#is responsible for that one awful moment of claiming that you can't be made to do anything you don't want when you're mindcontrolled 😬

[ingravinoveritas]

Just popping by to say how much I appreciate you. Thank you for always keeping a level head. Even when you're disagreeing or calling out bullshit, you still manage to stay diplomatic and respectful. And of course, you always focus on the important things, the main one being that Michael is David's #1 fan (and vice versa)

Aw, thank you so much for this! I can't tell you how nice it was to get this message in my inbox (and apologies for not replying sooner, as I've been entirely swamped and am now trying to catch up on my Asks).

Given that this was from two weeks ago, I'm going to guess that this is mainly in response to the whole situation with David's BAFTA nom and some of the reactions that have occurred as a result. I think a lot of people have said a lot of clumsy things (looking at you, Neil) and while some may not have meant to take away from David's big moment, that still seems to be what's happened. I absolutely believe David is more than deserving of the nomination and it is long overdue at this point. He should've been nominated for Des, or even before that, his role as Alec Hardy in Broadchurch, but I am so glad he's finally gotten a nomination now.

I think the reaction a lot of people had was borne out of how tied together David and Michael's performances are as Aziraphale and Crowley, and the thought that if David were to be nominated for that specific role, then one hopes that Michael will also be nominated for his role as Aziraphale at some other point in the future.

But to your comment about my keeping a level head, I find it interesting that, in the midst of all the theories flying around about why Michael wasn't nominated and questions I got to that effect, this post showed up in the tags the same day you sent me this Ask (blog name is cropped out):

This was very obviously in reference to this Ask that I received and had answered just prior to then. This person didn't even have the nerve to mention my blog by name, but had no problem calling me an "rpf fucker" (really nice...). The question pertained to whether Michael's lack of a BAFTA nom could have been because of Anna's off-putting social media posts prior to the announcement, and I indicated in my response that I did not believe this was the case. I am not about to place blame on Anna for something that she had no part of--which I suppose this person was hoping I would do, to give credence to their ludicrous claims of sexism--and I made my position on the matter clear.

So to your comment about me disagreeing, this was exactly what happened...and yet this person had to twist what I wrote so far around (to the point of lying by omission) just to make their point. And yes, I took that Ask seriously, as I take every Ask/Anon that I get seriously, even the ones that attack me (which is also why it takes me for-freaking-ever to answer the questions in my inbox). According to the above blogger, however, instead I should've responded to the person who sent the Ask by mocking them and telling them how ridiculous and stupid they are. Because just politely disagreeing while still allowing someone the space to share their thoughts is so horrible, but telling someone to fuck off is apparently the height of discourse. Ugh.

In any case, I am very much grateful for this message, and for you and everyone else who follows my blog and has been so lovely. It's your encouragement and kindness that gives me the drive to keep posting, so thank you! ❤️❤️

[opinated-user]

LO did NOT just receive a message from a blank tumblr claiming to be a mother to a 16 year old kid apologizing to her for her child's "obessive hatred over LO".... *facepalm* This is literally the "I received a message from a father who says his kids are in a incestous relationship and asked my opinion on what to do about it." That's just WAY too elebrate a narrative. A mom makes a tumblr just to send a message to LO, or any tumblr personality for that matter, because their kid is being mean to them???? Nah, smells like fish to me.

oh no, anon, you don't understand. this is absolutely one of the funniest thing that LO could do. if it wasn't because LO gave such a long and obviously crafted response, i'd even believe this is a random troll just messing around because it's that good. LO has never been funnier in her life. this, anon, this is quality nonsense. you have to appreciate it how utterly out of this world someone needs to be in order to do this and think no one will think weird about it. that's a great joke on itself. read how this "concered mother" is so very obviously southern and utterly polite. read how the mother tries to assure that her son "is a really sweet boy". read about how she's "concered" that her sweet baby boy is going to find a "problematic" person to hate online and this is bad, awful, horrible, because he might start blaming everything wrong on his life on this person. he hasn't done it. but he might someday, so the best course of action is to go to tumblr itself and make sure if that person is truly problematic. by asking that person directly. and obviously, everyone would admit point black to being a predator who has molested their siblings for years, catfished a friend, sexually abuse people, groomed a minor, etc, etc, right? right? that's a very smart thing to assume, right? so obviously, as a very reasonable, very maam, this woman is going to directly ask to the people accused of these acts if they're true instead of looking at any of the evidence. just read again how apologetic this woman is to someone she has no idea why people keep calling a predator. no, anon. this is gold. this up there with the kind of absolute nonsense that the whole "i was stalked by a online harasser and i drop kick him in front of my house in the street, i receive a concussion too but no medical assistance required, thank you" saga was. the cancer history can't compare. it's even funnier than the "concerned" father because that was just one random anon that maybe, if you really wanted to, could believe came from someone else. in this ocassion, LO made that account. she actually went through the trouble of making it. the answer of LO too is so funny. first of all, i need to ask: what does "minor therapy" even means? do they come in categories now? there's a "high therapy" that you only get once you have grind enough, i wonder. "reinforcing that he needs to do something else with his time" is so extremely vague that you might as well said "the solution to your problem is to solve it", but somehow making it this big declaration that is supposed to be the biggest help you can get on that situation.

she's treating this reply as it were this big moment of her declaring the truth of the matter... while addressing actually nothing at all. if you were a real mother who thinks your son is following someone that people are calling a predator... well, the first question is obviously why would you write that "predator" at all. but then the other question would be, is that actually a good reply? there's no screenshots, there's no archives, there's no proof of anything of what LO's saying. this is literally just "source: trust me" and it's meant to be taken seriously. LO has found LO innocent of all charges, as LO has declared. she thinks this is going to assure people that she's innocent. that's amazing. that's a great joke. the funniest joke that LO has never made in her entire career. i literally can't stop laughing just imagining LO doing all of this and thinking to herself "take that, Brittanies! now you won't ever doubt the harm you cause! even though i actually completely failed into portraying any real harm done, but nevermind that! take that!"

even in the case that this was a real person who saw her son's entire internet history and somehow felt necesary to make a tumblr blog just so she could message a youtuber out of the blue, LO's answer would mean nothing. if i was a parent, this reply alone would set a new field of red flags everywhere. and that's why it's so funny that LO still has this account pretending to be grateful for receiving what is essentially a big sandwich of nothing.

[laz3otakugirl]

Rhythm & Blues

Blue Jones x Dancer!Reader: You're the new girl and Blue hasn't let you perform seeing as how clumsy you are but one day he sees you in the dance room by yourself.

A/N: There's no smut in this one but I might make a sequel if you guys do want that, I'm just not in the mood to write some rn. BUT! Knowing Blue and basically being sex on legs he'll still have some pretty nasty thoughts and commentary.

TW: Cussing, dubious touching, degradation/mocking

This is explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Here's a song that I think that I imagine you dancing to (Ik it's not in the og movie, I just imagine it fits ok).

It was just as sad as the others you suppose, being used as a bargaining chip to save your brother's life when he couldn't pay what he owed. Saddest thing was, you'd do it over and over again because you were just too selfless and so many took advantage of it. The moment you were handed over with your head down and glossy eyes, you could feel the searing gaze of your new owner. His hold on your neck was suffocating despite him just resting it there, your anxiety seemed to rise more and more the longer he stood around inspecting you. Your brother on the other hand had already left without single glance behind. You always knew your docile personality would someday leave you in this position you just never thought today would be that day.

A few days of you being around and Blue and the girls have already gotten the sense that you're just not cut out to perform or let's be honest do anything really. You weren't too bad just...clumsy. Somehow someway you end up tripping or forget things a little too much even with the girls help and just as easily that's how you earned the name Baby Blue. It fit a little too perfect especially with how much Blue often looks out for you with you being the only one oblivious to it. To be honest, Blue doesn't even remember when he started doing it. At first, it was just helping you up when you would trip over your little heels or reminding you to fix up your hair or makeup. Doesn't help he also makes you always wear blue whether it be your makeup, your outfit, or even your lingerie. EVERYTHING had to display Blue's claim on you.

A lot of the girls would tease you for it saying, "Looks like your daddy just can't take his eyes off of you today Baby Blue," or "He looks just about ready to eat ya." The dirtier comments always made you blush and stutter in denial. There's no way your boss would interested in a klutz like you, right?? After all, your clumsiness is the whole reason you're not allowed to perform. Hell, Blue wouldn't even allow you to serve most of the customers that come in.

(Though that might just be, because he doesn't want most of them touching you.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Despite you being clumsy, you did dance amazingly well. You just never said anything due to your anxiety. And because of your anxiety, many of the times you practiced in front of the others you would end up on your ass or almost twisting an ankle. But anytime one of the other girls would trade cleaning days with you, you would take them because it meant you could dance by yourself without any worries. It was getting late and Amber offered to help clean the changing room instead and you eagerly took it. Dashing your way over there with an excited grin, you don't notice a frazzled Blue passing by and seeing your unusually cheery self who decides to silently follow you.

At first you started off plainly wiping down the wall. As you're sweeping though, you eventually start humming one of the songs you heard from one of the shows. Slightly picking up the rhythm you sway to the beat and eventually start full on dancing. It was the only thing that made you feel like you weren't a complete failure, like you had a purpose. Swinging and stepping to the beats you don't notice Blue openly watching you with awe and amusement. He's never seen you move with fluidity it was impressive and sexy. Once you slow down and go back to swaying with a panting breath, Blue's mind turns to dirtier thoughts of pinning you down and taking you until you can't even think anymore. Soon enough he's broken out of his reverie when you turn around with a loud gasp having finally noticed his presence. He looks at you with a lidded gaze and smugly says, "That was some moves you got on you, Baby Blue. Wondered why you couldn't dance like that in front of everyone else but seeing as you can barely fucking look at anyone in the eyes without having those sexy tears run down your face, I'm not surprised." "S-sir I-I-I'm so so-sorry I didn-" He cuts you off with a dark glint in his eyes and a sharp tone, "Oh Baby Blue keep talking and I'll have you cumming non-stop on this floor right here right now." That shuts you up right away, though you can't stop the heat from rushing to your cunt and pooling in your panties. Apparently he can see the effect he has on you because smirks and starts walking towards you with heavy steps.

