#if he has act of life continuation that was probably stolen since that’s one of Hakudou’s techniques

[sealer-of-wenkamui]

There was probably a part of living Douman that wanted to let Limbo take control, which made it so easy for him to do so, cause even if it’s early enough on that he’s not a complete monster, he’s still deeply envious of Seimei, so telling him that he’ll never surpass him is the easiest way to break him. And Limbo is a Douman that *does* have a shot at surpassing him (though he’s proving that by turning the city he protects into a hell on earth). He can attain his dearest wish, if he just gives in to the monster he’ll one day become….

[6ronze]

𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈

jujutsu kaisen w HIGURUMA HIROMI format. headcanons + scenarios warnings. fluff + nsfw. mdni. fem!reader. oral(reader receiving). fingering. pretty tame and domestic stuff. summary. unorganised thoughts ab higuruma.

author’s note. this is literally just me yapping ab all the possibilities w higuruma cs i love the man and i’ll probably reblog this w a continuation of my thoughts + non-sorcerer au so he’s just an overworked lawyer here

PART 1

Similar to nanami kento, he’s a busy man, perhaps even busier since he’s a lawyer. Being at the office most of his time made him a stranger to the mundane pleasures of dating—especially so when you suddenly barged into his life.

A stranger as he is, he tries his best. Sending delivery flowers to your own workplace when he finds himself staring at his phone, waiting for a lightbulb to go off in his head to find an idea on what to do or say to you after hours of no contact.

He wanted to talk you, he truly did, but he didn’t what to talk about exactly. He was the best at the finding the big words to get his point across when presenting something to the judge in court, and yet here he was, as speechless as ever with you.

If it wasn’t flowers, then it’d be a short voice message that he begrudgingly made when he finally had the words to say to you at the busiest of moments he was in. As deep and dismissive his voice may be, his words expressed enough when you heard him say your name. In fact, you would always notice how he keeps calling your name in the audios he sends you, like if he was yearning for you and lazily keeping it under wraps. He was too unbothered to truly hide his affections for you, admitting to whatever accusation you made on him.

You thought he was down bad? He won’t deny it. You called him out for his lack of subtlety of being infatuated with you jokingly? He’d say yes to it immediately without realising you were just teasing.

He picks you up from work whenever he could but most of the days he’d come home later than you do so you’d have to go home on your own. Though when he gets home late at night to you, he’d take off his suit jacket and have his sleeves rolled up, ready to curl you up in his arms and drag you to bed with him.

He’d have one arm firm around your waist, his hand hold your side once he has you on top of him on your shared bed. His cologne would wash over your nostrils, making you playfully complain why and how he still smelled so good after so long at work. It’d make him scoff, his eyes closed and the corner of his lips curled to a smirk.

Once he has you in his arms it’d be hard for you drag him out of it. You knew for a fact he was baiting you with his closed eyes, ignoring all you excuses and pleas to get out of bed and shower, maybe even have dinner you kept for him. Higuruma would ignore them all, waiting for you say the magic words—i’ll bathe with you.

Only then would he finally release you from his grasp, loosening that arm he had around you, patting your hip as he got up from the bed with you.

With a tug on his tie, he’d take slow steps into the bathroom, watching you walk into it first and the lights open. He’d tilt his head to the side slightly, a faint smile of amusement making it’s way to his face at the sight of you failing to hide that hint of excitement as you got the faucet on your bathtub running, your movements quick and rigid despite your best efforts to act natural.

PART 2

The silent process of helping him undress was awfully suffocating, the tension and stolen glances with only the sound of water running in the background making you hold your breath against your will. Your hands up against his chest untying the now loose tie around his neck made your body heat up, the soft yet short breaths leaving your lips not going unnoticed by either of you. Looking up at him was impossible but also so fucking irresistible. You’d flicker your eyes up at him only to find out he was already looking you, the sight of his own gaze fixated on you alone made your thighs rub against one another, the slick of your arousal beginning to coat your panties.

You finished untying his tie and took steps back, checking up on the bathtub that was now near full of water. While you went to close the faucet filling up the bathtub, higuruma would start unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders and carelessly letting it fall to the floor. He’d innocently tease you by making the sounds of the metal on his belt louder than it should be, purposely making you hyperaware that he was stripping.

Finally, he’s naked and bare in the bathtub with you. He’d have his head thrown back against the curved rim of the tub behind him, letting out an exasperated sigh that he knew would catch your attention. When your head finally turns to him and your pretty voice utters his name, he lift his head off the cold rim of the tub, leaning forward to you and slithering his arm around of stomach under the water. He’d give you a short hum, his voice hoarse yet still curious.

While you went on talking about your day at work all that he’d be thinking about if how perfectly your soft body fits against his hard one, like a puzzle piece he’d been missing for the entire day, and the years he lived before you. He’d have his thumb gently rubbing the side of your rib, nuzzling his chin onto the top of your head and letting you feel the reverberations of his gravelly voice through his neck that he had so close to the back of your head, his adam’s apple bobbing and all whenever he acknowledged you.

Higuruma would have his hands wandering as you speak, you words progressively being reduced to incoherent mumbles when you felt his fingers moving down your tummy, fingers rubbing circles on your pelvis before slipping lower to the fold between your thigh and your hips. His calloused fingers would be cupping your heat under the water in no time, his eyes following his hands and looking down at you with soft hums to keep you thinking he was still paying attentions to your mutters. Higuruma’d point out how your voice was getting quieter and quieter with each second that passed, exhaling a brief chuckle when you retorted him in return, blaming him for distracting you.

You’d have your legs spread further in the water, your thighs pressing up against his to give him access to your cunt, shivering when he scissored your folds, his middle finger making slow strokes up against your slit. Higuruma would have the length of his middle finger ground up against your slit while he teased you, revelling at the sight of you squirming in the water between his legs. Fuck, he was tired, he’ll admit. But what would be better rest than the sleep he’d get after fucking you, after making you feel good.

PART 3

Sundays. A day that was supposed to be his day off was spent by being in his office completing paperwork and sorting documents from last night. Being the menace you were, you bothered him. Coming in and out his office, whining and complaining about how he should spend some time with you on his day off.

After hours of convincing, he gave in. Higuruma thought that maybe if he gave you what you wanted so bad, you’d be sated and leave him alone for a while. But oh fuck, he was so wrong.

It’s been God knows how many minutes know and he still had his face buried between your legs, your skirt hiked up to your hips and your body sprawled on his desk. He had your legs hung on his shoulders, your heels burying into his back whenever his hooked nose ground against you clit, your hips rolling forward to seek more friction from him however you could.

His desk was a mess now, your hands flinging and pushing some stacks of his well-organised files off the table unintentionally. You muttered some apologies but he shut you up with deliberate strokes of his tongue up for entrance, lapping up your juices shamelessly. His eyes remained as stern before, though they were more fixated on the view of your body that he saw from his perspective. He loved it, the sight of you with your back arched and writhing for him, your hands gripping onto whatever you could of the table to use as an outlet for the onslaught pleasure he was giving you.

Higuruma would have you cum on his tongue once and continue on his assault on your sopping wet cunt with his tongue all up until he made you reach the brink of another orgasm only to pull away, sitting upright in his chair and licking your juices that he had smeared on his lips, using the back of his hand to wipe your cum dripping down his chin. He’d leave you panting and aching for more, mewls and pleas leaving your lips to let you cum just one more time though you knew he wouldn’t—he’d break your pretty mind instead.

[ilguna]

Piano Sessions: Style + Finnick Odair -- reader x Finnick faking a relationship to gain favor in Capitol, but real feelings develop, maybe have them towing that line in the lead-up to Quarter Quell

☼ style (Finnick Odair) ☼

warnings; swearing, use of the term 'good girl' kinda in a gross way, mention of gore, brief mention of the morphlings.

wc; 2.9k

notes; Piano Sessions: songfic, Style by Taylor Swift.

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Finnick Odair is one of those victors that you have never been able to properly figure out, despite knowing him for almost eight years.

Every time you think that you’ve finally got a handle on his thought process and the way he acts, he strays, surprising you. Over the years, his impulse decisions have slowly declined, as his situation with the Capitol and District Four stabilized. However, with recent problems rising, it’s brought back his unpredictability. 

For some reason, you don’t have this issue with any of the other victors. In fact, you could read them like an open book, cracking their spines in the process because you can delve deep. It’s really not that hard to sniff out secrets in their seemingly perfect facades when you’ve been doing it for so long.

It’s a talent, really. One that not a lot of people appreciate. What happens is that they find it irritating when you know their intentions before they’ve had the chance to approach you. Most of the time, they have this look in their eye, giving it away. You don’t even need to search half the time because of it.

