to get her closer

"Yyy....YOONGI fuck Yoongi, I'm coming! I'm coming! YOONGI I'M COMING!"

Oh fuck yes

"Yeah baby, shake for me", I whisper

She gets incredibly tight, like I've never felt anyone else get before and I feel her cum all over my cock

Pleasure slams into me and I have to consciously hold myself up to keep from falling on her

"YOONGI fuck baby, oh my god!", she screams, her hands in her hair, her chest heaving from screaming, her body shaking from pleasure

"Good princess. Want another one?", I ask when she finishes and I can think again

"Yes Yoongi, yes, please Yoongi. I love coming on you. I want to again. Please"

Fuck me

Her begging just got me so turned on

I slam her pussy once

"Oh yeah? Like coming on me?"

She nods, "Yes"

Another slam

"Feels good right? Coming on a hard cock?"

"Fuck yes. I don't want you to leave Yoongi. Stay inside me"

Jesus, I want that

I want to stay, I love being inside

Giving her another pound, she moans and I tell her, "Well if I'm going to stay, you're going to have to cum more"

"I will! I promise! I will!"

"Ok baby"

Moving her legs, I push them to her chest and mercilessly pound into her perfect cunt

"Yes!", she cries

Fuck just watching her in so much pleasure, knowing that I'm giving it to her is fucking amazing

I thrust into her spot and she screams loudly

"Got it baby"

Looking down, I see her lower stomach jumping up and down

I realize that it's my cock deep inside her making her stomach jump

I'm in that deep

"Hold your leg jagi", I tell her, mesmerized by her stomach

She holds one of them and I move my hand to her stomach, feeling my cock move in her

I whimper from feeling it

"Yyy...Yoongi", she moans, "What...what-"

I take her hand off her leg and put it on her stomach

"Feel that baby girl?"

She nods, confused

"That's my cock inside you. I'm fucking you so deeply, you can feel me here"

"Fuck", she moans, pressing harder on her stomach

"Ddd..don't stop Yoongi. I want it. I want to feel you"

"I won't stop jagi", I promise her

Holding her legs again, I watch her close her eyes, her bottom lip in her teeth and her hand on her stomach

Fuck me she's such a turn on

Her cunt clenches me over and over and I know she's gonna cum

She's right there

Pounding in her again, she screams, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum on your cock Yoongi!"

"Yes jagi. Make a mess on my cock"

"FUCK YOONGI!", she screams

God, she feels amazing, my god I've never felt such pleasure in my life

"Good girl, look at you creaming my cock again. Doing such a good job. Such a good princess for me"

She only moans, her hand twisting in my sheets

"I want more baby. I want your pretty cream soaking my cock", I demand as I fuck her through her orgasm

"Fuck Yoongi more! Wreck me!", she shouts

Oh fuck yes

Thank god she likes it hard and rough too

And that she can take it

"Oh don't worry jagi. I'm going to ruin you so fucking good."

I pull out, flipping her on all fours, opening her legs.

I plunge back inside her tight hole, groaning at how she opens around me

And how tight her grip is on me

"Fuck me Yoongi! I want you!"

Pounding inside against her spot, she screams

God she's already ready to cum

"So close already baby", I tell her, pounding her roughly

"Mmmm", she whimpers

God I want it now

"Gimme jagi. Gimme your orgasm. Gimme your cream baby."

"Fuck Yoongi"

I slam harder right into her spot over and over

"Please baby. You're cream looks so pretty on my cock"

"Jesus Yoongi!"

"Now!"

She screams and I watch her cum flow onto my cock

More and more covers me as I move in and out

When she finishes, I pull out because I'm gonna cum and I don't want to yet

I lay back, calming myself down

"Yoongi?"

"Give... give me a second jagi?"

She comes over to me, looking worried

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah jagi", I breathe, "I just...I was gonna cum but I don't want to"

"Why not? Is..is there something wrong with me? Down there?"

My gaze snaps to hers

"What? No jagi. Of course not baby. I just want to give you more and I can't cum if I wanna do that"

Relief fills her eyes

Did she really think I wouldn't want to cum inside her?

That's so far from the truth

It's insane

"Are you ok now?", she asks

I nod

I'm good for now

She moves closer to me, kissing my lips and I melt against her

She climbs on top of me and whispers, "Wanna ride you baby"

I gape at her, "You uh you do?"

She nods, "Your cock is perfect for riding"

Again I'm dumbfounded that my best friend is saying this to me

Then again I said a whole bunch of things to her that probably shocked her

"Plus I'm told I'm really good at it and I want to do it to you. So much"

"Yes jagi, please. I want you"

"I want you to baby"

I feel her hold my cock up and while she hovers over me I watch her juice drip all over me

She's so wet again and I swallow hard watching it

She gets me in, sliding down my length slowly

"Fuck", I cry, closing my eyes hard

Bottoming me out she actually shivers on me making me open my eyes

Her gorgeous eyes are looking at me and love for her swells in my heart

She holds onto my arms and moves up and down quickly

"Oh fuck", I whisper, watching her fuck me, mesmerized by the way she moves on me

She rotates her hips, getting my head right against her spot, then fucking herself on my cock

"Yes baby girl. Fuck you're so pretty on my cock"

"Mmm wanna be pretty for you", she moans, her eyes closed

I need to touch her

My hands move on her stomach, feeling the sweat on her, watching her

My eyes move down, to her pussy fucking me

"Fuck baby", I whisper, touching her

"You're pretty pussy looks so good impaled on my cock"

"Mmm"

"You're pretty swollen lips around me, so fucking perfect."

I can't stop staring at her

I want to suck on her skin

Leave my hickies all over her, not just the one on her thigh

I sit up, holding on to her, sucking right on her chest

"Can I princess? I want to mark you as mine"

"Yes Yoongi. Yes"

She keeps bouncing on me as I kiss her chest, her neck, her breasts, leaving my marks all over her

Everyone is going to know she's mine

Everyone

"Yoongi", she pants harder

"Yeah jagi, almost?"

She nods

"Yes baby, fall apart on my cock", I urge her

I take her nipple in my mouth and suck hard

"YOONGI! Fuck YOONGI!", she yells as she orgasms

Her body shakes in my arms and I hold her against me feeling her

God it feels incredible

"Yes baby, fuck.", I moan, kissing her everywhere I can, "Feels so good jagi."

"Uh huh", she whimpers, rocking on me

"Fuck Jo, I love you", I say without realizing what came out

Until a second later

Oh my god, I told her I love her

She's never going to feel the sa-

"I love you Yoongi", she says, then presses her lips against mine

I kiss her back, deepening it and I know

She loves me

Like I love her

To say I'm overjoyed is an understatement

Wrapping one arm around her back, I turn us so I'm on top of her

I look down at her and fuck, I see the love in her eyes

"I love you so much", I whisper

"I love you so much too Yoongi"

She pulls me back to her in a kiss

I put all my love in that kiss so she knows I really do love her

When it ends, she whispers in my ear, "Come back baby. I want you"

I groan loudly, wrapping her legs around my hips, sliding back inside

Back to her tight, warm, wet pussy

Back to where I belong

I start moving, in and out, slower than before and she moves her hips up too, making me go deeper

Leaning my forehead on hers, we look in each other's eyes

"Mine?", I ask

"Yours", she answers, "Always yours"

I feel so relieved that she's mine now

That I don't have to be constantly scared that she's going to tell me she has another boyfriend

I will make time for her

I'll take her on tours with me

I'll take her everywhere with me

We'll figure everything out

Because I'll do anything for her

"Mine?", she asks

"Always jagi", I answer immediately

She kisses me gently, the kiss full of love

I kiss her back, taking her hand and lacing our fingers together

She's mine

Thrusting inside again, her body arches and she kisses me more urgently when she cums

Moaning against her lips, I take all the pleasure she gives me

It's fucking pure bliss and I cum inside her

"Jagi, Joanne fuck", I moan, feeling her milk my cock for all my cum

God I've never been in this much pleasure before

Never felt loved like she's making me feel

I move to get off her but her arms wrap around me, keeping me on her

"Stay naekkeo", she whispers

My heart bursts in happiness hearing her call me that nickname again

"I wanna hold you naekkeo", she whispers, her fingers running in my hair, her other hand rubbing my back

"Is this really happening?", I ask, "Are you really mine?"

I want to know if it's real

Or if it's something she said in the heat of the moment

"It's real Yoongi. I love you so much. For so long. Since I was ten and realized I wanted to kiss you like my parents kissed each other. You're the only one I ever truly wanted to be with. I just thought you didn't see me that way"

She is so wrong

"Joanne I love you. Since I was ten and realized girls didn't have cooties and how beautiful you are. I thought you'd never see me like that. Never want to be with an idol because of how busy I always am"

"No naekkeo", she says, taking my hand, kissing the back of it, holding on, "I don't care about how busy you are as long as I get to have some time with you. As long as I get to be with you. We can figure everything out together ok? You have always been everything to me and you always will."

Lifting my head up, I look in her gorgeous brown eyes, "You are my everything Jo. I promise I'll make time for you. I've loved you all my life and I swear it's not going to change"

She smiles taking my breath away

"I love you"

"I love you", I answer, pressing my lips against her, feeling her kiss me back

I still can't believe I got her

I'm so fucking happy

Laying back down on her chest, she kisses my forehead, holding me tightly

I smile so happy I took the chance and kissed her

Everything was fucking amazing

"Jagi?"

"Yeah baby?"

"You like coming?", I tease

"Oh shush Yoonie"

"Do you?"

"Yes because it's with you dummy"

I laugh feeling her chest shake while she giggles

"I'm glad baby"

"Me too", she agrees

"Now you just gotta learn to squirt"

"Yoongi!", she exclaims, smacking my shoulder lightly

"Don't worry baby, I'll make you"

She snorts, "I know you will. You're fucking amazing at sex"

Oh damn

She's the only one whose made me ridiculously happy hearing that

"So are you jagi. So fucking sexy baby"

"Oh shush", she laughs

We lay together in silence for a few minutes, just hugging and holding each other

"What do you wanna do now naekkeo?"

"Sleep jagi"

She laughs, "A famous Min, Yoongi nap?"

"Yes with my baby this time. Then when we wake up, I'm gonna fuck you so good again"

"Shit Yoonie"

"Want it baby?"

"Always from you"

I just smile

She kisses my forehead again, her arms tightening around me

It feels so good to finally be in her arms

Closing my eyes, I'm incredibly happy

[moonflowerdamie]

i’ve just finished vol 1 of stranger things and i’m gonna rant about my thoughts so:

⚠️SPOILERS FOR STRANGER THINGS⚠️

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holy shit it was incredible! the vibe, the plot, the characters, all *chefs kiss* perfection. it was all amazing tbh, but i’m just gonna talk about my personal favourite things from the season.

• ep 4–‘dear billy’:

holy mother of god this episode. this fucking episode. possibly the best stranger things episode ever, if i’m honest. max’s storyline this season was brilliant, dealing with the loss of her abuser/brother, high school, a fading friend group—it was a dark twist for the character, but one that felt gritty in such a natural way. billy didn’t get a redemption arc (thank god) but max still dealt with the loss in a very real, very raw way that felt so genuine—big pat on the back for the duffer brothers there.

this episode, though. we got to see max’s true feelings; her isolation, her grief, her suicidal thoughts and feelings. it was a real exploration of her character that made me love her all the more.

and i can’t not talk about that end scene. holy. fucking. shit. the cinematography, the song choice, the way it swelled as max rose from the ground, the tension, the suspense, the goddamn flashbacks. all of it was just fucking breathtaking. i was crying and shaking the whole time. max’s determination to get back to her family, the way she collapses in lucas’s arms. absolutely the best scene in stranger things history, and one of my favourite scenes of all time in anything ever. chills. every time. and sadie sink deserves all the awards for her performance, i’ll stand by that. icon behaviour.

• the vecna/001 storyline:

this had me gripped from the start. honestly, i was so intrigued the whole time—and it was played out incredibly well.

from the first scene making us think eleven killed those kids, to the big reveal that 001 had been behind it all along, to eleven blasting him into the upside down and creating vecna. phew. was on the edge of my seat from the start.

it also makes sense in a way that’s not too perfect, but just perfect enough. it’s a reason for all previous seasons, a perfect storm. it felt like the stuff of epics, the final enemy, the final battle. mwah, i loved it.

• eddie, steve and dustin:

i loved them this season. best boys 4 life.

we got the steve and dustin best bros dynamic back, plus seeing how much they mean to each other through eddie coming between them. perfection. i love those little doofuses.

and eddie himself was great. brilliant character, comedic and interesting. good job joe quinn.

•lumax:

i’d never really hated or loved this ship before season 4. i mean, it was kinda cute, but i never got all the hype surrounding it. now, i think i do.

their angst this season was just 😤. the way you can so clearly see that they still care for each other, the way they still need each other. lucas being max’s safe haven. max being the one lucas is vulnerable around. amazing, spectacular. it’s clear they love each other, they just need to figure some stuff out first. my second fav ship of the season.

and here we go, my favourite thing from stranger things season 4 vol 1:

• RONANCE!!!!

oh. my. god. these two stole the show for me.

their dynamic was just immaculate the whole way through—from bickering strangers to grudging allies to genuine friendship. it was exactly what i imagined for them and natalia and maya played it so well. their scenes were honestly my favourite. and whilst i love them as friends, i’m a feral ronance shipper—and lemme tell you, i was FED.

firstly, robin tells steve in the video store that she rambles around the girls she likes. cut to robin talking non-stop around nancy in the library. ROBIN I KNOW UR SECRET BABE.

then, we see tammy thompson (finally), who could be a carbon copy of nancy wheeler, from the style down to the heart eyes for steve. SHIT robin, do you have a type—popular pretty girl who falls for the preppy pretty boy? just admit you like nancy already oh my god.

robin’s obsession with having nancy like her?? the fucking lesbianism of it! like, wanting this other girl so desperately to think you’re cool that you end up being so annoying she has to shut you up with mystery and monsters? the gay agenda. needing to be her friend but you don’t know why until—oh shit, that’s why.

the way they just complete each other!!! they bounce off each other so easily, coming up with all the plans and the genius ideas and basically saving the whole group together. the way they play off each other in the asylum, convincing the guy to let them see victor (and holy shit the way nancy looks at robin during her speech). they save max’s life together, and are the only reason the group can save themselves from vecna and i just think that’s neat.

finally, to address the stancy plot line. it’s clear the duffers are trying to make it seem like steve and nancy will get back together, and who knows, maybe they will. but i think (i hope) the duffers are smarter than that.

nancy and steve are the characters who have had the most development over the course of the show. they’ve both grown into themselves, become different and better people. and to have them get back together would completely defeat their respective arcs. i can see them being good friends, but i don’t think they’d realistically work as a couple again.

for one reason, it was made clear in nancy’s vecna vision that her biggest fear, the thing that haunts her most, is that she killed barb, that barb died because she slept with steve. that shit still fucks with 3 years later. and i think she’ll always associate that guilt with him, no matter what. i don’t think she’ll move past that enough to have a healthy relationship with him.

for another, steve clearly doesn’t know what he wants—and i think he needs to figure that out on his own. he’s desperate for love, that’s obvious, and he’s latched onto nancy because she’s his ex who’s showing interest. i think he needs to come into himself a little more before he thinks of trying a relationship.

finally, it’d be pretty cruel of the duffer brothers to have nancy do what she did to steve with jonathan to jonathan with steve. it’d be unoriginal and disappointing, and it wouldn’t really make sense. at least have nancy and jonathan break up officially first, you know?

so no, i don’t think steve and nancy will get back together. and i also think jonathan and nancy will break up when she realises they don’t need each other anymore. they were trauma-bonded, that’s true, but she’s doing well on her own, and they want to take separate paths in life. so that leaves nancy a single pringle.

and who’s right there with her? robin motherfucking buckley.

robin, who annoyed the shit out of her at first, who is frustratingly clever and infuriatingly funny. robin, who saved max’s life, who tried to help nancy, unselfishly, with her love life when they barely even knew each other. robin, who’s become the closest thing she has to a friend since barb.

robin, who i think is gonna save her life.

last time we saw nancy, she was under vecna’s curse. and we all know the only way to break the trance is to play that person’s favourite song. and sure, steve might know it and that’ll be that, but what if he doesn’t? what if he can’t save her?

robin will step in. we saw her routing through nancy’s draws in her room, and we saw her holding some of nancy’s tapes. i don’t think that was a coincidence. i think robin knows nancy’s favourite song and is going to save her life with it.

and boom. just like that, robin stops being the annoying new friend. robin becomes the life-saver, the ally, the rock in the middle of the hurricane. and nancy starts to fall for her.

but what do i know, eh?

anyways, those are my thoughts on season 4 volume 1!!!! i’d love to hear yours—just send me an ask, some of your ideas about what’s gonna happen in vol 2, what your thoughts about the first volume are—love you guys :)

[andhumanslovedstories]

Hi there, do you exist in the world and have a lot of time on your hands, but also can’t stand the sound of your own thoughts? May I recommend Drawfee, a youtube comedy drawing show which has been the background sound of my life for about two years now. I realize my pitch that hey, it’s better than literal silence, may not sound super compelling so I’ll elaborate: it is a funny and extremely chill show with people who like each other talking while they do art. Fantastic. Exquisite. Feel like a silent fifth party eavesdropping on some people having fun.

Anyway if like me you are constantly looking for online content that gently releases sweet good vibe chemicals in your brain, here’s a shitload of episodes I like. They’re all about 20-40 mins long. Stars next to the ones I particularly like, but I feel like that’s gonna tell you more about me than about drawfee.

