#i was gonna just do the end of the first one for... reasons... but like

[wonderjanga]

Teen Dad Marvel

There’s some very big leaps and logic the JL has decided at Marvel is a teen dad. Billy doesn’t even know how it happened. Let’s take a look at some pass incidents that have made them think this.

To start us off, the very first incident of this occurred when Batman, Superman, and Marvel were debating how old a kid should be before they become a sidekick.

Marvel: “I wasn’t even 12 when Junior came along.”

Supes: “I’m sorry, not even 12?”

Marvel: “Nope. And then it was about… two years or so later that he got his powers and we went on the fight crime together.

To Billy, that meant that he met Freddy when he was around eight and the other boy was nine. It when Billy was nine himself that he got his powers and then a year later, Freddy gained his.

To Superman and Batman, that sounded like somehow, in some way, Marvel had a kid at a max of 12 years old. It also sounds like that two-year-old got powers before it could probably even walk.

Batman and Supes: *sharing looks*

Supes: “I… I’m sorry?”

Marvel: “For what?”

Batman and Supes: *share another look*

Batman: “Nothing, Captain. We just hadn’t expected that you’d gone through something like that.”

Marvel: “Something like what?”

They didn’t answer Billy’s question because they assumed he was playing dumb.

The second incident that convinced the JL, or just Batman and Superman, of this, happened when both Marvel and Junior were at the Watchtower. It seemed like that day was a bad day for Junior’s leg, so Marvel offered to massage it. That how they ended up in the rec room watching Cartoon Network a little too intently as Marvel absentmindedly, massaged the leg draped across his lap.

Marvel and Junior: *watching Gumball or something and sipping juice boxes*

Junior: “How do you do that so well?”

Marvel: “Freddy, I’ve been doing this since I was like nine, obviously I’m gonna do it well.”

Junior: “Yeah, but how did you learn?”

Marvel: “You know that kooky doctor on 48th Street?”

Junior: “The one that’s not evil and turned like half his patients blue?”

Marvel: “Yeah, him, so on one of your really bad days, I got really desperate and really wanted to find a way to make it less bad. So I went to him and he gave me a masseuse book for a penny.”

Junior: “Oh… Cool. Do you still have that book?”

Marvel: “Yeah? It’s probably somewhere at the Rock.”

Supes; *listening from around a corner, clenching his heart because he finds them wholesome*

And it really was from Clark’s point of view. See, most of the JL assumed that Junior was born with a bad leg. After all, he’s supposed to be a demigod, isn’t he? He’s pretty much indestructible so they didn’t think he’d gotten that injury from someone or something. In Clark’s mind, he’s imagining a nine-year-old, itty-bitty Marvel with a baby Freddy massaging Freddy’s little baby leg because he was crying.

Also, Junior’s real name is Freddy? Also, Marvel was NINE when he had him??? Wait, but then how old is Marvel now? Also how old is Junior??

Supes never got an answer to these questions because he was too chicken to bring up the topic.

The third incident came from Mary and Marvel who were also at the Watchtower when this happened. The two were baking cookies together, one of the usual father-daughter activities the JL have seen them do. Specifically, they were making dark chocolate bat-shaped cookies for Batman, on the request of Robin. When Bruce found out about this, he went to go tell them to stop because he really didn’t need the cookies even if they were absolutely delicious.

That’s how he overheard their conversation.

Mary: “Do you remember mom?”

Marvel: “Uh…” *thinking* “Nope, I got nothing.”

Mary: “How?”

Marvel: “Because the last time I saw them, I was eight years old, Mary? You were too.” *whisking something in a bowl*

Bruce took that as Marvel leaving home, at a concerningly young age, for whatever reason and eventually taking Mary to see her grandparents when she was around the age he left. Either that, or he left, and took her back to visit her grandparents when she was two-years-old.

Mary: “Yeah, but I had amnesia. What’s your excuse?”

Marvel: “I was eight?” *hands her the whisk so she can lick it*

It was this incident, and the two others that shaped this idea of teen dad Marvel. Thus, using the combined brain cells of both Batman and Superman, the two came to a conclusion: for some reason, Marvel left home, during the time he left he somehow got someone pregnant and that resulted in Mary and Junior.

Either that, or he just found them on the side of the road, though, the first theory is more believable. The only problem being their ages.

If only they could find their mother… maybe she’d be willing to spill.

[lifeisbutadream444]

The Last Night (Original Version)

Aaron Pierre x Reader

A/N: This is the original version of The Last Night. After working on this for weeks I decided to start from scratch and wrote the version I published yesterday. I decided I might as well finish this version too. Let me know what version you prefer. Enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut

Summary: After the series finale wraps, she thinks she’s saying goodbye to four years of tension, restraint, and the co-star she was never supposed to love.

The wrap party was everything it was supposed to be, loud, nostalgic. The kind of celebration where laughter echoes and everyone pretends they aren’t grieving something they’ll never get back.

You stood near the back of the venue, sipping Moet that had long since gone flat, pretending to laugh at a joke someone from production told. You couldn’t even remember what he said, your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes anyway. Not tonight.

Four years. That show had been your entire life for four years. And now, just like that, it was over.

Worse than that? It meant no more long shoot days with Aaron. No more early call times where he brought you coffee and teased you until you smiled. No more inside jokes whispered between takes. No more lingering glances in the makeup trailer when he thought you weren’t looking. No more pretending you didn’t feel what you’ve been trying to swallow down since day one.

It was easier to laugh it all off. To act like you never noticed the subtle touches, the way he always found a reason to sit too close, the way he remembered your Starbucks order better than you did. Easier to pretend you were just friends. Close friends. Best friends. Because if you didn’t, you’d have to face the terrifying truth: Aaron made you feel too much.

And you couldn't afford heartbreak.

Not when this show was your first real acting job. Not when you were finally being offered opportunities to work with actors and directors you've always admired. You couldn’t afford to be messy. Not publicly. Not with someone like him. Your name trending beside his would be career-ending, or worse—life-consuming. You had seen what his fans did to the girls they thought he was dating. You weren’t ready for that kind of bloodbath.

So you kept your distance.

But tonight, distance felt like a knife in your chest.

You glanced across the room, and there he was, laughing with one of the directors, drink in hand, that easy smile stretching across his face. The smile that always found a way to cut through your worst moods.

You hadn't spoken to him tonight. But every time you looked at him, your heart squeezed like it knew the truth before you could admit it to yourself.

You were going to miss him. Every part of him.

“Hey,” Lauren nudged your side, breaking your trance. “You okay?”

You blinked, pulling your gaze away from Aaron. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Lauren looked like she wanted to press further, but thankfully someone called her name and she was pulled away into another conversation.

You took the chance to slip toward the back exit. Maybe if you left quietly, you wouldn’t have to deal with goodbyes. You weren’t sure you could get through one without your voice cracking.

But just as your hand reached for the door, you heard his voice behind you.

“You were really gonna leave without saying goodbye?”

You closed your eyes for a split second, cursed under your breath, and turned.

Aaron stood there, that signature half-smile tugging at the corner of his lips, one brow raised like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. His gaze was steady, but his eyes, those fucking blue-green eyes, held something else tonight. Something softer.

“I figured you were busy,” you replied, trying to keep your tone casual.

“Too busy for you?” He stepped closer. “Come on, don’t do that.”

You forced a smile, even as your chest tightened. “Congratulations, by the way. Everyone’s been talking about how brilliant your last scene was.”

Aaron tilted his head. “You’re really gonna stand there and give me the PR version of goodbye?”

Your smile faltered.

He took another step, closing the space between you. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered for just a moment longer than necessary.

“You gonna miss me?” he asked, low and unassuming, like he didn’t already know the answer.

You looked away, blinked rapidly. Your vision started to blur.

Shit.

Aaron leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper now. “Hey… are you crying?”

You shook your head. “No.”

He exhaled through his nose, like something had just clicked for him. Like maybe—for the first time—he really saw it. That you cared. That you always had.

He didn't press, didn't tease you like he usually did. Instead, he leaned in just a little closer, his breath brushing against your temple.

“You wanna get out of here?” he murmured. “Not like that. Just… come back to mine. For a little while. Don’t go home sad, yeah?”

You hesitated.

You should have said no.

But instead, you nodded once.

“Okay.”

And just like that, something between you shifted.

You didn’t know what it meant yet. Didn’t know if this was the beginning of something or the inevitable unraveling of a years-long friendship.

But you followed him out into the night anyway.

Aaron’s house was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that made your skin hum with awareness.

You’d been here before. Once. Maybe twice. But never alone. Never with your heart in your throat and your body still trembling from the pool of emotions you’d barely managed to hide at the wrap party. Never with the weight of goodbye thick in the air between you.

The door clicked shut behind you, and you stood there in his entryway, wrapped in the dim gold light spilling from the living room. Everything smelled like him, clean linen, a hint of whatever cologne lingered on his skin. It should’ve been comforting.

It wasn’t.

It was dangerous.

He walked past you to his kitchen, silent, calm, and poured two drinks. You didn’t sit. Couldn’t. Your body was buzzing, pulse erratic. You needed to leave. You should’ve never come here. But you didn’t move when he handed you the glass.

