#it’s kinda boring but i don’t lead a very exciting life

[honestlydarkprincess]

What is the scariest thing you've ever done?

🤔🤔🤔 I’m gonna say when I flew to Ontario with my brother, it was my first flight without my parents and i hate hate hate airports and planes

edit: oh maybe merging my blogs on here, i genuinely thought i was gonna get ppl coming @ me mad at me for posting buckmaddie and other stuff so it was scary but like, i feel so free now :)

ask me anything

[unboundprompts]

Hello! Can you help me and/or give me examples of how to write a pre-teen? Specifically a slightly mature for their age but still socially-awkward, selfless, empathetic, extroverted 10-year-old

How to Write a Pre-Teen

Voice and Language

Simple but specific vocabulary: Pre-teens might not use very complex words, but they often know and throw in some “big words” they’ve recently learned or mimic words they hear adults use. Don’t overdo it, though—they’ll often misapply or half-understand these terms, which can create natural, humorous moments.

“It’s totally, like, a catastrophe that I forgot my project.”

Expressive dialogue: Pre-teens are enthusiastic and often exaggerate. They can also shift quickly between emotions, from excitement to frustration.

“That was the best movie ever!” might turn into “Actually, I mean, it was kinda boring in some parts, but, you know, overall…”

Thoughtful yet blunt: Kids this age often haven’t fully learned the “filters” adults use. They can be direct and say things that are surprisingly insightful or unexpectedly honest.

Thoughts and Perspective

Developing identity and opinions: They’re beginning to form their own beliefs but still echo the views of family, teachers, or friends.

“Mom says people should never lie, but I wonder if little lies are okay if they help people feel better…”

Questioning and introspective moments: Pre-teens are curious about life, relationships, and “big ideas.” They may ask questions, but sometimes keep their deep thoughts to themselves, exploring them internally.

“If friends are supposed to be there for each other, why do I feel alone even when they’re around?”

Struggle with abstract concepts: At this age, they’re just beginning to understand abstract ideas like justice or friendship but often approach them in straightforward, literal ways.

Behavior and Actions

Impulsivity and energy: They might shift quickly between activities and emotions, getting distracted or excited without much control over it. They may also blurt out ideas or act before thinking, especially if they’re extroverted.

For instance, a character might immediately jump up to help someone even if they aren’t sure what to do, or they might “borrow” something without fully considering the consequences.

Physical awkwardness: Pre-teens can be a bit clumsy as they’re still growing into their bodies. This can lead to endearing, awkward moments.

They might knock something over, trip over their own feet, or feel self-conscious in ways that show they’re still figuring themselves out physically as well as socially.

Friendships and Social Dynamics

Navigating social rules: Pre-teens are very aware of social “rules” but may not fully understand them. This is an age when they care a lot about what their friends think, but they’re also just beginning to question these dynamics.

A pre-teen might want to befriend the “cool” kids but feel conflicted when they realize their values don’t align. Or they may try too hard to impress friends and feel self-conscious afterward.

Conflicted loyalties: Friendships are often intense at this age, and they might struggle with conflicting feelings if friends argue or if they feel left out.

“I really like hanging out with Sarah, but I know Emma doesn’t. Maybe if I can make them both laugh, we could all just… get along?”

Small gestures: Pre-teens often show they care in understated ways, like sharing snacks, giving a small gift, or cheering someone up when they’re down. For a socially-awkward pre-teen, these gestures may come out clumsy but sweet.

Insecurity and Self-Awareness

Self-consciousness mixed with bravery: Pre-teens often fluctuate between trying to fit in and wanting to stand out. They might do something brave but then doubt themselves or quickly retreat if things don’t go as planned.

For instance, a character might volunteer to speak in front of the class only to feel panicked once they’re in the spotlight.

Hyper-awareness of themselves and others: They’re beginning to notice how others perceive them and may get flustered easily or worry about little things, like if their clothes look okay or if they sounded silly.

“I shouldn’t have laughed like that… I bet everyone thought I sounded so weird.”

Joking as a defense: Pre-teens often use humor to cope, covering up their awkwardness or discomfort by making jokes.

