#i'm going to go to sleep now before i die from fright

[angered-box]

[raises hand] i would like to know…about the lads…….

okay so like i'm not gonna try and talk about TOO many but there are a small handful that i can talk about cause i’ve introduced them on here already!! uhhh some are. ocs inserted into canon. because i’m silly :3

I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY ERM.... and also got embarrassed near the end so i tried hurrying up the last section....

Okok so uhmmm there are some of my oldest ocs i’ve had which would be Wren and Una (and also Xavier but i haven’t drawn him yet so erm.) so like. Their whole story is, ahhh difficult for the most part cause it was created 5 years ago and i was god awful at stories and i’m still trying to fix it so in a summary Wren has adoption papers thrown at him for Una at the ripe old age of 17 because he did not feel right seeing the child of the man he was friends with and saw as a father figure get sacrificed (even if it will help the town not go to shit) because he felt like he needed to atleast give back to the man since he passed. But he takes Una and because of the fact that the town could not kill her the town slowly starts decaying which is kinda fucked up honestly if you think about it. And it’s not like the town can pick someone else it’s kinda predetermined every ten years thanks to the horrific beast that has cursed the town it’s a lil silly👍. But because of that they’re kinda constantly being followed because the town people desperately need Una. So it’s kinda like that for about 5-6 years, Wren is now like 22-23 and Unas about 8 cool? Cool. And for Xavier it’s a lil difficult but he kinda helps them out around that time by taking them in cause he was returning back home to visit his mother (who is very much on her death bed at that point) That's like the most i have for their story i don't have an ending but it gets grim kinda and Xavier is the only human out of the trio that's fun he's also like 25. i don't know what Wren is supposed to be he's just blue, and Una is like half human half sheep demon, i’ve tried to make her appearance like a highland sheep but it's not going so well as of right now lol….

Agh and there’s also my minecraft oc. His name is Box because i did nawt want to come up with a name for him so i just call him that cuz my user on minecraft is the same as here lol… but the funny thing is for him with my silliness he’s basically a retired god. And also a deadbeat parent. Both to his bio children and also like his actual creations he made by his own hands. He stopped being a god because he literally got bored and wanted to travel. He is so avoidant with things and only cares about traveling and tea he’s awful and i love him also he’s old. Really old. And also has fox ears and a fox tail. Did i mention he’s old.

There’s also my dnd character!!!! His name is Ilias and i don’t have a basis of actual lore for him but i loveeeee talking about him. He’s a wood elf who is honestly looks like a sick young tree (he’s like 203 cm tall). You know that image of Charlie from Always Sunny. The pepe silvia scene? That’s his personality kinda but in a more academic way. He is not normal about knowledge, but when is a wizard normal about that shit like actually. He manages to somehow not get insta killed despite having 14 AC and 14 hitpoints…for now atleast. Also he can use infestation, and basically mite blasts people which is really funny. He also manages to get sick about things a lot, don’t let him in a cramped vehicle of any sorts.

Okay so now we have ocs that i have tossed into games cause it’s funny. So there are two characters who are actually siblings, fraternal twins actually! Uh their names are Kisho and Kuran and both of them are for two different games (Kisho is meant for o.bey me and Kuran is for t.wst but this is not about the games i’m about to infodump their lore because holy shit did i fuck things up for them) So the funny thing is for them while they’re twins Kuran is the youngest because he was born like a few minutes after midnight L. so both of them are capable of magic erm both parents are witches ( i actually intend to draw them soon!) and also like the healthiest bio parents i have ever created it’s so crazy (they almost blew eachother up multiple times as teens because they wanted to practice together <3) the difference is Kisho is actually better though because he stuck with his studies and Kuran kinda is just a “fuck it we ball” type person for magic. Oh also did i mention how they’re twins and Kuran is just a day younger? Yea well i lied. So they WERE the same age until they were 11. In which then Kisho had got pissed off at Kuran and ran off to go hide from him to calm down and uh. He kinda got sent to the dimension. By all means he was missing for like 3 days but when they found him he had aged by 3 years. Oh and also he experienced The Horrors and is never going to be the same again and now instead of them being siblings who did a lot together and managed to be on the save wavelength they’re now so vastly different because of Kishos experiences and also the fact he is very much no longer in the same state of mind. Anyways Kisho is like 20-21 and is currently working on becoming a historian and philologist whereas Kuran is like 17-18 going into fashion design. They have issues and it’s honestly really bad but one just puts everything in a cupboard and quickly closes the door before everything falls and the other pretends that his issues aren’t there. Also Kisho is transmasc YAYYYYY YAYYYYYYYYYYY. (Also because i’ve made art of them before i’ll give a description cause Kisho has green hair whereas Kuran is blonde :3)

(i started skipping A LOT of major things about this character due to getting embarrassed and scared of talking too much but i’m going to show more in the future)

Uh and last one i can kinda talk about would be Akihisa…. Where to start erm… so he’s my silly little rabbit and i torment him. He has the most issues while also like the least. First off he doesn’t live with his biological parents he was adopted ^-^ so like….. essentially . hmmm. Okay so essentially his father came from outside of Japan when he was a bit younger to pursue filming (which he didn’t stick around in but it’s okay) and he met Akihisas mother who was (and still is) a model. So their relationship did not work out but hey they have a kid now. The kid doesn’t have a mother whose permanently in his life and the father is kinda. Yeag. ANYWAYS so the fun thing is his dad was able to get help from his college friend to look after Akihisa because he had to leave (i’m sorry i’m lazy right now and don’t want to give the actual explanation) and this is when the Komatsu family comes in because they basically adopt him. So this family consists of Mrs Komatsu who is Akihisas fathers friend and she’s an actress who mostly just does smaller roles but anyways there’s also her husband who is a literature professor at a local college and then the siblings are Toshiko (eldest), who works as a model agent, and Ikuya (youngest but now middle child) whose actually in a unit (it’s more so an actual band he’s not a idol but you know what i mean) and is the reason why Akihisa wanted to become an idol in the first place. Also when he first went to yumenosaki for the first like two years he had dyed hair, specifically black hair because he didn’t like standing out from his family. ALSO in !! he’s a graduate just a fair. Information. He also was the leader of his ex-unit and it has the worst fucking name you could have everrrrr named something. It was literally called THE ODYSSEY… and also he was like not prepared to be a leader he let his unitmates walk all over him until the very end when the group split. Also one of the unitmates in that group became the leader of the current unit he’s in and it’s obviously a lot more functional now.

 I’m starting to get tired i’ve been writing this document for 3 days and just spent atleast 3-4 hours writing the rest of this. This is like. The bare minimum of a summary for all my ocs and i am so sorry for that…

[thecapricunt1616]

Vervain - c.b. one-shot

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): “I want you to fuck another baby in me.” You said and kissed him deeply, grinding against him and running your hands over his chest and abdomen, tugging at the tie of his sweatpants. He moaned in surprise and grabbed your bum, squeezing and spanking you lightly before pulling away after a few more moments of you essentially eating eachother alive to breathe. 

♡ O/S Inspo: Vervain - Use in Protection, purification, youth, peace, healing, sleep and baths. For all-purpose protection of homes and people (especially children).

♡ Summary: You & Carmy had your first baby 8 weeks ago... seeing him being so attentive and such a good father is for some reason inducing a baby fever - again.

♡ W/C: 4.6K+

♡ Posted Date: 05/09/2024

♡ A/N: OOOO hey yallllll! Capri is back - She was written by the writing bug this morning!!! I have other requests i'm still working on but for now - I am swallowing my stage fright, I hope this suffices for what you were wanting future Mrs.Berzatto eek!!! Thank you so much for requesting from me! You can see the request this one-shot is based on right ♡ here ♡ if you aren't following @carmenberzattosgf already I'm quite unsure how you found ME before you found HER go give her a freaking follow!!!I am seriously such a fangirl for her work and was over the moon when she requested me!

♡ Warnings for BTC: Pregnancy stuff, breeding kinks, talking about parenting stuff, Dad!Carmy, unedited (we die like men), NO USE OF Y/N!, AFAB/Feminine reader w/ long hair implied

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴�� 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡

It had been exactly 8 weeks today from when you’d given birth to your baby girl, Athena. Of course, you weren’t thinking about this yet - because you were peacefully sleeping away in bed, at 8:45 am. Each day you woke though, you were surprised your life wasn’t a dream. 

Being married to your ultimate dream man, with the most beautiful little baby and not a rush in the world. Carmy had known when you got pregnant he’d be taking some time off after you gave birth to care for you, especially since you’d been trying for a baby so he was more prepared to have everything set up. He made your life almost impossibly easy. 

Impossibly meaning it was nearly…isolating how simple your problems were compared to other moms. Since Carmy was like - the fucking golden standard of dad. You weren’t sure where he learned all this shit- especially since his father was never around and you knew for a fact didn’t treat his mother like this. You honestly felt bad complaining about anything to other moms - because in comparison when you did they were needing to do way more then you, and alone - because their husbands simply didn't care, or weren't interested in learning.

He had completely taken over the nighttime feedings, every 2 hours an alarm buzzing him awake on his watch. He would go ease little Athena awake, come back to the bedroom, gently wake you, set a boppy in your lap, help you undo your maternity bra and get her latched, and rub your back through the cramping that breastfeeding brought, whispering sweet encouragements and kissing your temple. 

After she was done eating, he would help you get situated again, bottle up the letdown milk and put it in the mini fridge he’d gotten for your bedroom for this specific purpose before bringing your daughter back to her nursery and burping her, before changing her and putting her back down - just do do it all again an hour and 15 minutes later. 

He took over the cleaning completely - your house was spotless nearly at all times, and of course you were very well fed. He would combat the exhaustion fatherhood brought by passing out next to you in bed after he brought you breakfast on a cute little tray and Athena had her morning feeding before being put down for a nap, baby monitor on his chest so he could jump up the second she fussed. 

“G’morning mama” was what woke you this morning, that and gentle kisses on your forehead. You heard quiet little coos and immediately your eyes were open on instinct, to see little Athena nuzzled up in Carmys arm like a little football and a tray of amazing smelling breakfast in your face. 

“I want my baby” you open your arms and he gently placed her on your chest to which she grunts happily and squirms her little legs, doing everything she can to lift up her head to see you. 

“She’s such a good girl mama she helped me make breakfast f’you this mornin’ she’s the best little sous ever” he cooed, looking at her beaming with happiness as he rubs her little back. 

This was what got you. You weren’t sure if it was the hormones, if it was the fact your husband looked like a fucking Greek god incarnate, or if it was just - you don’t know…human fucking nature?! Literally? But the insane level of need that you had for him - you wanted another one. 

Athena wasn’t even rolling on her side yet and you were already craving being pregnant. Well- Carmy did love your body while you were pregnant. You loved your body while pregnant, you felt sexier and more feminine and pretty and overall like a goddess. Mostly thanks to Carmy and his constant praises, and the way you two were fucking like rabbits during your pregnancy and you missed that. 

“What’s f’breakfast daddy?” You pucker your lips to which he obliges and gives you a sweet peck 

“So this mornin, Miss Athena she decided on an omelette so we have a French omelette with dill-“ he explained and you inturrupt with a giggle 

“Did you? You came up with that all on your own Athena? Such a smart girl!” You joked, kissing the top of her soft head to which she just huffed a breath to your skin and made little baby grunting noises as she wiggled her legs 

“She did! Then we also have a light cucumber salad f’you with fresh herbs ‘f’course, sourdough toast, and a banana smoothie. All made with love” he kissed the top of your head. 

Each morning after her first feeding, he would take Athena into the kitchen with him, baby wear her because he is just that perfect, and explain every little detail to her softly while he would cook breakfast, giving her head gentle kisses along the way and rubbing her back soothingly. He did the same while cooking lunch, and dinner. The first time you saw this you burst into tears at the sweetness and the beauty of creating your own family.

“Wow sweetheart thank you! This looks sooo yummy” you kissed the now drowsy baby’s nose and she smiled softly, causing you to smile and Carmy to gasp happily. 

“Look at that little smile ‘eh? Such a pretty girl” he rubbed her back gently and you carefully picked her up and put her on his chest so you could eat, to which he happily laid back, palm flat over her little back patting her soothingly. 

“Can’t wait to try this bear looks so yummy” you pull the tray in your lap and cut off a bite, trying it and nodding “course a ten.” You look at him and he huffs a laugh as to not wake the baby who was clearly ready for another nap

“Y’always say ten” he said softly and pressed his lips to Athena’s head gently, breathing in her baby smell. “Do you know what day it is?” He mumbles and looks over at you. 

“I’ve been waiting for this day for….eight weeks” you smirk and he shook his head amusedly with a smile. 

“Babe- you’ve been” he covers her tiny ears “you’ve been sucking me dry I didn’t even have a break. This is gettin’ exhausting” he joked and you laugh quietly as to not disturb the baby. 

“Not my fault you’re like- don’t get me started I need to eat and shower and shave and - today is a big day.” You said and sipped your smoothie, humming happily “this is really good seriously bear” you told him and he rubbed your hand gently before pressing it to his lips 

“Alright well that means I better get a move on then and there’s laundry t’do so I better go put ‘er down, you eat. Watch y’show ’er whatever and you can do your shower mm?” He asked and you nodded happily. 

Of course he’d oblige your every wish. He had always been this way, but became even more lenient after you’d gotten pregnant. You made sure many times through tearful guilt that he wasn’t making himself resent you, and he assured you that everything he does he wants to do and only does because of the fact that he wants to, he also assured you he could never resent you or even dislike you, or anything less then be fully in love with you. 

You had a luxurious shower, slathered on your favorite lotion and were even able to blow out your hair, putting on your favorite pair of lacy panties. You were upset you had to settle for a nursing bra, but knew Carmy wasn’t going to mind. You put on one of your comfortable slips, even put in some earrings after doing your skincare. By the time you were done Carmy was just getting Athena up from her nap and changing her diaper before bringing her in 

“Say hi mama” he takes her little hand waving it at you “did you have a nice shower?” He pecked your lips sweetly and helped you get settled with her on the bed so she could eat. 

“Very nice - thank you for taking care of everything sweetheart” you sit back, sighing softly and resting your head back “I love you” you look over at him with a sweet smile. 

“I love you beautiful, how y’feelin any cramps?” He asked and held your hand, lacing your fingers together sweetly and kissing your fingers. 

“No- well…not as bad anymore If anything when she’s not as hungry my boobs start to hurt” you explained and he nods 

“Well y’look beautiful baby, I love these on you” he gently touches your earring bringing a smile to your lips, he always notices the smallest things about you. Like he has you memorized. 

“Thank you Bear” you said softly as the baby makes little gulping suckling noises. Carmy chuckled, rubbing her belly lightly. 

“That’s the good stuff huh little? Mama’s got the golden tap” he jokes and you laughed, holding her securely 

“Stop! Stop making me laugh she’s comfy latched like this you’ll piss her off” you nudge him with your foot gently 

“It’s true! You were the one that forced me to try it. It’s sweet, I see why she likes it.” He said and you scrunch your nose, biting back giggles 

“Yes because it encourages her to eat it.” You gently brush that spot over her nose bridge and forehead, causing her eyes to flutter shut “that’s why when she’s 6 months we can’t let her have fruit for a while cause she’ll think everything’s sweet like my milk” you explained 

“Mmm…read that too in one of the books you got- it’s a good call” he thumbs over her fingers gently that were wrapped around his forefinger tightly like a baby monkey. 

“You should sleep” you told him softly. “You can have snuggles with her I’ll watch you” 

He smiled and leaned in, kissing you lovingly “thank you sweets. I can burp her s’okay. I already got the towel” he said and grabbed it from his nightstand. 