“Relax,” he murmured, taking a sip of his own. “You’re acting like I brought you here to eat you alive.”

Your eyes flicked up to meet his, and your throat went dry.

Because the way he was looking at you, eyes smoldering under heavy lashes, a subtle smirk tugging at his lips.

You scoffed, trying to push the heat down. “I’m fine.”

You looked away, sipping your drink to steady yourself. But it did nothing to settle the nerves, or the ache you hated admitting was there.

He wasn’t trying to do anything.

That was the problem.

He didn’t have to.

And he knew it.

“Come get in the pool,” he said, like it was nothing. “It’s warm. You’ll like it.”

You blinked. “I don’t have a bathing suit.”

Aaron turned back toward you, one brow lifted like the answer was obvious.

“I’ll find you something,” he said. “Or you can wear nothing. I’m not picky.”

Your heart flipped. You knew he was joking. Kind of.

But the look he gave you lingered.

Not a dare.

Not a question.

You hated how easily he could undo you with a single look.

Still, you followed.

The water was warm, just like he said. It wrapped around your skin like silk, soothing and overwhelming all at once. But being with him—like this—was anything but soothing.

He was leaning against the edge of the pool, arms spread wide, watching you, like always.

You floated near the center, trying to pretend like you didn’t feel the way his gaze traced every inch of your body. You felt naked under his stare, even with the tank top he had given you to swim in.

“Why were avoiding me tonight?”

Your throat tightened.

You shrugged, eyes fixed on the surface of the water. “I wasn't”

He pushed off the wall, slow and silent, cutting through the water like it parted just for him.

“You think I haven’t noticed?” he said, voice low and dark. “How you avoid being alone with me whenever we’re not working?”

You backed up, your shoulders brushing tile. Nowhere to go.

His hands landed on the wall beside your head, caging you in without touching you.

Your stomach flipped.

He was too close. Too warm. Too much.

You hated that your body betrayed you before your mouth could speak.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you murmured, even though you absolutely did.

He smiled. Slow. Cruel.

“Yes, you do.”

You couldn’t hold his gaze.

Your breath hitched as his fingers dipped below the water, brushing your thigh. Not by accident.

“I’ve let you lie to yourself for years,” he murmured. “I let you keep me at arm’s length because I thought maybe… one day, you’d stop.”

You swallowed hard.

But you said nothing.

Because he wasn’t wrong.

And maybe… tonight… he finally had proof. You’d almost cried earlier. Over him. He saw it. You knew he did.

“Are you scared I’ll fuck it up?” he asked, tone too soft now. “Or are you scared I won’t?”

Your breath caught.

“You must be drunk,” you whispered, even though you knew he wasn’t.

His fingers dragged higher, slow under the water, skating along your thigh, your hipbone, stopping just shy of where you ached.

“I think you want me,” he said, lips brushing your jaw. “And I think you’ve spent four fucking years pretending you don’t.”

Your knees went weak. You thanked God for the lack of gravity in the water.

But still, you stayed quiet.

Because saying it out loud would make it real. And once it was real, it could break you.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his lips grazing your neck now.

You didn’t.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes burning into yours. Waiting. Testing.

And still—you said nothing.

That was all he needed.

Aaron surged forward and kissed you.

Hard.

His mouth crashed against yours like he was punishing you for every moment you made him wait. His hand fisted in your shirt under the water, dragging you flush against his chest, your legs lifting instinctively to wrap around him like muscle memory.

You moaned into him before you could stop it, and he groaned back like it fed him.

It was the kind of kiss that left no room for lies.

You wanted him.

You loved him.

And it terrified you.

You pulled away suddenly, breath ragged. “We can’t.”

Aaron’s brows furrowed. “What?”

You shook your head, already backing away toward the steps. “I should go.”

You grabbed your towel from the chair, wrapping it tightly around yourself like a shield.

You were already halfway across the deck when you heard it—the shift in the water. Then the unmistakable sound of him climbing out after you. Not rushed. Not panicked.

You turned around, pulse hammering. He was still dripping wet, his swim trunks low on his hips, chest rising and falling with every breath.

“You’re really gonna do it, huh?” he asked, voice quiet but tight. “Walk away. Pretend none of this happened.”

He let out a soft laugh, one that held no humor.

“You’re exhausting,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You really are.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“No, really,” he said, stepping closer. “I watched you fall apart in front of me less than an hour ago. You practically cried over the thought of not seeing me again. But now you’re gonna leave and pretend that all of this was nothing.”

You crossed your arms. “I didn’t say it was nothing.”

“Well you’re definitely acting like it,” he snapped.

He stepped closer, water still dripping from his body, his voice rough with restraint.

“Can you let go of your pride for two fucking seconds and admit what’s been obvious since year one?”

You shook your head. “You don’t get it.”

“Then make me get it!” he fired back. “Tell me why you’d rather keep pretending we’re just friends.”

Your silence said more than your words ever could.

Aaron exhaled a bitter breath, then looked at you—really looked. His voice dropped.

“Fine. If that’s what you want,” he said. “Then go. Walk out. We’ll send each other happy birthday texts once a year and make awkward small talk at events.”

You didn’t move.

His eyes narrowed.

You felt your pride clawing at your throat.

But your heart? It was already unraveling.

Your voice cracked. “You don’t understand. If we take it there, and something happens… if I lose you…”

“You already are,” he said, softer now. “You’re losing me right now.”

“I waited,” he said, softer now. “Four fucking years. Do you know what it’s like to want someone that long and still try to play it cool?”

You looked away, eyes stinging.

“I gave you space,” he continued. “I didn’t push. I stayed your friend. I didn’t touch you, didn’t cross the line, because I thought that’s what you needed.”

You swallowed hard, throat aching. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“But you did,” he said, simply. No accusation in his voice. Just fact.

He stepped closer. Slowly. Like he wasn’t trying to intimidate you — just be near you. Like it physically hurt to be that far away.

“I love you.” he said, voice steady now. He reached out, fingers brushing your wrist gently.

Your breath caught.

Aaron’s hand wrapped gently around yours, grounding you.

“I’m not saying it to pressure you,” he added. “I’m saying it because it’s the truth.”

You stared at him, eyes wide, lips parted, as something in your chest cracked open.

“I’ve loved you for a long time,” he continued, voice barely above a whisper. “Even when you ignored it. Even when you gave me every reason to give up on you.”

His thumb rubbed over the back of your hand, slow and patient.

The silence between you swelled — not empty, not awkward.

“I love you too,” you whispered, voice breaking. “And I've spent every day talking myself out of it.”

He didn’t interrupt.

You swallowed. “You know how brutal this industry is. One wrong rumor, one bad headline, and it’s over before it even starts.”

Aaron’s face softened. Just slightly. But his jaw ticked—he didn’t like hearing it.

“I’ve watched what happens to the women you're linked to,” you continued. “The obsession. The speculation. The fucking hate. It’s relentless. You brush it off like it's nothing, but I can't. I don’t want to live under a microscope, constantly defending who I am and why I'm standing next to you.”

You paused, eyes locked with his, not backing down. “I’m not scared of you. I’m scared of what the world does to women who get too close to men like you.”

Silence stretched between you.

Then Aaron stepped in, slow but certain, until your bodies were almost touching. His hands lifted to cradle your face, thumbs brushing along your cheekbones—gentle, but claiming. His voice dropped low.

“You think I don’t see how hard you’ve worked?” he said, gaze unwavering. “You think I’d let some clickbait headline undo that? You think I’d let anyone touch what you’ve built?”

His eyes narrowed, intense now. “Let me be very clear. If anyone tries to come for you—press, fans, blogs, producers—I’ll handle it. You don’t have to fight them alone. You don’t have to carry any of this alone.”

You exhaled, shaky but steadying, and he caught it.

You blinked up at him. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It’s not,” he said. “It’s gonna be messy. There’ll be headlines. There’ll be moments that test both of us.”

He paused, then added, quieter—dead serious:

“But I’m not going anywhere. I’ll take the heat, the questions, the bullshit. I just need you to trust me.”

You didn’t look away.

And maybe that’s why he smiled—just a little. That crooked, cocky half-grin that always drove you insane.

“You're so fucking stubborn,” he murmured.

But his tone wasn’t annoyed. It was amused. Admiring. Like he liked it — like he liked you this way. Unflinching. Complicated. Honest.

Then he stepped in and kissed your cheek.

Not your lips.

Not yet.

“I want you upstairs,” he murmured against your skin. “Now.”

Your legs went weak. The floor tilted.

“Come on.” he whispered, voice low and dark.

He didn’t wait for you to respond. He turned, grabbed your hand, and started leading you down the hall like he already knew you’d follow.

And you did.

Of course you did.

The second the bedroom door shut behind you, everything changed.

The air thickened.

The lights were low, but the tension was high — the kind that buzzed against your skin before he even touched you again.

He stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face you.

You didn’t speak. Neither did he.

Not for a moment.

He looked at you like he was still giving you an out. But there was no judgment in his stare — only confidence. Only heat.

Aaron kissed you like he was starving. Like four years of restraint had finally burned up and he was done pretending.