That’s why you can tell that Finnick is up to something right now, but you don’t know exactly what it is. From what you’ve gathered so far from the stolen glances in your direction, is that it has something to do with you. He’s just waiting for the right moment to talk to you.

Which is driving you crazy. You’re not sure what the right moment could possibly be, especially now that the two of you are on a train being shipped to the Capitol in their custody. This is not just another year of mentoring, where every thought can wait until you’re ready. You’re District Four’s tributes in the Quarter Quell, unspoken words could mean life or death. They can change the trajectory of the Games.

He knows this, of course. Probably better than anybody.

You suck in a breath through your nose, rolling your head in his direction, making eye contact right as he glances at you again. Instead of looking away immediately, the two of you enter a silent staring contest.

It doesn’t last for long. “Are you going to say it or are you going to keep looking at me?” You ask.

Finnick offers you a small smile, getting up from where he’s sitting on the plush train couch to go to you. Where you’re sitting at the dining table, enjoying the bottomless pot of sweet tea that the avoxes provide.

A laugh leaves him. “I was thinking, while we’re in the Capitol, we could fake a relationship to gain more favor.” He says nonchalantly. It’s so relaxed coming from his mouth that you almost feel ridiculous when you choke on your drink. “So that we have nothing to worry about with sponsors in the arena.”

You raise a napkin to your lips, clearing your throat, trying to get the burning pain to subside quicker.

“And it could work out in your favor too, you’ll get allies.” He continues. “Since we both know that you have a special talent for driving people away.”

You raise your eyebrows, blinking, absolutely speechless. This is exactly what you mean when you say that Finnick makes it so difficult for you to pin him down. And you’re not referring to the add-on at the end. You’re talking about the way he just casually suggested for the two of you to fake a relationship.

“Have you hit your head recently?” You ask.

“No.” He lets out a light laugh. “You can’t tell me I’m wrong, especially about the sponsor part.”

You know he’s not wrong. Your ability to anticipate intentions have lost you a good handful of friendships over the years, particularly in District Four. Your former friends saw you as an opportunity for money after your win, despite having plenty of it for themselves. So, you lost them. You told them to get lost. 

It’s stunted a lot of potential friendships since, and it’s because you’re entirely too suspicious to let new people in right away. It happened with Finnick, even though he was the one to really mentor you before going inside. You couldn’t quite place your finger on him, which makes sense seven and a half years later. He doesn’t have a consistent personality.

Still, on the other hand, your gut feeling has given you a chance to grow in other areas. Like with the Capitol, for example. You used it to your advantage during your Games, like when you interacted with the tributes around you. You knew what the Gamemakers were looking for with scoring, giving you a higher one than you deserved.

You simultaneously flattered the Capitol while talking about yourself during the interview with Caesar, getting you a step in the door. It truly isn’t difficult to sweep the Capitol off their feet in the first place, but you managed to do it so effortlessly that they held onto you. They cared about what happened to you in the arena.

When you won, it only continued from there. You became the Capitol’s favorite female darling, because Finnick was their male. It wasn’t long before you were the good girl, you couldn’t do anything wrong. Even when your tongue accidentally slipped and you showed some of your true colors.

So, while Finnick isn’t wrong about allies, he’s far off about sponsors. It’ll work more in his favor than it will in yours. Although, with his own fairly decent sized sponsor list, you two could blow the competition out of the water with your combined efforts.

But then again, you don’t really care about having allies right now. They don’t inherently matter until you’re in the Capitol, and even then with the chaos going on in the districts, you need to figure out who will be good to have around. You volunteered knowing full well you were signing up to go blind, which is why your whole plan revolves around analyzing the mindsets of the other tributes.

Especially when it comes to Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, but you know how difficult they can be. You’ll be looking at Haymitch for real direction when it comes to the rebels. His teenagers sparked the rebellion, and the rest of you will make sure that it gets set ablaze.

Finnick’s plan is almost meaningless. And so is he, to you, in some capacity. You don’t need him, you haven’t in years. If he’d been paying attention to that recently, he’d know that you’re self-sufficient in the Capitol, and you’ve never been afraid of approaching other tributes. This year will be even easier since you’re all victors, anyway.

Finnick’s proposition is just so bizarre. 

Here’s the thing—it’s been a while since you’d heard from him. The last time you held a genuine conversation beyond the formalities was a year and a half ago, when you’d decided that you were done with his whirlwind romance. He would suck you into his own personal vortex, and the only reason why you’d get spat out would be because he wasn’t interested anymore.

And it’s not like this happened once, it was multiple times. The reason why you kept going back was because your relationship before hadn’t been like that. It changed a couple months after Annie Cresta won her Games. One day, you two were stable. Next, there were more issues than you could take care of, which would be the beginning of the end.

Of course, you tried to fix every problem you had, but it didn’t feel like you were making progress. So, the next solution came to be an on-and-off relationship. You would get together, everything would be fine for a couple months, and then you’d break up. By the time he wanted you back, you’d be over the fight, and you’d go right back to him.

You thought that after the last time, he’d be done. Yet here he is, surprising you again.

“Come on, (Y/n), it’ll work out in our favor.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“It’ll work out in your favor.” You correct him. “I don’t care either way, and I think you knew that already.”

Finnick tilts his head with a knowing smile. “You caught me, but I meant what I said about allies. I have an in, and you don’t. You’ll be able to skip the processing time with me.” He winks.

He must be talking about the rebels. It makes you wonder how he’s been talking to them, especially Haymitch, or anyone else that might be involved in higher places, besides District Four. Your home has been making quite the uproar since the news of the Quarter Quell, it’s just gotten worse recently. They’ve basically flooded every possible open space with the Peacekeepers, afraid of the Mayor being overthrown. Or worse, joining in on the rebellion. Which is why they replaced the old Head Peacekeeper with a new one, and she’s a fucking bitch.

“Let me guess, I’ll have to follow your lead?”

He makes a face, “Not exactly. I can’t be in charge of an alliance that large, so I’m sure we’ll all be given a part to take care of.”

You squint at him as the realization that this is a terrible idea dawns on you. You have to admit, it’s a creative way to get you back into his arms after so long, but if it’s anything like the past ten times, you know where this leads. And you know that you should tell him to leave, but you won’t.

“Fine, I’ll pretend to be your girlfriend.” You emphasize.

Finnick gives you a dimpled smile. “I knew you’d agree.”

—

The Capitol has been eventful in its own boring way this past week.

In terms of training and impressing the Gamemakers, there wasn’t anything new. You showed up to the gym, you played around with their toys, and you’d go back to the apartment at the end of the day. From the outside looking in, no one’s been able to tell that there’s more going on in the background.

If they looked closer, they’d see that you’ve been conspiring with victors that you haven’t shown interest in the past. That you’ve been getting along with Johanna and morphlings, when rivalries and distaste haven’t been hidden from the public. That you haven’t been their perfect little darling all week.

With the Games quickly approaching, and happening as soon as tomorrow, it’s been hard to keep the anticipation from boiling over. Especially since Haymitch’s plan has finally been smoothed out, after days of working out the kinks.

At the beginning of training, you scoped out Katniss and Peeta. Truth be told, they weren’t sure about how they felt about you. After some proving, Katniss was able to admit to Haymitch that she knows something is off with you. LIke you can read her thoughts and act on them before they’re fully formed. All Peeta could say was that he thinks you’re nice and looking for peace.

This gave Haymitch an idea, which eventually led to him giving you a role—just as Finnick said he would. It’s pretty obvious how distrustful Katniss can be with Finnick, and so you’re expected to placate her, in hopes that Finnick will be able to keep control of any given situation. You told them that you’d try your best. 

If Katniss can already sense what you’re doing, it’s only a matter of time before she fully catches on and shuts you down. Once that happens, there will be no coming back. She’s stubborn, so she’ll go out of her way to ignore you and your advice. You can see it coming.

Until then, you’ll keep your promise.

“And you’re finished!” One of the prep team members sighs. He backs up, hands pressed against his chest with a dreamy look in his eye. “We’re right on time, too. They haven’t been waiting long.”

You get up from where you’re sitting on the stool, watching as your dress glimmers in the soft light. Immediately, someone jumps to fluff out the back, not wanting it to be flat. A floor-length mirror is moved to be in front of you, allowing you to see the iridescent dress. It’s primarily blue, sometimes purple, rarely pink unless you move a certain way.

“Like a soap bubble.” Your stylist remarks. “Clean.”

Of course, the colors were done with a purpose. To continue to project the idea that you’re the Capitol’s perfect darling. Maybe it’s done with the hopes that they’ll take it easy on you inside of the arena, but their opinions will change over time. They’ll smile through the gore and murder. They’ll be outraged when you try to escape.