Reactions to Conflict and Emotion

Quick emotional shifts: They might go from laughing to frustrated to embarrassed in just a few minutes. They feel emotions intensely and may have outbursts or react strongly to things adults might dismiss as minor.

Heroic ideals vs. real-world disappointments: Many pre-teens have an idealized view of right and wrong, fairness, and heroism, and they may be disappointed when things don’t align with these ideals. They’re just starting to understand that people aren’t all good or all bad.

“I don’t get it… why would she lie about something like that? Friends are supposed to be honest!”

[badkitty3000]

Can you write Five (adult body) getting with a gorgeous woman for the first time and going on a bit of a power trip and just extreme edging and playing with her and kinda humiliating (actions not words)

Sorry this took a bit longer to write...I got a little carried away with this one and it ended up being longer than anticipated. But I loved this idea and I got very excited about it!

I decided to write this from Five's POV. I still consider this a reader-insert because the MC is not named. But there is no use of "you" in it, only "she" and "her".

Thank you so much for this request. It was really fun to write! 😽

Tamed

Five x Reader One-shot, 8143 words

Warnings: Smut, Edging, Physical age difference (older woman, younger man), everyone is an adult

I sigh heavily as I survey the shelf of cereal in front of me. I mull over my choices, humming quietly along with the Neil Diamond song playing on the grocery store speakers overhead. Wheaties, Grape Nuts, Cheerios. I wonder what the fiber to protein ratio is on these? God, I’m bored. Is this really my life, now? It’s true that I wanted a peaceful life without the threat of the world ending or the people I know getting obliterated and dying. And it was nice for a while, don’t get me wrong. I liked not having to worry about my family, now that they were all safe. And I didn’t need to act as a cold-blooded serial killer anymore. I could just be the normal man I had always wanted to be. But I’m beginning to think that normal equals boring.

I have my powers back, so at least there’s that. As much as I wanted a simple life for myself, that doesn’t mean I wanted to be just like everyone else in every way. Those years of having no powers were a downright nightmare, so thank Christ that didn’t last. So, yes, I can blink and time travel and kick the living shit out of almost anyone, but it’s still all so…ordinary. Most days I just wander around the city, enjoying the peace and quiet, but also wondering what to do next. There has to be something else, right?

I am still in the body of a much younger person, despite being mentally in my 60s. Physically, I’m around 20, and while I’m definitely not complaining, it has left a lot of years ahead of me. It has also complicated the dating scene. In the beginning, I had to wait it out a few years, and let me tell you, it’s rough being a horny old man in a 13 year old body. And a horny 13 year-old with the mind of an old man. But I did end up getting plenty of handjobs, so there’s that. Unfortunately, they were all self-executed.

But now…now, I am starting to reap more benefits of this strong and youthful body I found myself dumped back into all those years ago. Women notice me. Men notice me. And the attention is not half bad. It still leads to another dilemma, however.

Let’s say I would like to indulge in some adult activities with a woman. I have no problem finding someone to fill that role. That makes me sound like an asshole, but it’s true. On my way into the store today, I noticed a young woman looking me over like I was a piece of meat. I’m fairly certain that if I had wanted to, I could have strolled on over, struck up a conversation, and had her back at my place in an hour. I know this, because I’ve done it before. But afterwards, I feel like a real creep. They don't know my real age, obviously, and unless they have some unresolved daddy issues, I’m guessing they would be none too happy to find out. Not to mention there’s usually not a whole lot for the two of us to discuss. So, I ignored this most recent prospect and am now standing in front of a line of breakfast foods before heading on over to the soup aisle. 

I sigh heavily again.

“If you get the bigger box, it’s actually more economical, you know.”

I glance up, Fiber One cereal in hand, to find a woman standing next to me, the amusement on her face giving the impression that she’s up to something crafty. My mouth opens partly, but no sound comes out. She is maybe the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m talking supermodel-gorgeous. With her dark auburn hair and dramatic curves, I can’t stop staring like there’s something wrong with me. And here’s the real kicker: she’s probably in her mid-forties. Finally, I find my voice.

“Nope. I have a coupon, so…the smaller box is cheaper,” I offer, shaking the box in front of me with a smile. As if what I just said is a real panty dropper.

