#i was in my old room (and it was much bigger than reality) and it was filled with junk

[chemicalarospec]

Y'all I dreamed that I was looking after the mcr/fob dog and it freaking BIT me. And nastily too, I was bleeding and the wounds were deep.

[colleendoran]

How Do I Do Stuff

The question was phrased a little strangely, and I don't want to embarrass the person by posting exactly what was said, but I'll answer it and hope this clears everything up.

I do almost all of my drawing by hand. No, I don't trace in Photoshop. Not a judgment on those who do, but I come from a generation of artists who did not use Poser programs or other digital tools. We learned to draw using a technique called the Sight Size method. I know a lot of people assume everyone - including the old masters - traced everything using optical tools, but while it is true some people did, it is just as true that most didn't, and you can draw with great accuracy if you learned how to draw the old fashioned way.

Sight Size breaks everything down into its barest components of geometric shapes and you build from there. Once you learn it, you never forget, and it applies to everything you will ever draw.

I learned it using a set of Famous Artist Course books my mom had since she was a kid, and they are still the gold standard. They're often on ebay. If I were you, I'd buy them.

I actually find using figure reference really annoying because I like exaggerations and modifications from reality in my final work.

This page from Neil Gaiman's Chivalry was drawn and painted without figure reference of any kind.

I don't know why people assume I trace all the time. If you were to try to use photographs to replicate these figures, you would find they are slightly off. There is no tracing here.

This is not to say I never use reference. This page, for example, was referenced from a photo of my mother. Isn't she pretty.

But this page of Sir Galaad was drawn and painted without reference.

He's pretty, too.

If he were real, I'm sure a lot of people would be very happy about it. But he's not. And had I reference, the art would have gone a lot faster. I had a time trying to nail this face that is very alive in my head but doesn't really exist.

Back in the ancient days, all cartoonists had to learn to draw and paint extemporaneously because reference was limited and digital tools didn't exist. While some high end artists had photography studios and professional models with costume and sets on hand, small fry like me were limited to what was in the house or available at my small local library, which was no bigger than a few rooms of my current house.

Artists kept extensive "morgue files" or "swipe files" which were collected from magazine clippings and photographs so we would have as much of what we might need on hand for quick reference. These ephemera collections could get unwieldy. I have thousands of photographs I've simply never sorted. I finally dumped most of my files this past year.

Have I ever traced anything? Of course, especially if I have to re-use a shot or setting over and over. Making extra work for myself is just silly. It's my job to make pictures, not to perform magical feats, like copying one shot after another over and over without making a mistake.

However, for almost 15 years of my career, I refused to copy or trace anything, and did not even own a lightbox. On the one hand, that forced me to learn to carefully examine what I saw. On the other hand, it was a stupid hill on which many deadlines died.

Only after I realized many professional artists had lightboxes and overhead projectors did I finally break down and get one.

The one thing I use my lightbox for more than anything is for tracing my thumbnail sketches to the final drawing paper. Instead of trying to capture the liveliness of the original sketch by copying what I see - only bigger - I blow the thumbnail up to the size I want the final art to be, then I trace over the thumbnail using a lightbox onto the final drawing paper.

Here's a look at thumbnails from the graphic novel Neil Gaiman's Snow, Glass, Apples.

I enlarged these on my computer to fit onto 11"x14" paper, and traced the thumbs before finishing the art which was drawn in pen and ink and colored in Photoshop.

While I obviously made some changes, the essence of the thumbs is there in the final work. Tracing my thumbs retains some of the looseness of the original sketches, which is often lost otherwise.

So, there is a valid purpose to tracing at times, though in my opinion, too much tracing can weaken drawing ability, substitute for developing skills, and make the work kind of stiff.

If you want to, I'm not your judge. But it's weird to me that people think I must be faking my skills in some way.

Ironically, the word cartoon comes from the Italian word cartone, which is a large heavy sheet of paper - also, the origin of the word carton.

Preparatory sketches were made on this paper which was then transferred to the final work surface via either tracing or by stamping little holes in the paper through which dust was sprinkled, recreating the contours of the drawing for the artist to follow.

So the origin of the word cartoon comes from a process often used...for tracing.

[lace-coffin]

Hi!!! I really like your headcanons and I would’ve liked if your wrote some headcanons for Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewitt and Yautja (male if possible) with a muscular female reader. A muscle mommy if you will.

Pretty please :3

Hi! I’m so glad you like my headcanons that’s so lovely to hear < 3 I had such a good time writing this omg! I’m gonna write a fem yautja aswell for my little lesbian self !

How would the slashers react to a Muscle mommy!Reader? (NSFW)

Requests are open!

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms loves your muscles, he thinks you’re the most attractive person on this earth anyway but the muscles are an added bonus. He always feels so safe wrapped in your big arms when he’s having a bad day, it makes him feel grounded and protected.

He absolutely loves being put in his place, Brahms can be pretty stubborn at the best of times. Refusing to go to his lessons or take a bath? Up you go! Feel free to give his ass a slap if he kicks. He’ll yell and play up but he loves it, being manhandled over your shoulder like an object. Just ignore the boner pressing into you that he totally doesn’t have and is very angry about.

Demands to add your workout to his schedule. Brahms absolutely sits at the table with a little cup of tea and enjoys the show. The way the sweat drips down your arms is absolutely sinful and he loves every moment.

He absolutely hides behind you if you see a mouse or rat scuttle along the floor of the old mansion. Will your muscles realistically help against a mouse? Probably not. Is the mouse actually going to hurt a fully grown man? No. Does Brahms give a shit? No to both.

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy is a big guy himself, especially in the arm department, so he can appreciate how much work and time goes into your muscles. He defiantly has some weights and gym equipment in the basement for when it’s too hot to work out outside or you don’t feel like leaving the house. It’s a lot darker and cooler down there so you don’t have to worry about passing out from the heat or getting sunburnt.

Tommy will make himself ‘Busy’ in the basement when you’re working out. In reality he’s just moving things around pointlessly in an attempt to look like he’s not ogling you from across the room. If you tease him about it his ears will go a cute shade of pink. Let him know he’s allowed to just watch, he doesn’t need an excuse, hell, give him a little show whilst you’re at it.

Arm wrestling is a family event, and by that I mean you and Tommy wrestle and Hoyt yells from the sidelines. It’s nice for Tommy to have someone to roughhouse with without worrying about snapping their arm like a twig. It’s all fun and games so it’s not about who’s winning. Who’s counting anyway? (You’re totally winning)

If you want to fluster him easily then flex for him, pop him a flex whilst you’re helping move barn equipment, he eats it up every time. If you’re sweaty from the heavy lifting too? Even better

Hoyt has less chance of messing with or insulting you if you’re ripped. knowing that he’s an older man and that you could crush him like a tin can saves you from his scrutiny most of the time. Not that you think you would get to kick his ass before Tommy jumped in, but the idea is nice.

Male Yautja

Your partner is used to seeing female yautja bigger and stronger than himself but seeing it on you is so…different and exciting. He’s fascinated by the way the hard muscle sits on your human frame. He’d be lying if he said your strength didn’t lure him in.

He’s super proud of you, shows you off as his mate at any given chance, excitedly talking about how committed to training you are and how you’re perfectly made for hunting. His human is so little but so strong!!

Your mate loves to gift you jewellery and clothing, especially ones that accentuate your arms and midriff, totally not for his own prying eyes or anything. Bone accessories hang around your biceps, hand tied by your mate. He won’t be offended if you gain more muscle and he needs to alter his jewellery, infact he’d be delighted.

You’re not as strong as him considering he’s a massive reptile-esque alien who could crush you like a bug but you’re strong enough for him to not be as worried about hurting you as he would a normal human. You can play rough and dish it out at the same time. Sometimes he lets you win but he won’t tell you that.

Play fighting is always exiting, one minute you’re cuddling in your nest and the next you have him in a headlock, it’s a dirty move but it’s so worth it to see his mandibles flair as he flails in surprise. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find it a little hot too.

Female Yautja

Female Yautja are known for their strength and stature so having someone who stands on even ground (or as even as it can be with your mates strength) is impressive and new to her.

Dressing you up is a favourite pass time of hers, draping you in the finest silky materials from all over the planets and bone jewellery, hand crafted and hunted personally. Your mate is gratuitous in using semi-transparent fabrics for your outfits, giving herself ample opportunity to see slithers of taught muscles as you go about day to day.

Mating is always intense to say the least, usually females will wrestle the males for dominance during intercourse and well, you pack some weight behind you. Both of you are well defined in the muscle area and neither of you like to loose. Luckily you both have pretty good stamina so you’re not exhausted before you actually get to the deed. Sometimes you manage to pin her and the look on her face is gorgeous, fucked out flustered, she might even tilt her head in submission and give you access to her neck if you’re lucky.

[starkwlkr]

baby on the loose | charles leclerc

“She won’t get lost, I’ll hold her hand the entire time.”

y/n heard Charles say as she got her daughter ready for the day. It was a Sunday, the US Grand Prix to be exact. Her daughter, Ruby, or as the internet knew her by baby leclerc, was going through that phase where she was curious about everything so she wanted to explore as much as she could. That meant y/n was having panic attacks every minute because the little girl wanted to explore every single thing.

“You’re going to be busy, love. We’ll just be in your driver’s room, right Ruby?” y/n asked the girl, who was too busy playing with her toy cars that her uncle carlos bought her.

“But I want our daughter to see me race. This is her first Grand Prix, mon amour.” Charles begged. He wanted his daughter to finally see him race. Before, Ruby had only seen him race through the tv.

“I know how much this means to you so fine. We’ll watch from the garage.” y/n smiled at her husband. His lips turned into a huge smile when he heard that his little girl was finally going to see him race.

“You hear that, ruby? You’re going to see papa race!” Charles looked down to where ruby was supposed to be, but the little girl wasn’t there playing with her cars like she was before.

“That sneaky little girl. Ruby!” Y/n yelled as she looked everywhere for the girl. She then heard giggles coming from underneath the bed.

“Where is my baby?” Charles called out. He then waited a few seconds until Ruby popped out from under the bed with a smile on her face.

“Here!” She said excitedly then threw herself onto Chares. “I’m here papa.”

“There’s my big girl. Listen, you and maman are going to see me race. Isn’t that exciting?” Charles pressed a kiss to his daughter’s forehead.

“Race this car?” Ruby pointed to the car that had fallen to the ground.

“A much bigger version of this car, mon chérie. It’s bigger than you! But you have to promise me one thing. You’re going to stay with maman. No running off because where papa races there will be many people and we don’t want you to get lost. Okay? Stay with your mother and then we can go get ice cream when papa wins the race.”

Ruby was a little girl, she didn’t really listen to anything Charles had said until he mentioned the word ice cream. So when the family made it to the paddock, the girl was impatient. All she wanted was to wander around, but her mom wouldn’t let her.

“Okay, I have to go. I’ll see you two after. I love you.” Charles kissed his wife’s lips then crouched down to his daughters level. “Remember stay with your mother.”

“Ice cream after?” Ruby smiled

“Yes, Ruby, ice cream after.” Charles kissed ruby on the cheek then waved goodbye to his family.

y/n waved goodbye, but squinted her eyes since the bright sun was blinding her. “Where are my sunglasses? Ruby, come here so mama can put sunscreen on you.” y/n opened her bag to find her sunglasses then the bottle of sunscreen for Ruby. As she put on her sunglasses, y/n opened up the bottle of sunscreen, ready to smear some on ruby’s face, but when the mom looked down the little girl was gone.

“Ruby? Oh god, not right now. Ruby!” Y/n stuffed the sunscreen back into her bag and began her search for her daughter.

In reality, Ruby didn’t go that far. While her mom was saying goodbye to her dad, Ruby saw her uncle pierre walk by so she ran to him as fast as her little legs could take her. But the thing with ruby was that she was easily distracted so before she could even make it to Pierre, she saw a woman walk by wearing her orange mclaren shirt that reminded her of the one she had seen her uncle Daniel wear several times on tv so she followed the woman just to tell her that her uncle Daniel had the exact same shirt.

“So Daniel, any pre race rituals for today?”