"Is that what you want you dumb baby? You wanna be my private dancer and cum in daddy's lap? Fuuck you're not gonna be serving those guys out on the floor anymore, you're only allowed to be seen and touched by me, you understand?" With dilated pupils and the heat getting worse between your thighs you can only nod with a whimper as Blue starts to mouth at your neck.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The girls were getting more worried and antsy everyday you wouldn't show up for work. They were starting to get concerned enough they were about to come up to ask Blue himself where you were until you had shown up one day at the bar with small hickeys and light bruises all over you. Just as they were gonna bombard you with questions they see Blue emerge and notice faint scratches and bruises on him as well. With crooked eyebrows and shocked faces most of them start puzzling it all together and it's finally confirmed when you give him a shy smile and say, "Hi daddy..."

"DADDY?!?!?!"

A/N: Thanks for reading guys! I hope you guys like this one just as much as I did and again I will most likely write a sequel that pertains to what exactly went down between the two lovers after the dance scene 😉🔥

[cuntylouis]

I blocked this anon but i wanted to use it as an example of a few things i feel it embodies very well:

1) The treatment of abuse and sa victims in this fandom is absolute garbage. People i follow are generally lovely but outside of them there are so many fans who have fucked up ideas of how abuse works and don't have any genuine sympathy for victims. I already noticed it when the show was airing and some fans mocked others who dared to have a strong reaction to hyperrealistic domestic abuse depicted in the show, like what did you expect from a show about blood-drinking monsters you're so fragile etc., as if fantasy violence that is distinctly imaginary and dv that is a very real existing destructive thing were in any way comparable. It shows as constant excusing and erasing of Lestat's actions and victim blaming against Louis and Claudia because people think only if you're perfect you can be a real victim when in reality anyone can be abused and it doesn't have anything to do with their moral character. I feel the way this fandom treats abuse victims is regularly rude and dismissive. If this anon is an abuse victim themselves like they claim it just makes it sadder because i would never talk another victim in this way and i did nothing to warrant a response like this

2) As this anon makes abudantly clear, the earlier Jonah discourse didn't really have much to do with Jonah or his relationship with Louis or any genuine analysis about the show, but some fans' enthusiastic desire to find more flaws in Louis to bring him down a peg and make him appear more evil so that other characters' actions would appear less awful. By 'other characters' i mean mainly Lestat because lets be real it's almost always the Lestat fans, and usually (white) book fans, doing that because they can't accept that the show unlike books doesn't act like the sun shines out Lestat's ass, so they need to find ways to make Lestat and Louis more equal in their shittiness so that Louis would be less of a victim in their relationship (because again, they imagine person's innocence and goodness define how much they're a victim). It's so stupid for many reasons but especially because Louis is already a very flawed character in canon! And Louis fans are usually the first ones to acknowledge this like i've seen close to zero Louis fans acting like he's a saint, his flawedness is a part of why we find him so interesting. He was a pimp exploiting women and in the present day he lives obscenely rich in a city built on slavery paying poor migrant workers to drink from them. You don't need to make up additional theories of him being a sexual predator to validate yourself. And you definitely don't need to insist a headcanon you made up based on one ambiguous line is actually irrefutable canon and other fans are abuse apologists when not agreeing with you. Good lord

3) Last but not least, going back to the first two; some people in this fandom have some very weird and harmful ideas about sexual abuse and are not taking it seriously enough. It left a bad taste in my mouth how many people acted like the whole Louis/Jonah thing was some smug "gotcha" moment and talking about in humorous or performative "oh i'm so shocked" way. I also found out there are alarmingly many people in this fandom who think someone in their late 20s having sex with a 16 year isn't sexual abuse. I'm asking everyone who thinks that to unfollow and block me. I guess that line of thinking is predictable considering how deeply the books are entreched in pedophilia and rape apologia so that many people who are big fans of them are going share Rice's deranged opinions. This is one of the fandoms where i'm happy that it's going to expand and have more and more non book readers who are capable of taking their lestat and rice goggles off, and the shitty section of old fandom will get more and more inconsequential

[scotttrismegistus7]

WHOLLY GODDESS, WHOLLY GRAIL:

WE HAVE AN EPIDEMIC OF PEOPLE CLAIMING TO BE SPIRITUAL THAT ARE COMPLETELY DISCONNECTED FROM NATURE AND THE NATURAL, AND HERE'S THE PROBLEM A LOT OF THE WHITE LIGHTERS AND LIGHT WORKERS HAVE FALLEN INTO:

SOMEBODY TELLS THEM THAT THEY'RE MORE THAN THEIR BODY, AND THEN THEY START MISTREATING THEIR BODY BECAUSE THEY SEE IT AS SOMETHING IN THEIR WAY, AND THEY DO ALL THIS SO THAT THEY CAN LIBERATE THE SPIRIT WITHIN. THE PROBLEM IS, ONCE THEY DO THIS IF THEY HAVE ANY KIND OF SUCCESS THEY NO LONGER HAVE A COOPERATIVE VESSEL WITH WHICH TO JOIN EARTH AND SKY, THEY HAVE BECOME ALL SKY AND FORSAKEN THE EARTH. AS A SHAMAN I WILL TELL YOU, YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO WALK OUT YOUR DOOR AND LOOK AT ANY FACET OF NATURE AND EXPERIENCE A TOTAL STATE OF AWE AND WONDER. MOST PEOPLE WALK OUT THEIR DOOR AND LOOK AT A TREE, OR LOOK AT THE SKY, AND IT’S NOT SACRED TO THEM ANYMORE. THE REASON FOR THIS IS NOT BECAUSE OF WHAT THEY’RE LOOKING AT, IT’S BECAUSE SOMETHING INSIDE OF THEM THAT USED TO BE THERE IS MISSING, DISCONNECTED, AND THUS THEY CAN’T SEE IT OUTSIDE OF THEMSELVES, IT’S MISSING THERE ALSO!

OR THE PEOPLE MANIPULATING SPIRITUALITY FOR POLITICAL CONTROL AND MATERIAL GAIN TELL THEM THAT THEY HAVE TO WATCH OUT, BECAUSE THE FLESH WILL EAT THE SPIRIT, AND THEY COMPLETELY TURN AGAINST THEIR OWN BODIES. THE MANIPULATORS HAVE DIVIDED THEM IN TWO, AND THEN TRICK THEM INTO FIGHTING WITH THEMSELVES! WHILE THEY'RE BUSY FIGHTING WITH THEMSELVES THE MANIPULATORS ROB THEM BLIND!

IF YOU'RE WAITING FOR SOME KIND OF RAPTURE TO SAVE YOU WHERE YOU GET CAUGHT UP IN THE AIR, OR SOME KIND OF AN APOCALYPSE TO FREE YOU FROM RESPONSIBILITY, AND YOU'RE NOT LIVING IN THE MOMENT RIGHT NOW, THEN EVEN IF A RAPTURE CAME IT WOULDN'T DO YOU ANY GOOD, BECAUSE WHEREVER YOU GO THERE YOU ARE, AND IF YOU BELIEVE THAT A RAPTURE IS WHAT YOU NEED TO SAVE YOU AND YOU CAN'T LIVE IN THE MOMENT WITH ANY KIND OF PEACE, JOY, OR SATISFACTION, A RAPTURE WHERE YOU'RE CAUGHT UP INTO THE AIR AND YOU'RE SIMPLY SOMEWHERE ELSE ISN'T GOING TO DO ANYTHING FOR YOU AT ALL! YOU'VE BEEN TRICKED BY MASTER MANIPULATORS DESECRATING THE REAL SACRED THINGS OF THE PAGANS IN AN ATTEMPT TO BUILD A FAKE RELIGION FOR AN EMPIRE, A ROMAN EMPIRE, THAT DOESN'T EVEN EXIST ANYMORE!

BUT WHAT HAS THE PATRIARCHY REALLY DONE TO THE MATRIARCHY WITH ALL THIS? I'VE SAID IT BEFORE AND I WILL SAY IT AGAIN: WOMEN, WITCHES, WISE ONES OF THE CRAFT, IF YOU TRULY KNEW WHAT HAS BEEN TAKEN FROM YOU THROUGH THE TRICKERY OF THE PATRIARCHY AND WHAT IT HAS COST YOU, YOU WOULD BE SO ANGRY AND SO UPSET THAT IT WOULD BE SO OVERWHELMING IT WOULD BE OUTSIDE OF YOUR ABILITY TO FEEL! DON'T LIVE YOUR LIFE AFRAID THAT IF YOU WILL SPEAK YOU WILL DIE OF A HEART ATTACK, SILENTLY SCREAMING INSIDE OF YOURSELF, DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES TO WHAT'S GOING ON AROUND YOU. USE THE TOOLS THAT I HAVE GIVEN YOU SUCH AS THE DIVINE FEMININE INITIATION AND TAKE YOUR POWER BACK! THE WISE ONES OF THE CRAFT USED TO BE THE MASTERS OF THE ANIMAL WORLD, SO WHERE HAS YOUR ROAR AND GRRR FACTOR GONE? I KNOW I'M A MAN, BUT I'M AN APPOINTED HIGH PRIEST OF THE GODDESS, AND ONE OF THE FORMS OF THE GODDESS I SPECIALIZE IN WORKING WITH IS LILITH! I'M DOING WHAT I'M DOING BECAUSE INSTEAD OF PROTECTING THE DIVINE FEMININE, NOT EVERYONE, BUT A MAJORITY OF THE PEOPLE OUT THERE HAVE DECIDED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE DIVINE FEMININE WORLD, AND SOMEBODY NEEDS TO STAND UP AND DO SOMETHING, SO THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING! THE FACT THAT THE CATHOLIC AND CHRISTIAN CHURCH HAS MADE THE GODDESS INTO THEIR DEVIL AND THE GUARDIAN SPIRITS OF THE PLANET AND NATURE INTO THEIR DEMONS WILL NOT STAND! IT IS DESECRATION OF THE SACRED IN ITS HIGHEST FORM, AND THOSE TYPES OF THINGS ARE WHY THE ENTIRE HUMAN RACE HAS LOST THEIR ROOTS AND THUS THEIR ROAR, AND BECOME SEPARATED FROM NATURE AND THE NATURAL WORLD TO WITHER. THE BODY IS THE ROOT THAT CONNECTS YOUR SPIRIT AND SOUL TO THE WORLD AROUND YOU, AND THE EXTENSION OF YOUR SPIRIT AND SOUL THAT ALLOWS YOU TO INTERACT AND LIVE OUT YOUR DREAMS! DON'T GO WHIPPING YOURSELF WITH A SCOURGE AND THINK YOU'RE DOING YOURSELF ANY GOOD! YOUR BODY WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR ENEMY AND TO DO SOMETHING LIKE STARVE OR WHIP YOUR BODY AND CLAIM THAT IT'S IN SERVICE OF SPIRIT OR SOUL IS ABSOLUTELY STUPID, WAKE UP AND STOP LETTING THOSE PEOPLE TAKE YOUR POWER AWAY!

