#im showing my cards here have mercy

[robotsrawesome64]

What domestic hybrids (like a catgirl basically) the Cod men got >:D

Nikto, Krueger, König, Keegan, Ghost (Soap mention)

W: nonsexual petplay vibes (but romantic?: keegs), stuck kept in house=implied less rights/dependency (brief,: keegs), potential nasty-bleedy ankle injury, mentioned cat injuries/actively avoiding bite (niktokrueger), fear of dog bite/implied animal trauma (ghost), reader disliked, crack premise, dubcon if you think too hard about it, potential for suggestive interpretation, (implied head kinda empty) primal reader

Nikto and Krueger - The last pick, a disheveled erratic cat..thing? Sometimes completely chill, sometimes bouncing off the walls or randomly hostile/biting. Pupils always seem to be narrow and tail twitching no matter what. Krueger had his eye on the bunny, buttt.. You don't truly phase Nikto like you should, even when you're hanging off clamped bit on his bicep and he's shaking you off. Or pulling you off by the collar and affectionately carrying you instead as you scramble. Kitty! :3 Krueger however has a harder time adjusting, running around and keeping his ankles up when you leap on the floor to try and grab and bite them. Nikto makes no effort to stop this, shouting encouragement on which artery to aim for. Both of them have got a scar from you. Eventually you're curled up on Niktos chest, held, purring possessively with one narrow eye open at Krueger, who has been wordlessly banned from a 5ft radius.

König - Bunny. It's soothing to keep you on his lap. (I don't know shit about rabbits ; ELP)

Keegan - Distrusting aloof cat. Doesn't really bother you, but lets you come up to him. Wears you down with casual blissful-feeling pets and teasing praise. Until soon your routine is pacing by the door until he comes back. As soon as he opens it he's bombarded by you, and he hugs you up and kisses your face and neck in response. What's wrong, huh? Catches you hissing at other people that get too close to him and he scratches your head, amused.

Ghost (via Soap) - Ghost didn't want one. Soap got an adorable dog hybrid, with big opaque eyes and one spiky ear that still flops halfway sometimes. Developmental/ breeding flaw, they guess. Humans cruel mark. Ghost tries not to look at you. You're scary and weird. When you chomp down whatever you eat your fangs flash out and it's freaky. But you look at him, confused and innocently curious. He always smells weird. So you go to sniff his knee and he immediately bats you off, adjusting away. If it wasn't for Soap you wouldn't be anywhere near here. But he hangs out with Soap, which means hanging out with..you. His repeated instructions to get you to fuck off don't work, so he reluctantly takes Soaps suggestion and gets out a treat, grimacing at the way your eyes light up near his pliable hands before he chucks it across the room for you to chase. Which just makes it worse, you coming back to him, eyes wide and looking up hopefully at him by his knees. Now every time he comes by you have that hopeful look, sitting as politely and still as possible expecting another treat.

[kisaraslover]

DO U HAVE ANY BLUESHIPPING FIC REC?????PLEASENIMSTARVINGKSKSKKS

anon kskkasak ITS FINE ILL SAVE YOU OK? here goes:

Scenes from a Kaiba Marriage and Temptation by my blueshipping queen @kisara-kaiba as the opening. the peak of modern life blueshipping fluff, very lovesick, when im reading them its heart full, head empty. youre gonna be lucky to start them now cuz ill be rereading and drawing scenes from them this week👀. itll be like premium fanfic reading.

Enjambment -> this fic might be the single best written blueshipping fic by the virtue of MIRRORING their encounter in ancient Egypt beat by beat, including BOTH of their character arcs and the netflix show vibe of suspense and the sharp, cold and bleak setting is chefs kiss. changed my brain chemistry. still one of my favorite portrayals of Kisara.

Maiden with Eyes of Blue -> Sometimes time needs to slow down and a single scene should be a character study/ hashing out of things you needed acknowledged by canon, the situation is ESPECIALLY dire for Seto Kaiba as ive made my feelings on his writing known many times. This is it. Kisara isnt reincarnated in this one though, but her love for him can be felt in the air. Ngl you could just incorporate this into post canon and it would be fine. canon compliant+ canon enriching.

Shades of Water, Ice, and Sky -> I'm skimming through each fic to see what they were about and i just gotta say: why so heart-wrenching if so short?? theyre in love your honor.

Their Promise: Book I -> ok gonna be honest w you i havent finished this one and the main reason is that i cant go past the SPECTACULAR first chapter. ive started and failed to draw it in its entirety. i open it, i chew on the first chapter like a rabid dog, i close it more often than not. the second reason is it has a lot more angst and heartbreak than most blueship fics do and im weak to that sort of thing. still, if we follow their ancient egypt encounter beat by beat, which is a fantastic way of following and enriching the canon, their first meeting needs to be as kids with him saving her from a cage. chefs kiss.

who are you? -> JUST the right amount of Seto Kaiba immediate fixation obsession on Kisara (which means insanely obsessed)

You Will Crave Your Ancient Roots -> this is so good and so heartbreaking man. Seto and Atem are shot back into ancient Egypt and Seto is only able to slightly alter the events around Kisara. hes fated to fall for that woman every single time and *starts sobbing*

Ancient Rules -> all i gotta say is this Seto Kaiba gives me brainworms. hes chuck full of Passion and Cockiness and Insanity. blueshippers sometimes take out his insanity. he is very unsettling here i love it. Kisara is truly at his mercy..

never forget your first dream -> fem!Set and Kisara in ancient Egypt, this story twists more than just Seto's gender. im a yuri seto truther so its great to have written proof of it. jokes aside, very well characterized Set and Kisara, rich writing.

One in Forty -> pretty short but this one fundamentally changed how i viewed Kisara's canon influence over BEWD cards and her constant and unbendable favor around Seto. canon compliant + canon enriching.

ok so these are the cream of the crop for ME personally, might have forgotten some in my other folders, i might have missed reading some, its probably not all encompassing. but frankly ive liked and saved fics for a single resounding line, single funny joke, one interesting implication about the story or the characters the author wrote up so in my heart theyre all worth checking out, always. fanfic writers are carrying this ship on their backs and theyre all 9 ft tall and im just walking around them, clearing the path, giving them a sip of water and snacks etc. so THANK YOU BLUESHIPPING AUTHORS I LOVE YOUUUUUU

[mikkaeus]

house md fic recs — short fics (<10k). hilson + rarepairs

Other house rec lists: long fics | episode tags | postcanon | infidelity trope (all of these are mutually exclusive apart from the infidelity one)

highly recommend not skipping out on the non-hilson fics!! scroll to the end for a list of some really great ones. No huddy though because I'm not the biggest fan.

house/wilson and gen fic

I decided to just lump the gen fic together with the slash because really most of them can be read as slash with a G rating. Before we get into the fics, here are some notable authors that have written several house fics. Not all their fics are going to be listed individually, but if I have the author there I've read all or a lot of their stuff and enjoyed it, so I recommend going through their backlog.

otter: Some really excellent prose and great atmosphere. A little soft, a little pensive. And they nail the characterisation and dialogue.

ignaz: im sure everyone has read ignaz's longfic (a modest proposal and its sequel — the one where house and wilson get married so wilson cant testify against house in the tritter arc) but absolutely check out all their other stuff — it's all quality.

bironic: I really enjoy the bit of edge in bironic's fics. It makes them so yummy.

bethfrish: What stands out about their fics is how they peer into all the pointy edges of Wilson and Julie's relationship, thus making them excellent and unique Wilson character studies. Great prose and dialogue that rivals the show's.

Transformatron: fics that are transcendent and porny, all featuring a d/s undertone or theme (wilson as the dom)

astolat: if u dont know astolat idk what to say to u. just go read their fics.

blackmare (livejournal / ao3 pseud 1 / ao3 pseud 2 / lj pseud third_owl for slash fics i think) Does really great short fics (mostly gen) that slot into episodes. Like meta but in fic form. All of them are worth a read. Some of their fics are on ao3 but a lot aren't (like nearly all the episodic ones).

Namaste (livejournal / ff.net): Some short fics, some much longer ones. Mostly gen focussing on H&W friendship, with some fics on canon pairings. Interesting character studies and exceptionally discerning prose that is a pleasure to read.

In order of length. *faves, ***underrated faves

***Touch by zulu (<1k) (2007) The number of ways House could embarrass him with touches, Wilson thinks, is practically endless.

Silent Sigh by thedeadparrot (<1k) (2009) Wilson, autumn, melancholy, and House. Second person.

Heartbeats by thedeadparrot (<1k) (2009) Three moments in which House and Wilson are almost kind of functional.

No Pain by bironic (<1k) (2008) House finds a permanent solution to his pain problem and convinces Wilson to give him what he needs. Vampire fic! Frottage! hell yeah.

Also check out the sequel: No Mercy by daasgrrl (3k)

***The Game of Wilson: Six Cards in a Five Card Game by paradisecity (1k) (2006) If you're going to play a game like moving in together, decide upon three things at the start: the rules of the game, the stakes, and the quitting time. Fun and snappy. Great dialogue.

*we're getting good at this by ad astra dean (1k) Wilson had a migraine. Established relationship. Soft and sweet and realistic esp after 8.19. fuck. Premium hurt/comfort.

**********three more stories by besselfcn (1k) The first time it happens is (New Orleans, 1991 | Albany, 2009 | Augusta, 2012) and they are (drunk | sober | out of time). This fic emotionally obliterated me. I’m obsessed with the format like it’s prose halfway to poetry, so creative and unique and well-executed??? I cried so much. I am UNWELL and immeasurably fucked up about them put me in my grave. (Yeah I said these lists were mutually exclusive but this fic is the exception bc idc)

The Awakening of Wils-Ankh-Amun, Royal Concubine by blackmare, Nightdog_barks, pwcorgigirl (1k) It was a rather unusual 'morning after.' This is hilarious. Reads like a classic prank episode. They're so dumb together I love them.

The One Where House Has Always Been a Woman by thedeadparrot (1k) (2009) Despite the hospital gossip, House is not, in fact, a man-hating lesbian. Genderswapped House but not Wilson.

Gray Morning by starlingthefool (1k) All he remembers is that the transition between a stupid joke and the meeting of mouths was almost seamless. Christmas fic that takes place one year after "Merry Little Christmas" (3.10).

Loser Day Blues by blackmare, Nightdog_Barks (1k) February fourteenth is just another day, and another evening in which Wilson winds up at House’s, although — this time — not for the usual reasons.

*indefinable by PaintedVanilla (1k) House can hear Wilson getting ready for bed; he can hear him brushing his teeth, undressing, being unusually quiet. Normally there’s a humming; a breathless energy that House won’t admit to loving about him. He doesn’t hear it tonight. It’s dead silent.

criteria by PaintedVanilla (2k) “I don’t think they know that we’re married.”

***We Live Together in a Photograph of Time by ignaz (2k) Wilson's hair curls when they're fucking. God I'm devastated. The ✨atmosphere✨. This is so in character. And can we talk about the banger title and summary??? I was gnawing my arm before I even opened the fic. Set in s4.

***Things To Do Before You Die by thedeadparrot (2k) In which Wilson turns thirty-eight and a half, thinks about kittens, and doesn't have a midlife crisis. But not necessarily in that order. Prank war with a twist. I’m so fond. Hits all the right cadences with the writing.

So Let Us Melt, and Make No Noise by ignaz (2k) (2007) "You kill patients all the time," House said. "You never stay at work until--" He peered at the clock. "--Four in the morning to make sure they're really dead."

***Curiosity by Namaste (2k) (2006) From Cameron's perspective. Fun character study of her and by extension House and the other two musketeers. Not shippy.

Welcomed Change by JammiesDodger (2k) A cute G-rated getting together fic.

Alone, Together by daasgrrl (2k) Finding new ways to be intimate.

*Keep Your Eyes Wide by deepimpact (2k) There is no specific amount of time passed, no big event, no one thing that Wilson can pin as the catalyst. Obsessed with this. Great atmosphere, excellent prose, and and everything feels authentic and in character. Set pre-season/s1.

***Carrion Eaters by ignaz House, in some indeterminate future or an alternate universe, from the perspective of a new hire. I really loved this story. It's sharp and sad, with great build up.

***Projection by bironic (2k) Remember Ali, that really pretty 17/18 year old clinic patient that was obsessed with House? This fic is Wilson's elaborate fantasy about fucking her, which is of course as much about House as it is her. Post 3.04.

***No Exchange of Payment by otter (2k) The gifts that House gives to Wilson. I adore this. It's about the little things. Otter has exceptional prose and always nails the characterisation, which makes their writing a real pleasure to read.

***All the Effects of Intoxication (3k) by otter This only happens when they're drunk. Just as yummy as that one-line description suggests. I love this a lot — the characterisation and dialogue are excellent and I think this scenario is very realistic for them.

Leave This Harbor for the Sea by otter (3k) House was never the kind of friend who'd help you move, even when he'd had two good legs, not to mention two good arms perfectly capable of lifting boxes. He'd always been the sort of friend who'd stop by while you were packing, make cutting remarks about the failures of your romantic relationships, and use all the half-filled boxes as an excuse to root through your things.

***the growing up, the falling down by riceonrye (3k for the series) Wilson is trying to buy a nice make-up present for his girlfriend, but there’s a guy in the shop with him brazenly shoplifting. Wilson, meet House. This is so good!!! I grinned like an idiot all the way through. It captures the throw-bottles-at-windows side of Wilson so well. A very cute AU of a different first meeting whilst still remaining true to the characters. Don't forget to read the sequel as well.