Ruby didn’t know where she was. All she heard was some woman talking to Daniel. Her uncle Daniel.

“Just same old rituals…”

“Uncle Daniel!” Ruby yelled, but the Aussie driver couldn’t hear her little yells over all the commotion in the paddock.

Ruby quit her attempts at trying to get Daniel’s attention so she continued her adventures wherever her legs took her. That’s basically how she ended up in the Red Bull garage listening to Christian Horner talk to his team.

From the corner of his eye, Christian spotted the little girl paying attention to him as if she knew what he was talking about. “And who might you be, young lady?”

“Ruby Jules Louise Leclerc. I think.” Ruby replied which got a laugh from Christian and the rest of the Red Bull team.

“You think?” The team principal asked.

“I can’t remember which one goes first, but my dad and mom call me ruby. But I like Jules better. It sounds pretty.” Ruby admitted.

“It is pretty. You’ve got a very pretty name. And where’s your mother?” Christian questioned. he had met the girl’s mom before, but he couldn’t spot her anywhere.

“I don’t know. I saw uncle Pierre and i wanted to say hi to him but then I saw a lady with the same shirt uncle Daniel has and then I saw uncle Daniel but he didn’t see me and now I’m here talking to you.” The girl explained.

“Ah, I see. Your mother must be looking for you. Come on.” Christian took the girl’s hand and led her out the Red Bull garage.

“Where are we going?” Ruby asked.

“To get you back to your parents.”

“Can we get ice cream first?”

And that’s how Christian Horner ended up in the Ferrari garage.

“I believe I caught one of your tiny spies in my garage, Leclerc.” Christian announced as he brought the young girl to her dad, who was talking with his teammate.

“He gave me ice cream!” Ruby showed her dad the ice cream cone that Christian bought her.

“Where where you been?” Charles picked up his daughter.

Ruby shrugged and continued eating her ice cream. “My guess is that the little one ran off so y/n is probably freaking out looking for her. Kelly was with me when I bought her the ice cream. She told me she would text y/n that Ruby was found and that I was bringing her back to you.” Christian explained.

“I made a friend, daddy, her name is Penelope but her mama calls her P. We got ice cream together.” Ruby said.

“Ruby, you shouldn’t run off like that. What did I tell you?” Charles asked.

“That we would get ice cream.”

“Wow, Perceval.” Carlos laughed. “I mean, no ruby listen to your dad.”

“I said to stay with maman and you didn’t.” Charles frowned.

“This is a big place for a little girl like you, Ruby Jules.” Christian said to the girl.

“She told you her whole name?” Charles asked.

Christian nodded. “She says she prefers Jules because it’s pretty.”

“Like uncle Jules!” Ruby said with a smile. That made Charles crack a smile.

“Yes, just like uncle Jules. Thank you Christian.” Charles said to the Red Bull team principal.

“No problem. And you, little lady, stay out of trouble and stop spying on me. I know you’re a working with Ferrari so your dad can win. I’ve got my eye on you.” Christian played along as he left the Ferrari garage.

“I’m a spy, daddy!” Ruby giggled as Charles put her on the ground.

“Yeah? Well little miss spy, let’s go find maman and tell her you’re okay so she doesn’t have a heart attack.”

“Uncle Carlos, you want ice cream?” Ruby asked the Spanish man.

“I’m okay, cariño. Come on, let’s go find your mama.”

Yeah, it was a chaotic start to Ruby’s first Grand Prix. One that she will always remember.

[obesogen]

I care more about fat than anything else.

When I make excuses to not see people so I can spend my time just sitting in my room, thinking about obesity and looking at the fattest people ever to be alive, or drawings of people fatter than our present reality allows, I wonder–––

Everyone who knows me knows I'm a bit flaky. A few who know me very well know I am prone to using porn and fantasy to disappear from the world.

No one knows what I really do, though. No one knows how deep this goes, how old it is. No one understands how powerful, how uncontrollable, and how unlimited my lust for fat really is.

They don't know much time I spend every day just thinking about fat. How I spend hours and hours every day and every night looking at photos, videos, gifs, and artwork universally depicting bodies on the furthest, ragged extremes of obesity, and beyond.

They don't know how, if I could find them, I would devote the rest of my life to the care and further fattening of a nearly immobile partner. The thought of my mega obese love rolling down the aisle at our wedding towards me in their extra-wide power wheelchair, sporting enormous, bespoke attire because they are far too fat for any available clothing, immensely fat and soon to be only even more so with me at their side, fills me with such contentment to imagine.

I would cut ties with anyone in my life in a heartbeat for a life spent devoted to my massively obese partner. I see us hiding ourselves away from a world that doesn't understand our love. They swell bigger every day, with every drive-thru run, every pint of ice cream, every 2-liter of soda, hundreds and hundreds of grams of sugar every few hours, practically on a drip.

I care more about fat than anything else.

[togrowoldinv]

Cheeseburgers

Brie Larson x Reader

When you accompany Brie to an award show, your feelings for her are revealed

Note: First Brie fic yay! This is a fluffy little something. I hope y’all enjoy!

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When the door opens, your breath catches in your throat. Standing in front of you is the most beautiful woman in the world. You know for sure that you’re in love with her.

But she is only your best friend.

“So, what do you think?” Brie asks you. She steps closer to you and spins so you can get a full view of her outfit.

“You are so beautiful,” you tell her. She smiles so wide that her cheeks hurt.

“Thank you, y/n. I’m so glad you’re coming with me tonight.”  

Her hair and makeup artists get to work on her again, and she ushers you to get dressed. It isn’t the first event Brie has taken you to, but it is definitely the most dressed-up you have gotten. You wear colors that match her perfectly.

Once you’re both ready to go, you ride in the car with her. Brie talks your head off about the evening that’s coming up. She tells you that she’s most excited about getting a cheeseburger afterward. That makes you chuckle.

“Are you ready?” Brie asks when the car stops.

“Oh, I thought I would be going in a different way,” you reply. She usually goes on the carpet without you.

“I want you to come with me. Please?”

You say yes. As if you could ever say no to her and that precious pouty face she makes when she wants something.

The red carpet is a bit overwhelming, but Brie keeps her hand in yours as long as she can. It feels so natural. You wonder if she feels it, too.

She does her photos and interviews flawlessly, as always. You watch on in awe. Once inside, you settle at your table. You make small talk with the other people. Brie is a natural at captivating everyone. She reunites with some old castmates.

When it comes time for her category, she reaches for your hand under the table.

“You’re going to win,” you whisper to her.

It’s not about the awards, but you know she secretly hopes she will win. When the camera pans to her, she offers a shy smile. The presenters open the envelope and call her name.

“Yes!” You cheer, being the first to stand up. Brie hugs you, and you kiss her cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

She shares a few more hugs on her way to the stage as the applause erupts all throughout the building.

“Thank you,” Brie says, taking the award into her hands. “Wow, I didn’t prepare a speech, but I will wing it.” She continues on to give an amazing speech, not to your surprise. She has always been a natural speaker.

“And thank you to my amazing friends and family. Especially my y/n. I wouldn’t be where I am without you,” she finishes.

The crowd cheers for her again. You can’t help but tear up at how proud of her you are. She takes photos backstage before she comes back to the table.

You greet her with a huge hug. Even bigger than the one before. She hugs you so tight that you can barely breathe.

“I’m so proud of you, Brie,” you tell her again.

“Thank you,” she says, her voice breaking a little.

“Are you alright?” You ask her.

She pulls away from the hug just enough to look you in the eye. You hold her face in your hands, and she sees the way you care for her in your eyes. You feel like the only two people in the room.

“Y/n,” Brie begins.

You interrupt her with a kiss to her lips. She kisses you back, her hand finding a way to the back of your neck to pull you closer. You’re both smiling so much that you have to stop kissing.

“I love you,” Brie says.

“I love you, Brie. I always have,” you reply.

Brie kisses you again before you two come back to reality. The commercial break is over, and you have to sit down. You hold her hand under the table for the rest of the night.

When the night is almost over, Brie gets her cheeseburger that she’s been waiting for.

“Still the best part of the night?” You ask her.

“No,” she says. Brie kisses your lips softly, but she lingers long enough that you want to chase after her for more. “That’s the best part.”

“I agree, sweetheart.”

“Come home with me?” She asks, a glint in her eye.

You take her hand and leave the awards show together. After parties are the last thing on your mind. You just want to spend the night with the most beautiful girl in the world.

She is finally yours.

[lemonlover1110]

Baby Steps

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 29] Growing Family

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

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*this is really the last chapter, thanks for sticking with me in this cute adventure🥹

Seven years after Seiji is born, you constantly find yourself thinking about destiny and your first discussion with Satoru about it. Neither of you are sure, but you’re happy that this is how your life turned out. You love waking up next to him as his wife and proceeding to start off your day with him and your kids. With your seven-year-old Seiji and your five-year-old Saori. 

You both have teaching jobs– Of course, they’re very different. Satoru teaches three teenagers, one of them being Megumi, while you teach a classroom full of at least twenty second graders. Satoru always tells you that you’re one of the reasons he decided he wanted to become a teacher, apart from the part that he’s the strongest (you still have no idea what he means) and that’s his duty. You have a much bigger home than before; yet neither Megumi nor Tsumiki live with you anymore so many rooms are empty, however, considering the fact that you have two young children, the house is still very lively.

Satoru still had a great idea to fill up the empty rooms, and that’s how you find yourself expecting your third child with him. You swear to Satoru this is the last baby you’ll have, but that’s what you said when you gave birth to Saori. It’s easy to forget how bad pregnancy and childbirth are when you watch Satoru being the best possible father to your kids.

“Daddy, can you help with my homework?” Seiji asks, even though you’re the one that teaches his grade level and knows what his teacher is teaching. Apparently you’re great at explaining things but daddy just does it better, and you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as you watch Seiji approach his father with the notebook. 

“Sure thing, buddy. Wait till Saori finishes with my nails.” Satoru answers, watching as his daughter paints his pinky nail a blue color. She was going for pink since it’s her favorite color but then she decided that blue would match his eyes (in reality she couldn’t find the pink nail polish and didn’t want to admit that she lost it). It’s fine though, her father will just buy her another one. “Wow, look at you. You’re doing such a great job.”

“I know.” Saori answers, so focused on not making a mess and painting her father’s whole finger. Satoru manipulates his infinity every time that she’s clearly about to paint his whole finger. 

“Saori, will you hurry up?” Seiji asks, clearly annoyed. He wants to get finished with his homework so he can watch TV, since you told him he could watch his show after he was finished with homework. You offered to help, but he turned you down.

“Don’t rush your sister, Seiji.” Satoru says, and he watches how Saori sticks her tongue out at her brother, causing Satoru to sigh. “Don’t stick your tongue out at your brother, Saori.”

“I can help you, Seiji.” You pop into the living room, where your husband and kids are. You find yourself bored for once in your life because Satoru took care of everything.

“It’s okay.” Seiji responds, making you pout. He does usually accept your help, but during your third pregnancy you’ve been a victim of pregnancy brain. You don’t think you’ve ever felt dumber, so stupid that even your seven-year-old notices.

“Saori, honey, will you paint my nails next.” You say and she perks up. For the first time Satoru fails, not turning his infinity on and getting nail polish all over his finger. She smiles brightly and nods her head.

“I’m done with you, daddy.” Saori tells her father, and he laughs as he looks at the unfinished hand. He stands up and walks over to Seiji to help him with his homework. You take Satoru’s seat and extend your hand to your daughter. “Do you want blue as well, mommy?”

“What other colors do you have?” You ask.

“I used to have pink.” She replies, which makes you laugh. She doesn’t have it anymore so you don’t see the point in bringing it up. She begins to paint your nails, and she’s awfully concentrated until she finally speaks up, “When’s my baby brother or sister getting here?”

“Around two more months.” You answer. You’re due in December, a little while after Satoru’s birthday. A month after her birthday. “Are you excited to be a big sister, honey?”

“Yeah.” She answers. She’s focused, therefore, she can’t talk. You stare at her, watch how concentrated she is. She has to push her white hair out of her face since it covers her vision. The more you stare at her, the more you realize how neither of your kids look like you and you hope that the third time around you give birth to your twin. “When’s my birthday?”

