#if you think you know who's back there and haven't been subjected to my madness yet. well. surprise!!!

[diredeliverance]

This was supposed to just be a quick, barely-more-than-stick-figures doodle to remember a pose for later, but every time I glanced down at my sketchbook while doing something else I thought "ah, I could add one little detail for fun" until it stopped being a helpful pose reference and became some other thing. Watch your back or something

[earthtooz]

earth do you have any spare alhaitham thoughts 🥺 thinking ab him a little extra hard tonight 😵

nothing but fluff, reader and al-haitham are engaged, so much banter.

"What do you think about inviting Nahida to our wedding?"

Al-Haitham looks at you incredulously, blinking slowly to register your question. You know a lengthy discussion is imminent when he uncrosses his leg, a habit of his whenever he needs to prepare for a conversation that requires most of his attention.

"You don't mean Lesser Lord Kusanali, do you?" He asks and you nod, as if it is typical to invite a god to one's wedding. "Dear, do you understand what you are asking right now?"

"I do," you sit down beside him, Zaytun peach in one hand and a small knife in the other, cutting up slices that you feed him.

"Then do you realise how ludicrous your question is?"

"I think you are overcomplicating it."

His book snaps shut. "Am I? Or is it appropriate because you just suggested inviting an archon to our very ordinary wedding?"

"You still think you're ordinary after overthrowing a corrupt government and being promoted by said archon?"

"You're crazy," Al-Haitham murmurs, shaking his head with an affectionate smile, one that he always likes to conceal by pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You poke his side gently. "Then we are cut from the same cloth."

"That does not diminish your madness."

Still, you persist. "Well, you haven't said anything in response to my suggestion."

"I called you crazy."

"You haven't said anything I want to hear."

Once again, he sighs, but the noise is too airy to hold any true malice. "Even if I reject your idea, you would personally go to the Sanctuary of Surasthana and deliver the invite yourself."

Instead of answering, you merely feed him another slice of the Zaytun peach, smile growing more and more mischievous.

There is a reason Al-Haitham wants to spend the rest of his life with you. The bouts of delightful juvenility paints endless blotches of colour on his plain canvas, carving a certain feeling of warmth and admiration in his chest that no one else has managed to recreate.

No one compares to you, and he's certain no one ever will because even after all these years of knowing and loving you, every moment he spends with you is as priceless as divine knowledge. Even when you ask ridiculous questions that perplex him greatly.

"How do you even deliver messages to the Sanctuary of Surasthana?" You wonder.

A kiss to your temple halts your thinking. "Let's find out another time. How did this idea of inviting Nahida spring about?"

You shrug. "I was merely thinking back. She's always been so thoughtful and kind to her subjects, even when the Akademiya hid her from us. Then the idea of inviting her made itself quite at home."

"I see," he hums. "Ever so thoughtful."

"Maybe it's a good omen for our partnership to invite an archon. She won't have to bring a present, her presence alone is enough."

Al-Haitham huffs. "My faith in our relationship exceeds that of a good omen, but I agree."

"Aww, you love me that much?"

"Do you still doubt me?"

"Still?" You parrot. "Darling, I've never doubted you."

"I'd like to contest that. Remember when you were vehemently against me resigning as the Acting Grand Sage?"

You feed him another slice. "It gave me bragging rights! Who else could claim that their hot boyfriend-now-fiancé was the Grand Sage?"

"So you prefer when I'm away at the Akademiya working tirelessly from dawn to dusk?"

"Well, no," you set the knife and pit of the peach down before throwing your arms around his neck, pressing yourself close to him. "I prefer having you all to myself."

Al-Haitham huffs triumphantly and you stay pressed close to him for a while, watching as he returns to his novel. He flips back to his exact page despite the lack of a bookmark.

"I'll be sure to send the invite to Nahida tomorrow."

"Alright."

Two days later, you wake to a message written in beautifully precise handwriting on Al-Haitham's blackboard.

'Can Wanderer be invited too? - Nahida'

© EARTHTOOZ 2024, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[neonovember]

Love and War (II)

summary; after luca, you and carmen face the fears you both held onto

warnings; arguing, mentions of violence, major warning for panic attacks, you essentially threaten to leave and Carmen nearly dies, carmen is kind of essentially saying he will never let you go, anxiety, insecurities, angst, fluff

a/n: I had a thought, of the reader ending up with luca instead but i really wanted to do right by the request and give carmen a happy ending!

Taking the stairs up your place, you considered walking back down and cycling up a few more times. You're in between the thoughts when your neighbour loudly gruffs in annoyance at you suddenly stops so you have no choice but to get to your door.

Shoving your keys into the door you're about to open the handle when it widens itself from the inside. Carmen's arm is wrapped around its edge as he takes up the entryway.

You're a bit taken back, wide eyes before cooling your expression.

“Where were you?” Carmen replies before you've even made it through the door, eyes zeroing in on your dress.

You let out a scoff, tossing your keys into the ceramic bowl a little too rough as you fling your heels into the hallway corner.

“Out.” 

“That isn't an answer, I tried calling you earlier before-”

“Oh? I didn’t think you’d remember?”

“Remember what?”

“To call me. You seem to be forgetting a lot of things these days” You bite back, leaning against the halfway wall, fighting to roll your eyes at the way Carmen looked so puzzled. 

“I apologised about before, I didn't think it was a big deal. We’ve tried tons of places together, one restaurant isn't the end of the world.”

“I never said it was Carmen, you’re the one interrogating me before i could even put my keys in the door”

“Because you haven't been answering my calls! You can’t even tell me where you went tonight” Carmen says, his hand gripping the sides of his jeans tightly.

“I told you I was out! God do you need to have a tracker strapped to my heel or what? I told you I don’t like the clingy types” You spit out, and you are too fueled by your anger to take it back when you see the flash of hurt on Carmens face

Carmen nods his head, an unreadable expression on his face as he leans against the entryway of the Kitchen. You don’t know what he's thinking as his eyes follow your every move, his jaw is locked into a tight line and the vein on his temple pulses. You’re filled with a sick sense of satisfaction, he is mad, as mad as you have been for weeks.

You move past him, dropping the plastic bags that had been close to ripping onto the countertop with a huff. Carmen doesn't move from where he stands, a looming shadow that fills up the silence between you both as you unpack the containers.

“You ended up trying a place tonight. That's good, see it isn't the end of the world” Carmen murmurs, his words coming out chopped and his voice tilted in annoyance.

You are halfway between putting the last of the containers into the fridge shelf before you stop, gripping the forge door as you take in Carmens words. And suddenly all the restraint you had to not blow up in his face evaporated from you as you slowly turned to face him.

“Oh I didn't go anywhere, well I mean it's this new restaurant that's going to open up soon and Luca invited me over” You mention in this offhand way, as you turn to put the last of the container in the fridge. 

“What?” Carmen replies, his voice low as he turns to you

You’re crouched away from him as a smile creeps on your face, oh? Did he finally feel what you had been subjected to?

“Yeah? He said you knew him apparently.” You continue, noticing the way his hands grip the table counter tightly. 

Carmen’s eyebrows furrow, unblinking as he opens his mouth and closes it slowly.

“Yeah I knew- know him. Why- what were you doing with him” Carmen replies, you see the way he scans your outfit again. Differently, when he realised who saw it first.

You turn to him slowly, shrugging your shoulders. “They were some menu items he wanted me to try.” 

“Why didn't you tell me earlier?” Carmen replies carefully, his words forced out as if he was trying to control himself.

“I didn't think you’d mind me spending some time with an old friend”

“Yeah but that's Luca. You dressed up for him” Carmen replies softly

“And? You’re spending the day with Claire, and I’m spending the night with him. It all works out in the end” You reply, leaning back against the table counter as you clock your head to the side.

“Huh? He knows your my girlfriend, why would he try and make a move on you” Carmen bites, crossing his hands together in exasperation

“Oh I’m your girlfriend now?” You can't help but chuckle. 

Carmen looks at you, confusion filling his face.

“What do you mean”

“Oh I just mean this whole angry possessive boyfriend thing is quite funny. You don’t have to pretend you actually care, Carmen".

“Hey, are you forgetting what this is-"

“Are you?”

Carmen head reels back,

“I don’t know if you did this on purpose or-”

“On purpose Carmen? What's wrong with spending some time with a friend? You’re so well versed in it”

“Oh come on, Claire's different”

The mention of her name out of Carmens mouth as you seething, and you can't control the words that flow out of your mouth like venom

“Different how Carmen?” Your vice rises, gripping the fabric of your dress as you heave.

“You’ve spent weeks with her out every goddamn night. So tell me, how is it different”

Carmen huffs, his eyebrows furrowing as he shakes his head like you were insane. You hated that, hated the look of confusion he had wherever you brought up Claire. Like he thought you couldn't see him replacing you. 

“You don’t know Luca like I do, he’s from a a part of my life you never existed in Carmen. And I don't know if you think I'm fucking blind or just too stupid to realise whats going on”

You watch the way Carmen's chests heaves up and down, his eyes a inky black as he grunts out

 “What’s that supposed to mean”

“You want her Carmen! It’s as clear as fucking day for everybody. You know how embarrassing it is to walk into the kitchen everyday and watch the rest of the crew look at me in pity? You don't even see me anymore”

“I don’t see you, what are you talking about?” Carmen's voice rises, the veins bulging from his forehead as  his curls shake with his confused anger

“Don’t fucking lie to me. I told you, I fucking told you Carmen” You grunt out as your throat tightens, hands shaking at your sides.

“I told you about my past, and you promised me.” You walk to him, pressing a finger to his chest roughly.

“You promised me you wouldn't do that, I never told you to but you did. And I let you lie to me”

“I don't know what you think-”

“Carmen you’re losing your mind over one dinner with Luca! Do you know how many times you've spent the entire day with her? Do you?”

“You know she's just a friend. I don't know why you're starting this huge fight over a friend!” Carmen says, his hand gripping the sides of his jeans tightly.

Your chest tightens as you try to breathe, tears dripping down your cheeks. You wipe at them angrily, he wasn't supposed to see you like this, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. God, why did you have to such a fucking mess? 

“Go” You reply quietly. Your head is hung, your tears blurring the tiles of the kitchen floor.

“What?”

“Go be with her!”

“You’re the one who went out with Luca just to spite me, maybe you should go to him” Carmen spits out

You push yourself off the counter, moving towards the hallway as your body shakes with anger and your mind blurs with betrayal.

“Where are you going?”

“What you told me too.”

“Wait-”

“You know what's funny? He invited me to join him in opening up his new spot and before all of this- I wouldn't have even thought of it, but now? Luca is the only one who’s thought of me in weeks, you won't miss me” You spit back at him. 

You’re rummaging for your keys when you say that, back turned to Carmen as you blink back hot swirls of anger. You're expecting him to bite back or yell or scream or say anything, but it's just silence. The loss of noise that has been all that filled the air causes you to turn around to face him again.

And this time you take a good look at Carmen, and perhaps you were too blinded by your own bitterness to realise how he looked now. You expected him to be angry, fuming, his cheeks red and his body taunt but you don’t see that.

It’s like you've come face to face with someone entirely different. Carmen's shoulders are hunched, his hands are tightly curled in on themselves and he looks smaller than you remember. 

His face has this ghastly paleness to it, a sheen of sweat on his forehead and your heart skips a beat when you meet his eyes. They are unblinking, pupils dilating as he's frozen in place, chest heaving up and down, looking almost straight through you.

Desperation and fear cowers over Carmen's frame, and it’s like he can’t speak to you, like he's falling apart in the entry hall of you're too expensive apartment’s hallway. 

“Carmen?” You whisper. You can feel the anger of your face melt into panicked worry as you drop whatever had been in your hands in a haste to reach him.

Carmen shakes his head, his hand coming up to grip his chest as winces in pain

“Don’t, fucking godamnit-” Carmen berates, the look of panic and shame swirling his features and he fights to get the words out

“Can’t fucking-” Carmen grunts out, shoulders hunched over and he slowly sinks to the hardwood fall 

“Carmen you need to breathe Baby” You whisper crouching over him, hands shaking as you try to hide the fear of seeing him like this. Shattered and breaking and peeling at the corners because of what you had said.

“Please, don’t leave me. Don’t fucking leave me here” Carmen voice rips out in desperation, leaning against the wall as anxiety surges through his body.

“I wasn’t-”

“You were going to go, you can’t- I need you” Carmen grunts, his low breath shudders and stutters over itself.