***never rains (but it pours) by Transformatron (3k) So... remember that episode where House can't pee? I present you some excellently written pisskink pwp. Nails the hilson dynamic, so even if piss isn't your thing, give it a go?

***Blind Spot by blackmare, Nightdog_Barks (3k) Wilson becomes blind after a head injury. genfic.

***Four Blocks South of Eden by bethfrish (3k) If you wanted paradise, you're a little off. I loved the tentative, slightly off-kilter feeling of this. Bang on characterisation, dialogue, and use of 2nd person POV (House). Set in s1 — Wilson's marriage is falling apart, and it leads to a night that could be the start of something new.

***Lie To Me by zulu (4k) It's terribly simple. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after. Exuberant ketamine summer House!!! Equal parts sexy and heartbreaking. Check out the sequel as well (1k).

Stumbling Towards Something Real by ignaz (4k) House and Wilson on holiday in Mexico. (A flagrant excuse for smut, basically.) I'm soft. In character and well-written.

Goes the Neighbourhood by Dee_Laundry (4k) One month into their permanent positions, the new fellows catch a case on the weekend and have to track House down.

***Easy by GoldStarGrl (4k) James Wilson is the easiest person in his dorm. At McGill. In all of eastern Canada, maybe. A fleshed-out version of their first meeting, as well as an insightful character study of Wilson. Slots nicely into canon, whether you believe in the "wilson has cheated on every wife with house" version or the "they fucked when they first met and never talked about it again" version. I really enjoyed this — they’re beautifully in character, and it's excellent writing.

***A Momentary Lapse of Reason by otter (5k) Wilson and Julie through House’s eyes, from the beginning to the end. Skips back and forth between the past and now. The quiet yearning!!! Also *standing on the table with a megaphone* have i mentioned how GORGEOUS otter's prose is??

*Blow the Candles Out by bethfrish (5k) Another year older, another year wiser, another divorce lurking just around the corner. So good!!! Wilson celebrates his birthday amongst the detritus of his marriage. The prose is really exceptional here. House's dialogue is also especially well done. It's a fun read that holds up well on a re-read.

***midnight rain by GoldStarGrl (5k) Wilson can't possibly know the pain. But he wants to. I am vibrating!!! Set precanon, in the aftermath of the infarction. Infidelity, spanking, hello??? Hot, vivid, excellent characterisation, excellent writing etc etc. A+ no notes.

***Through The Looking Glass (The Male Gaze Mashup) by zulu (5k) "If Wilson didn't know, great. What he didn't know couldn’t hurt him. If Wilson did know, it didn't matter, because if he hadn't berated House for it yet, then it was permission to continue." Interesting character study of Wilson and the way House slots into his life. Imaginative and fun descriptions. I did feel slightly lost at some points but it was still a great read. Excerpt: House tears open every envelope, even those addressed to Occupant, then brings back the well-read contents like a cat offering half-dead moles to its hunting-deficient human.

Empathy, Inc. by sassyjumper (5k) Cuddy hires a company that provides 'empathy training' to doctors. House reacts. Set in an earlier season.

***All's Fair In Love (and war) by Transformatron (6k) House and Wilson are enjoying the last day of their holiday when an urgent call comes through from Princeton-Plainsboro - a medical mystery that only House can solve. And he does intend to solve it, despite Wilson's best efforts to distract him. (Established relationship.) Wilson making House do a case whilst fucking him?? I'm an absolute sucker for this trope and I was delighted to find a fic with it.

A Towered Citadel by Namaste (7k) A differential diagnosis for Wilson’s serial cheating.

***And the Borders of Old Cities Get Redrawn by blackmare (7k) Continuation/canon divergence from 8.02 "Transplant". Ch1 is the most perfect episode tag I am vibrating . The way they fall back into their old rhythm!! House seeking out his touch like a cat and Wilson accepting it, even liking it!! The hints of pre-relationship are so delicious. (This is a rare slash fic from blackmare.) Ch2&3 are also absolutely brilliant!! Great characterisation, pacing, and tension-building.

A Voice in Ramah (Welcome to Holland) by ignaz (8k) Cuddy POV on her pregnancy journey. Diverges from the show. Really well done. ignaz did this topic and Cuddy's character justice. I also particularly liked House in this one.

Singapore by thedeadparrot (8k) (2009) In which the boys go to a medical conference in Singapore, House has a few surprises up his sleeve, and Wilson figures some things out.

*A Helping Hand by bironic (9k) Wilson has an unusually rough day and House decides (somewhat despite himself) to help. Things go further than he planned. A believable foray into non-platonic territory, set in between 2.22 (Forever) and 2.24 (No Reason). What better way to take your mind off your patients than a good-ol handjob between friends? Chuck in an absolutely delicious fucked-up overtone characteristic of them and we're golden.

Rarepairs

Chase/House

***pretty doctor by spqr (5k) AU where Chase is a hooker. House becomes obsessed with him after he off-handedly gives the correct differential diagnosis. spqr is an excellent writer that I've followed across multiple fandoms, and this fic did not disappoint. Well-written, great chemistry, hilarious. I could read 100k of this.

***atonement in the locker room after hours by missaa (2k) robert chase makes two mistakes in one day Tags: Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, degradation, God Complex, Catholic Guilt This is just as yummy as those tags make it sound. Someone needed to capitalise on the whole *waves hand vaguely* thing that Chase has going on and by god did this person rise to the occasion. Love the characterisation and the elegant prose, and the structure that flashes back and forth between two scenes. I'm insane!

Chase/Foreman Shoutout to ignaz who sold me on this pairing.

*Pretty Harsh (Confirmatory Testing Remix) by everybodylies (2k) Foreman might have flirted with Chase six months ago for like thirty seconds. Chase can't stop thinking about it.

***Two For The Road by ignaz (3k) For the first ever Foreman Fest, prompt 107 -- "after a break and enter gone wrong, Foreman and Chase are both sentenced to 300 hours of community service, which it looks like they're gonna spend picking up trash on the side of the road." Really solid writing (I mean it’s ignaz), believable characterisation and relationship building. I love them 💓💓💓 just overall a real pleasure to read. Also it's hilarious.

***Eric Foreman Doesn't Take It Up The Ass (But If He Did, It Might Happen Something Like This) by ignaz (6k)

Self-Defense, or The One Where Foreman Teaches Chase How to Throw a Punch by ignaz (1k)

Cameron/Foreman/Chase

Third Wheel Rolling by ignaz He's not jealous, but he's been the third wheel for so long that it's hard to tell the difference. Sexy + great characterisations.

Cuddy/Stacy

***Your Reflection and Mine by Starlingthefool (3k) Sweet, hot, well written.

Amber/Thirteen

***Hate (to the power of 13) by ijemanja (2k) (lj) Porny, with snappy writing and believable characterisations.

Hen Night by zulu (<1k) This is how breakups go. Amber's seen movies.

Release by zulu (1k) Wilson dies on the bus instead of Amber.

Chase/Wilson

Erase by bethfrish (<1k) Featuring a bar and crossdressing. Precanon. Second person, Wilson POV.

Patrick Bateman/Wilson

Just Like You, Only Worse by bethfrish (1k) Ok before you raise your eyebrows at the pairing, give it a chance. Bethfrish is an excellent writer. This fic is really a Wilson character study, and it's an interesting read. Second person POV Wilson, set in s1.

[moyazaika]

KUINA. MOTHER? IS THAT MOTHER?? Everyone else out here lookin busted af meanwhile queenie is standing there PLUCKED not a hair out of place. She graduated from the university of cuntology with a degree in servitude of motherology and minored in face card banking. I'm sorry she was letting y’all HAVE IT.

Good to have you back! Hope you are coping with the impending doom of summer, where the sun has no mercy and the shade is scarce. Recently I've discovered this fun little movie called Martin from 1977, it's a vampire movie from George A. Romero (the dude behind the og zombie movie, Night of the Living Dead) and it's super fun! I say a vampire movie, but is our boy really a vampire? It's something I like to think about just a lil 🤔 delusional characters r my thing.

OH MY GODNESS YOU UNDERSTANDDDD 1000000% there are people out there who truly believe that the best, most pure way to keep someone with them is to take all of them. Cannibalism is such an intense device in storytelling, especially as a metaphor and I LOVE IT SO MUCH. That kind of obsessive “love” is scary, not just because of the actions a person may take, but the feelings they harbor. People who are so far gone that the only world they live in is the one only they know and experience? What do you mean you think eating someone is the only way to keep them with you??? What version of The Very Hungry Caterpillar were you reading??? This entire topic reminds me of how love and consumption go hand in hand. If someone wants to go as far as to eat someone they love, do they love them? Or do they want to consume them, own them, possess every fiber of their being and become one with them so they can feel complete again? Does possessing a beating heart mean the same as possessing one torn from the chest of a loved one?

also. What does it taste like? I'm just curious. I've heard human meat tastes like chicken.

The other trope I’ve been sent tumbling back into is the classic cult story, maybe it's because I just rewatched Hereditary? I think that demons, or entities of incompressible power, are scary because they can't be emotionally swayed. There's physically nothing you can do or say to persuade an entity that has existed for far longer than you could ever hope to, so you have to shut up and take whatever kind of pain they decide to grace your senses with. How do you change a god's mind? What do you mean I can't mansplain my way out of this one? Y'all why don't valak want me 😔 can't malewife or manwhore our way outta this one fellas 😢

maybe I should stick to human men. - 🕺🕺🕺

just dug this up too cus im going thru asks tonight (i took a 5 hour nap and sleep evades me now. help it’s 3am)

she’s fucking gorgeous serving looks the entire time and i love how that,, didn’t take away from her character complexities. yes she was hot. she also had a complex backstory and emotions which were woven into her character as a woman and fighter. Love how they handled her!!!!!!

i love the way you measure time or describe seasons. it’s so oddly endearing <3

“what version of the very hungry caterpillar were you reading” dawg these bitches were eating the book not reading it 😭😭😭

did yk interestingly there’s a disease where your own proteins go ‘rogue’ (prions) when you consume human meat? i think it’s called kiru/kuru?? they eat the brains of deceased people as a funeral rite (not sure if that’s rooted in respect or love) but it’s crazy to think that this is like. Something Humans Do. yk?

i’ve heard the same!! (fbi agent please don’t hurt me) but speaking of cannibalism i feel like u would love the hannibal tv show. (symbolism is INSANE in this one. also they’re hot as fucj oh yeahh) or yellowjackets. i haven’t finished either but i’ve been told they’re VERY promising from the few eps i saw before life was like Damn Bitch get back on the grind 🤬🤬🤬🤬

I LOVE HEREDITARY the sinking feeling when it dawns on you that they’re all insane. they’re all fucking insane and they believe in their insanity to such an extent convincing them otherwise is a waste of your time. both the God and their followers—nothing you can say to weasel out of this one.

i love a good cult story i have something in my wip but it’s more of a long term project i wanna make a series of (again, once i graduate 😥😥) but oooooh boy Many Thoughts Thunk. the abuse of power… misplaced trust… the feeling of something being just. not normal. even tho it should be. even though everyone around you says it is. the paranoia. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😊😊❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[ebisul]

TCW Rewatch: Season 2 Episode 16-18

I feel like its become increasingly obvious that my priority in politics has and will always be the lives of people and i feel like that shows in a lot of what these notes have become because they did start as a way of understanding the political climate.

ALSO no i dont think Anakin should have stayed a slave lets make that real clear right now

Episode 16: Cat and Mouse

* I already know i dont have much to say about this episode, ive watched it 3x trying to find literally anything to comment on

* Separatist forces are blockading christophsis

* Ani is trying to deliver supplies to Bail, not going well

* New secret weapon for the Republic, its a stealth ship

* I said i didn’t have much to comment on however i do find it interesting that when the Separatists have a secret weapon its a weapon of mass destruction, ion canon, but when its the Republic, or rather the Jedi, its a stealth ship to deliver supplies beyond a blockade and hostile airspace

* Anakins immediate assumption is that he is going to be taking out the command ship rather than delivering the supplies they are meant to get to bail. Anakin is always gunning for a fight despite what his mission actually is. Hes impulsive and aggressive.

* I could make an argument that maybe he was never meant to be a Jedi, however I also think nearly all of his characteristics are what they are BECAUSE he’s a Jedi, BECAUSE he was raised in that lifestyle but only after he was raised a slave and lived with that trauma as well and after all of that he was thrown into a War and getting manipulated by the Sith. In an ideal Galaxy maybe he wouldve been a podracer or a pilot.

* Another note is that, we do see Obi Wan try to get anakin to open up and talk about complicated topics, Anakin is the one who rejects it and you can’t be helped if you don’t want to be.

* “Its more important to save lives than destroy ships” i feel like a lot of star wars fans conflate the Jedi with the Republic, because, while the Republic does have a level of control over the Jedi Order, the Jedi for the most part often try to lean toward the option with less offensive force, whereas the Senate or the Other Republic officers tend to push for offensive measures. There are exceptions to this as there always are (krell…) but the point stands and its not to say that they always make these choices but the Jedi arent meant for War

* Separatist Leader back from the dead

* Why does Ani pronounce Organa like that?

* gotta love the shinies

* Is that a warcrime? I assume they bombed civilians as well as the soldiers

* “When you serve under General Skywalker, you’re always on the offensive” i feel like the supplies should take priority here. Bail was just BOMBED. They need the supplies, and whatever Anakins plan is likely could be executed on the way back from the surface. idk thats just me im not a tactician

* I understand his plan dont get me wrong, but i feel like there is a way to do this without diverting from the mission like obviously Trench needs taken care of but shouldn’t the injured be the priority?