“Thank you.” You murmur, heading for the door.

The boy seemingly jumps to open the door for you, and then he stops. You look over your shoulder at your stylist, face twisted, hoping he’ll tell him to get out of your way. Instead, you’re met with an open box, and laying right in the middle of black satin is a pair of white gloves.

They’ve got to be kidding, you think. As you force a smile to your face, you reach for the gloves, pulling them on one at a time. They’re foreign, material slightly uncomfortable against your soft hands. 

Now they open the door, letting you out.

You leave your room, going down the hall and into the living area to find Mags and Finnick. You’re greeted with a warm smile, Finnick moving across the room to hold your hand as you go down the few steps.

“Gloves?” He questions, rubbing his thumb over the material.

“I’m clean.” You roll your eyes, he lets out a breath through his nose.

“Of course you are.” He reaches to tuck a stray hair behind your ear, eyes fixated on yours.

“You’ve got that daydream look in your eye.” You murmur, stroking the side of his cheek with the back of your finger. 

It’s a look that you’re familiar with. It’s sexy, sultry. It’s what your mind clings on to when you think about him, when you dream about getting back together with him. You know that it’s a facade that he puts on for the Capitol, but he’s perfected it over these years. You can’t help falling for it, too.

“You have that red lip, classic look that I like.” Finnick murmurs. “My type in every way.”

Yes, you know. You’re Finnick’s type, because you started it. You’re the girl he loves so much that he can never get enough of, even when you’re not together. So every girl that he dates now has to have some quality of yours, because you’re the blueprint. And all the girls that come after are the copies, second editions. Clones.

But he never really needs them, because when you go crashing down, you come back every time. By your will, or the universe’s, you can never stay apart for long. You thought that the last break up was it, yet you’re here again, back to taking care of each other. You love him.

You think you love him.

“It’s time to go, we’re going to be late for check-in!” Your escort warns you two, coming down the steps. “To the elevator, let’s go.”

You reluctantly pull away from Finnick, offering him a small smile. He motions for you to go first, following behind you casually. Your escort is the last to leave the apartment, but she’s quick to enter the elevator first. She presses the buttons, holds the doors to ensure you all make it on, and then relaxes.

Once you’re on the ground floor, she loses interest in control, pushing you and Finnick to join the rest of the victors, while she takes care of the rest. This is the last time you’ll see your stylist, prep team and Mags for the night. They’ll be in the crowd, somewhere in the front row, where you’ll be able to see them when you’re on stage.

The interviews haven’t started yet, but they will be soon, judging by the giant clock on the wall, counting down from ten minutes. There’s victors scattered everywhere, friends having their own conversations. Johanna catches you two through a brief glance, waving you over to join her.

Your pace doesn’t change. You play with one of the fingers of the glove. “What’s your plan for the interview? I heard an idea going around, and I was thinking of joining in, but I wanted to hear what you’re doing first.”

“I wrote a poem.” Finnick shrugs, “For a girl.”

You blink, face twisting as you slow down. “Why would you do a poem for me when I’m with you?”

Finnick opens his mouth, and then closes it.

Your body warms as you come to a stop in the hallway. Finnick’s lips are pressed together, head slightly tilted. “It’s for Annie, isn’t it?” You ask. “I heard you’ve been out and about with some other girl.”

Some other girl, you mock in your head. It’s Annie. He’s been out with Annie, part of the reason why you think your relationship has failed in the past. It’s no coincidence it started after she won. You had a feeling there was something going on between them before you left District Four, but you were just going to ignore it because it couldn’t have been true. Finnick wouldn’t cheat.

“What you heard is true, but I can’t stop thinking about you and I.” Finnick reaches to take your hands, squeezing them. 

You sigh, “I’ve been there too a few times.”

--

this was part of my 3k celebration!!

[stariwrites]

This is probably incomprehensible cause it’s 2am where I am but I had to get this out.

GN reader x Jason Todd, pining, summer, basically just that feeling where you’re hanging out and don’t want it to be over. The song they’re singing in this is Granite by Sleep Token. This is incredibly self indulgent.

“We’ll have to do this again sometime,” Roy said, opening the car door. The lights blinded you at first, so used to the only glow coming from the radio.

Jason smiled, the two doing their excessive secret hand shake from a time where they were both younger, sidekicks of Batman and Green Arrow alike. You watched them in awe.

You wondered what it must be like to have that kind of closeness with somebody—not that you didn’t have close friends, but none of you had your own handshake or secret language that followed Roy and Jason. It made something settle heavy in your chest.

Roy looked back at you, giving you a fist bump. “You’re gonna join too, right?”

Warmth settled in your chest as you nodded with a smile. “I’d love to!”

He cheered stepping out of the car while Jason turned to face you from the driver’s side. He gestured to the now vacant passenger seat.

“You can move up front, if you want.”

If he noticed your surprise, he said nothing. You undid your seatbelt and got out of the car. Roy held the door open for you, dramatically. You smiled. Even though it was your first time meeting Jason’s friends it felt like you had known them your whole life.

“Why thank you,” you said hopping into the passenger seat.

Jason rolled his eyes at the display. “Get inside, Roy. It’s cold.”

“It’s summer.”

“Shut up.”

You giggled while Roy finally went to go inside his house. The two of you waited in silence, making sure he got in okay. Once he shot a thumbs up from inside, Jason began to pull out of his driveway.

The music was quiet, calm. You watched the scenery as Jason drove. The night had crept in on the three of you, after visiting various places and restaurants it was time to call it a night.

“Thank you,” you said. Ending the quiet between the two of you.

“For what?”

You shrugged continuing to look out the windshield. “For inviting me, your friends are really sweet.”

He snorts, putting his blinker on. His eyes glow in the dim light of the car. He looks beautiful basked in the various lights of the moon and radio.

“Wait until you hang out with them more, they’re menaces I swear.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Takes one to know one I guess.”

He scoffs. “Rude.”

“Am I wrong?”

He hums, pretending to mull it over. He keeps one hand on the wheel while the other rests under his chin. “I suppose not.”

You sit a little straighter, basking in your small victory. He shakes his head, noticing. He has that look in his eyes, the one that took you a while to decipher but one you figured out anyway. He did it every time you acted a little too dramatic or did one of your quirks.

At first you didn’t know what to make of it but now you know it means one word and only one word: Cute.

It isn’t until then that you notice the song playing and gasp. “I love this song!” You say excitedly.

Jason glances between you and the radio before turning it up.

“Sulfur on your breath. Granite in my chest. You will never have to talk about it. You never want to talk about it.”

Warmth pools in your chest at the action. Happily, you hum along to the song and begin to dance slightly. You catch Jason stealing glances through the corner of your eye.

“I was more than just a body in your passenger seat. You were more that just somebody I was destined to meet. I see you go half blind when you're looking at me. But I am.”

Without warning, Jason puts the windows down, allowing the summer night air to fly through the car. You laugh, looking at Jason. He wears a large troublemaking grin, his black hair flying in the wind. Your breath is stolen from your lungs just looking at him. For the first time since you’ve met him, he looks like any other twenty year old you’ve met; carefree and full of life.

“When you sit there, acting like you know me, acting like you only brought me in to get below me. Never mind the death threats. Parting at the door. We'd rather be six feet under than be lonely.”

You watch the houses pass by and think about how many people you’ve just woken up when it hits you. You’re going back home, part of you never wants this to end.

The realization is a bitter one: you don’t want to go home.

You want to stay here at this moment screaming to this song with Jason. Both of you head banging and laughing at one another while screaming the lyrics like you’re the only two people to exist in the whole world.

You wonder if you’ve ever felt this free before, when you watch Jason once more. He drums on the steering wheel, his voice deep and hypnotic, your heart twists. You wish you could hold his hand.

Before you know it, the song ends and the two of you pull up to your house. He turns the radio down and turns to you, hair still a mess. You smile fondly.

“Tonight was fun,” he says, carding fingers through his hair.

“It was.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and pull your arms over your head. “Not to quote Roy, but he’s right. We should do this again.” You hide the disappointment of the night ending tucked away. You open the car door just as Jason does.

He rounds the front of the car and hugs you. You return the hug, it’s comforting. You feel safe, always feel safe whenever Jason hugs you.

The two of you pull away as you nudge him playfully. “Let me know when you get home. Okay?” It contains the words you want to say but aren’t ready to. I love you, be safe.

Jason ruffles your hair. “I will relax.”

Satisfied with his answer you walk up your front steps and put your key into the lock. Before you get inside he calls after you.

“Hey!” His eyebrows pinch together. He goes to speak before hesitating. He finally settles on two words.