He walked you back until the backs of your knees hit the mattress. His hands were already on your hips, your waist, your ribs — gripping like he needed to ground himself in you.

“You’ve been driving me crazy for years,” he muttered into your mouth.

You gasped when he slipped his hands under your wet shirt. He didn’t rush. He didn’t ask.

He just lifted it over your head, slow and reverent, watching you the entire time.

His voice dropped to a gravelly whisper. “Get on the bed.”

You obeyed.

And when he climbed over you, when he leaned down and pressed a kiss just under your jaw, then lower — just above your collarbone — your body melted beneath him.

In the next breath, his hand slipped between your thighs — over your panties, not inside. Just pressure. Just enough to make your eyes flutter shut and your hips buck into him.

You groaned. “Aaron.”

You squirmed beneath him, his body caging you in, his mouth at your ear now.

“You ever touch yourself thinking about me, sweetheart?” he murmured, dark and velvet-smooth.

You gasped, the flush rushing to your cheeks so fast it burned.

His lips brushed your ear. “Be honest. Did you?”

“…Yes.”

He groaned, his breath catching just slightly.

Then he pulled back to look at you, his hand still teasing you through your panties, his thumb stroking in slow, maddening circles.

“You gonna let me take care of that tonight?” he asked.

You nodded, wide-eyed, hips rocking into his hand like your body was already answering for you.

“Tell me what you need.” he said, still rubbing your clit through your soaked underwear.

You were too overwhelmed with pleasure to say anything. You were burning — for him, with him — and that hunger was terrifying. The power he had over your body. Over your mind.

His eyes narrowed, his fingers stilled right as you were about to reach your peak. He stared down at you with the kind of heat that made you ache all over again.

Then, suddenly, he was gone. His body left yours completely — the heat of him, the weight, the steady hand between your legs.

You blinked in confusion as he stood at the edge of the bed, running a slow hand through his hair, like he was cooling himself down.

And then he smiled.

That smug, heart-stopping, ruin-you smile.

“You wanna act like you don’t need it that bad?” he said, voice low and calm. “Then I won’t touch you again until you say it.”

Your pulse thundered. “Say what?”

He crossed his arms. “That you want me to make you come.”

Your whole body went still.

His eyes dropped down to your legs, still parted, still waiting.

“You’ve got five seconds,” he said, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Or I’m getting in that bed and going to sleep.”

You stared at him, chest heaving. Your pride flared — for half a second.

Then you exhaled, wrecked and trembling.

“I want you,” you breathed.

He raised a brow. “That’s not what I said to say.”

Your face burned. “Aaron—”

He stepped closer, slowly, grabbing your ankles and dragging you down to the edge of the bed until your hips met the mattress seam and your thighs bracketed his.

“Say it,” he whispered, hand grazing the inside of your knee.

You bit your lip.

“I want you to make me come.”

His growl was soft. Satisfied.

You barely had time to respond before he slipped your panties down in one fluid motion and lowered his mouth to your center.

You gasped — sharp and guttural — as his tongue dragged through your folds with precision, with reverence. His grip on your thighs tightened, holding you in place like you might try to run.

But you didn’t.

You couldn’t.

He licked you again, then again — slow, rhythmic, maddening. Your back arched, your fingers flying to his hair. He let you tug, let you guide — and then he groaned, deep and hungry, like your reaction fed him.

“Fuck,” you breathed, already trembling. “Aaron, please—”

He didn’t stop.

He didn’t let up.

His tongue circled your clit, then flattened against it. His fingers gripped your thighs harder now, keeping you spread, keeping you exposed, like he wanted you to feel completely his.

You moaned his name again, louder this time, and he didn’t speak — just hummed into you in response. The vibration made your legs twitch, made your hips rise — and he pushed them back down with ease.

“Don’t move,” he murmured, voice low and wrecked.

You nodded, teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

The pressure built with every flick of his tongue, every pass of his mouth. You were unraveling — slowly, beautifully — on the edge of something that had been denied for far too long.

You gasped again, eyes wide. “Aaron—”

“I know,” he breathed. “Let go.”

And when you did — when the wave broke and you cried out his name, body arched, toes curled — he didn’t stop.

He didn’t pull away.

He held you through it, mouth still working you through every shudder, every pulse, until you collapsed back into the mattress, completely undone.

You were still catching your breath when he kissed the inside of your thigh. Slow. Purposeful. Like he wasn’t done worshiping you yet.

Aaron’s hands were still on your body — one anchoring your hip, the other smoothing up your stomach in slow, calming strokes. You were trembling. Soft. Open.

He climbed up over you, every inch of his body pressed to yours now — bare chest flush against your skin, his forearm beside your head, bracing himself.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, reaching up to touch his face. “More than okay.”

He kissed you then.

It was different this time.

Slower. Deeper. Like he was sealing a promise between your mouths. Like this wasn’t just about lust anymore — it never really was.

You could feel the weight of him against your thigh now. Hard. Hot. Controlled. And when you shifted beneath him, hips brushing instinctively against his, he groaned low in his throat.

He stood at the edge of the bed and undressed without a word — sliding off his swim trunks.

When you saw him — all of him — your mouth went dry. You’d imagined this moment a thousand times, but nothing compared to the real thing.

Aaron crawled back over you, settling between your thighs again, his weight comforting, overwhelming.

“You nervous?” he murmured, brushing your hair back again.

You nodded. “A little.”

He lowered himself just enough so his mouth hovered above yours. “Don’t be.”

Then, slowly, he reached between you — guiding himself, dragging the thick length of him through your slick folds.

You gasped at the contact. At the feel of him so close. So real.

“You sure?” he asked again.

“I’m sure.”

He watched your face the entire time as he pressed in.

Inch by inch.

Stretching you. Filling you.

You let out a soft cry, gripping his forearm as your back arched, your body adjusting, welcoming him in a way that felt both completely new and somehow inevitable.

He didn’t move at first. Just stayed there, buried deep, forehead resting against yours.

His voice was a rasp.

“Fuck...”

Your eyes burned. You didn’t expect that part. The emotion. The weight of being seen — fully, deeply — and still wanted like this.

He started to move.

Slow.

Measured.

Devastating.

Every thrust hit deep, unrelenting, made worse by the way he kept whispering things into your skin — your shoulder, your neck, the corner of your mouth.

“You’ve been mine for a long time.”

“Say my name again.”

“You feel so good wrapped around me, baby.”

Your fingers clawed at his back, anchoring yourself, trying to match his rhythm, but he was stronger. Steadier. Always in control.

You whimpered as he rolled his hips, hitting the perfect spot inside you again and again.

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak.

He kissed you hard, catching the sound in your throat before it escaped.

And when your second climax started building — sharp and fast — he felt it before you said a word.

“That’s it,” he whispered, fucking you a little harder now. “Let me feel you.”

You shattered with a cry, clenching around him so tightly his rhythm faltered.

And that’s when he gave in.

Aaron groaned, low and guttural, as he buried himself to the hilt, stilling as he came with your name on his lips.

It was raw. Breathless. Unfiltered.

He collapsed over you, still holding you close, chest heaving against yours.

He didn’t move right away.

He just held you.

Tight. Steady. Like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go.

And when he finally lifted his head, when he looked at you like you were something holy, you knew one thing for sure:

This wasn’t the end of something.

It was the beginning.

[drvirgus]

could you do oneshot enemies to lovers with hanni ?

Hope you like it ☺️

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Scratches

Hanni X Fem! Reader

Warnings: zombie apocalypse, open end (😭) blood, insults

Wc: 1,7k

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Annoyed, I stabbed the kneeling creature in front of me in the head. Immediately, I pulled the knife from the rotting skull and kicked the zombie in the chest, making it collapse to the ground like a sack of potatoes—and stay there. "Nineteen," I counted quietly and glanced over at the woman next to me, who had also just killed one of the zombies.

"Twenty-one," she grinned, which only made me roll my eyes. It really pissed me off that she had more than me—and looked so damn proud of it.

"What the hell are you grinning at?" I muttered as I quickly dipped the blood-covered knife into the river to clean it. But Hanni didn't say a word. In fact, I didn't hear anything from her anymore, which made me turn my head toward her.

My eyes widened as I saw Hanni swinging her leg and stomping into the river—splashing the entire thing at me.

Gasping, I sucked in air. "You fucking bitch," I cursed, looking down at my soaked clothes. My grip on the knife tightened as I stared up at the girl, who had one hand on her hip and that smug grin plastered across her face. The only reason she could look down on me was because she was standing on a rock.

"Told you—always be ready for anything," Hanni said, grinning. I just spat into the river once. "You'll regret that," I muttered, calmer now, as I gasped for air and tried to steady myself. Hanni burst out laughing, her eyes locked on me.

"We both know I could've killed you," she said, lifting her brow with a smirk.

My eyes narrowed as I looked up at the woman on the rock. "What the hell are you talking about? I almost killed you if you hadn't begged for your life," I shot back. Hanni just laughed again and shrugged.

"Who's gonna believe you? Zombie number twenty?" she said, tilting her head toward something behind me.

My eyes widened as I turned around—but before I could react, I was pulled to the ground. The groaning, which I should've heard earlier, only now reached my ears. My mouth hung slightly open as I wrestled with the heavy creature on top of me. The knife in my hand was useless since I had to focus on not getting bitten.