*Artists Draw Themselves Into Their Favorite Anime (Speed draw where everyone’s art is very good but frankly we all get distracted because we have to talk about Julia’s wild flex)

Scooby-Doo Drawing Challenge (ft. Simone from Polygon) (you know, scooby doo! like from that episode of supernatural. Simone is great and Nathan could not be more delighted by the art.)

Professional Artists Redraw Their Old Art (Speed draw ft the phrase “Mid-2000s hetero nonsense”)

Impossible Coloring Challenge (art but make it bullying)

Artists Draw Urban Fantasy D&D Characters (ft. Brennan Lee Mulligan) (an Unsleeping City themed episode. A powerful bard is made this day.)

*Artists Draw Their Fursonas (speed draw. This episode made me want a fursona so goddamn bad)

Turning Animals Into Original Characters Challenge (just an extremely chill hangout episode)

*Drawing Dungeons & Dragons Cats (an entire episode that’s about the tv show Columbo)

Drawing Backgrounds For Video Calls (another chill hangout video that features my husband Kaiba)

Professional Artists Redraw Their Childhood Art (Speed draw. Full Moonpaw comic reboot and relaunch when)

Drawing Thomas the Tank Engine Original Characters (body horror. car body horror.)

The Hottest New Board Game (ft. McElroy Brothers) (the first episode I saw! Monster factory energy except the character creator is just two other people drawing)

*Artists Draw Gigantamax Pokémon From Memory (look, the way Julia says “laser eyyyyyyyes” in the beginning is all I’m thinking about 24/7.)

Artists Draw Kaiba in Different Styles (when I was younger I used to walk around and listen to “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” and “In The End” on repeat because those were my Kaiba songs. I also had an elaborate plot line where he was begging crushed under a boulder and no one could get him out so he was just endlessly suffering. I was 11 and I knew what I wanted my favorite characters to experience. Anyway, speed draw episode.)

Artists Draw MORE Disney Characters As Dark Souls Bosses (boy I wish I could say I’m recommending this for a reason that isn’t “in depth exploration of Gaston/lefou oviposition” but I’m not here to lie to you)

Knock-Off Pokémon Based On Food (look anytime they talk like Joey Wheeler, it’s a good episode.)

Dungeons & Dragons & DRAWING | Drawga Episode 1 (ayyyyyyy plot! Come get ya plot over here! If you want drawings with story. Or if you like Naddpod and you’re like “I want that but only with Caldwell and also Tonathan Tinkle, and also I want to see faces as they talk.” Ten episodes in total. Elyse Willems and Rekha Shenkar are the funniest guests alive.)

Drawtectives: Episode 1 (ayyyyyyyy plot! Come get ya plot part 2 murder mystery edition!! But also friendship? And half orc feet pics? Eleven episodes.)

[journey-to-the-attic]

since tomorrow is Christmas I wanted to ask, how would the JTTA cast celebrate the holidays?? :D

anyway happy christmas dear author <3 I really hope you are having an amazing day :DD

ahhh sorry i started writing a response and then saved it to my drafts and totally forgot about it

but anyway! thank you and merry (late) christmas to you too, and a happy new year!!! i'll put a couple of notes about a post-jtta christmas under the cut ^^

there's no lead up, ik just looks at her d.d.d. one day and goes 'oh hey it's christmas!'

and (in the jtta version of the devildom), none of the demons have a goddamn clue what christmas is, so ik has to explain it to them

and they are not very enthusiastic about the concept

i mean, xmas traditionally celebrates the birth of GOD'S son, and we all know those demons do not like god

at some point diavolo gets his hands on like this old-fashioned vhs video telling the nativity story - the sort of thing teachers would show to five year olds to 'teach them the meaning of christmas''

satan is intrigued by the history aspect of it and the logistics of a virgin getting pregnant, and asmo seems to have a crush on the guy playing joseph, but other than that everyone else hates the experience

but then ik's like: "the xmas story is weird but it'd be kind of nice to celebrate it, but if you guys don't— beel where are you doing"

beel, sprinting out of the house of lamentation: "I'M GOING TO FIND A CHRISTMAS TREE"

he ends up bringing back this eleven foot tall tree with leaves sort of resembling a pine, with the right sort of spread out branches for decorating

the purgatory hall folk come over to help decorate it and it takes literally two hours

diavolo enlists the help of the little ds and brings over like three full crates of various christmassy decorations they found in the castle, for some reason

(the theory is that a previous ruler of the devildom left them there)

luke and ik are sitting around the base while diavolo, beel and lucifer are in charge of the top levels, and everyone else just kind of has to find room in between

mephisto somehow hears about this decorating business and arrives at the house of lamentation to suggest hanging a giant ornament shaped like his face on the tree

ik agrees before anyone can stop her, with the further suggestion that bauble-mephisto should be hung above the dining table

mephisto LOVES this and goes to do this immediately

everyone else? not so much. but this is the hardest they've seen ik laugh at anything in a while, so in the end they just let it slide

so now bauble-mephisto is staring down at everyone as they tuck into the sort-of christmas dinner that luke, barbatos, ik and simeon have all hurriedly slapped together

it's not really a traditional christmas dinner - it's a mixture of celestial realm and devildom-style dishes, a range of signature sweets from barbatos and simeon, this GIANT chocolate cake that's taller than both of the beings that made it (ik and luke), and a mixture of human world cuisine that ik's just picked out at random

nearly nothing from a traditional western christmas dinner is here - apart from, inexplicably, a bowl of brussels sprouts

mephisto eats them all because no one else will touch them and he enjoys the 'respectfully, what the fuck' looks he gets from everyone else

(ik invited mephisto to stay for the celebration and he agreed immediately, because of course he did)

(several of the others disagreed with this decision but, since they're mainly doing this whole christmas for ik, they opt to let him stay. ik wouldn't invite him in the first place if she didn't enjoy his company, after all)

this whole mini christmas thing happened too short notice for anyone to get gifts ready, which solomon seems a little worried about

he hasn't been in close enough quarters to human society for so long that he hasn't really celebrated a modern christmas before, but what he does know is that there are meant to be presents

he brings this up, and the little exchange that ensues is so cliche but also so so so earnestly sweet (and heartbreaking) that several of the others straight up start crying

ik: "it's fine, you don't need to get anything for me."

solomon: "are you sure? i could run out and get something, it's a special occasion—"

ik: "i'm sure! i think everyone being here to celebrate is a good enough present already :)"

(the :) isn't just her expression, it's part of the WAY she says it)

anyway diavolo, luke, simeon and mammon are now in tears

but you know these jtta pals!!! can't be emotional for too long before devolving into crack

for example: satan and ik spend like forty minutes sitting by the fireplace and cackling furiously with each other, and at first everyone thinks they're planning some kind of trick, but then it turns out that they're just taking it in turns to compose the lines of a stupid christmas poem

here's the first verse:

'tis the night before christmas, and all through the house ten bombardier beetles are hunting a mouse hear the patter of his feet, but then a harsh SNAP oh no! his leg is caught in a mouse trap!

it only gets more ridiculous from there

at one point mephisto pulls this giant christmas cracker out of nowhere and gets diavolo and lucifer to pull it together

it comes apart with a caterwauling wooooooOOOOAOAOAOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, accompanied by a large cloud of purple smoke

then everyone realises that mephisto's the one going wooooooOOOOAOAOAOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and making the smoke with magic

(the 'christmas cracker' is just a bunch of tinsel and colourful paper that mephisto stole and tied together)

okay i think there was something else i was going to mention but i've forgotten what it was

so i guess that's all ^^;

[fruitcoops]

I was watching this video w Megan Rapinoe & Sue Bird (tumblr won’t let me link but it’s from 2 days ago on GQ- they ask each other questions but it’s like quiz style?) and didn’t know if you would want to do something similar for coops? Some of the stuff they said/how they acted reminded me of coops’ dynamic

Anon, this video was the perfect way to spend an evening. Both these women are my role models and they’re unbelievably cute together--go check out the video here if you have the chance! Their dynamic is a lot like how I imagine Coops, too! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

“Hey, Lions, we’re back!” Sirius waved at the camera and tapped a short stack on notecards on his thighs. “I’m Captain Sirius Black of the Gryffindor Lions and I’m here with my fiancé, Remus Lupin, to do another couple game.”

“The response to our last few interviews was incredible and we had a great time,” Remus continued. “Miss Marlene McKinnon was kind enough to drag us back in here to answer even more questions!”

“Do you want to go first?”

“Sure.” Remus cleared his throat and pulled the first card. “What are my parents’ first names?”

“Hope and Lyall.”

“Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. What’s my hidden talent?”

“You can sing.”

“Does that count? I feel like most people know that now.”

“Hmm.” Sirius thought for a moment, drumming his fingers on his knees. “You can cook really well.”

“Thank you, baby. What’s my favorite accessory?”

Sirius brightened. “Your watch!”

“Yes!” Remus held it up to the camera—it was simple and elegant, with a leather band and a small face. He wore it with the clock against the inside of his wrist, just above his pulse point. “What is my dream travel destination or vacation?”

“Oh, that’s tough.” Sirius bit his lip in thought. “Seattle? Paris?”

“I do want to go to Seattle, but I’ve always wanted to go to Montreal,” Remus said. “You’ve seen my hometown, but I’ve never been to yours.”

Sirius frowned. “Really?”

“Really. What am I most afraid of?”

“I think…I think you’re most afraid of not being useful,” Sirius said after a moment. “For six years, your job was all about helping people, and it’s not now.”

Remus raised his eyebrows at the camera. “I was going to say the dentist’s office. Goddamn.”

“Sorry,” Sirius laughed. “Yeah, you don’t like medical facilities.”

“I mean, you weren’t wrong about the useful thing,” Remus said. “You still get a point for that. What’s my favorite music, song, or artist to listen to before a game?”

“You don’t have one.”

“That was quick. Half a bonus point for speed. When was our first date and what did we do?”

“Our first official date was just after All-Stars and we went to Sid’s, but we had been together for about three months at that point and just hung out at each other’s houses.”

Remus grinned. “Do you remember what day it was?”

“January 28th.” Sirius gave him a look. “I know for a fact you don’t know what day it was.”

“January 28th.”

“You only know that because I just said it!” Sirius smacked him playfully with his cards. “Next question.”

“What’s my favorite movie and TV show?”

“Jurassic Park and Avatar: The Last Airbender.”

He whistled the first part of the theme song as Sirius did the hand motions. “What’s my shoe size?”

“Oh, god,” Sirius muttered, staring down at the floor. “Eleven? Eleven and a half? You have smaller feet than I do, but not by much.”

“I’m a size ten.”

“Are you really?”

Remus pulled one sneaker off and handed it to him with a laugh. “Check for yourself. Oh, I’d love to know the answer to this one. How do you know when I’m mad at you?”

Sirius tossed his shoe back with a snort. “You make faces.”

Remus seemed surprised. “Do I?”

“Yeah. You’ve got a very expressive face and the second you’re pissed, it’s written all over it. It’s like—” Sirius pursed his lips and scrunched his nose slightly. “I can’t really do it, but anytime I see that I’m like, ‘oh, shit, what did I do?’ Also, you stop calling me baby.”

“That’s what I was going to say. What’s my favorite city to play in?”

“Not Florida.”

“Not fucking Florida,” Remus agreed with a grin.

“Gryffindor for sure.”

“Where was I born?” He gave Sirius a teasing look. “Do you know this time, or should I get my mom on the line?”

Sirius stuck his tongue out. “Madison, Wisconsin.”

Remus glanced at the camera. “We got asked this question in an interview a few months ago and he had to call my mom afterward because he forgot.”

“She made fun of me the whole time,” Sirius pouted.

“What is my favorite food? Oh, you’ll get this one for sure.” Sirius hesitated and Remus’ eyes widened. “Really?”

“I’m a little torn. It’s either my grilled cheese or your dad’s turkey-cranberry thing. Actually, I don’t think you know what your favorite food is.”

Remus nodded slowly. “That’s a really good point. My first thought was grilled cheese, but my dad makes the best postgame sandwiches. I’ll give you that. What’s my favorite hobby?”

“Reading.”

“What did I want to be when I was a kid?”

“A librarian, until you started playing hockey.”

Remus leaned over and high-fived him. “You’re on a roll, baby. What was my jersey number in college?”

“Number six.”

“The transition was so fucking easy,” Remus laughed. “Coach literally came up to me a month before practices started and went ‘hey, what was your old number?’ and I told him, and he looked down at his clipboard and went, ‘cool.’. I got my jersey two weeks later.”

“Is this your last question?”

“It is, indeed. What’s my full birth name?”

“Remus Jehosephat Lupin.”

“That is incorrect.”

“Close enough. It’s Remus John Lupin, which I find endlessly funny.”

“Why is it funny?” Marlene asked off-screen. Remus hid his face behind his notecards as Sirius laughed.

“Because it’s such a basic middle name! I love Hope and Lyall with my entire heart and they’re wonderful people, but they named their sons Remus and Julian and then I think they got stuck. Like, you’ve got these two very uncommon first names and they sort of went ‘fuck it. John and Michael. We’re done.’ It’s just so funny.”

“Whereas your parents went the extra mile and gave you and Reg goddamn supervillain names,” Remus snorted. “The drama of it all, my god.”

“Alright, alright, my turn.” Sirius leaned his elbows on his knees. “What is my favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“How do I like my coffee?”

Remus hissed between his teeth. “Ah, shit, you always make the coffee. With a lot of sugar, right? It’s black with sugar?”

“It can’t be black if it has sugar in it,” Sirius laughed. “But yes, I do put sugar in my coffee. What are three things I never leave the house without?”

“Keys, wallet, phone.”

“My favorite TV show?”

“Why are you going through these so fast? Uh, Avatar.”

“Did I ever have a job that wasn’t playing hockey?”

“Nope.” Remus frowned. “Were you allowed to get a job as a kid?”

“I was not. What’s my favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Cookies and cream.”

Sirius made a buzzer noise. “Incorrect.”

“Is it chocolate?”

“Yep. You get half a point for that. What’s the first meal I ever cooked for you?”

Remus gave him a look. “You don’t remember what you cooked for me, do you?”

“Refresh my memory?”

“No way!” He punched him lightly on the arm. “I’m not falling for my own tricks. Next question.”

“It’s kind of a repeat from earlier. How do you know when I’m mad at you?”

Remus fiddled with the edges of his cards. “You act all weird and Captain-y, and then you get quiet. Just cranky vibes all around.”

“Cranky vibes,” Sirius laughed. “Good to know. What are my favorite movie-watching snacks?”

“Popcorn and…Sweet Tarts?”

“Yes!” Sirius gave him a high-five. “Do you know what I like on my popcorn?”

“Butter and enough salt to kill a Victorian child.”

“Bonus point! What is—oh, shit!” He nearly fumbled the cards onto the floor. “What is my favorite movie of all time?”

“Indiana Jones.”

“Which one?”

“The one with Marian, because she reminds you of me.” Remus looked over at the camera. “I really don’t like snakes.”

“What is the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning?”

“Oh, I think this requires a demonstration. C’mere.”

“Does it really?” Sirius sighed as he laid down next to him.

“For sure.” Remus cuddled into his side and laid his head on his shoulder. “Alright, the key to a true Sirius Black wake-up is getting all four limbs wrapped around the other person like you’re trying to suffocate them with affection.”

“Okay—”

“And then,” Remus continued with a grin. “I go, ‘honey, wake up’—”

“You absolutely do not.”

“In my head, that’s what I say. It’s very sweet. To answer the question, the first thing Sirius does is this.” He buried his face in Sirius’ chest and groaned loudly, then dissolved into snickering as Sirius’ chest began to shake with suppressed laughter. “Stop it, you’re ruining the demonstration!”

“You forgot the part where I have to peel you off me with pliers and grease,” Sirius teased as they stood up, dusting themselves off. The camera crew applauded and they both bowed. “Alright, where were we? What am I most scared of?”

“Losing your friends and family,” Remus said. “Also, spiders and most bugs.”

“You forgot one.”

“Which one? The dish soap bubbles?”

“Losing you.”

A vibrant blush tinted Remus’ cheeks and ears, and he floundered for words. “Oh.”

“You still get the points, though,” Sirius said mildly. “What city do I like playing in the most?”

Remus paused for a moment longer, then shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Uh, Gryffindor. You like the crowd.”

“I do.” Sirius smiled at the camera. “To all the fans out there: you are incredible and there is nothing like skating out with everybody roaring so loud the windows shake. Who is my biggest hockey influence?”

“Now, or when you were younger?”

“Now.”

“It’s Dumo, right?”

Sirius nodded. “On and off the ice. What’s my proudest career moment?”

“Hmm, I wonder,” Remus said sarcastically. “Could it possibly be winning the Stanley Cup?”

“Just maybe,” Sirius laughed. “What’s my most famous celly, and which one’s my favorite?”

Remus grinned. “Lightning McQueen.”

“I hate it when you call it that.” Despite his words, Sirius was smiling. “It’s supposed to be cool!”

“Can you elaborate?” Marlene asked.

“I mean, most people who have seen him play know what I’m talking about,” Remus said, gesturing to the camera. “But Sirius’ famous celly is a double fist pump, and I call it the Lightning McQueen because it’s like ka-chow! It’s also his favorite one, though he dances when we’re skating alone or with a couple of the guys.”

“Shhh, they aren’t supposed to know that!” Sirius covered Remus’ mouth with his notecard. “This is the very last one. What is my biggest pet peeve?”