She only took a few more minutes before she slowly stopped suckling and instead went to fall right asleep but before she could you took her off and handed her over to Carmy for burping to which she fussed before she realized her dad was taking her then she relaxed again. 

After Carmy fell asleep, you went to put her down for a nap as well and put away the laundry Carmy had washed. It was about 3 hours before Athena began to fuss again and you went to get her, sitting in her rocking chair after you’d changed her and reading her a book as she ate. 

Carmy came in just as you were finishing up The Very Hungry Caterpillar “that’s a good one huh princess?” He said softly, gently caressing her cheek with his knuckle to which she fluttered her eyes open and smiled slightly before closing them again. 

“Mmhmm, that one always puts her to sleep, she stopped eating 3 pages ago but I like to let her have a little time” you said and gently pulled her off to which of course she fussed. Carmy took her, hushing her sweetly and putting her on his shoulder. 

“Y’mommy spoils you little girl” he told her, gently bouncing her as he burped her, putting a cloth on his shoulder and kissing her head. You smile slightly as you fixed your bra and nightgown 

“I’d say we both spoil her. The doctor says she’s the happiest baby she’s met” you fixed her little sock that she’d managed to wriggle down to her toes before kissing her foot 

“And the smartest and the prettiest and the most perfect “ he told her sweetly patting her back as she let out a big burp “good girl” he said and you giggled 

“That was a good one” you told her and kiss her head gently, seeing him like this with her, especially mixed with a sleep thick voice, no shirt, and messy curls - not to mention the stubble from not bothering to shave as often. He looked…delicious 

“Mmm- such a sexy daddy too” you mused, kissing his neck gently and rubbing your palm over his abs that had gone a bit softer due to spending way less time in the gym, but you loved it. 

“Yeah? Even with throw up on my shoulder mm?” He joked, and usually that would be gross - but fuck. The way he stepped up as a father constantly - everything he did was with the two of you in mind and you never even had to ask. He’d quit smoking for god sakes without you saying a word once he’d found out you were pregnant. 

“Especially. You’re so fucking amazing Carmy. Let me go to the bedroom so you can put her down but we need to talk” you told him and kissed his lips lovingly before heading back to the bedroom so he could work his magic getting her to sleep. 

It only took him 20 minutes before she was out and he came to the bedroom, carefully shutting the door behind him. “Needa talk mm? Got a feelin’ we won’t be doin much talkin’ “ he teased, throwing her spit up towel in the hamper easily and coming to lay down with you. As soon as his head hit the pillow you were straddling his lap, your hands on either of his shoulders like a hungry lioness in heat. 

“I want you to fuck another baby in me.” You said and kissed him deeply, grinding against him and running your hands over his chest and abdomen, tugging at the tie of his sweatpants. He moaned in surprise and grabbed your bum, squeezing and spanking you lightly before pulling away after a few more moments of you essentially eating eachother alive to breathe. 

“Holy fucking shit” he said, chest rising and falling quickly “what got into you- im not complaining but-“

“Get me pregnant. I love it- I love it Carmy. God I feel so fucking hot. And seeing you with our daughter being all attentive and good to her? Holy fuck baby. Mm when people look at me - when they look at us I love it. I love knowing that people know you knocked me up.” You said, kissing his neck and sucking a hickey into the stubbly skin there. He moaned softly, palming your ass and squeezing your upper thighs 

“No baby not yet - not yet mm? Y’need time to heal…we can pretend mm?” He counters and gently brushed your hair back. You whine and pout, pulling back and looking at him 

“No. I want it now get me pregnant now.” You beg and hold his hands “pleeease I’m all healed remember? It’s 8 weeks.” You said and kissed over his tattoos, hoping you were distracting enough to get him to agree.  

“Mm yup you can have me inside you again, but doctor said having another baby so fast would cause them to have low birth weight. We don’t want that for our babe no? Also y’breastfeeding babe. The chances of you getting pregnant are super low” he said and you huff, sitting up frustratedly 

“You really know how to turn a girl off, you know that right? Can’t you pretend to satisfy your wife? Don’t you think I know?! Do you think I’m stupid?” You snip and he raised his brows 

“Y’gettin sassy w’me?” He questioned lowly and squeezed your hips “fix the attitude” he ordered and you bit back a smile. 

“No.” You crossed your arms “I don’t have one” you snip “you’re being mean t’me. Y’being mean to your wife” you teased, shoving his shoulder into the pillow playfully. 

“Ohh” he chuckled a bit “did you just push me?” He mused, grabbing your wrist firmly but not enough to hurt, just enough to show you he was willing to play. 

“What would you do about it if I said yes?” You leaned in so close your noses were touching. 

“You’d be in trouble” he smirked, leaning in and tugging your bottom lip between his teeth and sucking and nibbling it gently the way drove you wild. You moaned softly, your eyes fluttering shut. The feeling went straight to your core, warmth flooding your abdomen and your clit twitching with excitement. 

“Please” you said softly, well as much as you could mumble with one lip the other still being assaulted by Carm who was very much enjoying the way you were squirming in his lap to get any kind of friction you could. 

He finally releases you “please what angel?” He spanks you lightly “what d’y’need mm?” He lifted your nightgown over your ass and squeezed the flesh, reaching under you and cupping your heat. He hummed at the feeling of dampness already soaking the lace, collecting as much as he could on his fingers. 

“I need you t’fill me up again. Fuckin breed me make me a mommy again mm?” You begged, grinding against his hand - not even caring about the whorish filthy moans falling from your lips. You’d been fantasizing about this for weeks now, the relief of his hand- his wonderful calloused, thick, muscular hand, felt like it was enough to send you into a full orgasm just from the pressure his fingers were giving. 

“Holy fuck y’soaked babe- my god” he groaned, pulling your panties to the side and gently rubbing circles into your swollen throbbing clit that was already twitching. Your hips buck and you bit down on your hand to hold in a cry as to not wake the baby. The next 3 or so minutes you couldn’t even remember what you said as he rubbed firm quick circles over your clit and after not having been touched for nearly 3 months - you were cumming on his hand mumbling his name, and profanities that would likely be considered sacrilegious while whimpering and squirming, thighs shivering - the whole 9. 

“Wow” he muttered, and if your orgasm wasn’t so intense you would probably have laughed at how amazed he sounded. “Y’good?” He rubs your stomach gently and you nod quickly, trying to even your breathing. 

“Fuck-“ you said once you came down “I literally blacked out for a second I think-“ you laughed and he followed suit, carefully laying you down after tucking 2 pillows under your hips to keep you elevated and tugging your panties off. 

“Shit babe y’get all soft on me?” He teased, carefully wrapping your thighs around his waist and pushing down his boxers and sweats just enough to let his cock free. You loved this. It all felt so normal, you were worried it would be awkward getting in bed again, but you two were picking up right where you left off. 

“I think you’re underestimating how sensitive hormones make you” you said as he kissed over your stomach and hips, licking a stripe up your heat causing you to gasp and grip the sheets tightly , your core clenching around nothing. Each touch felt like the power of a lightning strike, it was so much better than before. It had to be the hormones, but shit - now that you knew how good this felt you were worried you could never get enough of him. 

“I guess I was. Also y’super sweet now by the way - sweeter then before I should say” he spread you wider with his fingers to lap up more of your arousal and you look down at him, moaning at the sight. 

“God I fuckin missed you between my thighs - you’re so pretty” you smile, watching as he strokes himself as he continues to pleasure you first per usual. “Can you- try inside?” You asked gently and he looked up at you, resting his cheek on your thigh. 

“You’re ready for that?” He asked softly, his lips and chin glistening with slick. 

“Yeah- uh…try one? Maybe just one at first” you said sheepishly and he nodded, licking his lips 

“Course sweetheart, tell me if s’too much yeah?” He assured and rubbed over you gently before easing a finger over your entrance. 

The feeling was…well. 

It was similar to the uncomfort of your first time, which - if that was the case then it would just take a few times to feel good again. “How’s it feel?” He gently sucks your clit as he eases to the second knuckle, curling gently 

“Mm- okay? Not like it used to. But kinda like it used to…maybe it’ll feel better the more we do it” you assure and he nods a bit, flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud in the way that always got you to open up to him and you gasped lightly, back arching and core going lax. He slipped the final knuckle in and placed a kiss to your mound before slowly pumping as to not overstimulate you. 

“Yeah- mmm yeah” you breathe as it started to feel more familiar, the muscles loosening once again and relaxing. “Another- you can try another.” You told him and gently lace your fingers in his hair. He carefully eased in his forefinger, curling them against your g-spot and your thigh twitches, you nearly sobbed at the feeling that shot through your body at the contact. 

“Oh- okay found it-” he chuckled a bit “sorry did it hurt?” He asked and you shook your head quickly 

“Again” you said softly, trying to remain all of your control because you knew as soon as you lost it finding it would be nearly impossible and you two had a sleeping tiny human 1 room over. 

“Y’feel a lot tighter” he said, pumping his fingers slower, curling them against that fantastic spongey spot each time and you felt that coil in your belly tightening rapidly and it was going to snap now, any moment. “Y’like gushing right now” he chuckled, but it fell on deaf ears because your mind was fuzzy with pleasure. 

You couldn’t form a thought even if you tried, the mixture of his tongue sloppily drooling all over your clit as he padded over it, and the jolt of pleasure each curl of his fingers - it was a place long forgotten since your baby had been born since your priorities had both been changed and refocused for the time being. You weren’t able to warn him, you couldn’t do anything other then mutter his name as your orgasm washed over you so hard he had to hold your legs open so you didn’t crush him by mistake. 

“Fuck me- fuck me baby please Jesus- fuck me” you found yourself begging as you fluttered your eyes open and he was looking up at you in amazement like an owl, mouth slightly agape. 

“Holy shit” he muttered “you’ve never cum like that- what the fuck- I thought I almost killed you” he kissed your thigh and you laugh, a real laugh, chest rising and falling quickly as the aftershock of your orgasm reels back mixed with your giggles. 

“Please. Please” you cup his cheeks “cum inside me” you beg. He trailed kisses up your body, meeting your lips and pulling you into a hot, messy kiss. Mixed with clashing teeth and mixing of spit and sucking of tongues, before lining himself up and carefully pushing his tip in. You whimpered into his mouth and he pulled his lips away from yours, a small string of saliva connecting you both 

“Did I hurt you?” He asked worriedly and you shook your head

“Feels so good bear. Keep goin’ fuck I f’got how full I can feel” you pulled your lips back to his and felt him smile into your lips, holding your hand and lacing your fingers as his other hand worked on rubbing circles into your clit. He kept you quiet by making out with you as he thrusted in fully, staying still for a moment so you could adjust to the sensation once more. 

He grunts, feeling your walls flutter around him and you giggle in response, causing him to moan at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him “shit don’t do that I’ll fuckin cum”

“Then move dummy!” You push your heels into his ass and he chuckled, thrusting slowly in and out, nearly to the tip, before thrusting all the way back in to the hilt- his balls touching the curve of your ass 

“ are y’fuckin kickin me like a horse?” He teased as your back arched off the bed, a whiny moan tearing from your throat and he covers your mouth quickly, “here y’are beggin me t’fuck a second one int’you- y’haven’t even learned how t’be quiet for the first. The baby is sleeping.” He grumbled, and the way he was getting rough with you to protect your baby was enough to throw you into your third orgasm, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes from the overstimulation of your clit, whining and squirming beneath his grasp. 

“Y’gonna be quiet? Er do I have to keep you muzzled ‘mm?” He teased, removing his hand from your mouth 

“Promise- I promise- please please please Carmy - give me another one I promise I’ll be so quiet” you said softly, your voice pleading and begging. He moaned, thrusting a bit harder 

“Can y’take it? Mm? Are y’sure Y’can take me again princess? Last time I knocked you up it took quite a few months a’you face down, ass up, full a’my cum. Nights at a time. Y’don’t remember how you’d whine about how sore you’d get while you were ovulating? Mmm? Fuck you so full y’get sore- fuckin y’four er five times a’day?” he grabs your face, forcing you to look at him with mushed cheeks. 

You whine pathetically, mumbling little ‘yes’ ‘mmhmm’ and ‘please’  you manage to get out an “I miss that so much Carmy” you whimper as he cages you in with his arms, his chain dangling in your face and brushing against your chin as his thrusts get sloppier. 

“Yeah? You miss bein full a’my cum? Y’miss wakin’ up in the mornin’ drippin’ w’me honey?” He mutters into your neck, feeling droplets of your sweat mixing together as your bodies rubbed with his incredibly deep thrusts, nearly laying over you. But Carmy was the most comfortable blanket you could ever ask for. 

“So much- so so much baby. Y’know Athena would be such a good sister- she needs a little friend mm? Y’gonna give your girl what she wants?” You scratch down his back as he pounds right into your g-spot, “oh I’m gonna cum” you whined, back arching and chest pressing flush to his. 

“Fuck - fuck- yes. Yes baby. Fuck m’gonna fuck you full I promise- fuck I’ll give you whatever you want baby I fuckin love you I love you” he moans into your neck, whimpering softly as he shoots hot thick ropes of cum deep inside you, fucking you through your fourth orgasm of the day, rubbing over your belly gently “gonna fuckin stretch this belly out again mm?” He growled hotly in your ear and you giggle, slapping his back playfully. 

“You're so funny talking about wanting to wait” you said and he huffs a laugh into your neck. 

“Yeah yeah. Legs up- Thena’s gonna be hungry soon so Y’can only prop up there f’r like half an hour” he said and helped you put the pillows against the headboard with your hips on them so you were at an angle and rest your legs up on it to let gravity do its thing.  It wasn’t surprising to you, but he absolutely wasn’t opposed to another one so soon after a little convincing.

[yanderes-galore]

PLEASE A YANDERE SPRINGTRAP(yes I know i'm obsessed) PLEASE! Plot: Reader actually escapes by outsmarting him(somehow)

I don' t know who made this but it's funny!

I can try to! Also, yeah, the image is funny. Sorry for the long wait!

This sort of implies you were the first nightguard in Fazbear's Fright and William is getting used to being Springtrap.

You Who Got Away

Yandere! Springtrap Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Sadism, Haunted animatronic this time, Start of obsession, Murder mention.

Anger made the haunted bot shudder. He had slipped up, let himself be fooled by you, now you left scot free. He kept twitching with rage.

Oh if he was still human such mistakes wouldn't have been made! Thirty years of rotting and he's lost his senses. He can barely function within his mechanical tomb. It will take some getting used to.

This had been his first encounter with you. The first time he's met you and you've already made him frustrated. Not only had you been able to leave, but you left him feeling strange.

In his past he had been a murderer. Ever since his family fell apart he had been cold. Yet here you are, making him feel strange while he's forced to live here in purgatory.

He was either too stuborn to die or was being kept in this state.

When he was transported here he was unsure how to feel. Up until he realized at night security cameras were on. Then he met you.

What a poor soul you were. Trapped here with him for a measly paycheck. When he laid eyes on you... he stalled.

You were the perfect victim. He knew your fate would be to die at his hands. Yet...

He felt killing you would ruin the fun.

He shouldn't waste you. He knew you and him would have so much fun. He couldn't help himself, he wanted to hunt you.

Your fear was delectable when he stared at you from the window. His dead eyes never leave yours. You were more of a rabbit than him.

You sat there in confused fear, hands tapping about on a tablet while quivering. He tilts his head with a wide grin. You had no idea what, or who, you were dealing with.

He hears a distant laughter in the distance. He glances at your hand on a button with disinterest. Audio meant to fool him? Why would that work?

You glance at the clock to see the time. He then takes the time to move closer from the other side. It was 4:50 AM.