“I know, I know I’m so sorry. I was angry, I didn’t mean any of it, none of it Carmy” You whisper, your throat tight as you fight tears trying to hold together the man falling apart in front of you

You’re scared to look down at his face but you do it anyway, and his eyes are wide and darting around like his entire life is flashing before his eyes. 

It was like he was dying, this look of impending doom and horror twisting his features and your words can’t reach wherever he is. Somewhere deep and cold and miles away from where your body is near folded against his. 

You try calling out for him, until your voice gets hoarse and your chest is tired. Until you reach for his hand and place it on your chest and force him to follow the rise and fall of your own. You sit in that position for a while, at least until you can hear his breathing go back to a semblance of normal. He doesn't let go of his grip on your wrist though, holding onto it like an anchor to bring him back to himself.

“M’ so sorry” Carmen croaks out, his voice hoarse and taunt like how it usually is in the mornings. He looks up at you, how you cover him entirely when you lean against him like this. His eyes are half lidded and red, and his eyebrows furrow and his voice quivers, and he looks like the frightened boy he was once in a house he hated.

And suddenly your ears ring and Claire and Luca and the black hole of your insecurities and everything that had mattered until this moment disappears. You feel so foolish then, so stupid and pathetic for the angry and they hurt you had harboured and kept against your chest. 

You shake your head and Carmen reaches for your jaw to stop the motion, rubbing it gently across your cheek as he blinks.

“It didn’t matter if I couldn’t see it, it didn’t matter if all I ever felt towards Claire is friendship”

“I know Carmen, I was just scared” You grip your fist trying to force the words out. “I was scared you were leaving me, and I just let that fear rot away at me for months. I know you Carm, I know you wouldn’t, but I just-- wanted to feel the hurt that I did”

Carmen swallows the lump that lodges itself in his throat, nodding softly to your words. 

“I don’t know why I was such an idiot, so blind to what it was doing to you. I-” 

“I’m not really, um used to belonging to someone, you know?” Carmen shudders, blinking back tears softly. “And I’m not trying to justify what I did, but I kind of had written of this after Mickey. I don’t know if I could go through something like that again. Losing you, it would..” Carmen doesn't finish his sentence, his eyes close for a second and he tries to still his racing heart at the thought of it.

“And I couldn’t do that to you, cause such pain and grief. Make you have to get used to forgetting me” Carmen continues. “I don’t know if I was using my friendship with Claire as a way to push you away, or- or make you want to just erase me all together subconsciously”

“But when you said you were going to leave? Go to him- it’s like my brain short circuited. I couldnt even fucking breathe, this nightmarre I was harboring had come alive and was taking you from me and it felt like you had died or something.” Carmen whispers

He grips you closer to his chest then, as if you would disintegrate and leave him in a silent room if he tried to let go. Wrapping your hands around  his face you press your face against his, inhaling the scent of burning oil and cigarettes that had been yours and would always be.

“I didn’t mean it, I didn’t Carmen. I was being rash and angry and I said things I shouldn’t have” You reply, blinking softly as you consider the past few days.

After a silence you shake your head, “You deserve better. Someone who isn’t so goddamn insecure and selfish-”

“What?” Carmen tries to stop your rambling and you turn to him incredulously

“I nearly broke you Carmen? I did things to purposely hurt you, I brought up Luca I went to him to spite you”

“I dont fucking care” Carmen grunts out. And it has you turning to look down at him.

“I don’t care if you leave the Bear and help him with his fucking Menu’s and restaurent, I dont care about any of it. I just want you. I just need you to be here, with me, like this. In whatever way or version you give me I want it”

You shudder at his words, and taking in the darkness that swarms through his blues you know he means every word. 

“If what you had been feeling about Claire was even an ounce of what it felt like watching you turn to leave you did not a goddamn thing wrong. And if you want me stop talking to her I’ll remove her from my life without a second thought”

“No Carmen. Despite my own anger she is one of the few friendships you've maintained outside of the Bear.”

“You think I care about fuckin’ friendships? I could have none but have you and I’d have enough”

Something inside of you preens at that, at the knowledge that you were enough to fill everything. So long you had gone as second best in your life, the thought of being someone's everything was addictive. But you swallow away the part of you that craves just that and press a kiss to his cheek.

“As much as I enjoy that, you should be able to have friends without ending up in a panic-inducing nervous breakdown because I got jealous. I should learn how to be able to talk to you about things, no? To truly let myself believe what I know to be true” You breath out, smiling at the way Carmen nods to your words.

“And it is, everything in me belongs to you. Every thought, every touch, every kiss, every inch of my skin. I am reluctant about most things in my life, all things really but you. And I’d sooner die than let this happen ever again” Carmen replies softly. 

The love and fear and mixture of grief swirls in your chest so bright you fear it might spill out of your mouth, so all you do is bring your hand to his jaw and press your lips against his. Carmen answers it with soft brushes of his mouth, it was delicate and slow like all the anger and passion coursing through the both of you had been this all along. A dizzying and sluggish kind of warmth that had wrapped every conversation, every touch and silence between you both. 

He had marked you as you had him, a gentle kind of scarring of love and desperate wanting that you could feel under your skin, between your ribs, across your chest. You let yourself sink into the feeling of being entirely wanted until your leg falls asleep and you feel the weight of Carmen carrying you back to the bed that was left empty for too long.

tags <3

@hansfics @kpopgirlbtssvt @parmforcarm @nolita-fairytale

[longlivechips]

A drabble on what if Arthur repealed the magic ban while Merlin wasn't there. I like the idea of Arthur thinking Merlin will be mad, he said magic has no place in Camelot afterall. And Merlin being like shit I'm gonna have to start telling the truth.

A fic where Merlin goes to visit his mother for a few weeks. It's Yule and he misses her.

While he is gone a child comes to trial. Hardly 12 and clearly terrified. She had been caught using magic.

She swears she didn't mean to, that it just started happening one day and she was so scared of what was happening to her.

The law says she is to burn.

But Arthur just can't seem to make the call. He can only think of the girl Morgana used to be when he looks at her.

He speaks to Gaius and Geoffrey about what Camelot was like before the ban. How people square magic. He learns, for the first time, more than his father had ever let him.

He's thinking of......well not reversing the magic ban. But this girl can't be evil surely.

He wishes Merlin were here, his advice is often quite sound. But Arthur is unsure if Merlin, who has been so outspoken against magic in the past, would agree with such loose laws.

But it comes down to this. Arthur cannot in good conscience kill that girl. And he can not have her as an exception. So he changes the law.

Merlin hasn't spent this long in Ealdor since before he left. He finds it quite lonely without Will to cause trouble with.

But he finds he is not ostracized like he was when he was a boy. In fact, more often than not he has to dodge mothers pushing their daughters onto him as prospects.

He is in his mother's house trying bundles of herbs to be dried and taken back to Camelot when his mother rushes in.

She stairs at him for a moment. Eyes wide, something clearly about to spill off her toung.

"Mother?" Merlin says moving closer, " What's wrong what happened? Has goodie meridan gone into labor?"

"Merlin. My boy. We just received news from Camelot. Gaius sent a letter. I....." Her face is flush. She doesn't look scared but Merlins heart drops anyway

"Arthur...." Merlin starts

"He's fine, he's fine" Hunith walks towards her son, cupping his face in her hands.

She laughs. Full belly and full of joy, her hands on his face strong, they almost hurt.

"He repealed the magic ban Merlin. Oh my boy by royal decree"

Merlins knees nearly give out.

"Surely you aren't serious....." Merlin gasps. "Do you have the letter?"

She hands it over and he reads frantically.

My good Hunith.

I write you instead of Merlin for reasons that will become obvious.

I also just request more of that dried lavender you sent last time, it does not smell the same from the north.

How is your neighbor Gregory fairing with his leg? My tonic recipe helped I hope, I would like to hear how it went.

There is news from Camelot. You might have heard, it will make fast news I'm sure.

A girl was brought to court for magic. Hardly 12 summers, she swears she did not train for magic, that it came naturally and she has no control.

Arthur was hesitant to burn her, despite the law, and tasked me with examining her.

I explained my findings, you know my friend how truly common it is to have magic as the girl does. Arthur listened well, and I sent the king off with what recommendations I could.

There are few books left on the subject but he spoke to Geoffrey. I assume he found some enlightened reading.

The next day, his verdict was as follows.

"The law of the land, as set by my Father King Uther, is that magic has no place in Camelot. I quite agree. Magic is dangerous, it has raveged my family.

But I can't help but think these laws might create more enemies. I cannot kill a girl for a crime she did not willingly commit. But I cannot banish her and create an enemy."

The council spoke on formal matters and specifics but Hunith, it is looking well. I feel hope I haven't had in decades.

Arthur has repealed the magic ban, in part. There are specifics to be worked out, and it is unclear if it would apply to Merlin. It certainly wouldn't apply to myself.

I will write again when I have more details.

I wish I could see the boy's face when he hears the news. Give him my love

Gaius

Merlin reads it. Than again. The third time he skims it he is tearing up. Looking desperately for any sign that Gaius tells a lie.

When he finds none, and there is no answer but that Gaius's words are true.

Merlin weeps. He falls to his knees and weeps.

Hunith cradles his head, spilling some tears of her own.

"oh my boy" she says. "What news. I knew Arthur would be a good king." She presses a kiss to her son's head.

Merlin cries, and wonders why he feels more scared than ever.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I got two things to ask but I'll split it between this one and the next

Have you read Multiverse Madness series by i think its Werecat34 on ao3 like I absolutely love it the original good and the rewrite going on is even better. It has a good explanation of why a Horror Sans, Dust Sans, and Killer Sans would get along. A Nightmare who's pretending to be good to have loyal subjects all while manipulating them without them knowing Also Bill there the bit of drama happening between the three star sanses, error and dream friendship, the split timelines. Killer personality is so good it was a breathe of fresh air and I just love the idea that Killer has multiple battle songs and one of them is an Orchestra of the peoples he killed. Dust is good and Horror being his normal sadistic self while disliking the other two and also stage 1 inclusion. How Killer feels regarding his chara, other humans, papyrus and such

If you haven't already i highly suggest you or any others read it

~Musical Anon

I’ve read the first few chapters. I’m considering getting back into it, I’ve noticed the creator posting some chapters when scrolling through the killer sans tag.

Not sure if I will or not, trying to stay focus and finish fics has been a struggle lately. Lately I’ve also found it hard to read utmv where color isn’t involved too. Just don’t really care for it much. I’d much rather read color and killer fics than murder time trio, I’ve kinda had my fill of them three at the moment. Maybe some day if I remember.

[py-dreamer]

Oh! It's Mac(aroni)-learns-the-consequences-for his-actions o'clock!: the AU

To my marshiemallows who saw my other post, no this isn't the part two I was talking about

(it's coming dw! ...I am going to roast those fics over a pit like a rotisserie chicken...)

but this is some more Ma-caca slander so if you're into that...

"get in loser we're going to yell into some all hearing (but terrible at listening) ears"

(DISCLAIMER: I do enjoy Macaque as a character, he is well written in the show imo

This is a call-out to those who think he's just a victim and excuse his crimes in the show, in lore and make him the "uwu soft boi who needs to be protected at all cost who everyone loves including all of Wukong's subjects apparently"

and make Wukong the "selfish narcissist who's a lazy good for nothing, a monster who killed Mac for funsies then cried for centuries afterward without his waifu, doesn't deserve anything good, everyone hates him for good reason, he kills puppies on a daily bas-"

yea you get the point)

I know there're some AUs where there's an artifact that can change time or transport you into a different dimension

Yea so y'know what, let Macaque get his hands on one of them, mid battle with the monkie kids.

They tell him to calm down and give the artifact back but Mac gets pissy about an earlier conversation with Wukong.

About how he made a shrine to honor his pilgrim brothers and Mac gets mad.

He tells Wukong that it's been centuries since they've died so why doesn't he let them go and Wukong of course gets pissed too.

Then Mac-aroni bursts at him why there was nothing for the brotherhood or DBK when he sealed him or when he died

He adds some extra insults for flavor then leaves (as usual) without giving the monkey king to give his perspective and cuss him out

Back to the present, Mac decides to alter the timeline just a wee bit...