“When I leave my socks laying around the house.”

“Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner! That drives me fucking bonkers. Marley, who won?”

“It wasn’t a competition,” she said off-screen. “Just a Q & A.”

“Who got the most right?” Remus asked.

“You two are hopeless,” she muttered. There were a few beats of silence. “Remus won, with sixteen and a half out of seventeen. Sirius, you had fifteen and a half.”

“No.” Sirius groaned and dropped his head into his hands as Remus whooped.

“Hell yes!”

“My bonus points let you win.” He shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe this.”

Remus faced the camera with a victorious smile. “Thanks for joining us to witness my landslide victory—”

“It was one point.”

“And make sure to like and subscribe for more Lion Pride content! See you around, Lions.” They both mock-saluted, and the video ended.

[seaquestions]

i have like. aimlessly monologued so much abt dark souls just pacing around my apartment. its 5am and i just cant shut up about it. LIKE. i knooowww that people have been going on about it for like eleven years now and im sure none of these thoughts are original but i wanna ramble!!! ramblings under readmore!!!!

this game is good man, its so good. the tone and atmosphere most of all. i think cos its y’know its melancholic and quiet and lonely but it’s also so whimsical and funny and silly. i find a man in the sewers trapped in a pickling jar and roll into it to get him out. when i talk to him later i find that he’s this really genuine, kind-hearted guy. i roll into this fortress full of death traps and a snake man turns to look at me and then suddenly a boulder comes outta nowhere to run over him and it’s like i’m in a goddamn looney toon. the colour palettes of the environments is quite colourful actually, it’s within a certain range of tones but it’s not like it’s a depressing game to look at. it’s not that bleak. it’s not grimdark, it’s not edgy. it’s fun!

like, really. it’s such a fun game! i already knew i was gonna love the world of dark souls, the environments and the npcs, i just needed the gameplay to be something i can work with. and it is, and even more than that, it clicked with me. somehow i didn’t expect the combat in dark souls to be so fun, but like, that’s a big draw of the game. it’s very fun to fight in dark souls. there’s something to it that just feels really good. i think the enemy placement factors into the rhythm of combat quite a fair bit actually, and it’s typically well done. and i think another thing that’s great is how much control you have over the pace of combat. there’s a push and pull with the game as it throws challenges at you and tests your limits of course but you get to dictate quite a fair bit about the way you face these challenges.

something i enjoyed the most i think is like, not even within the game. so like after fighting the taurus demon and the gaping dragon for the first few times and dying, i ended my gaming session and like. couldnt stop thinking abt the fight and ended up thinking about what to do next time i fought them. which ik is nothing but i’m a really simple guy okay, i don’t strategise usually. but i wanted to beat them and move on to the next parts of the game, and so it made me think about the tools that were at my disposal that the game gave me and like - i think that’s great! successful game design bit. idk, it’s prolly not that big of a deal but it felt really good when i went back to the gaping dragon with A Plan, and executed on it flawlessly.

man.. ive just been having a lot of fun that i kinda didn’t ever expect to have. im feeling like i fell in love. like i thought it’d be impossible for me so i never played it but it turned out to be such an enjoyable experience so far. i dont even care if like…. i come across and bit thats too hard and i might give up forever i still had a lot of fun and it was worth it but i believe in myself man!!! i wanna finish this game forreal and that means a lot coming from a guy who like never finishes anything ever. ima just keep on trucking babey. if you die seven times and get up eight it’s not a matter of life and death its about your will and the barriers in front of you and whichever one will break first or uhhhh however that line from that vaatividya video goes. and like it’s not for everybody (there’s uhhh no map. i thankfully am good with creating mental maps but if you are not this game will be a much less fun time) but idk man……….ultimate game of all time is fuckin right actually…………. anyway………. im a changed man now……..gootbye……

[dccomicsimagines]

What’s Lost is Found - Batfamily Imagine - Part Ten

Warning - Depressive Content, Some Drug Use, Approach with Caution

Part One  Part Two  Part Three   Part Four  Part Five  Part Six  Part Six.Five  Part Seven  Part Eight  Part Nine  Part Eleven

***

All you knew was darkness. Time had no meaning in the dark room where you woke up. At least you thought you woke up. It was hard to tell the difference anymore.

You weren’t sure how long you had been in here. However, you did know the room was five feet by six feet or one point five meters by one point six meters. The height of the ceiling was about seven feet or two point one meters. There was one lightbulb in the ceiling, but you couldn’t find a way to turn it on. A locked door was on your right, shut tightly enough for not even a little light to slip through.

You laid down on the cobblestone floor. Pain was your constant companion. Your arm was healing incorrectly, aching. The cast Alfred had put on was gone when you came to. Your ribs were still tender, but at least they weren’t on fire like your arm. 

Maybe this was hell? Nothing, but pain and darkness.

Thoughts floated to the surface of your mind. Your family must be relieved you were gone and Gotham was safe at last. A pang hit your heart when you thought about how worried Dick probably was. At least he had Kori. She would take care of him. They had a child on the way. No one needed you.

A lump formed in your throat. Jon must be pretty worried too. You swallowed hard, coughing at how dry your mouth was. He was better off without you anyway. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you ate or drank. Dehydration was already setting in. You could feel it. Part of you was happy, because if you were dehydrated that meant you weren’t trapped in some kind of limbo. 

Suddenly, the door flew open and bright light beamed into the room. You gasped, covering your eyes. 

“Rise and shine, brat.” A man stomped in. He grabbed your broken arm and pulled you to your feet. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming in pain. Blood in your mouth. Tears filled your eyes from the pain. He grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you along after him. 

Your bare feet scraped against the rough cobblestone floor. Taking a deep breath, you caught the scent of salt water. You must be near the ocean. 

Suddenly, you were pushed into a chair. “Eat,” the Bane Lookalike said. You opened your eyes, squinting as your eyes finally adjusted. The room was a nicely decorated office. You were seated at a table with a bowl of oatmeal in front of you. Your stomach rumbled at the sight, mouth watering until you saw the glass of water next to it. 

Without any grace at all, you grabbed at the water and downed it quickly. However, once it hit your stomach, you felt sick. Someone stuck a bucket in front of you just in time for you to lose it. 

“Leave us,” the Bane Lookalike said. The man who dragged you in here left, slamming the door behind him. You wiped your mouth with your sleeve, wincing when you thought of the scolding you would have received if Alfred caught you doing that. Alfred was probably scared out of his mind for you. Guilt ate at you as you took a slower and smaller sip of water once the Bane Lookalike filled your cup. 

He stared at you intensely. You drank and ate carefully, doing your best to study him without being obvious about it. It took you a good twenty minutes to finish eating. You knew you had to keep it down, so slow it was. The Bane Lookalike waited until you were done before sitting down on the chair behind the desk.

“I was going to leave you in there, niño. Let you die of dehydration.” He crossed his arms. You frowned slightly, wondering who he was to Bane. “But that doesn’t matter now. I have debts to pay and we have people who would pay a lot of money for you.” 

You held back the shiver. “So that’s your plan? Make money off me?” Your voice hoarse. This was the first time you had spoken since you had been taken.

He slammed his fist on the desk. You jumped from the boom. “Yes!” He jumped to his feet. His eyes flashed as you looked into them. You tensed. Suddenly, you had a vision of Bane’s dying eyes. His death rattle echoed in your ears. 

However, you were brought back to the present in an instant. The Bane Lookalike grabbed the front of your shirt, lifting you up in the air to look you straight in the eye. “You ruined my life!” He screamed in your face. His breath surprising fresh and minty. You wrinkled your nose. Bane always had bad breath. It was in his files on the batcomputer. However, this new Bane brushed his teeth. 

He shook you violently, probably angered by the fact you weren’t listening to him. “I was never supposed to be here! Wearing this goddamn mask!” He used his free hand to rip off the Bane mask to reveal a young man around Damian’s age. He had Bane’s eyes, but the face was softer, his nose shorter, mouth smaller. “You shouldn’t have kill my father!” 

You tensed as he threw you across the room. Remembering your training, you went limp and twisted to avoid landing badly. Your back smashed against the wall before you collapsed to the floor. The ribs, still tender, lit up in pain. You moan, staying where you were. 

Why didn’t Tim just tell you the Bane Lookalike was Bane’s son? Anger flashed through you, but it was quickly replaced by fear. The Bane Lookalike’s boots appeared by your face when you opened your eyes. 

One boot raised to step on your head. “I’m sorry,” you choked, tears slipping down your cheeks from the pain and the horror. You caused this. You caused so much pain. Like a bomb, you hurt everything around you with one act. One act that sealed your fate.

The boot stopped. “What did you say?” he growled, kneeling down to pick you up by the back of your shirt. You went limp to avoid more pain. 

“I’m sorry.” You looked him in the eye, tears falling down your cheeks without warning. “I’m so sorry.” 

The Bane Lookalike dropped you. A groan slipped out of you as you smacked against the floor. One of your ribs cracked. You coughed, sharp pain ripping through your chest.

His feet pounded on the floor. The door to the room flew open. “Drug them and locked them back in their cell!” You tensed. Drug? Oh no.

More footsteps echoed into the room. Big rough hands dragged you to your feet and tossed you back into a chair. You didn’t fight. There was no point. You couldn’t take them all on. Sharp pain rocked through your body. Every breath was more pain.

A needle poked your arm. You closed your eyes, submitting to it. This was your punishment. Payment for the life you took. The drug made the room spin. You closed your eyes to make it stop. 

Reality seemed to fall away. The pain in your body faded. You felt like you were floating on air. It took a lot of effort to notice you were being carried back to your dark cell. Even when they tossed you inside, you didn’t feel the impact. The darkness surrounded you again, but this time you hardly noticed.

***

You stayed in a fog. Anytime you were close to clearing it, another needle would enter your arm and you got lost again. You found one bright spot in your drugged stupor. At least you weren’t feeling the pain anymore.

Finally, you felt yourself being carried over someone’s shoulder. The drug faded away enough for you to open your eyes. Your head hung limply, inches above the person’s backside. You turned to look around, frowning at the room. 

It was bare except for a chair with a video camera in front of it. You were flipped over the person’s shoulder and set in the chair. Chain restraints were placed around your wrists and ankles. You blinked, trying to catch up with the person’s movement. Your brain was operating in slow motion. 

“Be good.” The person patted your head before stepping away. You frowned. A red light appeared on the camera. You stared at it, shaking your head to try to focus. 

“Bidding starts at two million.” A voice echoed from the camera. Your eyes widened. A light turned on above you, illuminating you for the camera. 

Your stomach dropped to your feet. You wanted to scream, to fight, but the drug kept you still, complaisant. The chains rattled as you lifted your hand to your cheek to wipe away a single tear. 

The auctioneer kept naming prices, going up higher and higher. You only heard his voice. Closing your eyes, you knew it was just you and the person who brought you here in this room. They must be broadcasting the auctioneer’s voice in. The pain started to creep back into your body. 

“Sold for twenty five billion.” You flinched at the price. A cackle filled the room, tinny from the speaker it originated from. Your blood ran cold. 

“I want the kiddo sooner rather than later, boys,” The Joker’s voice said. “Baby Robin needs to come back home.”

“You may pick up Robin in two days. Thank you all for your time.” The auctioneer’s voice cut out. Red light from the camera turned off. The person came over. They grabbed your arm, sticking you with another needle. Your arm was covered in needle marks. How long had it been? How many times have they drugged you?

The drug kicked in almost instantly. Your eyes closed, falling back into the fog. Pain drained away like someone pulled the plug. The chains rattled again and suddenly you were up and over the person’s shoulder again. 

You couldn’t focus until you heard a voice you never thought you would hear again. “I’ll take Robin from here. The boss wants you to join him in the broadcast room.” 

The person stiffened. “Really? Why?”

“Didn’t ask why.” You were handed off like a sack of potatoes. Warmth like sunshine flooded your skin as you were placed over another shoulder. You moved your hand up to touch the familiar soft hair.

The other person walked off in a huff. “(Y/N), you’re okay. I’ll get you out of here,” Jon whispered, hurrying along down the corridor. He was careful not to bounce you. You kept your fingers in his hair, trying to stay awake. 

Jon shifted you to cradle you in his arms. You smiled tiredly at him, drinking in the sight of his face. Several times, you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. The drug kept pulling at you, but you fought to stay in the present. 

He brought you to another room. You couldn’t pick up what it was. He laid you down on the soft surface. “We got to wait for Damian, but we’ll get you out of here soon.” Jon smiled at you brightly. Worry flashed in his eyes. “I’m so...God, don’t scare me like that again.” 

You struggled to keep your eyes open. Jon frowned, cradling your cheek. You moved your arm. His eyes dropped to your arm. He gasped at the needle marks. “Oh no, (Y/N), what have they been doing to you?” You could feel his x-ray vision scanning your body. “Your arm.” 

“Sorry.” You mumbled, closing your eyes. The drug pulled you into a deep dark sleep.

***

“You imbecile, you ruined the plan completely.” Someone paced nearby. “They know we’re here now, and (Y/N) is in no condition to fight.” The drug was fading again. You shivered, cold.

“I couldn’t let them put them in that cell again. Damian, (Y/N) is burning up.” A warm hand laid on your forehead. You sighed. It was Jon’s. He was always so warm. 

“TT.” Jon’s hand pulled away to be replaced by Damian’s callused hand. “This is proves how stupid you are. I told you to let me do the talking, but no, you had to go out with your white, American accent. Now we’re stuck in here, and (Y/N) needs medical attention.” 

Jon growled. “Stop it.” Damian’s hand pulled away. The blanket covering you was tucked securely around you.

You slowly opened your eyes. Damian sighed in relief. “Here.” He helped you sit up and pressed a canteen to your lips. You drank slowly, some dripping down your chin. Jon grinned like a puppy, rubbing your knee. “TT.” Damian pulled the canteen away and wiped your chin with his sleeve. 

“How?” You coughed. Damian supported you, letting you lean back into him.

“You didn’t think we wouldn’t come after you, did you?” Jon took your hand, kissing the back of it. Damian huffed at the sight.

“But...you should be in Gotham.” You tried to look at Damian, but he pressed the canteen to your lips again. 

“Gotham is fine. You are not.” Damian gestured to Jon. Jon blinked, having to drag his eyes away from you to go get something from a bag in the corner. “TT, you honestly thought we’d leave you here? Everyone is losing their minds with worry about you. I’ve never seen Grayson so upset.” Your stomach dropped at the thought.

Jon came back to you, handing Damian a bottle of pills. He shook two out and pressed them into your mouth. You took them, taking a sip of water to wash it down. Jon took your hand again, smiling dopey. The relief in his eyes hurt more than everything else. 

You took in the room. It looked like an old storage closet. You were lying on a pile of blankets with Jon’s cape covering you. “Where are we?” Damian pulled away, laying you back down. 

“We’re in Peña Dura.” Jon scooted closer, sharing his warmth with you. He pronounced Peña Dura incorrectly. Damian rolled his eyes behind him, going back to pacing the room. “We found out through Damian’s contacts that they took you here.” He gestured to his clothes. You wrinkled your nose when you realized he was dressed like one of Bane’s goons. Damian was in similar attire. “We snuck in and disguised ourselves until we found you.” He kissed your cheek, laying down beside you. You shivered. He slipped under his cape, pressing close. His warmth soaked into you.

“Except someone was dumb enough to let our cover be blown. Now the entire place is on high alert.” Damian glared at Jon. “Kent, no funny business.”

“I’m not going to do anything. Just trying to keep (Y/N) warm.” Jon snapped. “Geez, like we’d do anything with you standing there anyway.” Damian snorted in disgust. 

You chuckled tiredly. Jon was so warm like he always was. You snuggled closer to him, colder than you ever been before. “Go back to sleep,” Jon whispered. He kissed the top of your head. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You relaxed. Right before you passed out again, you noticed Damian studying you and Jon with a bewildered expression.

***

“We have to move now,” Damian snapped. He knelt down for you to climb onto his back.

“I can walk.” You pressed your hand against the wall to keep your balance. 

Damian turned to glare darkly at you. “Get on my back now.” You sighed, climbing onto his back and wrapping your arms around his neck. Damian stood up. Jon swung the bag over his shoulder. He studied you, adjusting one of the blankets to sit more securely on your shoulders.

“Are you sure you can handle it, Damian? I can carry (Y/N) easily.” Jon bit his lip. 

“I’m fine. Just move.” Damian snarled, holding your legs tightly. Jon slipped out of the storage closet first. You buried your face into the back of Damian’s neck. He grunted, probably feeling your fever through his skin. It had only dropped slightly, but there wasn’t time left. 

You shivered violently, wishing you could be strong. Your body ached for the drug. Despite that fact you wanted to stay awake, your body wanted the drug to push you into the stupor once again. Damian theorized your fever was partly infection and withdraw. You had to admit he was probably right. 

Damian and Jon made their way down the corridors. You kept your eyes closed, dozing. 

Damian suddenly stopped. You tensed, sensing what he did. Ironically, Jon didn’t notice until the first bullet was fired. Damian backed into a room with an open door. “Shit.” 

“Language,” you said humorlessly. Damian tightened his grip on your legs. 

“Quiet.” Damian glanced around the room. Jon fought out in the hallway. You heard the searing of his heat vision. 

Damian set you down, leaning you against the wall. “What now?” You rocked dangerously. Damian gripped your shoulder to keep you upright. 

“Let me think.” He glanced around the room. It looked like another cell with a bed in the corner and a sink on the other side. His eyes fell on the barred window. “We might have to climb.”