"A new soul for me to slaughter, hm?"

The smell of rot makes you recoil, the rabbit standing in the doorway. You shuffle yourself towards the vent. He doesn't notice yet.

"Oh, dear... I think you'll prove to be a fun toy for me."

As if to prove his point, you dart into the vent. He's puzzled for a moment but engages in this game of chase. He knew you'd prove promising.

That was what became of most your night. You trying to run from Springtrap. The longer the chase went on the more he enjoyed you.

He could kill you when he caught you.... But there was so much more he could do. They probably wouldn't give him a victim as good as you again.

You were so clever. You fooled him by making noise and shuffling away. There were times he thought he'd catch you...

Then you'd come up with some new trick.

By the time that clock dinged and you flew out of those doors, he was left frustrated and stunned. He loved the chase yet now he couldn't stop twitching. He's... disappointed among other things.

He was frustrated he made a fool of himself and let you go. He was satisfied that you fueled his sadistic desires. He was also on edge as he may now never see you again.

He doubted anyone would believe you. A haunted robot? That's just the sleep deprivation. Although he was concerned you'd quit before he caught you.

He stares at the door with consideration. Following you wouldn't work as he would quickly be caught. Instead he stays still in front of the exit.

The idea of you quitting made him shake more, you'd think the springlocks were going off on his bones. He was upset. He gains consciousness again with new life, is tempted with such a treat, then loses it in the same night.

He'll just have to have faith that you'll return. Perhaps you're desperate enough for the money, hm? He'll just have to be patient and wait.

He can't believe he wants you to come back...

However, he knows if you do, he'll be sure you don't get away this time.

[quillady]

you wake up next to him, in the middle of the night.

for a hot summer night, you two didn't cuddle and your nightmares weren't helping. You had no idea why you kept having them tonight. Rick's tired snore and little kicks did no help too. So you decided to go down and get some cold water to drink, it was a hot night after all.

you took a glass and sent the cold water right down your throat before sitting on the kitchen

with your head in your hand

you think about few of your nightmares. It was this time around you ran away with Rick, wasn't it? You were the only one not from the Smith family and not affected from the love poison. And your mom.

You didn't just 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 her but you two weren't playing for favorites too. You were an unexpected pregnancy for your mom and she ran away from your dad, knowing he doesn't want kids. Even though you didn't do anything about it she always blamed you for losing her dear husband...

But her words through your mind, the ones that still echo in your ears tonight and the exact words she told you in your dream.

you will be nothing more than his wife.

she was right, you didn't wish to marry Rick at first but he lulled you into himself. He was like another dream Now you just felt like you were 6 feet deep into many dreams..

and.. 𝑹𝒊𝒄𝒌? He wasn't the best husband or lover. He showed you the affection you wanted but his drinking problem never really changed.

and when you think about me, all of those year later

you took a deep breath, eyes welling with tears.

𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 ���𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨? 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮, 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙?

"y/n..why did you leave? I panicked.."

there he was, the man of your doubts. Yet everytime he appeared like that, you couldn't help but adore him more. The messed up hair, sleepy red eyes, deep voice and a tall figure, hardly standing on his two feet with all the sleep he has. Yet he fought the feeling of it to find you, didn't he? he came closer to you, as you sat on the counter. he wrapped his arms around your body and snuggled his face to the crook of your neck. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. even though you didn't mean to, you weren't a silent crier. he raised his head to see your face and he gave you a soft smile after his little fright.

"i-is everything alright? did-did i do something to you, why?"

at this point, there was no turning back. what would you do if you listened to your mother anyways? she was sick, it was a surprise how she didn't have the flu until then and then you'd be the only one there, fighting your life off until you got infected or give up at one point or another.

"no Rick it's, it's not you.. I just had, nightmares... "

He smiled with relief and raised you from the counter, carrying you to your room while you wrap your legs around him not to fall. Just as you enter the room, your eyelids get heavy and you feel sleep coming after you. Rick starts the AC while jumping in bed with you in his arms, cuddling you to sleep. You aren't sure if you heard it right or was it just a little nightmare trying to get to you before Rick kissed your forehead but you know you heard someone say

"I told you so."

idk if it was obvious but this is based on

"Good luck, babe!" by Chappel Roan.

Why? I was just listening to it and felt like I needed to do something about it.

Now it's not that I haven't thought of making y/n bi but she has to be loyal ykk.

bc i hate the "you live with the one you wed but die with the one in ur mind."

thats stupid:>

and idk if this is good and i dont even edit these but if you like it lmk and if you have any requests I'm open to any (excluding smut. I've never written smut be4)

[amugoffandoms]

omg it's day three of milgramtober oh my god oh my g

Yuno walks through the halls of MILGRAM, humming to herself. After Shidou's scary story, she doesn't really want to walk around by herself, but she needs some time to herself.

"What to do..." She mutters under her breath.

Should she grab something to eat? Probably not. She already had eaten an hour ago and she was still sort of full.

Oh, which reminds her! Mahiru and she are cooking today. Maybe she could ask some tips from her before they cook later?

...ah, wait, Mahiru is asleep. Somehow, she fell asleep after hearing Shidou's story. She was probably exhausted, Yuno really couldn't tell earlier.

Maybe she should just go back to her room to sleep? Well... actually, bad idea! Shidou's story is still in her head.

She shivers. Why was it so detailed...??? At least Mahiru was able to keep some details out of some of her ghost story and Yuno did the same! But, Shidou just– He went all out!

With a sigh, she decides to head back to the common room where she was earlier before she left out of fright from Shidou's story.

Humming still, she walks into the now empty common room.

"Everyone left?" That makes sense. She left after Shidou told that story, so Mahiru and Haruka would, too.

Anyways... as she walks around, she notices a small paper triangle on the table.

"Hm?" Yuno looks over to the triangle and sees the little triangular paper headband she used earlier.

With a glance around, she immediately knows what she wants to do now.

Fuuta was relaxing in his room. He didn't have anything to do besides pace and think of an escape for the hundredth time. (Each time was a failure.)

So, when he heard a quiet knock on the door, he assumed it was Haruka, who came to just hang out with him, or Yuno, who would play the occasional card game with him.

"Just come in!" Fuuta screams.

...

The door doesn't budge.

Right. The door opens inwards.

With a huff, Fuuta launches himself off his bed and scrambles to open the door.

When he glances outside, there's no one at the door.

"What the fu..." Fuuta huffs.

Mikoto probably did this shit to tease or play with him. He should probably tell him to stop.

Fuuta, almost about to stomp angrily towards Mikoto's cell, notices someone standing in the distance.

Huh. Maybe it was them who knocked?

"Oi! Did you knock on my door and seriously leave? You know that's not–"

The person slowly glances over their shoulder, a terrifying look in their eyes.

Fuuta immediately swallows his rant. Maybe he should go find Kazui. Yep, Kazui!

Fuuta quickly turns to run to Kazui, but he can hear the other person starting to turn to him.

"GAH– LEAVE ME ALONE!!" He screeches as his shoes make loud noises against the Panopticon's floor.

His heart is racing and he's out of breath from fear.

As if the person could hear him, a quiet whistle hums through the air.

"STOP!" He screams.

As Kazui's cell door is finally in view, Fuuta trips on the ground and he crashes to the floor. "No, no, no!"

Fuuta scrambles to get back on his feet but not before hearing the quiet footsteps of the person following him.

Exhausted, out of breath, and slightly hurt, he tries to continue sprinting but groans in pain.

The noise of the footsteps disappear and Fuuta freezes, checking in front of him to make sure they aren't in front of him.

"Am I pretty?"

The quiet, cold whisper into Fuuta's ear makes him shriek and fall back to the floor.

When he finally looks up, he spots the person's full face, with hair in front of their face and a long white dress over them instead of a uniform.

"Y-Yuno??" Fuuta asks, staring in shock and confusion.

Yuno laughs and drops to the floor as she absolutely loses it over Fuuta.

"Why would you– What the fuck?!" Fuuta stares with his mouth wide open.

"I'm sorry– Haha– You were too easy to prank–" Yuno falls onto her back as she laughs.

"You scared me! I thought I was going to die!"

"Sorry, sorry~" Yuno grins. Fuuta huffs in response.

Fuuta stares at Yuno giggling on the ground and remembers his anger at Mikoto from earlier.

"...Hey, are you doing this to anyone else?"

"Hmm?" Yuno slowly moves back upright and looks at Fuuta. "Well, I wasn't planning on it, but..."

"I have an idea for the next person..."

[alexiafeyblogpost]

Rise From The Ashes 6/?

February 22 – District Prosecutor's Office, Underground Parking Lot

"(It seems that the investigation is still going...)" That's the first thing Alexia thinks about when she enters the parking lot.

Suddenly, they heard voices from somewhere.

"I have to be getting back to the shop..."

"I'm sorry... It looks like I'll be trapped in this pit ‘til the sun sleeps."

"Then I'll see you in my dreams tonight, honey."

Moments later, Angel Starr appears before them. "Oh! Still here?"

"We could say the same, Ms. Starr." Alexia says, crossing her arms.

"Oh? Didn't I mention it...? I have a boyfriend in Criminal Affairs." Angel says with a small smile.

"(What happened to the security guard! boyfriend?)" Alexia thinks disgusted.

"Hey!" It is heard before Marshall makes an appearance. "What's up, Bambinas? You’re looking like puppies who have lost their flock!"

"(Jake Marshall... A strange guy to put in charge of a crime scene.)" Alexia thinks, sighing tiredly. "(But I need to interact with him if we want to know anything about the case... So here we go...)"

"Would you mind reading this for me?" Alexia asks, taking out the letter of introduction.

Marshall looks at her intriguedly. "What is this? I warn you; my fans letters go straight to the spittoon!"

"It's a letter of introduction." Alexia says. "It's Detective Gumshoe's to be specific. Can we investigate?"

"Gumshoe...? Ah, that old cowdog?" Marshall murmurs, looking more closely at the letter, "Hmm... he is holding a birthday party or something?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Alexia says confused.

"Look here." Marshall says, pointing to the top of the paper.

The lawyer reads where they point out... and she was able to observe what the problem is. Where it should say "introduction" letter... it says "invitation". Alexia looks up, with an expression that screamed "I'm so sorry..."

"Don't worry. This proves that it's from Detective Gumshoe, better than any blood test could. I guess I'd better let you in." Marshall says nonchalantly.

"Thank you, Officer Marshall!" Ema thanks with a big smile.

"Well, folks." Marshall says gesturing around him. "The clues are calling! Welcome to our golden strike. Be like the settler! Set off for unknown lands! Manifest destiny! Let's have fun!"

As soon as he finishes saying that he runs away from there.

"This officer is really something else... and not in a good way." Alexia murmurs tiredly.

"Note to self: police investigations are like settling land." Ema murmurs as she writes in her booklet.

"(How useful are those notes, Kitten?)” Alexia thinks with a drop of sweat.

"Well, Miss Fey, now what?" Ema asks curiously.

"I'll say I won't need this anymore... yet, just in case of doubt, I will keep it..." Alexia mutters to herself, putting the letter back away. She looks up again to look around. "Where's the cowboy?"

“Did I hear my name, Bambina?" Says the aforementioned from behind her.

"AH!!" Alexia screams in fright. Before exclaiming, annoyed. "Don't appear like that out of nowhere!"

"Well? What do you need me for?" Marshall asks, intrigued.

"Could you tell us more about the victim?" Alexia asks, returning to her usual attitude.

Marshall begins to run a knife over his chin, as if he were shaving. “... Good men always die young. Remember that, Bambinas."

"Um... could you be a little more specific?" Ema asks confused.

"Bruce Goodman... He was a detective, right?" Alexia murmurs.

"Well, well, aren't you feisty puppies now?" Marshall says with a half-smile. "Detective Goodman was stabbed here at 17h15. ... The smiling Madonna told me the tale..."

“(I think he is referring to the witness, Mrs. Angel Starr.)” Alexia thinks, crossing her arms.

"A stab wound in the chest. A good job." Marshall adds, pulling out an envelope. "Here's the autopsy report."

Goodman's autopsy report was added to the court record.

"Was my sister involved with the victim in any way?" Ema asks fearfully.

Marshall shakes his head. "It's funny that you mention that, Bambina. Chief Prosecutor Skye and Detective Goodman... they had nothing in common."

"Nothing in common...?" Ema says surprised.

"They apparently worked together on a case a few years ago." Marshall comments.

"(So... there is no reason in sight...)” Alexia deduces with a small smile.

"Goodman was not a particularly talented detective. That's one of the reasons why he didn't work much with the Chief Prosecutor..." Marshall says playing with his knife.

Ema scratches her head with her pencil. "But Detective Gumshoe said my sister called the victim here on the day of the murder, right?" 

"Because that's what it looks like." The cowboy says. "Like calling an unarmed man to a shooting at noon."

"(God, I'm going to get lost in all this talk.)" Alexia thinks with a drop of sweat.

“I don't mean to offend, but... Officer Marshall, you're a patrolman, right?" Alexia says entering the conversation. "As far as I understand, only detectives and above are authorized to be here."

The man sighs heavily at that. "I was one of those detectives dressed in fancy shoes until two years ago, to tell you the truth."

Alexia is surprised by this new information. "Oh, really? (Now he tells me!)"

"But now you’re a patrolman. So how can you be in charge of a crime scene?" Ema questions.

"Nothing escapes you, right, Bambinas?" Marshall complements. "The truth is that there is no reason. We are short of hands at the moment. In the meantime, I'm keeping an eye out."

"That's strange. Detective Gumshoe said he had nothing to do... at least nothing important." Alexia says raising an eyebrow.

"He's just a sad old cowboy dog who can't find his tail. Maybe it's because he's hanging out with that Edgeworth, huh?" Marshall says before taking off his hat. "That cowboy dog was kicked out of this cattle run... by order of the Chief of Police. Just, he just doesn't realize it yet."

"(Detective Gumshoe, kicked out of the investigation!?)" Alexia thinks shocked.

"Well, bambinas. If those are all the questions you have for me, go inside the crime scene to see if you find something that we don't, although I doubt it very much." Marshall says, leaning to the side. "If you need me, I'll be on this side." And with that, the cowboy left, leaving the girls.

"Well, now that we have unlimited space, we need to look for some evidence around here." Alexia says with a half-smile.

"S-Sure!" Ema says determined.

Both girls spend a few seconds searching the right side of the parking lot to see if there's anything of value. As Alexia looks around, Ema finds an object just to the left of Edgeworth's car. It looks like someone's phone.

"Look, Miss Fey! I found this!" Ema says smiling, making Alexia turn to look at her.

Fey approaches and looks over Ema's shoulder at the device. "It looks like you found a cell phone."

"My scientific analysis concludes that this belonged to the victim! I can't think of anyone else it could belong to..." Ema says sure of her reasoning.

"That was not a conclusion drawn on the basis of a scientific analysis, but one drawn on the basis of the discarding of people..." Alexia murmurs with a drop of sweat. Ema ignores that comment.

"Should we check it out?" Ema asks, handing the cell phone to Alexia.

"Of course we should. As you yourself said, "Every object at the scene of the crime can become evidence," so it is better to do so." Alexia says, phone in hand.

The attorney gets serious and begins to examine the device. As far as she could see, there's no blood on this one, nor does it look like there's any fingerprint printed on this one. And with her external examination, she set out to see the content of it.

So, she presses a blue button that was on one of the sides of it, making the lid lift and able to see the screen. In which, a somewhat curious function is shown...

"It seems that the redial function is still active on the screen." Alexia mutters to herself. "Something that most recent mobile phones have to store incoming and outgoing calls."

"That's right, Ms. Fey. Simply press the blue loot to call back to the last number dialed." Ema says.