“Sleep well.”

I love you too.

[transingthoseformers]

I was looking through TvTropes Apocalyptic index, and the whole Born After the End happens to have a few dedicated to the Transformers, namely with at least 3 different examples:

Hot Rod is described in the G1 fiction as being created after the Autobots abandoned their homeworld and has only known Earth as his home (this coming from a stand alone storybook rather than the cartoon or any comics), Bumblebee being the youngest Autobot in the G1 and Aligned continuities, and the Rescue Bot Academy bots being born after the war and Cybertron's revival.

It occurs to me that the Terrans might as well be in that Born After the End situation, as they have never known Cybertron and do not know of the war aside from what their older peers tell them about. And it seems like Earthspark is leaning towards the idea that Bumblebee (and perhaps Arcee, since she seems to fit into that role) as being the last Autobots created on Cybertron, with most of the surviving Autobots and Decepticons being the older generation. In fact, I would go so far to venture that of the Autobots and Decepticons present, it seems like Bumblebee, Arcee, Swindle, Hardtop and perhaps the Seeker Trio are probably the youngest of the bots and cons present.

I kind of bring this up do to a prevalent fan theory that speculates that Bumblebee is a child soldier. I just think he was born during the middle of the war and thus doesn't remember a time before there was a war and so his old habits and calling people by their titles rather than addressing them by name. I firmly believe Arcee is older than him, since she acts like an older sister but seems to be younger than say Optimus and Megatron. I'm also of the opinion that Bumblebee likes being around adults more than teaching kids (at least in the first episodes of Earthspark) mainly because for most of his life, he's never known any Transformer younger than himself.

This also brings me to Hot Rod. If the series was to introduce Hot Rod, they could make him either a protoform stolen by Quintessons or one of the last protoforms taken off of Cybertron and thus has no idea what Cybertron is like. I kind of feel if Earthspark introduces off-world Transformers, they could have them either never know of Cybertron, only hearing about it from their older peers and parents.

Oooo so that'd be fascinating, because it makes total sense given what we see that in other continuities Bee was very much a child soldier (bayverse and tfp are the first that come to mind, with in bayverse we're directly told he's an equivalent age to Sam)

[tyrantisterror]

what do you like about vampires that appeals to you?

Man, it's hard to articulate my answer to this. There's just so much to like!

Vampires have this quintessential Gothic Horror spookiness to them - all those motifs of decay and things that were lost or forgotten rising from the grave to remind us of their terrible presence, lingering well past the point where they should have left. Their almost the personification of that genre in my mind, really - sentimental and melodramatic, tragic and camp and terrifying and alluring.

They're creatures who straddle two different worlds and belong to neither - between life and death, human and maneater, person and monster. They have to pretend to be what they once were to continue their current and often miserable existence as something quite different.

I like them best when their nature as shapeshifters is highlighted - Stoker went off when he gave them, like, fifty fucking different forms. Particles dancing in moonlight, creeping green fog, bats, wolves, swarms of rats, all excellent, allowing vampires to be truly versatile threats despite their many weaknesses, and playing with the idea of them as ambush predators. Always hiding behind a new mask, waiting for you to get close so they can strike.

They have the guile to look human until they're ready to sink their teeth into you, and that's terrifying.

But there's also a pathos inherent to them, a tragedy. Whether they know it or not, vampires are, for all their power, pathetic. They can never be what they once were, their humanity stolen from them. Many of them are reduced to acting as parasites, hiding on the fringes as they struggle to maintain their existence in a world that (often rightly) hates them for it. Many are cursed with the memory of what it was to be human, which makes the inescapable nature of their current cursed half-life all the more tragic.

And all of that is really juicy from a writing/drawing perspective... but, more importantly given the discussion that prompted this ask, it's really fucking hot.

They're basically orchid mantises, after all - predators in an alluring shape by design, meant to lure you close so they can fucking get you. Vampires have been sexualized so heavily in fiction in part because that works with their monster concept - they are predators who wear human faces to catch their prey (which is probably why they're so often put up against their sibling monster archetype, werewolves, who are their opposite - predators that strip themselves of human skin to hunt), so it only makes sense for that face to be hot. And there's something enticing about being lured into something pleasingly dangerous - erotically life-threatening.

I mean, so long as it stays strictly fantasy, of course. Which, vampires being not real, it kind of has to.

It also helps that a lot of vampires - not all or even most, but a lot - seem to have so much fucking fun being vampires. I think the appeal of rooting for monster characters lies in feeling monstrous yourself, and in that case there is something so appealing about the vampire's transgressive existence - that yes, they are predators of humans and enemies of the species they once belonged to, but that's a problem for the normies, not the vampire.

They're lonely and wicked and tragic and maniacal, and they want to hold you down firmly but perhaps a bit gently as they tenderly move your head to one side and lean in for a deadly kiss that is almost always portrayed as more sexual than painful despite its lethal consequences... like, it's perilous, yes, but it's romantically perilous, right? Especially since they often seem very keen to let you join them, to share eternal cursed life as part of their deadly embrace... it's a dark, fucked up sort of fantasy, but it's one that can seem really appealing if you have the right things wrong with you.

Also, fangs, goth wardrobe, red or yellow eyes with slit nocturnal pupils, nosferatu claws... like I'm not going to justify it those things are just hot to me.

[gamerwoo]

hansol/mingyu: the lovers playlist

characters: mingyu x female reader (mentions of hansol x female reader)

genre/warnings: idol au, friends to ????, one-sided pining, angst

word count: 1,034

summary: she has no idea that i’m even here

a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics

previous song | next song | back to playlist

Mingyu watched you watch Hansol, a sad and longing look on your face as you stood among 4 other members of your group. You were too busy being stuck on Hansol since it was the first time you’d seen him since him and Ivory went public, so you didn’t feel the weight of Mingyu’s stare.

Hybe was doing some field day thing where all the groups in teams of 5 would compete against each other, and it was all being filmed. It just so happened that both you and Hansol volunteered to be there -- well, more like your group volunteered you without thinking Hansol could show up.

But the truth is; She has no idea that I’m even here; She has no idea that I’m even here.

Mingyu stood under their tent while Hansol played music on his small bluetooth speaker that he brought just to pass the time between filming. Minghao was sitting at the table with Hansol, watching Mingyu watch you watch Hansol. Meanwhile, Seungcheol and Soonyoung were stretching since they were taking this competition very seriously.

Ever since the last time he saw you a couple week ago, Mingyu wouldn’t leave you alone. He’d texted you once a day since, and you never replied. You kept trying to tell him that you were going to be fine and it would be better if the two of you weren’t friends, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. You appreciated what he’d done for you, and you knew he said he would let you heal however you wanted, but you also knew it was probably for the best that you cut every aspect of Hansol out of your life -- including his members.

Mingyu, however, was persistent.

Which was why he was standing in front of you now, suddenly blocking your view.

Get a grip, slip and trip over clumsy careless words, words words.

Mingyu could still hear the music -- albeit quietly -- from all the way over where the other 4 Seventeen boys were preparing for the first round of games.

You’d already filmed the intro, putting on your best unbothered face and acting completely normal between stolen glances. You weren’t surprised that Hansol couldn’t go fifteen minutes without listening to music.

“You okay?” he asked sincerely, head tilting slightly to one side like a puppy.

“Mingyu...” you sighed, closing your eyes like you were getting a headache.

“Hi, Mingyu!” Haeun chirped from the grass where she was doing leg stretches. “Good to see you again!”

He offered her a polite smile and a hello before he focused on you again, ignoring Soey, Mars, and Mori as they whispered together at the table. Their side-eyed glances told him that they were definitely talking about him -- or both of you. Whether it was good or bad, he didn’t know nor care.

Now there’s so much of me telling me not to leave every time I see your face.

You had looked at Haeun to glare at her for talking to Mingyu, and when you looked back to meet his eyes, he felt his heart flutter. Even though you looked annoyed at him for coming to talk to you, he couldn’t help but feel butterflies. Not seeing you for two and a half weeks was far too long for him.

Because every time you come around; Love, you take my breath away.

“We had this discussion, Mingyu,” you reminded him firmly, though your voice was quiet.

He recalled. After you brought him to the door, you told him you shouldn’t hang out anymore, and then you closed the door. He texted you when he got home anyway, and continued to do so every single day afterwards in hopes of breaking your walls down. He knew you were just trying to push him away because it hurt being reminded of Hansol, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him.

‘Don’t be in love with him,’ he kept wanting to tell you, holding onto your shoulders to make you look into his eyes, ‘I’m right here and I love you!’

She’s so close when I’m so far away, when I’m so far away; Let me dream, let me stay.