Hanni laughed loudly, holding her stomach. "Need my help after all?" she asked, clearly amused as she watched me struggle. My hand clamped the zombie's jaw shut while I desperately tried to push the decaying body off me.

My eyes wide, my teeth clenched, my arms began to burn from the effort. "Fuck... you," I forced out as I felt my strength slipping.

I couldn't find a solid footing to throw the monster off me, which only made me panic more. My clothes were now completely soaked after falling into the river with the zombie.

But what was the point of it all anymore?

This damned apocalypse had been going on for over two years...

Group after group after group—each one ended the same: death.

After three months, Hanni was the first human I saw again...

People were dying out...

Why was I even still fighting?

"Giving up already?" Hanni asked curiously as she grabbed the zombie's thin, almost hairless scalp and yanked it back. At least she was relieving some of the pressure.

"Shut... up," I muttered, stabbing the zombie in the jaw—but it didn't help. If anything, the rotting thing tried to get even closer, even as Hanni held onto its scalp—which tore off with the skin.

Hanni's eyes widened. "Oh shi—" she hissed and tried to reach for her knife. My eyes locked onto the zombie's gaping mouth—I could see death staring me down.

But Hanni managed to grab her knife and stabbed it in the back of the head. Again. And again. She stabbed until the thing collapsed next to me. My arms dropped to the ground as I gasped for air, my face probably pale.

I felt sick...

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"Hey, yn."

Stoic, jaw tense, I just kept walking. Hanni trailed behind me, her face clouded with guilt.

"I'm sorry."

I didn't answer. And that's how it stayed for minutes—maybe even hours. I didn't know anymore...

"I... took it too far, okay? I'm really sorry."

Still, I said nothing. Not even when the first raindrops fell. Not even when thunder boomed through the forest and shook the ground.

"yn, please... I'm sorry," Hanni said, sounding more desperate than ever. Her eyes big and pleading. That just made me scoff.

My gaze landed on a small cabin, and my legs immediately carried me toward it. They still felt like jelly, but I didn't show it. Just like Hanni didn't realize I'd been injured... Fortunately, it wasn't a bite—but... sometimes a scratch was enough...

Once inside the cabin, I looked around. Knife ready for anything that might pop up—but luckily, nothing did. Hanni fell completely silent, her eyes fixed on a few corpses.

I furrowed my brows and stepped beside my... friend? Rival? Partner?

Hell, I didn't even know what we were... We spent most of our time fighting. The rest trying to kill each other. Rarely a peaceful moment—at least not in daylight.

My eyes landed on the corpses. A young couple, maybe the same age as us... Each with a bullet wound—and a sign around their necks that read: "Let us leave in peace."

I flinched when I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to Hanni. A small, barely noticeable smile tugged at her lips.

"We should throw them out," she said quietly—sadly, and yet... coldly?

My mouth fell open. "Are you... serious?"

Hanni stared at me for a long while, her jaw suddenly tensing. "Stop being nice!" she suddenly screamed, making me flinch. It was the first time I'd ever heard Hanni yell.

My eyes widened, brows raised. Hanni ran a hand through her hair.

"They're dead, yn! We're not," she said, gesturing toward the bodies. "We need this place. We can't afford to get sick or whatever," she added, shaking her head.

I knew she was right...

We—or rather, she—couldn't afford to get sick...

After all, I didn't know if I'd still be myself in a few hours...

Slowly, I nodded. "Change clothes," I muttered, clearing my throat. "I'll take the bodies out," I said, bending down to grab the man's feet—careful not to look at their faces. We were breaking their final wish for peace.

Hanni looked at me. "Why should you do it?" she asked. "I usually do that," she added, eyes narrowing.

I didn't answer. I just threw the bodies out.

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Sighing, I sat down. My backpack a few meters away as I leaned my head against the wall. Thunder rumbled through the night—loud, threatening... and yet like music to my ears.

"Aren't you hungry?" Hanni asked softly, her eyes on me as she knelt by the fireplace, tossing in some sticks.

I hummed a little, biting my lower lip. "You should eat," I replied, making her grip the fire iron tighter. Her motions stopped. Her brow furrowed, eyes narrowing.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her tone much more serious now.

I clearly hesitated…

"I got scratched," I said—and Hanni's eyes widened. Her lips parted as she exhaled.

For the first time, I saw fear in her eyes... her breath trembling...

Faster than ever, Hanni rushed over to me—the fire forgotten. She knelt in front of me and grabbed my wrists, her eyes scanning my skin. Lifting my arms, checking my legs, my torso—she looked over every inch of me.

Until she froze. Her breath caught. Her eyes locked on the scratch on my forearm. Her lips trembled as she ran her thumb over it.

"Is this... my fault?" she asked, voice quieter than usual—filled with a fear I'd never seen from her before.

I swallowed.

Yes, it was her fault...

"No," I said, and she immediately glared at me—angrily, yet with glassy eyes, fear of abandonment shining through them. Her breath quivered, eyes scanning my face.

"It's... it's not deep. Maybe—maybe you won't turn? You can't turn!"

Sighing, I looked her in the eyes. Jaw tight, I grabbed her wrists and pulled her closer. She let out a startled yelp as she nearly fell on top of me, still kneeling, while I leaned back against the wall.

"Shut up," I whispered, then pressed my lips to hers.

But Hanni didn't kiss back. Her eyes wide open as I pulled away to gauge her reaction. Her lips slightly parted—so pink—and her glassy eyes wide, cheeks flushed red. The shock was written all over her face.

My mouth opened too, as I realized what I'd just done.

Hanni and I hated each other! We'd been trying to kill each other! Why the hell did I just kiss her? Was the virus already messing with my head?

I immediately let go of her wrist. "Hanni, I—" I began, hoping to explain somehow.

But I didn't need to.

Hanni cut off my confused, stammering words by pressing her lips to mine. Her kiss was soft, almost scared, but firm—like she was afraid I'd pull away.

I grabbed her wrist again, pulling her even closer. I placed her hand on my shoulder, my other arm wrapping around her waist.

The kiss was gentle, anxious, but filled with so many emotions. I gripped her waist tighter, pulling her closer until she had no choice but to sit on my legs. My eyes closed as I just let myself enjoy the moment.

A moment where neither of us wanted to kill the other. A moment of peace... and love?

Or was it just a moment of tenderness—something we hadn't felt in years?

I didn't know...

But what I did know was—I didn't want it to end.

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[xo-adeline]

HII, this is a small request for Idia (+ the beautiful oc’s Pan and Peyn if you would like to and feel comfortable writing about them) about movie night with reader or y/n or whatever you call it :D

Also, THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU ACCEPT THE REQUEST, I REALLY LIKE THE ACTUAL IGNIHYDE DOEM ITS SO COOL!! Anyways I’m gonna leave this here before I start yapping :P TY AGAIN IF YOU DO THIS REQUEST

"Oh my god, I feel it in the air..."

⋆°• ☁︎ - Request!

Feat. Idia Shroud, Pan Nikos, and Peyn Algos

AN: Thank you so much for the request!!<3 Pan and Peyn belong to the lovely @kokii-omii !

This was his perfect date, no doubt about it. Being able to stay in the comfort of his own room, all while being in a darkened place just in case something, mainly something pertaining to you and your like for cuddling during these kinda things, to which he could cover up the fact that he was embarrassed. Though at the end of the day, there would be nothing better in his eyes than to be in that sort of comfort with you. It was almost a sanction for him, not only the fact that it was in a place that he already trusted wholeheartedly, but also with a person that he had leaned to trust wholeheartedly. 

It was pretty early when you came over to his dorm, of course being slightly questioned by Ortho, Pan, and Peyn on your way in. In their defense, it wasn’t often that Idia ever invited you over. So imagine the shock when you brought up the fact you weren’t there just to make sure that he was actually alive, and not on another 48-hour event grind. The whole way to his room you were sure to be asked every question around the sun about what the housewarden could be planning. When you had finally made your way towards his room they tried to follow you in, but unluckily for them, the door had closed before they could. Curse the high-tech automated door that Idia had. 

The first change you noticed was how his room was set up. Normally, it was pretty lit up allowing him to be able to stay awake for whatever game he was playing, and the special lights making sure there was minimal glare on his computer always came in handy, but here they were, all turned off. The biggest surprise as you continued looking around was that his computer was also on a black screen, something that you don’t think you had even imagined was possible. There was, however, something else lighting up the room. A projector sitting on the side table by his bed. Facing towards the way it was pointed towards one of the only clear walls you could see the beginning sequence of your favorite movie broadcasted onto the wall. That’s when you also noticed the abundance of snacks sitting in a basket on his bed. 

The blue-haired boy was sitting on the bed already, his face slightly hidden by the collar of his hoodie, and he had moved slightly up. When you noticed him you couldn’t help but laugh, but also thank him as you sat down. Idia wasn’t known to be the most social person, nor somebody that could promise the world, no matter how much money he had. Yet somehow, no matter how many times people had wondered why you were dating somebody like him, it was moments like these that made you stay confident in the fact that you were with him. 