"Tang Sanzang was killed by the six eared Macaque during their first encounter"

Then we see this new world...but it's not all happy like Macaque hoped

First off, the journey was to retrieve holy scriptures from India which would help to cleanse the east apparently. But it was also because of the journey a lot of corruption was stopped (eg slow cart kingdom with its policy on Buddhism, kingdom of women and the demon guarding the abortion spring, the demon who overthrew the black river god, kidnappings in general)

So yea if it was cut short, a lot of that corruption would still be in power.

With most of the human population being overtaken by humans or corrupt kings or busy being eaten or courtnapped, yea society could not evolve. It stays mostly stagnant, so a lot of technology hasn't been invented yet and most humans (particularly lower class) are doing worse for wear.

But it wasn't his fault; it was the society and humans for being to weak to upturn itself.

Mac sees them, doesn't really care and goes off to find Wukong because hey, he's curious

However he finds the Camel Ridge trio instead and we know what kinda happened in that town.

The surrounding area is dry and barren because all the life is being sucked out of it. Heck, its probably even more arid cause the trio's reign has lasted for centuries.

They all welcome Macaque with open arms asking him where he's been and they haven't heard of him since the monk's murder.

The trio thank Mac since they heard how the monk had Wukong on a leash and how he was no more than a guard dog and they were worried that he'd make the monkey king reign his wrath on the city if they ever crossed and without him, the journey never continued and there was no encounter

He's disturbed by the friends he once loathed and fought welcoming him with open arms and owed their success to his actions.

But it wasn't his fault for their corruption, it was their city and their choices, someway or another karma will get them probably...maybe...

Since without the journey, the brotherhood never would've ended up in the ink scrolls

"Its a shame Wukong and Brother Bull can't join us"

Mac asks what they mean and where DBK was.

He learns the demon bull family were in mourning.

You see, without the pilgrims and more importantly, Sanzang and Wukong present, the sealing of the samahdi fire probably wouldn't have went the same.

They couldn't find anyone available who'd survive the flames so DBK, PIF and Nezha had to try it themselves...and were sadly unsucessful

The infant's power caused mass destruction, many deaths, injured both his parents greatly...

...and ultimately led the child to an early grave.

Leaving the clan and couple devastated for years to come.

But it still wasn't his fault: it was just due to unfortunate circumstances!

Macaque, disturbed by this leaves without saying goodbye, goes to flower fruit mountain to check on its status. Since without having to continue the journey, surely the monkey king would be basking in the sun with his subjects happily gorging themselves on fruit-

Only he comes back to a total wasteland.

As a consequence of letting the monk be killed and failing his chance at redemption, heaven punished Sun Wukong and he was never seen again (much to Mac's surprise).

But not only that, it seemed the gods took their rage out on Flower fruit mountain as well. This was the 2nd time it was burned but now they made sure to finish the job, every last tree engulfed in flames.

Without the monkey king coming back to save them, all the inhabitants were at risk of the burning and any left who fled to the mainland were captured and sold, starved or hunted and eaten. There were no survivors.

Upset by his discovery, Macaque was filled with rage at the king. How dare he not take care of their home, he failed as a friend but now as a king too. So he snuck into heaven to find out his location to find answers and yell at him.

It wasn't his fault their home was destroyed. That was Wukong's duty as king! He failed his subjects and he must pay

A tear filled Macaque snuffs through heaven's files as even he couldn't find the location of Sun Wukong's prison.

He learns that Nezha after failing to seal the fire, got terribly burned in the process probably crippling him and causing mass destruction to many nearby towns and minor gods had been cast out of heaven.

Some of the guilt started weighing in on him but he put that aside, because of course it wasn't his fault; the god was just too weak and shouldn't have stuck his nose into other's business.

And finally, the main course we've all been waiting for: confronting Wukong.

He's back under 5 phases mountain but this time with many more locks and security cautions. Macaque learns nobody had heard from the king in a 1000 years.

He finds the king and screams at him that it was his fault how FFM was now a desolate dessert devoid of life.

But to his surprise, the king laughs.

The king laughs maniacally, practically howling with laughter but with crazed eyes like a madman.

"I assume you'll blame me for 'abandoning' you too?"

He rips into Macaque about how they always swore to stay by each others side but the moment things get ugly Mac will always save his skin. And asks where was he for him through all this.

Not during the battle vs heaven.

Not during his trials.

Not during his imprisonment.

Not when he asked him to go back and leave the pilgrims alone.

Not when heaven pointed fingers at him that the monk's murder was his fault.

Not when FFM was destroyed and Wukong didn't learn until some heavenly officials told him years later as they fed him metal pellets and molten iron.

Even now, the only reason he came was to complain.

(I imagine a lil conversation to go like this:

Macaque: They abused you! They didn't free you!!

Wukong: WELL NEITHER DID YOU!!!!

Macaque:...

Wukong:...neither did you...)

Then Mac decides to ask what the pilgrims did afterward and bet they all ran off too...how wrong he was

(Macaque: Then where are your 'pilgrim' brothers now? Why aren't they here to help you the-

Wukong: they're gone

Macaque: what..?

Wukong: They're gone...They're gone...gone...DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? ARE YOU DEAF? I SAID THEY'RE GONE!!!

Macaque: but how...

Wukong: after you fled the scene, the heavenly officials came to detain me....hahahah...I was caught in that diamond snare again and Ao Lie jumped in to defend me.

Macaque: but I thought...

Wukong: I was so distraught, I couldn't do anything...They said that it was also their fault master was dead so they'd better stay quiet if they wanted to lessen their sentence....hahahah...I watched them all die one by one Macaque...

Macaque:...

Wukong:...they all defended me...even the goddamn pig... And do you know where that lead them? They all died...Liu'er...they're dead...I WATCHED MY BROTHERS DIE IN FRONT OF ME FOR DEFENDING ME...I DID NOTHING LIU'ER...DO YOU KNOW WHERE AZURE AND THE OTHERS ARE NOW? I'M SURE THEY'RE PARTYING AND LEAVING ME TO ROT. MEANWHILE MY BROTHERS GAVE THEIR LIVES FOR A USELESS MONKEY. I COULDN'T EVEN PROTECT MY SUBJECTS...OR SANZANG...THE GREAT SAGE EQUAL TO HEAVEN CAN'T EVEN PROTECT A SINGLE HUMAN...ALL THAT TIME, TRAINING, USELESS!! SO SURE...BLAME ME ALL YOU WANT BECAUSE I DESERVE IT AT THIS POINT!!!! COME ON!!!!

Macaque: God, you've really gone mad...)

I want this man to meet his inner demons or someone able to slap him around to just really remind him of the consequences to his actions maybe some ink scroll action.

Just basically:

And maybe if I'm feeling nice we get a happy ending, Mac reverses the spell or something and perhaps says something nice to Wukong for once.

If anyone has any thoughts or suggestions on how the timeline would change, do tell I'm curious to hear your thoughts.

@furornocturna might be reminding Mac-adoodledoo of his crimes to the monkie kids in the present but I'm taking him for a roadtrip to the past

(or other present...time travel is complicated y'all)

(Again I recommend 'Fractured pieces make a mosaic' on Ao3.

I shall call them my partner in crime for Mac-caca bullying if they shall so let me have the honors...also @nightmarebunnyking...they also do good slander

No I will not stop advertising their work. Cause it's good outside of the slander, Wukong is very affectionate, we love that for him and MK collects dads like pokemon cards

also kinda want opinions on more ole'Mac-doodle had denial. E I E I O

I propose we gather in a circle and beat him with a stick

...pls interact its 1 am rn)

Also fun fact this is my 2001st post so uhh...yay..?

[ezra-editss]

UPDATE

I started binge-watching and saw x-men 1, 2 & 3 and just a few minutes ago days of future past and let's just say I'm not okay.

I literally had to pause the movie at the plane scene, thought about it and started sobbing. I feel like I need a year to process this, so I'm just gonna give you what my brain is capable of rn and the rest comes when I'm ready😭

I constantly had to think about how this must be for Charles. Imagine you meet this amazing guy that you have a great relationship with, not just great, the best. You love him so much and you seem to want the same thing, but then he basically betrays you and takes your sister with you and you feel all alone. You lost the ability to walk and feel like you're slowly going crazy. So you spend almost ten years in your empty house, depressed and drunk. Someday this random man comes and suddenly, you're supposed to face the one person you never wanted to see again. Well, in one way, you do, because you actually just want everything back to how it was, but you know that won't work. But you do it, bc you have to.

IMAGINE THE NERVOUS FEELING YOU HAVE TO HAVE WHEN YOU BREAK INTO THAT PRISON AND YOU KNOW YOU'RE GONNA SEE HIM AND YOU KNOW HE'LL SEE YOU'RE THE ONE THAT GOT HIM OUT.

And then it happens and all those feelings overwhelm you and you have to bear being in the same plane as him. You get mad at him and you can see that he also still has all those emotions inside of him. And then he apologizes. And even tho you don't have your powers, you can tell he's being honest. genuine. It's what you wanted, probably. But what are you supposed to do? You can't forgive him, even if every fiber of your body wants you to. So you change the subject..

And Erik, who had been in prison for years, probably went through what had happened a thousand times in his mind, because he had nothing else to do. One day, this guy comes and breaks him out and he doesn't understand why, but whatever, he's free. And then the elevator doors open and he sees the person he'd thought he'd never see again and he's clearly not okay and it's because of HIM.

God, this is so painful. It's just two men who fell in love when they were younger and tried for years and years, even in a different universe, but they always ended up apart from each other. Even though all that they both ever wanted was to be on the same side.

(This turned out so much longer than I thought. Sometimes I just start writing and don't stop. That's also why it's always so messy. Anywayss, gonna see Deadpool 3 tomorrow, so let's gooo I hope that's gonna be happier.)

[yuurivoice]

Watching you hold your boundaries firm on what kinds of behavior are acceptable and appreciated from some of your uhh...fans (? I don't know, the behavior is weirdly beggy and diggy and I hesitate to believe they actually like the basics of what you're doing and making with that kind of behavior, but I'm digressing) is always refreshing and reaffirming that I'm not crazy for thinking some fandom behavior is Not It. You're doing great, and thanks for everything you do provide. I'm glad you get to live off of your passion and creativity.

I'm sure someone will chalk this up to "obsessed fan just encourages their fav" but I think the folks who haven't been huffing their own farts can recognize the point you're making. And that's what it boils down to. I've been through this cycle dozens of times now and it has cultivated a fairly mature, chill, and stable fandom. Because fandom isn't just the most active posters, or the latest oddball that stands out. It's the folks who are steadily around, engaging in more ways than the most direct or me-centric. And people who aren't looking for the uwu voice boy, fantasy lewd e boy, or any other flavor of whatever dozens of masc voiced people think is gonna net them a worthwhile following. I'm happy it works for them. I think I'm doing okay over here.

Also, this is just a bonus thought...

I have been making explicitly NSFW content for long enough that if anyone says "what if this character had a little sister" I don't immediately go awwww what a cute, innocent idea...because I've been subjected to levels of depravity you couldn't imagine.

I shut down basically any pitches about characters having additional family, or children, etc. because I have answered harmless shit that ended up not being just......normal. Just a whole other thing to consider, which is like...a horrifying thought, but it's why I typically just blanket nope the whole thing. 😵‍💫

Or, what if there's a lurking minor who wants to insert some sort of big bro Seth narrative just for their own innocent enjoyment? Like...fine, but also do NOT bring that anywhere near me.

There are so many reasons I balk at certain types of questions and behaviors, and it's backed up by lived (and often really fucking uncomfortable) experiences.

There's a method to my madness, I swear.

[kissofthemis]

Hello!Can i request the nxx biys with a slightly weird s/o?

Like weird as in they're always happy and goofy 24/7 even in dangerous situations?Like maybe something happened to them in the past that made then this way(you can decide on what happened :D )

Oh,and can i be the K Anon?My keyboard lags a lot if i use emojis,so I hope you don't mind if I go by K Anon here :D

Sorry if this is a super long request it's just been brainrottingbin my head 24/7 and i don't have enough writting skills lmao

❤ Artem ❤

At first, he doesn't notice that you have a tendency to laugh off your pain or make morbid jokes. He thinks that he's just more uptight or strict than most people, so he suspects your behavior is actually more akin to how "normal" people act.

It's when you act blasé after a dangerous encounter that he realizes that this seems to be a unique trait, specific to you.

He specializes in criminal cases. He knows that people who feel threatened or have experienced dangerous situations can react in many different ways... but to be this carefree is not something he's seen before.