"I wonder who the owner of the phone called last..." Alexia murmurs thoughtfully.

"We can solve that mystery just by pressing the blue button." Ema says with a smile, taking the phone from Alexia’s hands and wanting to press the button.

"W-wait, Em-" Alexia tried to stop the scientist, but it was too late.

Suddenly, throughout the parking lot, something like a song was heard.

"Hey! I know that song!" Ema says surprised.

"Yes, but why did you press the redial button? And even more so here..." Alexia growls, patting her face.

"What's going on here?!" Marshall stomps over. "Did you just hit the redial button?"

"Yes... I'm sorry," Alexia says, throwing an annoyed look at Ema, who at least has the decency to look embarrassed.

"Whose phone is it? The victim’s?" asks Alexia, in an attempt to change the subject.

Marshall shakes his head. "No. That would be the sister of the youngest Bambina: Chief Prosecutor Skye."

"Wait, really?" Ema says surprised.

"(Don't you know what your sister's phone looks like?!)" Alexia thinks exasperated.

"Indeed. Apparently she dropped it when she was arrested, just after the crime." Marshall deduces approaching the girls. "Look... the last call was made just as the murder happened! It looks like she was about to call someone. Except, according to this, she only spoke for a few seconds."

"Who could she have called?" asks Ema intrigued.

"I have no idea. Sorry." Marshall replies before looking at Alexia. "Now I have a question for you. I heard a phone ring just now. Whose was it?"

Alexia had to start mumbling. "Oh, I'm sorry... it was mine."

That really surprises the cowboy. "What?! Your phone?!"

"Yes, it was a very strange thing! Someone called me just as we picked up the other phone. It was just a wrong number." Alexia bluffs.

The sheriff narrows his eyes. "You’d better not be lying... they shoot you for that in Texas, mate!"

"(Excellent. I've incited the anger of Trooper Lone Star.)" Alexia thinks, rolling her eyes. "(At least he didn't tell us to hand over the phone, so I'd better keep it.)"

"So, there's no connection between Detective Goodman and my sister!" Ema says with a small smile.

"Not so fast, bambina. There is still a goldmine of evidence against her. And tomorrow's prosecutor is none other than Edgeworth himself... I'm afraid your sister's fate is decided, Bambina. Many condolences." The man says as he takes off his hat.

Ema looks upset. "Officer Marshall, how can you say that? You and my sister, you were..."

Alexia raised an eyebrow, intrigued by what Ema said; "(What's that story?)", the lawyer wonders.

He puts his hat back on and sighs. "I apologize, bambina. Something must have affected me. Maybe it's that dry wind blowing in the Prospector's Office."

"(Dry wind or ill will, someone is up to something here... but who?)" Alexia wonders. But when she does not find an answer, she asks; "I have to assume that the one who causes that dryness in the wind is a prosecutor, specifically, Miles Edgeworth. Isn't it?"

Marshall nods in confirmation. "Suspicions about Mr. Edgeworth have been circulating for nearly two years."

"Falsified evidence and organization of testimony?" Alexia says, more with a confirmation than a question.

"That's right, bambina. He was unbeatable because he did everything necessary to win. Invincible, of course, until he met you and Phoenix Wright." Marshall replies.

"But the rumors are just... rumors, aren't they?" Ema asks. "You would think that prosecutors of all people would want to find evidence for all these claims!"

The cowboy shrugs. "If you follow the rumors about Edgeworth to their source, you'll find a person... but... they are off limits. Untouchable, you could say."

"A person? Who?" Ema asks intrigued.

"I hate to say this, kitten.." Alexia murmurs, causing Ema to turn to her. "But... most likely that person is your sister, Chief Prosecutor Lana Skye."

"What!? My sister...?!" Ema exclaims shocked. Marshall let out a small half-hearted laugh.

“For not looking much older than little Skye, you're pretty smart." Praise Marshall, to continue with; "Yes. Edgeworth couldn't steal all those cattle alone. Some people load their guns with bullets, others load them with "offers"."

"Are you saying that Mr. Edgeworth was making deals to win trials?" Ema murmurs listlessly.

"There is a saying that goes; "Where there's gunshots, there's bound to be bullets"." Marshall replies. "There's a big ol’ secret hidden around here somewhere. Everyone knows it."

"(I wish I didn't believe what he says, more for Phoenix than anything else. But it's something that shouldn't surprise me that it's true, considering who his mentor was...)” Alexia thinks, sighing dejectedly.

"Miss Fey?" Ema says.

"Yes, Kitten?" Alexia replies, looking at her out of the corner of her eye.

"Is that why they removed Detective Gumshoe from the case...? Did they attack him because he was the closest to Mr. Edgeworth?" Ema asks, her eyes downcast.

This question left Alexia paralyzed, because she didn't know what to answer that question... No... she did know what to answer, but she did not want to accept that that was the answer... Not when one of the people involved was close to Mia...

Marshall sighs, drawing attention to him. "Well, bambinas. I already told you, and I'll repeat them just in case. If those are all the questions you have for me, go inside the crime scene to see if you find something that we don't, although I doubt it very much."

Marshall begins to distance himself from them. "If you need me, I'll be on this side." And with that, the cowboy left, leaving the girls alone again.

Alexia sighs tiredly, covering her face with both hands. "Okay, okay, okay, okay... *sigh*... Let's investigate a little more, see if we find anything. And if not, we'll leave it for today. I think we both need a break after this..."

Ema nods in agreement.

A quick look through the trunk of Miles Edgeworth's car, Alexia noticed a piece of paper lying on the floor, not standing out much to the eye.

"What is this? It looks like a note of some kind." Alexia mutters to herself, before reading what she has written. "SL-9 02/21... What does that mean?"

"Ms. Fey... he has the paper upside down." Ema says from behind her. Alexia glances at her out of the corner of her eye before returning her gaze to the note, noticing that the header is at the bottom.

Alexia just turned the paper over and read it again; "6-7S 20/12"... It sounds even more incoherent than what I first read."

"There's a name printed on the paper above..." Ema comments. "He says... "Goodman."

"Maybe it fell out of his pocket when he was killed." Alexia suggests.

"Well? So? What does it mean, Ms. Fey?"

"I couldn't tell you for sure. But at least, to me, it sounds like what they would call a case. So, it's probably the name of a case that he was sent to transfer." Alexia deduces.

"Yes, that makes sense..." Ema murmurs.

Goodman's note added to court record.

"So, well, how are we, Ms. Fey?" Ema asks tiredly.

"I guess we have some valuable clues... We have an autopsy report, a note from the victim and a cell phone..." Alexia murmurs, recounting what they have at hand.

"Do you think we'll be okay?" Ema asks somewhat unsurely.

"Well, the only thing that still bothers me is that Lana is confessing to the crime. She says she did!" Alexia says, massaging her forehead.

"No problem! I can guarantee that she is not the criminal." Ema says with a smile.

"If you say so..." Alexia says, before remembering. "Oh, by the way, Kitten?"

"Yes?" Ema says still with the same smile.

Alexia sighs tiredly. "That song we just heard a few moments ago. That was your phone we heard... wasn't it?"

She stares at her. "What...?"

Alexia takes the phone from Ema's purse and presses to dial again. And as Fey predicted, the song begins to play from the aforementioned girl's bag. Making her turn pale.

"Your sister called you, didn't she, Ema?" Alexia says looking at Ema, and then looking sideways at the scene of the crime. "Immediately after the murder took place."

Alexia could see her trying to hold back tears as she says, "I'm sorry!"

"What did you talk about?" Alexia asked.

"We didn't... When I was about to answer, she hung up immediately." Ema says sadly.

"I see..." Alexia murmurs, massaging her hundred again, clearly annoyed. "I can't believe you hid information from me..."

Cell phone updated in the court record.

"I... I'm sorry." Ema says with small tears running down her cheeks.

"Kitten, I understand that you want to protect your sister, but the last thing you should do to your defense attorney is lie to them or ignore important details." Alexia says looking at her seriously. "Whether she is innocent or guilty, I am still her defense attorney and I am in charge of trying to defend her from the prosecution violating her rights. But I can't do that properly if you're going to keep me in the dark about the case."

"I’m… truly... s-sorry..." Ema sobs. Alexia softens her expression and hugs her.

"Don't worry, I know you didn't do it with bad intentions... just... don't do it again, okay?" Alexia whispers. Ema nods. "Okay, let's go back to the office."

With that, they both began to walk towards the exit. Fey could hear Ema dragging steps beside her. He sighed internally and prayed that the pay for this case will be good...

"Do you want me to buy you an ice cream?" Alexia asks with a small smile.

"Y-Yes... an ice cream so-sounds good..." Ema says wiping away her tears.

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(A detective is murdered, and the suspect is the top district prosecutor. And what worries me most about all this is that I know for sure that I still don't know everything that happened here...)

(I’m done for today, but tomorrow will be a tough one since my own client is working against me...)

[gil-galadhwen]

Are you really doing bg3 fics with the blizzard prompts? If so, how about " i g-got lost... separated from my group... p-please, it's so cold, i'm so c-cold... " with whoever you choose.

I was planning on doing BG3 fics when I feel like I have a better understanding of the companions, but I was inspired by this prompt so I may as well start now! Here's a little drabble featuring my drow druid Tav (renamed Ivy,) and her beloved companions Shadowheart, Karlach, and Lae'zel.

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Our Paths Will Never Cross Again

Narrator: Although deep in sleep, you feel a pull into something deeper. A place beyond the realm of dreams. You feel cold, freezing to your very bones. You've never been this cold in your life. Your teeth chatter as you try to fight it. Dimly, you know that you must wake up…

Ivy plunges bare hands into the snow, her numb fingers trying to hold onto something, anything, while the blizzard rages around her. She’s never seen snow before and has always imagined it to be soft and quiet - a gentle wonderland. This is sharp and biting. The wind howling in her ears an unbearable cacophony. 

Her muscles are weakening, but she must keep going. Keeping low to the ground, Ivy pushes herself forward against the oncoming, frozen tide. 

Where are they? She wonders, desperately. Why can't I hear or see them? They were just here. 

Ivy peers through the violent flurries but it's impossible to see anything beyond the snowflakes clinging to her eyelashes. She's so tired. Maybe if she lay down for a moment. Just rested for a little while. Then she’d have the strength to keep going later. Later, later…

Narrator: Warmth encompasses your shoulder, so hot it feels as though it burns through skin to the bone. The heat spreads to your arms and you feel something take hold beneath them and pull. You are aware of a sudden darkness and stillness. The aching in your ears from the roaring wind eases…

Our paths will never cross again, Ivy thinks. A fateful meeting turned to friendships and so much more. I want to live. I want us all to live.

“Is she breathing? Are her lips bluer than usual? It’s impossible to tell.”

“Here, keep her close to me, I'll warm her up.”

“Typical, reckless, spiteful elf. We should’ve left her to die.”

Is that them? Ivy tries to open her eyes but they remain closed. “I g-got lost... separated from my group... p-please, it's so cold, I'm so c-cold…”  

“Sssshhhh, stay quiet,” Shadowheart says before uttering the evocation for Prayer of Healing.

“Shouldn’t you be using a heat spell, elf?” Lae’zel says. The familiar sting in her tone fills Ivy with relief.

“Half elf!” Shadowheart snaps. “She might be wounded, the prayer will help.”

Lae’zel tuts but shifts closer to Ivy, her stance protective of the semi-conscious drow.

Ivy senses her body slowly catch up to her mind. She still feels cold to the marrow but the strange burning ice sensation is receding. She takes a deep breath and exhales.

“Oh, thank the Goddess,” Shadowheart sighs. “You gave us a fright.”

“I knew the silly girl would be fine,” Lae’zel hisses. “It’s useless expending precious energy worrying about her. As I said before - reckless.”  

Shadowheart and Lae’zel continue their vocal sparring but Ivy’s attention shifts to the presence near her head.

“Hey soldier, you’re going to be okay. We’ve got you.” Karlach murmurs so close that Ivy feels the heat of the tiefling’s breath like opening a red hot stove. 

“What I wouldn't give to be able to hug you right now,” she chuckles. “But it looks like we’ve survived another day so maybe I’ll get to soon, yeah?”

Yes! Ivy wants to shout. Yes to it all, as long as we’re together.

[avengersassemble123]

||CHAPTER 18||

NOTE: DARK CONTENT, CONTAINS VIOLENCE, GORE, BLOOD, LOTS OF BLOOD AND GORE, CURSING, TARGETING, INSULTS, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH(S), ANGST, LOTS OF ANGST, IMPLYING OF SELF SACRIFICE, SUICIDAL THOUGHT, SUICIDE, BASED ON THE SERIES: ALL OF US ARE DEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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The detective sprinted, dodging the infected, striking the oncoming with the baton he had earlier pulled out. Hakuji reached towards an end , jumping up on the car bonnet and climbing on the roof of the car, reaching towards the first floor ceiling when he heard a 'what the hell'. He turned his head towards an officer whose lower half was trapped between the car and the wall. Hakuji raised his leg to kick the suspected, assuming it was infected when he stopped midair as he heard an exclaimed 'Wait' from the officer.

"WAIT wait help me!" The officer yelped, "I'm stuck!"

Hakuji looked around, trying to figure out whether to help out or not, when he released a deep exhale before lending his hand forward, "Come on."

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"The standards of being human emasculate human nature."

The infected roamed around the corridor aimlessly as Haruto straigtened his posture, the cracks of bone being heard, blood dripping down his nose and eyes turned the darkest shade of red.

"How are we different from seeing an eye dog whose instincts to run and bark are stripped?"

"Must all dogs abandon their instincts and become seeing eye dogs?"

"Must everyone truly abandon their instincts to become truly human?"

Veins now visible around his face, Haruto walked forward.

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Hakuji and the officer hid by a brick fence by the road, kneeling down, as they waited for the infected to clear out the area. The duo waited patiently unmoving, until there was no sign of life present nearby. Hakuji peered over the street to confirm his surrounding before kneeling down again,

"Hey."

"Yes, sir." The officer answered, who was sitting with his knees towards his chest

"We're going to the Disaster and Safety Management. We have to tell them to get the laptop from the Kimetsu High School lab. The solution to this disaster is in there. You understand?" Hakuji said, as he looked around his surrounding. The officer sat there dumbfounded, blankly staring at the ground. "Hey." Hakuji called out again to grab his attention by shaking his shoulder by one hand, "Kimetsu High. Science Lab. Laptop."

"Why are you telling me?" The officer  questioned softly, fright clear in his eyes.

"If I die, you have to stay alive and tell them, you idiot." Hakuji replied as if it was obvious.

"Me?" The officer questioned back, surprised.

"You dumbass." Hakuji retorted, "Lets go." The detective tried standing up, taking the officer's hand in his before being pulled back down by the latter,

"Where are you going?"

"The Disaster and Safety Management. I told you two seconds ago. Get with the program." Hakuji gritted his teeth irritatingly, making the officer nod his head.

"Where?" Hakuji asked, like a teacher asking the student to repeat the answer, to which the officer answered back correctly, "Disaster and Safety Management."

"And tell them what?"

"Kimetsu High. Science lab. Laptop."

"That's right." The detective nodded, "Are you ready?"

"No."

Hakuji grabbed the officer by the shoulders before taking a deep breath, nodding encouragingly, "Lets go", before making both of them stand up, cautiously.

The detective jumped over the small fence wall, landing on his knees, followed by his fellow new partner who almost slipped at the landing had it not been for the former's hand holding him to be stable. "Follow me." The detective instructed, as he started moving stealthily, grabbing a wooden rod by the street and passing it to his partner, both of them anxiously looking around their surroundings.