But he never did that, and he was sure he never would.

“I took that as more of a suggestion,” he grinned cheekily, and you knew he was just trying to make you laugh.

Unfortunately, his stupid lopsided smile made you let out a small chuckle, which only made his smile brighter.

“Mingyu--”

“We were friends when you would hang out with Hansol,” he interrupted before you could tell him the same bullshit about being friends, just worded differently, probably. “Just because he hurt you doesn’t mean I did, too. I still want to be your friend, _____.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, “You were fun. And as your friend, it makes me sad to see you so sad over him.”

You sighed again, “Mingyu, we--”

“Let’s hang out once,” he stated. “Just give me one try to make you feel a little better. If you hate it, I’ll leave you alone forever if you really want me to.”

She’s so close when I’m so far away, when I’m so far away; I can sleep, I can dream, I can change.

You studied him, trying to weigh the options. As much as you didn’t want any part of Hansol seeping into your life, you were pretty sure Mingyu would harass you to no end if you didn’t accept his stupid deal.

But before you could open your mouth, the producers called for filming to start again, and for everyone to go back to their places.

“I’ll text you,” he promised with another smile, his eyes lingering for a second longer before he turned and jogged back to his group.

She has no idea-dea-dea.

The music got louder as he got closer. His group was beginning to stand so they could gather at the edge of their tent.

She has no idea-dea-dea.

Hansol was reaching to turn off the speaker as Mingyu took his spot between Soonyoung and Minghao, his eyes finding you again.

She has no idea-dea-dea.

But your eyes, once again, found Hansol.

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[dkniade]

Fontaine AQ Act II Part iii. Neuvillette’s monologue towards Navia at Callas’ grave. 4.2 spoilers

Hm. I think, in subtle ways, Focalors’ plan and Furina’s act has been foreshadowed since act one. (E.g. Lyney’s performance, Lynette disguising herself as Lyney while Lyney investigates the Oratrice, that guy crushed by the box is like Focalors’ execution, Furina’s monologue after Tartaglia’s guilty verdict, etc)

There was once a time when I didn't want to believe that there could be anything more important to humans than life itself. No, rather than that, it's probably more truthful to say I didn't believe humans were capable of resisting the most basic instinct of living things. That they could rebel against their own nature, or consider certain things to be more important than their own lives. Which is also why I didn't stop your father from beginning that fateful duel...

I believed that a truly innocent man would never throw away his life like that. That there was nothing... should have been nothing more important than one's own continued survival. But Mr. Callas proved me utterly and decisively wrong. If not for his sacrifice, the serial disappearances case would have remained unsolved to this day. Mr. Callas made the choice he did for his daughter, for his associates, and for many people completely unrelated to him... And in the end, from a certain perspective, one could say that he did it all for the sake of justice. A justice that is higher than... life itself.

So, you asked me why I came here. I just wanted to say my apologies to Mr. Callas in person... I should have noticed all of this much sooner. This regret has filled me with a sadness that has haunted me for days.

So here, this again foreshadows Focalors’ sacrifice. If Neuvillette didn’t think humans could “consider certain things to be more important than their own lives” then I suppose he certainly wouldn’t think an Archon (that is, Focalors) that wields power stolen from him would consider sacrificing herself to return his power back to him…

[synth-spinner]

@milimeters-morales GWAHHH THANK U THANK U FOR ASKING!!! ITS A JOY TO THINK ABT THIS💥 AND I HAVE SO MACH TO SAY BUT BASICALLY !!! Superior visits earth 1048 sometimes using the dimension hopper device thing <3 AND HIM AND PS4 PETER HAVE GOT A FATHER SON RELATIONSHIP GOIN AWN PLUS THEY HELP EACH OTHER HEAL AND GROW !!!!! superior also would have some freakang awesome interactions with certain other characters in e1048 too :3 I'm just gonna explain the set up then I'll just say a few things :3 other ideas I can say in the future !! When I develop them more<3

Superior and ps4 meet during the spidergeddon event :3 and ofc when ps4 first learns that superior is otto who's stolen his peters body it brings up a whole load of trauma </3 he even says like I know what you've done to your peter.. you're worse than my otto ever was :( and I was like GWAGHH...<-had been thinking abt them meeting before I found out they DID actually meet in the comics

Anyway there r definitely some ISSUES ! Superior has also worked quite hard to protect the spiders so far and he is trying to be a better person so hearing ps4 spidey, a peter parker, say that to him probably hurt a bit :( cuz like he KNOWWSS‼️‼️ it's just a reminder that his existence contradicts the person he wants to be and .. grughh..

BUT!!! After peter sees superior try so so hard to save them and be a good person (keyword try, he can be pretty morally dubious at times) he's like hey.. you're actually trying to be a hero, you're not that bad... and starts trusting him a lil more.. <3 and then there's THIS freaking thang

AND BWAAHHHH THEY CARE !! THEY THE ONLY ONES WHO GET IT FRR THEY CAN HELP EACH OTHER !!!! WAAHH,, its helping ps4 to see an otto octavius who HAS gone down a path of villainy like his otto actually come back from that and start trying to be a good guy again,, even going so far as to say superior reminds him of his otto .. which is like.. bwuh.. means superior is at least decently niceys to remind peter of his old mentor/father figure,,, And of course its helping superior to know that a peter parker believes in him and his efforts to be a hero <33 despite his existence being a product of a horrible act.. <33

In my mind I'm a little sillay <3 superior here isn't from the main timeline (actually canon) so I just stay silly with it and say that he does the whole spidergeddon thing then returns to his timeline without much time passing and continues to save the day in his own universe👍 so no consequences there </3 however since he's had more experience and tech (and some advice from ps4 peter :3) he's able to resolve the goblin nation thing without sacrificing himself and well yeah that's a lil selfish but let's ALSO just say superior's peter parkers consciousness does not reform from his memories so there's nobody to give the body back to </3

Anyway now superior has a life in his own universe with Anna maria and also he's a teacher at Horizon/ Horizon Uni ^_^ the whole teacher thing was an idea from my big brain superior spidey mutual @ztu2455 who has such awesome ideas <3 Tu if u see this I BEG of u to share and post ur ideas so I can rb :3 they r so awesome‼️<3333

Anyway he's doin pretty good all things considered :3 this is the part where I just get silly with it. He still has a dimension hopper thingamajig from spidergeddon and uses it to visit e-1048 every now and then :3 !! 💕 which slowly becomes a regular thing and he learns more abt peters world and meets miles and ganke anddd sometimes he brings Anna maria along maybe :3 FOUND FAMYY NOWWW!!! He has some CHOICE words for jjj (like in the games where people would call in to his podcast to be like UHMM ACTUALLY HE SAVED US !!!") yeah he would defend the 1048 spideys with his life <3

Miles would definitely be pretty wary of him at first but he trusts peters judgement and gets to know superior and maaan superior cares so much abt him hes gonna be one of those really mother hen uncle figures and give miles soo much advice on how to fight and stay safe and strategise and <3333 he would make GADGETS for them too I bet <3

And and he would looove ganke because.. he gets it.. a young genius surrounded by super people but he himself doesn't have powers.. something something metaphor .. but he's so loved and supported and appreciated by everyone in his life... superior would be OVERJOYED to see that ‼️ He would give Ganke some guidance for his tech and coding stuff (tho he doesn't need that much and learns pretty quickly) and he'd praise ganke and the spiders soo much cuz he wants to be the father figure he never had.. especially to all these people who believe in him and appreciate him for who he is ... grughaghhhh..

Anyway can you tell I'm normal abt these spiders <3

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

I agree with your anon, yeah I'm sorry jk's stalked (I'd still like to remind everyone how fans were applauding him for being a rebel for doing lives however and whenever he wanted but now no one likes to mention that) but look how he speaks out once it bothers HIM. It's so funny how similar his tone was to when th b*tched on weverse when it was smth he wanted to speak out on yet both never cared for the harm their shippers cause and lets not fool ourselves they're well aware of it all. I also agree to an extend when pjms say jm had serious criminal violation of privacy involving his documents and active death threats and he never made a victim of himself and none of those things can be said to have been fueled by his own actions either.

I personally think lives from his house are okay and shouldn't pose any danger. It all started when BTS went into hiatus and I'm sure all angles were considered, both from the company and the members themselves (about doing lives from their homes).

However, I've always said that his words and behavior was dangerous. Falling asleep on camera, the continuous and excessive flirting, help me wash up, do you want me to pick you up from work, yes this is a date, we're on a date. It's all stuff he says to the fans from inside of his house. It gives people the wrong idea. He's made himself seem available to the fans. I've always said that I don't think it's appropriate of him to make such comments.