You don't lash out, but you don't withdraw. You don't scream or cry, but you aren't bottling your pain either. You're an anomaly.

"Mr. Wing, it's a dark world out there." He knows that. "If I'm too serious, I'll crumble." He's never heard you speak in such a flat, detached tone. "So I stay silly!"

He isn't going to pry into why you feel you have to laugh all the pain away, because he trusts you to tell him if/when you're ready.

He knows what it's like to mask his true feelings.

Instead he offers you his shoulder. "If you ever need to turn away from the shadows... I'll shield you if you need a moment to be vulnerable, before putting that smile back on your face."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💛 Luke 💛

Your smile and laugh make him warm inside. He likes that you can stay cheerful even when faced with stress or with gloomy situations.

He soon realizes that you're a bit too goofy, a bit too relaxed, a bit too much of a jokester. He's not mad about it, but he wants to figure out why you're this way.

At first he doesn't want to tell you he's investigating your behaviors. He's in detective mode and NSB agent mode at the same time; he won't ask for help nor reveal his intentions when he asks to spend more time with you.

He cares, but his pride can get in the way.

Finally he pieces together the puzzle, with clues and hints he obtained partially from you and partially from totally legitimate public sources, no hacking involved. (/s)

"You could've just asked me!" You laugh and wave him off. "It's no big deal!"

Luke gets stern with you. "You were subjected to immense psychological and physical abuse."

You just smile. "And you haven't been?" His scowl gets deeper. "Tell you what! Promise to look after me, so you don't have to worry about me getting trapped or endangered ever again! And then I'll be able to smile freely all the time!"

He reluctantly agrees.

Don't ask if the plush dog he gives you the next time you meet has a camera in it.

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💜 Marius 💜

Your cheerful and carefree nature is what draws Marius to you in the first place.

He's constantly under stress. Whether it's school, tutoring, Z, or Pax, he always has some project pending and is subject to intense scrutiny.

You're a breath of fresh air from stuffy old men. You smile, you laugh, you play. He wants some of that l joy back in his life.

Unfortunately, trauma knows trauma. The more time he spends with you, the more he picks up on eccentricities that... don't quite line up with "innocence" the way he imagines it.

He understands the value of secrets and how they can protect others. He's had to keep secrets to protect his family, the company, reputations, wealth, you name it.

But he also wants to work on being more honest with himself, and that means being more honest with his closest friends. He doesn't have many friends, so he wants you to be able able confide in him the same way he can confide in you.

Of course, while he's a bold and bright businessman, he's a timid and inexperienced friend.

He'll try to tease and pout his way into your heart and mind. "Aww, are you laughing at me again, miss/mx/mister?" Tugging at your sleeves and your heartstrings. "Trying to trick me with a fake smile? Miss/mx/mister doesn't trust me..."

Turns out he has to be direct and blunt. You two end up having a heart to heart about your respective fears and struggles, the horrors you've faced, the sorrowful smiles and the humorous tears.

He comes up with an idea. "Here's a key to my studio. Want to turn pain and fear into something bright? Show me what you can paint."

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

💚 Vyn 💚

In case it wasn't readily apparent, Vyn picks up on your act instantly.

He's a psychiatrist. He doesn't know why you act this way, but he can figure out it's unnatural.

(Not to mention he enjoys card tricks. He's also good at perceiving sleight of hand and other "magic" that involves showing someone what you want them to see, instead of showing them the truth and mechanisms behind the magic.)

Instead of playing games or trying to snoop his way into your secrets, he just observes you.

He's skilled at sitting back and watching, waiting, picking up pieces and fitting them together.

You catch him by surprise, however, when you call him out on his behavior.

"Vyn, am I your patient or your friend?" You pout at him and fold your arms over your chest in a highly exaggerated manner, one that is almost comical in nature. You shift back into chuckles and spin around as you wait for his answer.

Your one moment of frustration could easily be brushed off as a joke, but Vyn hears there is actual hurt in your words.

"You are... quite the anomaly," he replies at last. "You wear both the masks of comedy and tragedy. I couldn't help but wonder which was your real face." He leans closer and whispers, "I want to see my friend's true face, beneath all the masks and pretenses. Is that so wrong, dear?"

[worldseer]

Who are your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from JJK? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Thanks.....

I admit, most of my favorite characters from JJK I somewhat thirst over but I'll try to keep those thoughts out of why I love them (because I do have some genuine reason besides thirst for liking them). 1. Toji Fushiguro

First and foremost, I like his calm attitude yet snarky way of talking. Also he's just a badass. We all all saw him kick ass any time he came on screen. His physique and strength is something to envy ngl (which I had big muscles too). And yes, not the best dad but I KNOW this man was the best fucking husband he could be. 2. Kento Nanami

HE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER! It's obvious he cares a lot about people, especially young sorcerers. I like to believe that while he hates how Jujutsu Society operates, he tries to make the small changes necessary to make it better (aka not having child soldiers die and get traumatized like he did). Plus I fully agree that both aspects of life (living as a sorcerer or working a normal job) sucks too.

3. Ryomen Sukuna

HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON BEFORE YOU ALL STAB ME TO DEATH CEASAR STYLE- He's genuinely an interesting antagonist to me. He has layers, I think that's apparent. He's cocky, but for good reason. And there have been moments where I near shat my pants watching him (we all saw that Jogo vs. Sukuna fight and those jumpscares he did. Also both VAs did amazing cackles). His true form from the Heian Era is also so cool to look at as well, and I think may inspire me to be more creative with my own character designs in the future.

4. Suguru Geto

HOLD ON, HOLD ON- Once again, I love a layered antagonist and HOLY SHIT HE HAS LAYERS! Like- ok- I get what his goal is. I get what he wants. And frankly, if my lover best friend died, came back to life, and close friend I was meant to protect died as well, yeah I'd be kinda fucked up so see people celebrating and not batting an eye. Yes, running a cult and committing literal genocide are. . . choices. But in the end, his goal is to protect sorcerers (a group constantly being used and controlled by the majority of non-sorcerers) and that makes some sense.

5. Toge Inumaki

I personally think he's a bit underrated, and underutilized. Sure, I know he's not loaded with Cursed Energy but like- that technique he has can be overpowered as hell. Also, I like how he insists on using ingredient names to convey how he feels when he could just- avoid commands? Like he can obviously use nouns. As long as there's a proper subject, then verbs won't use the cursed speech technique (Don't flame me if I'm wrong, I haven't read through too much of the manga). He's cute, I love his vibes, and he is my son. As for moments in the series, they're more small than most expect: 1. Whenever Mahito gets his ass beat - Self explanatory. Yes I'm still fucking mad about what happened to Nobara and Nanami.

2. When Yuji met Toge in the streets of Shibuya - SALMON! But fr, I love the small moments that show friendship between sorcerers that otherwise don't meet up much. And Toge just being there, chilling with a megaphone to help people is funny to me.

3. The last conversation between Megumi and Toji - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! PAIN! BUT ALSO YOU CAN SEE HOW HAPPY TOJI IS FOR HIS SON! I'M GONE. DEAD.

4. THAT Nanami scene - MAPPA served us good as did Kenjiro Tsuda. "The number and locations of your allies," anything for you, love. Let's go to Malaysia and sit on a beach. I giggle every time.

5. The phone conversation Suguru and Satoru have - The expressions and conversation kill me everytime. They're 'close friends' your honor.

[audrey-carr1]

The Baroness makes house calls (part 3/?)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: Do you know how much research I had to do on Gilded Age sex education?! As well as interior design of gilded age homes?! A lot, but it was all in the name of fun. I haven't written fanfics let alone smut in about 11 years so I am incredibly rusty! Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy and please feel free to leave comments!

warnings: NSFW, SMUT AHOY!, fem!reader, first time reader,

reaching a fever pitch that's bringing me out the dark

Hetty is overcome with so many emotions as she follows the younger woman to bed. You aren't sure who started undressing the other one first. Hetty only knows that she wants to be as close to (y/n) as possible. You both are finally down to your shifts, and Hetty begins kissing you as she urges you further upon the bed, and on your back.

Before going any further, Hetty stops.

"(y/n), are you sure about this?" Hetty asks once more.

You nod, but that isn't enough. "I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it. I won't be upset if you this is not what you wish," Hetty nearly begs.

"Yes Hetty, I want this. I want all of you, and I want you to have all of me" You reply before quickly kissing her again. You can only go so long without her touch before you feel like a mad woman. Hetty's kisses move from your lips to your neck, and you arch your neck to give her further access. You can't begin to describe the feelings you have at this moment. The butterflies in your stomach flew rampantly and you had a warm feeling that went from your head to your toes. It was almost like you developed another fever, but this kind was enjoyable. Hetty licked and sucked at your necked before laying a bite down on your pulse. You gasp at the pain, and a small moan escapes as that pain turns to pleasure. Without thought your hips also shoot up causing Hetty to grin against your skin. It's like she put a spell on you, your body doesn't feel like it's your own and it's now being driven by lust and need. Something you knew very little about. You tried to push the insecurities away, but you couldn't but wonder if you would be a terrible lover due to your lack of experience. Hetty is married and older, therefore she's the most experienced person in this room. You try to focus on Hetty's hands as they move further up your thighs and slowly start to part them. As your thighs parted, you felt something different causing you to clamp your thighs together practically trapping Hetty's hands in the process. This action surprised both of us causing Hetty to speak first. "What is it darling? Did you not like -"

"You can't", you said in a whisper even though you two were the only one's in the room. "I think something's wrong with me."

Hetty quickly removes her hands from your person, "Do you feel sick again, we can-"

"It's not what you think... down there," you cut her off again much to Hetty's displeasure.

Hetty is even more confused and slightly nervous that she has pushed you too far and far too quickly. You sit back up, and you whisper in Hetty's ear, "I'm wet,"

"You're we-" It finally dawns on Hetty what you're talking about, and it's like all of the air has been sucked out of the room. Hetty quickly inhales through her nostrils trying to gain her bearings. Hetty is even more painfully aroused. Never did she think she would be the more experienced lover when it came to sex, yet here she was. Not that she was complaining, but now she needed to quickly uncloud her mind to give you proper explanations. Hetty refused for you to have so many unanswered questions as she did during her first experience.

Hetty notices your eyes are watching her face, waiting for her to say something. Hetty takes a moment to swallow before she speaks again. "That is nothing to worry about my darling. In fact, that happens to every woman when she desires her partner,"

You still look to Hetty with wide eyes, and she knows that you are still a little lost on the subject.

"May I?" she asks taking your hand. You nod, and before you know your hand is between her legs and you feel something wet against your fingers, "As you can see I'm in the same predicament as you,"

"Does this happen all the time?" You ask and without thinking you move your fingers against Hetty. You watch Hetty bite her bottom lip as she reacts to your movement. She lets out a shaky breath. Hetty should have known this would not be a quick session of question and answer. Your curiosity is one of the many attributes she adores about you.

"I think the best way for me to tell you is to show you," Hetty says before removing your hand from between her thighs. Hetty quickly maneuvers from in front of you to behind you, "Time for a lesson. Look ahead of you in the mirror,"

You look up into Hetty's vanity mirror in front of her bed.

"May I lift your dress?" Hetty asks also watching you in the mirror.

"Yes," you say in addition to a nod. Hetty grabs the hem of the shift and quickly yet gently removes it from your body. You're left completely naked, and you hear Hetty's breath hitch. Hetty presses a chaste kiss to your shoulder.

"I have never seen someone more beautiful than you," Hetty whispers in your eye.

If you weren't already blushing, you'd be sure that your cheeks were red. Hetty's hands start caressing your outer thighs, and you feel tingly all over. Her hands continue their search upward. Her hands reach your breasts and she takes both of them in her hands. She toys with them enjoying the small sounds she pulls from you with her movements.

"Spread your legs for me please," Hetty says

"Well since you asked so nicely," you giggle as Hetty's hands fall to your thighs and help you part them wide enough. Her nails light scratch on your inner thighs, and you hum in pleasure.

"If you have any questions, any at all do not be afraid to ask me. I may not know everything, but I might know a thing or two,"

You nod, slightly curious as to what questions you may have. Hetty's hands inch closer to the curls between your legs, and she watches your face in the mirror for any discomfort. She is placed when she finds nothing but your lips parted in anticipation and curiosity.