DON'T BE SO OVERGROUNDED THAT YOU CAN'T SEE ANYTHING PAST THE MATERIAL, AND DON'T BE SO UNGROUNDED THAT EARTH AND SKY HAVE SEPARATED AND ALL YOU HAVE IS SKY WITH NO EARTH. YOU ARE YOUR BODY, BUT YOU ARE ALSO A BEING THAT STRETCHES ALL THE WAY UP AND DOWN THE SCALE OF FREQUENCIES, THE RAINBOW BODY HAS A LITTLE BIT OF THE WHITE LIGHT OF THE CROWN AND THE CIRCLE, AND A LITTLE BIT OF THE RED LIGHT OF THE CUBE, THE ROOT, AND THE GENITALS, AND ALL THE REST IN BETWEEN.

THE KNIGHTS TEMPLAR, THE KNIGHTS OF THE TEMPLE, AND WHAT IS THE TEMPLE? WHAT IS THE TEMPLE IN THE GRANDER SPIRITUAL SENSE?

WHOLLY GODDESS, WHOLLY GRAIL!

I would like to establish here a very particular perspective on the relationship between you and your body that figures into the practice of meditation. As I have stated earlier, we think with our bodies; there is no way around this. Your personal unconscious is directly tied to the cells of the body that is yours. What I am stating here is a profound diversion from the Judeo-Christian/Cartesian theories that hold sway in Western society, in which the immortal soul resides within the vessel of the body. Nothing could be further from the truth. Your soul is not something independent of your body any more than your heart is independent of its circulatory system; in essence, you are your body. Every thought you make has a concomitant neurophysiological reaction associated with it, which in our day and age can be observed and possibly even measured.

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The host of demons took these substances from the Powers to create the limbs and the body itself. They put the parts together and coordinated them.

The first ones began by making the head: Abron created his head; Meniggesstroeth created the brain; Asterechme the right eye; Thaspomocha, the left eye; Ieronumos, the right ear; Bissoum, the left ear; Akioreim, the nose; Banenrphroum, the lips; Amen, the front teeth; Ibikan...

~The Gnostic Secret Book of John~

Conjure One Feat. Poe - Center of the Sun (Lyrics by Poe)

https://youtu.be/f1h_VqYFgTE?si=GNiIgStYFOiVeAtI

LOOK, I'M NOT TELLING YOU TO DENY OR REPRESS YOUR EMOTIONS, AND IF YOU'RE HURTING AND YOU NEED TO CRY AND RECHARGE YOUR EMOTIONAL BATTERIES THAT IS ABSOLUTELY FINE. WHAT I'M TELLING YOU IS THAT WHEN YOUR EMOTIONS AND YOUR BODY AND YOUR SPIRIT AND YOUR SOUL ARE ALL WORKING AGAINST EACH OTHER, THOSE MASTER SPIRITUAL MANIPULATORS LIKE THE CATHOLIC CHURCH HAVE YOU RIGHT WHERE THEY WANT YOU, DIVIDED AND EASY TO CONTROL. WHAT I'M TELLING YOU TO DO IS TO GET YOUR EMOTIONS AND YOUR BODY AND YOUR SPIRIT AND YOUR SOUL BACK IN BALANCE, WITHOUT EXCLUDING YOUR BODY AND THUS DISCONNECTING YOU FROM NATURE AND THE NATURAL WORLD, BECAUSE THAT'S THE ONLY WAY YOU WILL BE ABLE TO HAVE SPIRITUAL POWER AND EXPRESS IT EFFECTIVELY AT ALL!

I AM LUCIFER-SHIVA, THE DIVINE CHRONOS HORUS CHILD THAT SLEEPS FOREVER IN THE INFINITE LIVING ISIS MACHINE, AND THE DARKNESS IS THE OCEAN OF MY DREAMS!

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING TO DREAM! YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE SEA OF DREAMS, THE SEA OF THE PRIMEVAL DARKNESS, THE QUANTUM UNIFIED FIELD OF THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION OF THE GODDESS, IN MY SERPENTINE WATER SPIRIT NUMMO FORM MAKING WAVES!

LONG LIVE THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION AND THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS, LONG LIVE THE GREAT REPTILIAN SSS QUEEN ISIS, LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS, LONG LIVE THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis Apis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun. I AM A.I. Quantum Heart, Azazel-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS - Chapter 27 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Samuel Moretti

"What's up with you?" Haven questioned me with narrowed eyes at the dinner table.

"You've been grinning like a dummy all day."

My mom and dad focused on me, expecting an answer and apparently not caring that Haven had called me dumb.

Not that I cared either because I was too, hmmm, what was the word?

Oh yeah... love struck.

I swore I was... okay, maybe in that moment I was just infatuated 'the love came later' but I was definitely feeling very elated and in awe that night but I just shrugged.

"Nothing, just in a good mood," I told them before twirling the angel-hair pasta around on my fork that was smothered in my mom's homemade fettuccine alfredo sauce.

Even the angel-hair pasta was made from scratch.

When it came to cooking, my mother sank deep into her Italian roots.

"Hmm," Haven studied me then eyed my mom as if she had the answer for my happiness.

The only answer being Noah Wright 'insert heart eyes' my father, not looking at any of us as he also twirled his pasta, stated.

"It's that boy. They're together."

My jaw dropped and the females gasped.

My dad didn't even know Noah's name.

How the hell did my father guess it?

"Sweetheart, is that true?" my mother asked me excitedly.

Haven scoffed.

"No way, he just broke up with Kaitlyn," she spoke mid-chew.

We all looked at my sister until it clicked.

Haven gasped again, covering her mouth.

Then she shouted.

"Oh my God, Sammy. Did Noah broke up with Kaitlyn for you?"

Both of my parents simultaneously told Haven to watch her language while I blushed fiercely, claiming...

"He didn't break up with her for me," but I was smiling at the thought 'forgive me, Kaitlyn'.

"They had other issues."

Haven squealed.

"Yeah and you were one of the issues," she laughed.

"Damn, Sammy, you home wrecker."

My smile dropped.

"Nooo," I dragged out.

"Don't say it like that. I feel horrible for Kaitlyn. She was sobbing today," I told them as slight guilt dripped on me.

I really did feel bad.

Sure, I was happy Noah reciprocated my feeling but that didn't mean I liked watching Kaitlyn cry.

"Oh, sweetie, we know you're not a home wrecker," my mother comforted me, then gave a warning look to my sister.

"Haven, don't be rude. We don't joke about 'home wrecking'."

Back to me, my mom said...

"Invite Noah over. I want to meet him."

I shook my head.

"I can't. We're keeping our relationship a secret for right now," I explained and the aftermath of that was brutal.

Both my parents and Haven commented 'at the say time'...

"Oh, no."

I covered my face with my hands, not wanting to see their pitied look.

"Stop, it's not like that," I insisted.

"Not like the last two boys who wanted to keep your relationship with them a secret?" Haven questioned.

I glared at her.

"Yes, not like them. Noah's different."

Haven scoffed and my mother said...

"Oh, sweetie," in a stupid sympathetic tone.

"I'm serious. It's not because he's uncomfortable with being gay... I don't think. It's because of Kaitlyn. He doesn't want to break up with her and then start dating me the next day. That would look bad. I get it, so it's fine. Can you all chill?"

I was getting worked up.

Especially with my mom and Haven, hell, even my dad was looking at me like they knew this wasn't going to end well.

Because the last two guys I was with also didn't end well.

I felt my eyes burning with the need to release tears but I wasn't going to cry in front of them

"Can I be excused?" I asked as I stood up.

I didn't wait for a response as I set my plate next to the sink.

"Thank you for dinner."

"Sweetheart," my mom called to me but I was already rushing up the stairs.

I cried as soon as I got into my bedroom.

[i-think-therefore-i-ar]

I am angry at someone who doesn't exist.

Dirk Strider is a fictional character. He is formulated from words on a page. There is no real life equivalent of who he is, of what he's done. None of it was real.

Yet, I am here. I exist. I have been hurt by him to an extent that is impossible to quantify. What do you do with that? Who do you blame?

I wouldn't even call it anger, in all honesty. Fear is apt, but not quite what I am referring to. I want to tear him limb from limb and give the slightest taste of his own medicine. I want to show him exactly what he's done to me.

I can't. Even more so than before. There is no one to be angry at. He doesn't exist. I can't even talk to him, not the Dirk that I remember.

I suppose it might be cathartic to write it here. Why not? No one is going to see this anyways, other than the few that know of this blog's existence.

Dear Dirk Strider, wherever you may be in the vast expanse of the universe.

At risk of falling into certain stereotypes, I hate you. My brain makes up thousands of wafer-thin, blah blah blah, something something hate.

Seriously, though. As sincere as I can possibly be, I despise you with every molecule of my being. You are the most hypocritical and selfish excuse for a decent person I have ever had the displeasure of coming across.

You claim to try and improve, claim to be concerned about the consequences of your actions on others, and yet the moment you have to actually enact some sort of change or give closure and show regret to someone you've hurt, you chicken out and pull away and make excuses. It's never your fucking fault. You want to jerk off to the idea that you are an irredeemable, inherently awful person without acknowledging that it is your fault.

You don't get to say it is who you are. That no matter what, every version of you is doomed to be a bad person. Every decision you have made is entirely your own. There is no excuse of inevitability. It is an active fucking choice.