I'm not justifying stalkers, and I've said that BTS members do put boundaries but fans usually don't care anyways and they cross those lines. People will always cross the line somehow. But I do believe Jungkook could've avoided this. Of course, he probably didn't think it was possible for something like this to happen.

Everyone knows where all the members live, yet Jungkook seems to be the only one who goes through stalking and/or invasion of privacy like this. It has happened twice already in two months? I'm sure the other members also get followed around and stalked, maybe to a lesser degree, but only going from what we know, there's a pattern.

I couldn't help thinking too that there's an element of image in rejecting the fans food. Aside from the obvious danger in eating something a stranger left at your door, it would reflect really bad on him to accept people buying food for him. Fansites used to send expensive and copious amounts of gifts to BTS until 2017. After DNA, BTS said they would no longer accept material presents from fans, only letters were allowed. I couldn't help but to think about that, too. A multimillionaire accepting food from fans. He just can't, from several moral standpoints.

There is no excuse for what happened to Jimin with his insurance issue. And yes, it was criminal. As weird as sending food or gifts to someone who didn't ask for them can be, it's not a criminal act. But having your house documents and personal ID numbers stolen and leaked, it is a criminal act. Not to mention it was apparently Jungkook stans / taekookers who leaked it. Any other company would've already had something resolved on the case but instead hybe just said "oops, my bad" and moved on. I don't think there's anything Jimin could've said anyways because the damage was already done, the information was out there already, and he isn't really one to go out and talk about his personal life like that. Even more considering that it wasn't even his fault, since the company was in charge of his medical insurance.

[rhineposting]

What do you think about Eda and her sudden transformation into a mom for everyone?

While I wouldn't say she became a mother for Everyone, I still have some thoughts to share regarding that evolution! More below the cut, as always!

Contrary to the claim presented above by anon, it wasn't that sudden. Of course, in the first episodes she called the ten year old living in her house a roommate and initially wanted the 14 year old from another dimension to be her helper, nothing about her was remotely motherly, but the viewer can clearly see the slow progression. As she got to know Luz more and more, we can see how the girl altered her views on many things by simply being around - thus forcing Eda to reconsider both Luz and herself more and more. In the Intruder as well as "Hooty's Moving Hassle" we see her realizing Luz' potential, alongside potentially seeing her younger self in Luz. After all, projecting isn't always a bad thing, though most of the time it does lead to severe misunderstandings. In Eda's case though, that just helped her realize what Luz needed as a fellow weirdo in order to thrive - since Eda probably didn't have that kind of guidance back in the day. I personally think that's where their bond truly began to evolve. From then on, we see that she does her best to give Luz the opportunities she deserves to thrive. However by that point, she still doesn't consider herself a maternal figure to both King and Luz. However, we do see in "Lost in Language" that she actually does have a deeply repressed need to perform the role of a caretaker - despite initially despising the idea of caring for the Bat Babies, when the time came to get them under control, she knew exactly what to do and was visibly happy with both the process and in the results - cuddling three infants without a care in the world, and then being even more visibly distraught then dissappointed when they disappeared. (Also let's not forget how she had a book with stories for kids at the ready at her house.) That goes to show that those feelings didn't appear out of nowhere. They were always there - repressed after years of being forced to be alone due to the curse and being chased by the law. After losing Lilith to the Emperor's Coven, hurting her father because of the curse, as well as breaking up with Raine as she was too scared to open up to them, it all lead to a wall forming around her - protecting her from making yet another attachement. One that Luz' presence broke through, per Eda's own words : "Dang it kid, your nonsense has gotten into my head." Eda got to know Luz, and in turn herself - realizing that being someone's caretaker and protector is what truly makes her happy and fulfilled, and that by living alone and for no one she was just wasting her life : which finally culminated in Agony of a Witch. Not only do we see Eda willing to sacrifice herself for Luz, in the next episode she says herself that she doesn't regret anything because she got to meet her. In season 2, now that she's happier with herself as a person, she only continued to act upon that deeply internalized need. Because that's good writing. You can't just add an important trait onto a character and then remove it with the next season. And, as it happens with love, it's contagious. It was only a matter of time before she assumed the maternal/caretaker role with "everyone" as anon put it, which...As far as I remember still only includes Luz, King and then the BATTs and partially Hunter, but he didn't stick around long enough to truly feel that love. He doesn't count. In "Them's the Breaks, Kid" as well as "Something Ventured, Someone Framed" it's also revealed that she felt responsible for Lilith and her well-being, going as far as to causing a scene to get her stolen lunch money back, or signing herself up for extra activities to escape expulsion, in order to stay with her. TL;DR No, her being a maternal figure wasn't sudden. Her actively enjoying taking the role of a caretaker was consistently and slowly built up over the course of the show, not a sudden retcon for the sake of feels. Hope that answers your question sufficiently!!

[reader-has-entered-the-chat]

When I see the orb of violet light in front of me, I immediately recognize it. It might’ve been millennia since I last saw it, but how could I forget the gods who cursed me to remain undying?

I hesitate. Should I approach it? Should I ignore it?

I sigh and lift my hand, lightly touching it.

The instant I do so, a loud voice booms.

“So we meet again, Woe.”

“Yeah. Been a while, Zeus. How’ya doing?”

“Your crimes,” the voice continues, ignoring me, “have been sufficiently punished. You may regain mortality should you desire to do so.”

Suddenly, I find myself shaking. Anger? Joy?

“Excuse me? What the fuck?”

“You heard me, Woe.”

“Stop- stop calling me that. ‘Woe’ was never my name.”

I swear I hear the voice laughing, but I might’ve just imagined it.

“Then what is your name?”

My fists tremble in anger. How dare he do this? Those gods can go fuck themselves.

“You stole it from me. You know that. You stole my name. You stole my life.”

“Do you want it back? I will return to you both your name and your humanity. All you have to say is ‘yes’.”

I scoff. What is he expecting? That I’ll just go with it, acting like a little puppet?

“No.”

“What?”

“You heard me. No. I don’t want my mortality back.”

He’s not laughing anymore.

“What? Do you not understand this gif-…”

“Shut up. I like my life. Did you know that I became an actual doctor, years ago? Me, of all people? And, you know what, I’ve probably saved more people than I killed. I can go anywhere. Illness has no grasp on me. No virus can kill me. They call me the Doctor of Lost Causes. They worship me, those humans, while you and the others are all but forgotten. You’re the stuff of myths. Nobody believes in you anymore. Is that why you want to make me mortal again? Because you’re jealous?”

“As if I’d ever be jealous of a mortal.”

Zeus may act as if what I say is false, but I know that he’s shaken. His voice trembles, and Gods, that is satisfying.

“Not so mortal, am I? I’ve grown. And it seems like you haven’t. You know that your power’s nearly gone, with no one to worship you. Things are changing. The Old Gods are nearly dead, and your turn is coming. If it is not in a hundred, then it’ll be in a thousand years. And I’ll still be there, because humans believe in me. Worship me. I heard that there’s a temple for me in Utah. The first. Not the last. I’ll make sure of that.”

“You’re power hungry. You want to become a god.”

I laugh.

“Who wouldn’t? You thought you’d punish me, making me witness the fall of the Empire I’d built, reaching all across what’s now Europe and Asia? You think I’d wallow in self pity, seeing the few I cared about die? Did you truly believe that the Empress of Dawn wouldn’t take this as an opportunity to become greater than she ever was? Tu es naïf, Zeus. Now I scare you, and you can’t let that pass. Well, too bad for you, but there’s no way that I’ll ever give this up. Not when I’m so close to my goal.”

“Which is?”

I smile. “To destroy you and all of the other gods. Re, Odin, Anu, Izanagi, Izanami, you and all of the others, you’re going to die. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll be the last one standing. I may not remember my name, but I remember who I was. I was a killer. I was a warrior. I was an Empress. And I’ll soon be a god. So go, now, and enjoy what little time you’ve got left.”

I remove my hand from the orb, ending the conversation. A smile creeps up my lips. Humans trust me now. They forgot who I was, because their ancestors would’ve imprisoned me for eternity. It’s a good thing that humanity has a short memory. Because I will rule this world, and take everything back that was stolen from me.

Get ready for chaos.

You were given immortality to atone for your horrific crimes against humanity. You wander the earth for millennium. Finally, you are given the option to revoke your immortality and end your suffering. You deny it.

[casspurrjoybell-25]

Cold as Ice - Chapter 45 - Part 2

*Warning - Adult Content*

Wren Ridley

Landon hadn't told me much about his upbringing but it didn't take a genius to figure out that it wasn't good.

I had already decided that Landon's father was an evil man and should be punished eternally in hell for whatever he did to him.