* Also with this plan they show trench all of their cards. He knows whats up now

* The plan was to have him NOT think of you, Anakin. You have the supplies for the Mercy mission

* Im not an Anakin anti, however im not a fan of his this episode

* Obviously this episode is intended to showcase his piloting prowess, but idk i dont vibe with the recklessness of the situation at hand

*I know I prefaced this episode saying i didn’t have much to say, however, Im a liar

Episode 17: Bounty Hunters

* Crash landing on Felucia

* More Obi-Ani bickering is always good

* Farmer needs help getting rid of pirates

* Ok they need to report that the Medical station is destroyed (war crime) and that is priority over helping the farmer

* They will help the farmer anyway bc thats how these things go

* Oh its Hondo

* Obi immediately stepping in as Negotiator or trying to at least

* Damn she got a point “a peacekeeper who fails to keep the peace”

* Obi also kinda has a point

* This is honestly a very sweet episode, its all about fighting for others who’ve been wronged even if you don’t know them, its teaching them to defend themselves for their future

Episode 18: The Zillo Beast

* DOOMSDAY DEVICE??? Starting this episode off strong what the fuck???

* Ok its a droid bomb, doesnt affect clones or the dugs

* The Jedi want to find another solution that isnt a bomb which im assuming works like an emp and Palps insists this is the only solution

* This backs up my point from an earlier episode about how the Jedi approach conflict in comparison to the Republic despite working under them

* Goji!!

* OH MY GOD THEY NUKED THEM???

* Is that a war crime? Bc i feel like i should count it

* There are people injured and stuck in a fucking hole and all palps cares about is the fucking treaty this dusty ass bitch

* Oh its a fuel thing… that sounds familiar…

* The bomb totally fucked the delicate ecosystem of your planet, im so sorry, my guy

* Thats not a crater, thats a sink hole, but whatever semantics

* Is this the delicate ecosystem he was talking about?

* Anakin, dont fight it!?! Hes just a little guy

* Poor zillo beasts

* I vibe with Windu, i too would defend the zillo, hes just a innocent guy he didnt do anything

* Also the jedi didnt even WANT to drop the bomb

* Rewatching this series has quickly made Windu a favorite of mine

* IS THAT ACID??? Oh the fuel, presumably also acid

* Idk if innocent is the word id use, mr. I wanna kill an endangered species

* That is probably the worst fucking idea ive ever heard putting the dangerous creature on probably THE most populated planet in the Galaxy

War Crime Counter:

Separatists: 11

Republic: 6

[skoulsons]

okay my very scrambled thoughts throughout the ep. SPOILERS <3

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SARAH

alarm 😭

she’s making breakfast this is so cute

LOOK A TTHEM

I WAS GONNA MAKE YOU BIRTHDAY PANCAKES

his voice this is so cute

this is so Joel

HOW OLD ARE YOU AGAIN? THIRTY SIX

gonna have to wear diapers soon who says I don’t already I’m DONE

this is so domestic I can’t wait to be hurt in 25 minutes.

TOMMYYYYYYY

I’ll bring back a cake I promise :’)

His smile when she corrected them about Jakarta 🥹

did he slap his wrist to check the time. why.

he’s losing it 😭

wait what’s w the pocketknife did I miss something

Ooh combat veteran

Austin, TX Sep 26 🥹

IS SHE BUYING THR WATCH FOR HIM. YES

bro kicking her out?? if it’s dangerous I feel it’d be better to keep her in?? or maybe that’s me

MERCY?? such a cute little pup

CURTIS AND VIPER 2 YOU BITCH

mercys so cute

she’s infected isn’t she

there he is <3

where’s the cake :(

YOU GOT ME A PRESENT?

SWEAR. ON MY LIFE. oh if they repeat this at the end of the show.

his face when she hands him the box 😭

FUXED IT FOR YOU

IT LOOSKS SO SIMILAR

oh that’s almost word for word

HIS LAUGH

AW WORD FOR WORD FOR THE DRUGS LINE

his little smile

and you were never gonna do it for yourself :(

THANK YOU :(((

don’t tell me they snuggle DONT SNUGGLE

oh god

AND SHES LAYING ON HIS LAP STOPPPPPP

tommys in jail damn

idiot 😭

the carry </3

and the cover pull up man i miss being a little kid when my dad would do this

THE FOREHEAD KISS

no baby girl that’s upsetting

oh here we go

time is pretty accurate I think which is cool

holy balls those are close

“Dad?” :(

aw the little soccer ball and his guitar in the corner

WAIT I WANT TO GO BACK TO SARAHS ROOM i wonder if there’s Joel and sarah pics on her wall

mercy :(( DONT SHOW HIM DIE

no no he ran away cause the family’s dead. that has to be why. the lady’s infected and the dogs scared

SARAH GO BACK HOME

oh that’s a lot of blood

NOOO not the old man

oh she’s right there. SARAH RUN

“Baby I’m sorry” :(((

alright car scene

I wonder if we’ll see Louis’ farm

oh my gosh that shot is exactly the same in the game

boy that house is toasting

aw this is the family asking for a ride :/

oh those planes are going down they’re not just low

HERE WE GO

I’ve got you :((

not them be separated YOURE JOKING

JOELLL RUN A DIRECTION DONT STARE

this guys doing so good as a runner

oh no oh no

ITS OKAY BABY YOURE SAFE

not Sarah staring at him

fuck my volumes going down

no he knows her hopeless it’s so bad

I KNOW I KNOW BABY I KNOW THIS HURTS

CMON BABY GIRL CMON

it hasn’t even been 40 minutes

alright the jump

why does she remind me of the girl from TWD

2023 aye

aw this woman’s nice despite this girl being infected

JOELLL

oh no it’s the girl :(

WHY HAVE HIM THROW THE POOR GIRLS BODY IN THE FIRE. HUH. HUH ?

he looks beautiful im sorry

ooh ration cards I guess

he looks so :(

oh wow. PUBLIC EXECUTION? Does everyone HAVE to watch?

not drugs :( BABY BOY

Pedro seems to have the mannerisms down for Joel, I think

Tessss

oh Robert

WHAT ABOUT YOUR GUY 😭

oh is this like what they allude to at the beginning of the game. The “Robert fucking sent them” guys? Like the live actions take on it idk

ELLIEE

Veronica 😭

JOEL <3

yea joel doesn’t care about your line my guy

ooh so they’re for this guy?

OOH he’s listening for Tommy :(

BUT YOURE SURE TOMMYS OKAY? :(

are he and Ellie gonna meet this ep I’m curious

OFHEKFHR the music

wow they actually have a decent place. or maybe this is just his but the whole joeltess lovers thing I figure they live together

:(

the watch :(

he’s gonna have a nightmare isn’t he

YUP

there tess is :)

HIS REACTION TO HER FACE

roberts terrified of you!!

i just want to see joel smile

ayee marlene

I love that her outfit is exactly the same as the end of the game

Okay interesting so Marlene does have her locked in there for her bite. It’s interesting this woman calls her a “random girl”,, ig people don’t know Marlene knew Anna and was supposed to “take care of Ellie”, but Marlene being lead firefly ig she isn’t really doing a lot of parenting or making it obvious she knows Ellie

Ooh they’re leaving the QZ and were gonna take her themselves.

Radio tower guy is Tommy isn’t he

OH OHW AIT WAIT. I’m so dumb. joel said he hadn’t heard from Tommy in three weeks and it’s been three weeks since Ellie’s been bit SO Marlene contacted Tommy (probably didn’t tell him abt the bite) but tommys had to keep some silence/distance from joel for firefly sake?? I don’t know??

YOU TELL ME TO LOOK FOR THE LIGHT AND ILL BREAK YOUR JAW 😭 he said okay nevermind I’ll leave u be

Pedro even looks like he walks like Joel

how long has she been tied up for

AYE HER BAG

THE SHIVVVV

is it gonna happen :(

aw first time her names been said

kind of sick how she calls it home ngl.

Joel’s bag why am I so happy to see it

THE WET HAIR

Construction corner with Joel miller 😭

oh roberts dead. ynow I was kind of looking forward to Joel breaking his arm, but I like this take

I LAUGHED the way he threw Ellie into the wall 😭

he said no shiv for you

him pointing a gun at her is kind of funny to me knowing how they end up

“Not at her. Point it at me” no this feels like a future Joel line. or maybe it’s my brainrot.

you turn my own brother against me :(

IM NOT GOING WITH THEM SKDHDKDB

“To you? She’s cargo.” “We don’t smuggle people, sorry”

“what are they capable of?” oh you’ll find out

wait wait I want a north tunnel scene

ASSHOLE 😭😭

please remember that I’m bleeding out 💀

the shoulder shove 😭

mmm I feel the ep ends on them finding out she’s infected

OOOH bill and frank. Wait how did she figure that out

He’s so sick of her 😭

okay to this scene is very different from the game one but in a good way I think. They’re much more on each other’s nerves in this than in the game, it seems. That back and forth “what’re you doing?” “Killing time” is done very slowly in the game, and Ellie’s more confused than anything. But here, Ellie’s more agitated with him and raises her voice. And Joel responds really quick to her, as opposed to the game. I don’t know where I was going with this I’m very tired

“You mumble in your sleep” :(

“So we’re gonna be okay.” “Yeah” 🕳👩‍🦯

YOU SOME KIND OF BIG WIGS DAUGHTER? her little smile

He was about to give her a tongue lashing 😭

“You stay close and you follow my lead” “yeah yeah of course” and Joel’s reaction 😭 sorry babygirl be nicer to her

joel has “im too old for this” written all over his face

him stepping in front of her :’) flashbacks for him for sure YUPPPP HES SEEING IT NAUR

no it’s not even Sarah but it is at the same time he has to kill this guy. he’s getting revenge for Sarah

damn the finding out she’s infected was very short lived

Aaaand credits

[yanderelovlies]

✨Galaxy Anon ✨ here!

Haha you forget viví? Friends also have to tease each other until they scream for mercy hehehe suffer pfft. Let me think about it….No.

But I still feel bad viví! Just talking with you is enough for me! It shows you care that you even respond to me and call me a friend! I probably wouldn’t take it until I really want something, I will feel bad and hate spending others money unless it was for food…then spend that money since I love food lol. Well at least you have lots of guts but I know I would feel embarrassed still since my stuff can either be normal to my god what the hell why do you like that?! Not to mention alot of stuff I’m into I really have no one to talk to about most of it since usually they aren’t into it or I’m afraid they judge me. Mostly the latter. So I’m grateful you even care about me so thanks for that.

It does I mean I get whey we use it but damn does it suck. Oh makes sense so like a discount basically. Yeah I get that I mean it’s already stressful keeping your grades up in class but having the pressure so you have a easier way to college? Nerve wracking and stress inducing.

At least you care since unfortunately a lot of siblings don’t care enough or put down there siblings. I think your doing a lot now since you worrying about that and even some parents don’t give two shits about it or claim it’s too hard to understand now. I’m sure you are, more than you think. Your amazing seeing how sweet you are viví.

Yes unfortunately especially now it can cost your life being a Good Samaritan on the road if someone needs help and they can rob or even worse kill you. And all people you wanted to be a good person.

Yeah I knew I made a good call. I maybe would’ve have either freaked out or get very aggressive then, mostly the latter if I wasn’t emotional more prepared than how I first started out when first working there. And for sure I don’t want to also get aggressive to some other customers for one lady attitude and they had nothing to do with it. I have done it before and I’m not proud of it since they shouldn’t have gotten my anger.

Pppfffttt moving on! This isn't bully vi hours for their questionable tastes.

IM THE SAME WAY AND IT DRIVES MY FAMILY WILD. I'm always getting them things and when they go "Hey want something?" I just tell them nah I'm good. Then I get asked, "how come you don't let me get things for you." Because I feel bad taking other people's hard-earned money!!!

Not to be too straightforward, but I would love to hear about your fandoms. It's one of my favorite subjects, and who knows we might have some in common! (Lowkey I miss the hoodie ugh I keep looking at the picture).

It really is though, and the fact that I have to take harder math classes lowkey scares me. I am having a blast with Philosophy, sociology, and psychology. I was having fun with composition until this professor. My last one was cool and even sent pictures of his dogs with every assignment.

Aww making my blush

I'm just trying my best. I even had a little evening outing with them. Did some gift card shopping then just rode around and sang our hearts out.

God going for a walk or jog could get you unalived these days. Which always scares the shit out of me since it's in my exercise routine. So I never go alone or without pepper spray. I also trust no one. I'm polite I say good morning, but I'm always keeping am ear open.

Hey at least you learned from that and made yourself better! Might I also add I have so much respect for you for being able to handle that on the daily. People are just getting meaner for no reason, and you don't deserve it.

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#5

Late - Part Two

Summary: Dr. Myrica and Bond find themselves in another tricky situation

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I hope everyone is having a fantastic week and will be having a splendid weekend coming up. This was written, when a very lovely mutual @valeriegreyy​ asked for a sequel. I am happy to provide it. I hope it’s everything you wished for. 

Thank you to the lovely @mrskenobi19​ and @firstofficerwiggles​ for being beta readers.

Love oo

Warnings: Innuendo, unwanted flirting, dead bodies (slight description: slit throat, gunshot), canon-typical violence, fluff, kissing, angst, I think that’s all of it, if I missed any warnings please let me know.

Thank you all for always letting me know how much you love these stories. I hope you all have an amazing day and a wonderful weekend.

Feel free to drop some love, a comment and/or a reblog, it’s always appreciated.  If you would like to be tagged on any future Bond fic, Star Wars fic, or any future writings, let me know.   Love oo.

AO3 Link   |   Words: 6,012   |   Part One

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“Dr. Myrica?”