You frowned. “I don’t know if...” Your legs were already shaking, getting weak from standing just a few seconds. “Damian, leave me.” 

Damian flinched. He spun to you, grabbing your arm roughly. “Don’t you ever say that. I am never leaving you behind.” 

You stared into his eyes. There was the Damian you knew. You hadn’t ruined him after all. Suddenly, it occurred to you. “You two came on your own, didn’t you?” You sighed. “Damian, Dad always told you to think about how to get out of the situation before jumping in.” 

“TT, there was no time.” Damian left you. He took a laser tool out of his pocket, cutting through the bars on the window. You stumbled to the bed, sinking onto it weakly. Everything ached. You never imagined so much pain. 

Damian took off the bars and looked out the window. It was dark outside. The scent of the ocean in the air.  “This might work.” He looked at you, thinking. 

“What about Jon?” You jumped when a boom came from the hallway. 

“He’s fine. Man of steel or so he claims.” Damian pulled the blanket from your shoulders. “I’m going to tie you to my back. We’ll climb down.” 

“Are you sure you’ll be able to carry me?” You shivered, watching Damian tie secure the blanket around you. Leaning against his back, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he tied you to him. 

“TT, you always did doubt my abilities.” Damian snorted. He climbed out the window. You tightened your arms around his neck when you saw the ground far below. “Calm down.” 

“Right.” You buried your face into the back of his neck. Damian freeclimbed down, using the uneven bricks of the prison to work his way down. 

Bullets rang out from the window. You looked up to see men firing down at you and Damian. Damian pressed against the wall. He swore under his breath. You glanced down. The cobblestone courtyard was far below. “Damian, drop.” 

Damian gasped. A bullet hit his shoulder. His blood splatted your face. He lost his grip, dropping one arm. “We’re not in any condition to survive a fall.” He groaned, trying to hold on with one hand. 

“Jon will catch us. Drop now.” The blood poured down his shoulder, soaking into you. You reached for his hand with your bad arm. “Let go.”

Damian grunted. He let go. The two of you dropped fast. You wrapped your legs and arms around Damian. Taking a deep breath, you screamed.

Suddenly, the wall above you and Damian burst. Jon rocketed toward you and Damian, catching you and Damian with the blanket tying the two of you together. The blanket jerked into your ribs. You squeaked, feeling your ribs snap again. Damian just grunted. Jon set you and Damian down in the courtyard. Damian crumbled. You landed on top of him, causing him to moan.

“Sorry.” You tried to untie the blanket, but your fingers wouldn’t work right. Jon reached down to help. 

“He’s losing a lot of blood.” Jon took the blanket and pressed it to Damian’s shoulder. You rolled off him. Energy drained out of you every second you tried to sit up. 

“Jon, we’re going to have to surrender.” You swallowed hard at the shocked look on Jon’s face. “Come on, I can’t walk. Damian’s losing too much blood.” 

“I’m fine.”  Damian sat up. His face paled and he instantly passed out. 

“Oh crap.” Jon patted Damian’s cheeks. “Wake up. Come on.” You tried to keep pressure on Damian’s shoulder. Black swarmed your vision. You felt the blood draining out of your face. Jon glanced over at you. “Oh no, not you too.” 

You kept your eyes on Damian. “We’ll be fine. Go. Get out of here.” You waved him off. Jon froze, jaw dropped. “Go get help. Let everyone know what happened. You can come back for us.” 

“No!” Jon jumped to his feet. “I can’t leave you two.” Armed guards swarmed the courtyard. Bullets fired around you. Jon stepped in front of you and Damian. Bullets bounced off him. He put up his hands. “We’re all going down together.” 

You shook your head at him, too weak to argue. “Stubborn.” Guards surrounded the three of you. The Bane Lookalike appeared in front of you. You blinked at him before you felt your body give out.

***

“Remember, one wrong move and we’ll blow them up.” The Bane Lookalike warned, poking Jon’s chest. Jon growled, but stayed where he was. You watched dully, running your fingers through Damian’s hair as his head rested in your lap. The explosive collar was heavy around your neck. 

The Bane Lookalike glared over at you. “I can’t wait until I’m rid of you.” He slammed the cell door on his way out. 

“Are you okay?” Jon asked, hurrying to your side. 

You shrugged. “His pulse is weak, but he seems to be resting easy.” You kept running your fingers through Damian’s hair. Ever since you woke, you crawled to Damian’s side and stayed there. 

Jon pressed his hand to your forehead. “You’re still burning up.” He grabbed a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Damian will be fine. He’s strong.” 

“And I’m not?” You shook your head weakly. A lump grew in your throat. “Why couldn’t they just kill me? Let this all be over with.” 

“Don’t you ever say something like that!” Jon wrapped his arm around your shoulders, sharing his heat like the radiator he always was. He kissed your cheek. “Why do you keep scaring me like this?” 

You rested your cheek on his shoulder, closing your eyes. “I was trying to do what was right. Trying to fix my mistake.” Jon rubbed your back. “I ruined everything by killing Bane. Everything.” 

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Jon tensed slightly. “This is just a mess anyway.”

Damian moaned in his sleep. You checked his shoulder. The bandage was still holding. The bleeding finally stopped. “You know that man is Bane’s son? He hates me for killing his father and forcing him to take over. It’s the same reason Damian hates me.” 

Jon’s jaw dropped. “Damian doesn’t hate you. (Y/N), he lost it when you handed yourself over. I mean everyone was shocked, upset, but Damian had to be held down by Jason and Dick to stop him from barreling right after you.” Jon swallowed hard. “Even then, he didn’t want to wait for the others to figure out a plan. He came up with this, and told me to come with him.” He glanced down at Damian. “He loves you. He just doesn’t watch his mouth and let’s his anger speak for him.” 

You snorted. “It’s a good thing he can’t hear you.” You winced when you moved too sharply. “How long has it been?” 

“When? Since we surrendered?” Jon eyed the collar around your neck. “A couple of hours.” 

“Since I gave myself up?” You opened your eyes to look at him. “I was locked in that dark cell for a long time and I don’t know how much time passed while they drugged me.” 

Jon bit his lip. “Three weeks.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “Worst three weeks of my life to be sure.” 

You smiled into the kiss. “I thought I wouldn’t see you again. It hurt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest.” 

“I thought I was going to die. I couldn’t sleep, all I kept thinking was how I might never see you again.” Jon nuzzled your cheek. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Your heart skipped a beat.

“TT, stop it.” Damian grunted. He opened his eyes, glaring up at you and Jon. “It’s bad enough that my best friend and sibling are dating, but I don’t need it rubbed in my face.” He tried to sit up, but gasped in pain. You pushed him back down. 

“You need to rest. Not much we can do right now anyway. I have a bomb around my neck.” You traced your fingers over his forehead. 

Damian’s eyes widened, staring at the collar around your neck. “Shit.” 

“Did Dad know how much you started swearing?” You teased halfheartedly. Damian huffed. “I missed you, Damian.” 

He blinked. “I missed you too.” He closed his eyes at your touch. “I am sorry for what I said. You are not responsible for our father’s death. You didn’t ruin everything.” 

Your stomach dropped. Was Damian awake earlier, listening to you and Jon? Jon tightened his arm around you. “That means a lot coming from you.” You leaned down to kiss Damian’s forehead. He grunted, blushing.

“Aww.” Jon laughed. 

“Shut up, Kent.” Damian snarled weakly. “We need to come up with a plan.” 

“They are going to hand (Y/N) over to the Joker. He bought them at the auction they held.” Jon whispered, tensing when they heard a bang from outside the cell. 

“Joker?” Damian frowned. “But he’s dead.” 

Your blood ran cold. “What?” 

Damian blinked. “He committed suicide.”

“But that goes against everything he is.” You couldn’t believe your ears. Jon looked shocked too. “Are you sure it was him?” 

“Yes.” Damian closed his eyes, shivering. “We found his body on patrol one night. It was a few week after Father...there were clues, Drake came with me and we found him hanging from the ceiling beam in the warehouse that created him.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me? Does everyone else know?” You stroked his hair again, hand shaking. 

Damian huffed. “You were in no condition. When it happened, you were still having your...episodes and fighting with Grayson.” 

You bit your lip. Suddenly, you remembered the day that it must have happened. Damian came from patrol when you were all still at the manor. Dick and you were fighting as he wanted you to talk to him about your nightmares. Damian walked by. You tried to get his help, but he just brushed you off. The traumatized look on his face burned into your memory.

“The Joker was always obsessed with Father. It makes sense that he wouldn’t handle it when Father...” Damian trailed off, studying you. “Don’t do that.” 

“What?” Blood rushed to your cheeks as you focused back on Damian.

“Don’t feel guilty about him. He did it himself.” Damian rolled his eyes. “Madman.” 

“So then who’s the one who bought (Y/N)?” Jon whispered, silently listening the whole time. His thumb rubbed circles into your shoulder. 

Damian hummed. “I don’t know.” 

“We’ll just have to wait and see.” You sighed, closing your eyes again and resting on Jon’s shoulder. 

“No, we won’t. As far as I’m concerned, you’re not going anywhere,” Jon said firmly. 

“TT, we might not have a choice.” Damian’s voice dropped to a whisper. 

“I’ll stay awake to keep watch. Rest now,” Jon whispered, kissing your temple. You smiled, drifting into the blissfulness of sleep. 

***

The Bane Lookalike clutched at the back of your shirt, dragging you out into the courtyard. A helicopter sat on the helipad. Wind tore at your clothes as the rotors slowed to a stop. Chilling cold sank into your bones. You glanced back to find Damian behind you, being held up by Jon. Guards surrounded them. A gun was pressed against Damian’s head when one of the guards caught you looking. You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the bomb around your neck. They didn’t take it off yet. You weren’t sure why.

“You want him to live. You go quietly.” The Bane Lookalike jerked you. You bit your lip, looking back at the helicopter. The door opened. Your stomach dropped when you saw a flash of a purple suit.

“Well, well, well, look at this welcome.” The Joker stepped out of the helicopter, waving his arms around. A few armed men in clown masks got out behind him. “Oh, Robby. Look at you.” He walked to you, almost dancing. 

Something felt familiar about him and not in the way you expected. You frowned, tensing. “You have the money?” The Bane Lookalike tightened his grip on you. 

The Joker laughed before he noticed the bomb collar around your neck. “Take that off.” He instantly lost his humor. “No one blows up Robin except me.” 

“No, we have to control Superboy.” The Bane Lookalike nodded back to Jon and Damian. 

“Can we work out a deal for those two?” The Joker clapped his hands. “I would like to have the full set.” The Joker met your eye. It was like someone punched you in the stomach. You knew those eyes. Those were Dick’s eyes.

“Depends, how much are you willing to pay?” The Bane Lookalike jerked you again. You stumbled, falling against him. The Joker/Dick’s eyes flashed before he went back into character.

A cackle escaped from The Joker/Dick. “You stupid kid. I won’t have to pay you anything.” 

Suddenly, flashbangs went off all over the place. You were knocked down by the Bane Lookalike when he was attack by The Joker/Dick. The bomb around your neck started to beep. Your breath caught in your throat. You touched it, trying to find a way to get it off.

A joker goon knelt down beside you. “Stay calm.” He took off the clown mask to reveal Tim’s face. “We’re here. It’s okay,” Tim soothed, taking out tools to try to remove the collar. 

“You don’t hate me?” Tears filled your eyes. You didn’t want to die like this. Not in front of your family.

Tim flinched. “Hush, no.” He picked at the collar as it’s beeps increased. “Stay still. I almost have it.” 

You closed your eyes. A whimper slipped out of your mouth as guns fired nearby. The collar clicked and Tim pulled it away from you. “Superman!” You opened your eyes to see Tim throwing the collar to Superman who was blocking you and Tim from a hail of bullets. Superman held it tightly in his hands. It boomed seconds later. 

Tim scooped you up into his arms and moved you behind some crates near the helipad. “Are you okay?” He quickly checked you over.

“I think so.” You shivered. Tim pressed his gloved hand against your forehead.

“You’re burning up.” Tim bit his lip.

“You have to help Damian. He got shot in the shoulder, lost a lot of blood.” You shook your head. 

Tim glanced around the crates. “We’ll get him. Superboy is protecting him.” He glanced back at you. “I swear if you do something so foolhardy like this again, I...I’ll do something.” 

You laughed despite the battle happening around you. “Sure.” Tim peeked around the crates again. “Go. Help them. I’ll be okay here.” 

“Are you sure?” Tim eyed you worriedly. 

“Go.” You closed your eyes as Tim leaned you back against the crate. “I’ll stay here, I promise.” 

Tim nodded. He pressed a taser in your hand. “Just in case.” You smiled weakly as he jumped over the crates and ran into the action. 

You wanted to get up to help, but your body refused. Closing your eyes, you tried to not think about who could be getting hurt or dying because of you. 

“Niño. You ruined everything.” Your eyes shot open to find the Bane Lookalike standing in front of you. Turning on the taser, you held it up to warn him away. He glared, kicking your hand and sending the taser flying away from you. 

“I’m sorry.” You coughed, scooting as far away from him as you could. “But you don’t have to do this. This all can stop now. We don’t have to be defined by tragedy.” It surprised you that this came to you now. You remembered Dick telling you that during the first month after your father’s death. Ironic this piece of wisdom would spill out of your mouth now. 

The Bane Lookalike shook his head. “No.” In one shift move, he jabbed a needle into your arm. You watched in horror as he injected a large dose of the drug into you. “Suffer and die, you piece of human filth.” 

It hit you instantly. Your heart stopped. Breath couldn’t enter your lungs. Black swarmed your vision. The last thing you heard was the Bane Lookalike’s laughter.

***

You jerked awake. A frown pulled at your lips when you were met with the high, elaborately decorated ceiling of Wayne Manor. You sat up, stunned to find yourself lying on a leather couch in your father’s study. 

The chair behind the desk was turned away from you, but you could see someone was in it. “What?” You got to your feet, surprised to find you were in your old Robin suit. Odd. Especially since it didn’t fit you anymore. “How did I get here?” 

The chair behind the desk spun around. Your blood ran cold while your heart skipped a beat. “(Y/N),” Bruce Wayne said, smiling sadly at you. 

“Daddy.” You ran to him, jumping over the desk and straight into his arms. He laughed. His arms strong and protective around you. You never thought you would feel this safe again. Sobs racked your body. “I missed you so much.” 

“I know, sweetheart.” He rocked you. Part of you realized you were a tad too old to be doing this, but you didn’t care. “I missed you too.”

A long time passed before you pulled back to look at him. “Was it all a dream? You never died, right?” 

Bruce rubbed your back. His face fell. “I did die, (Y/N). None of it was a dream.” 

You froze, confused. “Wait, but how am I here? How are you here? What’s happening?” You panted, panic setting in. “Did I die too? Oh no, I died in front of the others. Did they have to find my body?” 

“Hush.” Bruce caught your chin. “Breathe.” He took a deep breath. You copied him, tears still running down your cheeks. “Calm down. You are not dead. At least not yet.” 

“What does that mean?” You glanced around. Everything was a little fuzzy, unfocused. 

“You are in a coma.” Bruce wiped your tears ffrom your cheeks. “Bane’s son caused you to overdose.” He held you close. “You are currently fighting for your life.” 

Your lips trembled. “I’m sorry. I just cause pain and stress for everyone.” You buried your face into his shoulder. 

“I am proud of you, (Y/N).” Bruce rubbed your back. “You been so strong, grew so much.” He kissed the top of your head. “Don’t get me wrong. I am upset you would do something so risky as to hand yourself over.” 

You sniffled. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” You looked up at him. “I just wanted to fix my mistakes. I shouldn’t have killed Bane. It ruined things for everyone.” 

“Yes, but you have done your best to repair the damage and I’m proud of you for it.” Bruce looked you in the eye. “I know you think you should suffer for what you did, but you have and now it’s time for you to live. You deserve to live, sweetheart.”

You blinked, surprised he knew what you had been thinking. He knew you felt like you couldn’t be happy, that you couldn’t have a life. “I love you.” You hugged him tightly. 

“I love you too.” He stood up from his chair with you in his arms. “But it’s time for you to go.” 

“What?” You whimpered, not wanting this to end. Tears filled your eyes again. “But I don’t want to leave you.”

Bruce smiled, setting you down on your feet. “I know, but you have to wake up. Take care of your brothers, Alfred, and the girls. They need you and you need them.” 

“Will I see you again?” A wave of chilliness washed over you. You shivered. A beeping like a heart monitor sounded in the distance. 

“You will someday. Remember you are not alone. I’m here for you every step of the way.” He leaned forward to kiss your forehead. You closed your eyes, feeling his touch before everything drifted away. 

The beeping in the distance got louder and closer. You felt like you were floating. Your eyes couldn’t open. Your body couldn’t move. Something weighed you down. A soft surface was beneath you. Something was in your arm.

Someone cleared their throat somewhere nearby. You fought to open your eyes, hoping that it was your father. Maybe he wasn’t dead? Maybe everything else had been a dream? You knew you were wrong, but you couldn’t help it.

A warm, large hand grabbed your hand. “(Y/N), kiddo, you awake?” Jason asked. The surprise from Jason’s voice finally gave you the strength to open your eyes. You saw white first, blinking until you could focus on Jason’s smiling face. “Hey, kiddo.” He sighed in relief. 