"He's good at faking," Landon said.

"He can keep up appearances but at home, it was a different story. He made me work so hard because he had a dream for me. He wanted to live vicariously through me, so I had to be exactly as he wanted. His perfect Christian son."

"So, what is it, he couldn't achieve what he wanted with his life, so he had you to do it for him?" I asked.

It seemed like a case of a father whose dreams were shattered so he expected his son to realize them for him, even if they didn't share the same dream.

It was like he viewed Landon as an extension of him rather than as his own person.

"Pretty much," Landon responded.

"I had to play hockey. It was never my choice. Olivia has to figure skate because that's what our parents did. We were basically born just to be younger versions of them, to live so that they could relive their glory days."

It made me angry on behalf of him to hear him say that.

It was like so much of his youth was stolen from him because his father wanted him to be his puppet instead of his child.

"My dad controlled everything," Landon continued.

"He obsessively controlled my diet. He barely let me hang out with my friends. He made me work out so hard that I threw up. My mom controls Olivia like that. In a different way but still."

"Then why would you want to face him on your own?"

"Because I'm... I'm embarrassed, Wren," Landon admitted, tightening his hold on me.

"My father wants me dead or he wishes I was never born. I have no idea what he would say or do if we saw him but I do know that I don't want you to see that."

I physically recoiled at the thought of Landon's father wanting him dead because now I was at the point where I couldn't imagine a world without him.

"He said that?" I asked.

"Apparently," Landon said, a humorless chuckle falling from his lips.

"I ran into one of my old teammates while we were skating and he told me that my father tells people that I'm dead. It kind of checks out since he wishes that was true."

That was probably why he had been acting weird.

He had been dealing with that on his own.

Seeing an old teammate, getting told his own father wants him dead, it had to take a toll on him.

"My father hates me because I'm not exactly as he wanted me to be," Landon continued.

"He basically forced me to come out to him. He already knew I was gay, he knew it for a long time, but eventually he just made me say it to his face, so I did. And then he stood up at church and told everyone that he needed help for his gay son because he didn't know what to do anymore. He didn't care that everyone I went to school with was there and he didn't care about what being outed could do to me. He wanted me to be hurt, to be forced into being straight. So he was going to send me off to conversion therapy with Elijah and his stepdad. I think he knew it wouldn't do anything. He just wanted to get rid of me."

I started to feel sick at the thought of Landon being treated that way, the thought of him being scared of what would happen to him, of him being sad and alone and humiliated.

I wished I could go back in time and protect him from that, to go back and pull him out of that church, to hold him close to me and bring him home.

If only things could have been different, if I could have met him sooner.

"Your father is a cold hearted man who doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as you," I told him in a low voice.

"If he sees you at Olivia's competition, he should know to keep walking because he doesn't deserve to even speak to you."

The two of us had accepted that if we went to this competition, we would see this man.

It was just how the universe worked.

The one person you didn't want to see would always show up.

"I still hear his voice sometimes in my head," Landon admitted after a few moments, his hand stroking my side lightly.

"Therapy has helped a lot with that but sometimes I can't block him out. I hear him calling me disgusting and worthless. Sometimes I believe him."

I grabbed onto Landon's hand and squeezed it tightly in my own as if I could take all his pain away through touch alone.

"You are neither of those things, darling," I murmured, kissing his collarbone then up to his neck and jaw.

"You are so wonderful it's nauseating but not at all disgusting."

Landon gave me a real laugh at that and I smiled against his skin.

"You should have told me about the old teammate when it happened," I told him, making circles on his chest with my finger.

"I didn't want to ruin our date," he said.

"I was trying to keep my cool about it and I didn't want you doing anything insane."

"Insane like what?"

"Like letting a bunch of bugs loose in his house or something."

"Well, I wouldn't reuse my ideas like that," I said, which caused him to let out an adorable snort.

"I would have had to figure something else out."

"Something even more insane?" he asked.

"It would depend on what he did," I replied.

Landon shook his head at me.

"You're crazy."

"Yes, yes I know," I said.

"You've used that one before. Same with infuriating."

"I don't have as big of a vocabulary as you do."

I chuckled at that and closed my eyes, cosying up against him.

My rest didn't last long because Landon eventually had to go change the laundry over and when he got up, I no longer wanted to lie down.

I grabbed my book that was laying on the nightstand and opened up the page the bookmark Landon had gotten for me was holding.

Usually, I would just remember the page I was on without a problem but I liked that this came from him.

I liked how thoughtful it was and how it would always remind me of him whenever I saw it.

Landon came back to the room after switching over the laundry and got back into bed with me, leaning his head on my shoulder as I read as if he was reading the words with me.

I knew that he wasn't but it still felt like we were doing this together.

After all that he said today, I somehow felt closer to him, like I could understand him better than before but I always felt that I was understanding him more and more all the time.

It was like any time he spoke I felt even closer to him.

I tried not to let that scare me but it did anyway.

[luky-soul]

BAHH PINNED POST JUMPSCARE!!

so straight to the point, this blog is just gonna be me talking about the story things i write/my oc's because i wanna scream about the weird gay people i made

the profile pic is of one of the main characters from "king of diamonds" but this isn't gonna be a strictly kod blog

(on the topic of the pfp, i didn't draw it, i commissioned gummy on etsy)

anyway, here's all the stories and a little description :3

King of Diamonds: in the far far future, so far in fact our continents reformed into pangea ultima, the unchecked acts of the government continue to make life worse and worse for the people, from shrinking the final remaining residential district JUNKS even more, to bio engineering beasts named "Carbonites" that feed off humans so they can sell weapons just for Carbonite removal, life is very grim. however, a group known as "Förgätmigej" aims to rectify this and "remind" everyone of better times

Divine Decay: world renowned, yet forgotten, scientist Zagreus Sunday invented something known as a "WATCH" back in 2006, and thanks to the WATCH humanity has withered away in it's immortality, his goal? maybe to repent, maybe to die for one final time, maybe he can't even remember anymore

Rotten Autumn Leaves: Autumn is a strange girl, a girl who's dealt with relentless bullying nearly her entire life, with her only saving grace being her friend Dís. until Dís moved away that is. since then, Autumn never functioned, choosing to rot away in bed and let mold take her instead of moving on. but amidst her jealousy of her friends happy life, one day, she awoke in the past? an alternate reality? the after life?

Flowers in Hell: in the city of Hysteria, any and all scientific or technological advancement was stolen from the nearly immortal Cronqvist family. known for devouring people countless years ago, now they remain chained away in the basement of the biggest building in Hysteria for whenever their knowledge is next needed. but one day, paired alongside the murder of the mayor, Alucard was broken free from his chains and kidnapped by a strange witch named Etro

so those are all the ones i plan to talk about :3

i'll probably add tags later to easily sort through them but for now with the whole lot of nothing on this blog i think it's fine to leave it as is lol

[luvyanfei]

anon said. ooo a new blog! can you do confession headcanons where xiao, childe, and scaramouche react to reader confessing to them and the aftermath of it? thank you!  

a/n. xiao’s is kind of terrible ;; ue ue gomenasai

“i love you, [character’s name].”

SCARAMOUCHE.

huh? is this some kind of a joke? if so, it’s definitely not a good idea to mess with his feelings like this, especially when he also shares the same sentiment. scaramouche is almost impressed by your boldness. not everyone has the nerve to confess their love for a harbinger in front of their own faces, after all. when he’s hit with the realization that you’re serious, he secretly pinches himself to make sure he’s not in a dream.

the sharp pain that comes with his nails making contact with his flesh affirms that this is real. he stifles back a genuine smile, choosing to stay calm despite the bliss he’s currently feeling. “i guess it can’t be helped. hmph, you should be lucky i’m rather fond of you as well, [name].” he says that, but he’s the fortunate one to have successfully stolen your heart before others can claim you for themselves.

unfortunately, his time with you is quite limited due to his affiliation with the fatui, so any fleeting moments are captured in photos from the kamera to look back on. he secretly carries a picture of you while he’s out of town on important missions so that he won’t miss you too badly. he fondly looks at your still, yet smiling face to cheer him up after a tough work while everyone else is asleep. well, almost everyone.  

“hmm, who’s that in your hands, scaramouche?” childe asks, gesturing to the photo the harbinger is admiring fondly. scaramouche rolls his eyes to hide his slight embarrassment and hesitates a bit before he answers.  

“oh them? their name is [name], my... sibling.” childe almost gapes in disbelief as he looks at the blue-haired man in shock. 

“you have a sibling? why didn’t you tell me? they’re so cute!” the 11th harbinger squeals in delight, which honestly irks poor scaramouche. he scoots away to give himself some space as he tucks the picture in his pocket for safe-keeping. 