“Yes” I looked up from my laptop to see my assistant standing there holding a vase of flowers. I hid the smirk that was threatening to break through, it had to be James, he was out on assignment, but he said he’d be home soon.

“You have a delivery” he advised with a cheeky grin on his lips as he stepped closer to my desk, the flowers were gorgeous, there were a dozen yellow tulips my favourite, sprinkled throughout with anemone and forsythia, both indicating anticipation. I couldn’t hold back my smile anymore, clearly this was classic James.

“Who are they from?” Like I even had to ask.

“Richard, Richard Ingwa. Here’s the card” Davis handed me the little white card, I did my best to hide the shock on my face, the smile falling away. I guess James wasn’t going to be home as soon as I thought, ‘Can’t wait for our evening together,’ ugh, now my tulips were tainted by this man. 

“Why is this man sending me flowers?”

“Maybe he thinks you’ll like them”

“Maybe he thinks he’ll get into my pants”

“Want me to send them back?” 

I looked from the card to Davis, shaking my head ‘no,’ “No, let’s not. Seeing as how he’s supposed to be here for our meeting in an hour. Why do we have to put up with that man? I mean honestly can’t we get a contract with another physicist? Someone who doesn’t make my skin crawl?”

“I just don’t understand why you hate him so much, he’s charming” Davis smirked, “handsome, and the way he fills out those pants, lord of mercy” Davis fanned himself. 

“Then you date him, I am quite happy with my man, thank you”

“You know if you put the two ���”

“Stop!” I held up my hand, “I don’t … no!”

“I’m just saying”

“Please don’t ruin James with the ideas of Richard being anywhere near him”

“Speaking of James” Davis leaned against my desk, “where is the man?”

“Business trip”

“He works for a bank right?”

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#4

Knight for a Day

SUMMARY: James takes Izzy on a Knight and Princess day, when everything falls apart.

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Oh man, I know this is a bit of a delay, but I really wanted to take my time to do this part justice, I just love the idea of James with a daughter, so I really wanted to show case that bond (no pun intended, hehehe). I hope you guys love it. 

Love oo

Bold - Comm conversations 

Warnings: Fluff, angst, kidnapping, drugged, violence against a child (nothing explicit), canon-typical violence, explosions, buried alive, crawling through rubble, deaths, mentions of blood, kissing, I think that’s it, if I miss any please let me know.

FINALLY HOME (PART ONE)

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“You don’t have to do this you know” 

James turned to look at you, there were many things that he knew he’d never be able to do for you; he’d never be able to give you a normal life, well not at first, but he’s been working on it, doing his best to try to be a normal civilian, but some things were just hard to shake. However, the last thing he’d ever want is for Isabella, his princess, to ever feel she couldn’t have what she wanted. He couldn’t help smiling at you, as he closed the distance, he was wearing his tailored suit that he usually wore when he was on assignment. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in closer, “I know I don’t have to, I want to” he nudged your nose with his. 

“I know, and I love you all the more for doing it. However, I also know you’ve been in a lot of pain lately, and I don’t want you to overdo it. She’ll be a little disappointed but …”

“Love” he gave you that tone, the one that told you there was no point in arguing.

“Alright, fine. I guess I’ll just have to make sure that I have a hot bath waiting for you when you get back” you teased.

He pulled you in closer, as his lips grazed yours, “As long as you join me,” you mumbled an agreement against his lips as he deepened the kiss. 

“Dad, I’m ready!” came Izzy’s voice from the front entrance. 

You both couldn’t help breaking out into a little chuckle at knowing your daughter was ready for her outing; it was a shock to the both of you when one day, she called James, dad, he was completely taken aback at that statement. In fact both of you were completely taken aback, but the way Izzy clung to James since he came into her life, had surprised the both of you, and truly in her eyes, he was her dad, plain and simple, just like Richard was her dad. “Guess that’s my cue” James stated as he looked into your eyes, “we’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Alright, I expect you both back, in one piece please.”

“You have my word, ma’am”

“Mmhmm”

James watched as you headed out to your daughter, he couldn’t believe where his life had led him to; not only had he been blessed enough to find someone who would not only love him for who he was and put up with all his nonsense, but he also gained a daughter he absolutely loved with every fibre of his being. 

He always did his best to try to not let his nightmares, his aches and pains, his dark moods at times, affect you and Izzy. You both needed to be protected even from him, yet somehow you always knew when he was having a dark day. They were becoming less frequent, but you wouldn't hesitate to ask Richard to take Izzy for the day or have her spend time with her uncle Q, allowing you to take care of him, helping him with his own trauma. That was something he never expected, but appreciated immensely, how you always took care of him. It was only right to show how much he loved you, but making sure he did everything in his power to take care of the both of you. Honestly, he never thought he would've been able to love anyone, much less two people as much as he loved the both of you. 

He took a moment to look himself in the mirror, this was the most important day for him and for Izzy, this was a day he was hoping would live on in her memory, in both your memories. He rechecked to make sure he had Izzy’s present in his pocket, made sure he was looking his best in his three piece dark blue suit that you loved so much on him, he cleared his throat pushing away the nerves that were fluttering as to what he was hoping would be a memorable day for everyone. He was adjusting his tie, when his phone buzzed. He looked at the text.

‘Your driver will be arriving in five minutes’

A smirk appeared on James' face, he couldn’t wait to see the expression on Izzy’s face when she saw what he had pulled off for her. He headed out of your shared bedroom, making his way downstairs. When he got to the front door, he didn't find either of you, he wasn’t even sure where you had taken Izzy, but that’s okay, this would work out perfectly. He stepped outside, waiting by the curb as the horse drawn carriage pulled up. The man driving was decked out in complete regalia as per James' request. 

“Thank you for coming”

“Of course, Mr. Bond, so I understand this is a special trip, you planned?”

“Yes …” James couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his lips, “my daughter and I planned a princess and knight day, so I am her knight.”

“Well in that case, good Sir, I have provided some hot chocolate, a blanket, and a variety of snacks.” The man motioned towards the basket that rested on the floor, “Now you hadn’t mention if either of you had any allergies, so I tried to keep it as neutral as possible, there are apple slices, grapes, some chocolates, shortbread cookies, but I am always happy to stop somewhere along the way and pick up something that would be high end, for the princess and her knight” the driver gave James a kind smile, yet there was something about him that made James uneasy. 

He brushed the thought aside, chalking it up to just a lifetime of always being on guard. “Thank you, that is very kind of you. Now I just have to go and make sure the princess is ready.”

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#3

Payback - Part 1

Summary: Benoit x F!Reader (with name) take on a new case

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

This is my first attempt at a Benoit Blanc fic, it’s a three part series, I hope you guys like it. I thoroughly enjoyed it. @mrskenobi19 and @firstofficerwiggles​ Thank you for being my beta reader, you’re just lovely. Tell me what you guys think, I know it’s not a Bond fic, but it is Daniel Craig adjacent, lol. Don’t worry this is another Bond fic coming, it’s all typed up and ready for you guys. This is a special thank you for the 175 followers!!! 

Love oo.

Warnings: Unwanted flirting, awkward flirting, murder, attempted murder, poisoning, police action, kidnapping, threats, slight description of physical illness, medical procedures, drowning implied, grief, shock, I think that’s it, if I miss any warnings please let me know.

Feel free to drop some love, a comment and/or a reblog, it’s always appreciated.  If you would like to be tagged on any future Bond fic, Star Wars fic, or any future writings, let me know.   Love oo.

WORDS: 8,382 - Sorry first part got away from me, hehehehe.

PART TWO   |   PART THREE

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“Mr. Blanc, your next appointment will be here shortly,” I looked to the man who sat behind the desk, taking a moment to admire his form. Not only was he a handsome older southern gentleman, but the man knew how to wear a suit, he was wearing his glasses, his ‘old man glasses’ as I called them, which always earned me a chuckle. His dress shirt sleeves were rolled up, and who could forget his suspenders that matched his socks and shoes. I loved that look of his, of course I’d never admit that to him, same way I would never admit how I’d fallen in love with him since the moment he walked into my life.

“You have worked with me for how long now, Emi?” He looked up at me from the newspaper he was reading, his blue eyes piercing into mine.

“Six years, Monsieur Blanc,” I couldn’t help teasing him, as a smirk appeared on my lips.

Blanc couldn’t help but admire you, there was always something so special about the way you looked into his eyes. He always did his best to remain as professional as possible, especially when you agreed to be his assistant after he had your previous employers arrested for fraud. 

He still remembers the day, when the police left with them in handcuffs, he found you sitting on the steps of the office. Your tears were streaming down your cheeks, upon seeing your dejected face, his heart began to break. You had no idea what they had been doing, but when you found out your conscience plagued you, telling you that you were the one to blame for being so naïve. When he helped you to realize it wasn’t your fault, you were resolved to make it right, to help all those who had been affected by your employers, intent on returning all the money to the clients they had defrauded, and see what could be done to appease the others. 

He stayed by your side for months helping you sort it all out, and when you had done all you could, you were left unemployed, penniless, and with a ruined reputation. That’s when a protective feeling began to appear deep within his core, it was small at first, his first concern was to make sure he could help you out, even if it was in the smallest way possible. He told himself it was just until you got back on your feet, until you found another job. At least, by helping you he would feel he had eased his own conscience, you were as much a casualty of your employers’ actions as any of their clients. 

Six years later, you were still by his side and he wouldn’t have it any other way, you’d become an integral part, not just to his investigative process but also to his life. 

“Well, Mademoiselle Emi, will there ever be a time you’ll call me by my first name?”

“Possibly, but that’s for me to know, and for you to find out,” I teased him, there was a subtle grin on his face. Despite the 10 year age difference, we got along like two peas in a pod. When he offered me the job, I was sure he was just taking pity on me. I was also certain that as soon as my six-month contract with him was up, he would have been excited to get rid of me, but after our first two cases together, I realized there was no job I would ever want to do, unless it was working with Benoit, and after three months, I was prepared to convince him to let me stay. I had rehearsed my speech at least a thousand times, but when I finally had the courage to talk to him, he beat me to it and told me that I could stay as long as I want.

“You’ll have to actually allow me an opportunity to figure that out,” Blanc teased back. This had also been part of their relationship, it had started completely by accident the flirty nature between the two, but it soon became one of his favourite things about the relationship you two had.

“Unfortunately, not right now. As I stated, your next client will be here shortly.” I grabbed my iPad looking at the details, for the next client.

“Do I want to take this person on?”

I shrugged, “His story is quite an interesting one, you did say that when he first contacted us a week ago.”

“Remind me.”

“James Hammond, single, 40-year-old male, has been receiving threats of a deathly nature for the past few weeks. At first he thought it was nonsense, some sort of joke or prank, but when he nearly died after having his brake line cut, and then when he found shattered glass found in the food that had been delivered, he started to take the threats more seriously.”

“Yes, I remember, did he say why he waited so long to see me?”

“He said he needed to finalize a business deal first, which took place out of the country. He arrived back Stateside yesterday, today was the soonest he’d be able to see you.”

“Hmmm”

“Mmhmm” I heard the front door to the office open, “that should be him, I’ll bring him back.”

“One second” Benoit stood from his seat as he rolled down his sleeves, if I happened to linger my gaze a little longer than necessary, who was to know? I watched as his hands shifted to straighten his tie, before putting on his suit jacket. Good lord, that man knew how to fill out a suit. “You know a picture lasts longer.”

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54 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

#2

DANIEL CRAIG CHARACTERS MASTER LIST

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BOND, JAMES BOND 

Finally Home   |   Knight for a Day

Wake Up

Late   |   Part 2

Saying Goodbye

Lighter   |   Part 2   |   Part 3   |   Part 4   |   Part 5   |   Part 6

 BENOIT BLANC

Payback   |   Part 2   |   Part 3  

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87 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Betrayal

Summary: The war ended but now you have deal with a trauma you weren’t expecting. (Wolffe x reader)

A/N: Hello Lovelies

This came to me after learning a sad news about a friend of a friend. It’s never easy dealing with betrayal. Quick pause, I just want to clarify Wolffe is not the betrayer, here. Okay, continuing on, I wrote this with a specific person in mind, so it might be a little character heavy. If this has happened to you, I am truly sorry, and I hope this story brings you some comfort. Just know that after the pain, starts the healing and eventually each day gets better.

Thank you @firstofficerwiggles for being my beta reader, you’re awesome bestie!

Italics - flashback

Warnings: Pain, grief, mentions of drinking, marital betrayal, violence (mild), fluff, angst, I think that’s all of it, if I miss any please let me know.

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You just had to get through tonight, that’s it, just get through the next few hours of celebrating the end of the war, and then you could go home and cry your eyes out. Just keep up the happy face. Smile, nod, joke, repeat.

I should have known something was up, the way they pulled away from me, the way they kept coming up with excuses to spend time anywhere but with me, however I didn’t want to believe it, how could I? How could I believe that my husband, the one I dedicated myself to, the one I loved unconditionally would have turned his back on me.

Was I not enough? Not pretty enough? Not adventurous enough? Was it something about my skin? My eyes? Maybe it was my hair? Maybe I wasn’t funny enough? Not kind enough?

“Hey” I turned to look at Sinker, his face was full of concern, “you okay?”

“Yeah” I gave him my best fake smile, “why wouldn’t I be?”

“You sure?” Sinker looked as though he didn’t fully believe me, but took my nod as an answer and focused back on the table. We were all drinking, all laughing, joking, but I wasn’t really listening.

“Anyone want a refill?” I asked, to the table, a few of the guys raised their hands, I nodded, taking their order and headed to the bar. I motioned to the droid behind the bar, gave our order as quickly as possible, I was focused on my hands remembering what just happened hours ago, when we landed.