You blinked at him slowly. Energy drained out of you simply from opening your eyes. The beeping increased. “Woah, don’t panic. You’re fine. Everything is fine,” Jason soothed, glancing up at the heart monitor. You tried to look at it too, but you could barely keep your eyes open. Your eyelids weighed heavily enough to force you to close your eyes again. “Go back to sleep, kiddo.” A kiss was pressed to your forehead in the same place your father had kissed you. Maybe you imagined the whole encounter? You wondered about it before you slipped back into nothingness again.

[jk-unless]

Thoughts on Stranger Things

Spoilers of course

Season 1

Chapter 1:

•Jim could get it,just thought I’d go ahead and put that out there.

•Dustin is going to be a favorite for sure,I can already tell.

•As of right now,Nancy gets on my nerves.

•They were VILE for killing Benny like that.HE SEEMED NICE.HIM AND JIM COULD HAVE CO-PARENTED.

Chapter 2:

•Dustin’s “omg omg omg” fucking killed me when Eleven started taking her shirt off 💀

•”Night,Mike.” SWEET BABY MUST PROTECT

•11: *looks at pic of Nancy* “Pretty.”

Mike: “🤨 I guess.” PLEASE

•How you going to convince your friend to go with you somewhere then tell her to leave so you can get some dick?Couldn’t be me.

Chapter 3:

•Barbara: *running from a monster*

Meanwhile…

Nancy: *getting her cherry popped*

•Karen: “Michael!”

Mike: “👹COMING!👹”

•MIKE DON’T YELL AT EL SHE’S TRYING

Chapter 4:

•I know it’s a common black people thing to not believe in what scares them/the unknown but COME ON LUCAS.And I need him to stop calling Eleven a weirdo.

•”tHe sTAtE” got some never pulling all this shit.Like,A fake body filled with cotton?Seriously??

Chapter 5:

•I know Joyce had to have felt SO relieved when someone finally believed her

•Damn,I honestly thought Nancy was about to be in there for a good minute

Chapter 6:

•Bro please when the creepy blonde that killed Benny showed up at the teacher’s house,I kept screaming “NONONONO”

•”Well I call bull on your logic,because you’re my best friend too.”

“:) Okay” IM GONNA CRY

•So…El opened the gate when she screamed bc of the monster during the lab experiment??

Chapter 7:

•*touches head* ”Still pretty?” I would kill for her

•FINALLY FUTURE DAD AND DAUGHTER MEET

•Poor Barbara

•Love me some Joyce,she helped keep Eleven calm and made her feel safe!

•I suppose Nancy is growing on me.I’d just like her to be honest about her feelings for Jonathan bc they’d be cute together

Chapter 8:

•”I’ll tell you where your little science experiment is.” UGHUGHDIIS

•THEY KISSED!I DON’T KNOW WHY I WASN’T EXPECTING THAT

•The Demogorgon’s death reminded me of Voldmort’s death.Also did not think is was going to die in the first season.Thought is was going to be a problem for a long time actually.

•What did that (not a) gift mean and why is Nancy still with Steve?!

•WILL STILL HAS DEMOGORGON BABIES OR WHATEVER THE FUCK IN HIM

•EGGOS IN A BOX EGGOS IN A BOX

Season 2

Chapter 1:

•”I’m not prostituting my sister!”

“It’s for a good cause!”

•aLriGHt did they brainwash Jim or is he lying to hide everything??

•MAX IS HERE!!!

•WELL GODDAMN JOYCE

•Bob seems nice,but it would have been nice to see some build up between the two like damn.

•gIrLs dONt pLaY vIdEo GaMes”

•If they don’t tell these poor people that their daughter is dead so they don’t sell their house-

•”It’s finger-licking good” Steve please

•E L E V E N

Chapter 2:

•My heart can’t take this domestic-ness,I’ll cry

•Most adorable little ghost busters I’ve ever scene

•I didn’t know Erica was Lucas’s sister 🤔

•”B-b-because he’s not black?” THATS SOME SHIT I’D SAY

•Well,Billy is fucking psychotic.

•Jonathan done made a mistake letting him go alone,I can already feel it

•”She’s ruining the best night of the year.” Mike I know you miss Eleven,but you’re being dramatic.

Chapter 3:

•”Did something happen?Are you constipated again?” This would probably be my mom’s line of questioning too.

•”Dustin.”

“Yes,my lord?” He is my child and I love him dearly.

•If Billy and Max aren’t siblings,what are they?

•I hope Will eventually finds some peace because him being so scared is breaking my heart

•Not Eleven almost killing Max bc she saw her with her man.

•Oh shit,it’s the “YOU ARE LIKE PAPA” scene…

Chapter 4:

•”It likes it cold” Oh God it’s inside him now.

•Hm…forgot that I heard about Billy being a racist.

•It honestly doesn’t surprise me that Dustin ended up being the one to raise a damn baby Demogorgon.

Chapter 5:

•Poor Mews

•It made sense for Max to not believe right away but it irked me so bad that she didn’t

•”Son of a bitch.You’re really no help,you know that?” Well someone had to say it

•Ah,the start of the Steve and Dustin father and son bond

•Terry’s backstory was so sad,but it was interesting to see how/why those certain words got stuck on repeat in her head.

•My poor Jim was wrapped up in straight NASTINESS

•Joyce is so impatient with Bob.It’s kinda funny but it’s also sad bc he’s just a nice guy trying to help out his girlfriend.

Chapter 6:

•WELP JONATHAN AND NANCY FINALLY DID IT

•”How was the pull out?” P l e a s e

•Bob seems to be taking things well

•JIMS MESSAGE TO ELEVEN OMG

•Everyone is split up doing their own thing,they need to have a meeting damnit

•Will is gonna be traumatized for the rest of his life.

Chapter 7:

•Was not expecting Kali to be so welcoming…I’m suspicious

•…KALI IS SO PRETTY OMG

•Knew she was gonna get El in trouble goddamnit

•Oh thank God,El’s listening to the message

•So trouble…but trouble for the bad men….I’m alright with it.

•Bitchin’

•My little El *sniffs* going to kill the bad men

•Hope this isn’t the last time we see Kali

Chapter 8:

•Looks like things are really starting to settle in for Bob

•Bob better not fucking die

•Nice,they’re having the meeting I wanted

•Bro I really don’t want Bob to die

•BOB NO

•The shot of Bob being eaten was seriously Unnecessary.No like I’m genuinely upset about it.

•My heart hurts

•They really thought just because we’re just meeting Bob this season that his death wouldn’t upset us that much but IT DID!FOR ME AT LEAST

•Rip Bob,they really did him dirty.

•Can’t stay sad for long when Dustin exists (I’m still a little sad though)

•Does Dustin like Max or NOT

•E L E V E N

Chapter 9:

•Mike really squared up with Jim I’m dying

•Mike and El are goals tbh

•Eleven really looked at Max like “I know you fucking lying”

•Mrs.Wheeler better calm the hell down that is a child

•Awe Dad and daughter made up!

•Jim “my kids a bad bitch now and thats okay” Hopper

•BITCHIN’

•Dad Steve

•”Yeah it’s me,don’t cream your pants.” Steve is really starting to grow on me

•GET YOUR GRIMEY RACIST HANDS OFF OF HIM

•BEAT HIS ASS STEVE (please my son said the same thing as me)

•LET’S GO MAXINE

•Joyce’s flashback of Bob :(((((((((((((

•JONATHAN BABES IT’S OKAY

•Steve:”HELLO”

•DUSTIN SCREAMING PLEASE THAT SHIT WAS TOO FUNNY

•SHADOW SATAN IS FINALLY OUT OF WILL

•El and Jim holding hands kills a bit of my depression each time

•Awe shit she Levitating

•Like at them demo-dogs DIE

•Yes,yes she did do SO good

•Poor Barbara’s parents…and Barbara of course

•Jim better stop teasing me,taking his jacket off like that

•THE BOB NEWSY SUPERHERO POSTER

•BILLY BITCH BOY SCARED NOW

•DUSTIN’S OTHER MOM GOT A NEW CAT

•Bitch had they audacity to call Will zombie boy as she was asking him to dance.Who does that?

•sTacY doesn’t deserve my baby boy!

•NONE OF THESE LITTLE BITCHES DO

•HE’S CRYING MY POOR BABY

•THANK YOU NANCY

•Aww El!

•GET IT MAX

•…This season fucked me up.

Season 3:

Chapter 1:

•Are they opening the gate again or is this a flashback to the first time?!

•The way El and Mike made out was so awkward, very realistic for the age they’re suppose to be tbh

•THEY WERE JUST TRYING TO WELCOME YOU HOME DUSTIN

•These old ladies drooling over Billy really is disgusting for so many reasons

•Wow,so that’s how it’s gonna be Mike and El??

•I love my Jim dearly,but he’s a fucking lunatic

Chapter 2:

•JIM IS CAUSING RELATIONSHIP PROBLEMS

•On an unrelated note,YAY HIM AND JOYCE ARE FINALLY HAVING DINNER

•I see that Robin and Steve are gonna have to share custody of Dustin

•Max dumping Lucas multiple times was no shock at all

•PLEASE BILLY BASHING KAREN’S HEAD IN WAS SO FUNNY FOR NO REASON

•Why did his dumbass just not call out for work?

•HOW DID THAT OLD LADY CATCH THAT RAT

•El is so adorable and I appreciate Max for helping her get her mind off of Mike

•”I dump your ass” Awe shit

•Joyce too busy learning about magnets to show up for their date

Chapter 3:

•Lucas would probably throw himself off that damn cliff if he knew El saw him fart like that

•Jim better shape tf up before he gets bumped down my favorites list

•THERES MORE IMPORTANT THINGS IN LIFE THAN GETTING YOUR DICK WET SIR

•Lucas and Mike are pissing me off.JUST HUMOR WILL FOR GODS SAKE HE JUST WANTS TO PLAY D&D 

•Poor Will,I get that they’re growing up but jeez

•BOB 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

•Not the “evil russian” being a Jazzercise leader 💀

•At least Lucas and Mike cared enough to go after him

•WILL 😭

•Damn,Jim got his shit rocked

•Max and El need to stop worrying about Lucas and Mike and just date each other.The way El laid on her shoulder as she told her about Wonder Woman was so cute!

Chapter 4:

•The Mind Flayer looks so…EW

•Nancy just got Jonathan fired and he KNEW that should would happen.They’re both dumb.

•”Sure”

“Yeah”

“No” PUT MY BABY ON A ROLLERCOASTER NEOW

•Jim has such a powerful strut mmm

•”Who you gonna call?The police?” We love a psychotic couple

•Dustin screaming will never not be hilarious

•They could have had Erica say something on the lines of “What has America ever done for my people?” and make Dustin and Robin real uncomfortable.The “can’t spell America without Erica” thing was cute though.

•”That’s against the rules!”

“I make my own rules.” PERIOD

•If they think they can make me fall for a racist with all these thirst traps they are gladly mistaken I will rock Billy’s shit right now-

•Damn that entire sauna scene was fucking intense.I remember everyone talking about the part where El collapsed in Mike’s arms when this season first came out because supposedly Mille was exhausted so it was genuine.

•All those poor,every day people now slaves to the Mind Flayer.

Chapter 5:

•ELEVEN AIN’T PLAYING NO GAMES FORREAL

•Really thought Nancy was about to become a flayed

•Jim is such a fucking idiot

•Nevermind…no he’s still an idiot

•”Nerd (derogatory)”

•LEAVE STEVIE ALONE

Chapter 6:

Nothing in particular really stuck out to me enough to comment on it,but damn shit is getting real

•I feel so bad for the flayed.The way they bodies just deteriorate and absorb into the Mind Flayer is haunting

•Boop

Chapter 7:

•I did not know the “spare me spare me spare me” audio from TikTok came from this damn show 💀

•Murray is really growing on me and I’ve loved Alexei from the start

•”Dustin!”

“Mike!” THEY’RE SO CUTE

•That throw up close up was not needed

•SHES 🌈✨GAAAAAAAAAAY✨🌈 i spoiled that for myself a long time ago,but it was still nice to finally hear

•Them just laughing in Dustin’s face please-

•SWEET ALEXEI I KNOW YOU DIE SOON AND IMMA GONNA MISS YOU

•AELEXI NOOOOOOOOOOO

•KILL HIM JIM!KILL THE BAD MAN WHO MURDERED MY BABY!

•Y E S FINALLY!!

•NO HE’S ALIVE

•E L E V E N

•I love the fucking meet ups and recaps bruh they’re my favorite part!!

•E w a baby flayer is inside El

Chapter 8:

•EWEWEWEWEWEWEW

•Jim reacting to Erica is killing me

•”You bald bastard!”

•ITS SUZIE OMG

•THE SINGING THE S I N G I N G

•Look at his smile!Suzie makes him so happy!

•That had to be embarrassing for Max omg

•YEA STUPID RUSSIAN MAN GO BOOM

•Alright Billy’s death was a little sad

•Jim’s “death” would have been a lot sadder if I didn’t know he didn’t actually die

•NO EL’S LOOKING FOR HIM

•”They’re so hot.They’re so very hot.” DIDN’T KNOW THAT WAS FROM THIS DAMN SHOW EITHER

•Dustin is so over them please

•NO ARE YOU KIDDING ME THE BYERS ARE STILL LEAVING

•Awe Will :(((

•Awe big brother Dustin and Erica i’m gonna cry!

•I know this man ain’t really dead and this is still getting to me

•Where tf did they get a demo-dog

Season 4

Chapter 1:

•Why does he write like that

•Was that…Eleven?

•SMOKIN THAT WEED SMOKIN THAT FIYA

•El’s dumbass class mates are gonna piss me off I already know it

•BOOBIES

•LUCAS

•”You’ve been on the bench all year.” Mike I’ll shank you

•Helen Keller…be fuckin forreal

•”I chose my dad” Sweet girl :((

•”More like diarrhea” SHUT THE FUCK UP

•First thought after the footsies thing:”Will,she’s cute!”

Second thought: LEAVE MY GAY SON ALONE

•Ain’t no way Max popping pills now.Hopefully that was for the headaches mentioned earlier.

•Awe shit it’s Eddie

•CHRISSY AND EDDIE SITTING IN A TREE

•That damn old ass teacher did not have to say that so loud

•I KN E E E W SHE GONNA TRY TO USE HER POWERS FUCK THE 2ND HAND EMBARRASSMENT OMG

•The letter sent chills through my body

•Oh Lord Tammy comin

•YAAAAAAAS ERICA

•LETS GO LUCAS LETS GO

•COME ON SINCLAIRS DO IT FOR THE PEOPLE

•FUCK YEAH!!!!!!

•Thought Eddie was overhyped,but he honestly is pretty fucking beautiful

•CHRISSY WAKE UUUUP

•WHAT IS THAT

•EW HER LIMBS

•Honestly that was probably the scariest scene of Stranger Things I’ve seen so far

Chapter 2:

•…Jim surviving honestly made it seem kinda stupid that they didn’t at least make sure he was actually dead

•Officer Powell the chief?I AIN’T MAD AT IT MY BROTHA

•WHAT THE HELL WHY WOULDN’T HE HUG HIM?

•”Or is he the very savior this town needs?“ You can’t say shit like that.You’re gonna make the man anxious

•Get the elephant?Excuse me?!?!

•On not an…actual elephant…still pretty bad though

•Poor Will :((

•Kinda feel bad for Jason but I know he’s about to go try to kill Eddie

•Awe Steve’s jealous

•BRO WHAT THAT ESCALATED SO QUICKLY 

•Argyle is killing me bruh

•Got me stressed out and it’s not even my girlfriend!” PLEASE

•My poor baby Jane

•Why did she just…not bother to look in the woods?

•Oh Lord tf is this

“The Motherland is giving very much…giving very muuch-

•El honey you want me to shank her??I’LL DO IT FR

•Damn she practically did it herself

•…Personally,I’m proud of her

Chapter 3:

•”On my mother!” Well I’m glad he’s telling the truth,because I would have been dead

•Poor Fred

•So if Vecna feeds on guilty consciences,what the hell did Chrissy do to her mom?

•”Because it was men of science,men like you,who created this problem in the first place.” I meeeeean

•SHIT THEY’RE BLAMING IT ON EL

•But she’s all the way in California.They better take that into consideration first

•Oh God damnit I forgot about the mind travel thingy

•Mike literally shut the fuck up

•Wait she’s felling guilty now…FUCK FUCK FUCK

•Aw shit they locking Jane up

•”I’m missing collar bones,not eyes.” I love my sassy son

•LUCAS CAN’T BE FUCKING FORREAL

•FINNS A TRAITOR

•…Nevermind

•Oh Vecna feeds on depression too

•OH NO MAX IS NEXT

Chapter 4:

•”It looks like I die tomorrow.” Sweet girl they won’t let that happen!…We’ll I know it kinda does but shhhhh

•It’s nice to see Mike and Will having a real conversation again.Even if it is still about El.

•I fucking love Argyle

•The fact that Steve got a letter too like I know obviously right? with all they’ve been through but it’s STILL SO SWEET OMG I HAVE TEARS BEHIND MY EYES

•Bruh the fact that Robin can’t walk in kitten heels

•YES ROBIN YES

•That ankle thing gon’ hurt my ankles every time

•Was NOT expecting that explosion to be that big

•Oh God he’s onto them

•WAIT MIKE ACTUALLY SAID ALL THAT SHIT?I LITERALLY THOUGHT WILL WAS DAYDREAMING

•THE PEANUT BUTTER

•His poor feet

•WHAT THE FUCK YURI

•They drank so much of that damn coffee

•Omg there was actually a baby on fire!