She nods, still smirking, and then I see her light brown eyes slowly move their way up my body until they’re back at my face again. One of her eyebrows quirks up playfully, insinuating she might like what she sees. She’s not even trying to hide it. 

“Shouldn’t you be buying Lucky Charms or something?”

I let out a small laugh and run a hand through my hair. “Do you mean, shouldn’t I be buying a kid’s cereal instead of something your grandpa probably eats?”

She shrugs. “Something like that.”

“Let’s just say my outward appearance is not a direct correlation to my mental maturity.”

She puts a hand on her hip and eyes me up and down again. “Is that so? Well, they say age is just a number, right? As long as that number is 18 or older.” She gives me a wink.

I almost keel over into the oatmeal, but I keep my cool. I return her flirtatious come-on with my own, flashing her a slanted smile as my gaze travels over her amazing body. I figure if she’s not going to be subtle, neither am I. 

“I can assure you two things. One, I am safely past that number. And two, if you need further proof, I’d be happy to demonstrate that I am most definitely not a kid.”

She lets out a breathy laugh and I pride myself on the fact that I may have flustered her.

“Cute and confident. I like that. Unless it’s all talk, of course.”

I cock my head to the side, a smug smirk on my face. “One way to find out.”

The corner of her mouth turns up, amused with this little game. “And what way is that?”

“Why don’t I whip it out and show you?”

I may have actually shocked her, because her eyes widen for just a split second before her devious grin is back. “Right here in the cereal aisle?”

I nod, and then reach into my pocket. I see her eyes wander down to my crotch. Then I pull out my wallet with a flourish and hold it up. She laughs loudly and genuinely, while I pretend I don’t understand, furrowing my brow in confusion.

“I was talking about my I.D. to show you my age. Did you think I meant something else?”

My face breaks into a grin and I put my wallet back. She smiles again. “Very clever. You must have a pretty big brain to go along with that handsome face.”

This a total, obvious set up, so of course I take the bait. “I haven’t had any complaints on size,” I answer, looking her dead in the eye.

She pauses for a second, as if mulling it over. Then she nods a little. “Hmmm,” she says, her pink lips pressed together. Without another word, she turns and starts pushing her cart down the aisle, away from me. I watch a little sadly, even though the view from behind is spectacular. I feel like I need to say something, so I call out.

“Aren’t you even going to give me your name?”

She doesn’t stop, but she answers back over her shoulder. “For now you can just call me Mrs. Robinson.” Then she pauses and turns to look at my stunned expression. “And if you understand that reference, then I hope we run into each other again very soon.”

I watch, dumbfounded, as she turns down the next aisle and is out of sight.

“Fuck,” I exhale out loud. Then I look down at my box of old man cereal and frown. “Of all the things I could be holding, did it have to be something that advertises the benefits of fiber? Couldn’t she have caught me with some wine or a goddamn box of magnum condoms?”

I glance up after I drop the box into my shopping basket, just as another woman passes by. This one, however, looks to be about 90 and is using a walker. Her confused look tells me there is nothing wrong with her hearing though, and she caught every word I just said out loud to myself. I smile, embarrassed.

“There’s good coupons in the ad today. Might want to check it out,” I offer.

She gives me a terse nod and she’s off, probably to buy the same cereal as me, and I head toward the check-out shaking my head at my dumbassery.

Five days later, and I’m back at the store. This isn’t my first trip back, hoping to run into the beautiful woman again. After learning through the way of the kid at the check-out that first day, I found out her name and situation. Apparently, she is quite the cougar on the hunt. At least according to Brad the bagger. She picks out a new piece of young, clueless arm candy at least once every couple of weeks. Even one of the stockboys in the back was chosen at one point. The stories he told the other guys at the store were legendary. She likes to be the teacher, and show them how to do things right. This is all hearsay, but I’m inclined to believe it after our little back-and-forth the other day.

She doesn’t know what I know, though. And that is the fact that I don’t need a teacher. I do things right the first time. And I do them pretty fucking well.

The woman has gotten under my skin. She is the excitement I have been looking for. And her age and my age, in this situation, aren’t a problem. It’s perfect, actually. So, each day since that day I saw her, I have been dressing in my black, three-piece suit and going back to the store. I look around, doing a few loops until I’m certain I’m not missing her, and then I buy some random item so I don’t look too suspicious. A carton of milk, a toothbrush, a stalk of celery. Brad the bagger has me figured out, though, and he gives me a lopsided smile that I know means “Better luck next time”.