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Zenitsu turned his body from the sleeping blue haired boy, moving the sleeping boy's leg away from his own, as it rested on top, "Its cold." He muttered, facing the other direction, going back to sleep. Everyone were in their previous places, sleeping,as the tiredness of the past few hours had set on them.

Tanjiro woke up due to the sunlight falling his face, before getting up and checking outside the window instinctively. Everyone started waking up one-by-one as the early sun rays fell on their faces. Nezuko walked upto her brother who was looking outside the window, before staring at the scene in front of her. The infected had completely taken over the ground,roaming aimlessly, bodies laid at few places.

"No one came." The younger sibling spoke up.

The blades of choppers passing could be heard, as they both looked up, seeing a dozen choppers flying flying from a distance.

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"This is driving me crazy." Sanemi groaned, "No cops and no cigarettes. Nothing." Sanemi slightly called out for the other two to hear, "Really? Nobody came?" Genkei  questioned frustratingly. Sanemi got down from the stool, huffing and sitting down on it, "Hey. What do you want to do?" He questioned the purple haired girl,

"We need to leave. No one's coming to save us."

"All the zombies will see us right now. Lets go at night." Genkei groaned, seated down on the floor, leaning against a door of a bathroom stall.

"Okay. You can stay right here." Sanemi retorted in a tone, as if talking to a baby, "Let's go out back and leave through the back gate." He suggested, facing the girl, who was tightening her pony, "But first I gotta check the second floor."

"I guess we are on the same page," Shinobu replied, "I was also planning to go there now."

"Why?" Genkei asked.

"Our siblings are juniors. We need to check if they are there." Shinobu answered.

"Hey. Would a zombie sit and wait at his desk in his classroom?"

Shinobu turned towards the chubby boy with a blank face before her smile reappearing, "Did you see them turn?"

"They may have. There's no guarantee that they didn't."

Sanemi and Shinobu glared at Genkei, to which the chubby boy apologized meekly with a 'sorry'.

"Come with us if you want." Shinobu said, not turning back, readying her bow, before walking towards the door, followed by the white haired male. Genkei sighed, getting up, his eyes not leaving the girl, "She's so cool. Damn it. So annoying." He called out to the duo asking them to wait for him.

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"They'll come for us eventually."  Y/N spoke.

"How long do we wait?" Zenitsu asked.

"Until they come."

"We don't even know if they are coming."

"So? You want to go out there?"

"But even if they come, they can't find us if they don't know we're here." Tengen spoke up.

"We can put up a signal for help?"

"How?" Muichiro asked.

"My dad taught me a signal that's used internationally." Y/N started, "It was red and blue arranged together to  create some sort of a pattern..." she realized that she didn't completely remember the exact pattern, "Should we just write SOS on the curtains?" 

"Yes. Let's do that." Mitsuri chimed, trying to encourage, but it didn't seem to work as she saw H/C girl visibly deflate in her seat.

"We can't last long anyway. Three minutes of no oxygen, three days of no water, three weeks of no food." Kanao uttered.

"What's that?" Tanjiro questioned, confused.

"How long a person can survive."

"It's only been a day. We have to try the best we can." Y/N  replied.

Kanao who was resting her forehead on her hands by the table, looked up towards the former, with a blank stare, "We'll show signs of dehydration after today. We won't be able to move by tomorrow."

"What are you getting at? Are you saying we should go? Or are you saying we'll die anyway, or we shouldn't bother doing anything?" 

At the words, Kanao's eyes widened a bit for a split second,a pang of guilt and surprise passing through it, which went unnoticed by others, before returning to her blank look, her gaze slowly returning to the previous position on the table, "I.. don't know."

"I think Kanao means that we should think about all our options. Right?" Tanjiro spoke up, trying to diffuse the tension.

"No." Kanao answered, "I mean we know nothing. We need to know more to think and make plans-"

"What do you mean?" Muichiro interrupted.

""What she means-" Muichiro slowly looked towards Tanjiro, "You don't know what she's saying either."

"Right." Tanjiro muttered, accepting his defeat.

Kyojuro who had stayed quiet the whole time, spoke up, "Are you saying we need to grasp the situation before taking action?"

"Yep. Something like that."

"I agree." Kyojuro, now speaking slightly louder than before, " We need to know more to decide whether to wait, rum or go out."

"How can we do that right now?" Sabito questioned. 

"We can go online if we have a phone."  Giyuu commented.

"But we don't have one." Sabito answered back.

Giyuu looked at Sabito, "The teacher's office ."

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"Why are you telling me that now?!!" Akari wept, slapping Aito hard on the face.

"Sorry.." 

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?? What can I do about it now??!" 

Aito stood silent, his lips slightly trembling.

"What time is it?"

*FLASHBACK*

Toshinori walked towards Aito, pointing towards the phone in his hand, "It's 9 AM"

 "Kimetsu High. Akari. Nude." Toshinori mumbled while typing the title of the post, as he set the timing of scheduled post for 9AM the next day. "The post is scheduled for 9am tomorrow. You better bring money before that. If you don't, it'll be uploaded automatically." 

Aito looked back at the boy, fear present in his eyes, as he looked at the whimpering girl desperately putting the garments back on her body.

*FLASHBACK END*

"I just had to give him the money. But I couldn't because of the zombies." Aito explained, hoping the other would understand, "I was going to ask the rescuers to find his phone if they came, but.."

"It's past 9am right?" Akari asked.

"How would I know? I don't have my phone."

"No. It can't be 9:00 a.m. yet." Akari shook her head in frustration and denial, "If that gets posted online, I'll..." Akari took a deep breath before walking towards the edge of the rooftop. 

"What's wrong? Where are you going?" Aito asked in panic, pulling her one hand by his, to which Akari shook it off, "Let go. I should've died yesterday." "Don't say that." The duo continued to struggle before Aito exclaimed,

"PLEASE STOP IT!!"

Akari stood in shock as Aito panted, "Whether or not you die, the video will be posted. What will it change?"

Akari stood there whimpering, desperately rubbing the tears off her eyes. A few seconds of silence passed before the girl spoke up, "You're right...Even if I die, everyone will see my body. Everyone will watch..and my mom.."

"It'll be okay. We did nothing wrong. We were victims."

Akari stared at the door leading to the school, as Aito spoke up when suddenly, "I'm going." "Where?"

"To get his phone." 

"Are you insane?"

Akari who was walking towards the door, stopped midway, turning abruptly and faced the boy, "Will you come with me?  You filmed me.."

"But.." Aito flailed his arms in panic, "I had no choice. They made me do it."

"It's the same as committing murder because you had no choice." Akari retorted, which silenced the latter.

"Still..we'll die if we go."

Akari stood still, her eyes narrowed and teeth clenched, "That's so you. You don't have the courage to live or die. You're a fucking coward, asshole."

Akari turned, opening the door, continuing to walk down the stairs as Aito stood by the open door, unsure. The girl stopped, standing still, not daring to turn back, a spark of hope burning in her mind, which vanished as she heard the door close, clicks of the locks being heard and no footsteps following her. Clenching her teeth, she moved forward.

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"Kyojuro stop being so nervous." Y/N called out as she walked towards the window, where the flame haired boy leant against, examining his surroundings. Kyojuro turned around, facing the girl, "The teacher's office is two rooms across and one floor down."

"Don't go."

"I'll come back if I can't make it all the way. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried about you. I'm angry."

"Oh is that so? Well I think that's not true." Kyojuro chuckled, making the ears and the cheeks of the girl go slightly red.

Kyojuro climbed out, leaning against the exterior wall, holding the upper window sill, moving sideways and balancing himself, moving forward. Uzui got up, straightening himself a bit before climbing out next,

"Tengen." Y/n called out to which the white haired male replied with, "I'll be back." as he followed his orange haired friend's movements.

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CHAPTER 18 IS OUT!!! HOPE YALL LIKE IT!! ITS A PLAIN SIMPLE CHAPTER BUT STILL A MAJOR PART FOR THE SERIES. DONT FORGET TO VOTE AND LEAVE A COMMENT! CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS APPRECIATED.

[rottmnt-hc]

Smith AU Part 1

From THIS HC, and dialogue from THIS ART made by @averagehomosapien

Warning: there is a nightmare with the tagged warnings, skip nightmare if you're uncomfortable with death, blood and crushing. Is not written neatly so I might work on it later.

It was rare that Raphael found himself awake after passing out, especially after a hard fight. Despite the fight being months ago, everyone involved was exhausted.

Especially after the bombshell.

Splinter had named Leo leader out of the blue, which got a negative reaction from Leo, Donnie, and Mikey.

Raph felt nothing but relief, and nausea, but that didn't matter.

It had been six months since the fight and Raph finally called a brother meeting last night, which lead to his now predicament.

It started with yelling…and ended with cowardice.

"Leo isn't fit to be leader! Honestly I'm not sure we'll survive long."

"Now Donnie, we won't die, but I kinda agree with Donnie on the not Leader material. Leo why didn't you argue?! You argued every other time."

"I don't want it anymore than you do! Pops won't let off. Raph maybe if you-"

"Nah, I don't think so." This gains shock from his three younger brothers.

"What!?" "Raph?" "What do you mean?"

Donnie sounded violent there, so Raph went for it instead of waiting.

"I…am not okay, I don't think I've been okay for a long time. I…we are changing, growing up so my method of leading isn't working for us. I've always thought Leo or any of you would be able to lead, that I just needed to step back and let you. I guess my… overbearingness won out, saying keeping you guys as kids was the right thing. I messed up Mike's first solo mission, Donnie. While I don't approve of theft, I don't mind it being the government as long as it's not too much, or some rich folks, and Leo I was actually going to ask you to be a leader myself if only for a bit. I wish dad would have spoken to us or at least me about it instead of springing it on all of us. I could have eased you into it, maybe coach you and you coach me. Co lead maybe, not springing it on you." Raph paused, realized he was rambling and dared looking at his brothers.

They all stared at him, mouths agape.

He began to fidget and second guess himself, as Leo began to open his mouth, Raph ran for his room.

He waited for everyone to go to bed before finally sleeping himself.

⇐===Nightmare====>

Lights blared red as Raphael ran, passing his Father's body, being held by Draxum's body. Like an attempt to protect.

Gram-Gram's ghost leading him to his brothers, calling him to hurry, to save them unlike he had done for her.

It was too late.

Donatello laying on his stomach facing away from him, his poor soft shell exposed and fully sliced open.

Mikey was not far, liquid oozing slowly from his mouth, looked as though he was tossed away from his big brother. Eyes dark but wide with fright.

Further down fought Leo, his sword being broken and head grabbed.

Raph couldn't move.

Raph couldn't get to them.

The red clad turtle watched as Shredder flexed his hand and Leo stopped moving.

Raph watched as Shredder turned towards him, mouth open wide and the demon speeding towards him.

⇐===End Nightmare====>

Raph gasped awake and now laying in his bed, tiredly looking at the roof of his train car.

Getting up slowly and making his way to the kitchen, he thought about how powerless they were without weapons.

No backups and nothing to help them out.

The large turtle found himself outside the kitchen turning on the light, he began making a Matcha blend to try to relax.

Mug firmly in hand, Raph took a deep breath. Closing his eyes at the thickness of the tea.

"Raph? Are you okay?"

Raph didn't startle but he did turn to see Donnie standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Nightmare, I'm just calming down." Raph closed his eyes in relief, Donnie was alive. All he had to do was check on the other two.

He heard movement and pinpointed it to the freezer.

Listening as Donnie moved around the kitchen, Raph kept his eyes closed. Only opening them to see his purple clad brother with two large containers of ice cream, cookies, sprinkles, and cookie dough in both hands.

Raph chuckled, remembering the late night "Big Brothers" meetings he and Donnie shared.

"We talked after you ran" Raph blushed in shame, "and you raised some great points, Leo…can be an okay leader. We realize that it wasn't fair on you to solve our problems all the time so we had a bit of a talk triangle. I know you were getting overwhelmed, honestly as second eldest I should have been the one to step up."

Donnie swirled his spoon in his plain vanilla ice cream before continuing, "We'll accept Nardo's lead, as long as you agree with co-leading. Being a leader isn't attractive..it's not a…Leo thing."

Raph snort, "It's attractive if he makes it that way, and we both know he'll try."

They finished off their treats and as Donnie left the kitchen Raph thought of it.

"Wait! Donnie, could you uuh…make me a forge or something? I know you're busy and all, but maybe-" He hated asking Donnie for things, what if he had a project he wanted to focus on!?

Donnie felt ecstatic, it was rare that his big brother asked him for things, even if they were simple.

"Of course my dear Raph! Might I ask why?" He was already putting the design into his wrist computer, keeping an encouraging gaze on his big brother.

"I think I want to learn to make more weapons, both ours and maybe different kinds." He replied hoping Donnie could read between the lines.

Donnie paused and smiled gently, "Don't worry big guy, I got it handled."

The two separated, for once Donnie slept without prompting and Raph didn't have a nightmare.

[gloryofgod]

In The Shackle Of Pain

In just a day

Like a storm

Lost all I worked and stood for

Wealth

Properties

Family

All I held dearly

A nightmare

Disturbing my sleep

Tremble and shuddered

My whole body shook with fear

A light breeze touched my fear

Skin crawled with fright

As years pass

Thought all had passed

Another disaster stricks

Sores break out all over my skin

Can't seat, stand nor lay

Progressive worse

Family said curse God and die

Friends rejected me claiming

God is punishing me for my sin

Non wanted to associate with me

But all this people

I thought

Gave strength to the feeble hands

When they stumbled

Weak and tired

I encouraged them to stand

Now it is my turn to be in trouble

But my friends have forsaken me

Have deceived me like streams

That go dry when no rain comes

They praised and

Sung songs of how

God fearing, upright and

blameless I have been in the sight of God

But now condemn me

Because of my predicament

Why shoot me?

Why Kill my soul?

In all this

I said nothing

Purposed in my heart not to sin against God

Remember, O God, my life is only a breath

Oh Deliver me from the hands of my enemy's and the mighty?

Teach me and I will hold my tongue and cause me to understand wherein I have erred

Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; return again my righteousness is in it.

I'm like a prisoner shackled to the heavy steel chair in the centre of a dark room.

My flesh is clothed with worns and clods of dust

My skin is broken, and become loathsome

How long will you depart from me, nor live me alone?

Till I swallow my spirit

I have sinned and burdened to myself

Pardon my transgression and take away mine iniquity

For He breaks me with a tempest

And multiply my wounds without cause

For I am filled with bitterness

They laughed at my trials and innocent

They say, he prayed to God

And got his answer

Those who have no troubles make fun of those who do

They hit a man when he is down

But will still praise you

For You are all powerful, knowing, everywhere and knows the heart of men

Er half my days

With no hope

My lamentations

I asked God

Do you enjoy hurting me?

Do you see what I am going through?

You, oh Lord knows I am innocent

Remember, you moulded me

Will you turn me into clay again

Lord, why are you so far from me?

Why me LORD?

If I sin, I am guilty

And should be cursed

But even when I am innocent

I cannot lift up my head

I am so ashamed

Of myself and embittered

Because of all the troubles

At the centre of it all

I sought the LORD

With all my heart

Looking at his wonderful works of His hands

Non can be compared unto Him

Mighty

Glorious

Majesty King

All powerful and knowing

My creator

My God

In the past I heard about you

But now I have seen you with my own eyes

The Lord spoke

He answered

I talked of things I didn't understand and too amazing for me to know

I thought I knew but it was all a test

A test of my faith

I forgave my family and friends

And prayed for them

For my benefits

For my healing and justification

To let go of the pain

The LORD restored me

Twice as much as I had before

My wealth

Family

Businesses

He lad a table before me

Brought me comfort

And am at peace

Thank you LORD

My name is Job

And this is my story

[morlock-holmes]

I think this is debatable and depends on who and what we're talking about.