“In a month.” You respond since you won’t count down the weeks until her sixth birthday. You can’t believe just how fast she’s growing up, it feels just like yesterday when you found out that you were pregnant with your baby girl. You smile, watching as she paints your whole finger. Satoru has shown you his infinity, yet you still find yourself surprised how she never messes up Satoru’s nails. “Woah, you completely missed the nail there.”

“Sorry.” She apologizes yet she continues to make the same mistake. You aren’t paying too much attention to it, you just listen to Satoru explain to your son how to do his homework. You’re sure that you could explain it better, but you still smile. You never really thought you’d be here seven years later, but here you are.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Satoru isn’t the type of man that goes to bed early– Well, he wasn’t. Up until he had two babies under two and ever since he had to handle a very energetic Seiji and a crybaby Saori, he’s been going to bed since eight at night. When you put both of your kids to bed, you both go to bed as well. His head barely touches the pillow and he’s passed out.

This specific night though, when his head touches the pillow, a scream comes from his daughter’s room and he sprints out of bed and to her room. He literally just put her to bed, there’s no way that she already had a nightmare. Seiji isn’t much of a prankster either so he’s ready to kill just about anyone.

Satoru finds his little girl with her knees to her chest. She buries her head in her knees, and she covers her ears. Satoru looks around, turning on the light. He’s about to ask what’s wrong since his eyes don’t see anything, but he feels the energy. His eyes land on the half open closet and he begins to walk towards it.

“Is everything okay, Saori–” Seiji comes running into the room after hearing his sister scream. He’s much slower than his father, but regardless he’s here.

“Go to your room, Seiji. Take your sister.” Satoru orders and Seiji does as instructed, even though it takes some effort to get Saori out of the room but he succeeds. Satoru fully opens the closet and a sigh leaves his body seeing the small curse. Nothing scary to him, but surely scary for his baby girl. 

He exorcizes the curse with no issue before walking out of the room and going to Seiji’s room. Seiji comforts his little sister, who’s trying to hide under the blue blanket that Seiji let her borrow. There’s a frown on Satoru’s face as he walks over to his babies and sits on the edge of the twin bed. He engulfs his kids in a hug.

“I’m sorry you saw that, Saori.” Satoru mutters. He feels guilty that the curse that he holds is passed down to his children. He’s known they can see them, but he tries to protect them as much as he can. Sometimes he can’t though. Satoru’s parents want him to start training his son as well, after all, Seiji is a descendent of the Gojo clan but Satoru doesn’t want to do that. He wants his kids to be free of this all. 

That’s not his decision to make though.

“Everything’s gonna be okay while daddy is here.” Satoru reassures them. He kisses the top of their heads, and just holds them while he can.

“What happened?” You show up a little too late. Getting up from your bed is the hardest exercise that you face lately. Satoru chuckles, it’s not like you’re really going to understand anyway. He doesn’t want you to.

“The kids are sleeping with us tonight, honey.” Satoru says, picking both Seiji and Saori from the bed and carrying them to your bedroom. You slowly follow behind, already out of breath by simply getting up from bed and going to Seiji’s bedroom.

When you stand in the doorway, you watch how Satoru tucks them in the middle of the bed, filling their faces up with kisses. Maybe it wasn’t exactly planned, but you’re glad you’re with him and the fact that he’s the father of your kids. Now, as his wife, you can’t imagine spending the rest of your days with someone else and you can’t imagine a father more perfect than him– Of course he has his flaws but they hardly poke through.

He often asks if you think he’s doing well as a parent, worried that he’s messing everything up. You can’t even begin to say how proud you are of him, and how you think he’s a far better parent than you are. He loves to remind them that their father is always there to help them, protect them, and love them. Maybe that’s why you agreed to have a third child with him, plus the process is always fun.

“I love you two so much.” Satoru says, and while he should lay down with them, he’s no longer tired, and when he looks back at you it seems like you aren’t tired anymore either. “We’ll be right back, do you want to watch some TV for a bit?”

They nod their heads and Satoru turns the television on. They’re too agitated to go to sleep as well. Letting them stay up for half an hour isn’t the end of the world. He then walks over to you, and throws his arm over your shoulder. You walk out of the room and go downstairs to the living to sit down for a moment and talk. It’s rare that you find yourself alone to just talk.

When you take a seat, a moan leaves your lips, and he furrows his brow. You grab his hand and put it over your belly, and your baby doesn’t waste time kicking. No matter how many times he’s felt it, it always amazes him. He always looks so in awe, and he doesn’t remove his hand until his baby kicks a couple more times. He then pecks your lips, muttering, “Thank you so much for this.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts because this is the last time we’ll have a kid.” You tell him, and he sweetly smiles at you, pecking your lips again. You rest your head on his shoulder for a minute, and he enjoys the moment. You appreciate the unusual silence. You’ve gotten used to so much noise, and you’ll grow to miss it if you sit in silence for too long. You still appreciate it.

“How’s Kaya?” He asks, interrupting the silence.

“She’s planning the baby shower. She’s going crazy.” You respond, and you hear him chuckle.

“Isn’t she due soon? She shouldn’t be stressing over a baby shower.” He says and you hum in response. You wouldn’t know either way, you opted out for a baby shower the second time around since you were already stressed enough planning a wedding and handling Seiji. Every time you’re reminded, you laugh due to the fact that your father was right about the fact that Satoru would knock you up months after Seiji’s birth.

“She’s due around Halloween– Maybe two weeks before Saori’s birthday.” You answer. That’s so soon, Satoru only prays that her water doesn’t break during the baby shower and that he has to handle all the chaos. Satoru knows Daisuke is absolutely freaking out about it all; Satoru knows that feeling all too well, he’s still freaking out even though this is his third baby.

“Our baby will finally have a little cousin this time around.” Satoru comments and you chuckle. Seiji didn’t need a cousin, he had his younger sister. This new baby doesn’t though, and you’re adamant on not having more kids which he understands since he’s not the one that carries them for nine months.

“What ended up happening in the kid’s room?” You ask, and Satoru takes a long minute to answer. There’s no point in lying. He lied so much to you when you first met, he can’t do that anymore while you’re his wife. You swore you’d leave him if you ever caught him in a lie again, and now he tells you the truth even when you can’t see it. He doesn’t see the point in telling you a problem that you can’t solve.

“Well… Uhm… A curse.” He answers, and you remove your head from his shoulder. You slowly nod your head in response, and you aren’t really sure how to answer that other than,

“Oh yeah…” There’s some things that you’ll never understand about them nor about your husband. You don’t like to think about the fact that there are some issues that you’ll never be able to help them out with, only Satoru can help them.

You sit in absolute silence for a minute as you get lost in your thoughts. Satoru watches you, wondering what goes on in your mind.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and you sigh. You can’t try to play it off as if you’re okay because you expect him to remain honest with you, it’s hypocritical to lie to him.

“Yeah, it’s just… What if you aren’t around and a similar issue comes up. How would I handle that?” You ask, and he wraps his arm around you, bringing you in for a hug. He kisses the top of your head, his hand going down to rest on your belly. “I just feel useless for some stuff, Satoru.”

“You aren’t useless, baby.” He responds. He doesn’t want for you to think about this– He doesn’t want to think that you’re useless in any way. It makes him recall an incident from five years ago, and he hid the truth to not worry you. “Can I confess a lie I told you?”

“Better be from before we got married.” There’s a frown on your face, and Satoru chuckles.

“You remember when Seiji was three and Saori two, how they went running to you crying about a bug that you could not find?” Satoru asks, and you remember the incident clear as day. You were scared shitless but you still went after the bug to kill it; when you couldn’t find it and they kept crying about it, you just comforted them while Satoru dealt with the problem. “There wasn’t a bug, it was a curse. But you still managed to deal with the problem, even when you didn’t know what it was.”

“That does make me feel better.” You smile at him before kissing his lips. “I love you. You always know the right thing to say.”

“I love you too, baby.”

-

“Seiji, stop!” Saori yells at her brother who keeps messing around with her tiara. You’ve already struggled getting into a kangaroo onesie to go out with them, you’re already far too tired to stop their bickering. You have no idea why you agreed to go trick-or-treating with them, you doubt you can walk too much. In your defense, you promised you’d do it two months ago, and your circumstances now are much different than before. You should’ve known that by Halloween you’d be in a much different mood. You only glance at Satoru, who lays down on the bed and stares at the phone, and he stands up to deal with it. “Seiji!”

“Seiji, what are you doing?” Satoru yells, walking out of the bedroom to go to where his kids are at. Satoru crosses his arm as he looks down at the seven-year-old who wears a superhero costume, ready to go trick-or-treating. Seiji tries to play it off as if he’s doing nothing, but he’s holding his sister’s tiara in his hands. Satoru sternly says, “Give it back and apologize.”

Seiji drags his feet, walking over to his sister to give her back her tiara. When Saori gets her tiara back, she runs to her father’s side and hugs him. He picks his little princess up from the floor and kisses her forehead. She sticks her tongue out at Seiji, making Satoru sigh and say, “Don’t do that.”

“Mommy! Saori is being mean to me!” He yells, hoping to have a parent by his side. You’re forced to leave your room to deal with it, even after your efforts of not dealing with it.

“What’s happening?” You ask. You look at Satoru and Saori before looking down at Seiji. Before Seiji responds, Satoru says,

“I got it handled, honey.” He puts Saori down on the floor again, “Apologize to your brother, Saori.”

“What for?” She responds, giving her father doe-eyes, which always work. He looks away, at his son.

“Apologize to Seiji for sticking your tongue out at him.” Saori crosses her arms before dramatically turning to her brother. She mutters an apology which is good enough for the minor offense. When you’re no longer needed, you begin to walk away, but you don’t get too far before your name is called again.

“Is Megumi still going with us?” Seiji asks, and you nod your head in response. You then look at your husband.

“Change. We have to get going soon so we get home early.” You order, and Satoru has no option but to do as you say. That’s what he signed up for when he chose to marry you. 

When you’re back in your room, you lay down on your bed, grabbing a picture frame that’s beside your bed and looking over it because every time Megumi is brought up you’re reminded of the little family you had six years ago. It’s an old photo of baby Seiji, Megumi, and Tsumiki. Looking at Tsumiki’s precious smile almost always makes you cry, and when the tears well up, they spill as you laugh at Megumi’s awful smile.

Maybe you should’ve appreciated those times more, but you had a lot on your plate. It’s not like you can stop time or stop awful things from happening. You’re still happy with your life right now.

The picture frame is snatched from your hands, and you glare at your husband. He looks at the picture before he puts it down on the nightstand. He leans down, and kisses you, “Don’t start getting sentimental now, it’ll ruin your night.”

“I’ll try not to.” You respond. He takes a seat on your side of the bed, his hands resting on your belly.

“I got a call.” He announces, and it makes your brows raise. He clears his throat, “We’ll have to go trick or treating without me. It’s an emergency.”

“Oh?” You reply. You want to be upset about it, but you know he doesn’t do it on purpose. Satoru is the first one to be bummed out about missing time with his kids. “I can take the kids out.”

“No! I want you to stay here till I get home.” He sounds defensive, and you know better. It’s rare when Satoru says no, so you’ll listen. He pecks your lips, telling you, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” His head goes down and he presses a couple of kisses on your belly before he promises,

“I promise, I’ll be back as soon as possible. We gotta take these kids trick-or-treating together.”

[romanarose]

Joel Takes a Strap

Written for Married Joel sits on you 2024 by the amazing @beefrobeefcal !!!

Joel Miller x trans!reader

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Summary: Joel takes a strap.... send tweet.

Warnings: sex toys, praise, body worship

Immersivity: Reader is trans and able bodied. Reader has had top surgury.

A/N: promt via Beef, must include this line "Marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed over all a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline."

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It was a life few people really understood. Jackson was pretty open minded, considering there were bigger things to worry about than gay shit. Still, in 2003 someone being trans was pretty much the punchline to a joke if you knew what it was at all. So, when a transman came to Jackson, it wasn't exactly the warmest welcome.