This time, though, when I make my way down the frozen food aisle, I stop when I hear a voice from behind me.

“How did that cereal work out for you? Did you get enough fiber intake?”

I smile to myself before turning around. I put my hands in my pants pockets and spin on my heel, facing her head-on. She’s just as fucking gorgeous as the first time I saw her. Maybe even more. The tight, white, button-down shirt she is wearing is sleeveless, and I can see she is wearing a black bra underneath. It shows off her toned, tanned arms and just enough of her cleavage to make it interesting. The small shorts she has on are hugging her hips just right and those eyes of hers are framed in dark lashes that blink slowly as she looks me over. 

“Yes, actually. I think I got all of my nutritional needs met, thank you.”

She nods. “Nice suit.”

“Thanks.”

“You know, I wasn’t really sure I’d be seeing you again, but I’m glad we ran into one another. Must be fate.”

I nod. “Must be.” Then I give her a grin. “I definitely have not been coming here everyday hoping to run into you.”

Her eyebrows raise in surprise. “Well, you’re not very subtle, are you? I never did get your name.”

“Five Hargreeves,” I say, extending my hand.

Since the reset, the Hargreeves name lives on. If you bear the name of my adoptive, world-dominating father, that automatically means you are special. We all have powers and everyone knows it. But the Umbrella Academy as a team has ceased to exist, even in people’s memories. So, she doesn’t know who I am and it just sounds like I have a number as a name for no reason. Some of my siblings have changed their names to try and start over with a clean slate; hiding their powers from the rest of the public. Not me. I’m too old and set in my ways. Besides…I could have picked a different name a long time ago and chose not to. No use in doing it now.

“Hargreeves? So, you’re one of them?”

She takes my hand in hers to shake it, leaving it linger just a little too long. Her question isn’t accusatory or judgmental in any way. She only sounds curious.

“I am,” I answer, but I don’t follow it up with any detail.

“So what can you do?”

Her question is obviously about my powers, but I’d rather keep our little game going.

“Many, many impressive things.”

She gives me a half smile and nods her approval. “Five huh? Interesting. Well, my name is not actually Mrs. Robinson, as I’m sure you figured out. It’s –”

I interrupt her. “I know who you are.”

“Oh really? Am I that famous around here?”

“Seems that you are. You have quite the reputation.” I pause. “In a good way.”

She smiles coyly again. Then she turns to the glass doors of the freezers that are lined up against the wall. She opens the door and reaches in to grab a bag of vegetables, a white cloud puffing up around her from the cold. When she closes the door again, she turns to face me. I glance down at her chest. The cold air has caused her nipples to harden and are clearly visible through her tight shirt. She sees me notice and lets me stare for a few more seconds before dropping the bag into the basket looped over her arm.

“Since you’re here, would you mind helping me with something?” she asks, brushing her hair over her shoulder.

Her question jolts me out of my little daydream of running my tongue and teeth over those delicious looking peaks and I rub the back of my neck.

“Of course.”

She points back at the freezer. “Can you reach something on the top shelf for me?”

I nod and she opens the door, the blast of cold air hitting us both in the face. We’re standing close to one another now and I can see the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and around her mouth. It somehow makes her look even sexier.

“What do you need?” I ask. She’s a couple inches shorter than me and I look down at her.

Her eyes don’t move off of mine when she answers. “I need some sausage.”

I almost laugh directly in her face, and I can see she is trying to hold it together, too. But we’re both having too much fun to break now. I glance up to the top shelf and sure enough, there is a box of breakfast sausages. I put my hand on one of them.

“These?”

She shakes her head. “The big one.”

With a giant grin, I grab the bigger box and pull them down. Then I close in on her, until we’re so close her perfect tits are practically rubbing against my chest. I see her take in a sharp breath.

“That’s the one,” she says with a nod. “Just put it in my basket. If it will fit.”

“Don’t worry. I can make it fit,” I say as I smirk and look down at the almost-full shopping basket.

There’s a small opening along the side and I push the box into it, shoving it in to make a snug fit.