I'm not well-acquainted with the genre of Lovecraft revisionism, aside from the following:

Charles Stross' first few Laundry books, which are sort of jocular and only arguably revisionist in this sense;

The first episode of Lovecraft Country, which had dialog so deep into the territory of "They would say that, but not in that way" that I gave up in irritation twenty minutes in;

Shoggoths in Bloom, which I rather liked.

This being said, I've been rereading Lovecraft in prep for some Cthulhu GMing, and here's part of the opening of The Shadow over Innsmouth [All bolding is my own]:

"During the winter of 1927–28 officials of the Federal government made a strange and secret investigation of certain conditions in the ancient Massachusetts seaport of Innsmouth... No trials, or even definite charges, were reported; nor were any of the captives seen thereafter in the regular gaols of the nation. There were vague statements about disease and concentration camps, and later about dispersal in various naval and military prisons, but nothing positive ever developed. Innsmouth itself was left almost depopulated, and is even now only beginning to shew signs of a sluggishly revived existence. Complaints from many liberal organisations were met with long confidential discussions, and representatives were taken on trips to certain camps and prisons. As a result, these societies became surprisingly passive and reticent...

And here's how it ends:

One night I had a frightful dream in which I met my grandmother under the sea... She had changed—as those who take to the water change—and told me she had never died. Instead, she had gone to a spot her dead son had learned about, and had leaped to a realm whose wonders—destined for him as well—he had spurned with a smoking pistol. This was to be my realm, too—I could not escape it. I would never die, but would live with those who had lived since before man ever walked the earth... This was the dream in which I saw a shoggoth for the first time, and the sight set me awake in a frenzy of screaming. That morning the mirror definitely told me I had acquired the Innsmouth look. So far I have not shot myself as my uncle Douglas did. I bought an automatic and almost took the step, but certain dreams deterred me. The tense extremes of horror are lessening, and I feel queerly drawn toward the unknown sea-deeps instead of fearing them. I hear and do strange things in sleep, and awake with a kind of exaltation instead of terror. I do not believe I need to wait for the full change as most have waited. If I did, my father would probably shut me up in a sanitarium as my poor little cousin is shut up. Stupendous and unheard-of splendours await me below, and I shall seek them soon. Iä-R’lyeh! Cthulhu fhtagn! Iä! Iä! No, I shall not shoot myself—I cannot be made to shoot myself! I shall plan my cousin’s escape from that Canton madhouse, and together we shall go to marvel-shadowed Innsmouth. We shall swim out to that brooding reef in the sea and dive down through black abysses to Cyclopean and many-columned Y’ha-nthlei, and in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory for ever.

Bolding mine again.

This is the emotional climax of At The Mountains of Madness when the narrator finds four Old Ones that have been killed by a Shoggoth:

They had not been even savages—for what indeed had they done? That awful awakening in the cold of an unknown epoch—perhaps an attack by the furry, frantically barking quadrupeds, and a dazed defence against them and the equally frantic white simians with the queer wrappings and paraphernalia . . . poor Lake, poor Gedney . . . and poor Old Ones! Scientists to the last—what had they done that we would not have done in their place? God, what intelligence and persistence! What a facing of the incredible, just as those carven kinsmen and forbears had faced things only a little less incredible! Radiates, vegetables, monstrosities, star-spawn—whatever they had been, they were men!

And their slaves or servitors, the Shoggoths:

[The Shoggoths] had always been controlled through the hypnotic suggestion of the Old Ones, and had modelled their tough plasticity into various useful temporary limbs and organs; but now their self-modelling powers were sometimes exercised independently, and in various imitative forms implanted by past suggestion. They had, it seems, developed a semi-stable brain whose separate and occasionally stubborn volition echoed the will of the Old Ones without always obeying it... They seem to have become peculiarly intractable toward the middle of the Permian age, perhaps 150 million years ago, when a veritable war of re-subjugation was waged upon them by the marine Old Ones. Pictures of this war, and of the headless, slime-coated fashion in which the shoggoths typically left their slain victims, held a marvellously fearsome quality despite the intervening abyss of untold ages. The Old Ones had used curious weapons of molecular disturbance against the rebel entities, and in the end had achieved a complete victory. Thereafter the sculptures shewed a period in which shoggoths were tamed and broken by armed Old Ones as the wild horses of the American west were tamed by cowboys.

It's harder to sum up in short excerpts, but The Whisperer in Darkness deals with this as well, with a genuine ambiguity as to exactly how hostile and dangerous the Mi-Go are. How much of the sympathetic portrait which they paint of themselves can we really believe?

The whispering being which pretends to be Harry Akeley contends that perhaps Earth is as frightening and alien to the Mi-Go as Yuggoth would be to us.

Lovecraft, and I think this is really papered over sometimes, didn't just have racist opinions in his personal life; he wrote overtly racist prose and poetry. If we interpret the ending of The Shadow over Innsmouth with the idea that it is meant to be horrible, well, he only encouraged that in some of his other work.

But it's also just overtly not the case that the bizarre and foreign always represents monstrousness and degeneration, as the Old Ones in At The Mountains of Madness demonstrate.

What I will say is that I don't think that any of these stories [EDIT: By which I mean these specific stories I've mentioned, not Lovecraft's entire corpus] represent a lapse into Nihilism in the face of an incomprehensible universe; they deal primarily with our narrators attempting to contend with something dangerous and alien, and the question of how that ought to be viewed constitutes the emotional thread of these stories (Arguably throw The Shadow Out of Time in there too).

If you want to disagree with the narrator of Mountains, or agree with the narrator of Innsmouth, or wonder what it was like for those who had more peaceful contact with the Mi-Go (Are those assertions about cults of wicked men who seek out and destroy the Mi-Go and their allies truth, or self-serving lies, or something in between?) I think that isn't so much missing the point as doing almost exactly what Lovecraft was doing in those stories.

Which, to be honest, now strike me as themselves much more ambiguous than pop culture has made them out to be.

extremely petty and bitchy hot take of the night: making a whole production of how queer and transgressive and anti-racist your take on lovecraft is and how much the guy would have despised it and be spinning in its grave just feels like pro forma marketing at this point. "Lovecraft but fuck Lovecraft' is a whole genre now. You're not breaking any barriers, stop acting like you're blowing people's minds here.

[my-melo-reads]

anyone wanna read the shitty short story i wrote for english class

you probably dont but i'm gonna force you to anyway

(btw yes, i know this isnt very good. but there was a word limit and also i rlly just wanna sumbit this and get it over with lmao)

Day 7 of the mission to arrive in the safe haven of Saubeth started with Victor being struck with the realisation that he was halfway through the infection process. He swore under his breath, examining the infected area on his back. Normally it took only 14 days post-bitten for a victim to completely lose their mind and body, and essentially become what was both physically and mentally, a zombie. Which, in the mind of Victor, didn't sound so great. It was policy to avoid the infected so much as was possible, killing them on site if they didn't outnumber you, but somehow Victor had gotten lucky. Despite having been bitten the very morning before departure, he'd managed to hide it well. He knew he was putting lives at risk, but the trip was only set to take 10 days, and if he was going to die, he had to make it to Saubeth first. He'd prefer to see his family there, rather than in whatever afterlife may exist several decades later. Besides, Saubeth was said to have been advanced. Who knows, maybe they'd discovered a cure by now. 'They'd better have,' he thought to himself. 'if not, I might as well be dead already.'. He tried not to think of it too much, but optimism can only take you so far. Victor checked his watch and sighed, before pulling on his shirt to cover the infection once more. It was time for another day of deceiving his teammates.

"Hey! Let me see too!" Jane jumped up and down, trying to see over the shoulders of her teammates. Her high energy levels compensated for her lack of height, but it came at the cost of having the others not take her seriously. 'Hmph,' She thought to herself, 'One day I'll be the only one still up 'n running in a crisis. Then they'll regret not including me in plans more often.' The mission was 3 days from completion, with the town of Saubeth not far off, and the team had decided to look over the plans again to make sure they were still on track. "We appear to be slightly ahead," said one of them. "if all goes well we'll make it there by noon on our last day." Jane let out a sigh of relief. 'Thank the heavens. If I have to eat dinner out of a can for any longer than needed, I'm going to start wishing I'd been infected instead.' She'd initially embarked on the mission to Saubeth for opportunities, but she was definitely not built for long walks. Jane's strengths lay in innovation, in science, and she hoped to possibly even help work on a cure for the virus. ‘Imagine how many lives I could save! No more innocents dead…’ She’d always felt it unfair to have victims of infection instantly killed off, but understood why it needed to be done. She stood for a few minutes daydreaming about her possible future as her teammates discussed their plans until she saw Victor approaching.

“Oi Victor, what took you so long?” One of his teammates yelled out, looking very annoyed. “You could’a helped us. We’re not going over this again just for you y’know.” Victor looked down as he kept walking forward. His teammate continued to berate him. ‘I need to start waking up earlier,’ He thought. ‘And maybe stop spending so much time stressing about the infection.’ The teammate got closer, rolling up his sleeves as though to start a fight. That was, until Jane jumped into his way. ‘What on Earth is she doing?’ “Now hold on,” she began, visible fright on her face, as though she wasn’t quite sure if her attempt to calm him down would work. “This trip has been hard on all of us. Does anyone actually enjoy going this far through so dangerous a path sleeping on a rocky floor and eating nothing but lukewarm canned food?” A two or three nods came from the small crowd. Jane frowned and shook her head. “Ok, fine. Well for many of us this just isn’t something we can put up for very long. And besides, Victor’s only…” She paused and checked her watch. “11 minutes late! And if it was really anything important you would’ve let me hear. Seriously. What on earth is up with that…” The teammate growled and stepped back, rolling his sleeves back down. Victor looked in surprise – he hadn’t actually expected this to work. ‘Hats off to Jane though. That guy was big.’

As they were packing up their tents to start their move once more, Victor decided to approach Jane as she fiddled with the tent pegs. “Thanks,” He crouched down, helping her pull her last peg out of the ground. “For, y’know. Earlier. With Tom.” She looked up. “Oh, that’s his name? I was wondering what it was!” She chuckled, “I should probably know this by now. But anyways, it’s no biggie, you did kinda save my life the other day.” He frowned, trying to remember when this was. ‘Ah, right.’ Jane was evidently not a very physically coordinated individual, and on the previous day’s trek, he’d had to pull her away from a crumbling ledge where she looked like she was about to fall. ‘And I thought I was bad with these trails.’ “No problem, I guess. We’re even now?” She smiled back at him. “Sure, why not.”

For the rest of the day, Jane stuck close to Victor. ‘I don’t think anyone else in the team would’ve been willing to grab me if I was about to fall off of a ledge,’ she’d thought. ‘If I want my best chance at not being either killed or ignored, I should probably stay close to him.’ “So,” she began, “what brings you to Saubeth?” He looked up, but directly ahead. “My husband and children. They left for the place years ago when it was first advertised as a sort of safe haven, but I needed to stay behind for work so I could provide to them. But… I got laid off at work recently, so I figured I may as well join the next expedition there.” She looked down. “I’m sorry to hear that,” she whispered. “I’m guessing you haven’t seen your family in a while then, have you?” “No,” he replied. “But at least I’m going to see them again soon. And it could be worse. I could’ve been infected.” She laughed. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re not. I hope things go well for you when you get there!” He chuckled. “I hope they do too.”

Jane stuck with Victor for the following day too. She hoped she wasn’t bothering him, but at the same time, she might as well be dead if she didn’t stick to someone. Their conversations were nice, and he was easy to talk to. They spoke about their ambitions, their futures, their pasts, the things they loved, and everything else a person could probably find to talk about. On the morning of their last day, she decided to go into his tent to wake him up as soon as she did. While she’d gladly defend him again, she figured it'd be best to try to wake him up a bit earlier so as to avoid needing to in the first place. She stepped into the tent, only to find Victor already awake, with his shirt not yet on, infection covering his entire torso.

He spun around to face her, both of them wide eyed in fear. “What the hell is wrong with you?!?” He whisper-yelled, so as to not allow the others to hear him. “What the hell is wrong with you, putting everyone at risk like that?!?” she replied in an equal tone to his.

“You could’ve knocked first. You really could’ve!”

“Victor. You are living. In a tent. I could not have knocked first if I tried.”

“Oh my god, you have no idea what this means. You have no idea.”

“You think I know what to do? I don’t want you dead. You leave me with no other choice!” She spun around to run out, before Victor suddenly sprang up and planted a knife into her neck. Jane cried out, but he muffled the noise, putting his hand over her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, tears streaming down his face as her breathing became irregular. “I didn’t want to. I swear I didn’t want to.” He pulled the knife out, causing her breathing to finally stop. He rolled her over, showing her now lifeless face. Those eyes had once been filled with ambition and excitement, but they were now empty. “I’m sorry,” He repeated, tears falling down and mixing with her blood. “I’m so so sorry. I had to. I have to see my family again. I hope you understand.” Victor got up, pulled his shirt over his head, and splattered some of Jane’s blood on it to make it look as though he had been wearing it the whole time.

He dragged her corpse out into the centre of the campsite before calling out for the others. They came rushing over, gasping as they saw her lifeless body, along with their bloodied teammate. “I found her cleaning herself up in a nearby stream, and her body was infected. I waited until she’d left, and I killed her before she could harm any others. My guess is that she’d been bitten directly before departure, and we didn’t have long left. It pained me to do this, but it had to be done.” The reaction from the other team members was mixed between disgust towards her, relief, and gratitude towards Victor. Later that day, as they lowered Jane’s body into the ground, Victor could only think one thing. ‘They’d better have a cure in Saubeth. If not, this was for nothing.’

[deirdreskye]

Commercial I would produce as an advertising executive:

Night falls upon a normal suburban American middle-class home. The lights inside go off, the family is off to bed.

A nude woman crawls from a storm drain. Her skin is wrinkled and bone-white, her sagging breasts covered by her filthy black hair. She crawls on her hands and feet like a spider, slowly, silently, like nothing human. The front door is locked so she crawls into the back yard where the family's dog whimpers and cringes from the sight of her. She gropes at a window, unlatches it, and climbs inside.

She creeps through the kitchen, up the stairs, past the bedroom where the parents sleep, down the hall. Her wrinkled hand reaches for a doorknob, twists, and pushes it open, silently, ever so silently, and now she's inside the baby's room.

A portrait of Jesus Christ hangs on the wall over the baby's overturned crib. The woman is hunched over, spine bulging from the taut skin of her back, crunching, chewing, gnawing. She eats every part of him, bone and blood and organs all.

In the morning, the mother shrieks and wakes the whole house. Father and the other children come rushing to the baby's room to see mom holding the baby boy unharmed, although the crib fell over on its side in the night. No one can explain how this came to happen, or why the baby did not wake, but the baby is safe and well though it gave everyone such a fright. The family will forget this incident soon enough, but it will nag at the back of the mother's head from time to time when she can't fall asleep at night.

The boy grows up.

He does not learn to speak until he is five. He screeches inconsolably while the family is out to eat at the Cheesecake Factory. A boy on the playground calls him a retarded faggot and punches him in the stomach. He is so bored at church he picks his skin until it bleeds. His brothers mock him relentlessly for crying all the time.

He masturbates to a drawing of Sonic the Hedgehog and Dr. Robotnik kissing passionately. He smokes cigarettes in a parking lot with a boy in a trenchcoat and a girl in Cookie Monster pajama pants. His father slaps him hard in the face when he comes home from school wearing black nail polish.