"I'm going to touch you now. If at any time-"

"Yes, I know Hetty if I feel uncomfortable I can stop you at any time," You huff in slight frustration. Taking note of your tone, you briefly chastise yourself. Hetty is only trying to take care of. You begin, "I apologize for my outburst, it seems I am very eager to start said lesson,"

"Well I'm glad to have such an eager learner with me," Hetty says, "Let's begin."

Without any more hesitation, Hetty's finger slides down your front. You gasp, and your hips buck. Hetty quickly wraps her legs around yours to weigh you down. As expected Hetty finds her fingers covered in a damp, sticky heat.

"I can assume that you are familiar with the proper terms of your anatomy,"

You nod.

Hetty gives a devilish smirk, "Good,"

Her fingers circle your entrance and you feel all the air escape your lungs.

"Hetty," you moan as your head falls back to her shoulder.

Hetty hums quite pleased with herself. She continues to circle your entrance gathering copious amounts of your wetness on her fingers before her fingers begin to stroke upwards. She touches a part of you that sends electricity down your spine.

"That," you pant," What did you just touch,"

"That my darling is your clitoris. It's a little bundle of nerves that get very excited when touched like this," Hetty demonstrates this time with a little bit more pressure, and you arch against her.

Already knowing your answer, she asks, "Do you like it when I touch you here?" Her fingers move in a slow circular motion, and you feel yourself maddening by the second. Like there is pressure building up inside of you waiting to be released.

"Oh yes very much," Your hips try to meet your movements.

"I can also tell by how your body responds. Look at how your hips try to chase the movement with me," Hetty says urging you to look in the mirror.

It feels absolutely sinful to see such a sight, but it does add to your pleasure immensely. You bite your lip as you take in the sight of Hetty's legs wrapped around you with her hand circling between your legs. Your chest heaving as you take in the pleasure Hetty is giving you. The room feels hotter now that we are closer. You feel delirious as you are under Hetty's blissful control. Hetty's fingers delve towards her entrance again, not entering but gathering more of your wetness before returning to the circular pattern above. Hetty notices that your eyes have become more hooded, and your breathing has started to pick up. She slows down her motions, and you whine in response.

"Why did you slow down?" You ask.

"Because I intend on taking my time with you," Hetty replies kissing your temple.

You let out a huff, and Hetty chuckles. Hetty's fingers go delve back down to your entrance. You man as you feel her fingers swirl around you.

"I am going to insert my fingers now," Hetty says.

"Will it hurt?" You ask quickly. You remember your married friends mentioning how their first times were not enjoyable, and you begin to wonder if this was part where it became painful.

"It should not be painful, but it will feel" Hetty searches for the right word," Different. If it is painful, tell me and I will stop immediately,"

You nod, and you watch in the mirror as Hetty enters you with one finger. You don't feel much besides a tinge of pressure that quickly subsides. Hetty was right, it's not painful just different. Hetty watches your expression in the mirror looking for any sign of pain or discomfort. She breathes a silent sigh of relief when she finds none. Hetty's finger begins to thrust, and your eyes roll back at the feeling. Your hips begin to meet her thrusts, and Hetty slowly starts to pick up the pace. One of your hands grabs onto Hetty's thigh as you feel the need to tether yourself to something. Hetty didn't know how much she would enjoy watching you lose yourself in the throws of passion, she even admires how you fight to keep your eyes open to miss a moment of what she's doing to you. Hetty could almost reach completion by watching you come undone in the mirror. Hetty can tell by the pulsing around her fingers, that your first orgasm is approaching quickly. Hetty feels her hand slicken even more with your arousal as your tiny whimpers of need become full-blown moans. Hetty decides it's time for the grand finale. Hetty's finger travels deeper searching for that spongy patch, she's so often searched for on herself. Hetty can tell when she finds it because you nearly scream, before quickly covering your mouth with your hand. Hetty let you adjust to the feeling before her other hand began to circle on your clit again. You begin to think Hetty may be trying to kill you. You feel like a puppet, and she's pulling all of the right strings.

"Hetty, Hetty," you repeat, "Oh please."

Your mind is so muddled you are not sure what it is you are pleading for, but you know that Hetty knows. Overcome with pleasure your head falls back to Hetty's shoulder and your eyes are tightly shut as you watch stars explode behind them. Hetty watches your face and smiles as she sees how expressive you are. She watches as your mouth falls into the perfect 'O' shape, and she feels you clench tightly around her fingers.

"Oh, Henrietta!" Your back arches, your hips jerk, and your body quivers as you come undone for the first time. A feeling you can only describe as pure ecstasy washing over you. Hetty follows you in completion, shocked by how she did so without being touched. Hetty's finger still moves inside of you drawing out the last few bits of pleasure. Hetty whispers in your ear how amazing you are and how beautiful you look. As your body relaxes against hers, Hetty slowly removes her finger from you. You wince slightly, but you find the discomfort only to be brief. You watch Hetty in the mirror as she lifts her finger to her nose before taking the digit into her mouth. You feel the vibrations against your back as Hetty moans at the taste of you. Hetty had never felt more free than when was with you. Elias be damned. Hetty knew that she was ruined for anyone else by you, and you knew that you were ruined for anyone else by her. Hetty moves off the bed before searching for a nearby rag to run under the sink. Hetty comes back to clean you up, and places light kisses all around your face before meeting your awaiting lips. She dresses you in one of her nightgowns and helps you crawl into bed.

"Hetty, do remember when you said I could ask you any questions?" You ask

"Yes, I recall," Hetty says as she climbs into bed next to you.

"When can we do that again? And when can I do what you did to me on you,"

Hetty throws her head back in laughter before she kisses you again.

"We have all the time in the world," Hetty hopes.

-END-

A/N: Part three as promised! I should probably start my other work before I start part four of this. Blame the ADHD lol. Hope you all enjoyed reading, and as always I take requests and I love reading comments! TTYL!

[uh-velkommen]

Anyone who knows me knows that I have ALWAYS been a very politically vocal person. I also used to spend a majority of my time on Instagram. But when 2020 hit I became such an unrecognizable person that I had to delete Instagram and cut myself off from everyone just to regain my center and sense of self.

I didn't know it at the time but I think with my autistic sense of justice coupled with my paranoia (like diagnosable, serious paranoia) and how stressful my living situation was at the time, it was the perfect blend for a ticking time bomb. I became so uncontrollably consumed with politics that I would attack anyone and everyone. I was experiencing full mania, posting nonstop on Instagram, arguing with people I followed, cutting off family members, not sleeping, overworking myself protesting, and when I wasnt protesting, I wouldnt leave my bed, all while dealing with the stress of the pandemic, a subpar diet in my neglectful choldhood home, and a lack of space to call my own. Even if I seemed collected on the outside, my insides felt like boiling water. I never got a moment of calm. It was autistic overstimulation amplified. I also felt such a sense of hopeless and really rathered Id be dead than continue trying. All these emotions but I just couldn't stop. I wasn't in control.

After some time, I found my normal again, but it made me so scared to speak out about anything because I didn't want to spiral again. I ignored the news, I muted people who talked about politics, I avoided all things political and any semblance of a political conversation at all costs. I'd never been so quiet before. This was around the time Ukraine and Isreal started becoming the hot topic. You can see it here. All my political posts just stop sometime around 2021. And even though I chose to stop "spreading awareness" about things, I started to feel this immense guilt that I was seemingly not doing my part. Or that my IG account now looked like BLM was a fad I participated in, and I couldn't care less about those pesky Palestinians /sarcasm. All the while, I was dying inside NOT talking about it.

I used that time to read up on the history of the Israel-Palestine conflict, I was reaching out to my high school friends who were now growing families in Palestine, I was trying to think of way to engage in the movement that didn't involve reposting the same 5 Instagram posts that everyone was already sharing, and that didn't involve financial investment as that was SO not a possibility for me. I boycotted what I could, but I was living in Sweden by that time, so it was a boycot by circumstance.

Now, with this whole Banning TikTok debacle, I am just so mad that no one can see that it's a political attack. Ever since 2020, the government has been mad at us for using it as a means of education and organization. That's when the whole subject of banning it arose. We -as in American people - are being punished for utilizing our First Amendment right. That of protesting and organizing (not the stupid misinterpretation of "I can say whatever I want" used by right wingers). It seems like everyone has forgotten that and are just whining about their brainrot being taken away or getting on Twitter to rave about what social media is doing to us. People outside of the US are laughing as if this isn't a modern-day example of mass censorship happening right in front of our eyes. And suddenly, I can feel the boiling water moving up from my toes. Suddenly, I want to slap everyone across the face and get them to wake up. Open your eyes, people! I'm tired of sitting back with this, "we'll there's nothing we can really do that we haven't been doing already" attitude. I want to burn down the white house. I want people to stop treating Luigi Magione like some Robin Hood sex image. I don't want to just settle for this loss of autonomy and progress. I don't want to feel like a minority within a minority within a minority within a minority. What else is there to do when everyone has settled for just dealing?

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Alice 'Allie' Parkington is WonderSpider!

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Miguel: One year and four months ago, I devised the formula for inter-dimensional travel, allowing me to open portals across the multiverse. I created an elite stri-

Alice: Oh, Okay! -

[Alice is the result of a 'Adapt-A-Spider' Challenge, where you adapt a pre-existing character into a Spider! You can see more of my fun Spidersona challenges HERE]

(Also HUGE THANKS to @fairytalespider who made the OG SpiderSnow!)

Gwen Stacy isn't the only blonde who knows about miraculously falling through wormholes.

Except Allie got sent to the universe with talking animals, and a maniacal queen with of taste for beheadings. Not that she's complaining. Not when the tea parties are so delightful~

At 7 years old Alice Parkington found a white waist-coated rabbit, on a hurry to who knows where -

And she followed him, fell down a hole, and never came back.

Origins:

[Alice's world is a mix of the book's portrayal, the cartoon's, and Tim Burton's (though I haven't seen the movies). Her story begins at the end of book - a similar ending to the cartoon movie, but instead she doesn't wake up.]

After losing a game of croquet to The Red Queen of Hearts, Alice is sent to the dungeons, awaiting her beheading on the Queen's orders. That is, until she finds an enchanted Spider in her cell, sent by an ally. When she's bitten, it gives her all the power of Wonderland - and binds her there forever. After escaping The Red Queen's Death Row, Alice was adopted by the woman who helped free her - The kind but exiled The White Queen or Marmoreal, aka Her Aunt Mirana.

Now The Blue Princess of Marmoreal, Alice is next in line for the throne, and the web-swinging protector of Tugley Woods, Wonderland. She spends her days fighting against the tyrannical and murderous rule of The Red Queen of Hearts, and The Court of Cards. With The Mad Hatter as her martyred Uncle Ben - Alice calls Wonderland her home, though she's always left questioning what's real and what isn't. At this point, she's accepted she'll never know the answer. So when she's recruited for Spider Society, it's just another rabbit hole to go down, and another adventure to fall into. On campus she's known as WonderSpider, and she's a lot more powerful (and ruthless) than you'd think.

Design and Personality:

Alice is a lot less sugar and a bit more spice, with her personality taking after the book (moreso than the movies).

Alice is bubbly and independent. She's as curious as a cat and as chatty as a bird. And she's all about asking questions and finding her own way in the world.

She's loves tea parties and foraging and making crazy experiements in the Hatter's workshop. And now that he's gone, she still finds herself in there, cooking up another magical sweet or Victorian style gadget. When she's not doing that, she's at The White Queens side, begrudgingly taking (literally) nonsensical etiquette classes. She isn't afraid to speak up for herself and others. And once she makes her mind up, it's settled.

Despite what some may think, she's isn't an entire lunatic. She's hasn't gone Wonderland Mad yet.

Even since a young girl, Alice has always been known for asking questions - trying to find the sense in nonsense before coming to a conclusion. She's great at picking up on details, and thinking outside the box. And she's always the one to keep a level head, no matter what the circumstances. Doom is not assured when reality is subjective. She's as logical as she is loopy, and although some may think there's nothing going on between her ears, they are sorely mistaken.

She always wears her glasses. She needs them to see.

Or rather, she needs them to see correctly. Having a cause of The Mads, taking off her glasses distorts her vision of the room into a psychedelic and disorienting wonderland version itself - which hurts. She keeps them on always. Though they can be knocked off during battle. Like other Spider-people - The lenses squint, blink, and emote. They have a permanent and consistently moving patterns and colors. Between blinks, the design may change, the swirls changing color or direction. Sometimes the words she's saying may flash over them for emphasis, and they can contain anything from exclamation points to tie dye.