Joel would like to think he'd have always been kind and welcoming. Maybe not the friendliest guy, but still. Joel didn't care what anyone chose to do to themselves, but he thought of Ellie. He thought of how she'd been treated at the tipsy bison that night, and Dina, Joels now-daughter in-law-... he wasn't able to be a safe person for her to come out to during that time but he wanted to be safety for someone else.

He had no idea you'd become his safe place as well.

Joel wished he could have been there for Ellie to come out the way she was ready to, but then things turned around. He'd repaired their relationship in a lot of ways, and now... now she was the one he came out to when he started seeing you. The ceremony had been small, little JJ as the ringbarrer.

Marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and relation ship with Ellie improved and he seemed over all a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline.

This, however was not a drawback to you. When the world fell apart, if someone had an ounce of fat on their body, they were called obese, torn apart on the covers of grocery store magazines... but you saw Joel's weight gain as something beautiful. It meant he was safe. He was relaxed. He wasn't on the run. He was yours.

And you got a surprise for him.

You had made sue to clean it, and clean it good... but you had found a strap on while out, and were ready to use it on Joel. Joel was more inclined to top, but that didn't mean you didn't take control sometimes. He regularly takes several fingers up that cute-but-flat ass of his, and today you'd prepped him well, making sure to add lots of vasiline to the strap to ease him.

Now, Joel Miller had his legs spread across your lap as you sat on the edge of the couch, covering above your strap.

"You don't gotta do nothing you don't wanna." You reassure him.

Joel shakes his head, murmuring as he looks down. "It ain't that... I just don't wanna crush yuh, s'all."

You can't help smile at that. "You won't Joel. I love feeling you on me, l love the weight. You're fuck'n perfect."

And he smiles at that. Soft, but he smiles.

So you tease him. "Better take it now, I know Maria wants a turn for Tommy."

Joel visibly cringed at that, but laughed and the tension was gone from the room. Joel was happy, you were happy, and he had the support of his family. What everyone else thought didn't matter.

When Joel sinks down on you, feeling the weight of him push you into the couch cushions, you can't help but smile and feel his hands grip your shoulders.

"Good boy..." You praise the old man whose boyhood was far behind him. "Take my cock... just like that" If Joel was a boy, the strap is your cock. Who cares. In moments like these you can forget all the horrors of the outside world, forget reality.

"So fucking hot..." Breathy, Joel praises you back as he takes the whole strap up inside him. His hand goes to your chest, palm paying no mind to the surgery scares. "My handsome husband."

"Mmmmm... My handsome husband..."

Joel begins to move up and down, bouncing on you, his thick thighs working hard as he fucks himself. His cock slaps against your stomach. "Wanna make you cum too... how does... does that w-work?" You can see him bit his lip, pleasure filling his body.

You take his hard, leaking member in your hand, stroking him after you spit.

"Don't worry about that. We'll figure things out as he go, right now i just want you to focus on feeling good, Joel. Can you do that for me? Be my good boy and cum?"

Joel nods, a little curl falling on his forehead that is begining to sweat.

"yeah, I can do that... I can feel good... your cock feels good... I can feel good."

You love when he gets like this, lets go and lets his subby inner nature come out.

"I bet you can, Joel. I know it."

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Why can't you be like Wyatt?

Charmed fanfiction. For now, PLEASE, don't send more Charmed fanfiction.

Why can’t I be like Wyatt? Chris couldn’t be happier. He preserved his own existence in the future and secured his birth. Spending so many months in the past among his aunts and parents was kind of therapeutic for him, even if they didn’t know who he was. But he still hasn’t prevented Wyatt from becoming evil, so he’d have a lot of time to go before he could return to the future and live a happy family life.

There had to be a way how to speed up the process. He went to the Book of Shadows to revise the information he knew about the demons hoping that he would find some new info. As he was browsing through the pages, his mind was elsewhere. He thought back on his youth, how Wyatt was always better than him, stronger, the older brother. „Why can’t I be as strong as Wyatt?“ It went on repeat, as he considered how much easier Wyatt would’ve had it had their roles been reversed, until he couldn’t bear it anymore and said it out loud. „Why can’t I be like Wyatt?!?“ he felt a strange surge of warmth under his fingers touching the book. He turned over his hands, but there was nothing wrong with them. Shrugging it off, he went back downstairs.

As he left the room, the book turned to a page that said Old regrets. The page said:

"Winds of time, turn back today,

Undo regrets that cloud my way.

By moon's light and star's true gleam,

Let what was wrong now be redeemed.

Shift the past, reshape the scene,

So all I've wished for can be seen."

As days went by Chris felt himself become more confident about his daily actions. He used to worry about how others saw him and now he simply didn’t. Others noticed his newfound confidence, but just as Chris, they didn’t pay much attention to it. Chris decided to change his wardrobe. He threw away all the colourful clothing and dressed more in black. Every jeans now sported a new black belt. His watch, his necklace, his shoes. Everything was now black. He shrugged it away for trying to be more elegant.

Months went by, his hair grew longer, his muscles got bigger and his personality wasn’t as pleasant as before. He spent less and less time researching for a way to save the future or even just at the Halliwell manor and more in the clubs, drinking, partying and just letting loose, doing whatever he wanted in the moment. It even involved some personal gain magic over time, but who cared anyway?

One day, Chris looked at himself in the mirror. He’d grown taller and decided to grow his hair out more. His long hair touched his shoulders. He’d even grown a scruffy beard he loved to brush his hand over. But now, as he looked at himself in the mirror, he realised for the first time how much he has changed over the months. „Holy shit, I’m turning into Wyatt“ as he said that, his eye colour changed, his hair turned blond and his face morphed. He was becoming fully Wyatt. He stood and watched as all the details of his body now resembled the Wyatt from his own time.

Chris smiled. „Wow, fuck me…I’m exactly like Wyatt“ his mischievous smile appeared. He scanned his new face in the mirror, touching his lips, feeling the vibrations of his voice as he touched his neck while speaking. He felt so powerful. He could take over the world now if he wanted to. He shouldn’t be hidden in the shadows trying to save mortals. He should be worshipped. He should be… feared. Yes, everyone should fear and worship the ground he walked on. He was Wyatt Halliwell and he had the power to make his will reality. He would make it so. Wyatt flexed in the mirror, laughing. He grabbed his bulge and proudly looked at himself in the mirror. „I got a lot to be proud of. Well, everything about me really.“

As he embraced his new self, Wyatt blinked. What happened? He was fighting the resistance and now he was in some shitty hotel room. Where the hell was he? He looked up and saw himself in the mirror. Nothing out of the ordinary. He went to loom out of the window. He was in San Francisco, but it wasn’t his city. In his time there wasn’t a Golden Gate anymore. He made sure of that. „I’m in the past. How did I get here?“

His phone rang. It was Piper. „Hey, Chris. We haven’t seen you for a while. Are you ok?“ Wyatt paused for a while before answering. He was in the past. Chris shouldn’t exist yet. Why was she asking for him? As he was pondering these questions, a part of him wanted to say that he will come by to see them, but instead he just heard himself say: „Wrong number.“ Piper said back: „Wrong number? But this is Chris’s phone“ Wyatt had had enough of this. His little brother was worthless. „No. It’s mine and my name is Wyatt“ he finished as he turned off the call.

He orbed to the manor and saw his mother and two aunts in front off him Piper: “Wyatt? What have you done to Chris?!?“ Wyatt: „I would love to know that I hurt him somehow, but as far as I know I just got here. So, either you let me have that book for a while and send me back to the future, or I will destroy your time“ The Charmed sisters wanted to capture Wyatt, turn him into a good person again, but that was something that they needed Chris for. They didn’t know the original cause that turned Wyatt evil and Wyatt soon grew bored of them. He orbed them somewhere for the time being, Piper and Phoebe separate from Paige of course.

The use of power felt good. He was power made physical: he had the right to exercise that power and rule. But before he could get part one of his plan and takeover the magical nexus of the manor for even more power, a time portal opened and he stepped out himself. „I know I look gorgeous shapeshifter, but do tell me, why do I sense my own self when I sense you?“ the newly arrived version of him said. Wyatt turned around and saw his own face staring back at him. „I’m you, but I see we’ve got a lot of catching up to do“ Wyatt explained to his doppelganger that he didn’t know how he arrived in the past and demonstrated his vast power as evidence of his identity.

The other Wyatt grinned and did the same. „Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Well if you are, you should“ Wyatt said: „To take over the world together now instead of in twenty years?“ The other Wyatt: „Together!“ Together they absorbed the nexus, their bodies now radiating power as they felt like gods even more than before. They just had to show themselves to the most powerful evil beings, beat them into submission easily and humanity would be quick to fear and worship them as their godkings after a few unnatural disasters.

Another Charmed story request by anonymous author who helped with editting

Charmed: Chris (in the past) accidentally wishes he was as powerful as Wyatt and transforms into the evil future version of Wyatt (or possesses him) and is taken over by Wyatt's personality.

[avatar4life]

What if Bella Swan had a adoptive sister who was normal?

Reader was adopted when she was a small child and was always a very honest person, without any kind of filter. Most thought that she'll grow out of it when she'd grow up, but it stayed that way.

Right now, she's in the car with Bella, her older sister, and their father Charlie, on their way to his home. She was listening to music like she usually does when travelling, even for a short time she'd still wear her headphones and listen to her music.

When they arrived, reader immediately went inside to take the warm of the house, since she always hated the cold "finally warm!" she said happily as she stands in front of the fireplace. When Charlie showed their rooms, she immediately called dibs on the bigger one stating "I have much more stuff than Bella and need more place".

Then they heard a sound and found two people outside 'who the hell are they?' she thought before following Bella and Charlie outside. Their dad introduced them to Billy and Jacob, Bella immediately recognised them, reader was just standing there confused 'who? Why does that boys have better hair then me? He's cute though' she thought before greeting them and immediately ignoring the bickering between Billy and Charlie and Jacob definitely pining after Bella. 'Imma go back inside' she said before going back inside to put her stuff out of her baggage and around her room "ah, much better" she said as she looked at the renewed room before sitting on the bed and scrolling on her phone.

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At school, reader came with her motorcycle while Bella came with her new (or old) truck. They both got their schedules and then went to their respective classes. Which for her, was relatively normal.

At lunch though, they sat with Bella's new friends, though under reader's eye only Angela and Ben were actually friends, she could clearly see Mike's crush on her 'aww he has a crush on Bella, poor guy' she thought, then she definitely noticed Jessica attitude and immediately didn't like her.

The all the attention was caught by a group of people entering "who are they?" Bella asked as she looked at the people "the Cullens" Jessica said smiling and went on to explain which one is which then stating how weird it is for them to date since they're adopted siblings 'can't say she's wrong' reader thought before noticing Bella staring at the Cullen table, more specific Edward Cullen.

"soooo....why are they're so pale? Do they not get enough vitamins? Cause that will be weird since their dad is a doctor" she asked the group but they all shrugged. 'weird ass people. Maybe they're vampires' she thought before looking away, not noticing Edward staring at her with an intese stare, having read her mind and thinking she discovered her secret and whispering to the rest of his siblings, who looks surprised but keep their composure. 'Wait...did one of them brought a whole bag of eggs?' she thought confused as she ate her lunch.

At the parking lot, reader was getting her keys when she saw a car ride past her and towards Bella, about to hit her, when suddenly Edward came and stopped it, though it seemed no one saw it. Reader would have questioned it if she wasn't busy worrying about her sister and getting her inside her truck, driving them to the hospital.

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When Bella woke up Charlie immediately went to her asking if she was alright, reader stood there looking relieved to see her sister awake. Then the doctor Carlisle came and she immediately looked at him up and down with a smirk 'well ain't you hot? I wouldn't mind having this one as my doctor' she thought before snapping back to reality and watching as he checked over Bella.

When she went to get something to eat since it has been a 10 minutes since she last ate and she needs to eat 24/7 she walked towards the washing machine when she heard some voices

"I swear she knows the truth" Edward said to Carlisle "calm down, we can't let it spread" he said before who reader think is Rosalie noticed her along with the other two and walked away with Carlisle. Edward walked towards her and asked "how's your sister?" He said in a casual tone 'why does this one look and sounds depressed' she thought before looking at him "she's fine...did you stopped the car that was about to crash her?" She asked suspicious of him, "no... that'll be impossible. You sure you also didn't hit your head?" He said to her 'oh ok gaslighting me now uh boy?' she thought annoyed "I was far away when the car drove past me and straight to Bella. I know what I saw Cullen" she said before walking towards the washing machines "no if you excuse me, this girl is hungry, pale boy" she said before walking away.