Safe to say that by the end of the night, the movie had still been playing in the background as the two of you had found comfort in each other and fallen asleep before the movie could even make it to the end. 

The vice-housewarden of Ignihyde on the other hand was something else entirely. When you had seen the text from him expressing the fact that there was something he needed you for at the dorm you had rushed over, thoughts spiraling. Was Ignihyde on fire? Did Ortho finally cave and use that super scary all-killing beam that Idia had installed for who knows what reason? The second you rushed in, panting slightly at your run over here, looking around for anything that was possibly either bleeding out or set ablaze. Only to be met with the smug smile of Pan. He grabbed your arm and started leading you over to his room, much to your confusion. Didn’t he text you in an emergency? Where was the fire, or even somebody that was minorly injured? 

If only you knew that it was just some ploy to get you over faster, he hadn’t seen you in weeks under all the work both he and you had been swapped with, and what faster way to get a good-hearted person somewhere than telling them there was some sort of emergency! When the two of you had made it back to his room you were a little surprised to see that he had actually cleaned it. Every other time you had even offered to make the trek over to the basically floating dorm he had always mentioned how messy his room was and that he never really had the time to work on clearing it up, let alone the time to fully clean it. Yet here you were, standing in the middle of the vice-house warden's cleaned and sparkling room, even slightly decorated with some small lights strung around his room, a small table with a few of each of your favorite snacks, and his laptop sitting on his bed. There was a certain unspoken effort in the way that even though everything he had to deal with during the days that he had taken the time to not only clean up the area he called home but also to decorate it and get it set up for something that would have taken even more time away from his work. He had a playlist of a bunch of movies that had come up in different conversations that you had mentioned in the past few weeks, even noting that he had been taking notes of this for weeks, the sentiment growing even more when thinking about all the effort he had put into this. During the time that you had known him Pan always had this mystery surrounding him. One that almost nobody could figure out about him, whether it was because nobody could get that close to him due to his busy schedule and responsibilities, or the fact that he held distance between everybody and what he was actually feeling and thinking. But yet here he was, slightly moving the distance from you away, letting you start to get a glimpse into who he really was and all the things he actually wanted to say. People would say you were crazy that since he cleaned his room it was a symbol, but that’s how you start to open up to another, letting them see the place where you keep everything, and letting them see it for all it is. 

When the two of you finally got around to getting comfortable, after the mini tour of his room, there was something behind each of the movies sprinkled throughout that he had picked. A mention of either finding themselves or being able to fully express themselves, and through the message there was something that you were gaining from it all. The fact that he was at least a little ready to share a part about himself that he had hidden from the world, but maybe it wasn’t so bad letting it slip to one person. 

Peyn, out of the three of them, was the most sane when it came to things like this. Yes, did he have issues when it came to actually expressing what he felt towards you? Absolutely. But there was also a sense of needing you around that overridden almost every part of the emotionally stunted personality he had. There was a sort of urgency when he had come over to your room, asking about a potential “get together” as he called it for just the two of you, no annoying other members of either of your friends or his dorm members.

His room was already cleaned as when he had normally invited you over, but this time no open textbooks for studying or anything of the sort, instead sitting on his desk was his laptop facing towards the bed instead of the chair as per normal, and sitting next to his bed on his vanity was a few types of snacks, ones that you had realized were types that you both enjoyed. He hadn’t mentioned the reason for the two of you going over to his room other than to just hang out, so the room being set up as if it was a movie date was a little bit of a shock, but nonetheless, a good one! 

When you had finally looked back over at him he was sitting on his bed, trying to find a movie that he thought the both of you would like watching, even if more times than not people had mentioned how petty he was, and how emotionally repressed he was, there was a sense of belonging behind it, a sense of need that he would only come to you for, which is the exact reason you had found yourself standing in this room, watching the crimson-hair boy get exceedingly frustrated when nothing looked good as he scrolled the options on whatever streaming service Idia, or Pan had already paid for. Peyn was known for the fact that he would run people down, and even start pointless arguments just to be in a conversation, but there was another side that somebody could only see when actually looking at who he was and not just what he played off. The person who wanted to be around people. Somebody who just wanted to be remembered, even if it was because he had confronted something stupid. 

When he had finally found something there was only a short amount of time before he had moved to pull you to sit down next to him, already engrossed in the movie that had just started playing on the screen in front of you two, and the best part about it was, it was peaceful. No other people from his dorm coming in to bother the two of you, no random comments from Epel or whoever happened to be there at the time, and nobody there to get Peyn into an argument about something. Just the two of you in peace, sitting together, and the memories would last a lifetime.

[solarusofsun]

I think it's time for me to show this

WELCOME TO THE FOREST AU!

Before I even begin adressing stuff there is some things I wanna clarify:

First: English is not my first languague, that means some thing can be bad writen or with bad grammar, sorry for that, it will happend again.

Second: Even if my AU is serious, the writting won't be, mostly cuse Im dumb and I prefer to be informal over formal.

OK, NOW LET'S GET INTO THE EXPLANATION!!!

This is gonna be long

-> What is TheForestAU?

The Forest AU is a Alter Universe which it's inspired by those legends about creatures living in the woods. In this AU, forests are alive, maybe literally, with all type of spirits and entities which hide from the humans and only those chosen by The Forest can see them.

Basically magic stuff.

-> What is the plot of this AU?

For now, none. This AU is one of those AU where the characters are chill and don't have anyone constantly threatening them. Im planning of doing a bunch of comics about how the characters meet echaother and do world building. I love world building and this AU is basically that.

Maybe in a future I will make a more deep plot.

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CHARACTERS

Now I'm gonna talk about the human cast of this AU, yeah, human cast.

I decided to separate all the characters between two groups, human and non-humans. I would be doing another post for the other cast, cuse there are more non-human characters and that needs more writting.

HUMAN CAST

-> Peppino Spagetti

He didn't change a lot, he's still a messy bag of anxiety, only thing is that I made it worse.

In this AU, Peppino was able to buy a local kinda far from the city, but for a really good price! And, of course, the place was near a forest. Peppino didn't notice anything wrong, open his restaurant and everything was going alright, until a bunch of weird things started to happend around him and his place, that end it up leading into insomnia and nightmares. Of course this was not good, not only for Peppino, but also for the bussiness. What could be the cause of Peppino's misfortune? It probably had nothing to do with that forest, who somehow it's feels like it's calling him everynight.

-> Scott Stick

He's practically the same lol, I give him a casual fit just so I dont have to make the suit, cuse I dont like suits very much.

Scott is an inventor who tries to sell his products everytime he gets an chance, much are not a lot. He also always looks for an chance on making easy money, that's why he work with Theodore and the reason he bring him to Peppino's Restaurant, since that place is mostly where he sells/trys his inventions.

-> Theodore Noise

Ok, now we finally have a more drastic change.

In this AU, Noise is not a TV star, but a cameraman. Apart form that I didn't change a lot of his personallity. He likes to film things and always want to film something interesting. Meet Scott after Theodore film one of his inventions and find them intresting, since then they became business partners. He likes to go to Peppino's restaurant to annoy him cuse he also like to annoy people.

-> Phillip Pepperman

HUMAN PEPPERMAN JUMPSCARE!!!!!! Yeah, I make him human cuse it would make more sense, plus I didn't know what creature should a pepper be, so he's human now.

He preserves the same personallity as the original, I didn't change it a lot. He's still a painter, but it's more focused on mythology. Since he was a child he was in love with the idea of mystical life, all his paintings have something to do with the subject.

-> The Vigilante

THE VIGILANTE IS ALSO HUMAN OHDEAR

Vigilante actually doesn't know who's Peppino and the rest (at least for now), he lives in the forest and was raised by his grandparent. He is one of the choose ones of The Forest, so that means he can see the spirits and creatures living in the woods. He is also the protector of the forest, that's why he's still has the name of The Vigilante.

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PART 2 OF THIS

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OHGOD

That's everything for now, I spend like two hours writting this and I only cover up the simple characters. I will show the rest of the characters later

Also, this post works as an incentive to make me work on the comic, I need motivation and showing stuff makes me wanna draw more about it

Again, sorry if something is bad written or if it's written weird

But yeah, Welcome to my own Pizza Tower AU ^^

[serensama]

A Word with Friends

Thank you @hedwigoprah for always remembering meeeeee - I'm gonna see how far I can take this Illarook "one-shot" with all these words before I have to change course completely! XD

For you to copy and paste: Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends. Happy writing!