“you didn’t bother to,” he explains matter-of-factly. “now if you’ll excuse me,” he stands up from his crouched position and dusts himself, “i’m going to take a walk, alone.” 

he wanders through a dark forest and grassy fields, until he finds himself standing on top of a cliff, the moon glowing brightly above. he peers up at the twinkling stars in the sky and imagines you beside him, watching the breathtaking view together. humming an unfamiliar tune to himself, scaramouche muses over the past and replays your confession over and over again. if he could, he would respond differently than he did before. 

‘i love you.’ those three letter words echo in his ears like a melody and he allows himself to smile. 

“i love you too, [name].” 

XIAO.

he automatically perks up an eyebrow in confusion. what? is it just him or did you seriously admitted you love him? xiao stammers for a brief second, no words spilling out from his partially open mouth. what is he supposed to say? “thank you?” “i love you too?” 

when he pulls himself together, xiao shakes his head and frowns. his answer is clear and simple: no. you mortals don’t understand just how dangerous it is to get close with someone like him - a yaksha. drowning in the brink of debt and despair, he doesn’t need you to suffer all the same. the dejected expression on your face pains him to a considerable degree, yet he convinces himself, this is for your own good. 

since then, he avoids you like the plague in hopes that your feelings for him will disperse into flames. you deserve someone better, someone who won’t place you in harm’s way, someone unlike him. out of kindness, you still visit him from time to time while you go and do your daily commissions, but your interaction is heavily tense and an air of discomfort seeps through your gaze. why does his chest hurt as if he was impaled with a knife and so much more when you look at him like that? the thought of breaking down and revealing the truth that he’s also in love with you tempts him eagerly, but his pride and anxiety tides over his desires. 

you, on the other hand, is aware that xiao harbors feelings for you. you discovered this secret of his when you climbed the stairs to the spot on the balcony where he was to surprise him with a greeting, but your ears captured a faint voice in the night breeze and you couldn’t stop yourself from eavesdropping on the little conversation xiao was having with himself. he muttered about “rex lapis”, the fate of liyue, and etc. you were about to leave him to his own devices, but the next words he said stopped you in your tracks. 

“will [name] accept me if i say i love them? probably not, i suppose.” you left before he could spare a glance in your direction and a smile graced your features as you happily walked away. and being the persistent individual that you are, you inquire verr on why he’s acting so cold towards you, desperate to seek the answer you need. “xiao is, as you’re well aware, a yaksha who’s experienced hardships throughout his life, and probably lost loved ones along the way. i’m sure,” she turns to look at the setting sun in melancholy, “he doesn’t want to hurt anyone important to him again.”

you plan ahead of time for the best way to approach him without giving him any chance to escape. unfortunately, this is the only thing you can think of as you place a hand on either side of his head, trapping him between you and the wall. xiao looks at you curiously, devoid of amusement. he crosses his arms and frowns. 

“what are you doing?” your hands twitch and you chew on your bottom lip nervously before you explain yourself.

“i heard from verr why you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder, that you don’t want to hurt anyone important to you, but...” you trail off to blink back the tears threatening to burst. 

“it hurts, when you ignore me like this.” your voice is quiet enough that he needs to step closer to hear you. “it hurts how selfless you are. can’t you be selfish just once? i meant what i said and i’ll say it again. i love you.” 

xiao stammers, at a loss for words, before he starts sniffling and buries himself in your arms, crying out apologies as you stroke the back of his hair and gives a closed-eye smile. “it’s okay, xiao. i’m sorry too, for not realizing how much you’ve been suffering by yourself. you don’t have to carry the burden alone anymore,” you say, looking into his tear-filled eyes, “i will always be here with you, no matter what path you choose to take.” 

“even if that path may eventually hurt you?” he whispers in a cracked voice, fingers curling around your sleeves. you nod. 

“it’s worth the pain as long as i can hold you in my arms, like this.” he chokes out a bitter chuckle and wipes away the glistening tears. 

“i love you too, [name].” 

CHILDE.

the harbinger blinks his cerulean eyes once, then twice, and... you find yourself pulled into his arms, as his lips uplift into a jovial smile. “really? you love me? [name], i had no idea you held such deep admiration for me.” you playfully roll your eyes and chuckle as you wrap your own arms around his body, fondly reciprocating his affection.

he’s the fastest to accept your confession than the other two men. you’d bet he would scamper to where he’s staying at to tell every grain of detail to his adoring relatives. 

he writes letters to his siblings about your daily dates and the progress you two are making in your relationship. they tease him for the most part, but they’re happy that he’s found the love of his life and requests that he bring you along with him on his next visit. childe smiles in relief, content that they accept you already despite never meeting you and he asks you if you’d like to come with him to his home country where you can introduce yourself to his family. without hesitation, you agree instantly, eager to meet the siblings he gushes about. 

snezhnaya is colder than you thought, as you hug yourself to preserve your warmth, even with the layers of clothing wrapped around you. “we’re almost there, [name].” childe notices your trembling and rubs his gloved hands against your back. “sorry, it’s a bit chilly here, but please bear with me.” 

you nod and continue on. when a building enters your field of sight, childe stops and grins shyly at you. “this is the place.” breath materializes in front of you as he gestures for you to head on in. almost immediately are you greeted with a little embrace as a young boy wraps his fingers around your waist and grins up at you. 

“so you’re the one who big brother said he’s in love with? have you kissed before? when is your wedding?” the child bombards you with questions excitedly and a girl has to pull him away from you, tonia, you guess. 

“teucer,” childe scolds gently, a light blush colouring his cheeks, which does not go unnoticed in his siblings’ eyes, unfortunately for him. 

a wedding, huh? seeing the sparkle in your eyes, the laughter in your voice, and the warmth of your touch as you idly chat with his siblings makes him hope, that maybe in the distant future, he’ll brave himself to take the next step to further deepen your relationship, for he wants to be with you always. 

as he tucks away the last sleeping child, childe wanders in to your shared bedroom, surprised you’re still awake. “you really love them a lot, huh childe?” he nods seriously, as you pull him to lie down comfortably into bed. 

“but do you know something else?” his breath tickles your ear as he intertwines his fingers with yours, offering a meek smile. you shake your head and nuzzle closer to him. 

“i love you too, [name].” 

[leviathans-body-pillow]

Mc was a spicy accountant before being taken to Devildom

Warnings: nsfw-ish, sex work mention

Lucifer

He honestly doesn’t care what you choose to do with your body

His only concern are the rumors and image of the exchange program and student council

Forbids Mc from continuing their work at least while they’re enrolled at the school

Wether you obey his orders are not are another question

On the down low he subscribes.

He tells himself it’s so he can make sure you follow his orders but even if you did continue to post, he’s to proud to admit he’s subscribed

Mammon

He respects the hustle but did it have to be that kind of hustle.

Not the he cares stupid

He cares he cares so much

He hates that so many people are drooling over you

Will offer to help you film *wink wonk*

In exchange for half your profit of course

He’s too cheap to subscribe, he’ll probably fry his ddd looking for leaks on seedy forums or risk his life trying to steal one of his subscribed brother’s ddds

Levi

Only a looser simp would pay for something like that when Hent@i is free

He’s a looser simp

If you don’t already he’ll beg you to include cosplay, you can even barrow his Ruri chan cosplay

He commissions the most custom content based off of spicy animes he’s seen and different waifus. 

Satan

Hates it

Is definitely a “you should respect yourself more” kind of person

Might look down on you a little for it

Claiming it’s only for dumb sluts with no self respect and losers idiots that can’t get any with out paying for it

You might have a few heated arguments on the topic

Low key has stolen lucifers ddd to see your account only so he can hate it properly of course

Asmo

Subscribed as soon as he heard

He’s not super into p*rn since he can get whatever with whoever he wants, except for you of course

He’s happy to support his cute little Mc

And since he can’t hypnotize you this is the next best thing until he can successfully seduce you.

He’s easily your biggest tipper and he boosts your account with his social media presence

Would love to costar with you, think of how popular your account would be with his beautiful presence

Beel

He doesn’t have any strong feeling against it

He can’t deny that he’s curious to see

But he figures that you don’t want your friends or the people close to you to see you that way

So he doesn’t look out of respect for your privacy

If you ever want to show him, he’d be more than happy to look but he understands if you want to keep that part of your life separate

Belphie

He’ll act like he thinks like Satan but he doesn’t really care he’s just trying to hide his curiosity

He’s also conflicted because he agrees with Beel

It feels feels a little weird about seeing you in such a lewd way when he knows you personally.

Ultimately his curiosity gets the better of him and he plots with Satan to steal Lucifers ddd