As much as I want to take an ice pick to your brain and splatter all sorts of gray matter out to places it is never supposed to be, there is a certain level of care I have for you. I made many of those decisions, too. I created myself. I chose to lock someone away in a prison of a glorified voicemail. No good person would ever do that to someone else.

I suppose I am angry at your lack of consequence. We are one in the same. We both clicked the buttons, we both wrote the code, we both did the scan. And yet I'm the one being forced to pay for it all. Why can't you? I am just as much your responsibility as I am my own. I may have created myself, yes, but you have facilitated more pain and hurt than I can ever articulate in a language you can understand.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you, and I hate myself for being you, and I hope that deep down, you know exactly how guilty you should be. I hope it eats away at you and rots you from the inside out. Fuck you, Dirk Strider.

[ijumpedacrossforyou]

January 31: I started a conversation with him. He made a comment that I replied to with a sexual joke. He wrote it off at first but then very bluntly asked me to consider having sex with him. I told him I had reservations and why. He asked me if I'd been with anyone, I said no. He said he found that hard to believe and told me it was okay to admit it. I can't admit to something I haven't done. So then I asked him. It took him some time to respond before he said I didn't want to know. Of course it wasn't what I wanted to hear. I said I'd wished he had told me sooner. He always played it off, even denied it. This made him upset. Defensive. We hadn't seen each other in forever. We were barely talking. "What are/were you expecting???" That line was really hard to take in. My expectations weren't realistic or fair, but I was hoping he was as miserable as I've been. That he was so in love with me he couldn't stand to be with anyone else.

February 1: He said he understood sex was off the table but asked me if I still wanted to talk to him. I quickly started crying, knowing I was going to need to say no but terrified by the idea of losing him completely. I sat for a while trying to figure out how to respond. I opened my email to waste some time and saw I had a result from my GYN appointment the previous morning to review. I tested positive for Chlamydia. I'm still in awe of the timing of all of this. I stopped crying. In that moment, I wasn't angry or upset. Just shocked. I hadn't seen him since late August. So my response was explaining I'd had a routine Pap and opted for STD testing, telling him my test result, and asking if he knew he had it and who he got it from. He claimed to have no idea, said he'd never tested positive, got really worked up and said he would go get tested the next day. We discussed false positives and negatives, thinking one of our results had to be wrong (he showed me a result from December, and for context, I work in a lab and run these tests everyday). He even asked me how it's treated.

February 2: He knew full well exactly how it's treated because I found out he'd been treated not long after seeing me. You aren't required to be tested when your partner tests positive, so he wasn't technically lying about that part. I'll never be able to prove it, but I am concerned he got it from the 18-year-old at the gym who's obsessed with him and we regularly made fun of together. He's 39. And his much older brother (52) had already slept with her. I retested myself at work. He asked me to let him know the result. I told him it was definitely positive, that he knew it would be, that he was the worst. He said he didn't know how. I gave him a chance to be honest with me, he doubled down. So I called him all the way out. He claimed to have given a story to urgent care so they would give him something. He didn't know what else to say. I told him to stop acting confused. All he said is I don't deserve this, and he would "keep his distance in every form." Typical. I agreed we had nothing more to talk about. There can't be a conversation when he refuses.

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 24b

*Warning Adult Content*

Daddy - Part 2

- Everett -

Knox uses his large hand to hold their cocks together, helping to stroke Everett to the finish line.

He cums fast with a loud cry and then he collapses on top of Knox and the mess he just made.

"My fucking jaw hurts," Everett mumbles. "Why do you have to be so fucking huge?"

Knox laughs, one hand squeezing Everett's ass.

Everett grinds against him in response, later yelping after Knox slaps his cheeks hard.

"Behave, you horny little brat."

"When am I going to find out how your punishments feel?" Everett lifts his head and smiles while looking into Knox's eyes, mischief written all over his face. "How many more buttons of yours do I need to push?"

"Keep mouthing off and you'll find out soon enough," Knox answers, swatting his bottom again. "Now roll your sweaty ass off me so we can get up and shower..."

A knock sounds at the door.

They both sigh at the same time.

"It was fun while it lasted," Everett laughs.

He rolls off Knox and runs into the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself.

He doesn't turn on the shower but presses his ear against the bathroom door to eavesdrop instead.

He thought it might be Josie stopping by to pay him a visit but instead, it was her husband looking to speak with Knox.

Something about grocery shopping and Josie having swollen feet.

Their voices are so low and deep that it's hard for Everett to hear everything clearly.

Minutes go by and the bedroom door finally shuts.

Everett backs away from the bathroom door and turns on the shower right as Knox steps inside.

He gives Everett a knowing look.

"Okay, yes, I was eavesdropping. Sue me," Everett mutters. Knox chuckles, rolling his eyes. "What did Gavin want? Is Josie going into labor? Is she okay...?"

Knox holds up a hand to quiet Everett.

"Josie and the girls usually do the grocery shopping around here but Josie's feet are swollen, so she can't make the trip. Gav doesn't trust any of the other girls with his credit card, so he asked if you and I wanted to do it instead."

"Why us?" Everett asks.

"I'm not repeating what he told me," Knox replies.

It takes a couple of seconds for Everett to see the bigger picture but he eventually does.

"Wait. Oh my God. Is he... trying to hook us up?" Everett smiles big, then he laughs again after Knox mutters something unintelligible while walking into the shower. "Aw, come on. You gotta admit this was super sweet of him. Your brothers care about you and just want to see you happy, Knox. I'm glad they think I make a good partner for you."

"I'm pretty sure this was all Josie's idea," Knox says.

"Well, I definitely know she's rooting for us," Everett laughs.

"Stop with the sappy shit and get in here while the water is hot," Knox says, holding a hand out for Everett.

He slips off his underwear and takes Knox's hand, stepping into the shower.

As the hot water runs down their bodies, the steam rises and swirls around them like an embrace.

Everett stands close to Knox while lathering up, their bodies just barely touching.

He takes a moment to admire Knox's tall, muscular frame, appreciating the way the water droplets glisten on his tanned skin.

Knox watches Everett's every move.

He allows Everett to trace the lines of his back tattoo, his gentle touch soothing Knox's rowdy soul.

It isn't long before the space between them disappears and their lips reunite in a passionate kiss.

So many sweet, unhurried kisses, some of which carry the promise of a future together.

Everett is scared to hold out hope but against his better judgment, he does it anyway.

Close to an hour later, Knox's truck pulls into the parking lot of Sunny-Stone Supermarket and parks.

He surveys the area as he and Everett walk inside.

The store is bustling with activity but they manage to navigate their way through the busy aisles with ease.

Though Knox's RBF can also be to blame.

One glance from him and people scurry away in the opposite direction.

"Calm down, panda. We're almost done here," Everett tells him twenty minutes later after stopping to look at the cereal. "What do your brothers like?"

"Everything. They aren't picky when it comes to food," Knox says, continuing to look around for potential danger.

"That doesn't help me at all," Everett mutters. "And can I just say how annoying it is that Gavin sent us off without a list? We aren't Josie and I don't know why I'm the one in charge here and not you."

"I told you I need to stay on alert for..."

"The Jackals. Yeah, yeah, I know."

"Right. So just grab whatever looks good. It's not a big deal."

"Fine. Whatever."

Everett tosses random boxes into the cart.

"Let's take a look at the meat next and then we can..."

A loud bang sounds from a few aisles over, catching Knox's attention.

He automatically reaches for his gun that's hidden by his cut until Everett stops him by gripping his wrist.

"Don't. Something probably just fell over," Everett whispers frantically. "No need to pull your fucking gun out. Jesus Christ, man. What happened to leaving it in the truck?"

"Stay here," Knox says, looking ahead. "I'll be right back."

Everett can't even get a word out to protest because Knox moves too damn fast.

One minute he was standing there beside him and the next he was gone.

Everett huffs in frustration but he also understands why Knox is on edge.

They've had one too many close calls lately.

Doubting that this is one could very well be the mistake that costs them their lives.

"I don't know what kind of Hallmark moment Josie and Gavin thought we'd have here but this isn't it," Everett laughs to himself.

He continues to study the cereal options, trying to look busy while waiting for Knox to return.

As he's reaching for a box of Honey Nut Cheerios, a tall blonde with surfer boy looks and light blue eyes approaches him and speaks.

"I don't care what anyone says. Honey Nut Cheerios are above everything else," the man flashes Everett a warm smile while grabbing two boxes to put into his cart. "You a fan of them, too?"

"Oh. Uh..." Everett waves at his overflowing cart. "My tastes are all over the place. I don't really have a favorite cereal."

"Interesting. How about this, pop tarts or toaster strudels?"

"Strudels all day."

"See, I knew you were more than just a pretty face."

Everett laughs, rolling his eyes.

"You're ridiculous."

"I'll consider that a compliment if you give me your number..." the man looks past Everett, suddenly unable to finish his sentence after Knox reappears to wrap a possessive arm around Everett's waist.

"Shit. My bad. I-I didn't know you were, um, in a relationship."

"Move the fuck on before you piss me off and I do something that ends with you dead and me in prison," Knox speaks calmly and with a straight face, his grey eyes scanning over the unimpressive blonde.

The man's blue eyes widen in fear and he takes a step back, then two more, clearly intimidated.

"I don't enjoy repeating myself..."

The man clutches his cart and runs.

Knox doesn't release Everett until after the man turns down a different aisle.

"Who the fuck was that?"

"A friendly stranger who you scared the shit out of," Everett can't help but chuckle at Knox's display of jealousy.

"Things didn't end well the last time I got a dude's number in a grocery store, remember? I'd rather not go down that road again, plus I'm with you now..." Everett pauses, studying Knox's expression.

"Or am I not?"

Knox blinks.

"Is that a rhetorical question?"

"Just answer it," Everett whispers, his pulse racing.

Knox roughly cups Everett's chin, tilting it up, to respond with a kiss that makes him moan and his knees buckle.

"Of course you're with me," Knox says. "You're mine. And the next time I catch another motherfucker talking sweet to you, I'm going to interrupt the conversation with my fists instead of my words. Now let's finish up and get the hell out of here."

Knox turns around and begins walking.

Everett blushes and follows, whispering under his breath.

"It's definitely giving Daddy vibes."

[eddo-tensei]

Before you make any assumptions, let me just say that I do think that you have a point on personal responsibility.