“Honey, I’m home” I noticed his shoes by the door, I couldn’t help the smile that graced my lips. Thinking I’d never have to leave his side again, I was home and this was it. We could start our lives.

“Did you hear?” I asked as I left my bag by the door, it still felt weird, even after all these years calling his place, our place, especially since oftentimes I was on the Triumphant with the 104th. I walked further into the apartment. “Turns out Chancellor Palpatine was behind the whole thing” I continued talking, despite the nagging feeling in the back of my head, “Fox apparently found out evidence, and turned it into the Jedi, isn’t that great! All our plans …” my voice caught in my throat at the scene that was before, it took me a minute to understand the motions I was seeing belonged to my spouse and his co-worker.

They just sat there looking at me, “Babe …” silence permeated every inch of the apartment, suffocating me, choking me, “you’re home sooner than I thought?”

“How … how …” were the only words that came out, as tears began to prick my eyes. He got up from the bed, donning a pair of pants, he walked towards me, I took a step back. Until my eyes locked on their co-worker’s, I don’t know what came over me I lunged for his coworker, ready to scratch out their eyes, I’m not sure who screamed, whether it was them, him, or me, all I know is he grabbed me by the waist dragging me away from the bedroom, closing the door behind us. I turned to face him, my fists pounding on his chest, tears streaming down my face, “How could you! Why? WHY!”

“I’m sorry!” Is all he said, as he held me, trying to prevent me from hurting him.

“WHY!?”

“Really!” He finally stated, as he pushed me onto the chair in the living room.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re never here! When you are, it’s for two weeks, maybe a month and then you’re off again, with your boys”

“What!”

“Come on, you care more about those clones than about me!”

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[missgenesis]

Well, my day just took a turn for the worst.

I can't take this world anymore. There is no humanity left.

I've had literally $0 for the last 6 weeks.

I finally got my welfare check last friday ~ I waited 2 months for it, its $600 a month so $1,200 for the 2 month wait. I deposited it and have been waiting for it to be released from hold.

Went to the bank to take out the money today and it turns out the entire $1,200 was scooped out of my account by my bank to pay my overdue credit cards.

They emptied my account, left me with nothing, because its "their right".

Didnt care that I'm homeless and that $600 a month is all I have to live on. My cell phone will now be cut off in the next 24 hours because I can't pay my $300 overdue bill. Can't even hear back from any of the jobs I applied for.

Might as well just curl up and die type feel.

Been on hold on the phone hyperventilating crying in the bank lobby for hours now, bouncing from one malicious asshole to another being snarked at and told to "get it together" and "keep it down" for having a panic attack. Hung up on 5 times while waiting on hold. 💀 Hell is a place on earth. It felt just how I'd imagine.

This world is hell. There is no heart. There is no god.

I. Fucking. Hate. It. Here.

What is the fucking point of life when this is the world. Shaking down a homeless person from getting even a dime of their entire $600 welfare ??? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE.

But hey I got a $20 pity donation from one stranger good Samaritan who felt mercy.

Guess that will have to last the month.

Im so fucking done maybe my shelter boyfriend will let me try fentanyl. Why the fuck not.

Negative fucks remain. Sub zero existence.

Kinda rather not be on earth anymore tbh it's a demonic realm. I just encountered like 5 during this experience. Zero empathy. Everyone else just a zombie afraid to make eye contact except a few people with souls that showed some compassion and were like "wtf is wrong with you, have a heart" when when the crotchty old lady in line yelled at me for being so upset in public and crying too loudly.

Sleep dep a factor for sure, but also trauma and feelings of injustice - being unfairly "trapped" in a situation of extreme inequality, this trauma accumulates over time and having ALL of my survival money taken right from me after waiting SO LONG for it... cue explosion.

This is where I draw the line ~~ the meaning of "humanity"

Mega corporations make exorbitant profits (banks and credit card companies in particular!) . It is unacceptable for a profit seeking corporation to have the right to prevent a homeless person from receiving the meager sum of money the government qualified them for, because without it they have no means to survive.

It feels, yet again, like a human rights issue.

That money was given to me as part of a government program that, based on research and common sense and decency, to help people get out of poverty, find housing, and support addiction recovery because it benefits all of society.

(I dont say this often, but YES THANK YOU GOVERNMENT FOR BEING USEFUL)

Cut to

Bank being like "nah u still owe us from ur last drug addiction so u can go fuck yourself. IDGAF that the government gave u this cause you are at extreme risk without it. Starve for all we care."

That just set me back at least another month now being homeless. They have prevented me from finding work because of my phone being cut off so now. That $1k was my lifeline, my only source of hope and forward movement.

For the bank, that money is completely insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Just marginally cushier returns for the board of directors and dividend payouts for investors.

Also, they just lost a lifetime customer (20+ years loyal).

BACKWARD BONKERS WORLD.

MONEY IS GOD.

There it is, the familliar existential void.

Ie.

"why do I even try"

"i feel cursed 🪆"

"the world is blind, empty, and evil, until that changes, there's no point in anything"

I just feel like an idiot. It was a mistake on my part, ive been procrastinating everything in my life to work on this blog because it always feels more important.

I'm just so checked out at this point, nothing in the outside world feels real anymore. I find it impossible to sit down and work on slave matrix bullshit. Everything in the "real world" just feels like a pointless charade, and I just can't do it anymore. I can't pretend like it makes sense. I won't.

In university, I learned how to do math, follow instructions, and be a profitable asset to the capitalist globalised economy ~ as a cog in the machine. An obedient worker bee groomed into a form deemed acceptable by society.

Video games opened my mind through fantastic worlds and captivating storylines that brought me a sense of wonder, curiosity, and a deep rememberance of something in my soul.

They awoke the wanderer inside me and let me dream up a world of far greater value.

The real orange dream:

Mandala effect. Mark of 2 timelines diverging.

Schrodinger's Doberman.

[icarusredwings]

This can work wonders if you have a confident Morph. Part of the reason morph would clash with patch is because Kevs too nervous and anxious to do anything like this around so many new people. I can see if they own a casino but jumping casinos wouldn't work for Kev. They would have to have a security in the staff and would a bit more shy then Wade is when it comes to the "call girl" role.

And yes while patch can be nice, like most hard gamblers like him who can run things and has the fear and respect of most staff if in a casino (unlike Remy who plays the "fun nice guy" at the table but is infact a big sore loser) and while these scenarios can fit Romy, I really like the idea of Patch being known as a gruff meany with no mercy. In a "What Jokes and Harley COULD have been" sort of thing.

"Wanna take a ride on your harley~?"

"Whadaya yapin bout, Wanda? I have a Yamaha. Why you want me to get a harley? Ill get a harley then."

"Noo! Im the harley!"

"Fine then ill get you a harley but you gotta wear a helmet okay?"

"....*pouts* okay.."

"Atta girl." *scruffs up her wig*"

Im not saying he hits wanda if he looses or blames her but he will be snappy and moody if they loose, growling at her sometimes. "I thought you were counting them!?"

"Now how am I supposed to be countin when your boners up my panties, Patches!?"

Which ussually ends up in wade either throwing a tantrum or patch saying something uncalled for and wanda cries.

"I did what I was supposed to do, so don't be yellin' at me! You always be yellin at me..." (I also like the idea of them having new jersey kinda accents)

"Hey hey hey wait, baby, im sorry - I didn't mean it. It's the cards. The damn cards. It doesn't mean nuthin."

"Nothin?"

"Nuthin."

"Promise?"

"Pinky swear on my mama's grave." (Hes never said this to anyone else before, its how she knows he actually means it)

"Oh patchy!!" And then ussually ends up in putting the seat back and eating burgers in the car, going home and going to sleep in each others arms.

Theyre toxic and I love them but man sometimes Wade gets just as jealous if theyre in a private venue and theres other waittresses or other girlfriends around.

"How much is he paying you to look like a whore?"

"Twice as much as ya face is gonna cost for reconstruction surgery if ya dont scram away from my man!"

"Wanda... play nice."

"Fine...You're the boss...."

She crosses her leg and her arms while on his lap and glares at the other girls, making his territory with kisses and leaning her arms over his shoulders 24/7.

"Whatda say to a lil strip pokey, patchy?"

"Wands.. here? Infront of the boys??"

She drags a finger down his chest, unbottoning as she goes. "Lette'm watch, peanut~"

In which ends with either Logan holding her on his lap and death glaring anyone who dares cringe at the sight of the scarred up skin.

It starts with the heel. And then the other heel. Then the stockings. And the other stockings. And then her dress, leaving her in her pretty black lace and just her red garter.

It takes one look, one smirk, a heavy puff of smoke, a snap, and a "Beat it, boys." Before he slams her against the table from out of his lap by the throat, pulling her garter off with his teeth and fuck her senseless. This is a good ship if you're into the whole slut shaming thing

"What did I tell you, huh? Showing yourself to everybody like a damn whore!? You tryna disrespect me or somethin?!"

"N-oH, No sir! Oh- Patches, Please. I-i am a whore."

"Who's whore are you? Huh? Tell me!"

"Y-yours~"

"And whys that?"

"Oh fuck- C-cause you're the boss, Daddy-"

ALEXA! Play you can be the boss by Lana del ray!!

I love how you write call girl Wade and having her as gender fluid, honestly I live for a gender ambiguous take on him, it scratches the brain PERFECTLY

And Logan would be obsessed

Just constantly having Wade in his lap, not letting her get more than an arms reach away unless absolutely necessary for their little scams

Girl why you always in my inbox as anonymous.

Were friends. How am I supposed to tag you in cool posts if I dont know who you are.

I do like genderfluid wade and ive been messing around with them for a bit. Wade is literally the "I think im gender fluid but theres a gunfight going on 24/7 so idc about that rn"

So if logan were to genuinely ask, gently bring it up, Hed probably joke at first like wym haha im not a girl and logan would just blink and be like "Just be who you want to be" and suddenly- He's at a dress shop, sitting outside the dressing room awkwardly making eyecontact with the employees who walk by to see him holding 18 different dresses.

"Sir you cant smoke in here"

"You want me to put it out on your forehead?"

When wade comes out theyre in this really pretty kind of pinup dress. "What do you think!?"

Logan sighs, puts it out on his boot and smiles fondly. "Well arnt you gonna spin around?"

So he does and then giggles. "It has pockets!"

So he looks up to the clerk like "What other colours you have of that?"

Wanda has all sorts of dresses now but her signature for gamble nights is a short sparkly one almost similar to sabrina carpenters and a garter with prada heels.

Even pearls. Real pearls to match what ever colour suit logan is wearing. A small "dibs" on her at all times.

By definition Call girl means a sex worker who works by appointment only rather then standing the streets or working for a "any time" brothel.

Sometimes tables get suspicious.

"Whos the girl?"

"Ahh nutin. Just a call girl."

"You pay'er to walk around witcha or smth?"

"Something like that. I play better if I have someone pretty to look at instead of ya ugly mugs."

Pretty much, anyone who makes an appointment dies. Mainly because thats her profession. To butter up her targets, take'em home and then takem out in body bags. Since call girls are "higher class" then regular prostitutes they often have protection with cartel or mafia, especially in this particular setting.

So yeah, sometimes Logan has to grit his teeth and play pimp. "Sell" Wanda off to a sorry sap but it makes him so happy to know she just comes back home and fucks him silly to soothe his jealousy. Its a rush lifestyle. Always on the go, always having the adrenaline of winning or the endorphins of flirting, leading them on, the relief that rushes down wandas back when she finally gets to kill them.

Its a great little scheme they have going on here but sometimes theres more trouble then they bargin for or sometimes one of the players will call wanda ugly and it sets Logan off and sends wade into a hysterical session of tears and refusing to let anyone see them for awhile without any make up on. It pisses patch off a lot actually because he works hard to make sure she feels pretty at all times, even telling her how pretty she is while holding her hair back and their head in the toilet. Cancer is not any kinder to them in this au but at the end of the day if Wanda can make everyone in this room want a piece of his ass while said ass is sitting on Patches lap? Theyre happy.

[thunderon]

Why did Pyrrha shoot Wake (in Cytherea ) at the end of Harrow the ninth and do we think she's proper gone gone

alright idk if we ever get an outright answer but here’s my speculation. first let’s review the death scene when pyrrha (in g1deon’s body) shows up and shoots wake (in cytherea’s body). here’s how gideon (in harrows body lol) describes wake’s expression when pyrrha shows up:

1) swoon

2) interesting, right? considering they were trying to kill each other a few chapters ago, why would wake be relieved to see pyrrha?

let’s rewind a few chapters (back to when wake was haunting harrow) and examine a note:

(HIM - G1deon; SHE - Pyrrha; WIZARD SHITS - A & M)

now here’s my supposition. to me, it feels almost like wake and pyrrha worked out a pact. wake agreed to give g1deon (and by proxy pyrrha) a quick death, and i feel like pyrrha is returning the favor. i mean, wake is tied to a chair, in the possession of john, with no way out and no hope of rescue. in a lot of ways, death is a mercy, and wake seems to know that pyrrha is going to give it to her.

and it’s very telling when later pyrrha and gideon (2.0) are stuck with the options of dying being crushed by water, pulled down to hell, or (on their own terms) shooting themself with pyrrha’s revolver and she says:

so tl;dr: i think it was a mercy kill as a favor to wake

whether or not wake is gone gone? well if we take this on face value:

then ya she dead dead. but. i stopped taking things on face value with this series a long time ago lol. i feel like i don’t quite have enough information to confidently say yes or no. im kinda torn to be quite honest. but tbh i feel like it’d be a little cheap for muir to pull the “shes alive” card after making such a huge deal about her dying like this. you can only resurrect characters so many times before character deaths stop having an impact on readers, ya feel? but also i love wake as a character so i would happily get off my high horse and eat my words if she ends up showing up down the road

[angeltreasure]

hi, im 19 and have always grown up catholic and have always loved my faith and religion but recently something has been calling me to expand my faith. i’ve started reading the bible but i was wondering if there were other things i could do to dive deeper into my faith

Hello there my brother or sister! Yesss you can:

Pray the Rosary. You can pray it anywhere silently or vocally. When we pray the Rosary we meditate on the life of Jesus and His mother, Mary. Please be careful if you pray it while driving.