This week's word: Egregious

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Lilya managed to make her way to his office by muscle memory alone, her mind too busy imagining what her Talon could have been doing to her… her… Illario. What he could have been doing to Illario.  They hadn’t put a label on what they were doing, both of them muttering to themselves and each other as they peeled off their leathers, that it was madness. Temporary. Fleeting. Madness. If they had just been anyone else in their Houses, it could have been forgotten. But he was Dellamorte by blood, and she was Viago’s prized blade- dalliances between them meant more than just sex- no, to outsiders, it would seem like each House was vying to steal from the other. Depending on the perceived slight, it could mean war between Houses and considering it was against the damn First Talon… it would be seen as the most egregious of slights.  She did not think to sit down, knowing the fury that raced through Viago’s veins, he would bark at her to get up anyway or perhaps kick the seat from under her. He’d never been unnecessarily cruel to her before, but she reasoned there was always a day to start- and potentially starting a Crow Civil war just because she wanted to get off was a decent reason as any for a Talon. Still, she did not have the heart to end whatever was brewing between her and Illario, could not bear the idea that he wouldn’t be waiting for her on the outskirts of Treviso, to be the first to welcome her home from a contract. Hated the thought that he’d be back to hitting the bars and Casino and bringing back anyone other than her to warm his bed. Crushed by the mere notion that he would be used to further his damned House instead of finding something more meaningful with-  The door opened, and Lilya stood straighter, her hands behind her back like a soldier. Tense and barely breathing, she heard Viago slowly make his way to his desk, his cane lightly clicking on the floor in time with his boots, his breathing haggard as if he had just run miles to get there instead of a flight of stairs. She licked her lips and took a deep breath, readying herself to apologise and bear the brunt of his rage, but instead she saw his expression imbued with something much, much worse. Disappointment.  Fuck.  

--- Soft tagging: @mythals-whore @soeasilyswayed @thedissonantverses @ofcrowsanddragons @pixiedurango @woundedsoul12 @hightowerqueen @cocoboots @rookamell @nyx-de-riva @trash-nerd @jenn2d2 @seaglassmelody

[neidhart]

kcd oc 🧎🧎🧎 WHO IS HEEEEE

WOW, this is the first time someone had asked about my characters on social media, so thank you for reaching out!!

he is still a work in making, so i don't have a lot of definite lore set in stone yet, but i can talk about what i already have, and maybe do a proper post about him some other time

he's also not that much tied to the kcd plot, as he strays away from the main conflicts, just because he is an opportunist and prefers to profit from them while not necessarily taking part

this is basior (polish for a male wolf in hunter's jargon)

he's a bandit leader who roams various woods, poaches in them, terrorizes the local peasants and out of personal vendetta, attacks nobles passing by the forest trails where he currently resides

and that's mainly the idea i had for him!! i'm not very good at explaining things so my desriptions can be a little all over the place, but i'm also gonna throw in here some loose thoughts i wrote about him in order to get more familiar with his character:

Nobody really knows where he hailed from, as the man himself never spoke about his past.  There were rumours, of course, the kind you'd hear spoken in hushed whispers at places where no unwanted ears would hear them. Rumours, that claimed he was a werewolf, some swear he struck a pact with the devil, or even that he actually was the embodiment of the devil himself.  And maybe they were true. He never did anything to disperse those hearsays. Common people feared him, the nobles found him repulsive, and that gave him power and control which he very much enjoyed.  He didn't bear any personal name, at least none that mattered to him anymore. However, the people gave him a title - Basior, due to the fur cloak with wolf's head that served as a hood, which always obscured his face whenever he went hunting. It was like a second skin to him, once he wore it, it became one with him. He himself became a beast in those moments.  The man didn't care much for the name, but he allowed it, because it presented him more as a symbol or a wild animal than just a person, and that was very much to his liking. He was a threat to be reckoned with, and the forests he occupied were always treated with utmost caution, as the local residents refused to enter them at any given occasion, fearing that harm could come upon them if they dared to step inside. Strange things happened before to those who did, either they were never found again or came back so shaken, that they swore they had seen wrathful forest spirits among the trees, not just a common band of bandits.  He and his pack never lingered in one place too long, there was no reason to. It was easier for them to keep in move, as it would prevent them from being located easily by the local lords and their soldiers, who would want to deal with them for good. Outside the woods that they spent time poaching and living, they acted as scavengers and vultures - always following the trail of armies and scourging the battlefields after fights for loot and maybe even captives, if they could find some still breathing noble.  It was the only case in which he allowed nobles to stay alive upon encountering them. They were wounded, helpless, but overall - useful, if ransomed. He wasn't so merciful to those, who happened to travel through the forest paths, or the ones who hunted in the woods he occupied at the given time. Those encounters rarely ended well for those who opposed him. There was a deep-rooted hatred in his heart. At times the man thought it was the only thing that has kept him whole, the only thing that made his life thrive. And so, he fueled this spite that grew inside his heart with the blood of others.  At first, it was only of those who wronged him in some way or another, he justified his wrath as something that was inevitable. It was simply their fate. They would be judged by God after death, but why wait so long? Is it not better to quicken the process? They would die either way, as every living being. Later, he found that it didn't satisfy him anymore. He craved something else, something more fitted to his newly formed, cruel taste.

and that's basically it for now!! thank you for coming to my ted talk

[accio-victuuri]

i’m on board the clown car for this one. 🤡🤡🤡

while i do admit that shanghai is a busy city and “the place” for anything entertainment related — it’s still sus and there are other bits that seem to tie this all up pretty nicely.

0423, xzs released episode 2 of GG’s Europe vlog. tbh, that was unexpected for me to the point that i forgot we were still waiting for content. tho he did feature his Barcelona trip more. i saw someone mention that there was a focus on a car tire which some were saying is a clue for racer 85. i was meh about that but on the same day, wyb flew to shanghai and posted about his race. what emoticon did they use? yep. a car tire/wheel. 🛞

and yes. yes. this could be a coincidence. there are other reasons etc. but for this to happen on the same day. as a cpf, it got my attention 👀👀👀

and now we’re here, the next day, 0424, XZ is in Shanghai. ✈️ Hongqiao International Airport. This is close to Jiading, the city where Yibo’s race is gonna be taking place ( Shanghai Audi International Circuit ). 30 minutes away kind of close is what i’m talking about here.

majority are saying that he is there for work. some are even so precise saying it’s for 3 days and he specifically requested for this time period. take these things as fanfiction tho.

what gets me tho is how quiet his solo fanbase is about this. that actually says a lot. even on weibo. i think the first and only shot of him at the airport was close to 10PM. that’s still pretty early for his big fans to post about it and even for it to trend on weibo. such a big difference to when he was seen in Wuhan randomly at the airport. tho i have to say, the one related to Wuhan, there was a pretty clear video. compared to this one in Shanghai, it’s a screenshot from a video. not your usual airport video. which leads me to think that none of us were supposed to know about this but somehow — we did. his so/os could literally pick this up and boast about how he is booked and busy like he always is even with just but they didn’t. because they know who is in Shanghai right now. they know what the two of them being in the same city will imply. and just a day apart at that. this is confirmation enough for me lol. not that they will be together or anything, cause no one can absolutely confirm that to us, but it confirms what we always knew. that these solos are nervous as hell and are sensitive with the potential cpns 😂😂😂

some are saying that xz wants us to know that he is there so he showed himself. but with the type of material we got ( maybe i could be wrong and hours later we get a clearer video ) i’m doubting that claim. i’m 50/50 on that. there’s also the rumor that it’s a 3-day work trip. that’s highly unusual for XZ. his time is expensive. his shoots usually only last a day. or maybe it’s a different kind of work that he’s doing. who knows.

now we are all rethinking that cpn related to a video taken in a previous race. so was he really there. 👀

then you add how smiley yibo is in the content shared. tho of course i don’t attribute this all to XZ. he loves to race. this is his passion. so of course he will be happy. but like, he’s clearly in good condition — and inspired.

i have a feeling that this is not the end of the story. let’s see what things happen along the way. whatever it is, good luck to our dear racer 85 🙌🏼

…..and to the cpfs who will be there, well, they gotta keep their eyes open for a specific visitor. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

-END.

GG is in Shanghai 'for work'.

It's just a coincidence. 🤷🏼‍♂️

[stevn-rgers]

Just finished S1 of The Wheel of Time

First of all.. this is the plot of this fucking show so far:

Moiraine: *saves the town, rands dad, the whole group multiple times, Mat, literally everyone multiple times (getting injured & almost dying) - goes to her death to stand w Rand against the dark one, stays patient with them despite the continuous disrespect and causing problems*

Them: (mostly Nynaeve and Rand) : “shE CANT BE TRUSTED, SHE IS EVIL, DONT LISTEN TO HER, WE CAN HANDLE ALL OF THIS OURSELVES! EVERYTHING IS HER FAULT”

Anyway, on with my thoughts, some of it will prolly be controversial lol

I really expected to grow to like Nynaeve but fuck if she isn’t pissing me off every other episode if not every single one, like bro shut up and listen

Moiraine & Lan stay my favorites & I am obsessed with the relationship between Aes Sedai and their Warder(s)!! I wish there was more focus on it, it’s the most interesting plot point to me

On that, I LOVE watching fight scenes with the Aes Sedai & their warder(s)! The way they move in sync around each other, for example the town fight in ep1 w Lan & Moiraine + the battle in the woods when Alanna and her warders are fighting! As she went to do a huge explosion they both took slight cover just in time - knowing her moves as she did them

Egwene is prob my favorite of the group of 5, she actually listens to reason & doesn’t just jump to conclusions/throw a tantrum. And her little backstory about the fever when she was a kid? Amazing, it gives such a look into her strength

^ like I said I like her a lot but ARE YOU KIDDING? She didn’t kill child psycho when she had a chance??

Wolves are one of my fave animals so I’m loving this situation w Perrin

THOM???!!!! I loved him??