“See? Perfect fit,” I assure her as my hand brushes against her bare arm. “You just have to know how to slide it in.”

We stand there a second longer, our bodies so close I am having a hard time not pulling her in and fucking her into the frozen tater tots. The ridiculous innuendos are making us smile, though, and pretty soon we’re both laughing. Her laugh is nice and I like hearing it. It feels good to laugh with someone.

“So, Five…do you still have more shopping to do?”

I look down at my empty hands, then back at her. “Nope. I got what I came for.”

With another thoughtful nod, she sets her basket on the floor. “You know, I just remembered I left my wallet at home, so I guess I won’t be able to pay for these.”

“That’s a shame. You probably shouldn’t be driving without a license, either. Maybe I should take you home.”

She reaches out and slowly pulls my tie out from inside the vest of my suit, running two fingers down the silk edge of it before dropping it again. 

“Well, aren’t you such a nice young man? You must have been a boy scout.”

I shake my head and put my hands back in my pockets, trying not to moan directly in her face from her touch and the way she’s looking at me. “Not exactly.”

She shrugs and turns around, walking away. Apparently, I am supposed to follow her like an obedient little puppy. And I will for right now. I can play this game, too. I’ll let her think I’m some dumb kid that doesn’t know how to work a vagina and will cum all over her hand the first time she touches my dick. But she doesn’t know I’m about to prove her very, very wrong. I exchange looks with Brad the bagger, who is giving me a thumbs up, as I follow her out the doors.

I lead her to my car, and she stops when we reach it, surprised at what she’s seeing.

“Wait, this is your car?”

“Why? You don’t like it?”

She shakes her head. “No, no, it’s great. It’s just I wouldn’t have guessed you’d be a Corvette Stingray guy.”

I walk around to the passenger side and open the door for her. It’s a nice day out and I have the top down. It’s also freshly washed, so the blue paint is shining. I watch her legs and ass as she slips inside onto the leather seat, and I close the door gently. When I cross over to the driver’s side and get in, she looks over at me with a smile and it doesn’t even feel awkward. We know what we’re doing, so there’s no need to try and pretend something else is going on here. 

“Where to?” I ask, turning the key in the ignition. The car roars to life.

Once she gives me directions, I peel out of the parking lot, rounding the corner at top speed and head out onto the main road. I like to drive fast, and when I look over at her, she is laughing; her hair blowing behind her in the wind and the sun shining on her face. Seeing her happy and excited like that makes me feel good. I kick it into fourth and whip around the cars in front of me.

We arrive a few minutes later. She lives in an unassuming house in an unassuming neighborhood. When she unlocks the door and lets me inside, I take a look around. The house is clean, tidy, and tasteful. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. Maybe leopard print sofas or a sex swing in the middle of the living room. But, no, this is very much a normal looking home. 

“Please, make yourself at home,” she says, gesturing to the living room we’re standing in before walking into the open kitchen that is right next to it.

I shrug off my suit coat and do away with my tie, laying them across the back of an armchair. I unbutton the top couple buttons of my shirt and roll up my sleeves as I join her in the kitchen.

“Would you like a beer?” she asks, her hand on the refrigerator door.

I can’t stop staring at her, and I’m dying to see that body that I know is fucking gorgeous under those clothes. But, I wait.

“Actually, do you have any scotch?” I ask.

She looks surprised and then she tilts her head. “Yes, I do. I have damn good scotch, in fact.”

“Great.”

She points to a cabinet. “In there. There’s glasses just to the left.”

As I turn to open the cupboard, I say something about how I’m impressed with her choice of booze. I pull the stopper out and fill two glasses halfway.

“Most of my guests don’t appreciate good quality scotch.”

I hand her a glass and take a sip from my own. She’s right; it’s damn good.

“I’m willing to bet I’m not like most of your usual guests.”

She eyes me up over her glass and shakes her head. “No. So far, you’ve been surprising me.” She takes a drink and lowers her glass again. “So, these powers you have. What are they, exactly?”

This is the perfect invitation and my mouth pulls into a smirk. I set my glass down on the counter behind me. With no warning, I blink the few feet that separates us and I reappear almost on top of her, with my body brushing against hers as she audibly gasps.