A football player performs oral sex on him in the back of a pickup truck. He sells ecstasy to the pastor's daughter at an exorbitant markup. It's two in the morning on a school night and he is stinking drunk when he wakes his parents trying to sneak back into the house. He's wearing a dress and fishnets and winged eyeliner and lipstick and his father beats him bloodier than ever before. Mother weeps bitterly with a black eye as she prays for her youngest son's eternal soul. The next morning, the boy is long gone. His father comes to believe he will never see his son again but he is so very wrong.

Some years later, police cars burn in the night and the flames grow so bright the shattered glass on the sidewalk look like so many glittering jewels. Bodies litter the streets, some in riot gear and many in plain clothes. The streets are silent save for the distant, so very distant wail of police sirens. Long after the flames die out, an officer stirs and moans faintly in pain as he hears the sound of boots trodding upon broken glass.

He's so delirious he thinks his deliverance is upon him when a dozen black-clad figures surround him. A gloved hand pulls the officer's gas mask off to reveal the bloodied face of a middle-aged man.

"I've missed you so much, daddy," the antifa says, gayly giggling.

"Son?" His father croaks weakly.

"That's right, papa. It's me. I've accepted our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ into my heart and I'm ready to come home!"

His friends laugh uproariously as he reaches into a backpack and produces a freshly-looted, brand new iPhone 17 shrink-wrapped in its original packaging. The night rings with howling laughter as the boy recites the Lord's Prayer, slamming the box into his father's face.

"Our father,"

Crunch.

"Who art in heaven,"

Crunch.

"Hallowed be thy name,"

Crunch.

Think different. Apple iPhone.

[moiyume]

Could I ask headcanons for how yandere Deku would react to the reader being cold to him after he kidnapped her but when she sees the genuine love for him she finally tells him 'I love you' one day with a blushing and red face?

♡ YANDERE!IZUKU MIDORIYA HEADCANONS: SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME.

A/N: The cutest request I have received so far, I simply loved it!!! I hope you like what I wrote, I tried my best.

Warnings ⚠️: no warnings, use of feminine pronouns, just cute things to warm your heart.

Genre: Angst to Fluff.

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya × fem!reader.

Masterlist. ♡

Izuku is trying hard to be an understanding boyfriend, after all he is aware that what he did was not nice, so don't expect aggressive behaviour or an altered tone of voice.

But even with all his efforts, his sweetheart has remained stone cold and impassive, very different from the kind and warm person she used to be. There is a moment when he wonders whether or not to give her back, he just wants to see you happy, he wants to be reciprocated.

Izuku will still bring you your favourite foods, art materials, the manga collection you wanted to buy but didn't have enough money for. He will try everything to make your hard heart soften, but it is no use.

It could be worse. He grumbles, it would be much worse if you were being aggressive, but this coldness seems to be even worse.

The thing is that he's trying too hard and you just need some space, some time to assimilate things, to adapt to this new reality. And it's when he stops filling you with stuff that you finally get to breathe.

You watch him bring the coffee in bed, the care he takes when sleeping next to you, never touching you if you didn't want to. The times he's offered to dry your hair and make pretty hairstyles.

Weeks go by and you're sitting on the couch at home listening to your favorite playlist. It's playing Avalanche by James Arthur and when you pay attention to the lyrics, you remember Izuku.

"You savin' me, said to me, I'm not alone. In this avalanche with you, avalanche with you. Nobody can hurt us now" you hum along looking at nothing thinking of him. Izuku hears you singing from the kitchen, he watches you hiding behind the wall, you seem so involved in the music, so light, like you're becoming you again.

The days go by and you are not so cold anymore, you are still resistant to some things, but not as much as before.

Izuku is afraid of getting too close and you getting cold again, so he remains inert waiting for a sign.

And the signal comes when you leave a note in his notebook, "listen to the James Arthur song Avalanche, it reminded me of you". That day he'll go to work jumping for joy, and you can be sure he'll listen to the song all day.

He'll get home late at night as the villains have been hard at work today, his uniform is in rags, but Izuku is bright as the sun. He thinks you're sleeping so he goes straight to the shower.

When he comes out of the bathroom and finds you standing in the bedroom doorway, he'll get a fright. "Oh, my angel! What are you doing up at this hour?" He scans your beautiful face and you're cheeks are flushed, "Are you feeling alright? You look feverish, I'll get a-" you interrupt him.

"I love you" you say calmly but avoiding eye contact at all costs. The words die in Izuku's mouth and his throat dries up, he blinks twice and wonders if he heard wrong, but when his face turns into a bright red ball, a genuine smile spreads across his face. He's finally been matched!

"I LOVE YOU MORE!" he shouts and hugs you. Izuku will fill your face with little kisses and will let all the love he feels for you overflow, he's so happy he could explode. "I love you so much, my angel!"

[cdroloisms]

Do you consider a possibility that c!Punz never betrayed c!Dream in the first place and whole "I'm sorry, Dream -- but you should have paid me more" thing was a facade and undercover for Punz? Like Dream said that Punz should not associated with him, so it was intentional-

staged disc finale theory my beloved !!! :D it’s definitely one of my favorite theories, though i’m still holding out (for now) as for believing super firmly in one direction or another (tho the staged finale is definitely the one i prefer for Many reasons, haha.) c!punz is so so fun no matter if the betrayal was intentional or not, but oh boyyyy if it was something planned ,,, man . 

*c!dream voice, after quackity starts visiting*: the risk i took was calculated, but man am i bad at math. 

anyway c!punz and c!dream interactions make me soft as heck so have this !!

tw: implied torture, abuse, violence, blood, injuries, emotional distress, panicking, dehumanization, unhealthy coping mechanisms, unhealthy mindsets, illness, trauma, flashbacks, starvation mention, suicide mention, death mentions, dark content, dark imagery, prison arc/pandora’s vault themes, c!quackity critical/dark portrayal of c!quackity

Dream comes to in vague moments and flashes. 

There’s a hand brushing over his forehead, too gentle to be Quackity or the Warden, not Techno because Techno is Gone and he has Left and won’t come again, running through the sweat-soaked locks and pulling them back out of his forehead. He’s unbearably hot, shifting around on the ground, only barely registering it moving beneath him. Water, cool and clear, is tipped in between his lips, quenching his thirst and easing the dryness of his mouth. Someone speaks, voice low and rumbling, and even though he’s unable to make out the words, there’s something about the cadence of them and the specific rhythm in which they move and rise and dip that is bone-achingly familiar, enough to lull him into a fitful sleep. Through it all, there is always something, someone, lingering in the edges of his vision, a shadow standing near and watching over him; part of him remembers Quackity, remembers the Warden, and recoils in fright; another part of him remembers Techno, remembers the barest flashes of a life before obsidian and lava and pain and hell, and wants nothing more than to get closer. 

When the fog in his head finally clears away enough to think, the first coherent thought he has is oh fuck, I need to piss. 

Which, out of all possible things to think, is probably up there as one of the worst, and he’s sure that when his head feels a little less like it’s trying to actively kill him (ha, let it- it’s far from the first to try) the panic will settle in as it always does. As it is, he’s exhausted, and hungry, and he really really needs to pee- so he forces his eyes open to move away from where he’s probably still stuck in a puddle of dried blood in the middle of his cell.

The second coherent thought he has is this: this isn’t Pandora. 

The realization has him thoroughly awake, eyes snapping open out of his previous fatigue to take in his surroundings, feet kicking out to the weight on top of them that he hadn’t even noticed was there, panicking against his restraints that end up not being restraints at all, giving way easily under his thrashing and resolving to what appears to be a thick blanket when he has the mind to look. With the covers gone off of whatever he’s lying on (a bed?) he’s suddenly, unbearably cold - the prison has always been hot, the lava baking into him and leaving his skin sticky with sweat, and he thinks that the room he’s in is probably not meant to feel like a fucking freezer, but after months of being one wrong step away from heatstroke, anything cooler than the goddamn Nether feels like literal ice against his skin. The room is wooden and cozy and oddly familiar, an open door leading to what appears to be a bathroom and a closed one going who knows where, window panes built into the opposite wall to let the sunlight in. It’s a nice room, all things considered, and Dream fucking hates it. 

He pulls himself to his feet, cursing at the wobbly edge to his stance when he finally manages to stand, his vision wavering dangerously in time to the spinning of his head. His eyes flick between the two doors - he still needs to go to the bathroom, and using it now will lessen the amount of things to get in the way of his escape in the future - but at the same time, there's no knowing when people will come to (hurt him, beat him, starve him, punish him, leaving him bruised and bleeding and half-dead on the floor just as he deserves) him and he needs all the time he can get to get the hell away. In the end, he slinks into the bathroom, ignoring the thudding in his chest as he does so - at the very least, the cabinets in the thing might provide him with some manner of a weapon. 

He’s only just past the door on the way out - a fucking broomstick in his hand because it’s all he could find - when his ears catch on the sound of metal clicking against each other and his eyes fall on the knob of the other door shaking as someone makes their way in. All at once, panic slams into him - goddammit, he should’ve just run when he had the chance - and he directs quick, desperate glances at the window. Maybe, if he’s fast enough, he can book it out of there and disappear into the trees; it’ll hurt, but it’ll be better than getting caught. Anything would be better than getting caught-

 “Dream?” 

Dream blinks. All at once, the same feeling of getting the air punched out of him returns, but combined with something warm and floaty wrapping around his chest, something almost a little like relief - and hell, if that isn’t something he’s not felt for a while. 

“Punz?” 

Punz is standing in the doorway, hoodie rumpled, expression more than a little frazzled; Dream’s breath hitches at the sight of the sword strapped to his side, but their face holds none of the harsh edges and cold-dark-hard hatred that had characterized the Warden and Quackity’s visits, mouth slightly parted and eyes shining with nothing but what appears to be shock and concern. The sight of them, again, nearly has Dream dizzy, a swell of tangled, unexplainable emotion rising to the back of his throat as he sways on his feet. He hadn’t thought that he would see Punz again, he realizes, had never thought he’d see his stupid gold chain and his stupid outfit he never bothered changing, ever, or that same lopsided smirk and pale blue eyes- the last time he’d seen them, it was in that vault, their mouth twisted up in the act the two of them had decided on and eyes shimmering with unease and regret; as far as goodbyes went, it wasn’t the worst, not when Punz was one of the few to never leave him, not really, not when something ached in their expression other than the hatred that had colored all of the other expressionless faces watching him die. Months later, alone in Pandora, he must’ve grown resigned, or something, the repeated reminders that he would die alone and afraid and it would be nothing more than he deserved settling into his skin and against his bones; Punz’s expression twists, visible even across the room, and- oh. 

They must’ve thought the same thing, too.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Punz asks, finally, and Dream decides not to point out the way his voice cracks harshly in the middle, especially when the other man strides forward and starts to awkwardly herd him back in the direction of the bed - covers still thrown to the floor - in the middle of the room. Dream lets them, not replying because he doesn’t really know where to even begin describing the tangled knot of panic and shock that had strung his muscles tense when he woke up in a room he didn’t recognize, not knowing if he can really describe it all at all, trying his best not to flinch at the hands flitting in the corners of his vision as he falls back into a sitting position onto the bed. His fingers settle into the mattress, pressing into the bedsheets cautiously and marveling when they fall away under the pressure. Punz watches him, expression odd, gathers the blankets from the ground and presses them over and around him in a way that’s entirely awkward but does leave him warmer than he’d been before, before walking back on his heels with an odd expression that makes Dream’s insides twist. 

“You,” Punz says after a long second, voice wavering, “are a fucking idiot,” and it’s all the warning Dream gets before a white-and-black blur is rushing towards him, arms wrapping around his chest and his vision whites out in alarm and panic. When the pain doesn’t come, he comes back to his senses enough to realize that Punz’s arms are still wrapped around him, shoulders shaking as he holds him close but not painfully, careful not to pull too much against the places on his ribs and back that leave him gasping with small shocks of pain, head pressed against the crook of Dream’s neck and hair tickling his face. Dream can feel his heart hammering in his chest, but as the panic dies something warm and long-neglected stirs in the middle of his chest, and he melts forward with a quiet hum. This is- nice. Really, really nice. 

“What were you thinking?” Punz mutters, too quiet to really be directed at him, hands curling tighter into the folds of the hoodie - oh, he’s wearing one of those, not the same stiff, bloodstained material of the prison uniform that had chafed against his skin, another constant source of pain and discomfort of thousands in the hell that had been Pandora’s Vault  - on him, and Dream doesn’t really know what to do except sit there and blink dumbly, listening to the heartbeat of the person leaning against him rumbling against his ears. It’s oddly calming, has the pressure on his chest lightening enough to take a full breath, and then another, the warmth of someone leaning against him almost too much but not enough at the same time - his eyes burn, and he ignores them. 

“I-” he doesn’t really think that Punz was really asking a question, but just ignoring his question seems rude, too, and even despite the fuzzy warmth settling into his skin and into his bones from the pressure of Punz’s arms around his body and their head against his shoulder, he’s still unable to shake the anxiety of leaving a query unanswered, a constant murmur to listen obey do as you’re told or you’re going to regret it put on a damn good show or suffer the consequences remaining no matter how hard he tries to push it away. He wets his lips when his mouth feels too dry to keep speaking, eyes fluttering closed as he leans forward further, “I don’t know what you mean.” 

“You-” Punz cuts themselves off with a wet, incredulous-sounding laugh that has Dream jerking back despite himself, meeting their ice-cold eyes when they pull themselves back to look at him. He doesn’t really recognize the expression he wears, Dream realizes with a jolt, the way his lips are pressed together and the churning in his eyes, and his lungs seize in his chest. 

“Sir-”

If anything, Punz’s expression only seems to harden, and the warmth disappears as Dream looks into their eyes - cold, two polished shards of ice, frosted over pools of water in the middle of the tundra, flinty and sharp and brilliant blue. His hands shake as he pulls them back to his chest, trembling from the chill that’s made its home in his muscles and frozen them in place - sir sorry sir please don’t hurt me im sorry please I didn’t mean to

“Fuck, Dream,” he shakes his head, and only then does Dream see the slight wobble to their bottom lip, the waver to their words like they’re struggling to keep themselves together, “why didn’t you say anything?” 

 What?

You almost died, you know,” he keeps going, not meeting his eyes as they direct their gaze out the window, “Several times, honestly. Fucking hell- when Techno brought you out- I didn’t think you would survive. I didn’t think anyone could survive that.” 

Dream swallows. He doesn’t remember getting out, doesn’t really remember much at all if he’s being honest; there was the black of the cell, the heat of the lava, Techno promising to get him out before disappearing in a flash of purple, Quackity throwing him against the wall (Where the fuck did Techno go? You better have a fuckin’ answer, pal, if you want your death to be anything resemblin’ quick-) then nothing. Everything. His heart hammering in his chest and blood slick against his skin and the press of metal against his windpipe and pain, the only constant within it all, the only thing that made any goddamn sense when the room seemed to flip and turn and twist and his feelings knotted and frayed between anger-betrayal-distress-sadness-fear-grief, when reality swirled into a dizzying blur of colors and feelings and sounds carving themselves into the inside of his skull- then here. Dream flexes his hand experimentally, marveling at the feeling - the pain is almost gone. 

He’d forgotten how it felt, really, to live and not hurt. 

“Dream,” Punz calls again, voice low and worried, and Dream can’t help the way his head snaps up to meet their eyes and can’t help the flinch that twists his neck back when their frown deepens. It’d been a show, at least he tells himself, because Quackity would stop earlier if he screamed more, but- his hands tremble at his sides, twisted into the sheets of the bed, a near-constant litany of reminders and rules beating like they have a heart of their own in the back of his head. It was a show- he feels himself almost buckle, give in under the force of the stare leveled at him, and hates himself for how weak he feels, pinned under the eyes trained on his own. He’s not sure how much of a show it is anymore. 