Watch videos to help you pray the Rosary. This one has pictures to help you stay focused on each mystery.

If you fall in love with the Rosary, you can join the Rosary Confraternity for free and receive graces.

There are other types of Confraternities and Arch Confraternities too. Ask your local priest about them or look online.

Listen to Relevant Radio to learn more about the faith. They also have live shows of praying the Rosary and the Chaplet of Divine Mercy.

Find a prayer Chaplet you like. There are many. I am fond of The Chaplet of Divine Mercy.

Get some Holy Water and bless your home, your car, your neighborhood. Bless others, bless yourself. You can even ask a priest to bless your home.

Ask your Catholic priest about enrollment for a Scapular in person. There are a handful of different ones. The most common is the Brown Scapular.

Join the Association of Marian Helpers for free no matter if your male or female. You will receive the same graces as Marian Fathers throughout the whole world!!

Volunteer at your church or even somewhere local like a soup kitchen.

Stand up for the unborn by joining in pro life organizations like 40 Days For Life and Live Action.

Start your own street ministry by distributing things about the faith.

Find books about the Catholic faith, especially the Catechism, and the lives of different saints.

Read The Lives of the Saints by Fr. Alban Butler

Read The Catholic Faith Handbook for Youth by Brian Singer-Towns

The Catechism of the Catholic Church

Join a ministry at a Catholic Church near you. There is a lot of choose from. You can even ask the priest about making a new one! We really need help all around with people who can teach the Catechism too! No matter how big or small your role, it is precious to God.

Attend Eucharistic Adoration in person for one hour. (There are videos online too.)

Recognize that Jesus is truly present in body, blood, soul, and Divinity in the Eucharist and wine by what is known in the Catholic faith by the word Transubstantiation. Your view on Mass will forever change your life.

Go to Confession at least once a year.

Go to Mass every Sunday. Try daily Mass if you would like.

Invite a friend or family member to Mass.

Watch videos of preachers like Bishop Robert Barron and Venerable Fulton J Sheen.

Watch The Chosen. The app is free! Season 3 is coming soon.

Make a pilgrimage to a holy place.

Make a small spot in your home a place for prayer.

Pray for the souls of Purgatory every day.

Have meals as a family and say grace before eating your meal together. Build up bonds of love and peace.

Watch The Passion of the Christ

Watch Mary of Nazareth

Go on a retreat in person (or online)!

Follow the Ten Commandments

I like art so I enjoy looking at artwork in various mediums to help my mind learn and meditate upon the faith.

You could make a social media account where you can collect Catholic things as you learn more and more. It doesn’t have to be big and fancy. You can even go anonymously (like me on here lol).

Visit a shrine near you. Stop by sometime and say a pray.

Find a spiritual director. It can be anyone of the faith, even your priest. They can be such an asset in your discernment.

Get a library card. Your local libraries may have some Catholic material on hand!

Donate to the poor, the needy. It doesn’t have to be a lot. Even the smallest donation makes a difference.

Practice First Friday devotion or First Saturday Devotion.

Observe the Holy Days of Obligation by going to Mass if possible.

Do the stations of the cross at your church or one nearby.

Try fasting for a day. Offer it up as prayer to God, especially for the conversion of sinners and intentions you hold in your heart. It can fasting from food, from hot water in the shower, from listening to your music on the way to school or work, etc. Please don’t fast from food if you have any type of eating disorder or any other certain medical conditions especially if you take medication… please consult your doctor beforehand.

Attend classes at a college or done by your church. Some are free! It may help you discern your vocation and the path for your life. You may discover your calling. Know that it’s ok to change your mind in the process.

I hope this helps! May God bless you.

[yesimwriting]

Searing Starlight (chapter one)

SERIES SUMMARY: the most powerful inferni alive, raised to see herself as a god-in-the-making, the bastard of the barrel and his team, and a shadow summoner with a common goal. What could go wrong? The giant mass of darkness known as the shadow fold and y/n’s sense of humor. 

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Y/n is sent to hustle the Crow Club. Technically it’s not cheating, but Kaz Brekker isn’t the type to let people off on technicalities alone. Especially when the one that committed the offense could help him earn 1 million kruge. 

a/n just a little something based on the show bc IM OBSESSED :)) --I’m planning on making this a series so if you want to be tagged let me know :)

The candles flicker as Kenya's palm makes contact with my face. I used to cry after he hit me; I used to run to Anya’s room for comfort and my energy would became so irritated I snuffed out all the candles in the church. Now, I just stand there. You get punished worse for showing fear. Gods fear nothing, and that’s what he wants from us--to turn into Gods so that the heavens will owe him. 

“You risk us again and again!” 

The yelling is worse than the stinging of the slap. I make a point of keeping my palms flat; the candles of the room flicker as if feeling my restraint. “Watch yourself or the tidemaker you’re so fond of will feel my wrath instead of you. At least when I bruise his face it doesn’t cost me a night of revenue.” 

I want to point out that the men I trick in the pleasure district don’t care about bruises, but the reminder of Jace has me frozen in place. Jace is good. He doesn’t deserve this treatment. “It won’t happen again, Father Kenya.” 

He nods once, unsatisfied but growing bored. “Disappear from my sight before my flesh wins and I forget to show you mercy.” Kenya turns sharply, watching Anya’s stoic expression. “Anya--we’re in need of funding, take these coins and triple it by morning.” 

Anya’s lips part; I shake my head once, a subtle plea for her silence. “Father Kenya, y/n’s the most talented card player we have--if she comes with us we can bring five times what you’re going to give us.” 

The promise Anya makes is that of a fool, but I know I’m capable of it. People are easy to read when they’re drunk, they’re easy to trick and lie to. And drunk people exude the clearest energy, something about their bluffing is as tangible as fog to me. 

Kenya squeezes the drawstring bag between his violent fingers. He loathes me more than the others. He expects more from me. He’d lock me in the cellar if he could afford to. But he can’t--he knows what I’m capable of. 

“Go somewhere in the Barrel--somewhere that doesn’t ask questions if the money is good.” Kenya looks at me, the bruises on my arms and cheeks. “Clean yourself up beforehand.” 

I nod once, stomach rolling at the thought of going out and knotting at the thought of staying here. I keep my steps even as I approach Anya, grateful for the excuse to disappear behind the chapel’s doors. 

----

This club is louder than most, boisterous men drinking constantly, slurring their words and leaning over bars. I only smile when someone’s looking, tugging on the dress Anya picked for me subconsciously. 

“Relax, y/n,” Anya hums, “Men don’t understand they’re being hustled when someone pretty is the one swindling them, and you look hot.” 

A particularly drunk man walks by slowly, eyes reflecting no shame as he blatantly rakes his gaze down my form. I shift uneasily. “That might be the problem.” 

She tilts her head back, gaze focusing on the crow marking etched into the back wall of the club. A very strange and consistent crow theme in here. “Maybe you should keep the dress on until you run into Jace.” 

The mention of Jace in that context leaves my face warm. “Wha--what?” Great. I’m sputtering. “Shut up!” 

She laughs easily, “I’m only teasing--he’d probably ta--” 

“Anya!” 

Again, her laugh is loud and bright. “Kidding!” Before I can scorch her, she nods her head towards a gambling table. “An open seat--go, you know Kenya’ll have our heads if we don’t multiply this,” she tosses me the drawstring bag, I catch it awkwardly, “By five.” 

There are a lot of things I’ve ruined--but I never mess up when it comes to gambling. We’re all entitled to our talents and mine are destruction and trickery. “I’ll have six times this amount before midnight.” 

A little cocky, but it’s well deserved. I stroll up to the table easily, comforted by the fact that Anya’s only a few feet away. 

“You’re playing this round?” 

I smile politely, used to this kind of hesitance. “I think I’d like to try it.” The mock-hesitance in my voice burns coming up, but the dumber I seem the faster I make up my money. The rest of the participants snicker. Expected. I’m going to enjoy taking their money. “I can pay if that’s the issue.”

The sound of me fishing through the small bag of golden coins silences the men at a table. The man closest to me, the one with smooth brown skin and a smile I imagine has convinced many people to play into sins for him, leans forward slightly. I let him peek at the coins, the more they want my money the more they’ll believe my lies. 

“How much to enter?” 

A tall man snorts. I fight back the urge to glare. 

“Three of those coins should do.” The boy next to me is decent enough to answer. I’ll steal from him least. “I’m Jesper.” 

I’ve been to enough clubs to know when a man is attempting to find company for the night. I hope the playful niceness I see in him is real. “Kamil.” My sister’s name is salt water on my tongue. 

The first game is easy enough to throw. The second, I have to work at a little more--their smugness is killing me. I pretend to be ready to step away from the table.

“Where are you going?” 

I shrug at the stranger. “I shouldn’t lose any more money, my father won’t be happy with me as it is.” 

The stranger leans forward, glancing at his chips. “We don’t want a girl like you in trouble at home--why don’t we up the stakes? You win this next hand, and you’ll win double what I did.” He pauses, eyeing my drawstring bag, “Of course--you’ll have to be willing to risk a matching sum.” 

Awful odds. “Deep odds,” Jesper mumbles, “Consider cutting your losses.”

Jesper is a better person than the other men here. I almost feel bad he’s going to be losing any money. “One more game won’t kill me,” I smile as politely as I can manage, “Besides--my luck could be about to change and I’d never know.” 

I hand the coins over to the dealer. I watch as the money is shuffled onto the center of the table, suppressing the grin of someone about to release her killshot. Ten minutes later, I’ve doubled what I’ve lost. The man who upped the bet is gaping, Jesper’s expression has shifted entirely, and everyone’s staring at me like I’ve shifted into another person entirely. 

“Wow--luck really does change quickly here.” I’ve hooked them. They’ll want to play again, to prove that my victory was a fluke. “Do you guys want to play again? It only seems fair I give you a chance to win back everything you just lost since you did the same for me.” 

Everyone’s quick to agree, but I’m quicker to win the second round. Some men look murderous, some look ready to play again, their egos incapable of handling defeat at my hands. 

“You came in with a surprising amount of coins,” Jesper muses, reaching over to pick up a piece of gold that rolled towards him, “I hate to accuse you of counterfeiting, but one has to wonder.” 

Typical. “I swear my money’s real.” 

“Real money can take a bullet…” Is he going to shoot it...in doors? Jesper tosses the coin easily, letting it flip in the air before taking out a pistol and shooting it dead center in a movement so casually fluid and deadly I’m taken back. 

The coin clatters onto the table, the bullet embedded into the precious metal. I eye it cautiously, beyond relieved that Kenya at least doesn’t lie. “T-told you.” 

His eyebrows narrow as he reholsters his pistol. “About that, I guess you did.” 

Jesper’s skepticism is a red flag. I need to get out of here before my winnings are taken from me and Kenya kills me or Jace for my failure. “I didn’t take you for such a sore loser.” 

Before Jesper can respond, something black raps against the table once. “What did I tell you about loud noises at the table?” 

Jesper’s gaze leaves mine immediately. “Sorry boss, just checking a swindler.” 

He--he knows. I blink twice, forcing surprise to color my features. “Swindler?” I look between him and the man he called his boss. “N--no, it was just--luck. I played a hand, I lost some money, I played again and I won some money. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?” 

“You only started winning after the stakes were raised--I’ve seen that tactic before and it’s not appreciated here.” 

I swallow once, a pinch of dread making its way through my stomach. He had shot that coin with no hesitation--I didn’t even see him click off the safety. How dangerous is the man at my table? How dangerous is his boss? Everyone seemed to straighten at the sight of the stranger with the cane. 

“There was no tactic--it was a game.” 

The man I don’t know tears his gaze away from Jesper. “Someone like you shouldn’t even be here.” 

He has a point--my demeanor doesn’t exactly scream someone who frequents establishments at the Barrel during the night. “I’m only here to keep my friend out of trouble.” A fair enough response. “And I played a game and someone can’t handle a loss.”

“You should have seen her bluff, I’ve met professional thieves that lie less fluently than her.” 

At Jesper’s words, the stranger’s grip around his cane tightens. I imagine that beneath his gloves, the color of marred souls, his knuckles are white. “Who do you work for? Who sent a girl to invade my business?” 

Who do I work for? No one that has any business with him. “What?” How self absorbed can one man be? 

“If playing the fool didn’t get you through a card game--don’t think it will get you through this.” 

What? Before I can question him, Anya grabs my shoulder, pulling me so that there’s a safer distance between me and the man. 

“You’re an idiot,” her whisper is pointed, directed solely at me. “Of course you’d find trouble with Dirtyhands.” Did I hear that correctly? Dirtyhands--as in the Dirtyhands? I stare at her, eyes wide. How had I been so stupid? I should have recognized him from his gloves alone. Anya turns her head towards them. “We don’t want any trouble--forgive my friend, she’s not a spy she’s just an oblivious idiot.” 

“Rude.” 

She throws me a glare. “But she did win.” The money isn’t worth the trouble we’ll find trying to keep it but Kenya’s words follow us wherever we go. “We’ll take what we earned and never come back.” 