I place a hand on the side of her neck, my thumb rubbing lightly across her cheek. “That,” I answer, before using my other hand to take her glass and set it down behind her.

I can see and feel her chest starting to rise and fall at a more rapid pace as she stares up at me, her lips slightly parted. I don’t want to wait anymore, so I lean in for a kiss. It’s soft at first, but when I feel her mouth respond to mine, it becomes more heated. Soon, I am pulling her to me with an arm around her waist. My hand is still on her neck, and I chance it by giving her hair a soft tug from behind. I hear her breathe in sharply through her nose and she presses into me further.

When we finally break away from one another, our heads still close together, we are breathing hard and fast. I push my groin against her so she can feel what she’s doing to me. I see a small smile form on her lips.

“Is this what you’ve been wanting from me?” I ask quietly.

She lets out a very soft sigh and closes her eyes before opening them again and pushing back against me.

“Among other things,” she says.

I nod before diving back onto her mouth again, hungry for more. Her hands run down my back and down to my waist, then back up my arms. I love the feeling of her hands on me and it’s getting me even more riled up.

I stop again, leaving her breathless. Without bothering with anymore questions, I rip her shirt open down the front, tearing the buttons apart until it’s fully open and I slide it down her arms, letting it drop to the floor. She doesn’t try to stop me and when I take a few seconds to admire the view of her magnificent tits in the thin black bra she is wearing, she gives me a smile. I run my hands over them and she tilts her head back.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I tell her. When she looks back at me, I raise one eyebrow. “But I think you already know that. Don’t you, honey?”

She gives me a small laugh. “Honey?”

I put my hands on either side of her waist and pull her in with a sharp tug and suddenly she’s not smiling anymore. But she is clutching at my shirt on my back.

“You know exactly what you’re doing with that amazing body of yours. And you like it when you have to show your little boy toys how to handle it, don’t you?”

She is looking up at me in surprise, her chest flush with mine and my dick grinding into her. She takes a loud breath in and her hands fall to my waist. Her mouth twitches up at the corner and she shakes her head.

“Damn. You figured me out.”

My hands find their way down to the front of her shorts and I start to slowly unbutton and unzip them, all while looking her directly in the eyes. I do not return her smile. I want her to know I mean business.

“That’s not what’s going to happen this time.”

I push her shorts down and they drop to the floor at her feet. Her small, black panties match the bra and I immediately want to tear those off, as well.

“What is going to happen, then?” she asks, still trying to maintain her air of coolness, but I can see I’m getting to her when she swallows hard.

I don’t answer, but I do drop to my knees in front of her and look up at her shocked face. I yank the panties down in one motion and she steps out of them. With one more look back up, I lean in and drag my tongue up her slit; slowly and deliberately, while she lets her eyes close and her head fall back. A soft whimper escapes her throat and her hips push subtly into me. She tastes so good, just like I knew she would, and I give her another long lick.

“We’re going to have some fun,” I tell her, before giving her a soft kiss right onto her sensitive mound. She makes another breathy noise above me, and I take that to mean she likes my plan.

I know she still doesn’t realize everything I am capable of yet, but she will. I have decided, as a personal challenge to myself, that by the time I am through with her she will be begging me for more. I’m going to ruin her so that she won’t even be able to think of anyone else but me. And I’m not going to stop until this wild cat is a domesticated house kitty, purring in my lap. The thought makes me grin salaciously before my mouth is back on her.

I don’t bother starting out slow. I’m eating her out, sucking at her clit and flicking my tongue over and into every crevice, all while gripping her thighs so tightly my fingers are digging into her skin. She moans out loud, and I push her roughly backward until she is clutching at the edge of the counter and her ass is up against it. I pull my face off of her just long enough for me to take a hand and slap the inside of one of her thighs. She looks down at me, startled.

“Spread them for me,” I demand.

She follows my instructions, widening her stance, and I go back in for more. I could eat this pussy all day, and I shove my tongue inside of her. Her slick is pouring out of her the more I work her over; coating my mouth in her delicious taste. The loud breathing and even louder moans I hear are turning me on and my cock is straining inside my pants.