Alice is a de facto genius.

An expert chemist, Alice has mastered dozens of recipes and chemistry formulas using the vegetation in Wonderland. She's cracked the code to rabbit holes, and has an amazing affinity for science and theoretical theory. And if she doesn't understand a certain law of physics or something, she can just choose to ignore it. Literally.

Powers & Abilities:

Hobie told Alice that laws are oppressive. She agreed, told him she hates the laws of physics - then started floating to the ceiling like a balloon. Needless to say, reality doesn't really work for Alice. And she cannot control it.

But no matter what her misfortune, though - She'll always say 'Oh, dear.'

Reality Warp:

Wonderland has side effects. Alice can grow and shrink at will, but once she's there, she can't go back. When she wants, she can manifest rabbit holes to Wonderland on any flat surface, but she doesn't know where they are - so she always falls into them. Her tears are huge, and they flood any room. And for some reason, she's obsessed with cookies. It she sees one, she'll eat it. It doesn't matter if it says 'Eat Me' or not. If you hand her something and tell her to drink, she will. It's the one thing she won't question, although she should know better. She'll read the label, and if it's not clearly labeled bleach or poison, she's drinking it. If it's not those two things, it must be safe right?

The Power of Imagination:

Like Spider-Ham has the Super-Slapstick ability, Alice has the Power of Imagination on her side. If she can make logic of it or believe it, then there is a random chance it will happen. If the team is looking for a way past a locked door, Alice may say 'If only there were a mousehole somewhere here. Mice are such scampers, they can get into anywhere!' There will probably be a 1/4 chance of a mouse running by, leading them to a cartoon like mousehole she can shrink and go through. However, Alice can't will it to happen. She can't be asking or hoping for it, and the thought has to be completely innocent and 'wonderous' for it to work. The ability can also be compounded, with multiple unlikely things happening rapid fire - however this is less likely and HIGHLY dangerous if done in other universes, and is likely to cause an anomaly. Plus everyone else involved goes a tad bit 'loopy' for a bit.

This ability only works outside of Wonderland, and it was discovered by Miguel.

When Alice met Miguel, she began to question his interesting suit, and so she asked. Miguel began to explain to her, but confused, Alice said 'Well, that's nonsensical. Surely you can't wear light like fabric. If that were true, I could pull this right off you.' - And then she did. And suddenly she was holding his suit in her hands as if it were made of fabric, and Miguel was there in his underwear.

Alice's response: 'Oh dear.'

Chesire Mode:

When surrounded by enough chaos or kinetic energy, Alice can go Chesire Mode, and really goes off the bend. She experiences full Wonderland Madness - similar to the Hatter, and gains the ability to unravel herself and turn invisible. Her voice begins to echo, creating a disorienting and hallucination-like affect. Doing this is known to cause madness, but it affects everyone in the room.

Equipment:

WebShooters: Alice uses mechanical Web-Shooters created by her and The Mad Hatter. Her webs are silly string and streamers. 'Bow'-nus Arms: Alice's waist ribbon is extendable like Mr.Fantastic's limbs, serving essentially as a second set of arms. However, when it's off of her, it's much more similar to Doctor Strange's cape, having a mind and personality of it's own. She can take it off and ask it do it, and it'll go off and (try it's best) to do it, just like a snake. It's name is David Bowie. She does not know who David Bowie is - it's just a coincidence: it's family name is Bow-ie, and David is a common name.

Random Facts:

Alice hangs out with a lot of the 'Eccentric' and Mini Spiders - She likes others from cartoons or fairytales, or anyone made for whimsy.

And she likes spending her time small.

She has a crush on Lego Spider-Man. She shrinks to be with him lol

He naturally finds her a little offputting, they're NOT a thing but she wishes (sis he's literal plastic)

Alice's best friends are SpiderPetal, SpiderSnow (@fairytalespider), SpiderFairy (@stardust948) and Spider-Ham.

Since they all live in either a woodland area, a cartoon, or both, those are usually who she's with

Though she only goes small around people she trusts - but never someone like Miguel. In fact, with Miguel, she does the opposite.

When Miguel is in the room, Alice prefers to grow 'full size' as in... taking up the whole room giantess style.

She says it helps, because 'It makes Mr.O'hara look like a little toy soldier.'

With the size of his lair, she can often grow taller faster than he can get lower - so he'll stay up there, and she'll grow to meet his eye.

She can decide when to stop growing or shrinking, just not when she'll turn back.

This power is transferable. Alice's wonderland powers still work elsewhere, and so her cookies and drinks do too.

Alice can only keep 1 cookie and 1 drink on her at one time, never more, it'll always be ruined.

She can use these to either extend her state, or have someone shrink or grow along with her.

But once she uses the one of each item, she can't get more until she returns home and makes more.

HOWEVER. HOWEVER - Alice is down for deals.

If you come to her world and ask for some cookies or potions, she'll give it to you. But there's a mandatory tea party involved, and the only payment she asks is that you bring sweets for the guests - Vegan please!!

(Her favorite is angel food cake, after cookies of course)

Those aren't the only ones - she has dozens of sophisticated concoctions for any need - floating and weightlessness, invisibility, even the ability to mimic voices perfectly -

And just the same, she's able to carry one of each when outside of Wonderland.

A frequent customer of hers is Hobie. He puts the potions to work - plus he makes the best vegan coconut macaroons.

Oh - also DO NOT Drink her tea though - it's made with Wonderland Tea Leaves....Great for a good time, horrible for bedtime.

Despite not knowing her specific age - Alice is a young adult - and she works at The Society.

Her Uncle Hatter was a master chemist, alchemist, magician, chef - and dozens of other things. And for years, Alice studied under him.

Originally, Miguel assumed all of this knowledge would be non-transferable nonsense, but - wrong.

Alice is one of the leading scientists at The Society - with a concentration in Multiversal Physics, studying everything from the visual styles of universes, the path between universes, and differences in time.

She'll often say something, only to get dismissed by Miguel.

But Lyla will cut him off, telling him that scientifically, Alice IS making sense.

It's just that because her world is totally backwards, the ideas she has to describe her thoughts are backwards too.

After a while, she becomes one of the main people to write the updates and programs for the watches, working with Miguel as her boss.

She's like a bop-it, full of weird and very useless quirks.

If her feet get wet, they make the duck waddle sound when she walks.

If she hits her head, it makes the TikTok 'Boink' sound. She runs and it makes the Flintstones noise.

If she stubs her toe or gets hurt on something tiny, she'll scream like Tom The Cat.

She burps bubbles (like the soap kind) and her sneezes sound like one of those party straw thingies.

Sometimes her Wonderland powers play tricks on her. She'll be like 'I'm outta here!!' then walk into a looney toons wall. And she's so embarrassed cause the cartoon noises make it so much worse fhgsuigdf

Sometimes when she tries to run she stays in one place for a second before the running kicks in (like a cartoon) - and Miguel just grabs her and she's like 'Dratz, I was trying to get away.'

She enjoys hanging out with Hobie, though she does not understand him at all.

Like, she's British too - did I mention she's British, cause she's from Victorian England -

But she has no opinion on his ideology because it's ???? lost on her

He's like 'This is a metaphor for capitalism' and she'd be like 'I don't know what that is.'

He's like 'count your blessings'.

But Hobie LOVES that Alice doesn't stick to the rules -

and that she gives the middle finger to the laws of physics by just existing

He's like 'That's so cool, what you just did. Real Metal.'

She's like 'I suppose I am just a container, filled with slowly decaying food - so in that way, I am quite like a fridge, which is cool and made of metal-'

And he's like 'what are you talking about-'

And they mainly hangout because they're both lazy.

Alice is tirrreeed of all these weird physics rules and new technology and non talking cutlery.

She'd much prefer to take a nap, or wander off, of have a tea party, or do ANYTHING that isn't work. Same girl same

And that's it! Most of it, I'll probably maybe maybe not write a post about her joining the society and how it completely warps her perception of reality because she's been trying to get home for so long, she doesn't even know if her home exists then there's this new society through ANOTHER wormhole but she still can't get home-

Oh and before I go, her intro art is inspired by Qveen Herby's single Abracadabra!

Yeah. If you made it this far THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME UR TIME! Thank you so so much for entertaining me I MEAN IT THANK YOU I KNOWI POST SO MANY OCS AND IT'S KINDA OVERWHELMING SORRY AAHHH MY BRAIN CANT STOP I CANT FOCUS HELP

Anyway I'm normal

HERE HOBIE

Bye.

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 38, devil's roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

Nico turned for the hundredth time, he checked the clock, 01:53am. He still hadn't been able to get to sleep, he stared out the window until he noticed a figure standing outside the infirmary. The doors weren't locked, he wasn't sure why but he walked outside trying to see who would be standing outside side the infirmary, by the look of it smoking at almost two in the morning. As he edged closer, still remaining perfectly silent he realised it was Will, he crept up behind him, not believing his eyes. As he got closer he realised he was crying, he sank to the floor as he brought the cigarette back to his lips, breathing the smoke in and out.

"Will, are you okay?" He said sitting down next to him,

"Neeks? What are you doing out here?"

"Couldn't sleep, saw someone outside. Will what happened?" Nico said, grasping his hand,

"Lost a patient today, she was barely seven. Isla Brown, I thought she was doing better, she said she was feeling fine, everything seemed normal, we were doing hourly check ups, she was fine at seven, then we walked in at eight and she had no pulse, she never said anything about being in pain, and we tried to bring her back but it- it didn't work. We never even found out her godly parent, I think she was an Athena kid though, she was crazy smart especially for her age."

"I'm so sorry."

"I should have been able to save her."

"You can't prevent every death, it's part of how the world work."

"But she was so young."

"I know, the world in cruel that way."

"It's my fault, I should have noticed I-"

"Noticed what? Something you still can't figure out?"

"I should have run extra tests I-"

"William. It isn't your fault, there was nothing you could do. She's happy, she's in Elysium, I can sense it, and she doesn't blame you."

"But-"

"Shh, you said you could glow in the dark, can you show me?" A faint light started to appears from around him, growing brighter quickly.

"I can go brighter but I don't want to get anyones attention."

"That's so cool, why don't you show it off more?"

"I have the most boring powers, what's glowing in comparison to having perfect aim with a bow."

"Anyone with enough practice can learn to shoot a bow and arrow, don't think anyone can just try and suddenly glow in the dark." Will half smiled

"I guess." Nico glanced down, the light had revealed a scar on his forearm, he didn't want to panic but as he slowly turning his arm around more and more scars and cuts revealed themselves, most didn't look that old and they all looked very much self inflicted. How the Hades had he not noticed before? He thought back to every time he'd seen Will, he was always wearing a hoodie or some other sort of long sleeves. Fuck, he started to panic but managed to keep his expression calm, he knew he needed to say something but what the fuck was he going to say?

"I guess you think I'm a hypocrite now?"

"What?"

"Telling you to quit drugs and smoking yet here I am."

"Why haven't you gotten help?" Nico asked, being careful around the subject, he wasn't exactly sure how Will would react and was trying desperately to not make him mad.

"I'm not worth it, even if I was I don't have the time for it."

"Wil-"

"I've never been on a quest and I can't fight to save my life, I'm not worth helping."

"Without you all of camp would be dead."

"Clearly I'm not doing too good of a job, I've lost so many patients, more than Michael ever did."

"Two wars have happened, obviously more people are going to die after a war."

"He would ha-"

"No. No he couldn't, Will sometimes people die no matter what you do. If the fates decide it you can't save them, sometimes people are too close to death and no matter what you do you can't save them." He pulled him closer, pressing his lips to the taller boy's. "Everyone's worth saving Will, you told me that, so apply it to yourself." Nico ran his finger over Will's cuts, "And please, please tell me if you ever want to hurt yourself again. William, you're one of the nicest people I know, you care for people even if you know nothing about them, I've never even seen you get mad at someone, everyone would miss you."

"You haven't seen every part of me, you don't know how many people I've hurt. I hate myself."

"Will, you can't be perfect. Nobody's perfect, everyone has different sides. You're only human."

"But I hurt them, I was trying to hurt them and I did."

"What are you even talking about?" He said, pulling the cigarette out of his boyfriend's hand and taking a breath before getting rid of it, he knew he wasn't meant to but he needed it.