I called the dragon literally from the beginning but I like that I was right, it fits well and I like the way they came out with it.

I hate Liandrin with a passion, like I wanted someone to just throw a single punch. And ik she gets worse.

Also Mat needs to stop being such a problem like listen my guy, find some chill. Also do I ship him and Rand? Yes tf I do, fight me

So I find the dynamic of Moiraine & Lan with the Lan/Nynaeve interesting. Like as her wander she is more to him than any other relationship — but he’s falling in love with Nynaeve. So I wonder about that, I’m sure that later in the show he’ll have to choose at some point between helping/saving one of them. And with how much Nynaeve dislikes and is rude to Moiraine rn….

Loial is PRECIOUS TO ME. Love and adore him, I screamed when he was stabbed fuck this noise

I need Nynaeve to stop pissing me tf off please and thank you. I want to like her, esp if she’s gonna be with my mans. So she needs to fucking stop her bullshit. Stop making poor Moiraine’s life a million times more difficult than it already is while you’re at it. Like she wants so bad to be the wisest and the most powerful.. her pride is so dangerous.

I feel like every other episode Rand is pissing me off so bad but then I like him but then I want to knock him tf off. I’m hoping he will also stop being so damn frustrating in s2

The way Moiraine thought she’d die so she shut Lan out so he couldn’t follow her to his death - and she sent him to his fam & essentially pushed him toward Nynaeve bc she feels he deserves better and more than a life of protecting her.. I’m not okay

So pissed off with that ending ya’ll, esp when Moiraine losing her connection/powers

“To be a woman is to be always alone, and never alone.” CHILLS. Every single time

If I dislike a character you do, don’t come at me, I’m on ep1 of s2 right now, I’m sure my opinions will change many times as I continue.

[devils-little-sistaaa]

I only like Nico with short hair when it’s done right. And if it’s not done exactly like this then don’t even do short hair Nico just give him back his long emo swoop that eventually grows into a emo mullet.

If his hairs gonna be short it’s gonna be something like an undercut and it’s gotta be messy and choppy and spiky and split ends on top because he trims it with razor blades and a shaver and his hands are kinda shaky and unsteady every time he does it and he’s always running his finger through it to make it stick up in the air like crazy and he rarely ever washes it it’s greasy as fuck and he got dandruff and the only reason he cut it short in the first place is because his old long hair was getting really matted cause he never brushed or washed it and it was starting to hurt his scalp so he just said fuck and went crazy with a shaver and razor blades one night at 3 AM when he’s sleep deprived and maybe a bit drunk or high or both.

And that’s the only circumstance I support short hair Nico thank you for coming to my ted talk

[haikirii]

thoughts on qsmp - a brazilian experience

topics: xenophobia, racism

when I heard about QSMP for the first time, I was enchanted.

it was 2023, I distanced myself from others SMP's since DSMP was... a lot lmao C and I wasn't even directly involved in the fandom! —; Paranormal Ordem comunity was my only actual fandom activity with fanfics and projects and Cellbit was... tired from a lot of things (Enigma of Fear, myself was unsatisfied with his streams and comunity handle by him, I was angry and sad with a lot of things) and then I saw something about Quackity and the Eggs.

oh, that was something, I loved that. a server with multilingual members with a real translator? that's dope, not gonna lie here. oh, Foolish is in it... PHILZA is in it, that's really cool.

CELLBIT AND TAZERCRAFT WILL JOIN????? now, THAT'S CRAZY. and then, I was completely consumed by the server. I couldn't think of anything else, I was completely in love with the idea of ​​being able to share my culture; of teaching my language the way it is spoken every day; of meeting new people who don't even understand Portuguese and I don't even write in Spanish; of seeing different streamers that I had never heard of because of the language barrier.

I'm from the north of Brazil. Even though I'm here in this country, my culture is also invisible for various reasons and being able to share it little by little gave me… happiness.

and then the first wave happened.

I know that brazilians are not really easy to deal with on the internet. we are noisy, we are numerous, we can really go over the top when we like something — and it's no wonder that half of the accounts on stantwt have brazilian admins. but when the elections happened, I think people got a little too scared by our noise. and I'm not trying to make us look like saints, to say that we never made mistakes or that the fanbases of Brazilian streamers were 100% calm (believe me, I have a LOT to say about the fanbase of a certain blond cubito and his streamer and even q!Cellbit himself), but I also don't think the way we were treated was fair.

I remember I tweeted "some of u guys just like brazilians when all of us are just memes, silly and loud but when we use this intensity to things u dont agree u talk shit about us :)" and that... hasn't changed much, honestly.

and I LOVE QSMP, seriously. I always think about it, I have fanfics, documents, theorys, GOD I LOVED this server so much it hurts because I think I will never love a server this much.

and I love Bolas and Soulfire, but I can't help but feel angry about the day Purgatory happened because I feel like that was the end of the server. and I'm sorry, but it's simply terrifying to remember that ALL the lores that were set to start that day were completely interrupted to the point that CCs who had entered just to even restart their lores never returned. I could spend HOURS (as I already have, by the way) talking badly about this event and everything that followed it.

but it was at this event that I got a small glimpse of the xenophobia we would suffer the following year.

since the Festa Junina event, I talked incessantly about how excited I was for the Carnival event. I LOVE Carnival, it is one of my favorite parties and one of the most beautiful in my memory. I always said how everyone would love Carnival, that they could even put Boi Bumbá there.

two weeks before the carnival event, we suffered a massive wave of xenophobia from the Quackity community. I watched the event, which was not even half of what was being planned, completely sad. and I'm sorry to those who still like the streamer, but I just can't do it anymore.

when I look at him, I remember that my friends were called monkeys for being Brazilian by people who used their face as an icon; I remember that we begged for WEEKS, it wasn't one day, it wasn't two days, it was WEEKS asking Quackity, the OWNER of the server that claimed to be "inclusive with everyone beyond the language barrier", to say something in favor of BRAZILIANS. and all we received was a SHALLOW speech on the live that didn't even say who the attacks were being directed at. we begged for at least a note on the official accounts only to later find out that the admins of the update accounts couldn't post anything because it was "controversial" even though they really wanted to support us.

"I don't speak monkey" | 2. "3 monkeys speaking portuguese"

Many tweets using the term "brazuca" which IS a term used with the intention of offending.

and that hurt. it hurt a lot to see that a server that I shared my culture so much with became this. but more than anything, I felt angry. I felt angry for all the Brazilians in the community, I felt angry for the CCs who were also being massively targeted by the xenophobia of the server owner's own community.

And February came. and one thing that people outside the community or who were not as active in the Brazilian and Spanish-speaking community don't know is that: cellbit being exposed early wasn't a coincidence. The intense xenophobia of certain Quackity fans was mainly aimed at the cellbit community that actively spoke about these absurdities, especially after the exposure of the streamer Forever at the beginning of the year.

and I know the text is confusing, but this is a great outburst of what we've been through. What happened with Forever was a big trigger: accusations that brazilians were covering it up when it was US who discovered the tweets, spoke to the victim and translated them into other languages ​​because informal brazilian portuguese is extremely difficult to understand if you're not a native speaker or don't study the language.

then, they turned their targets to Cellbit, where a Space on Twitter took place calling him an abuser, making jokes about him allegedly beating his ex-girlfriend and calling his fans "abusinlovers" and saying that his current girlfriend, Lorena, should suffer the same alleged treatment he gave to his ex.

"talking about cellbit"

and after his ex purposely made that tweet, all of us BRAZILIANS were looking to understand the situation while they continued with the xenophobia against all of us and Cellbit, saying that WE MONKEYS were protecting an abuser when we were as confused as all of them. all this because we were voting for Cellbit for the Streamer Awards and not for Quackity.

and do you know where that translated tweet from his ex came from? from what you call "leaktwt". cellbit denied his ex in that document and the lawsuit against her is still ongoing, but the attacks against him, our community and now Bagi have not stopped.

Do you know why? Because we sided with the administrators. You may have reservations about Leah's conduct, that's fine, I respect that. But she wasn't the only one to talk about her experience there, about the underpaid salaries and abusive working hours. And obviously the Brazilian community and streamers sided with her.

and this generated ANOTHER wave of xenophobia now towards Bagi, who had sided with the Empanada administration; towards Baghera with sexist insults and towards Cellbit who was just QUIET because he didn't want to get involved in any more things.

So, yes, I'm simply TIRED of seeing attacks whenever this server is mentioned by its creator himself, about how he "never made mistakes" and how he was "unfairly treated" when the Brazilian fanbase wants to cry just remembering how they were treated. I love qsmp, but I really don't want it to come back. I don't want a qsmp2 to just forget past mistakes.

and I know this text isn't even half of what I have to say about this server, but all I feel right now is frustration.

[lilislegacy]

Considering the fact that Percy is half Greek, do you think he's circumcised or not circumcised? What do you think? (if you think of this at all lol, maybe it's just me) I'm a big history nerd and in history books circumcision is mostly associated with Christian and Muslim cultures (I'm not from the US so I have no idea what the common for the average man is in there), but it is true that in Greece a very low percentage of men actually get circumcised, I know for a fact Greek gods and so included Poseidon does not engage in rites like these, so do you think Sally would have kept respectful to that side of his dad?