This is it for now, hope you all like it. And pls text me the next scenes after the hospital one cause I unfortunately don't have the time to rewatch the movies.

[awinchestershell]

I’m not sure how it still manages to surprise me after all this time, the depths of the selfishness and cruelty of human greed. 

I remember the day One Direction was formed. I remember how nervous they all were, how young and excited and wide-eyed about the possibilities being tossed into their laps. They truly had no idea what was in front of them. 

They were so small, and they had such big dreams that barely fit inside them, and it was so beautiful watching them achieve them. 

I remember watching them become more and more jaded over time, that childish wonder being torn away as the reality around them became more apparent. I remember hundreds upon thousands of tweets and tumblr posts from worried fans about how exhausted they seemed, something in their eyes just not feeling right anymore. 

The day Zayn left the band the world seemed to stop. I couldn’t tell you how many young girls on my social media pages I saw wailing in what at the time seemed like the worst pain this band could ever put us through.

God, how wrong we were. 

It seemed so obvious, even at the time, that there was something more going on. It wasn’t like they were trying to hide it. 

Then Zayn wrote his book and spoke about how much he’d struggled in the band, and for the first time one of the boys had publicly acknowledged how hard it was to be One Direction. And he was still barely scratching the surface.

The band breaks up, or ‘goes on hiatus’, and again it feels like the worst thing they could do. How much harder of a hit can we take? What more is there to lose?

And yet again, it’s so obvious that there’s more going on then they’re saying. They all seem so worn out, downright miserable at times, yet they never stop the grind. They never take a day off. They never sleep. 

Slowly, they start to talk about the reality of being a child star. Of being sixteen years old and handed the world on a silver platter, money and fame and all the things that no one ever even touches in their wildest dreams, and they’re not even out of high school yet. 

They talk of being locked up in hotel rooms for days at a time with nothing to entertain them but the mini bar. Feeling trapped, being a prisoner to their own success. They talk of schedules so busy they shouldn’t be possible, never seeing their own families, cameras in their faces at the most vulnerable moments of their lives.

They begin to write what they really feel. We finally get a peek into their real thoughts instead of what some bighead in a suit is telling them to think.

They write of real love, feeling lonely, feeling sad, feeling scared, feeling on top of the world, toxic romances that you know are toxic but you stay anyway because you don’t want to be alone, happiness so overwhelming you lose your mind, grief, exploring, running free, coming home, friendship, drugs, sex, all the best and worst parts of being alive. 

They write what they feel, and what they know. They express themselves. 

They find their own paths. We worry, of course we worry. But it’s an honor and a joy watching them find themselves in their music.

We convince ourselves that they’ll come together one day. Not even for a tour, because they’ve changed too much and so have we, but for a charity show, or someone’s birthday, or an anniversary. 

And then TMZ takes a photo.

And now we know that Zayn leaving and the band breaking up meant nothing at all.

It’s a fascinating thing, really. How you can spend years of your life not really thinking of someone anymore and then they’re gone and suddenly they’re all you can think of. 

I never left. I’ve known these boys as long as they’ve known each other. But I’ve seen so many people in the last week see this news and have years of memories come rushing back to them. A whole lifetime of love and joy and community just gone.

It’s a brutal, miserable blow to the most innocent part of you. The part that believes in the goodness of humanity, in the pure joy of creation, being a part of something bigger than yourself. 

All of the jokes, the laughter, the music, the friendship. It’s all just gone.

And the worst part is it didn’t have to happen.

A completely, hilariously avoidable tragedy. 

He’s gone because humanity hates itself. Because we are greedy and cruel. Because a management company exploited those five young boys for money and power until they couldn’t anymore, making sure to torment them along the way. Because men with cameras have to leech off of every vulnerable moment celebrities have, using and abusing their suffering for a quick buck.

Because the anonymous, mindless drones on social media think that their opinion is the only one that deserves to be heard. And that they decide who deserves to live or die. That it’s appropriate to send someone death threats and tell them to burn in hell, and then post jokes and celebratory tweets about them after they’ve killed themself. 

Because TMZ thinks that taking a picture of a man’s dead body and leaking it to the press before his mother has even gotten the call that he’s dead is good journalism. 

This is why he’s gone. 

THis is why there will be another Liam Payne after him. This is why we will never, ever be okay. Because humanity sees a senseless, unnecessary tragedy, and they point and laugh. And they ask how they can make money off of it.

Because we are broken. Fractured down to our core. And there is no fixing us. Not anymore. 

The media took a sweet, funny, bright-eyed 16 year old boy and they sucked all the life out of him. They turned him into a soulless cash cow, they took him for all he had, and when he had nothing left to give they abandoned him. 

And now that he’s gone they’re turning his death into a circus. Instead of allowing him the dignity of dying in peace, surrounded by the love and privacy he deserves, they’ve robbed him of even that.

When a mother is left resorting to begging the internet to not post filth of her child’s dead father so he won’t have to grow up and see it one day, and a crowd of teenage girls are forced to raise their hands up to block cameras from filming a man as he collects the belongings of his dead son, we’re left wondering how we got here. 

Ask yourself just how much of your soul you have left, and if the answer is any at all, how much are you willing to sacrifice to continue playing a part in this nightmare? 

[kpopsexstories]

We need a story of nct Mark with older women, could you write it?

Thanks for the request and absolutely yes! 😁 I know it was probably just a typo but I want to keep these MILF stories fresh so I took “women” literally with this one 😏😏😏

One-shot #14: NCT Mark has sex with two older women

This is the 14th story in my broader Mixed One-shots series. Unlike my Quick Fix series, One-shots are usually longer and more story-driven.

Story: Mark finds himself in bed with not one, but two horny women who challenge his sexual fantasies.

Celebrity: NCT Mark

Sex Content: Mark struggles to get hard but eventually one woman rides him and he fucks the other missionary style.

Type of Sex: UNCONVENTIONAL

Word Count: 2.8k

Mark is sitting in his underwear on the edge of the bed, nervously playing with his hands in his lap. “So you're sisters?” he asks, a feeble attempt at making small talk.

The two women look at each other and giggle. One is laying on her side on the bed, the other approaches Mark and gently runs her fingers over his bare shoulder. They too are only in their underwear.

“No,” the woman on the bed says behind him. “I'm her mother.”

Mark’s eyes widen. I guess she could be, he thinks and turns to look at her. In reality they're both old enough to be his.

The women are playing with him though. They actually just met, at a hotel bar a few hours ago. And while one is indeed older than the other they're not related in any way. This is all just a game to them.

To poor Mark it's something much bigger, at least it feels that way. He's nervous, but also excited. He's struggling to get hard, perhaps because he's overthinking things.

This all happened so fast. Before they got this far he was happy and confident, when he briefly chatted with the mature ladies in the very same bar they met in. He really loved the attention they were giving him, and genuinely thought he was so cool and sexy the way he was able to impress them.

Now, in his hotel room, he feels like a gold fish dropped into the ocean.

The woman standing next to him can tell that he's distraught. Her fingers press a little harder as she comes to stand right in front of him.

Mark is afraid to look up, though God knows he wants to. He wants to reach out and feel her body, to see her, and the tingle between his legs finally returns. But he can't get himself to do it.

“Hey,” the woman says softly. “Don't be nervous.”

He feels a foot brush against his side, as the woman on the bed comes to play.

“Surely a hot guy like you has had many women before,” she says.

Mark briefly closes his eyes when the woman in front of him slowly bends down, tracing her fingers along his chest. Her face stops right in front of his and she gently lifts his chin.

“Do you want to have sex with us?” she asks seductively.

Mark raises his gaze ever so slightly. “Mm-hm,” he whispers, but he can't stop focusing on the hand approaching his crotch. It consumes his mind and makes him stiff.

The hand reaches its target. The fingers glide down Mark's stomach, find the underwear, and suddenly the whole palm of the woman's hand is pressing against his semi soft dick. The tingle intensifies, but he still struggles.

“Oh,” the woman says and smiles faintly. She looks over at her friend. “I see we've got some work to do.”

She returns to look at Mark and continues: “It's okay honey. We'll help you get there.”

Mark finally dares to face her. She sounds so warm and motherly. Her smile makes him relaxed, though there's nothing else relaxing about her or the situation he finds himself in.

She slowly begins to massage his crotch over the underwear. Simultaneously, the foot behind him is making larger strokes along his slim body. Briefly, a toe gets caught in the seams and pulls the underwear down.

The woman in front of him kneels. She plants her lips on his chest, and goes lower toward the crotch and massaging hand. She presses harder, massages faster, and the dick finally begins to grow.

When the lips reach it the foot takes a firmer grip around the seams. The underwear are pulled further and harder, and Mark's crack is revealed behind him. Simultaneously, two hands grab them and pull, and Mark instinctively lifts his butt.

The underwear start coming off. They get stuck on the dick which is pressed strong and long against the fabric. The hands lift the seams to free it, and by the time the underwear come all the way off, Mark has grown to full size.

The woman looks straight down at his dick and smiles wide. “That was easier than I thought,” she says and glances at her friend.

The friend suddenly sits up, approaching Mark from behind. Her hands land on his shoulders and glide around to his front. She wraps him in her arms, explore his chest and plant her lips on his exposed neck. Her breasts are squeezed against his back and at some point the hands disappear as she removes her bra before coming back to kiss and touch him.

In front of him, the kneeling woman looks up and smiles one last time, as if to make sure that the young, adorable man is indeed okay with all this. His mouth is open and he looks bewildered, but also totally into it.

She leans down, returning her focus to the hard dick. She grabs it, points it straight up, and lower her lips onto the head.

“Mm, does that feel good?” a voice behind him whispers when Mark's cock is swallowed. “Do you like it when we suck you?”

Mark's mind is running wild. He feels like he's supposed to say something profound but can't figure out what. “Y-yeah,” he stutters, and that's really all he needs to do.

“Relax,” both women say at the same time. It makes them giggle which only makes Mark more nervous.

But he won't stay nervous for long. Because the confidence he showed before they undressed him in the room was real. He's not inexperienced, and he's really got nothing to be nervous about. It's just that this particular situation – two much older women in his bed – is new to him.

His confidence begins to return when the woman on her knees stops sucking his dick, and starts pushing him backwards on the bed. The woman behind him moves aside, and sits down by folding her legs under her. Mark's head lands in her lap, and when she lovingly looks down at his face and strokes his hair, it's like he finally accepts the situation for what it is. He decides to simply go with it.

He reaches up to touch the naked breasts dangling over his head. They're large but saggy, a clear sign of the significant age difference. But he loves them, and the idea of fucking a mature woman really turns him on.

Beneath his legs the woman who sucked him so good stands up by the side of the bed. She takes off her bra while Mark stares at her in amazement. She pulls down her panties and kick them off her feet, revealing her floppy folds.

She comes crawling toward him. She briefly grabs the dick and strokes it, only to let it go and move further up his body. The two women look at each other as if to confirm their actions with each other.

“I don't think I can take another,” the one with the large breasts say. “He's all yours.”

They both giggle, fully aware that they're doing something naughty. This feels like something forbidden but exciting. It may be just a game to them, but it also makes them feel young and desired. She was right, the woman thinks as she sits down on top of Mark and smiles.

She lingers over his crotch. She lifts her ass and reach for the dick, which throbs between her fingers.

Oh my god, Mark thinks. I'm about to have sex with them!

His confidence builds up further when the woman sits back down, and his shaft is pushed into her vagina. He closes his eyes and moans, while she holds her breath and tilts her head back.

It feels great. Slippery and smooth, and very roomy. It's not a tight pussy but that's okay. The sensation it gives him is great.

He reaches for her thighs, squeezing and caressing them with his hands. She begins to roll her hips, sensually and with passion. She stares into her friend's eyes while she rides Mark's cock, smiling and moaning as if it's the best sex she's had in a decade.