"When I first came out, people started to say stuff, it made me hate myself but I wouldn't fight them. That- that was until one time a group of Demeter kids were beating the living shit out of Kayla for being les so I... I sort of fought them... I broke a few jaws and arms until Annabeth stopped me. I don't regret it but- I shouldn't have hurt them, I'm a fucking healer I'm not meant to fucking hurt people."

"You did the right thing."

"I should have called it down, not made it worse."

"You stood up for your sister, that's nothing to feel bad for."

"I still shouldn't have hurt them."

"I would have killed them, you're did a lot better than I would have."

"I'm a fucking healer, and that wasn't the only time."

"You're a person, you're whole life isn't your power, you are a living, breathing, human being who sometimes does things that aren't perfect. I don't know who told you otherwise, tell me who hurt you, and let me make life hell for them."

"Don't do that, they don't deserve it."

"Look me straight in the face and tell me you wouldn't do the same if someone was in your position."

"I- but- they-"

"Will, you deserve to be happy just as much as everyone else, I don't know why you don't believe that."

"My own blood doesn't want me."

"What would you say if Leo said that?"

"But that's different, he's brave and smart and a genuinely amazing person. He's fought and his life's been hard, he's had to work so hard for everything."

"Apply that to yourself."

"I'm worthless, no one fucking wants me, not just my family."

"I want you. Will I want you and I love you no matter how much you hate yourself I will always love you."

"You'll get tired of me soon enough, they always do."

"I swear I won't, I swear on the river of Styx I will never stop loving you William."

"Why would yo-" His sentence was interrupted by a kiss, Nico wrapped his hands around his neck, Will smelt like smoke and strawberries, he was warm even in the cold night. He wiped a tear from his eyes,

"Just being honest, come on Sunshine." He whispered, pulling him up, they walked with each other inside the infirmary.

"Will, can you stay?"

"Course Neeks." He started to walk towards the chair

"Sleep, you need it." Will wanted to protest but his tiredness got the better of him so he slipped inside the bed next the the raven haired boy, kissing him on the forehead before they both fell asleep.

***

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Ok here’s a request (u don’t have to do it if u don’t have time).

Relationship: Jesse/Becky/reader(or original character)

The reader has been keeping a secret from their partners Jesse and Becky, they had an abusive parent. They only find out bc of a fight or something when the reader experiences some ptsd/anxiety symptoms. This results in fluffy hurt comfort.

(I totally understand if this is to much to write bc of the subject matter, so if u can’t because of personal reasons I get it.)

Thanks!

For The Better

Fandom: Full House

Pairing:  Jesse Katsopolis x Becky Donaldson x Female Reader

Characters: Jesse Katsopolis, Rebecca Donaldson, Female Reader, Nicky Katsopolis, Alex Katsopolis

Word Count: 2319 // Rating: Mature

Summary: Jesse does something he regrets

Tags/ Warnings: Child abuse, Hitting, Spanking, Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Arguing, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Bad Behaviour, Naughty Children, PTSD, Anxiety, Crying, Guilt, Request, Requested Fic, Polyamory, Throuple, Co-Parenting

Notes: I am working slowly through all my requests. I'm not into many of them atm because im focused on my Elvis stuff [Jesse would be 100% on board with this i feel]

Hope this is okay.

‘Nicky, Alex stop!’ Jesse said as his sons darted around him. He was trying to work, to lay down new material, but he couldn't as his two rambunctious boys were determined to get under his feet. It had been like this all morning. Y/N had taken the girls to school whilst Becky was at work leaving him with no choice but to keep the boys in the basement with him as they worked on their new tracks. 

‘Jess man,’ Steve sighed from behind his drumkit. The twins had darted away from their father and were now interested in hammering on the cymbals and giggling at the noise they made. 

‘Boys!’ Jesse said lurching forward to collar them both and pull them away. He took his guitar off with his free hand and then bent down in front of them trying not to crack as they looked at him with those adoring eyes, ‘you need to behave now. I mean it. I don't want to have to punish you okay?’

‘Okay daddy,’ they said in unison. Jesse nodded and led them back to their small desk which was set up with a painting station in an attempt to keep them quiet, something that had not happened thus far. They sat down and started engaging which made Jesse heave a sigh of relief before he turned back to the guys and gestured for them to start playing again. As he took to the mic once more he finally started to relax.’

‘Well her love doesn't come along until midnight,

And her passion rages on until the daylight-’

‘Jess?’ came a call from the stairs interrupting his singing. The band groaned and he groaned along with them just as Y/N appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She smiled at him and said, ‘hey, sorry to interrupt I thought I’d come and take the boys off your hands.’

‘Well thanks,’ Jesse said as she sidled up to him, her hands resting on his chest, ‘didn't you see the on-air sign though?’

‘I must've missed it,’ she said, ‘sorry baby.’

‘It’s fine,’ Jesse said tightly making Y/N’s brow furrow.

‘Is this a problem? I mean it was a genuine mistake,’ Y/N said feeling uncomfortable. He was mad. She could tell.

‘You know better though,’ he said, ‘I mean you had to know I was recording down here.’

‘I did but I didn't think it was a big deal, Jess. I’m sorry okay,’ she said.

‘It's just between you and the boys we haven't gotten anything done,’ Jesse sighed exasperatedly. 

‘Well, that's what it's like when you have kids,’ she said.

‘You don't think I know that?’ Jesse said, ‘I mean, wait where are they?’ 

Jesse and Y/N’s heads whipped around looking for the tykes who were no longer at their assigned station. As he turned around he spotted two pairs of shoes sticking out from under his mixing table and headed towards it. Behind his desk were Nicky and Alex, tape in hand, unspooling masses and masses of black onto the floor around them. 

‘What the hell?!’ Jesse said. It was their current tape. The only thing they had managed to record the entire morning was now lost and unspooled all around his troublemakers. 

‘Look daddy,’ Nicky said offering up his now useless tape. 

‘What did you do!? I told you to behave!’

‘Jess it's okay we can sort it,’ Y/N said from behind. 

‘Can we?!’ he asked, ‘they don't listen Y/N! They run around and they make noise. They break things and terrorise anyone in the room. We can’t fix it! They don't listen to anything.’ 

‘So what do you suppose we do?’ she asked. 

‘I know,’ Jesse said and before waiting for her to reply he yanked Nicky and Alex out from the desk and stood them in front of him, ‘now I told you you had to behave and you didn't listen to me. So I’m sorry but I have to do this okay?’ 

And before Y/N could speak he spun them both around and placed two harsh spanks across each of their behinds. The twins didn't speak as he whipped them around, looking at him wide-eyed, ‘now I’m sorry it came to that but you boys understand right? You need to listen.’

‘Okay daddy,’ they said in a distinctly less jovial tone than before. 

‘Jess,’ Y/N said in barely more than a whisper. She couldn't believe what she had just whispered. All of a sudden memories cascaded in her brain like fireworks bringing with them pain and anguish. She couldn't think. Her body was in overdrive, there was ringing in her ears and sweat pumping off of her as she looked at the twins' hurt faces. Jesse looked up at her, clocking her blank face and offering one of worry from him but she couldn't say anything. Before he could question her she grabbed the twins and darted upstairs. 

She could hear him calling her but she couldn't stop. She needed to get out of there. She needed to protect them. She bolted upstairs, ignoring the tears that were now running down her face or the distressed cries from the boys as they asked her what was the matter. Once in the attic, she got them in their room, pushing their changing table up against the door. 

She collapsed against the opposite wall, trying to push out the echoes of shouting and the feel of red welts on her skin that weren't even there. 

‘What's the matter, mommy?’ Nicky asked coming to sit in her crossed lap.

‘Nothing baby,’ she sniffled pulling him in close and then Alex who was determined not to be left out in too, ‘it's fine. We’re safe.’ 

‘Y/N?’ she heard Jesse say, as he called her name again his voice got closer until she heard the rattle of the door handle from across the room. Her heart was thudding in her chest. It was a sound she had heard a million times before. Someone determined to get inside, to get to her when she didn't want them to. She couldn't let him in. She needed to protect her boys.

‘Y/N why is the door locked?’ he asked, ‘baby-’

‘Go away,’ she said and though it was faint he heard it.

‘Y/N what's going on?’

‘Go away Jess,’ she sniffled.

‘Y/N-’

‘Go away!’ 

She heard movement outside the door as Jesse rested against it. He was confused. He didn't know what had happened. In the span of two minutes, he had gone from a loving father to a man who hits his children. He knew he’d messed up. Spanking was never something he thought he would ever do but he had lost sight of himself. Everything had been so full on. The noise, the running around, the interruptions and finally the tape. He had lost it. And he instantly regretted it, even more so when he looked up and found Y/N’s horrified face watching him before she bolted from the room kids in two. Now she wasnt coming out. Was she scared of him? 

Pain rippled through him at the thought. He needed to see her. He needed her to come out so he could apologise. So he could beg for her forgiveness and tell the boys how much he was sorry. 

But he couldn't force his way in. He needed help. He needed Becky. 

✵✵✵

‘Jess just tell me what’s going on,’ Becky said as they climbed the stairs to the attic.

‘You'll find out soon enough,’ Jesse said as they entered their living room. Jesse gestured to the twins' room and then went to sit on their bed waiting with bated breath that this would work. Becky watched him confused before she headed to the door and tried to open it frowning when it wouldn't budge. 

‘Y/N?’ she asked gently. 

‘Beck?’ she heard a sniffle come from the other side of the door.

‘It’s me,’ Becky said, ‘can I come in?’ 

‘I can't open the door Beck,’ she said, ‘I can't-’

‘Why not?’ Becky asked.

‘I’m scared,’ she said, ‘and I keep telling myself Im overreacting but I can't get up. It's like I'm glued to the floor.’

‘Jesus, what happened?’ Becky said incredulously looking at Jesse for answers but couldn't bring himself to say anything and instead hung his head in shame. 

‘Mommy?’ Nicky said excitedly.

‘It's me, baby,’ Becky said, ‘Y/N you need to come out.’

Beck-’

‘Think of the boys,’ she said, ‘I mean you can't keep them in there forever-’

‘They're safe in here,’ Y/N reasoned.

‘And they're safe out here too,’ Becky reasoned, ‘why wouldn't they be?’

‘Jesse hit them,’ Y/N said making Becky’s eyes go wild.

‘What?’ she said, ‘is this true?’ 

‘Beck I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘I didn’t mean to.’

Becky watched him for a moment, hurt written all over her face before she retained her composure and she looked back at the door. 

‘Y/N, sweetheart, I know what he did was wrong but you have to come out. We have to talk about this. You can't keep the boys locked up forever honey. Please? Come out?’ she said. Y/N didn't reply but there was distinct movement behind the door and the next time Becky tried the handle it clicked open without issue. The boys flocked to her as she opened it, clinging onto a leg each as thas stroked their hair and then asked them to go and play. They ran into the living room resuming the leftover jigsaw that they had insisted on getting out at three am that morning. 

Becky walked into their room ad slid down beside Y/N on the floor as Jesse leaned against the wall watching them shamefully. 

‘Can someone tell me what happened?’ Becky asked, moving a strand of hair off of Y/N’s face as she sniffled. 

‘Jesse spanked the boys,’ Y/N said. 

‘Jess?’ Becky asked looking at her husband with the hope that it wasnt true.

‘I’m sorry okay? I don't know what came over me. They were getting into all sorts, they wouldn't sit still, we got no work done and then they ruined the tape we’d been working on all morning and I don't know. I just lost it,’ he said. 

‘So you hit them?’ Becky asked with disbelief.

‘I’m not proud of it Beck,’ he said, ‘and I’ll never do it again I swear.’

‘That's what he said,’ Y/N said with a scoff that made both pairs of eyes fall on her.

‘Who?’ Becky asked confused. 

‘My dad,’ she said shakily, ‘every time he used to hit me. Every time he’d march into my room finding the littlest thing to lose it at me over. He'd always say that that was the last time. That he never do it again.’

‘I never knew that about your dad,’ Bekcy said. 

‘I never talk about it,’ Y/N admitted, ‘I never needed to. I mean I thought I’d gotten rid of that shit but seeing Jess, I mean the boys’ faces just brought it all back.

‘Y/N you have to believe me when I say I couldn't feel worse right now. I know it was wrong. And believe me, I never want to feel this way again. I never want to upset you or the boys like this again.’