•That poor man and his family

•His full name is William?I have never understood why Billy is used as a nickname for William

•Vecna really had to come for her right after she poured out her heart like that?

•Steve’s such a good big brother

•Oh Lord,Billy’s back

•Dustin could have broke something with how he feel off that damn platform

•Dustin heard the answer is music and was like BET

•OMG CHRISSY

•AND FRED

•”IF I ONlY COOOULD,I’D MAKE A DEAL WITH GOOOD”

•HER FLASHBACKS OF EVERYONE IM BOUT TO CRY

•GO MAX GO

•SHE STILL HERE BITCHES

•Shouldn’t have watched this right before having to get ready for work bc now I wanna binge and I can’t

Chapter 5:

•Poor Argyle honestly.He didn’t ask to be wrapped up in this mess

•Please the way El’s eyes widen when he said she was bigger than Madonna to them

•NOT HIM

•Home???FUCK THAT

•My poor Jim.HE WAS ALMOST HOME

•JOYCE SAID SHE HAD THREE KIDS OMG MY HEART

•”The justice system’s a goddamn joke.” The old man’s not wrong

•Oh,its the house

•Welp,El’s bald again

•On a serious note,this is genuinely really sad.She must be going through so much post traumatic stress.

•W ha t is happening

•Argyle had the most realistic reaction to everything

•Jim just made me very sad

•The way Dustin and Steve interact is hilarious

•THEY’RE BICKERING LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE

•SUZIEEEEEE

•These poor children,there really are so many of them.These fucking doctors are twisted,especially “pAPa”

•PROUD OF YOU MURRAY…MOSTLY

•Well hopefully Jason GETS IT NOW.Anyways,RIP Patrick

•SHE’S BACK BITCHES

•Not yet ig

Chapter 6:

•Poor Wallace

•ARGYLE IS IN LOVE

•Jason should be a Pastor

•Just had to get the black dude out first

•YAY ELEVEN

•Enzo and Jim better stay friends after this shit is over…if he doesn’t die…I REALLY HOPE HE DOESN’T DIE

•Not them hot boxing the van

•”I wAs hOlDinG bAck” sure babes,sure

•Can we talk about how Eleven was SO tony when this memory was actually happening?!

•Max said GIMME THEM DAMN BINOCULARS

•If this is the way Steve dies,if Steve dies IN GENERAL,I’m gonna be very pissed

Chapter 7:

•Stupid fucking Tumblr ft. my dumbass phone decided to malfunction so it closed the app without saving the previous notes I wrote about this episode so OH WELL I GUESS

•So 001 actually killed everyone and 011 gotten wrongfully blamed?

•WAAAAAAIT ONE’S THE SOOOOOOOON

•At first he was making sense…then he started to kill a rabbit and lost me

•It’s the circle game without the circles

•YES LITTLE ELEVEN

•He really just refused to die

Chapter 8:

•Finally the “THIS IS MUSIC” scene

•Why do Nancy and Eddie kinda look alike?

•”She misses her dad.” 😭😭😭

•EW they have so many!

•!!NSFW!! Completely random,but I’d love to have a Jim,Joyce,and Enzo foursome.

•THERES ARE GIRL

•JONATHAN KNOWS WHATS UUUUP

•Will,my sweet boy!!!

•I ship Steve and Eddie so hard

•”If only I had some practice.” HE LITERALLY JUST CALLED THEM HIS KIDS

•NOOO ROBIN MY BELOVED IM SO SORRY

•YOU TELL HIM ELLIE BABY

•Sweet father and son moment between Eddie and Dustin,I’m literally unwell

•Goodbye,Papa.

Chapter 9:

•Joyce said LET ME GET MY DICK IN PEACE PLEASE

•ERICA BE CAREFUL

•Loving Joyce and Jim’s matching coats

•The surfer dude interaction was amazing

•The fact that Argyle is making a fucking pizza rn

•Steve that’s sweet and all obviously but…JONATHAN

•THE NOTES!LUMAX MY SWEET BABIES!

•Pineapple pizza is actually pretty decent…please don’t hurt me

•I’M SO GLAD WILL AND JONATHAN HAD THAT TALK,WILL REALLY NEEDED THAT MY SWEET BOY

•El’s socks are cute

•”I imagined him crashing.Dying in that stupid car.” Damn,Max.Can’t say I don’t agree though

•BITCH IF Y’ALL DON’T LEAVE MY CHILD ALONE (talking about Erica btw)

•HE DID NOT JUST FUCKING TACKLE HER WHAT THE HELL

•I fucking love Dustin and Eddie so much pls-

•THEY’RE ALL LOOOOOSE?!

•Poor Max was just chilling in her favorite memory and now balloons are bursting with blood

•JASON GO AWAY OMFG

•Joyce’s little pout is so cute

•”DIE!DIE!DIE!”

•Ngl,Steve’s choking face was kinda funny

•RUN JIM RUN

•I CAN FEEL EDDIE’S NEARING,I’M SO UNWELL

•EDDIE NO NO NO

•DUSTIN HONEY DON’T CRY

•FINALLY ELEVEN GODDAMN

•DID DUSTIN JUST BREAK HIS FUCKING ARM

•NO BABY KEEPING RUNNING!IT’S OKAY TO RUN THIS TIME P L E A S E

•”I piggybacked from a pizza dough freezer” Eleven please

•Oh it’s his leg that’s broken,no his arm

•Well,you tried Max.

•EDDIE PLEASE

•FIGHT EVERYBODY!FUCK SHIT UP!

•MAX IS BREAKING HOLY SHIT

•Murray actually had a really big hand in saving everyone!LETS GO MURRAY

•Ew,crispy demo-dog

•Where tf did that sword come from

•BURN BABY BURN

•GO FOR THE HEAD HOP

•YESSSSSS

•YURI REDEMPTION ARC

•”I didn’t run away this time,did I?” NO YOU DIDN’T BABY,YOU DID SO GOOD

•THEY SAID I LOVE YOU OH MY GOOOOD

•MAX PLEASE I SWEAR IF YOU DIE TOO

•OH NO,EL’S SEEING IT TOO

•Caleb’s acting has been falling a little flat all season,but this scene ALONE deserves an Emmy

•Damn…bye bye Justin

•BUT VECNA IS DEAD,HOW IS EVERYTHING STILL HAPPENING

•Damn,everybody leaving

•Are they deadass?They see tentacles coming up from the ground and still think a little high schooler had something to do with the killings?!?!

•YAS THE MEET UP!

•AWE THEY BOTH HUGGED DUSTIN!THEY DON’T KNOW YET BUT HE NEEDED THAT

•Oh Steve :(

•THE WAY THEY KEEP THREEWAY HUGGING,I’M GONNA LOSE MY SHIT IT’S SO CUTE

•Awwww,Lucas and El.They’ve come a long way

•Robin looks GOODT

•Steve is so proud,love him

•THE FACT THAT UNCLE MUNSON HAD TO CHANGE HIS MISSING PICTURE

•Dustin,my sweet boy :(((

•Uncle Munson,I’m so sorry

•Was confused as to why they were trying to hide El,then I remembered she’s still wanted by the government

•AHHHGHHGG DAD AND DAUGHTER BACK TOGETHER AGAIN

•There relationship will always make me so happy

•BITCHIN’

•”I’m happy you went to your conference.” I’M NOT OKAY

•AHHHH IN LAW HUG

•…Awe shit.

(To be continued)

[botwstoriesandsuch]

hey Kip! I’m sending asks into different writer’s askboxes, inquiring about cool themes/development facts/stuff the author wants to share about their personal favorite work of their own. What’s yours? :)

Ok so this ask is old and when I first got it I was like “dang I don’t really have a lot to talk about, what should I talk about I could those revalink headcanons the Kip Cut that turned into a working fic uhh hmm maybe I’ll just make something new to talk about real quick” and then I did and now there is a 12+ chapter Revalink fic in my drafts and I’m gonna talk about that now, whoopsie doopsie [click "j" to skip]

aHEM, OK so allow me to break out the primary school white board because yeah, I have a lot of thoughts and the oxford comma has not yet made it’s home into my brain. oh and spoilers for paraphrase. for both all of Chapter one and future events in later chapters, but it’s really nothing you couldn’t surmise from the AO3 tags

so I really wanted to tell the story of Revali and Link learning and struggling to love again after the less-than-fortunate events of Botw, but I wanted a...how you say...fresher, approach on the subject? Like I know we always say that fanfic writers writing the same tropes and stories time and time again is good because we eat that shit up--but at the same time I had asian parenting as was told never to half ass anything ever, no matter what. So now I'm gay and extra and have depression maybe and oh would you look at that @motherhyrule has dropped a beautiful revalink prompt right into my lap

Great so now that we have, that, I shall take you on the step by step process on how to make a :sparkles: story. So step one is to spend at least five to eleven business days for your white board to dismantle your genre and themes and work them around your character arcs. Luckily I have prepared one ahead of time

s*breaks out those laser pointers that uni professors use* So let's start with defining genre. As define because I HATE you, fuck you. I want you to suffer and writhe on the ground, motherfucker. How dare you think that I would give you nothing but pure predictable fluff, fuck you and yours

is the set of expectations that your audience has when consuming a piece of media

And the great thing about fanfiction is that unlike movies or book where the genres are more vague like, "oh it's a noir mystery genre. so there's a crime, maybe a murder, and a detective and a criminal." or "oh it's a teen romance. so there's some white people and a morally questionable six-pack 18 year old love interest that will be painted as desirable for some reason" BUT with fanfiction HALF of the work out the window, because as soon as you see those #revalink #aro sidon #zelpha #revali is an idiot and #found family tags you already know what's up.

Now what's so great about genre and expectation? Well the fun thing about it is that

I will use it to fucking break you.

... ... ...

<3 For example! <3

In Chapter 1: Holes, you already expect there to be revalink, you already expect them to be soulmates with the soulmarks and there's angst and yadayada ya. Revali and Link have to match because thatttss what this is all about, this is about them! This is about cute, little soulmarks and romantic words!

But whoooopsie doopsie [disney channel laugh track plays] they DON'T match anymore! Link's got a different mark! The number one rule of this entire genre has been broken whoooooooooooooooops. *ba dum tiss*

You might notice with a lot of my writing that I do this a lot, this whole..."oop but there's one little thing that's different." TebaSaki sick fic? Ok cool, but what if Teba burns an irreplaceable relic of the Rito champion to fight a wizzrobe first to characterize why his dumbass clicks with Saki. Mipha deciding to persue Link? Ok what if she chases after a dragon to externalize this conflict as she pierces it's flesh for a scale. Link fighting a Lynel? Ok but what if it's actually a sidlink angst fic in disguise and it's also world building on how Link deals with the bloodmoon that erases all of his efforts which is sort of similar to how his existence was erased from Hyrule 100 years ago mwaahahaha! Ok now that I say this outloud I think I just have a pattern of using fight scenes to externalize character growth. I like fight scenes...anyways.

I think another great thing about the realm of fanfiction is that with the tagging system, I can basically use a chekhov's gun sort of deal, without doing any writing. You know I'm gonna use that gun marked "soulmates" but you don't know when I'm gonna shoot it, and you SURE as hell don't know how.

And huzzah! One of the main points of conflict both drives the tension between Revali and Link, solidifies the unique genre and setting of this world, while also creating a new mystery that will carry over for the next few chapters.

Is Revali right in that Link's rebirth makes him destined for someone new now? What will Link do with the information that his soulmark has changed? Why did it change? Did Revali's change as well? How does anything fucking work right now?

And sure, you might be able to tell where things will end with them, but you sure as fuck will not know how because I HATE you. Fuck you. I want you to suffer and writhe on the ground, motherfucker. How dare you think that I would give you nothing but pure predictable fluff. I am not your goddamn fairy godmother, I will do as I fucking please. You will suffer as you fucking deserve, fuck you and your little tiny--

/j

Oh! But you might have noticed on my little planning whiteboard thing that there was a little T-Chart! For Revali and Link! That's because the next important thing besides plot (and in a lot of cases, including this one, it's argued to be even MORE important than plot) is

~CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT~

[to the tune of that history of the world video on youtube]

So yes, it's a little T-Chart outlining their character views in relation to the themes. And the great thing about themes is that they're not something you can necessarily predict in the same way you can with the genre and plot.

But now see, I'm very lazy so I'm just gonna plagiarize @hyrule-kingdom-updates thingy [that you should read btw] because they said my point quite clear enough

Now I don't really need to care about those points about bond and relationships and being understood, because I'm dealing with already established canon characters. I'm not some NERD who dabbles with entire casts of ocs who even cares about ocs not me that's for sure ahaahahaahahahahahaahahahahahAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *cries in my orphaned WTTU fic* AHAHAHA*sobs*DONT FUCKING LOOK AT ME THAT WAY I SWEAR--

/j I love ocs

But the points I do wanna focus on is the idea that characters provide new perspectives on the theme, and that characters growth can be tracked based on their wants, lies, and needs.

So see, themes can be predicted the same as genre/plot because while you can have the same fanfic plots and tropes, theme will always vary!

Sometimes it's a journey of selfworth with Revali! Sometimes it's an exploration of trauma with Link. Sometimes it's about how you deal with the vulnerabilities of love with Mipha. Sometimes there's straight up NOOOO theme, and people just be fucking, and kissing, and baking, and having a good time. And that is totally fine too!

But I'm not a fucking coward.

I'm gonna weave in themes with my plot, because I fucking can.

I'm not a weakling like you.

Do you hear me, 2019 Kip? Do you hear me Demmers? Do you hear me Quill? I'm coming for your ass. You think you're so great, but I'm coming for you. Rest assured that your graves will be as deep as your sculptured pride--

Heeeere is that T-Chart again, plus more!

yyyyyYou might notice that Revali and Link are quite parallel, to paraphrase. Ayoooo, see what I did there? *dabs* I'm a genius. Anywho

They both start off the same way: 100 years ago they were in love and happy. Basically the equivalent of childish naivety. For the first time in their lives, life is whimsical and charming, and they make each other happy. In fact, it's almost a flaw with how they perceive this happiness. But don't worry! It doesn't last long!

You know what happens.

I think the chart is pretty self explanatory. Revali builds walls fast enough to give a republican a wet dream. Meanwhile Link makes every aromantic in the chat groan with his doubled down sentiments in the idea that his chances of being truly happy again are gone.

Now, I can't exactly describe the full on process of the inbetweens, and where Revali and Link are gonna go from here, because...you have to read it for yourself! Heehee...but something I did think was fun was how these character views on the themes are revealed. Because you'll notice that, I never give exposition. Ever.

Ok well, let me rephrase that. I never give exposition scenes. I will never give you a big LOTR fancy wizard scene explaining the ins and outs of a character's question or the world's magic or whatever. I'm a very impatient Kip, and I value efficiency. Nonono, it's all about multi tasking, baby!

Chapter 1: Holes is divided into three parts.

Post 100 Years - Medoh (Establishes Ghost Rev/Bonk Head Link's view)

100 Years Ago - Flight Range (Establishes old Revalink views)

Post 100 years - Mark (Develops Ghost Rev/Bonk Head Link's view in contrast to who they once were)

I think the way that you structure flashbacks is incredible vital, as it's a very quick way to characterize people without having them say stuff like "I used to be like you, until I took an arrow to the knee" or whatever.

And with the main structure of the chapters and the fic as a whole is focus on their characters, that means I can hide whatever other stuff I want in those scenes, becuase you're too busy absorbing the fun character stuff to realizing I'm giving you boring exposition. Like for example:

Post 100 Years - Medoh and Mark

Foreshadowing for the end of the fic

Set up connection to Medoh with Revali

Link has defeated Windblight

Link has been visiting Revali every night for the past few days

Link has already met Kass and presumably Teba

Link doesn't have the Mastersword

Revali's Gale is still an ability that needs master and practice on Link's end

And that's just some of the stuff.

And see, the only reason I can efficiently give all of this information regarding character, and even exposition, is because of the theme. The themes make everything relevant, and everything circles and encompasses one another, so there's absolutely no wasted space. I mean don't even get me started on how it's gonna be to characterize the other characters around this

I don't wanna talk about the other characters too much either because that's spoilers, but you can probably take a gandar based on my notes.

And oh my god this is just on the theme of the faults that come with "soulmates" and "true love" and all that, and how even magical destined relationships still require work and effort, and that no one thing or person solves all your problems. And that's not even TOUCHING the shit on trauma and scars. I didn't think it was even possible for me to talk about botw without touching on that, ha. Ah well, I've been talking for too long.

Revalink has a lot o' writing potential so das pretty cool yeah, I am excite

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Under Your Scars, an Amphibia Fanfiction

(TW for panic attacks. Takes place post-canon with aged-up characters.)

Marcy has been together with Anne for one year now and wants to make their anniversary special, but memories of what happened in Amphibia all those years ago threaten to bring everything crashing down.

Thankfully for Marcy, Sasha is there to hold her together while she falls apart.

AO3 Link

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The shower knob squeaked as it was turned to the right, cutting off the steady stream of warm water. Steam filled the tiny apartment bathroom as Marcy Wu stepped out of the shower, water dripping down her in rivets, eyes shut tight. Quick as a flash the nineteen-year-old STEM major whipped the fluffy green towel off the bar beside the sink, wrapping it tightly around her torso.

 It was only when she was fully covered that Marcy dared open her eyes.

 She wiped the condensation away from the mirror, brushing her wet hair away from her eyes. She popped open the medicine cabinet above the sink, removing her toothbrush and toothpaste before gently closing the door. As she cleaned her teeth, the mint of the toothpaste tingling against her tongue, Marcy ran though her to-do list in her head. A paradoxical mix of anticipation and apprehension roiled in her gut.