“Dream,” Punz repeats, words even softer, and the ugly feeling of shame and anger twists inside Dream’s chest again. Punz- ever unflappable, deadly with almost any weapon and never letting anyone see him as anything but deliberately apathetic - is watching him with an expression so uncharacteristically and unbearably gentle that it makes his breath catch in his throat. “You could’ve died,” he says once again, and the look that paints his face is so terribly vulnerable, feelings pouring over like a cup overfilled, bubbling forward and bleeding from every corner, and Dream- can’t. He doesn’t know what to do in the face of such stark emotion, doesn’t know how how to handle the way his eyes burn and his heart throbs like an exposed nerve, the way everything yawns wide in the middle of his chest into void and emptiness and pain so deeply carved in the space within his ribs that he half-thinks he’s been hollowed out entirely.

“But I didn’t.” 

Punz pulls back, but Dream isn’t looking at him, is staring at the scarred surfaces of the backs of his hands and the knobs of his knuckles sticking out against the thinned-out skin and the yellowed nails he’s pushing against the blanket, the fourth and fifth ones of his right hand missing. They shake, no matter how long he looks at them and how hard he tries to make them stay still, and he can feel a voice whispering in the back of his mind, tone too familiar to ignore. Weak. 

“I didn’t die,” he says when Punz doesn’t reply, looking at his scarred hands, weak hands, broken hands. “So it’s okay. We can keep- we can keep going.”

“Dream-” their voice is a blade scraping against an anvil, nails scraping over his ribs, his hands clamping over his ears before he’s realized he’s moved and his brain screaming at him for doing so once he realizes that he has, “-what the fuck are you talking about?” 

Still, he hadn’t survived months of Quackity’s visits by bending over the second he was pushed, so he forces his tongue to move from where it’s fallen to the bottom of his mouth like lead, feels his eyes go steely even from under the way his vision has already begun to wobble. 

“It’s not over yet,” he continues, trying to keep his words even, “‘cause I didn’t die, so we’re not done. I gotta- we have to reevaluate, of course,” he can’t stop, because the second he stops talking is the second he falls apart, so he ignores the way that Punz stiffens and stills and doesn’t let anything stop the flow of words spilling out of his mouth, “because the vault and the prison- um, obviously didn’t go as planned, but it’s fine. Just a minor- um, minor inconvenience. A setback- but it’s not- it’s not unsalvageable- we just have to-”

“Are you kidding me?” Punz cuts him off with a sharp laugh, disbelieving and just on the wrong side of desperate, and the air in Dream’s lungs freezes into a solid block of ice in the middle of his chest, “you- you’ve got to be kidding me.” 

“Punz?”

Dream’s voice comes out small, himself shrinking back into the bed, keenly aware, suddenly, of how there is nowhere he can go to run - Punz doesn’t seem to notice that he’s spoken at all, one of his hands moving up to tug through his hair, which is - now that Dream is looking - fluffier and messier than he remembers, sticking up in all directions like they didn’t bother to smooth it down.

“You think this is fine? You think that because you didn’t fucking die, that this is all okay?” Punz’s voice rises in volume slowly, not loud enough to be a shout but enough to go hard and unyielding like a threat, and with each word every remnant of the vault comes crawling, clawing back up to the front of his head, a pounding reminder to play his role, put on a show, behave behave behave-

“Goddammit, Dream,” Punz startles him out of his own thoughts, looking straight into his eyes with their ice-blue ones, “have you seen yourself?”

 Have you seen yourself? Lying down in your own goddamn filth like a fucking mutt- prime, you disgust me. 

“Your ribs were basically shattered. Your legs had fractures on both sides, and your back was so fucking torn up that it looked like more blood than skin. You’ve been starved- enough for me to see every goddamn bone in your body, it feels like. Your throat was bruised to hell- I wasn’t sure if you were gonna be able to speak again, fuck, and like a day after we got here you got fucking pneumonia.” Punz’s breath hitches, “Your skin was a literal fucking oven- I thought you’d bake yourself from the inside out. You could’ve died- you should’ve died.”

 You should’ve died a hell of a long time ago, pal- should’ve saved us all the fucking trouble and offed yourself like Wilbur fucking Soot.

He flinches, and this, Punz seems to notice, eyes widening a fraction before they pitch their voce lower, clearly taking a few breaths to calm down and reaching forward to take one of Dream’s hands loosely in his own, thumb smoothing over the bumps of his knuckles. 

“You’re not fine,” he says after a long while, shaking his head. “Hell- I’m not fine. But we’re not doing anything like- like the vault or the prison again, dude. I told you they were shit ideas- fuck. We never should’ve done that.”

“It was worth it,” Dream butts in, because he can’t imagine a world where it wasn’t, can’t imagine a world where all of that was for nothing, “it was worth it-” 

“No it fucking wasn’t, are you out of your mind?” Punz replies immediately, voice overlapping over Dream’s own, “have you listened to a single thing I’ve said? You- look at you! How was that worth it?”

Dream shakes his head stubbornly, already feeling the way his jaw is trembling around the words he forces himself to speak. “The server- it was all for the server-”

“Fuck the server!” 

Punz seems startled by their own shout, drawing back at the same time Dream does, breathing ragged. He takes a few seconds to compose himself, bringing his hand to his face as Dream sits stock still, not daring to move, hardly daring to breathe. 

“Fuck the fucking server, okay?” Punz says, finally, voice cracking in the middle, “You lost two damn lives for this server. You got fucking tortured for fucking months for this shitstain of a server. Just- fuck them. I’m not watching you tear yourself to fucking shreds for this- not again. I can’t sit around and watch you fucking die again, Dream, I can’t drag you out bleeding out in my fucking arms again- fuck-” Punz shakes their head, and oh. They’re crying. 

“No more. Fuck the server. I’m done, Dream- we’re done with them.” 

Dream blinks, so thoroughly surprised that he thinks the shock knocked him straight out of the building panic attack, leaving nothing but a slight thrumming of anxiety still simmering beneath his skin. Almost instinctually, in a motion he doesn’t really remember but still has the muscle memory for, he opens his arms- and in a similar, near-unconscious response, Punz tumbles into his arms. 

He blinks, not moving his arms to curl around the other, feeling the weight of another person against his again and the sound of their breathing and relearning them both. This is- new, for both of them. Dream was never emotional, not before the prison, not that he wanted to be after it either- but Quackity always had a particular affinity for tearing him apart, shard by shard. And Punz- he’d never been like this, even back in the day, when things were easier and they didn’t bear the constant burden of netherite against their backs. They’d always been stoic, sharp, sarcastic, cool and dry in a way that chafed against Sapnap’s fire and always led to Dream laughing at them sooner or later. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, feeling the heat behind his eyes finally sear too hot and boil over, tears squeezing through his closed eyes and falling down his face. 

“Okay,” he says, finally, and there’s nothing easy about the acquiescence, not when he had poured blood and sweat and the better half of himself into this place, salted the earth with his tears until no more would come and nothing else would grow. He thinks that he will have more to think and more to say and more to protest come the next days, that the binds between him and his goals have been weaved too deep with the fibers of his soul for him to tear them free without sacrificing what broken pieces of himself he has left, but all he can think right now is how fucking tired he is. He remembers Techno’s voice, going through myth after myth to pass time in the prison, and thinks with something like humor and something like grief - let someone else be Atlas for a day. The sky is too heavy right now. Punz’s arms tighten around his body, enough to remind him that they’re there but not enough to press at his still-healing ribs, and he thinks that they might understand. “Okay.” 

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Eda's reckless behaviour and overall mental health

Summary

Eda is a genius, but is very emotional when making decisions (not anger, but fear, stress ect.)

Her reckless behaviour and apple blood problem in my opinion are her ways of running from reality.

In season 1 she made a bit of progress on this issue. Then the finale happened. Then she made again progress and s2ep7 did a complete reset. And she is making progress now again.

Eda's intelligence

She's been a criminal for thirty years. She has been in the shady business for an extremely long time. Yes magic definitely helps but you also have to find a way to be on top of the game, so you can survive.

Remember Tibbles' shrinking potion. She can't really use a lot of magic if she is shrinked or poisoned and dead, can she? Not to talk about her enemies which you'd think would attack her now that she is magicless.

They haven't on screen, yet. The only ones that tried are Adegast and Tibbles and they both died without her using any magic (or close to nothing).

Now we know that she doesn't make plans a lot on screen. In s2ep3 especially she just let's Luz make the plan but that's because she is her mentor.

In s2ep6 Luz used sleeping needles which is wild magic so no, it's not knowledge coming from Hexside. Also the pickpocketing Luz mentioned.

Teachers don't do the tests instead of students.

She teaches her everything that isn't glyphs. I wouldn't be surprised if she has told stories to Luz about her best "outsmarting everyone in the room" moments.

Now we have seen some of her problem solving on screen. One of which was in ep.18 fight only using her channelled magic trough the staff (im not taking credit for noticing this, have no idea who did though) and used the bridge.

Also if she can telepathically talk to her staff. Owlbert saving Luz was probably her idea.

She had her impact on Raine's rebellion as well, without having magic or turning into a harpy.

"You are not our mom!"

"Wow, we actually helped people this time!"

"Bye, mommy Eda!"

In the back of her head she knows exactly what to do, everytime something happens.

Eda's mental health

Eda's curse and the nightmares it causes. The father incident. The fact that she probably thought Lilith was scared of her.

Lilith's hidden guilt and her taking her father's eye out don't mix well together. I wouldn't be surprised if they barely spoke even if they lived in a house together.

Her losing Raine.

Her faith in the emporer being broken.

She has seen a lot of death, that does impact people.

Season 1

At the beginning of the series she was making a lot of bad choices which don't aline with her experience.

The series starts with her getting caught by Warden Wrath. Instead of just sneaking, they were just walking comfortably in the corridors.

They are kids, one from another dimension, but her... She doesn't know better? And for a paper crown that she can replace by stealing from someone else.

Next episode we are introduced to her morning drink later on confirmed to be for adults only. And that drink didn't get a mention for the rest of the season. In that episode she is also not the most clear-headed. She didn't try to sneak, she didn't use potions. Didn't try to plan.

A list about her being impatient can go on and on.

So when does she think. When she realises it's dangerous (aka when it's right in her face). Literally in the first episode the moment she started doing stuff is when she got caught and spat on the warden's face.

In episode 2 she didn't do that because she didn't know if Luz was alive and had a hard time bottling her feelings. Like if Luz proved to him to be hard to keep tight up he could have killed her, the girl that came back for her and her son yesterday. And she proved to Eda that she is a little dangerous the previous episode with her fireworks.

Eda was rational again, after she was with both King and Luz.

As the series went on though she started to calm down a bit.

Firstly, the fact that she was so focused on fixing her card problem, after Tibbles scammed her, that she trew them away in another dimension.

I was wondering how she overcame it so quickly.

It also shows her knowledge of how to handle this type of problems which brings up a question. How did she learn it?

Secondly let's compare the first half of the season to the second.

1. Everything I already pointed out and was hiding the curse. The stuff that happened in ep.5. Her refusal to be parental in ep.7. Body swapped.

2. She gets scammed again (this time though, how do you expect that someone was digging their own grave). Didn't use a sleeping spell on the slitherbeast immediately instead was just standing there. Got caught by the fun police. Worsened King's stage fright.

In ep.15 because of her ignorance Luz and Amity almost die. Except that is not the full story. She had at this point a lot of faith in Luz and this was her friend's mind.

For Amity it's not that she hated her. Amity actually saved her in ep.12. It's because she wasn't that important for her to realise. "Omg Willow is at the very least extremely mad at her."

It's again a refusal to think, but for a stranger and not really on purpose. It was just a habit of hers.

Episode 18 and 19

At the beginning of the episode. Eda hid the curse, again.

When she learned that Lilith had kidnapped Luz. She didn't try to make a plan. She just revealed herself in all her glory while her magic was disappearing.

Shot the staff in a wall while she was having no idea, what that was supposed to accomplish.

Luz showed up and she finally started thinking.

Afterwards Lilith said we all know what and for the first time Eda's anger was the leader of her choices and Luz almost fell on to the spikes.

So then, for the very least a night, she was stuck in her mind with something, that was chasing her. She woke up to Emporer Baby the B*tch, who was telling her, he was about to go after Luz.

And no she didn't believe in Lilith, but was so overwhelmed. It was insane. So she begged. After some more running, she woke up to Luz in the Comformatoriam.

Next, she was about to get petrified and for awhile this was the calmest things have been since she got caught. Then Lilith shows up (ah yes she existed).

King jumped "She was trying to help!". Wait King was there.

Petrification beam go.

PURE PAIN!

Then she got the idea for all of them to fly away. Lilith shared the curse making the confusion even bigger. Then her magic is gone (that was a thing). She learned that the portal is destroyed. Now she was living with Lilith and might have starved to death with everyone else in the house.

After all of this she not only tried but HAD TO pretend that she was mentally stable, so they could survive this mess.

Season 2A

In episode 1 she told Luz not to go after big bounties and then tried to steal from a coven's ship.

At this point her emotions are the only thing that made decisions while they were also getting hidden. Don't get me wrong she did help and should, especially Luz but it's ALL feelings. She didn't think about consequences, which sometimes are good.

She didn't attack Lilith cause it's just not the time, she's scared from her own anger. Plus she can't really stand being with the roller coaster of emotions, that came with being in one room with her.

This didn't mean she didn't work with her and hadn't listened to the backstory, though.

The episode ends with her and everyone else not being close to dieing. Finally!

So now what? She tried to think about Lilith? Yeah, she probably preferred not to.

Then her glyph almost kills King, but Lilith showed up and helped. This is probably a familiarity she missed. So again she decided not to process it, but it definitely sticks.

She also didn't notice Luz being hurt.

Next episode, we saw Eda taking a shower which means she has healthy coping mechanisms, at least one, self-care and is not yet a workaholic.

Luz's apple blood joke is concerning.

After the events of episode 3. Luz probably told her that Lilith stayed with her and King, instead of just leaving them, get killed by Jean-Luc.

Then Eda still isn't certain where she stands about everything and Lilith just left, with her final act being, giving King mental issues.

Throughout this whole thing her mom was there with her cures/annual accidental attempt to kill her favourite daughter.

In this episode, Eda fell for apple blood signs. Rationality is out of the window.

In ep.6 she decided to help, with students getting palisman. Again not thinking about all the trauma, but finally doing something against her first instinct.

In ep.7 she heard King's "Le-" and refused to fully process, where the heck is he gonna go.

She also punched someone, cause this is gonna work?

Now she has reconnected with Raine having no idea should she even think of a romantic relationship again? And decided to be useful at least for something since she "can't raise kids".

She was helping and being very good at it, but it came from fear of loneliness.

Then she heard that Belos has a plan and just is overwhelmed. What if the kids get hurt, is she powerless?

Oh, look! Raine might be dead!

Next episode she overworked herself.

In between ep.8 and 9 she was trying to scare the beast into transforming. (She is losing her sanity. Literally the previous episode told her not to do that.)

In episode 9 again it's all emotional. She wants to feel better and be stronger, so she told King to blast her (almost blasting Amity), hit fool's blood even though Amity said the lake is further ahead.

Luckily she showed progress too.

She ate voles, which was against how she was feeling.

In ep.10 she was scared of letting Luz in the portal. I'm not saying she wouldn't have before, but I don't think it was easy.

Right now, after s2ep10, I think she isn't the most mentally stable. But she is definitely working on it.