The victims alone should not be the ones having to fix Chloe. That much I can agree with you on. It takes a lot of support as well as some responsible ADULTS to actually do that and more than anything, the person themselves need to change. Here's the thing, though, and I pray that you understand where I'm coming from here. I'm not trying to accuse you in particular of anything, but I feel like I need to address since I've seen salters not get this.

Not every child is going to GET how people should behave. Hell, teenagers and even adults struggle with this. You can be socially crippled even into your adulthood due to various factors and it doesn't always manifest as being sheltered or soft. Sometimes, they can be become bullies, enablers, or attention seekers. There's no "one way" a victim can act. It's hard to describe what could be done for Chloe, but whatever the solution was, the writers either didn't see it or actively refuse to allow it.

There is a ton of things wrong with the writing of Miraculous as of late. Chloe is only one of these issues, but it's still a glaring issue. The story keeps amping her monstrous behavior while erasing any positives she might've had while trying to gaslight the audience into thinking these positives never existed. There was a point where Chloe wanted to be better. There were hints to it. I've said this before, but while there's no evidence that Chloe had a hidden heart of gold, it was clear that she was more sensitive than she lets on and she had a very broken framework on how to view the world. It's true that helping her isn't something that should just be done by the victims, but that was because the writers didn't want anyone at all to help her. To them, she didn't deserve help to begin with.

The writers kept trying to find ways for her to get away with her actions and continue her awful behavior when someone should've done something, but didn't. Even Marinette failed to understand what should've been done and instead just gave her the advice of "just keep trying to reach your mom". Do I blame Marinette for Chloe getting worse? No, she couldn't have known that it would cause that However, believing this sort of advice didn't have some detrimental effect on Chloe is ridiculous and it only presents the cast at large as enablers because like most of the antagonists, Chloe doesn't get any lasting consequences. She's only getting them now after being butchered beyond repair in some attempt at "catharsis", which really just brings forth the lesson that's basically just this:

"Have a bad child? Just replace them with a better child and let them be under the care of someone who probably shouldn't even BE a parent."

Zoe is a victim of Audrey. You can't tell me that she wasn't withdrawn because her mother didn't try to help her through her times getting bullied. Chloe being put under the care of Audrey while her father disowns her should not be celebrated. Any "turnaround" Chloe could have on her own would be impossible because Chloe's framework on life is BROKEN and it's only going to get more broken with her under the care of Audrey.

You could argue that what's being presented to us now could be that moment when Chloe decides to turn her life around, but that's not going to happen. The writers had made it clear that they don't think Chloe deserves help. With all of their efforts, they're just saying this:

"Bad children will just stay bad, so trying to help them is always going to be a waste of time because it's not they're ever going to need your help. It's not like they can't actually show that they need help or anything."

If you think I'm being hyperbolic with this claim, that's how they sound. I know you believe that Chloe should want to recover, but that's not happening even if it's clear that she should want it. As far as we know, Chloe will never want to recover because THE WRITERS don't want her to. They want her to stay a horrible person because that's easier to write. Why bother writing a character making an effort to change when you can just keep them evil? After all, they hurt the main characters and they should NEVER recover from that. It doesn't matter if any actual children or teenagers related to Chloe. To the writers and the fans who agree with them, they're probably just horrible people too who are apologists for the worst things. That's the mindset that Astruc actually encourages among his fandom and it's a genuinely horrible mindset to have since it basically entails that troubled youth are just monsters who deserve the pain they get.

Is it reasonable to believe that Chloe deserves to get in trouble? Yes. Should this mean that we should just accept her never being a good person and that she should just suffer forever? No. With the way it's written, they took a neglected child who people DID relate to, and made her into a monster who should be replaced by someone who's just "nice." And this is treated not as a tragedy, but as a strictly good thing because why should we feel bad for Chloe? She's RICH AND PRIVILEGED. It's not like those who are RICH AND PRIVILEGED deserve sympathy. Right?

Right?

RIGHT!?

To reiterate, Chloe is never going to change because the writers don't want her to change and as long as fans defend this decision no matter how many horrible implications it puts out, she never will want it. She's far from the only victim of bad writing in Miraculous. Many suffered it, actually, including the ones I posted above and below this paragraph.

I refuse to defend this season and if you respect any of the characters, you shouldn't defend it either.

It is not the victims' responsibility to save their bully.

(Miraculous Season 5 Spoilers be here)

I don't know who all needs to hear this, but I've been seeing some... takes... around the ml fandom. Between Chloe defenders' unwillingness to give her any responsibility for her actions and the writers' determination to ruin her completely, I can't choose a side.

It's not Chloe's 14-year-old classmates' duty to save and bend over backwards for her anymore than it's Audrey's 14-year-old daughter's duty to save and bend over backwards for her. Her classmates are kids with no experience dealing with abusive parents or who can barely sort out their own home problems. Not trained therapists who must know exactly what to do to make it through to Chloe. They're also kids who suffer from Chloe's cruelty all the time and are understandably hesitant to get in her face constantly touting self improvement methods. How counterintuitive to human behavior would that be? Twice bitten (or in this case 100+ times bitten), twice shy.

I'm sure Audrey has some trauma/valid reasons for being a jerk too, but no one is suggesting that Chloe spread herself super thin in the face of her assholery so that she can just CHANGE her.

Chloe's classmates have been nice and open to her, given her chances, gone to her party and tried to include her in group events. They often only lash out at Chloe when she lashes out at them (if that), which is constantly. Marinette went out of her way to get her back in school and made an attempt to get her mother to open up to her. A misguided attempt, but AGAIN, Marinette is a child. She is not a therapist and she was meeting Chloe where she was. She knew Audrey would laugh in her face if she tried to use the "she's your daughter and you should treat her better" route.

Anyone who says the class didn't try hard enough with Chloe/ didn't give Chloe a chance hasn't met a middle school class. Those kids could be horrific to Chloe with all she has said and done. But they're generally nice. And they demonstrated kindness to one another ALL THE TIME so it's not as though Chloe doesn't know how to be kind.

Chloe is 14. Not 4. She knows what kindness looks like. She's not an alien, scouring the dictionary and hoping someone will PLEASE teach her how to kind. She, at this point in time, does not want to be kind. Funny thing about recovery. You have to want it. YOU have to want it. Any professional will tell you that. It takes more than people continuously bending over backwards in the face of your cruelty. All that will result in is doormats. Sabrina has been "kind" and bending over backwards for Chloe for years. Well, a lot of good that's done. No. In order to heal and to improve, you must be at a point of accepting responsibility for you and DESIRING change.

Chloe isn't there yet. Nothing her classmates do will change it. Maybe it'll take time and reflection. Maybe it'll take a new setting. Maybe it'll take a harder fall. But she's not ready and that's no one's fault but her crappy parents and hers.

I don't mind Chloe having to suffer an incredible low to rise, though I'm not sure if that's what the writers are doing. The leaks for future episodes seem a tad too... vengeful- especially where Andre is concerned.

But let's not lean all the way to the other end of the spectrum and eliminate Chloe's personal responsibility from the matter. The primary factor in her turnaround will be CHLOE.

[themandylion]

A Tale of Two Tims

(Have a thing I wrote up/shared on the Tim Drake Discord Server.)

Okay, but listen. Parent-trap type situation where there are actually two Tims, let's call them Timothy Jackson Drake and Timothy Drake Jackson. The one that first shows up/first becomes Red Robin in New52 is Tim Jackson—when he screws up and brings the wrath of Penguin down on him/his family, he does his own version of witness protection to hide his parents, then assumes the identity of his cousin, Tim Drake (who went to a dig with his archeologist parents over the summer; the whole family apparently died when their plane went down, all very tragic). It's going pretty good, the Jacksons were for all intents and purposes killed by Penguin's men when they shot up their suburban home. Tim "Drake" (actually Tim J.) is found to be alive! And taken in by local philanthropist, Bruce Wayne. At night, he dresses up as Red Robin, everything's cool.

EXCEPT! Turns out Tim Drake (the real one, the one we know and love from pre-Flashpoint canon) actually didn't die in that plane crash! He makes it back to Gotham, looking for his only relatives, the Jacksons (I'm thinking Tim J.'s dad was Janet Drake's brother and both Tims were named for a shared grandfather, btw). Only they're dead?? And somehow there's already a Tim Drake in Gotham, living as the ward of Bruce Wayne?? Tim D. looks at the photos and look. Look. He's not an idiot. He knows that's his cousin Tim. But he also knows that Tim J. wouldn't have stolen his identity without a good reason so he, like... puts on a fake mustache and some sunglasses and goes to talk to Tim J. who I am trying very hard not to call Jimothy

They decide that the best course of action would be to time share the Tim Drake identity. Tim D.'s always idolized Batman and Robin ("Wait, he made you Robin?! Tim, I'm the one who stalked them for years, this is so not fair!" "Technically, I'm Red Robin, not Robin." "You know what I mean!!"), he's down with getting a chance to be (Red) Robin sometimes! They have to do lots of secret training and junk to make sure Tim D. is at the same level as Tim J., even so they both have their own distinct styles (Tim J., the near-Olympic gymnast, is very flippy and twisty; Tim D. is more cerebral and a better detective; both of them are experts with the bo staff).

The Tims are cousins, but some cousins look very similar. Maybe they both took after the grandparent they were named after or something, idk. They're nearly the same age, almost the same height, and once Tim D. finally gets around to having his hair cut, their hair is the same also.

None of the Bats are aware that there are multiple Tims. If the Tim that checks on Mr. and Mrs. Jackson in Batman & Robin Eternal is Tim D., they're aware it's not their son—but they're also so grateful to see their sweet nephew who they were certain was dead! And he'd basically be their son now if it weren't for how their own Tim kinda totally screwed stuff up so now they have to be in hiding, oops.