So sorry if this is a bit on the unhinged/weird side (you could totally not answer if you don't want to) but I can't avoid asking someone this since I'm veeery curious about what other people think.

So… I’m sure some people would label this a “weird” or “inappropriate” thing to answer, but honestly, I’m in healthcare, and this is just a natural part of new parenthood and biological males' health/well-being — so I’m gonna talk about this from a very objective perspective. This is something a lot of people either have experienced themselves or will eventually have to consider, especially since roughly half the population is biologically male, and a good portion of the other half might end up making this choice if they have a biological son. So I really don’t see a reason to treat it like a taboo topic.

Also just to clarify — I’m strictly talking about fictional Percy from the books, not anyone real.

So, it’s a great question, and honestly, one we can’t answer definitively. On one hand, I could totally see Sally being the kind of mom who wouldn’t want her newborn to go through a painful and unnecessary medical procedure. And since she is so knowledgeable when it comes to Greek history and myth, there’s a solid chance she might honor that culture and not have it done. But on the other hand, she didn’t really have any mortal male figures in her life to consult. And usually, it’s a decision that’s often influenced by the father’s input, since men tend to have more personal insight into it. In the U.S., circumcision is fairly common and is often encouraged (though never forced) by doctors, mainly for hygiene reasons. (Though the validity of that reasoning is controversial.) So I can definitely see her doing some research and deciding on it. But regardless, it can be a very difficult and personal decision. I can see why she wouldn’t, and I can see why she would. You know?

Also… I'm having a thought. If a demigod does get circumcised, would it even... stay? Like, do we think it might somehow reverse itself? Heal back? Regrow? I don’t even know how to phrase this without sounding ridiculous lol, but you get the idea, right? Demigods have accelerated healing. And especially Percy... like imagine Sally goes through with it, and then during his first bath afterwards, it just… grows back LOL?? Idk how it works though. I mean, say Percy’s hand got chopped off, would it grow back in water or would the stump just heal???? 😭

Idk guys maybe I shouldn’t have answered this. I’ve spiraled now. Begging someone else to please say something or reblog and contribute LOL

[mizuki-nikki]

the character development of sasuke uchiha

i’ve been rewatching naruto lately, and today i wanna rant a bit about my first ever anime crush — sasuke uchiha.

not gonna lie, when i was 8, i liked him mostly because he was cool and handsome. super shallow reason, i know, but i was just a kid back then haha.

as i grew up and got into naruto shippuden, it hit me how much sasuke’s character changed. and honestly, being his fan started to get tough. in the og naruto, sasuke was calm, collected, and actually a good friend. but once the whole revenge thing with itachi took over, he started spiraling — lashing out at naruto and losing control.

i didn’t like that side of him, but looking back, it makes sense. he was a kid dealing with trauma most people couldn’t even begin to understand. his entire clan was murdered, and he was manipulated by itachi, orochimaru, and obito. honestly, it’s a miracle he didn’t lose his mind sooner.

sasuke before going rogue was genuinely likable. he worked well with his team, stayed cool under pressure, and thought before acting. that calm attitude was what drew me to him.

and even under orochimaru’s wing, you could still see that composure. he never killed unnecessarily and focused on getting stronger. when he formed team hebi/taka, i really liked how clear-headed and intentional he was. he had a goal, and he stuck to it.

but everything changed after he learned the truth about itachi. that’s when he really snapped. he became unstable, impatient, and reckless. he spiraled into darkness and started making wild decisions — like attacking the five kage summit (which, let’s be real, was kind of an iconic & memorable arc).

then came the war arc. when he suddenly wanted to “help,” i didn’t know how to feel. kishimoto made his character feel super inconsistent at that point. like, bro went rogue, committed actual crimes, and now he wants to be hokage? i remember reading that chapter and being so embarrassed i couldn’t even finish it properly. it was hard being a sasuke fan during that time.

and even after all the major battles — fighting madara, teaming up with naruto and sakura, defeating kaguya — he just decides he wants to kill all the kage? it felt like his character was just bouncing all over the place.

i get that kishimoto wanted to build up to naruto vs sasuke by the end of the story, and yeah, sasuke being alive by the end probably had a lot to do with his popularity. fans would’ve lost their minds if he died.

but honestly? i wouldn’t have minded if that was how it ended. it might’ve hit harder emotionally. if he’d fully joined obito, there would’ve been no turning back, and that could’ve been powerful in its own way.

but let’s put that aside. once sasuke started atoning for everything, i started liking him again. in boruto, his character is honestly peak. he’s mature, composed, powerful, and wise. this version of sasuke is my favorite by far. it’s like when you look back at your past and cringe, but realize all your mistakes helped shape who you are now — that’s sasuke. all the pain, manipulation, and bad choices made him who he is today.

i’m really glad naruto saved him. and i’m glad kishimoto gave him a chance to grow and find peace. compared to other mangaka like isayama or gege, kishimoto’s writing is definitely softer — and sasuke surviving the story is proof of that.

because let’s be honest — if this was attack on titan or jujutsu kaisen, sasuke would’ve been dead by the end of shippuden. no way he’d make it out alive. those writers are ruthless. isayama and gege don’t play around like that haha.

my only real issue with sasuke’s arc is the way kishimoto handled his relationship with sakura. he tried to kill her — multiple times — and then ended up marrying her? i get that people change, but that still feels off to me. probably the only part of his development that doesn’t sit right. but yea, i don't think romance is kishimoto's forte anyway.

but overall? sasuke uchiha has one of the most complex and fascinating character arcs in anime. he’s flawed, he’s messy, but he’s real. and he’s still my favorite character of all time.

[slaaverin]

First, thank you for this in-depth reading and your bravery for making it.

I took a few notes which I'm gonna lay out and comment on.

It's crazy how accurate the cards are.

First about the family aspect of tkkers and them being represented by monkeys is so funny to me because what they do is so absurd that they became "circus monkeys" for jikookers, people who perform, are loud, silly and overall amusing to watch. Ouch xD

What I found interesting with the communication card in the jikooker side is that it aligned perfectly with my own observations. The bond that unifies jikookers seems to go beyond the physical sometimes. I've seen many jikookers having similar dreams and it's like we are so in tune (even if there are some differences) that we are in telepathy and overall - with our connexion to unconditional love - it's like we share one heart even. All of our hearts are connected with love and we celebrate it whether within the community but also with Jimin & Jungkook. This is really heartwarming and beautiful.

About truth and the way it can either destroy tkkers or their own truth can destroy something it's very much what I have been saying for a while. What they do with their truth in action can very much stay online but in a cult as you said it takes only a few individuals that would be willing to go to extremes and this whole mess could turn in a VERY DANGEROUS situation for Jimin & Jungkook in real life. I pray and hope that this never happens and that this truth will destroy them instead but this is a real possibility and everyone needs to look out for all of that. The company especially when it comes down to security of the artists (but they have no qualms feeding tkkers sometimes apparently which to me is playing with fucking fire but it's a topic for another day)

About the wheel of fortune and jikookers expanding and things unfolding in a new way I think that is the vibe - even if we weren't sure we were right - that all the jikookers are getting. End of military means new chapter, more freedom. And Jimin's letter also is hinting at this in a heavy way so I'm like ok wait&see but this inkling in our intuition is hard to ignore tbh. I have absolutely no idea what will happen or even if something big will be happening but we can all feel change and expansion coming.

And finally your view on the 3 of swords in very interesting if we talk about reinforcement. Because jikookers have always had this healthy level of skepticism and level-headedness and every time we try to be "reasonable" jikook come in and just smash it and they REINFORCE what we've been feeling intuitively. Which leaves us with the cup (the award) lol so the fact that's a future potential doesn't suprise me at all because that's basically what they've been doing all along.

Now if it's about something "bigger" that could potentially come it remains to be seen.

Your analogy about the car is interesting because it made me think about some jikooker's belief that something very big will be coming right after military but this idea of delay and still going on the journey I guess makes sense if their belief is not fulfilled at this particular time. It would be a setback, a delay in the journey but ultimately we'll still continue on the road and wait for Jimin & Jungkook to have the right conditions to move how they wanna move. And we'll follow along lol

I've been saying on my blog that the main problem of tkkers is lack of awareness and I think everything else stems out from this.

Overall their situation is sad and concerning and I hope someday they'll be able to leave all of this behind.

Your comment about jikooker's support is very important at this time and I totally agree. When they come out of ms, however they present themselves to us we need to support the hell out of them and leave a ton of positive messages and encouragements. I think they will need it more than ever.

Thank you so much it's very informative to break it all down like this 💜

TaeKookers VS JiKookers: Thoughts, Analysis, and Vibes - Tarot & Oracle Readings for The Communities

Catch the vibe, it's an interesting one regardless, I swear!

The manipulation chart and images are below the cut for reference. When I get the website back up, I'll include the notes and everything as well in a full post with the video.

[chewyhanniebug]

Beautiful Life Junhan singing lines (Show Champion - 250326)

[zehl0w]

Happy birthday my baby boy my present to you is my first ever fully finished comic