Her moans and motions do something to Mark. He starts to thrust, to take initiative, raising his ass at an ever faster pace. His arms and legs tense up, as he fucks the older woman with an ever-increasing lust and confidence.

“Mm,” he groans. The inhibitions in him are going away. “Ahh, yeah.”

The two women smile even more. They love that he's finally thawing. They want to feel his young dick pulsating inside them, rubbing and throbbing in their pussies. Even the one who claimed to be too spent is starting to feel hot and horny when she watches her new friend ride Mark's cock so lustfully.

Mark wants to include her. He's a gentleman in that way. He suddenly feels like the woman whose lap his head is still in is being left out. And so he turns his eyes to her and reaches out for her large breasts again.

As a result, she leans in closer over him. The breasts dangle right in his face and she pushes them down in it. He kisses and licks them, smirking to himself as he enjoys the soft tissue.

The two warm bodies surrounding him and the lustful bouncing on his crotch quickly fills him with pleasure. An orgasm his building up, a process that repeatedly sends amazing shock waves through his body.

“Mm, fuck,” he groans. He quickly realizes that the women seem to enjoy it when he reacts. “Ahhh, holy shit.”

They play with their boobs and bounce a little higher. “Mm, yeah, please don't stop!”

They touch every bit of his body while he squirms and thrusts under them. “Fuuck, you're so sexy.”

The woman by his side reaches in to feel his dick go in and out of her friend's vagina, a friend who moans and lets her hands glide up and down Mark's pumping chest and torso.

“Ahh, fuck yeah,” he continues and thrusts harder and harder. “Mm, you feel so good.”

Then he abruptly slows down: “Mm, yeah, wait, please stop, please, stop!”

The women pace themselves. The bouncing declines and the boobs pull away from him. They look at him curiously but with big smiles on their faces, thinking that he just came.

“Can I fuck you too?” he asks and turns to the large-breasted woman.

They glance at each other and smirk. “It's only fair,” one says and shrugs happily, and climbs off of Mark's rock hard dick. “Can you take one more?”

Mark sits up and runs his hand all over her front as if to say thank you. Then he turns to the other and crawls toward her.

“Definitely,” she says and chuckles, as she lays on her back and Mark eagerly comes down on top of her.

He kisses her large breasts and exposed neck. He licks her ear and pushes his crotch deep between her legs. She spreads them wide for him, and the dick soon finds its way to her vagina.

“Mm,” he moans when he goes in. “Ahh, you're so hot!”

The breasts rub against his chest and narrow shoulders as he begins to rock back and forth in her arms. “Mmm, yeah,” he continues while the dick goes in and out.

The rider lies down beside them. She drags her fingers over his back, feeling his shoulder blades, spine and ass cheeks that bounce up and down on her friend. She leans in to kiss his skin, then soon finds her friend's lips.

The two women begin to make out. They may only just have met on this very night, but they're well past small talk and pleasantries. Mark has unwittingly made sure of that, as they've bonded over their shared interest in fucking the young man senseless.

He lifts his head to see the show, enjoying every bit of the sloppy folds around his cock, and the women making out right next to him. He pushes himself up on his arms, spread his legs slightly, and thrusts hard and repeatedly into the pussy.

The woman's breasts are shaking violently below him. The bed slams repeatedly against the wall. The neighbors call down to reception to complain.

Dammit, not again! the poor soul who picks up the phone thinks to herself.

But the show will be over before anyone reaches the door. Mark is so close to an orgasm now, incredibly turned on by the two mature and insanely hot women who want him. He just can't keep it in any longer.

He groans loudly when the orgasm is seconds away. He moves his ass fast while the friend's hand squeezes it. He uses his arms to push and pull, rocking his whole body back and forth on the bed, jamming his cock in the wide hole hard again and again.

“Ahh, fuck!” he exclaims.

“Mm, yeah, yeah, yeah,” the woman under him repeats.

“Mm, so sexy,” her friend whimpers.

“Fuck, fuck, ugghnn, mm, Ahhhhhh!” Mark growls from the bottom of his throat.

He jolts forward and releases his cum inside the pussy. He pushes his dick hard and passionately into the woman a few more times. His eyes are shut, his face is twisted, until he's fully emptied and his muscles begin to relax. And the receptionist has called security.

When his senses begin to return the woman beside him catches his attention. She has her fingers stuck inside her. Her knee slaps against his thigh repeatedly while she flicks them and moans. She too has closed her eyes, while she pleasures herself until she comes.

“Mmm, Yees,” she whimpers lowly. “Mmmm, yes, yes, Yes, YES!”

Mark and his lover are staring at her. She grins, happy to have made her friend come. He has his mouth wide open and is still panting heavily, excited and turned on by the thrilling sight.

When the woman calms down from her orgasm and opens her eyes Mark's body caves in. His arms collapse and he falls onto the large breasts below him. He pants into his lover's neck, while slowly moving his ass up and down a few more times.

His cock is beat and weary. His balls are empty and blue. His mind is satisfied and full. Daamn, he thinks while moving his hand to one of the appealing boobs. This is insane.

Then, a knock on the door. Mark flies up in a panic, his slack dick pulling out of the loose grip around in shaft. And the woman beneath him panics too.

She quickly sits up and rolls to the side, away from the door. “Shit!” she exclaims. Her eyes are wide and she looks genuinely fearful, as she rolls down from the bed and onto the floor.

Mark is confused by her reaction. He quickly stands up but can't find his clothes. Instead he grabs the duvet and wraps it around his hips, his young mind failing to think of the other woman still flaunting her naked body on the bed.

There's a second knock, much louder this time. Mark quickly walks in the direction of the door, the duvet dragging behind him. “One second,” he says.

He opens the door slightly and peaks through the crack. A man outside is trying to look in. The woman on the bed sees him and gives the stranger a smile and a wave.

“Sorry,” Mark says and he genuinely means it. “It won't happen again.”

Then he closes the door and lets out a deep sigh of relief.

A face peaks out behind the bed. A woman still has her fingers inside her own pussy. Mark drops the duvet to the floor and comes to lie down with them. Then they all burst out in laughter.

This has been just the kind of night each if them wanted. As the woman with the large breasts crawls back into the bed to join her new friends she's filled with a sense of love. She feels young and desired again. Her lady friend has just had an insane adventure, and she can't believe how crazy but lucky it is that they ran into each other at the bar. And Mark is perhaps feeling luckiest of them all, having just had sex with two experienced and attractive older women. It's certainly been a night to remember for all of them.

Downstairs the receptionist is rolling her eyes when the guard comes to tell her what he saw. “What's that, five rooms in one night? That's got to be a record.”

[starlitiris]

“Where is the Justice?”

Chapter 7: Memento Mori

Summary: “Sebastian’s mutations have, for the most part, stopped. He is promoted to MR-P, and is finally able to work again. I would also like to personally and sincerely apologize to mischellaneous_bones on ao3 and eaterof_concrete on Tumblr for the contents of this chapter. Please read the notes at the end if this chapter leaves you utterly heartbroken </3

This chapter is written partially from Sebastian’s POV.”

~ ⚖️ ~

[Grief

Is a beast.

A wicked, unforgiving creature that will try with all its might to crush you under its entire weight.

It sinks it claws into you before you realize it’s even there. It breathes down your neck, breath harsh and cold. A constant reminder that it’s present.

It wears you down, the weight of it too much to bear some days. You pray that when you sleep, it too, will slumber. But it doesn’t. It never sleeps.

It permeates your life, unrelenting in its mission to do everything in its power to strip you of everything that you are.

It wants to see you wither – to eat at you from the inside out until you are nothing more than an empty shell of what you once were.

It will use every trick up its sleeve to see to it that you crumble and dissipate.

Unforgiving. Unrelenting.

It uses its methods of consumption in whichever order it deems fit, according to the person and the situation – to the prey and the environment.

Though, usually, it will start with the one tactic that seldom fails to get the ball rolling:

Denial.]

August 22nd, 2014

He’s dead.

He’s been dead for months, and I’m just now finding out about it.

I’ve been locked up like some lab rat for half a year, and I’m just now finding out that Malachi’s been dead for more than half that time?

I asked about him. I asked them about him. I asked if I could see him, or if I could at least talk to him. No one bothered to say a goddamn thing.

They knew. And they didn’t tell me.

Why? Because I was going through hell and they didn’t wanna put me in worse shape? Or did they just not care?

Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if it were the latter. Nobody down here gives a damn about anybody with “LR-P” on their shirt. If they did, they wouldn’t have put me through hell for the better part of a year. They wouldn’t have let Malachi die this way.

They don’t care. This is their fault, and they don’t give a rat’s ass.

God, I can’t fucking believe it.

[Denial is a defense mechanism used to protect oneself from the hardship of considering an upsetting reality. It can feel like shock, or numbness. It can look like feigned blissful ignorance. It’s an internal battle of tug-of-war – the push and pull of realization. We fight to stay in the delusion that the past is still the present, while reality keeps rearing its ugly head back into our field of vision. We try to turn away, or close our eyes. But eventually, we will have to look its way again. We will have to open our eyes.]

August 24th, 2014

They promoted me to MR-P to “compensate for my troubles.”

What a load of shit. Do they really think that a bigger room to myself and arts and crafts every wednesday is enough to make up for turning me into a freak? Sure, this room is bigger than my old cell, but I hardly fit in it. It’s cramped. And as much as I’ll appreciate the alone time, I was really hoping to see Malachi again…

…

I can’t think about it. It hurts too much.

Y’know what, maybe he’s not dead. Maybe they lied- or the guy I asked thought I was talking about another guy named Malachi. I mean… it’s not that uncommon of a name. And I won’t be hanging out with any LR-P as much anymore, so if I don’t see him around, it doesn’t mean that he’s dead. It just means he’s… not around. He’s somewhere else.

… That’s what I’ll keep telling myself. Because I can’t face the alternative. Not right now. Not after everything.

I can’t accept that he’s gone. He was the last thing that I had, I… He is the last thing I have.

He’s all I have.

He’s my best friend.

… He has to be okay.

[Anger is what will come next in some cases. When something bad happens to us, we often look for something – or someone – to blame. We become frustrated, hopeless to fight against the tides of change and tragedy. We want to have control over what happens to us, and in the face of reality, where we are harshly informed that we have no control, frustration melds into rage. We get angry. And we realize; we cannot control what has happened to us, but we can control who is at fault.]

September 7th, 2014

It’s been a few weeks, I think. Since I found out that he was dead.

It didn’t feel real. He really was the only friend I had down here, and now he’s gone.

I talked to a guy that knew him and heard about the situation back when it happened. He said Malachi was out in the water with a small group of other LR-P inmates doing routine maintenance on the canons. According to the prisoners that came out alive, there was a current that yanked away one of the team members. He got sucked out into the void, started freaking out about parasites, and Malachi went out to help him get back with the group.

A trenchbleeder crushed them both. A trenchbleeder. Do you have any idea how ridiculous that is? A trenchbleeder. Malachi and that other asshole didn’t die because they were stupid and didn’t follow instructions. They died because they’re supervisor, who wasn’t even out in the water with them because he didn’t feel like putting a wetsuit on, wasn’t paying attention. The prick was too busy chatting it up with a coworker to do his damn job. If he had been paying attention like he was supposed to then he could’ve radioed Malachi in time to tell him to watch out for the giant metal foot that was meters above him. He could’ve ordered the person operating the trenchbleeder to stop the damn thing in time.

His death was avoidable. It was completely preventable, but he was killed anyway because we’re nothing but scum to these people. It doesn’t matter if we deserve to be here or not, we’re all the same to them. Human garbage with no value, and that somehow makes it okay to put us in these dangerous situations, and not give a damn when one of us dies.

They had a couple guys scrape their remains off that thing’s foot. They had to scrape my best friend off of that thing.

They did this to him. They killed him.

He had a little sister. She probably thought he was dead way back when he was first brought here, but he had a little sister. He had a family that loved him. And he was a good man.

… He didn’t deserve this. We didn’t deserve this.