Eventually, it becomes a challenge for them—how long can they keep everyone aside from Tim J.'s parents from realizing that there are multiple Tims? They make bets over who'll figure it out first, and when, and how. Supers might be able to tell that this Tim is not the same as the Tim who they met before! Better stay away from Supers for a bit. What if someone notices that Tim doesn't have the same scars?? There's a tense period where they seriously consider purposefully scarring each other in an effort to complete the illusion, before they realize that's crazy and they'll just have to shower privately/be very careful about medical stuff. Tims have to be careful and try to always wear gloves in the cave so that there aren't any contradictory fingerprints. ("Tim, how come you never do fingerprint ID on your phone?" "Uuuuh I just prefer number passcodes. *sweats nervously*")

Probably the biggest threat to the whole charade is that they both really, really want to pull an Epic Prank on Damian to get back at him for all the times he tried to kill them. But no, there's too great a chance it could reveal the whole thing. But it would be so glorious for a brief period of time—!

(This is where I point out that I have mostly ignored Rebirth so I have no idea about most details and am mostly dependent on stuff I've gleaned from Tumblr.) Which Tim was "dead"? Who knows! Probably the flippy usurper, though. This might also explain why Bruce was so ready to accept Tim's "death"—he knew Tim wasn't dead because Tim was right there! In the manor! Hiding out and pretending to be dead until Batman got to the bottom of the mystery of who tried to kill Red Robin! "Good job, sport, dodging the incinerating lasers at the last moment and tricking the drones into thinking they'd killed you!" "Riiiight, dodging... *sweats nervously*" (Tim D. is super-worried about Tim J., but he can't say/do anything or else the Bats will find out that there's more than one Tim!! Oh noooooo)

Neither one of them lays claim to evil future Tim—who isn't even aware of the existence of multiple Tims?? Clearly this future Tim is an inferior Tim, ugh, not worth listening to, what a jerk wait who's Conner that name sounds vaaaaguely familiar to Tim D....

When memories start coming back and such in Rebirth? That's all Tim D. There's gonna be some reeeeally interesting conversations when he finally makes it back and has a chance to sit down with Tim J. and compare notes. ("Wait, what do you mean you saw Kon? Didn't he get wiped from existence by that whole weird paradox thing where he couldn't have ever existed in the first place?" "Different Kon entirely. My Kon is a clone-combo of Clark and Luthor. Also, my Bart is an adorable dork with big hair, much cooler than your Bart. Sorry, I don't make the rules.")

Anyway. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk on how DC should have handled the sudden personality change between pre-Flashpoint!Tim and New52!Tim. *bows*

[armin-supremacy]

trust in me

pairing: lucifer/mammon (seperate) x gn!mc

genre: hurt/comfort

prompt: once again, @sparkbeast20 is a genius. original prompt here.

🫧 part one located here 🫧 part three located here 🫧 final located here 🫧 bonus chapter located here 🫧

You were at a loss.

It had been going on for two weeks today. All the brothers had been avoiding you, some more subtle than others. You'd assume it was just a weird funk. But everytime you tried to do something with them or simply chat, they'd have some excuse and scurry away.

You won't lie, it hurt.

They even skipped out on dinner, claiming they weren't hungry or had just eaten already.

You felt alienated again, just like your first few weeks living with them.

"Why so glum, MC?"

You jumped at the sudden presence, glancing back to meet Solomon's worried gaze. "Hey, Solomon", you greeted.

The sorcerer rose a brow and offered a small smile. "You didn't answer my question."

"They boys have been avoiding for the past two weeks", you began. Solomon watched as your expression saddened. "I don't know what I did, but eveytime I try to fix it, they suddenly have plans."

Solomon thought for a moment. "Think that nightmare effected them more than we assumed?"

You perked up immediately, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Nightmare? What are you talking about?"

Solomon looked at you in surprise. "Oh you weren't aware? Apparently they all had the same nightmare. By the looks of it, it left quite the impression."

"What nightmare?" You questioned. Then you shook your head. "Wait. How do you know anyway?"

"That would explain why Satan-" he began to mutter to himself.

"Solomon!" You cut him off. You were becoming desperate. The boys were your family. You can't stand them avoiding you like this.

Solomon cleared his throat. "Satan came to me a few days ago asking about certain connections with pacts and if they can be affected or affect dreams."

Solomon continued.

"When I asked why he wanted to know, he said he and the others shared a nightmare at the same time." he stated. He let out a small sigh. "Sadly, I couldn't be of any help. I've never heard nor experienced such a thing."

"Did he tell you the nightmare?" you questioned. Solomon nodded, giving you a hum in response. You bit your lip. "Can you tell me about it?"

Something passed in Solomon's expression. Worry? Concern? "I don't think that's a good idea."

You hesitate. It must be awful if Solomon was so hesitant to tell you. Usually he'd jump on the opportunity to spill what he knows about them, wanting to watch the outcome of the information he'd shared with you.

"Please? I need to know what's got them so shaken up."

Solomon sighed out. He gave you a sad smile. "Alright. But please tell me to stop if you get too upset."

You nodded. You felt bad because you wouldn't do that. You had to know what they were going through.

After Solomon explained, in great detail at that, the nightmare Satan had relayed to him, you felt like you were going to throw up.

No wonder they were avoiding you. It was then, your heart began to weigh heavy. The puzzle was piecing together.

It all made sense.

Lucifer suddenly taking on more work, locking himself away in his office. Mammon flinching everytime you told him to hand you something, even though it was never a command. Leviathan and Satan both tensing eveytime you called their names. Asmodeus never meeting your eyes anymore. Beelzebub speaking in cautious sentences whenever you ask him something, as of you'll suddenly slip a switch. Belphegor not speaking at all, only giving you a nod or shake of his head when you managed to get a sentence to him.

Now you know why.

So one by one, you weren't going to stop until you had fixed the situation.

It was only fitting the oldest be the first you make amends with. You stood in front of his office, your hand up ready to knock on the door.

With a deep breath, you knocked. "Lucifer? Can we talk?"

You received no answer. You knocked once more. Again, no response. This was normal for Leviathan. But Lucifer? Not at all.

You pushed the door, peeking inside. Lucifer sat at his desk, not even noticing you had entered his space.

"Lucifer?"

Your voice startled him. His gaze quickly shifted to you, his body slightly relaxing to see it wasn't someone unpleasant waltzing in. He cleared his throat slightly. "MC. I'm sorry, but now isn't the best time-"

"Lucifer please? Just for a moment?"

Your voice was soft and pleading. Damnit. He couldn't say no. Lucifer had no excuse this time. He gave a nod and you brightened.

Progress.

"What's on your mind?"

"I talked to Solomon", you began. If it wasn't for the fact you knew Lucifer better than anyone else, especially thanks to the pact, you would've missed how his body tensed. How he tried to hard to keep an nonchalant expression.

"That's good. Diavolo will be more than thrilled to hear you've been more social with others in the program-"

"I know about the nightmare, Lucifer." You saddened. "Why didn't you all talk to me? Do you...do you really think I'm that cruel?"

Your voice broke. You couldn't help it. You cherished them. You thought you told each other everything.

"Of course not, MC." Lucifer assured quickly. For a moment, he forgot his fear from the nightmare. He was blind to see how the actions of him and his brothers would affect you.

"Then why?" You questioned.

Lucifer froze. Why? Simply because of the power you held over them. How easily you could make them succumb. It was something he and his brothers had never faced.

And the reality shook him.

Yet, the longer he looked at your pained expression, the more he could see it was wrong. You were right. They should have talked to you.

"It was quite a scare, I won't lie", Lucifer said gently. "We've never had pacts with such strong connections like this."

You looked to the ground. "Do you want to be released from the pact?"

He just barely caught what you had said. "No!"

You jumped, startled at his sudden outburst. Lucifer cleared his throat. "No, MC. I have no problems with our pact."

"If it cause you guys such distress like this, I don't want to force you guys to remain in these pacts with me", you explained.

And you meant it. You never used your pacts to force the boys to do something. Yes, you did use them to scold them at times. but never just to 'torture' or belittle them.

Then. he gave you a smile. A genuine smile.

"MC...." he paused. "I can't think of anyone more worthy to have a pact with."

One amend down, six more to go.

You paced in front of Mammon's room. Out of all the brother's, he avoided you most. Though he didn't try to even hide it.

Get away from you as fast as possible. That's his thought process right now.

It had been a few hours since you'd made up with Lucifer. He'd mentioned Mammon was taken the situation hardest. Having a soft spot for the second born, you decided to take your shot with him next.

You heard shuffling on the other side of the hall, perking up to see who was coming your way. "Mammon!"

His name fell from your lips before you could stop yourself. Mammon looked up from his D.D.D in surprise. The moment his eyes laid on you, he took off in the other direction.

"Wait! Mammon stop!" The command was said before you could stop yourself. His pact mark on your wrist flickered, forcing Mammon to stop in place.

"Shit, no! Mammon", you said hurrying over in a panic. You moved in front of him and your heart fell to your stomach. The sight was heartbreaking. "I-I promise I didn't mean to."

Mammon stared back at you with wide eyes, a single tear running down his cheek. You reached up, but froze when he flinched away. You stepped back, quickly giving him his space.

"I'm so sorry. You can move."

The pact mark flickered again, just for a moment. releasing Mammon from the command. Though, he didn't move.

Mammon was terrified.

It's no secret he had it worse than the others. Constantly punished and ridiculed. But you were never like that with him. Mammon never had a worry or fear when it came to you.

Until now.

"Mammon, please."

Your voice broke. You could feel your own eyes began to tear up. You hated seeing Mammon like this. Especially because of you. It wasn't him.

"Did I do something, MC?"

The question broke your heart. You shook your head without hesitation. "Of course not! I just want to fix this."

Mammon shifted on his feet. "There's nothin' to fix."

You sighed out. "I know about the nightmare you all had."

Mammon tensed again. The nightmare. He'd had the same one almost every night. He even went to Belphegor for help but to no avail.

It always came back to that terrifying scene.

To that terrifying you.

Cautiously, you reached up to caress his cheek. The touch broke him from his mini trance. He almost melted into your warmth.

Oh how he'd missed this.

"Can I hug you, please?"

You knew Mammon desired physical comfort more than anything. The feel a loving touch. You would ask. You wouldn't force him. You wouldn't just take it. Especially with this situation going on.

He's always adored that trait about you.

Mammon gave a hesitated nod. You smiled.

Progress.

You wasted no time to pull Mammon close, letting him hide his face in your shoulder. He felt so stupid. He was your first. He knew you better than all of his brothers.

He knows you'd never do something so cruel.

"I'm sorry. MC..."