 Today was hers and Anne’s anniversary.

 Marcy still couldn’t believe it had been a full year since she and Anne Boonchuy had officially started dating. A full year since Anne had first taken Marcy’s hands in her own, blushing and stuttering, asking if Marcy wanted to have dinner together that weekend. Not with Sasha as they usually did; just the two of them. Marcy had been stunned into silence, a silence that Anne had initially taken for a rejection that had her stammering out an apology looking close to tears.

 Marcy’s senses had returned to her just in time, and she’d practically screamed yes, of  course she’d go out with Anne.

 In hindsight it seemed natural that the two girls would end up together. They’d been friends since kindergarten, complimenting each other perfectly. Anne would be the one to look out for Marcy and keep her safe, while Marcy would be the one to help Anne with the schoolwork she always struggled with. Along with their mutual friend Sasha Waybright, they completed each other, made each other whole.

 Granted there had been some… complications in their adolescence. Complications that were exacerbated by circumstances that most teenagers couldn’t imagine dealing with. But in the end the three had worked through everything, coming out with a stronger friendship, a  genuine  friendship. A friendship that had naturally segued into romance for Anne and Marcy, with Sasha fully supportive of her oldest friends getting together.

 Now it was time to celebrate one year of their relationship.

 The day had gotten off to a great start already, Marcy waking up to find that Anne had already gotten up and prepared a full breakfast of all their favorite foods. They laughed and joked as they ate, finding simple joy in each other’s presence. They talked about Anne’s work and Marcy’s schooling, and how much they were looking forward to the reservation they’d made at that new Italian restaurant for dinner tonight.

 Marcy felt her face heat up as she finished brushing, spitting the foamy mixture into the sink. Their dinner date wasn’t until eight in the evening, it was a little after eleven now, and Anne would be back from working the lunch shift at her parent’s restaurant around two. Meaning they’d have almost the entire day all to themselves. And Marcy wanted it to be  special. 

 After a year together, after a year of going no further than heavy make-out sessions, she’d decided it was finally time to take things with Anne to the next level.

 Feeling that her hair was dry enough, Marcy retrieved the hair dryer from the cabinet. She closed the door again, and froze at the sight of her reflection.

 Her towel had slipped ever-so-slightly, exposing a triangular patch of pale-pink skin just below her collarbone, extending to underneath the fabric.

 Marcy felt her breath hitch as the memories came flooding back to her.

 Memories of her arguing with her parents on that autumn day. 

 Running from her house in tears, screaming that they were ruining her life.

 Finding the Calamity Box in the pawn shop.

 Remembering the book from the library, thinking it had to be a coincidence, that there’s no  way it would actually work.

 Then, the fateful decision: what’s the harm in trying?

 Marcy felt her hands start to tremble. The memories came faster.

 Standing outside the pawn shop with Sasha while Anne stole the music box.

 Seeing a blinding flash when Anne opened the box at the park.

 Landing in a city straight out of one of her video games.

 Meeting him. The “good king” who took in a confused and frightened visitor from another world. The man who housed, studied with her, gave her a crossbow as a gift and taught her how to shoot. An adult who actually listened to what she had to say, who encouraged her to embrace her own interests rather than force his ideals on her.

 Being made the head of an entire military branch. Going on thrilling missions and daring adventures, just like her favorite fantasy novels.

 Then, meeting Anne again after so many months apart.

 Marcy’s eyes started to burn, welling up with tears. More memories, slamming into her like a physical force.

 Feeling such hope and joy as she was reunited with her oldest friend.

 Showing her the city. Introducing her to King Andrias.

 Doing research on the music box so that the girls could finally get home. Just like Anne wanted.

 Letting her go so she could spend just a little more time with her surrogate frog family.

 Watching Anne dash through the streets, leaving Marcy alone.

 Then, seven words from King Andrias that would again change the course of her life: “I have a proposition for you, Marcy… ”

 Marcy’s legs trembled, and she dropped the hairdryer and gripped the counter to steady herself as she tried desperately to get her breathing under control. Not helping was that the motion had caused her towel to drop further, exposing even more of that damned scar. The memories wouldn’t stop.

 Travelling across Amphibia with Anne and the Plantars on a quest to charge the stones of the Calamity Box.

 Meeting Sasha again after so much time apart, who seemed to have truly grown and turned over a new leaf.

 Lying to both of them about going home.

 Returning to Newtopia with the fully-charged box in tow.

 Watching in shock as Sasha and Grime stabbed them in the back and launched a full-blown toad rebellion.

 Watching in horror as Anne exploded at Sasha, ending their friendship right then and there.

 Thinking that it was fine, this was fine, they’d had their spats before, Marcy could fix this like she always did.

 Working with Anne, the Plantars, Yunan and Olivia to free King Andrias and crush the rebellion.

 Then, the moment everything came crashing down.

  Keep it together, Marcy thought to herself in the bathroom, shutting her eyes tight. She bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as her mind was assaulted with sounds and images. Not today. Not today…

 Listening in stunned shock to Andrias’s delusional ranting.

 Watching the Calamity Box light up the castle, feeling the entire structure rise into the sky as a small army of robots seemed to show up out of nowhere.

 Pleading with Andrias that this wasn’t supposed to happen, this wasn’t part of the plan.

 Standing there helpless as Andrias coldly revealed the truth in front of everyone.

 Desperately trying to explain things to Anne and Sasha. Sasha backing away in anger and disgust. Anne looking at Marcy with such hurt, such betrayal.

  You did that to them, a voice whispered in the back of Marcy’s brain. You tore them from their homes, their lives, put them through hell. It was all you, Marcy.

 Fighting Andrias’ robots alongside everyone.

 Staring in horror as Andrias cruelly dropped Sprig to his death.

 Diving out the window after them, whistling for Joe Sparrow to fly in and save them both. It was the least she could do. He  was Anne’s best friend, after all.

 Returning to the castle with Sprig in tow, watching in awe as Anne laid the hurt down on Andrias, using powers that none of the girls understood at the time.

 Grabbing the music box, using it to open a portal home. Anne and the Plantars rushing through while Sasha and Grime held off Andrias.

 And then.

 Pain.

 Pain unlike anything Marcy had ever felt.

 Looking down to see the glowing tip of Andrias’s sword protruding from her chest.

 Hearing the stone-cold voice of the man she thought she could trust: “Now look what you made me do.”

 Pain.

 Using her last breath to apologize as her body went numb.

  Pain.

 Hearing Anne’s anguished cry as the world around Marcy faded away.

  Pain pain pain such horrible pain-

 Marcy practically ripped the medicine cabinet open, grabbing her anti-panic attack medication. She untwisted the cap and, despite her shaking, managed to get a single pill out and popped it into her mouth. She slammed the cabinet door shut and turned on the faucet, collecting water in her cupped hands and taking a huge gulp.

 Unfortunately, her rapid movements sent the towel tumbling to the floor, leaving that goddamned scar on full display. 

 An ugly, thick, jagged line of pale-pink, starting below her collarbone, crossing down over her heart and ending just below her right breast.

 A permanent reminder of the biggest mistake of Marcy’s life. A mistake that had nearly gotten her killed. Almost got her  friends  killed.  Could have killed them at several points, if things had gone just a little bit differently.

 Aside from the doctors she’d seen when their adventure in Amphibia was over, she’d never shown  anyone the full scar. Not her parents, not Sasha, not even Anne.

 In her mind’s eye she saw Anne staring at her bare chest, recoiling in shock and horror from the sight of the scar. A reminder of the one who uprooted Anne from everything she knew on her thirteenth birthday and dropped her into a hostile new world that had almost killed her multiple times.

 She heard Anne’s words from all those years ago echo in her ears: “How could you?! I’ve been missing my family, my life!”

 Marcy tore out of the bathroom, eyes shut against the sting of her tears. She sprinted to the bedroom and threw herself onto the bed, not daring to open her eyes until she had pulled the comforter over her still-damp form and covered her scar. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, her vision was blurry, her heart slammed against her ribcage, and a sensation of pins and needles settled in her hands and feet.

 Marcy curled herself tight into a ball on the bed she shared with Anne. Sweet, kind, wonderful Anne who was hard at work right now, who would walk through the front door in just a few hours expecting to spend a magical anniversary with her girlfriend.

 That thought did little to calm Marcy down.

 She reached for her phone on the nightstand. It wasn’t easy with her hands trembling the way they were, but she managed to pull up Sasha’s name and hit the call button. Marcy waited for what felt like an eternity as the phone rang until, mercifully, it was answered on the second ring.

  “What’s up girlfriend?” Sasha Waybright asked casually.

 “S-sasha?” Marcy choked out.

  “Marcy?!”  Sasha’s tone changed in a heartbeat. “What’s the matter? Where are you?”

 “Apartment. Anxiety attack. It’s r-really bad this time…”

  “Hang on, I’m on my way!”

 Sasha hung up. Marcy let the phone slip from her hand and she curled up tighter, trying to focus on her breathing.

 Several minutes later, Marcy heard the front door unlock and Sasha’s voice call out: “Marcy?!”

 “In here,” Marcy managed to reply.

 Sasha came rushing into the bedroom. The blond woman took one look at the scene on the bed and gasped, hand going to her mouth.

 “S-sorry to bother you,” Marcy said with a forced smile, craning her neck to look. “I-I didn’t have anyone else to call…”

 “Marcy it’s okay,” Sasha said right away. She crossed the room and laid down on the bed, wrapping her arms around Marcy and pulling her close. One hand went to Marcy’s wet black hair, stroking gently. “It’s okay, just breathe with me. Breathe, Marcy. In and out. In…”

 Marcy took a shaky breath, holding it in.

 “And out.”

 She forced herself to exhale slowly, the tears still falling.

 “In… and out…”

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It took several minutes, but the combination of Sasha’s comforting presence and the medication managed to calm Marcy down. After making sure Marcy was okay, Sasha laid out a t-shirt and some sweatpants for her before heading out to the kitchen to fix her something to eat. It took every ounce of Marcy’s energy to pull herself out of bed, quickly putting the shirt on first to get that scar covered. She pulled on her pants and shuffled out of the bedroom, moving at a slow and steady pace.

 “Hey Mar-Mar,” Sasha said gently. She was sitting on the living room couch, two bowls of mint chocolate-chip ice cream placed on the coffee table in front of her. “Hope you don’t mind but I raided your freezer.”

 “It’s fine,” Marcy said with a small smile. She grabbed one of the bowls and shoveled a huge spoonful into her mouth. The pleasant taste of mint spread across her tongue as she crunched chocolate chunks between her teeth. “Sasha I’m so sorry for dragging you over here-”

 “Uh-uh-uh!” Sasha said firmly. “I don’t wanna hear any of that junk. You know I’m always here for you and Anne, no matter what.” She paused to eat some of her own ice cream. “So… it was really bad this time, huh?”

 Marcy shuddered as she thought back to her panic attack in the bathroom. “Yeah. I haven’t had an attack that bad in a long time.”

 “If you don’t mind me asking, do you know what triggered it?”

 An image of Anne recoiling at the sight of Marcy’s scar tried to force its way into Marcy’s brain, but she derailed that train of thought.

 “Well… do you know what today is?” Marcy asked.

 “Your’s and Anne’s anniversary,” Sasha answered instantly. She furrowed her brow. “What, did you guys have a fight or something?” Sasha’s eyes widened. “You didn’t forget, did you?”

 “No no no!” Marcy said quickly, waving her hands. “No, everything’s fine between us. And it’s been going great so far: we had a nice breakfast this morning and have a reservation at the new Italian place tonight.”

 “Then what’s the problem?”

 Marcy paused, a blush settling over her cheeks. “Well… Anne gets home from work in a few hours, and then we have a few hours before dinner. I wanted the two of us to have a… special time together. If you know what I mean.”

 Sasha pursed her lips in thought, then her eyes widened and she smirked. “Oh I get you,” she said teasingly. “Finally gonna kick things up a notch, huh? Marcy you dog.”

 Marcy gave a small smile and blushed deeper at Sasha’s playful ribbing.

 “So what are you worried about? Do you need anything ‘special’ to spice things up? ‘Cause there’s a shop like three blocks from here, I can tag along if you’re nervous about going by your-”

 “No, that’s not the issue,” Marcy said quickly before her face could burst into flames. She gave a heavy sigh. “I’m just worried about… this.”

 She grabbed her shirt collar and pulled it down just enough to expose the top part of her scar.

 Sasha furrowed her brow. “Your scar? What’s the big deal about that?” Her eyes widened and she winced. “Er not to say your scar isn't important, I mean! I know that it’s from a major time in our lives a-and I’m not trying to downplay the crazy shit you went through, I just-”

 “It’s okay, I get what you mean,” Marcy said. She sighed heavily. “But that’s… kind of my problem.”

 “Uh, I’m not following you.”

 Marcy sighed heavily. “It’s just… when you get down to it,  everything we went through in Amphibia was because of me. I was the one who found the Calamity Box. I was the one who knew exactly what it would do. I helped you pressure Anne into stealing it, all because I couldn’t face being alone.”

 Marcy felt her eyes start to burn as the tears welled up again, and she quickly wiped them away. “I didn’t wanna be alone, and I ripped you guys away from your lives and families! I dropped you into a dangerous world, a place that could’ve gotten you guys killed!”  The tears welled up again and Marcy’s voice hitched as she went on. “And then I lied to you both about going home! I-I just assumed you guys would want to keep going on adventures with me forever, I never even considered your feelings! I was so blinded by my desires that I didn’t even realize a power-hungry tyrant was playing me like a fiddle! And he… h-he...”

 Sasha’s arms shot out, pulling Marcy into a tight hug. “It’s okay, Marcy,” she said softly. “Everything’s okay. Just breathe.”

 Marcy took several deep, shuddering breaths. She could feel another attack welling up inside her, but the medication kept it in check. Sasha held her for a few more minutes until Marcy felt calm enough to continue.

 “This scar is a permanent reminder of everything I put us through,” Marcy said when she pulled away. She subconsciously traced her hand across the scar over her shirt. “It’s something I’ll be living with for the rest of my life. Most of the time I can’t even look at it without triggering an attack. And I guess I’m just… afraid of Anne seeing it, okay? What if she sees it and remembers that everything she went through was  my fault? What if…”

 Marcy paused for a long while, looking down. When she spoke again, her voice was barely a whisper. “What if she realizes just how horrible I am?”

 Sasha reached out to put a comforting hand on Marcy’s shoulder. 

 “Oh Mar-Mar…” she said gently, a soft smile gracing her features. “You’re such an idiot.”

 Marcy looked up sharply. “Huh?”

 “You really think Anne’s gonna leave you over something like that?” Sasha chuckled and shook her head. “For someone so smart, you can be pretty damn stupid sometimes. Anne is crazy about you Marcy. You should hear the way she goes on about you during our girls’ nights. There’s no way in hell she’d leave you over everything that happened all those years ago.”

 “But I was the one who-”

 “And that’s another thing! You’re putting way too much blame on yourself for that mess. Sure you might have found the box but I was the one who convinced Anne to swipe it. And you’re not the only one who made some big mistakes in Amphibia.” She chuckled. “I mean at least Andrias tricked you. I willingly tried to start a violent uprising to overthrow the government.”

 Marcy rolled her eyes. “And look what happened when we stopped you.”

 Sasha shrugged. “Yeah, but hindsight is a bitch like that.” She gently grabbed Marcy’s chin to turn her head towards Sasha, looking Marcy in the eye as she continued.

 “Look, I’m not trying to downplay your mistakes. Because you made some  big  ones, I’m not denying that. We all made mistakes, but we all owned up to them. We learned from them so we could become better people. And you’re forgetting the important thing of all: we forgave you. Anne and I both forgave you a long, long time ago. Okay?”

 Marcy felt a pang in her chest. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard those words, not by a long shot. But it didn’t lessen the impact one bit. She could feel the storm clouds of anxiety that had been roiling inside her begin to dissipate. “... Really?”

 Sasha smiled sweetly. “Really.”

 She yelped as Marcy shot forward to wrap Sasha in a hug, but quickly returned the embrace.

 “Thank you Sasha,” Marcy said, “I really needed this, you have no idea.”

 “No problem, Marcy,” Sasha said, patting her friend on the back. “You gonna be okay?”

 Marcy pulled back and nodded. “Yeah. I… I think I’ll be alright.”

 “Good. Now before I take off, are you sure there’s nothing you need help with before Anne comes home?”

 Marcy opened her mouth but paused, the gears turning in her brain. She slowly smiled as an idea began to take shape.

 “Actually… I think there is. I’m gonna need some rose petals.”

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The apartment was dark when Anne arrived after work.

 This fact didn’t surprise her too much; Marcy had a habit of gaming with the lights off, much to Anne’s charaign. But when she fished the key out of her pocket and let herself in, she was surprised to see the living room TV dark and the couch Marcy-free.

 “Honey, I’m home!” Anne called out her usual greeting as she stepped across the threshold, gently shutting the door behind her.

 No response.

 Anne frowned as she shrugged her coat off her shoulders. Was Marcy taking a nap or something?

 She was about to call out again when she saw them: rose petals on the floor. They started just beyond the front door and led down the hall towards the bedroom. The door was open just a crack, soft light coming from inside.

 “Well well well, what have we here?” Anne asked herself with a chuckle as she kicked off her shoes. “Marcy Wu, you charmer.”

 Anne made her way down the hall, gently opening the bedroom door.