[Then, we bargain. We ask ourselves “what if”, and wonder “if only”. We ponder the events that led up to the tragedy. We try to rewrite the story in our heads, praying that if we think on it hard enough, it will become true. We scavenge our minds for a way out. For anything we could do to reverse what happened. But we are only human. We cannot go back in time.]

October 11th, 2014

I wish it were me.

He should be alive right now. His supervisor should’ve been watching. His supervisor should’ve said something. He should’ve not been a good guy for once and just left that guy out there to die. Most of these guys are dicks, anyway. Why go out of your way to help them, if they wouldn’t help you?

It should’ve been me. It’s not like I’ve been enjoying being alive since I got here, anyway. But Malachi… he had his days, but he found ways to be happy. He made the best out of the hand he was dealt. He was doing good. Better than most of us. And he made people laugh. He made people smile. He was nice to people who didn’t deserve it. And he put up with my miserable ass the entire time we knew each other. He was a great guy.

I wish we could swap places. Not that I want him to undergo experiments and surgeries and come out of it looking like the cousin that The Little Mermaid doesn’t talk about, but at least he would be alive.

I want him to be alive. I want to bring him back.

I wish I could just… go to sleep, wake up, and have him here. Alive.

I wish I could wake up and be human again. Be home. Be okay.

My partner would’ve loved Malachi. He would’ve loved them, too.

…

[At some point, the worst part of it will settle in– the depression. It's a dark, deep hole that you’re shoved into. At times, it can be so deep that you look up and can no longer see the sky. Just bleak, suffocating darkness. It drains you. It tires you. It takes the brightest parts of you, and buries them in shadow. It becomes hard to fight against that beast, when all you can feel is hopeless and numb.]

November 3rd, 2014

I’m so tired. I don’t sleep, I can hardly eat. I just feel…

I don’t know what I feel.

Without Malachi here, every day is just so… dull. And boring.

I’m alone without him.

Nobody really talks to me. Not that I want to talk to anybody. But, still. Nobody talks to me. Well… about things not relating to my new appearance, that is. Which, frankly, is just as upsetting as if I wasn’t talked to at all, if not worse. It’s all people ever care to talk about with me. I hate it.

I miss Malachi. I miss my partner. I miss my mom and my siblings. I miss the children I never got to meet. I miss my life.

I’m so tired. I don’t wanna move. I don’t wanna be here.

I don’t want this.

[It is a hard and arduous battle. Facing reality, suppressing your anger, learning that you can’t undo what was done, and climbing out of that deep pit that is depression. Surviving grief. It has never been an easy fight to win. But, it is survivable. It is something that can be done. And when it is done, you will have your moment of clarity. Acceptance.]

December 19th, 2014

He’s gone. Malachi is gone, and in a way, so is my family. I’m on my own now. I probably will be until I die.

The world has taken everything from me. My future, my friends, my family, my freedom, my body.

The so called “justice system” convicted me of murders they had no evidence on me for. They sentenced me to death, and I was backed into a corner where I had to choose to die, or spend the rest of my days working for an organization that couldn’t care less about my well being. I was experimented on against my will, spent months in pain, undergoing tests and operations all while my body was changing too fast for me to process and understand. They’re still running tests on me to this day.

I may look like a monster now, but I know I am not one. I know who the real monsters are.

It’s the people that can take more away from a man than he thought he could lose, and still sleep soundly at night. The people who won’t feel an ounce of regret for getting an innocent man sentenced to death. The people who’ll horrifically disfigure somebody “in the name of science” and feel no remorse for the pain they caused. The people who will sit on their hands instead of doing what they’re paid to do, and let a good man die for no good reason at all.

Those people are the real monsters.

I have lost everything I could possibly lose to them. Everything they could take, they took.

I at least owe it to Malachi to keep some part of him alive with me. And if the little time I had with him taught me anything, it was, without a shadow of a doubt, this:

They may have stripped me of everything else,

but I still have myself.

And that is something nobody can take away from me.

~ ⚖️ ~

Ending Notes: Because of this chapter I’m going to have to make a spinoff series to answer “what if” questions, lore questions, and to write a one-off story where Malachi doesn’t die and gets to continue his bromance with Sebastian <///3

I hope this chapter doesnt suck, i seriously cannot tell bc ive been rereading it over and over since i wrote it 😭

Ao3

Chapter 6 - Chapter 8 (wip)

[phantomtwitch]

Masterpost

PhantomTwitch | 30-something | she/her

Hi! Welcome to my blog! It's only taken me over a decade to finally do this. I love cartoons and writing and all kinds of other things, and I have the kind of lame sense of humor that makes three year olds laugh hysterically and anyone older than ten roll their eyes most of the time.

This place is a disorganized disaster (kind of like my brain), with this post probably the closest thing to any sense of order I've tried to impose on it. Below are links to my various writings, as Tumblr's search bar sucks and most of you are probably members of the phandom that stumbled across one of my works somewhere and came looking for more.

(Though whether that's the case or not, you're welcome either way!)

I write a lot and genuinely love it. The only part of writing I actually hate is coming up with titles and summaries. Sometimes I get a decent flash of inspiration for a title, other times? Ehhhhh.

I'm happy to answer any asks and will, like many, happily ramble on endlessly about my fics.

I rarely post WIPs, so unless noted, all of the works below are completed as of this time and on AO3.

Danny Phantom Fanfics

Echoes

There was something wrong with Danny Fenton.

Nearly eighteen months after a lab accident left him hospitalized, his friends and family assumed he was still recovering from the side effects of his near-death experience. But after witnessing Danny do something ghostly, they begin to suspect something much more sinister is afoot and set out to save their friend from the clutches of the evil ghost possessing him.

As The Ice Begins to Crack

Little by little, as the public’s perception of him changed, Danny’s ghost form continued to reflect it. He looked more human every day, more confident, and more like the superheroes from the comics they used to read on the floor of Danny’s room as kids. As the months passed there was a moment when Tucker began to forget, to wonder if what he saw when Danny first stepped out of the portal that day was nothing more than a nightmare.

Inspired by this post on tumblr from paenling

Doubt Comes In

For InvisoBang 2023.

When Danny Fenton returns on the first day of spring after being kidnapped by the Fright Knight, something is off. His teeth are too sharp, his skin is too pale, and when he’s angry, the lights flicker as a harsh chill and the scent of ozone permeates the air as if heralding an approaching storm. There are moments when he is impossibly still, more statue than flesh, more ghost than human, and little by little everyone wonders if the child sitting in their midst is truly still Danny at all.

Scars He Hides

For Ecto-implosion 2023.

The portal accident left Danny with scars that glow whether he's Fenton or Phantom. He's done his best to hide them, but it's only a matter of time before someone finds out his secret.

Beyond the Grave

For Ecto-implosion 2023.

At the start of his freshman year, Danny Fenton disappeared. But much as Dash didn’t care and preferred to focus on football, it’s hard to avoid thinking about it after seeing Fenton dig himself out from an unmarked grave in the woods.

What We Have Been is What We Are

Based on this tumblr prompt from MadameTamma here

Maddie has a near death experience when an invention blows up on her in the lab. Her spirit is suddenly thrust from her body, and Clockwork appears to guide her down the Path, presenting her with a chance to learn from her past as her life flashes before her eyes. Little by little there are signs that she's missed something, that there's something off with Danny, and she finds herself risking her very existence to learn the truth.

So You Have Wished It

Something is wrong. Something has changed.

The signs start off so small, so easy to dismiss, but little by little it begins to spiral until Sam can't ignore it anymore and she's forced to face reality once again.

(This is a one-shot from part of a bigger AU I am working on currently)

My Body Is a Cage

For Angst Fest 2023

His friends aren't sure how much longer they can keep this a secret. Every time a ghost appears, Danny dies again. And every time Danny dies, they bring him back.

It doesn't help that no matter how much they try to explain to Danny what's happening, the truth never sticks.

Unnamed Electric Core OneShot

Currently on Tumblr only, now a bigger WIP, but this can still be read on its own. Another No One Knows AU with the ghosts being creepier than in canon.

Unnamed WIP

Currently on Tumblr only, this was inspired by yet another MadameTamma prompt where Danny does not remember being human. Body Horror fic and currently a WIP.

[charmedreincarnation]

My shift to Bnha

I’ll start with the basics. For starters my reality is a bit different. The legal age is 25, so therefore school duration is longer, and our ages are different. I start UA when I was 19 years old, which made me a year 1 student. my parents are both prominent figures in hero society, and I was an only child to them. I only add this because I think it’s important to acknowledge background information because it shapes your experience and your placement in society, especially in a world filled with heroes everything is ranked and merit based.

UA .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

Contrary to popular belief, at least in my reality school is very much emphasized and just as important as hero work. For me a typical day looked like, getting up at 7:45 to prepare for classes that started at 8:30 and ending at 5. We do have a one hour lunch break, and a specific period to work on our specific quirks alone any way we see fit. A lot of people do use that time to slack off and hang out with friends, but they’ve recently become very strict about it. Credits to to Tenya Ida for informing the board of what people were really doing ! A lot of people were mad but honestly I am a teachers pet in this reality so I kind of appreciated it.

I can’t speak for the other classes, maybe it’s because of everything we went to, but we are not a class we are genuinely family. I am closest to Izuku, Sui, Ochacho, Mina, Todoroki and MoMo! Not in any particular order. I’m not going to talk about everyone but here are some of the reasons I love them <3

•Mina is just as extroverted quirky and bubbly as you would expect. Shes one of those people you meet and you can’t help but adore because they energy is so welcoming and they’re so loving. She’s kind of a prankster and a rumor starter and I find it hilarious. You can’t keep anything from her, though but once she has a narrative she has narrowed upon, you have a better chance of changing the devils mind.

For example i talked about this in a different post, but she started a rumour that bakugo is in love with izuku and that’s why he’s mad all the time. It got back to bakugo and he threatened to turn the cafeteria into a live bake oven. It’s honestly hilarious how she can make a whole room laugh. Or make anyone mad.. I guess it’s a talent regardless.

•Sui is the sweetest girl ever. She kind of keeps to herself but she’s honest and what you see is what you get. She’s also kind of emotional and I am kind of a cry baby too there so we get each other. We really just want to do our best and see everyone succeed. I would say both of us made friendships are bigger priority than hero training and we have both been called out for it too.

•Ochacho is very similar to Mina but she can also get down to business when she needs to. Everyone loves her, and her powers are super helpful in any situation, like for sneaking out quietly… but I wouldn’t know anything about that. I vividly remember having a conversation about our hero progress and she’s deeply insecure. She grew up impoverished and Monterey compensation is one of the reasons that really encouraged her to be a hero. I remember one time she was telling me how impressive I was during the first few weeks of school because I had a better handle on my quirk than her. She said something of how I was meant to be a hero. It made me sad because I admired her will and determination more than anyone. I had so many factors that put me ahead in some of my peers. My mother is a pro hero and I went to a profound middle school that molded me to be ready. I told her she was born to be a hero and I was made to be a hero. I was being honest and I didn’t think it meant anything but she always reminds me of how she thinks about that anytime she’s in a situation where she needs help. Nothing made me happier

•Momo and my quirks are very similar. My quirk is called clairvoyance somnium, and my hero name is dreamer. Kind of what she can do but I visualize whatever I need. I can also do more things that I won’t get into but a lot of it, I was inspired by my shifting methods ! Anyways she’s the sweetest and we live pretty close to each other so I’ve seen her around for a while. She’s honestly very gorgeous and we both struggle with insecurities and anxiety, so she really is someone I relate and rely on. Maybe it’s because our quirks or so similar or we have similar backgrounds and personalities but… she’s probably the person I am closest with! But I really do love everyone equally

Bakugo .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

Ok lots of people ask about him so let’s go.

Yes he’s so loud and always angry. You know I thought i would be scared of him but I honestly even I even give him snarky remarks sometimes (in a nice way because I am so nice in this dr) but wow he is the loudest person I’ve ever met in any dr but his powers are amazing we all respect it

Contrary to popular belief..no one is scared of him. As angry, loud and aggressive as he is he has proven time and time again all he wants to do is be a hero. Honestly it surprised some of us but everyone knows he has kind of good intentions under his wrath ??