‘How can I trust that?’ she sniffled, ‘I mean I never thought you would-’

‘I mean it,’ Jesse said, ‘you two and the boys are my everything. You have to believe me.’

He came to kneel in front of them then. His hands were on theirs and he looked at them pleadingly. She looked at him for a second, her heart aching at the thought of his actions. 

‘Jess is right,’ Becky said, ‘I mean I don't condone what he did in any way shape or form but it was a momentary lapse. I believe that don't you?’ 

‘And if he gets angry again? If the twins do something like today again?’ Y/N asked. 

‘Like I said. Nothing they could ever do would make me want to feel this feeling again. It's the worst feeling in the world,’ he said.

‘Yeah,’ Becky said, ‘and I’m sure Jess doesn't expect forgiveness right away right aby?’

‘Whatever it takes for you and the boys to forgive me I’ll do,’ Jesse nodded. Y/N seemed to deliberate on that point for a moment before she nodded gently. 

‘And maybe we can talk about it a bit more?’ Becky said, ‘I mean we all have our own ideas about parenting and I know we discuss stuff but it's usually as it happening to us. Maybe it would be good if we talked a little more. That way when situations come up we’ll know how the others feel about it.’

‘Yeah, I mean I had no idea about your dad,’ Jesse said, moving to sit beside her. 

‘I’ve not felt those feelings in a long time,’ she admitted looking up at him, her eyes red-rimmed from crying which broke his heart all over again. 

‘I’m sorry it was me who made you feel that way,’ he said. 

‘Well I suppose it's better you’re trying to make up for it,’ she said with a weak smile, ‘he never even acknowledged it happened. A quick mumbled apology and then he’d be right back to where we started.’ 

‘Well then at least we’re making changes right?’ Becky said. 

‘For the better,’ Y/N said, leaning in so Jesse could wrap an arm around them both. 

‘For the better,’ he agreed. 

He didn't feel entirely better about himself and he was sure Y/N didn't either but they were right. What had happened in the past didn't matter as long as they tackled the here and now. And more importantly together.

[hel-phoenyx]

New Year's Eve, part 9

Following through on @corneille-but-not-the-author and @soupedepates collab with me

Who. In the damn world. Thought this was a good idea. To put me in a city patrol. With Sigismund goddamn Warsowar.

Well. The answer is easy. Of course it's Walpurgis, who else. Saying it's gonna "strenghten teamwork" or some bullshit like this. Not even him doesn't believe in that. It's just the excuse for Warsowar. So he doesn't cry or something.

The silence is deafening. We haven't talked at all since our last altercation, after Domhildr outed me. Or pretended I was gay. Whatever. I never felt inclinations, but in the little I've felt, I've always preffered men, so I guess it's true.

Just thinking about that makes my skin crawl. Amandine stopped most of the rumors and nasty remarks, but I still get mean looks. I am not the token brown AND the token gay of the cops. The diversity pass.

I hate this.

I enrolled to change the system. Now I am part of it, and in the way I hate the most.

Warsowar isn't even looking at me. You can say so if I disgust you. i'm used to it.

Always been used to it until I met Tyr.

I can't start a conversation by myself, tho. It would look like I'm making an effort. I don't want to make an effort for him. At all.

He looks paler than usual.

Some people run away when they see us approaching, I sigh. I pray every day for the destruction of the police system, even if I'd get jobless, that doesn't mean I enjoy being looked at with fear in the eyes. I mean, not right now.

I chose fear because it gave me more power than hatred. To replace love. Everything feels empty now.

I don't even have the energy to feel angry.

Warsowar looks in one of the streets, signals me to come behind him. Nothing, but we can never be too cautious. Somethimes there is (horror) drug deals in the vicinity.

I usually go first to give them time to escape. I don't care anymore.

No one. He walks one step, two steps, stops.

Still looking in the opposite direction.

"You know, POCs aren't the only people to be subjected to racism."

I roll my eyes. First words you're adressing me and it's that ? Someone took to heart my comment on the privileges.

"Right. Say that to the immigrant syrian cop. What, you're gonna lecture me on anti-white racism now ?"

"No, it's not what I wanted to say. what I meant is, the occidental world doesn't spare an ounce of pity for poeple that are not american or western european."

"The point ?"

"My name, Fenrir. Do you think it looks western ?"

... Good point. I recall mayor Sarovar is polish. Still, won't forgive that fucker for every last ounce of suffering he cast upon us. He's part of the system. And he just profits from it.

I don't see why I would take pity of that nouveau riche.

...

He's shaking.

Something is wrong.

I don't feel anger.

Am I

Am I worried ?

For mayor Sarovar's son ?

Nah.

Not a chance.

Still, there is something in his face when he turns towards me.

"Just... Wanted you to know that. That you're being unfair."

"World is unfair, Warsowar."

"Then don't add to it."

Hell, he doesn't even look mad. Just shaken. Pupils are dilated, cheeks pale, sweat is subtly covering his brow. His hands, always holding a pencil or typing on a computer, are shivering in vain.

He reminds me of someone.

Who ?

"..... We probably should stop for a while. You don't look able to continue the patrol."

"No. We have to finish the job."

I roll my eyes. That feeling of familiarity is gnawing at the back of my head. But, who in the hell-

"What's gonna finish is your heart if you don't stop for a while, you look like you're about to have a panic attack. Sit down."

Because i ain't carrying the patrol on with a colleague in this state. He could get hurt stupidly, or I could get hurt trying to cover from him. As much as I don't like him, Walpurgis is gonna kill me if his precious rich boy comes to harm, and I'm already on eggshells because of that damn rumor.

Luckily for me, Sigismund Warsowar is a good boi that listens to his elders. Fuck, I don't even know if I'm older than him. He has never looked more like a child when he sits down, try to take back the control of his breathing. The noises even strenghten that feeling of familiarity.

"Alright. We're not getting anywhere if you don't calm down, so, focus on my breathing. It should help countering the panic attack. Breathe in... Breathe out..."

"How.... Do you know how to calm down panic attacks..."

"This should be a basic skill for a cop, especially one who specialises in helping ignored people. Also I have experience, I've spend so much time calming down-"

Tyr.

That's where the feeling was coming for.

He has the exact same haunted eyes. The exact same shivering when I found him the first time back in elementary.

...

...

...

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I do my best to steady my breathing, try to at least calm down that one. My own heart is beating like crazy.

How

How could I not recognize the signs ?

Tyr also comes from a rich family. The af Mundir are a plague to society as much as Sarovar Warsowar is.

We fought a lot back then. For good reasons. Or petty ones. But I never, ever, projected the sins of his family upon him.

...

Ha.

I've been an hypocrite, haven't I ?

Sigismund ends up calming down. I extend a hand. He takes it. He's still shaky, but at least his cheeks are less pale, and his breathing seems to have stabilised.

"Better ?"

"...... Yeah. Thanks."

"Don't mention it."

I start walking, leading the patrol this time. But before I turn up the corner, I throw a look towards him, following a little more hesitantly.

"Look, I still don't like you, man. But i'm sorry. For dragging you into my mess."

"I didn't... Expect an apology, especially right now ?"

I sigh.

"You don't have to take it. That also does not mean we're buddy buddy or that I suddenly like your girlfriend. I still owe her a forced outing. But you had nothing to do with this and I'm the one who dragged you in, so I at least owe you this one."

".... Apology accepted. Thanks for owning up to that, at least."

I smile. Bitterly

"You know, you remind me of someone. And I still have to decide if it's a good thing."

***

Alright.

I held up my part of the contract, I apologised to Sigismund. Still can't stand that fucker, but at least it's for legitimate reasons, now. Ha.

No way in hell i'm apologizing to Domhildr. I'm still contemplating reminding her who has the power here. And even if I'd do nothing, I've thrown shit, she outed me, we're even, somehow.

That means there is only one person left.

I don't have any news about Tyr. Last time I've heard about him, it was through Gustav telling me he is crashing their house, screenless for a good while, so he can play with the kid. The kid that bears my name.

He also told me Kriss forbade him from giving me news. She's updating all his friends taking her calls on how he's doing. The precision is telling me not all of them do.

Looks like I have, after all, get them away from each other.

I am not even satisfied.

So. I don't know in which state I'm gonna find him. But I at least have to try and make things up to him.

I remember the hospital bed, and my face scrunching up when I saw who was next to it. The words, coming out of my mouth, "what the fuck is THAT ONE doing here ????". Then the insults, the fights.

I remember raising my fist.

I remember a snappy voice cutting me immeditaly.

"Enough."

He was on the hospital bed. Fist clenched. Looking at me with a rage I have never seen.

His finger extending to the door.

"You get the fuck out of here, Fen. Now."

I remember the look, not vindictive, I expexted to find on THAT guy's face. Instead there was worry. Worry, but never for me. I was, I am, insignifiant to both of their eyes.

I never want to see that look on Tyr's eyes ever again.

My finger presses the call button.

Kriss, surprisingly, answers.

"Fenrir, what an unpleasant surprise."

"I take it you still resent me."

That's not a question. That is, anyway, quickly answered.

"Still do indeed. But this is not about me. I suppose you call to talk to Tyr ?"

"... Yeah."

"You're an intelligent one. All the others tell me they tried to ring his phone that he turned off. I'll let you have that, you do know better."

Even that doesn't make me smile.

"Can I ? Please ?"

"Oh. a please in-between the fangs of Fenrir Wolffsen, what a surprise. Tell you what, just for that please, I'll hand the phone to him. But I warn you. If it's not for an apology, I will come to your apartment and beat you up."

Kriss is not up to the challenge and I know it, yet I shiver in terror. The idea of that 1m70-something woman coming to my flat to kick me in the balls has something unsettling. Probably because it's Kriss.

I hear her talking through muffled earphone, probably with a hand on the mic while she's warning Tyr. before, Finally, I hear a tired, deep voice on the other side of the mic.

"Hello, Fenrir."

".... Sup."

"I have to warn you, he continues, still emotionless. Kriss told me that if the next words out of your mouth weren't an apology, I would be allowed to hang up. and i'm very tempted to do so. So, do your worst."

That tone hurts me more than the words.

"Okay. I 'm sorry."

Pause. On the other side of the phone, apparently, my conversation partner is stunned. But I am not finished.

"I realise now that I've acted rashly out of jealousy, and hurt you uselessly in the process. And I don't like seeing you like this, Tyr. Especially of it's because of me. So I am really, really sorry for my actions regarding Domhildr and Sigismund."

And I think I believe it.

A sigh rips through the mic.

"... That's already something. But you know, Fenrir, I want you to understand that it's not only because you've been completely insensitive about Domi's flirting attempt that I've been that hurt. It's all the insinuating about my own self-worth."

"... What do you mean ?"

"I'll tell you a little something. When people ask us constantly if you ever get tired of being the second choice, you start believing in it. I'll choose to believe because I do not think you're that heartless that it was a coincidence, but it didn't come at a good time. At all."

Another sigh.

"So. Congrats. You managed to destroy the relationship between me and the woman I'm in love with. Doing so, you jeopardized our own."

... A goal reached, eh, but at what cost ?

I used to believe they were the reason you didn't choose me, back then. Now I don't even know if you'd choose me anyway.

I should let go of it.

Yet

You've always been my first choice.

Why can't you see it ?

Why am I not yours ?

".... I'm sorry."

"And I'll choose to believe you are. But I don't think you've earned my forgiveness on this one with just words. Prove me you've changed and I'll think about it. Leave them alone. Domhildr, but also Oli, or even Meili even if sometimes he deserves it."

Pause.

His voice get harsher.

"And especially Kaizarz."

...

I won't get better, will I ?

"Alright. i'll try. In the meantime, I have a favor to ask of you."

My voice is trembling. Fuck.

"What is it ?"

"Kriss told me you're living at her house for the time being, and you didn't got out at all. So what do you think if I organised a little outing with everyone ? Aarni, Brynja, Gustav, Hector, Thorfinn. For old time's sake."

I hear an hesitation, some words thrown probably to the power couple. before something exhales on the phone.

"... Alright. I'll let you organize the details with Gustav, I am absolutely not in the right mood to be the party organizer. Find us a good bar, let's get wasted, for old time's sake as you said. But I am not accepting this invitation as your friend. You're still on thin ice, Fenrir."

".... Fair enough. I'll call Gustav later."

"Fine by me. Good bye, Fenrir."

A click.

He hangs up.

Something runs on my cheeks.

Wet.

Weird.

I have not cried since that day on the hospital.