 Her heart skipped a beat.

 The lights in the bedroom were all off and the curtains had been drawn; the only illumination came from the candles burning on the nightstand. The trail of rose petals continued across the carpet to the bed itself.

 Marcy Wu laid back on the bed, her upper body propped up on pillows with her arms spread out casually. The blanket covered her up to her chest, clinging to the contours of her body, the creamy skin of her bare shoulders tantalizing peeking out from where the blanket ended. Marcy smiled warmly at her girlfriend, giving Anne the sultriest gaze she could muster.

 “Hey Anna-Bananna,” she said in a breathy voice. “How was work?”

 Fire blossomed in Anne’s face as she opened and closed her mouth, which was suddenly  very dry. “Uh… guh…”

 Marcy felt her confidence ebb at Anne’s stammering and she chuckled awkwardly. “Sorry, was this too much?”

 “Oh no no, it’s more than fine!” Anne said quickly. “I mean I was thinking you’d have something waiting for me when I got home, but this…” Anne made a show of tugging at her shirt collar. “This is beyond anything I could’ve imagined.”

 Marcy perked up, smiling shyly as she brushed some of her hair behind her ear. “So you like it then?”

 Anne crossed the space between them in a fraction of a second, joining Marcy on the bed. She cupped Marcy’s chin and leaned in for a long, deep kiss. Marcy returned the kiss with gusto, reaching up with one hand to thread her fingers through Anne’s hair while the other held the blanket in place.

 “I love it,” Anne said when she pulled away, fixing Marcy with a fiery gaze that had her trembling in anticipation. As much as Marcy wanted to start tearing Anne’s clothes off right then and there, she took a deep breath and held herself back.

 She had to do this right.

 “Anne,” Marcy said as she sat up, still holding the blanket up over her chest as she looked into her girlfriend’s eyes, “this last year has been the happiest of my entire life. When I’m with you, everything just feels right. You complete me in ways no one else ever has. You give me strength and confidence, inspire me to be a better person. I love that you’re the last thing I see before I go to sleep each night and the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning. I love you, Anne Boonchuy.”

 Anne placed a hand over her mouth, eyes twinkling. “Marcy…”

 Marcy took another deep breath. “I know we’ve gotten pretty… familiar with each other over these last several months. And if you’re ready to take things to the next level…”

 She let the blanket fall. “Then so am I.”

 Anne’s blush deepened as her eyes traveled downward. Marcy kept her face steady, but some dark corner of her brain was still expecting Anne to pull back at the sight of her scar, reminded that everything that happened in Amphibia - all of her hardships and brushes with death - was all because of Marcy.

 But there was no revulsion, no anger. There was lust and desire in her gaze to be sure. But there was also passion and love. The same spark Marcy saw when she and Anne would get lost in each other’s eyes while eating dinner, or walking in the park, or just cuddling on the couch.

 Anne looked back up at Marcy, then leaned in for a second kiss. Tender and gentle but with a hunger and passion bubbling just below the surface. Marcy melted into the kiss, allowing herself to be pushed back onto the pillows as Anne crawled further onto the bed, climbing on top of her girlfriend. Anne pulled away after several long seconds, both girls breathing heavily, staring at each other with smoldering eyes.

 “I’ve been ready for a long, long time,” Anne said. “I love you Marcy Wu.”

 Marcy felt her heart soar.

 She wrapped her arms around Anne and pulled her close for yet another kiss. The third of many, many more.

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Team Chaotix found out how to Time-Travel and are (probably?) using their powers for good

[I.D.: Screenshot of Shadow the Hedgehog, the cutscene before “Mad Matrix.” Shadow approaches Team Chaotix, standing in front of Eggman’s computer. Vector says “Well, we need your help to hack into [Eggman’s] computer... and don’t ask why!” End I.D.] 

What a title, huh? Let me complicate this more by explaining this is going to deal near exclusively with the 2005 game Shadow the Hedgehog and Chaotix’s role in it. 

My thesis statement for this is as thus: In Shadow the Hedgehog, all endings are actually technically canon; the universe was reset back at the end of them all until the True Ending was reached, and the universe was reset by none other than Team Chaotix. 

Is this theory going to make at least two insane reaches? Yes. Is it a crack theory? uuuuuuuuh depends on how people react to it 

So, let’s get into the logistics of how and why I think this went down.

Part One: What was Team Chaotix’s Mission?

Team Chaotix appears very briefly in ShTH; Charmy is on a solo mission on “Prison Island,” the whole team seems to be in “Mad Matrix” with Vector in  “Cosmic Fall”, and they appear briefly aboard the ARK at the end of the game. (Which... I don’t think they left? Were they up there when Shadow isolated himself inside? Is that why he wasn’t gone for long, did he get sick of their shit and pilot them back to the planet--) 

The point is, from the few appearances of the team in the game, we know that they are on a mission, one so secret/confidential that no team members tell anyone what it is- even Charmy, who has the impulse control of a kid left alone in a room with a million buttons. 

Of course, with their appearances, we can figure out some elements of their mission, and it becomes quite clear that their mission has something to do with the Space Colony ARK. 

Charmy’s solo mission, for starters, in “Prison Island.” Charmy is there to collect five discs from GUN, discs that I don’t believe the player ever finds out the contents of. 

[I.D.: Three screenshots from Shadow the Hedgehog, of Charmy’s dialogue in the “Prison Island” stage. He says, “Heeey, Shadow! I gotta ask you something! Vector told me that he wants to find five top secret discks... but, like... what’s a top secret disk?” End i.D.]

As the Hero Route of Prison Island immediately transitions to “Mad Matrix”, the implication is the GUN discs have something to do with hacking into Eggman’s computer. 

Oh, yeah, the team needed to hack into the files of Eggman’s computer, with Espio having to gather data himself. Again, what they were looking for is never revealed, but Vector insists that it’s urgent. 

[I.D.: Screenshots from the beginning of the “Mad Matrix” cutscene. Espio is sitting at a computer, attempting to hack. Vector says, “Are you done yet? At this rate, the entire day will be wasted.” Espio turns and says, “Hey, back off! Data retrieval isn’t exactly my specialty.” End i.D.]

Vector attempts to locate the ARK’s computer room, again for no stated reason. 

[I.D.: Vector at the beginning of the “Cosmic Fall” route. He says to Shadow, “We’ve got to make it to the computer room before this place collapses!” End I.D.]

Upon it being found in the True Ending, Team Chaotix once again hack inside the computer. After Gerald’s video begins playing, we don’t see them again. 

So, to recap: they are all gathering information from GUN- which was pretty much the only organization with any information on the colony- and Eggman, a member of the Robotnik family; with the fact they were later on the ARK and stealing GUN documents, it’s likely they were looking for information on Gerald on Eggman’s computer. 

So, while we don’t have the explicit mission, we can clarify that it definitely has something to do with the ARK. An important question, though, which might be able to clarify their entire mission, is who is their client? 

Part Two: Who Sent Team Chaotix on this mission?

Team Chaotix’s missions are almost exclusively client-based, and even if we say that they don’t have one, there has to be something that tipped them off that they needed to get to the ARK. 

The client themself is a bit of a mystery- it can’t be any non-chaotix main character, as literally nobody seems wise to what they’re up to. And considering Charmy was, uh, pretty much literally stealing GUN files, we can safely assume they’re not working for GUN. 

But their client had to be someone who knew there was important information on the ARK, which was pretty much unknown to everyone before SA2, and afterwards, even if we assume the ARK incident is common knowledge, there has to be something specific the Chaotix were sent after. 

And something important. 

In case you haven’t played ShTH, during the entire game, the world is being attacked by demon aliens intent on murdering and eating everything on the planet while also setting it on fire. You’d think that Chaotix would want to deal with that above a relatively unimportant mission. So whatever they were doing was more important than fighting/hiding from/investigating the apocalyptic monsters attacking them. 

What would be important than the, as I said, apocalyptic demon monsters? 

Potentially... a way to stop them. 

[I.D.: Screenshots from a cutscene in the Last Story. Team Chaotix are attempting to hack into the ARK’s computer. Vector says, “Espio, we need you to focus, cuz if we don’t hurry all the data we recovered will be lost.” End I.D.]

So. You know how in every one of my metas there’s a part where I leap off the deep end? 

Let me just say this outright. 

What if the one who sent them on their mission... was none other than Gerald Robotnik?

So, here’s my mission statement. 

Gerald Robotnik, sensing that something bad was going to happen on the ARK, made his video message for Shadow. We know this because of, you know, the content of the message. 

After the ARK massacre, Gerald obviously cracked, but left behind some hint of the video’s existence, or a hint of a way to defeat the Black Arms that nobody picked up cause nobody knew they existed except the people on the ARK. Who, you know, GUN massacred. Thanks GUN. 

What the hint exactly was I’m not sure-- in Sonic X he wrote a shitton of stuff on the walls of his prison island jail cell, maybe he left something there. [Something to note-- Sonic X begun airing before production of ShTH, and it second and third seasons, the ones featuring Shadow, would probably be being made while ShTH was in production.] 

[I.D.: Screenshots from Sonic X of Gerald Robotnik’s prison island cell, which has multiple scientific notes scribbled across the walls. End I.D.]

We already know the Chaotix know of Prison Island and can get there from Charmy’s appearance in his route, so them being there and seeing something left behind isn’t impossible. 

So this hint was discovered by the Chaotix, who pieced together that this ARK message would give the information needed to defeat the Black Arms-- I believe they knew that there was a message specifically, as they seem unsurprised and happy when the message appears at the end of the game, meaning it was among the things they were looking for, if not the only thing. They also figured out that the only one who could defeat said Black Arms was Shadow. Hence why they’re not only hacking into the computers of two Robotniks, but they, in different timelines, accompany and assist Shadow in his little angst party missions. 

[I.D.: Screenshots from the end of the “Cosmic Fall” Hero Route. As Shadow walks away, depressed that he’s what he considers a failed experiment, Vector says, “Hey... don’t go there... yet! Things may not be what they seem. You could be...” End I.D.]

But then why wouldn’t they tell Shadow what they were up to? Sure, he has amnesia, so you can’t just say “your granddad might have a secret way to kill the demon aliens,” but you could say “we think there’s a message for you.” So why didn’t they? 

Because, my dear friends, they only have twenty-four hours, and it takes quite a while to explain and prove time travel to an amnesiac hedgehog. 

Part Three: What Route leads to the True Ending? The Time Travel One 

Here’s where we get into crack. 

Let’s put everything together and then go into Connie’s HellBrainMode™

The Chaotix’s mission is so secret that either they didn’t dare tell Charmy, or the ADHD 6yo understood that he had to shut up for once (and I say that with love) and thus not a single one of them dares reveal it. 

The Mission definitely pertains to the ARK, Black Arms, Robotnik Family, and Shadow. 

The Chaotix vaguely knew of the message that was needed to defeat the aliens, and so they were attempting to hack Robotnik computers to find it. 

For some reason, they don’t even tell Shadow what’s up, even though due to their penchant for traveling with him and protecting him, they likely are aware he’s a bit important at the moment. 

...so why does Shadow the Hedgehog have so many endings anyway? 

On that last point... ShTH has an insane amount of routes, but really only eleven endings, with #11 being the final, canon ending. But all the endings are plausible routes, no matter how goddamn dark they can get. It seems the only thing that separates the endings is Shadow’s choices; whether he remains neutral, assists the Black Arms, or fights for Earth. Of course, the true ending involves him fighting for Earth, his friends, and Maria’s final wish, but the path he takes over the day of the Black Arms invasion needs to lead him there. 

Does that mean he must follow a Hero route to reach that? By the time he gathers all the chaos emeralds, he can’t be in the depths of despair or convinced he’s an android, etc.; he’s definitely not in one of the endings where Eggman or Sonic die, seeing as they help him out in the True Ending. So if Eggman and Sonic are alive and Shadow’s not literally losing all hope in everything, we have to assume neither a Dark nor Neutral route was taken, as Dark tends to end with dead Sonic and Neutral tends to end with Dead Eggman. 

Something interesting-- several Hero Routes involve helping the Chaotix. Gathering the discs for Charmy, helping Espio collect necessary data, helping Vector find the infamous computer room... Of course, most Hero Routes involve helping your friends when you see them, but the Chaotix specifically are looking for GUN/Ark/Robotnik/BlackArms information. While they will not share this information with Shadow, helping them puts him on the Hero Route, aka closer to the True Ending. 

But which ending leads to the true ending? None of them, and yet all of them. 

None of them end in the place where the true ending begins-- Shadow alone with the Chaos Emeralds, ready to discover the truth about his past, and about to be ambushed by an uninjured Black Doom while his friends are about to burst in to try and save him, having apparently discovered more about what’s happening. 

Hero endings end with Shadow defeating Black Doom earlier, Neutral ends with depressed Shadow and dead Eggman, Dark ends with angry Shadow and dead Sonic. So a whole nother timeline was taken. Then what was the point of the first ten? 

Well, through the first ten, you do learn certain information, don’t you? So who’s to say someone else going through the first ten endings wouldn’t learn something as well? If someone could, say, reset the day to the beginning every time Shadow has an angst moment and fails to save the world, and then use what they learned the last time in order to try and steer Shadow on a better path... 

And in the True Ending, when Shadow and his friends are attacked by Black Doom, Shadow hears voices in his head-- voices from several different routes. Almost as if something in his mind clicks, something that feeds every route into him to make a final decision. 

[I.D.: Gif from the Last Story of Shadow the Hedgehog; Shadow is on the ground, and voices are heard, represented here by captions, which read, in order: “I will avenge those whose blood has been spilled!” “Did I... die?” “That’s why you were created...” and “Please help me, Shadow.” End I.D.] 

So what route leads to the last ending? All of them. All of them, so that the information gathered... gets the Chaotix on the ARK. To get the message out to Shadow. 

Part Four: The Timeline of the Chaotix Time Travel 

Every route begins with the same cutscene-- the beginning of the day, as the Black Arms invade... as their comet gets close enough to reach the planet. Let’s say, hmm, Gerald, for example, realized something might go horribly wrong when the Black Arms showed up if Shadow was traumatized and confused, and tried to make some kind of safeguard. The safeguard ended up being a reset button,* but it relied on the position of the Black Arms’ comet-- so thus, you can only reset to the beginning of its approach. The beginning of the day. And only the one(s) pressing the button remembers the reset, that could be an issue. 

*Note: we’re using “reset button” as a general term, obviously it doesn’t have to be a literal button. 

The Chaotix break into the remains of Prison Island sometime before the Black Arms attack; perhaps they sensed something was up, perhaps they noticed some weird stuff was going on, who knows. But they get in there, and find Gerald’s notes, and figure out some important stuff-- the Black Arms are invading, there’s a way to stop them on the ARK, and... oh, what’s this, this thing that the GUN scientists could never figure out how to use but hid away in case they figured it out one day. It’s a comet reset button? 

Oh, comet, like the one right overhead-- oops. 

The Chaotix are unable to stop the comet from arriving in the first place. So Vector puts together all the pieces-- “ultimate lifeform,” fifty-year timeskiip, whatever hints Gerald left-- and figures out that, likely, Gerald knew about the Black Arms, how to stop them, and that his ultimate lifeform, Shadow, is the key to saving the planet. 

He sends Charmy to retrieve discs from GUN involving the ARK and Gerald on Prison Island, and then sets Espio to hacking into Eggman’s systems. Once they’ve got the info they need, they hop on a spaceship and race to the ARK. Thing is... each of these steps could go wrong in any way. Charmy doesn’t find the discs, Espio can’t reach the data, Vector can’t find the computer room, they fail to reach the ARK, or, above all, Shadow shows up and fucks up their shit. 

Thankfully, the Chaotix have the day reset. Every time the planet starts to go to shit, Vector resets. Shadow just killed Sonic? Reset it, now, before those demons crash into Earth. Omega just texted Rouge to tell her that Shadow is convinced he’s destined to lead a robot uprising? Reset. Shadow is depressed thinking he’s a failed experiment that never should have been created and thus literally falls into such a state he can’t or won’t fight the Black Arms? Gotta reset that shit. They reset at least ten times, each time gaining more information and figuring out what they have to do. Charmy gets Shadow’s help in one route, then in the next timeline repeat remembers the locations. Espio knows how to break into Eggman’s computer. Vector figures out where they need to go. They figure out where the Chaos Emeralds are and where and when to get them to Shadow. 

The eleventh and final reset begins, and Chaotix informs the Sonic Squad that the Black Arms need the Chaos Emeralds to destroy the planet and that they need to go keep an eye on Shadow. Somehow they get Eggman onboard-- idk they probably just namedropped Gerald and he listened to whatever they had to say. Once they’re sent off, they rush to the ARK. 

Shadow, in the Last Route, has gathered the Chaos Emeralds off the ARK, somewhere on the below planet. Everyone else is on Earth, including Sonic, Black Doom, Eggman... 

Everyone but the Chaotix. 

The Chaotix, who continue working on this Big Case even after the Black Comet has descended through Earth’s atmosphere and the Black Arms are killing everyone on the planet. 

The Chaotix, who are trying to hack into Gerald’s computer, looking for something important. 

The Chaotix, who show absolutely no surprise or concern when Gerald’s message appears, implying that this could be what they were looking for. 

The Chaotix, who are not seen again after the message is played. 

Because their work is done. 

Shadow’s choices lead him to make the right decision, but that final push he needs to defeat Black Doom is Gerald and Maria’s message. And once it’s played, he saves the goddamn world. 

And then is stuck on the ARK with the Chaotix until the next game. Oops.