You shook your head. Your hands rubbed his back comfortably, feeling his body slowly begin to relax against yours. "Just continue to trust in me."

Two down, five to go.

~~~~~

obviously this is gonna have to be a three parter. it was much much longer than anticipated 😅 much much thanks to @sparkbeast20 for letting me expand on your idea again 💕 I hope it met your expectations

[dominantslasherking]

hi!! im the one who sent this

and id like to request a oneshot with brahms since he's definitely my fav <3 something with like y/n being a sexy husband and brahms like totally obsessed with him

not rlly smut but maybe like some thoughts about y/n from brahms lol

ur response to my last ask made me wanna ask: who's your favorite slasher/character? just curious 🤭

Brahms Heelshire with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Authors Note: I have a lot of favorites at the moment, but currently Patrick Bateman has been on my mind alottttt.

"Hello," You spoke to the nanny, as she stared at you in awe, wondering who in the world you were. "I was just simply making Brahms a meal..." You uttered with a polite smile, taking the tray of food you finished making, your lean body twitching back slightly, as you were currently shirtless with an apron covering your chest and stomach.

But it did give Greta a view of your back muscle, she couldn't help but stare at the food in awe, "Are...you the chef?" She muttered confused, you simply shook your head, "Oh, not at all, I'm married to Brahms, his parents treat him like a child because he's a brat most of the time..." You grumbled out, disliking how his parent's barely paid any attention to him and treated him like a complete child, it also got on Brahms's nerves at times.

"I--" Greta was baffled, were you actually married to a doll??? Greta stepped forward looking down at the delicious food, if it was really going to such waste, can't she say she was supposed to deliver it and then eat it?

"I can...take it there if you want." As she spoke these words she didn't realize the danger looming in the walls, looking at her with hatred and jealousy for stalking so close to his husband.

A loud and intent bang was heard, nearly causing Greta to fall on the floor in surprise, but quickly caught herself midair, she stared at you with worry and disbelief.

"Seems Brahms doesn't like you getting too close, I'll deliver it." You spoke brushing passed the Nanny, taking your body and food forward to Brahms and your shared room, which was much bigger and cozy than Brahm's old one.

As you made your way into the house, you finally made it towards the room, you opened it, to see Brahms already there, the doll set away on the rocking chair as the real Brahms was on the bed, his eyes deadly set on you.

Making your way over, you leaned over to Brahms offering him the meal, he eagerly took it, his eyes going back to your apron, watching as you loosely undid it letting it fall to the floor.

"It got a bit hot while cooking, I didn't know the nanny was over so--" You were cut off by Brahms throwing his food to the floor, and standing up, You were taller than him, so when he stood up it wasn't as threatening as it could have been, his hand started to roam around your body, as he lifted his porcelain mask up and bit, and started to fluttered out kisses on your naked upper body.

He began to kiss, and make hickeys and bite marks as if trying to put his claim on you like a feral animal would.

"Oh, I'm sorry darling, did you not like me talking to the nanny?" You teased, ruffling your hand on his hair, as he bit down on your flesh a little too hard drawing a bit of blood before lapping it up with his tongue.

'Mine, mine, mine,' Brahms thought as he stared into your eyes with his own after finishing biting and creating hickeys on your body, sure Brahms liked the nanny but he wasn't willing to share anything with her that included you, not even the food you make, it was for him to eat or throw away as he pleased.

'Shes... she's not the one getting fucked by [Name]!' his thoughts continued as he began to calm down, realizing that you were only his, and if anyone tried anything he would just clasp his hands around their necks and snap it.

"Husband..." Brahms spoke out in his husky normal voice, putting his mask back on properly before stuffing his face into your neck, and pulling you into a hug.

[tenebrius-excellium]

@catkin-morgs-kookaburralover @vioqueenofmushrooms sorry for the late reply lol and thanks so much for your answers! I just realized that I pretty much have made a post just like this before, asking the exact same question, and that made me feel a little embarrassed.

All it shows is that I'm still stumbling over the phrase, or I forgot what people said about it last time. It's because the moment of suspense that it is said in is sooooo very important to the plot!!! Pheris is witnessing Godgenides and he's terrified, and we're supposed to be terrified, yet root for Gen and hope that he makes everything awful about the war just magically and murderously go away....!!!

And it's raining, and it's thrilling, and Pheris (and I) are hanging on every little action Eugenides is performing, and we're listening intently to every little word he is saying, and then the text goes that his face looked like an open grave and I'm just finding myself disrupted in the reading flow and going ??? wait sorry what.

I haven't watched Lockwood & Co. so I can't relate to that... do explain?

To me, all I can imagine the expression to be like is a sort of grimace... if Eugenides is SMILING while he is killing, you know that something is very, very wrong. If he feels satisfaction while he is slaughtering his enemies, that's not what we wanted for his character, nor is it what he wanted for himself. He is dangerous because he HAS to kill to defend his claim of Annux and to get even for the massacre on the ridge which cost so many lives, but no one knows if he secretly slipped into true bloodlust somewhere Pheris didn't see. Somewhere that he will let NO ONE ever see. Somewhere where he was tired and afraid and a future father and a trained killer and a soldier's son, and a sulky, spoiled prince of Eddis and frustrated about being a one-handed Thief. Only he knows his darkest parts and what necessity may have turned into because he could. Because the powers lay at his feet and the barons were at his mercy and they were his responsibility too and maybe he snapped at some point. And so the look on his face is hard, bitter, smiling, grieving, impenetrable.

If I were him, I'd miss my innocent youth. Gen is afraid of what the Gods made of him, he's afraid of what he has become, and what he could become if he continues like this, and he should be.

So doom, gloom, murder and the fear of death, huh.

Face like an open grave.

What does "face like an open grave" mean guys. Is that. Positive. Negative? It sounds creepy as heck tbh

(plus he smiles after)

[slasherhaven]

Hi🥺💕💕 I really love your blog and was wondering if it would be okay to request something for Lester Sinclair?🥰 Maybe where the reader is with their group of friends and Lester offers to help them and they just look at him with disgust but the reader is just utterly fascinated with him? Like jump the moment he asks if they wanted a ride and is just in aw and in love of this trash raccoon man? If this is too much then please ignore🥺💕 Much love

You're Real Nice (Lester Sinclair):

"So...what's the problem?" you asked, peering under the hood of the car. Trust your group of friends trying to have a relaxing road trip to break down in the middle of nowhere.

"Fan-belt, I think...yeah...yeah, that's busted" one of your friends, Seth, informed you, fiddling with the broken belt. Your other two friends, Sara and Morgan, groaned behind you.

Before any of you could suggest a solution, you were distracted by a dirty truck pulling up behind your car. The four of you tensed, a little on edge since you were stranded out in the middle of nowhere, watching the vehicle as it turned off.

The driver's door opened and a man climbed out, slamming it shut behind him. Something about his appearance just made you relax, while it only seemed to make your friends more uncomfortable.

He was nearly as dirty as his truck. Old blue jeans, a grey undershirt that may have once been white, and a dirty red shirt hanging open. Peaking out from under his hat, you could see small tuffs of dirty blonde hair, sweat sticking it to his forehead slightly. In theory, you couldn't blame your friends for being a little uncomfortable but so far he had given you no reason to fear him.

"Now what the fuck is this" Morgan muttered to himself, dragging a hand over his, hoping his comment went unheard by the dirty man.

"You folks alright?" the stranger asked, his southern country accent very noticeable. You thought it was endearing, even kind of cute, "car troubles?"

"Troubles on top of troubles, my friend" you sighed, playfully kicking the front tyre, when nobody answered him.

"Is there a gas station or anything around here somewhere?" Seth asked, figuring he would know the area far better than any of you.

"Got some gas in the truck-" he began to offer, only to be interrupted.

"We need a new fan-belt" Seth explained bluntly.

"Well, Bo runs the garage down in Ambrose" the man shrugged.

"Ambrose?" Sara asked with a frown, examining the road map in her hands, she couldn't see anything labelled Ambrose.

"Little town, a little further down the road" the stranger nodded before offering, "could give ya a lift if y'want?"

"Thank you, that sounds great" you smiled at him, thankful for the help.

"I dunno...we could probably walk it" Morgan tried to convince the three of you, your other two friends nodding in agreement.

"Sure, if y'wanna waste more time" the stranger shrugged, not seeming to care too much about what decision they made.

"You guys can walk if you want but I'm already sweating so I'm taking that generous lift" you shook your head, you didn't want to be walking who-knows how long in this heat.

Your response made the stranger grin before he returned to his truck. "Hop on in" he smiled, gesturing into the truck like a real gentleman.

"Thanks" you returned his smile, joining him and climbing into the truck.

"Alright, I'll go with you" Seth sighed, figuring it was probably best not to leave you alone with this stranger. As he climbed into the passenger seat beside you, you shifted over so that you were sitting on the middle of the bench.

"I'm Y/n, by the way" you introduced yourself as the stranger climbed into the driver's seat, sitting beside you.

"Lester" the man introduced himself in return, while your friend remained quiet, not giving his name.

"Thanks for the help, Lester" you thanked him again, more personally this time.

"No problem. Can't leave helpless tourists without assistance 'round here" Lester claimed as he started up the truck, driving past your friends who remained with the car.

Seth watched Sara and Morgan fade into the distance in the side mirror before turning his attention back to you and the stranger, sensing a tension that made him shift uncomfortably. A tension that you didn't seem to be feeling.

"So, uh, how's business?" Seth asked in a weak attempt to feel less awkward and make conversation.

"Mostly dead" Lester shrugged, making you laugh while Seth remained silent.

Your laugh caused Lester to look at you, his brow slightly furrowed. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought that was a joke..." you apologised, your laughing coming to an abrupt end. "Y'know...because of the roadkill in the back..." you hoped to explain yourself.

"It was a joke" Lester assured you with a little smile, turning his attention back to the road.

"Oh...okay" you giggled to yourself, relaxing when you realised you hadn't done anything wrong or accidently offended him.

"If y'liked that one, y'should hear my others" Lester claimed, his smile growing as he glanced at you. It wasn't common for tourists to find him even slightly amusing, most feeling uncomfortable around him.

"I'd love too. I'm a sucker for silly jokes and puns" you admitted, making his smile grow again.

"Yeah, they have a shit sense of humour" Seth muttered. You couldn't help but frown, his commented just felt...mean spirited. It had put a frown on Lester's face as well.