“I don’t concede often.” 

I reach for Anya’s arm, brushing her forearm in hopes of telling her things will be okay. Kaz Brekker may be feared, but we’re gods in the making. “Neither do we.”

He seems to want to play at an odd, power-filled standstill, but Anya and I are more desperate than him. Anya leans forward, ready to take the money from the table, but the unidentified man who upped the stakes earlier is quick to grab her forearm. 

“I don’t take losses, little girl.”

Anya. I can only imagine the horror she feels when a strange man touches her. Screw precaution. “Is that money worth burning for?” 

“Y/n.” Anya’s warning comes out low; Jesper raises an eyebrow. I guess being Kamil was short lived. 

“Excuse me?” 

The man will not intimidate me. Fear is a crutch men use to keep women in check. “You heard my question.” I hold up my hand, releasing enough energy to develop a flame in my palm. “And if your answer is ‘no’, I suggest you release my friend before your body is nothing more than a pile of ash your own mother wouldn’t even be able to identify.” 

The stranger blinks, touches the gun on his hip, and then releases Anya’s arm. 

“You can’t come into my club, hustle money away from my men, and walk away unscathed because you’re a grisha.” 

Words cannot express how badly I do not want to speak to Kaz Brekker at any point in my life. His grip on his cane is a silent warning--a threat. But what is a man’s threat to a girl that’s meant to be a god? “You can kill me but I’ll use my dying breath to burn this entire building.” I’ve publicly backed him into a corner--I’m insane. 

Dirtyhands opens his mouth to reply, anyone within earshot holding on for his next words. Anya yanks me back as the sound of something explosive interrupts the room. A bullet flies past directly where I was standing and strikes the wall behind me. Anya just saved my life. Someone just shot at me. 

“Y/n, do you think it’s--” 

“No.” It can’t be. There’s no way a soldier found me again. “It can’t be--we were--we’ve been careful--and Kenya said they wouldn’t look for me--that he purchased me fully.” 

A man is moving through the crowd. A blue kefta. No. No. 

Not here. Not now.

And why are they shooting at me? “Anya,” I breathe out as cautiously as possible, “Run and no matter what don’t turn around.” 

“I’m not leaving you.” 

Anya. Always the older sister. “They don’t want you--they want me.” 

“You’re not a real Sun Summoner--it’s suicide for you.” 

I don’t have the heart to tell Anya I don’t particularly care about my life. It’s never truly been mine anyway. “I’ll make it out.” 

“You’re an inferni, not a miracle worker.” 

My lips pull into an odd sort of grimace. The gentle kind one hopes is mistaken for a smile. “I thought we were meant to be gods.” 

“A god can’t do what they want from you.” She mumbles. “So you’re capable of producing more fire than most--it’s not the same as creating light. It doesn’t matter how many drugs they pump into you it’s--” 

I shake my head once, “Anya--go.” 

“They want you to play Sun Summoner.” Dirtyhand’s tone is too smooth to trust. I know when someone’s trying to sell dreams that don’t exist. “The way they’ll have you do it will cost you, but the way I’ll have you do it will be practically painless.”

Is he always this confusing? “What?” 

The question is an irritation, that’s apparent in the cold tint that takes over his practically blank expression. “I need a Sun Summoner for a business deal--and lucky for you I’m out of time.” 

“You don’t want to work with me.” 

“No,” his voice is dismissive, he didn’t understand I meant that as a warning, “But I need to have some form of mass light before sunrise.” 

“The man I’m indentured to will never go for it.” Proposing such an idea would leave me with a broken rib again. 

Dirtyhands nods once, a vague acknowledgement. “That’s not your problem.” I keep my jaw set, scanning at the crowd for a flash of that blue kefta. “After all, it wasn’t his problem when he hurt you.” 

I had been careful to hide the bruises. The reminders of my humanity. My weaknesses, my failures, written onto my skin in purple and blue ink. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“I didn’t until I got that reaction.” I’ve never so quickly felt the need to loathe someone. “It was easy enough to assume--young girl, desperate for money, a grisha powerful enough to be hunted down.” 

Is that supposed to be some sort of consolation? “My freedom would never come so easily.” 

“It wouldn’t be freedom--you’d owe me more than you already do for the kruge scam.” 

I swallow before I can make the mistake of telling him I’d consider any escape from Kenya freedom. “Close enough.” 

The grisha’s closer now, the light blue kefta so easy to spot amongst a sea of darkness. “You’re running out of time.” 

“Can you get my friend out?” 

“Y/n.” She can be mad for the rest of her life if she wants. 

He nods his head once. “She’ll be out the back before anyone knows she was even here.” 

“And she can take the money I won.” Maybe the income will be enough to spare her from Kenya’s wrath. “That’s a dealbreaker.” 

Kaz Brekker hesitates. It’s such a normal pause I almost think it’s a trap. “If she takes it there will be no way out for you--you will do what I ask even if it endangers your life.” 

“Y/n, it’s not worth it.” 

I don’t look at Anya. “You have my word.” 

“Y/n, I’m not taking anything and I’m not leaving you.” 

I finally turn. “Don’t be a self-sacrificing idiot--it’s not in your nature and frankly it doesn’t suit you.” Acts of goodness towards me have always left me feeling raw. Too raw. Like I’m bleeding out. “Sorry, I just…” Anya’s eyes are soft. She knows. She always knows. “I’ll get through whatever it is he’s planning and I’ll come back.” I swallow once, nerve draining from my body slowly. “Take the money--Kenya will be angry enough as is.” 

Anya drops her gaze as she collects from the table. It takes me a moment longer than it should to recognize this is shameful for her. I consider telling her that she’s doing the right thing, but that would burn her heart more. 

“You’re my sister,” Anya’s voice is lower than it’s ever been, “I should have stopped him.” 

Her guilt hurts more than the bruises. “You were as hurt as me--you have nothing to feel guilty about.” 

This is already more emotion than we’re used to expressing when alone let alone around others. Anya stretches out an arm, squeezes my shoulder once, and then takes a step back. “I’ll see you again.” 

“Yes,” I nod once.

“Jesper, take the girl out the back.” Turning forward blankly, Kaz begins to speak to me, “Hide behind the bar--my wraith will find you and take you somewhere else.” 

“Y--you have a wraith?” And I thought Kenya was weird. He lets out a sigh. “Sorry. Not the time.” 

“Desperation leads to bad decisions.” 

Dramatic. “I agree.” 

His gaze falls on me, taking in my narrow-eyed glare. There’s a moment in which I think the left corner of his mouth twitches upwards, but then he turns his head again. A trick of the light. “Go before you’re found and I’m out the money I let your friend take.” 

Yes. I’m not exactly safe right now, but Kaz Brekker needs me for something. That means I will not be leaving this building. By force or willingly. 

Silently, I turn, melting into those in the crowd that are either oblivious or don’t care enough to react to the cat and mouse game I’m currently in. When I reach the bar, I’m quick to duck behind it, pressing my back against shelves of alcohol. 

[ryeology]

having a go at this because i can and i like over analyzing art ok yaya let’s go

1st one is either the star (“the waterbearer”, and the references to water w/ the pool at the subjects feet & the ripples often also seen in the traditional cards. ALSO just the straight up stars surrounding them) OR it is the moon because LOOK at those cool tones. also the moon has references to bodies of water (ocean tides etc etc) and the way the subject is illuminated looks like the light of the moon and ALSO the skeleton inside of them is aquatic (scorpions, with their exoskeletons, are often seen in the moon card)

2nd reminds me of the sun because of the mood overall, as well as the whole sun in the background. besides that, the sun card for me personally reminds me of “the heart” so the literal heart in the image just SCREAMS sun to me. also the way colour is used throughout the image (warm tones, lots of reds oranges and browns. and pink!!! like a sunset) all just tell me it maybe be the sun

3rd is,,,, kind of obviously,,,, the chariot. a quick google search of it usually shows us that the chariot makes use of feline figures (sphinxes specifically), and the lion head at the front of that chariot w/ the strip of fabric/baghandle(?) in front of its mouth like a bit Cannot be coincidence. overall the illustration just reminds me a lot of the whole “going down in a blaze of glory” motif, especially the mechanical wings on fire (like icarus?)

4th reminds me of two different cards to equal amounts. the first is the high priestess because of her dress and posturing; the way her shoulders are settled, comfortable w/ her station but somber (and tired), plus her direct eye contact w/ the viewer & the cavaliers running across her silhouette (like soldiers fighting a holy war for naught). anyways, the second card this reminds me of its death; depending on your sources usually have figures on horseback, war, and skull motifs everywhere. her expression could also be read as one of grief, in which death would make the most sense. regardless, this is my personal favourite teehee

OKAY FINALLY last one; the hierophant is the one im putting my bets on here. it’s typically a holy figure on a through with two pillars on either side (“pillar of severity” and “pillar of mercy” respectively). in a google search, the bottom of the card usually has two keys interlocked (“the keys to heaven”) though this illustration seems to flip the whole concept on its head. from the bottom-up: the keys are instead microphones, and one of the wires is connected to his stomach like an umbilical cord (probably backstory stuff). the throne is shackled to the pillars and although the subject is still “pure” in a sense (with his loose white robe) he is defiled by something (the top having fallen off? and the black hand dripping white light into the subjects right hand. although their expression looks distressed at best, they don’t seem to be fighting whatever is happening (as seen by how loosely the left hand is resting on the arms of the throne). also, instead of having a crown (like the traditional card), the subject has a backlight and two hands creating an image of wings of sorts? flaring from his head (do with that as you will).

my OCs as tarot cards!

read the webcomic they’re from here

[yoonpobs]

hello 😊

may I request a drabble with jungkook and seokjin and reader with some angst and a bit of smut.. seokjin is her boyfriend and jungkook is jin's best friend and also a close friend of hers his also in love with her and he doesn't hid the fact that he has feelings for her so when y/n and seokjin get into a fight he seeing it as an opportunity to finally see if she wants to be with him

I hope that makes sense

thank you ❤️

pairing: fwb!seokjin x oc, roommate!jungkook x oc

genre: smut, angst

warnings: toxic/unhealthy fwb relationships, jin is a douche, jk is mean, oc needs a break

words: 2, 775

note: WHY DO I ALWAYS GIVE MY OCS A HARD TIME IM SORRY & i took a bit of a turn w this request so i apologise for any inaccuracies 😢

There is a way that Seokjin treats you in bed that makes you feel whole yet like you’re losing bits and pieces of yourself to him every time. He’s never selfish—God no. He was generous to you, much more generous than real lovers you had in the past that you shared kisses that were full of passion between the sheets. The passion you felt with Seokjin was undeniable and almost painful. You hated the word almost, it was like wasted potential on a possibility that could’ve come true but fell too short to be real. And every time you thought of that word you thought of Seokjin.

He was there. He always was. That was the conflicting part. Between always and almost, he was always with you but never almost in love with you the way you were with him. It was pathetic, really. How a woman held such high regard for turned into someone unrecognisable between the sheets and a few kisses from a man who didn’t even love her back. You swore to yourself you’d never let this happen. But here it was—happening.

He fucks into you at a brutal pace that could almost cloud your stressful thoughts. He never misses, his hips angled upwards to hit you in places that only lovers should feel. You moan, scream and cry—for reasons more than how good he makes you feel.

“Ffffffuck, J-Jin!” Your head is pressed against the mattress but you can still see your delirious expression through the mirror in front of your bed. He looks angelic with the way his forehead scrunches in utmost concentration in making you feel good, but the way he snaps his hips harder into your own was demonic. He usually left bruises and it felt nice to have the remainder of what he did to you—but stung at the same time with the way that he marked you as if you were his.

You weren’t.

“Like that, angel?” He leans down to whisper against your cheek and all you can muster is the blubber of a response.

The grip on your hips is rough, but you like it that way. He slips a hand in between your spread legs and rubs your clit in figure-eights that has you whining at a decibel louder than the ones before. Jin notices this and starts fucking into you faster if that was even humanely possible.

“Look at you—so fucked out. You’re mine to ruin, right?”  He taunts you, dragging a hand up your body with the wetness as the answer to his question. He tugs on your chin to direct your face to look at your reflection clearly, and you see your lips swollen, eyes blown out and hair tousled.

“Y-Yes—fuck—yours, J-Jin!” You’re panting, and you feel your coil unravel at a rapid pace, and Jin groans from behind you when he feels your cunt spasm around his cock ferociously.

“If you’re mine then don’t cum just yet,” He sounds too collected for a man who’s been fucking his cock deep into you for the past hour, but you could never read Seokjin. Even when you had his dick all the way down your throat, the most you’d get is a groan—and that was more than you could ever muster up from him.

“Jin—Jin—p-ple-please! I need to—ah—cum—!” Your words were cut short when he reached his hand around your throat to squeeze it softly. But you moan louder, and your pussy responds by getting tighter around his cock.

He chuckles in a low timbre from behind you, hips slightly stuttering—and you know this is a sign of his release coming soon—and you push your hips back to meet his pace, causing him to hiss at the sudden action.

Jin stares at you from the mirror for the night, and you release he always has a similar expression when he’s approaching his high. Something cold, detached yet melancholic. You could never read him enough, because by the time you think you’ve got an answer—he demands.

“Cum.”

And you do. Hard. Spots of white taint your vision like an angel trying to cleanse you from your sins. But the way you blackout for a second shows you no mercy and reminds you that Jin was the devil and you were his plaything.

“Ffffffff—” You can barely breathe. But it’s a pleasurable feeling—the only thing suffocating is the aftermath. When he leaves, barely sparing you another glance.