“Fff…oh my g-ahhh…yes yes…ff-iii…”

I let out a tiny laugh because the sounds and words she’s saying make no sense. I can’t tell if she wants to say my name or curse, but either way I know I’m doing something right. I’ve got her brain all scrambled, which is what I was aiming for.

I keep going, fucking her with my hungry mouth while she gets more and more worked up. Her whines are becoming higher in pitch and she’s desperately trying to grind against my face. When I feel her hand on my head, her fingers laced in my hair, I know I’ve got her. She tries to push my face harder into herself.

“Five…keep going…more…” she stutters out, and I know she’s teetering on the edge.

Instead of letting her come all over my face, I immediately back off. She tries to pull me back in, but I don’t let her. I look up at her as I catch my breath, my mouth wet from her dripping pussy, and I love how fucking desperate and sad she looks right now.

“What…fuck…I was right there,” she pants, as if she thinks I made some mistake and I didn’t realize she was about to finish.

I shake my head slowly, like the smug asshole I am, and rise up until I’m looking down on her again. Her chest is heaving and she’s looking at me like she can’t quite believe what is happening.

“I know, sweetheart. That wasn’t fair, was it?” I ask condescendingly before giving her a kiss on her cheek.

She stares at me in disbelief for a second before one side of her mouth quirks up. “You were right. This is not how I thought this was going to go.”

I stroke her cheek and brush a piece of hair off her forehead. My movements are slow and gentle, and I’m taking my time. 

“But do you like it?” I ask quietly, before guiding her face to look at me with a hand on her chin.

She swallows nervously again, but that tiny smile is still there and there’s a hungry spark in her eyes. She nods.

“Yeah. I think I do.”

When she pulls me by my belt loops, hard so that my groin slams into her, I chuckle. “The more you want it, the more I’m going to make you wait.”

Her eyebrows draw together with frustration. It’s the first time she’s looked significantly younger than her age, and she almost appears to be on the verge of a temper tantrum. I can tell she’s used to getting her way all the time. I like teasing her, but I also don’t want to be that much of a jerk. Plus, holding out is killing me, too.

“How about this, I’ll give you a choice. I can either fuck you here, on the kitchen countertop; or we can go to the bedroom. Whichever you want.”

She makes a little gutteral noise in her throat and her eyes flutter close for half a second. She tries to push against me again, but I don’t let her.

“Bedroom,” she whispers.

I nod, pleased with her choice. There will be a bigger work area for me there. She takes me by the hand, leading me down a hallway. I know she’s a little embarrassed, because she’s completely undressed except for her bra, and I still have all of my clothes on. It further drives home the point that I’ve taken the reins here.

Once we’re in the bedroom, she tries to pounce on me again, but I gently push her back onto the bed. She doesn’t say anything, just looks up at me with those beautiful brown eyes and waits. I think she’s starting to understand the game now. As she watches, I strip off my shirt and pants. Then I climb over the top of her in nothing but my boxers. She immediately lies down on her back beneath me.

I begin kissing her again; hot, open-mouth kisses that have her shoving her tongue inside my mouth and pulling me down on top of her. I reach around to unhook her bra and throw that off to the side somewhere. Now she’s completely naked and I just have to take a minute to admire the view.

I raise up on my forearms, pulling away from her mouth, and look below me. Fuck. I’m not sure how it’s possible that I ended up with this absolute work of art that is dying for my dick inside of her right now, but here we are. It’s a goddamn miracle, is what it is. 

“Do you know how stunningly beautiful you are?” I ask sincerely, still not taking my eyes off her luscious curves.

This seems to make her a little flustered and I even see her blush a little. It has me thinking that maybe these dumbass toddlers that she’s been bringing back here haven’t exactly been as appreciative as I am. They apparently didn’t realize that they should have been worshiping her, not just fucking her and leaving. What a tragedy.

She laughs quietly. “Ok.”

“I’m not kidding,” I tell her, looking her in the eyes again. “You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met in my life.”

When I say that, our eyes locked on one another, I can feel something click between us. A connection is made. I can see that she believes me and I’ve made her feel good about herself. But there’s something else there, too. Something I don’t know how to describe. But I like it.

“Thank you,” she whispers with a smile.