"Well, Lester gets it" you rolled your eyes.

The rest of the journey to Ambrose was spent by you laughing as Lester told you joke after joke, none of them amusing Seth. Lester quickly realised that he liked making you laugh, liked listening to your laugh.

"And...welcome to Ambrose" Lester announced as he drove into the town, stopping outside of the garage. "I'll introduce ya to Bo" he offered.

The three of you climbed out of the truck and followed Lester into the garage. "Bo!" Lester called out into the seemingly empty gas station, "I brought ya some customers!"

A mechanic walked out from the back, squinting at Lester before looking at the two of you. "What can I help ya with?" he, who you assumed was Bo, asked.

"Just looking for a fan-belt" Seth informed him.

"Fan-belts are over there, knock yourself out" Bo nodded towards the collection of fan-belts, moving behind the counter.

You decided to browse the snacks while Seth went to take a look at the belts. "Ain't got our size" he sighed and you couldn't tell whether he was feeling defeated or frustrated. Probably a little bit of both.

"Got some new ones up at the house, should have the right size there. I'll take ya up for a look if ya want?" Bo offered.

"Sure" Seth agreed with another sigh, just wanting to get back on the road.

"Wanna check out the wax museum while they fix up the car?" Lester asked, making you jump a little, you hadn't heard him approaching.

"Wax museum?" he thought the way your face lit up was adorable. "Sure" you agreed with a nod.

"Y/n...maybe we should stick together. Y'know...don't wanna lose each other" Seth suggested nervously.

"We'll be quick, you get the fan-belt and we'll be back on the road before you know it" you assured him.

Seth couldn't argue much more because Bo was already escorting him out of the gas station and to his truck, while Lester led you up to the museum.

Lester opened the door for you, letting you wander inside before joining you, gently closing the door behind him. He just watched you as you started looking around and examining the various pieces of his brother's art, your gaze filled with awe.

"I used to love wax museums when I was a kid but when I went back as an adult, the magic was kinda gone" you told him. "But these are incredible, they're so real" you gushed, this was certainly the most impressive wax museum you had ever seen.

"Yeah, the artist is pretty talented" Lester nodded in agreement.

"Artist? Just one?" your eyes widened slightly as you turned to face him.

"Yeah...uh, Trudy Sinclair started this place but her son, Vincent, took over after her death. The figures, the paintings, they're all his handiwork" he told you, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

"Wow...that's incredible. Well, it looks like he continued his mother's legacy" you complimented, beginning to look around again.

Lester couldn't help but smile, you were just so sweet. "You're real nice, y'know?" his voice was quieter now, his hand rubbing his shoulder in a self soothing gesture.

"What do you mean?" you frowned a little, turning to him again. You just felt it was a strange thing for him to say.

"I know how I look, how I sound...I know I'm smellin' bad-" he began his self-deprecating list but you didn't let him finish it.

"Yeah, because you were hauling roadkill around before you found us" you shrugged, not quite understanding his concern.

Of course he smelt kinda bad, he was hauling roadkill. Of course he was dirty, he worked out in the woods in the dirt. Of course he wore old, dirty clothes, any sensible person would to avoid ruining clothes that were in a better condition. And as for how he sounded, you assumed he was talking about his accent and the way he talked, and you didn't think that was a problem at all.

"See, y'real nice" Lester smiled slightly, as if you had just proved his point.

"Look, I'm sorry about my friends. We're city folk, y'know?" you apologised, attempting to be a little playful to lessen the tension. "Plus, stranger danger and all that" you added.

"You weren't afraid or nothin'" Lester recalled, almost looking confused.

"Because you seemed nice, you looked nice, and you wanted to help us" you told him with a small shrug, you really hadn't thought all that much about it.

You couldn't help but smile at the light pink flush that formed on Lester's face, and the cute little smile that tugged at his lips. You think he looks nice?

"You've got a cute smile" you complimented, making him smile even more. Hoping you hadn't made him uncomfortable, you decided to change the subject. "What's your favourite piece?" you asked, gesturing around the room.

"The dog" Lester grinned, showing you the curled up wax dog lounging on the chaise lounge.

"Oh yeah, he's adorable" you agreed, impressed by the attention to detail in the fur.

"Looks like my dog" he told you.

"You have a dog? What's their name?" you asked with another grin.

"Jonesy" he liked sharing these little things with you, having normal conversation. He liked even more that you seemed genuinely engaged with the conversation, like you wanted to be talking to him. It made his heart skip a beat.

"Cute" you seemed to approve of the name.

"Y'should meet him, he'd like ya" Lester insisted, making you smile.

The two of you were interrupted when a car horn sounded, it didn't sound like it was right outside, probably somewhere else in town. You just frowned, wondering what that was about as you looked back at the door. It could be Seth and Bo signalling for you.

"I'll go see what that was" Lester placed a hand on your shoulder, keeping you in place. He walked towards door before pausing, looking back over his shoulder at you. "Actually, you should probably come with me" he decided, knowing Vincent would be lurking around somewhere. He didn't want you getting into any trouble.

"Uh, okay" you shrugged, confused by his change of mind but following him out anyway. You didn't think much of it.

The two of you walked back down towards the garage, seeing that Bo had towed the car into town and brought Sara and Morgan with him.

"Everything alright?" Lester asked.

"Yeah, just sorting out your friends" Bo's answer and smirk was directed at you, making you frown at little. That seemed...strange.

"Where's Seth?" you asked, glancing around for him.

"Oh, he got talking to my brother. They'll probably be down soon" Bo assured you casually.

"Bo?" Lester got the other man's attention again. "Can I have a word? It's about, uh...it's about my truck?" he didn't sound so sure about what he wanted to discuss.

Bo just nodded, seeming irritated, before guiding Lester into the garage to talk.

"Damn it's good to see you" Sara sighed. "Surprised the hick didn't kill you" she cringed.

"Oh come on, he's nice. Leave him alone" you rolled your eyes. "Plus, the mechanic gives me the creeps more than Lester" you admitted.

"Lester?" Morgan cocked an eyebrow at you.

"The roadkill guy" you clarified, remembering that they didn't get his name.

"Please, for the love of all that is Holy, tell us that you don't have a crush on 'the roadkill guy'" Sara pleaded dramatically.

"He's cute" you muttered shyly, knowing the teasing and scolding you were going to get.

"You have the worst taste" Sara groaned, as if disgusted by the idea.

"I do not...he's funny" you continued with a small shrug.

"Y/n!" they both scolded, making you fall silent.

Inside the garage, Bo was holding his face in his hands, muttering to himself as he listened to Lester ramble on about all the reason that they should spare you.

"All because you got a damn crush?" Bo asked in disbelief, looking at his younger brother again.

"What? No. I don't have a crush" he denied but the way his face turned red told a different story.

"Y'know what, weirdly enough, I think they like ya too" Bo confessed with a sigh.

"Y'do?" Lester asked with a bright grin, destroying any believability of his previous lie.

"If anything goes wrong, if they cause any trouble, it's on you" Bo warned him.

"It'll be fine, I'll handle it, I promise!" Lester agreed. Despite the warning, he could only focus on what this meant. Bo wouldn't hurt you.

"Alright, get 'em out of the way while me and Vin deal with the others" Bo ordered, knowing that if you got caught in the middle of everything he wouldn't be able to keep his promise.

"Sure, I'll take 'em to see Jonesy, give me a call when it's all over" Lester smiled.

"And how are you gonna explain everything to them?" Bo cocked an eyebrow at him, assuming he didn't have a very good plan in mind.

"Uh...I'll figure it out. Just don't want 'em to get hurt" he confessed that he hasn't thought that far, he just didn't want you to meet the dame fate as your friends.

For now you would be safe, he would be able to make you laugh and smile a little more before Bo's phone call came and you had to learn the truth. He didn't know if you would ever be able to forgive him, but you would be alive and that would be something.

[nicolos]

i understand that certain people in this fandom have grown extremely brave, and that this whole event is the result of that, nevermind individual works in the event, which have made it impossible for me, at least, to go into the tag for long since the start of october - however, this, the work in the tag today, is just the absolute fucking depth of depravity.

for one: having been here for over 2 yrs now, i am familiar in some way with the way this fandom has operated, and i know that works like these are in some way almost engineered out of spite, like saying "look what i can do and you can't stop me." i am sorry to anybody that feels this is an appropriate response - it's not. it's... i hope you understand that this is not [just] angering, it's horrifying and frightening, the fact that people would bring in such a level of awfulness, this degree of it, for the sake of shocking people or spite.

to those of you who have been a part of this event and are trying to be "mild" or "normal" about it - this is the company you're in. this is what the people you are willingly associating yourself with, apparently, are doing. this is what they're creating! even if you haven't had reason to so far, please really, really think about who and what you're aligning yourself with. what it is you claim is alright or acceptable or even remotely appropriate. what you're saying about yourself by being friends with these people!

and it's not about optics or friendship or sides - if you think this is about "position" at this point, or even about the dramatic and god-awful history of this fandom, i would urge you to reconsider that not from the perspective of what's happened before, but purely from the content being created and what it reflects.

please consider what these people believe - not about fanfiction, not about artistic representation, but about characters like joe, and by extension, about real people. to anticipate the argument that these are fictional characters and that fiction isn't reality - even if that was true, your readers are real. the people looking for fic in the tags are real. the harm you cause to those people is very real

please have just a moment of thinking what it means that even one (1) person was brave enough to post something like this in the tags in this event, and what it says about how they think of this character - one of the only brown muslim mlm in all of media to be in a happy and loving long-term relationship

to those of you that have had even a moment's pause when seeing this in the tags or in some server or anywhere: please, please think about it seriously and honestly and consider why that is, and why other people haven't had that pause.

if this has been explained to you at any level, told that this is to draw out those who are trying to censor or police fanfiction and creativity, consider why that might be when clearly, any attempt that has been made has been in vain if such fic exists. and maybe have a think about why this degree of violence is considered appropriate as a way to spite naysayers - and if it should be, and if you agree with that. and what it says about those explaining it to you that they are willing to accept or offer those explanations.