And you feel him cum with you, deep spurts of white painting your pussy as you feel full of him. Like he’s here to stay. He pushes you back onto him and revels in your limp body. You allow him.

When he pulls out, you’re exhausted. And you can tell he is, too. He’s heaving, and he helps you onto your back by placing a pillow under your back and head. He’s caring, but only out of decency, not commitment. You’re tired too, but it’s the type of tired that settles into your bones. The tired you only feel after sex with Seokjin because you know you’re sleeping alone.

He’s meticulous and quick, just like he always is. It’s the same routine that you’re unfortunately intimate with. He searches for his pants, slips on his shirt and grabs his keys and wallet. They’re always on your desk; never anywhere else because that implies that the routine was breaking. Jin would never break that—not with you, at least.

“Won’t you stay?”

Your voice is soft as it breaks through the atmosphere. You seem to catch him off guard for a moment but he’s tedious at not showing anything more than he needs to. He casts you a glance over his shoulders and you feel oddly vulnerable with your naked body, a blanket draped over your curves in a way that should be enticing. But you knew it wasn’t—because he only wanted you in the heat of the moment and every second after that is a reminder of who you were.

“Since when did we do that?” He snorts, quickly carding a hand through his hair while he checks his appearance.

And as always, he looks kept together while you were left ruined at the expense of his hands.

“We don’t,” you say softly, “I just thought …” your voice wavers when he raises a brow at you, causing you to hesitate in your words but you’re oddly determined today. Maybe you’re tired of the heartache, “It’s late.”

He looks at you for a long second before rolling his eyes and stalking you. Your heart clenches in expectation, but all Jin does is reach a hand around your chin when he leans down to bring your face inches away from his. Your eyes are hopeful when you look into his. The gentle orbs that peer back could fool anyone into thinking that he was tender and loving—but you’ve never seen that side of him. You only saw him when he was overtaken by desire, hard and tall when he fucks into you like a rag doll while he smirks at your slacked body.

“That’s cute,” he grins widely as your breath hitches, “But that’s not what we do, sweetheart.”

The term of endearment is anything but endearing. It’s mocking and it hurts.

“I …” You croak.

Then he releases you, finger lightly pushing your chin so that you’d fall back onto your palms. He checks his phone with a casual grin, likely being called over to another party—or anywhere else that wasn’t your home. Your heart shatters all over again, but you’re used to it. The glass that scrapes your skin is stained with blood but you’re a sucker for the pain.

“I’ll call you,” is all that he leaves you with before he’s helping himself out of your room, leaving the door open in his way. He doesn’t care for formalities, not even when you see him bump into your roommate on the way out. He gives a wave of acknowledgement, but nothing else—because who would introduce their fuck-buddy to their roommate?

But Jungkook knew. Of course, he did. You weren’t subtly because you hoped if someone knew then it’d be a little more real for you to hold onto. That ugly seedling of hope that blooms in your chest every time Jungkook would catch a glimpse of Jin leaving your room makes you wonder what it’d feel like if you could have him over for dinners, for movie nights—for it all.

But you can only do that; wonder.

The door creaks ever so slightly and only do you realise that the tears return. You automatically know who it is, because it’s the same routine. It’s the same song that you hear each time he comes over and it’s on an unhealthy loop of replays when you feel your bed dip.

“Why do you do this to yourself?” Jungkook whispers.

You don’t care that you’re bare. Jungkook’s seen you in worse states. Drunk off your mind, on the verge of collapse when you’d hope the alcohol would take the pain away. He’s a good roommate—but he really needs to mind his own business.

“Stop.”

“He’s a fucking asshole,” he sneers, grabbing your arm so that you’d look at him.

He hates that your eyes are red, and he hates that the bruises on your neck and chest match. The room smells heady of sex, and Jungkook has to endure the same pain you feel but tenfold when he watches your lips wobble the longer he stares.

“I love him, Jungkook.” You sob, leaning into his chest when he sighs for the umpteenth time, hearing the same thing leave your lips. It never got easier.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Jungkook spits, the thought of Jin returning only making his fists ball tighter when they rest around your bare shoulders, “Stop this. Stop going back to him.”

“Why doesn’t he want me?” You cry, hot tears wetting the fabric of Jungkook’s shirt.

“Why do you want him?” Jungkook returns, voice raising when he pulls back.

His eyes are blazing, the anger in his chest is only exponentially increasing the more he sees you heave. The tears that leave your eyes makes his heart clench and makes him want to chase that son of a bitch down and make sure he’d never see you again. But Jungkook finds himself staying still because you were here. In his arms—even if it you weren’t his.

But he’s still angry, and his mouth runs hotter than ever.

“Why do you keep doing this to yourself, huh?” Jungkook grabs your shoulders, forcing you to stare at him with swollen eyes, “You know he’s just using you! All he does is fuck you and leave. He doesn’t love you—and he will never love you so stop doing this to yourself and leave him before you continue hurting yourself like this!”

“Fuck you,” you spit through the tears.

“Because I’m telling you the truth?” He sneers, “Because I’m telling you things that you already know but are too damn scared to do?”

“Shut the fuck up, Jungkook!” You scream, pushing at his chest. But he grabs your wrist and levels you with a menacing stare while his own chest rises and falls with every breath of air he takes.

Your anger is muffled by your tears, and it’s a mixture of pain and rage when you peer at him. Jungkook’s so tired. He’s tired of feeling this way—of seeing you destroy yourself when you deserved more than anything anyone could ever offer.

“No,” Jungkook deadpans, “You’re going to listen to me and you’re doing this now.”

“I’m not doing anything! So let—me—go—!” You thrash in his hold, but Jungkook only tightens his grip around your wrists in a warning.

“Delete his number.”

“I can’t do that,” you say weakly.

“You can and you fucking will,” Jungkook says vehemently.

And as a point, he reaches for your phone that rests on your nightstand; and before you can process what he’s doing—he’s thumbing through your contacts and hovering over the one person you always seem to go back to.

“Jungkook, no—!”

But the damage is done, and Jungkook presses delete. For some reason, you feel absolutely nothing. But you’re angry, you’re angry because Jungkook’s always the person you see when it hurts the most and even through his words—all you want to do is scream.

“I hate you so much!” You scream.

Jungkook chuckles, dark and humourless as he runs his fingers through his hair. He stares to the side, jaw clenching in annoyance when you continue to cry and sob. He wanted to tell you to shut up—to stop crying over someone who’s probably already fucking the next breathing thing in his direction. But he doesn’t, because Jungkook’s impulsive. More so than he’d like.

“Yeah?” Jungkook scoffs, “You hate me? The person who’s trying his best to protect you?”

“You’re not protecting me!” You snap.

He ignores your indignant tone before levelling you with a blank stare that intimidates you more than you’ve ever been of Jungkook. He’s fuming, but it’s a calm before the storm that rattles your heartbeat against your chest. He looks livid.

“You hate me and love that fucking idiot?” He snarls, inching closer as you back away.

The growl in Jungkook’s chest is unheard of because more often than not he was level-headed. An annoying prick but calm and collected at most. This is the first time you’ve seen Jungkook look anything less than composed—and it was because of you.

“I can’t—I can’t control my feelings,” you say sourly.

He snorts, fully sarcastic and intentionally mocking when he looks at you with a hooded gaze.

“Isn’t that the fucking truth.”

“What the hell are you saying,” you narrow your eyes at him.

Oddly, you’re having this conversation when your tits are out—and only then do you consciously wrap your arms around your chest. His eyes immediately dart down to your subtle action and he rolls his eyes. You want to cuss him out, but Jungkook laughs. He laughs as if there was something funny—and you’re left even more confused.

“I’m saying that I fucking hate you,” he spits, face inching immensely closer as your eyes widen at his venomous tone.

“What—?”

“I hate you so much because you’re acting like an idiot chasing after someone who doesn’t give two shits about you.”

Your eyes well up with more tears as his words of bullets ricochet off your ears and settling deep in your heart. The harsh reminder makes your lips wobble and shoulders shake, but Jungkook doesn’t care.

“I hate you because you do this to yourself when you deserve so much more than what that prick can offer,” Jungkook says vehemently, hand wrapping around your chin to force your face to look at him.

Even now, when your eyes are puffy and red-rimmed, you look devastatingly beautiful.

“I hate you because I’ve been here this entire time and all you do is look for him,” Jungkook says softly, but his tone is still harsh, a sharp breath that erupts in his chest as well as yours as your eyes widen.

“Jungkook—”

“I’ve been here,” he croaks, and when you look into his eyes only do you see the pain, “I hate you so much because all I can do is love you.”

Your eyes widen as you gape at him, and you’re taking seconds too long to respond but your brain is processing the turn in events. But when you realise what he says, Jungkook’s pulling away. His hands retract themselves as if he’s been burnt and you were the flame responsible for it.

“Jungkook, wait—” you reach out. You were so confused, but you didn’t like the fact that he was leaving too.

“Don’t,” his eyes flutter shut in defeat, lips pursed, “Don’t touch me right now.”

Your face crumbles as you tug the blanket around your body until you’re resting on your knees and searching for his face.

“Can we talk—?”

“No,” he glares at you, and somehow—the look he gives you is far more painful than every moment Jin has ever walked out on you. Jungkook delivers the final blow when he snatches his hand away from yours completely.

“Figure your shit out because I’m done.”

And like always, you were left alone in your room—with more to think about than ever.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

PJSekai tickles: Tsukasa x Toya

Im not sure what to name this, im sorry :<

This is a tickle fic btw, you were warned!!!

On a side note, I got this card in the chinese server so yay :DDD

So my newest obsession has been project sekai for these past weeks and in light of the recent event in the global server I've been craving some Tsukasa x Toya (platonically). Since i can't find anything and am too shy to ask other writers I'll do it myself!

My interpretation for these characters might not be super accurate so sorry in advance :>

Also this fic occurs during the doll festival event

Enjoy!

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Tsukasa x Toya (platonic but interpret as you wish)

Ler: Tsukasa

Lee: Toya

Warnings: Tickling! Crappy writing

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Yesterday, Toya had helped his senpai, Tsukasa, buy some new dolls for Saki for their annual doll festival event. They spent a lot of time choosing those dolls and he hopes that Saki will like them. Well, all those hopes came crumbling down the next day. During lunch break, Toya runs into Tsukasa and hes not looking so good.

"Oh, Toya! I want to thank you again for helping me out yesterday!"

He seems as loud as ever, but Toya can tell something happened...

"Are you okay, Tsukasa? I sent you a text this morning but it says that you haven't even seen it".

"A text? Thats weird...I haven't gotten anything..." When Tsukasa went to check for his phone, he realised that he left it at home this morning when he rushed out to school.

"Oh crap! I left it at home...! Was there something you needed to tell me?".

"It's nothing of importance, I just wanted to know if Saki liked the dolls you bought for her".

Tsukasa's face was instantly overtaken by a frown.

"Did something happen...?".

Tsukasa proceeds to explain the fight that escalated this morning with his sister, Saki, over the new dolls he bought.

"I see...". Toya is sad to hear that Saki didn't like the new dolls. He knew how much effort Tsukasa put into picking them out and his help seems to have been in vain.

Tsukasa quickly notices the sad expression in Toya's face.

"No! Dont feel bad! It wasn't your fault!"

After knowing each other for so long, Tsukasa already knew how guilty Toya must be feeling.

As he tried to reassure his junior, he poked him in the stomach a few times to get his point across. What he wasn't expecting was the yelp that came out of Toya's mouth.

Tsukasa's face quickly changed into a smirk, knowing the perfect way to cheer him up.

"Wow Toya, I almost forgot how ticklish you are!".

Toya's cheeks were tainted pink at the comment. Before he could properly react, Tsukasa's hands started squeezing gently at his sides.

"WaHAit! PeHEople could sehehee!!". Right now the two of them were in the middle of the hallway, surprisingly it was empty.

"There's no one out here now so you should be good! Tickle tickle, Toya~!"

"GAHH! Hahahahahaha! Tsukahahahasa!!". Tsukasa was currently scribbling at his tummy and poor Toya couldn't take it, he slid down to the floor, Tsukasa easily keeping up with the tickles.

"Haha! I forgot how ticklish you are here!" Tsukasa sneaked his hands under Toya's shirt and started poking his bare tummy all over, sometimes his navel.

"Dohohont!! Stahahahahap! Ahahahahahahaha!". Toya was a blushing and laughing mess. He never knew how to properly defend himself in these kinds of situations, so he tried to curl up as best as he could.

"Don't stop? You've got it buddy!" Tsukasa proceeded to squeeze at his hips, which sent poor Toya into hysterics.

"WAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHERE! PLEHEHEASE!"

Toya was having a hard time keeping up with the tickles, always letting out the cutest and weirdest sounds whenever Tsukasa hit a new spot.

"I CAHAN'T BREHEHEATHE! PLEHEAAHAHAHA!". The poor boy could barely talk through his hysterical laughter.

Tsukasa decided to show some mercy and stopped his attack on his hips, he switched to some lighter tickles by playfully drawing shapes on Toya's tummy, which kept him in a giggle high. Tsukasa couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"Are you feeling better now, Toya?"

Toya softly nodded his head through his adorable giggles, and Tsukasa finally stopped the tickle attack, helping Toya up to his feet.

"Just remember, its not your fault. So don't feel bad about it, okay?"

"Yeah...thank you for that, Tsukasa".

Toya softly smiled at Tsukasa and Tsukasa smiled back at him.

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I kinda ran out of inspo by the end so sorry if it was crappy :<

I had fun writing for this pair, i might do it again in the future.

Please feel free to leave me request for other pjsekai pairings!