He also makes everything a competition and he’s actually good at eveything. He’s good at school I’m pretty sure he placed after me in mid terms ! I got third and he got fourth. He’s a great cook and baker. We had a baking competition and he placed after sato. We made ramen and he made the best ramen ! Like he’s not as dumb as he looks. He’s also in a one sided competition with Todoroki but as we have all noticed he doesn’t give a fuck.

Powers .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

This may be egotistical but I could not imagine not being a hero in a world with 80% hero. Don’t let the league of villains hear this it will fuel their fire. 🥲 in all seriousness we are lectured that we are not better than anyone, and we are simply stronger than other people and that is it so we shouldn’t let it conflate our egos. The only way we would be given the green flag to pat our own backs is when are abilities begin to save millions of lives. But then I guess if we’re only being heroes to look good then would that really make us heroes. At least that’s what I wrote about in my English essay. Present mic did in fact eat it up, I got an amazing grade on it. But that’s not the point. The point is it’s easy to get a big head but we were simply genetically lucky, not better, smarter, etc.

Now that philosophy is behind us, having powers is so cool and coming back here the limits of other realities having no bounds never fails to amaze me. Our quirks are an extension of ourselves and literally are us. It’s not second nature, it’s first nature after having these abilities for so long. Especially my quirk, if I wanted I could “dream” 500 million yen, and well I wouldn’t be able to put it in the bank but I digress. Finding out what your quirk can do and how far your cbs push your limits always allows us to be going through moments of self discovery. Having a quirk is honestly it’s own life alone, and I genuinely could not be happier.

My favorite classes .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

As a student in this incredible universe, I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to pursue many amazing topics of study.

One class I took was Hero Studies, where we learned about the many different hero theories and methods of justice, as well as what it takes to become an effective hero. We also discussed the history of the hero world and its evolution throughout the years. It was a fascinating subject and definitely one of my favorites!

The next class I took was Quirk Studies. Here we learned all about quirks, their effects on people and how they can be used to help protect civilians and stop villains. We even discussed how to best work with a partner with a different quirk, and how to combine two quirks to create a unique and powerful attack.

Finally, I also took a class called Combat Training. This class taught us all about combat techniques and how to use the environment and our natural abilities in order to survive any situation. We learned how to effectively dodge and block attacks, as well as how to use our quirks to create powerful attacks.

We of course also had the general classes of math, English, science, math, and music

The classes at UA High were some of the most interesting classes I have ever taken and I am so grateful for having the opportunity to explore them. Not only did I learn a lot about the world of My Hero Academia, but I also grew as a person and as a hero.

Random funny story .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

I’m going to tell you one of the funniest most embarrassing things that happened during the UA sports festive. This happened during the third event, when we were in teaams.

I was with Izuku, mei, Ochako, and fumikage. Everyone is trying to steal the headband from us because Izuku has all the points ! Everyone was targeting us and it was so unfair. during the last few seconds I started running to dream us a tower so we can hide and to grow into to the skies. Then someone came so they threw me the headband and i I was waiting for them but then they got attacked and they told me just go without them !?? I was literally shaking and my anxiety was at an all time high time so I quirked my tower or whatever and made it grow and then the time ran out! I had the headband and we thought we won and we were cheering but umm no. I was the only winner technically because I wasn’t with my team. BUT because that took away FROM the point of the team work part I was deducted points from my own Individual points because that wasn’t the point of the challenge. Honestly you win some you lose some. It was a fun experience regardless.

Also honestly i shifted here around the time of the World Cup, which I could not care less about, but I get the hype of sports witnessing Izuku’s fight against Shinso (manipulation guy.) it was so awesome !!! I was at the edge of my seat the entire time!!! So I guess Now I understand how some people feel about sports lol. By the end of the festival, I got third place overall and my mom was so proud of me. It was the honestly a great feeling.

Random dump with no correlation

my mother (Uwabami’s) Quirk gives her a trio of live snakes growing from her head. One of the snakes have acute senses, allowing her to locate hidden criminals and disaster victims.one snakes also has a scent that can make her victims mindless slaves, one snake produces poison and attacks her victims.

my father who also attended UA with my mom has Squirmy Fingers (can precisely bend and control his fingers, giving him great dexterity) As well as a High Scientific knowledge Skills IQ in engineering. I found this interesting because usually children are a combination of their parents quirks or either or, and mine has nothing to do with either lol.

Todoroki’s pretty smart though he places after Bakugou in the mid terms. he also loves to read ! He’s also politically educated and actually had profound knowledge on the history of heroes and how and why he believe hero’s and villains came to be so.. surprisingly he is more philosophical than I would think. He doesn’t really talk about it or bring it up because if you have a good conversation with him and get him to open up it is always worth.

Food

Tbh to no surprise the food options were eclectic and varied. There was something for everyone! I had everything from traditional Japanese dishes such as ramen and sushi, to western and American-style dishes like pizza and burgers. I even had access to a variety of international cuisines like Indian, Chinese, and Korean.

One of my favorite places to get a good meal was the school cafeteria. Every day it was full of delicious options, from freshly-cooked dishes to the convenience of pre-packaged items. There were also lots of drinks and snacks available. On certain days, the cafeteria also served special meals such as curry or tonkatsu.

If I was looking for something a bit more fast-paced, there were several food stalls and restaurants around town. I could find an assortment of things like ramen, takoyaki, and okonomiyaki. There were also locations that offered more unique dishes such as Japanese-style hamburgers or omurice (Omelette Rice).

Although I often ate at restaurants, I also cooked meals in my dorm room. I could make simple dishes with ingredients from the local grocery store, like fried rice, or make something more complicated with ingredients from the nearby specialty grocery store. I even tried my hand (well with sato as well) at making dango, the traditional Japanese dessert.

Tbh No matter what type of food I was looking for, UA had it though. With all of the different options available, there was something to satisfy whatever cravings I had.

I also write and speak in English so don’t ask any language questions because I do not know

[thoughtswithbbg]

Chapter 1

 “Have a nice day!” You sighed as the last costumer left before you went to the door and flipped the sign to ‘Sorry! We’re Closed!’. You were so tired and done after the long day you had, it was filled of Karen’s, and weird old men trying to flirt with you. 

     You headed to the back room, taking off the apron with your name on it and went to cleaning up the store. There wasn’t much to do, you didn’t have any overly extreme customers today. As you were cleaning, you grabbed a few things to make a good meal for dinner. You left some money on the counter and began to make your way home.

     You had to stop at your favorite book store though, the new chapter of the Jujutsu Kaisen manga was out! You were so excited to see where the story would go, even though you’ve cried for hours in your room because of Nanami, and all the other characters. You wish you could change the plot, but you can’t. Maybe this next chapter won’t be as angsty as the last one. 

     You also looked at some of the romance books, you’ve read all the ones on your TBR so you’re looking for a new romantic read, you always want to escape reality and have an excuse to not actually go out and experience the romance yourself. You picked up a couple new romance books and the new Jujutsu Kaisen manga before you left the store, you can’t afford too many new books. ‘ I seriously need a a sugar daddy…’ You thought to yourself. 

    You opened the door to your apartment, your fluffy orange cat coming to greet you. “Hi Butternut baby, i’ll feed you, just let me sit everything down.” You went to your room and sat the books on your bed and you put your dinner on the kitchen counter. You poured Butternut some food and went to make your own dinner. 

    The doorbell suddenly rang and you glanced at your door in question. You haven’t ordered anything recently, nothing that should be arriving this soon anyways. You walked to your door and opened it, seeing no one there but a small package that you didn’t recognize. You brought it inside and sat it down on the table, you could open it after some well deserved dinner. 

    Your food smelled so good, even if it was something simple, Mac and cheese was always delicious, especially when it’s homemade. You ate at your dining table, looking at the box that arrived at your door. You had absolutely no clue what it was but you really were curious. But you’d wait till after dinner to open it, you’ll even grab your baseball bat just in case.

    You were almost done washing the dishes when a thud in your dining room where the box was. You rushed in there and stared at the box as it shifted around the table. ‘what the fuck is in there?’ You carefully grabbed your box opener and walked over to the box, slicing it open. You backed away from the box and prepared yourself for whatever will pop out of it.

   “Finally!” A voice came from the box as little hands lifted themselves out of the box and you could not believe your eyes. ‘WHY IS THERE A MINI GOJO SATORU IN MY DINING ROOM?!’ You screamed at the tiny anime character and he screamed back. You had no clue how this  tiny character got to you but it scared the ever living shit outa you.

   “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” You pointed at the tiny guy, he was no bigger than a baby bunny, which was kinda funny cause he was the strongest sorcerer in his world and now he’s teeny tiny.

    “I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME QUESTION!” Gojo couldn’t even believe his eyes, you were huge! It was impossible to be that big if you were human, so you had to be a curse. Unless…he shrunk in size? He looked down at his body and realized that he had, indeed, shrunk. He was dressed in the same outfit he wore when he was fighting Sukuna. His blue eyes were still just as bright as they would be if he was his normal size. You were wondering how in the hell Gojo MF Satoru was on your kitchen table. Last you checked, you hadn’t consumed any edibles in the last 24 hours (that’s a personal record), so how is one of your favorite anime characters in your world? 

    Gojo on the other hand, was wondering why he was so small. Last he remembered, he was fixing to fight Sukuna in his full form, but now he was in your kitchen. You looked kinda stupid, he thought, your mouth was hanging wide open like you couldn’t believe he was real. And you couldn’t. 

    You turned away from him and took a couple of deep breaths before calming down and facing him. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?” You screamed at him, which he ignored you and kept looking into the plastic bag where your brand new Jujutsu Kaisen manga was sitting in. You couldn’t stop him from looking at it as he dipped through the pages, only looking at the photos until he stopped on a page. You knew which page it was by his reaction. It was him on the page and he looked lifeless, probably because he was dead. You flinched as he turned around and glared at you like he did Jogo and Hanami in that one episode in the series.

   “What the fuck is this?”

    You had spent most of your evening explaining to Gojo MF Satoru that he was in another world, where his world was just a manga series turned ‘anime’ for a bunch of humans entertainment. You could practically feel the tiny version of him becoming more and more angry. You just hoped he wouldn’t Purple Hallow your house. Gojo couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his suffering, his students suffering, Sugurus suffering, was all for entertainment? He really was about to Purple Hallow your house in a rage, but decided that he shouldn’t. You seemed guilty enough already, you didn’t want to break the news to him but you had to after he read the manga. “I’m sorry, um, Gojo…” 

    Your apology meant almost nothing to him, but he could tell you meant it, so he just nodded his head. “I just, I didn’t think this would ever happen…” His thoughts immediately went to the battle with Sukuna that he was now not apart of. He wanted to believe that his students and friends would be able to beat Sukuna but he found it highly unlikely. Though, there wasn’t much he could do to get back into his world. He looked up at the women in front of him, she was still trying to figure out if he was real, which was understandable considering her circumstances. “Well, I guess i’m stuck here then.” He shrugged and sat down at the table, he wasn’t fully relaxed but things were out of his control.

    “so, is this world basically the same as ours? Just no curses?” He figured he might as well as you questions about your world instead. “Does that mean you have sweets?” You nodded and tossed him a bag of your (f/c) that you picked up at the convenience store. His tiny hands opened the bad and he took out one candy before he took a tiny bite. You had to admit, a tiny Gojo Satoru eating (f/c) was adorable. You wondered if he would ever go back to his full size though, which if he did, you might actually be the luckiest woman on the planet. 

   “So,” He looked up at you, having a lot of questions still on his mind but he decided he would ask later. “What’s your name? I figured that’s the most important question to ask even though I have so many more.” This whole situation was weird as hell, but hey, it’s the nothing the great Gojo Satoru can’t handle. He is the strongest, after all. Maybe not in this world though. 

    “It’s (y/n). Nice to meet you, Gojo Satoru..” You gave him a smile, and he smiled back. This situation may suck, and he might never be able to go back to his world, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, right? You were nice enough to let him stay with you, even though you knew possibly everything about him and his past and probably his future. But you didn’t care, you knew all of the horrible shit he’s done and didn’t care. Maybe this was his reward for suffering so much in his past. 

   Like this was his new safe haven..

   Like it was his new home..