She reaches up to push my hair back off my face, and then she is pulling me down again with a hand on the back of my neck. I let her take the lead for just a second because it feels so good. My body is covering hers as we trade more deep kisses back and forth, and I position myself so that my hard cock is pressing between her legs. She moans into my mouth and opens her legs wider for me. 

I keep at it, rubbing up against her; the cotton fabric of my boxers creating a shield of friction between us, but she is still getting off on it. It obviously feels amazing to me, too, and I am honestly thinking of foregoing this whole orgasm denial thing I’ve got going on and just fucking her as hard as possible right now. But I don’t. I continue to rut into her as she presses harder and harder against me, jerking her hips up and digging her nails into my bare shoulders.

“Oh my god,” she whines next to my ear. “Please…”

I smile to myself, my face hidden in the crook of her neck. I give her a sharp bite that makes her squeak. 

“I love that you’re so needy,” I tell her, moving to the other side of her neck and sucking a bruise onto it. “I bet you never begged for someone’s cock before, have you?”

She doesn’t answer, probably because she’s either too focused on humping me or she’s embarrassed that I called her out. Either way, it’s a win for me. She keeps grinding against me, her actions becoming faster and more desperate. I can feel her hot, wet pussy with each pass over my dick, and oh fuck, it makes me want to lose my mind. I can’t even really believe I’m holding out this long, but I’ve made it this far I guess. Let’s keep this going.

As soon as she is completely lost in her own little world, eyes closed and hands clutching at my arms and back, I can see she’s so close to coming again. She’s making small grunting noises and whimpers as she rams her swollen clit against me. 

“Oh shit…oh shit…” she starts chanting and her grip on my skin tightens.

The grin on my face is extremely cruel as I suddenly move off her, sitting on my knees in between her legs. Her hips move up, only to meet nothing but air and her eyes fly open.

“What the fuck!”

Her eyes are wide and she’s breathing like a freight train. Her hips keep twitching just slightly, like they haven’t quite caught up to the rest of her body yet. She looks pretty pissed off and it’s adorable.

“Did you think I was going to let you get off just from grinding on my dick like that?” I shake my head, pitying her. “Honey…I thought you figured this out.”

“You are a bastard,” she fumes, her jaw clenched tight.

“It’s really hard to take you seriously when you’re wearing nothing but the marks I just gave you. You’re still so soaking wet for me I can see the evidence in a pool on the sheets.”

She’s quiet again and a soft blush blooms across her chest. I know it is killing her to be this vulnerable right now, so I decide to throw her a bone. Still resting on my knees, I pull my boxers down over my cock, letting her have a good look before maneuvering them the rest of the way off. I stay where I am and make her watch.

Taking my rock hard dick in my hand, I give it a few slow strokes while maintaining eye contact with her. She has propped herself up on her elbows and she’s practically drooling over what she’s seeing. I might not be porn star-level big, but in the scheme of things, it’s mildly impressive. At least, she seems to think so.

“Damn,” she rasps out before looking me in the eyes again. She is dead serious when she tells me, “I want you to fuck me with that.”

I laugh because I just can’t help it and even she smiles at that. I reach down and take one of her hands, pulling her up towards me so that she is sitting up.

“Come here,” I say gently, although my face is back to being serious. She shuffles forward a little and I grab her around the waist, positioning her so that she is straddling my lap while I stay kneeling.

The position makes my cock rub against her slit again, and she’s already trying to roll her hips into me. I let her do that a few times, mostly because it feels so goddamn good, but then I hold her still with my hands on either side of her waist.

“I know how badly you want this. And I’m going to give it to you, don’t worry. But you’re going to have to be a little more patient, ok sweet girl?”

My tone is patronizing and she doesn’t like it. But after a few seconds she gives me a small nod. I go back to kissing her, because I seem to not be able to get enough of her lips against mine, and I tangle my fingers in her hair. She groans when I give it a sharp tug.

Without pulling away, I move my hands back down to her hips and start to guide her. Very slowly, I move her body over mine, so that her dripping wet slit is sliding back and forth over my dick. I let out a long, low moan and tighten my grip on her. 

“Please,” she’s whimpering against my mouth again.

“Please what, sweetheart?” I tease, moving my lips to her neck and her shoulder while still keeping control of her pace on top of me.

“Please fuck me.”

It’s so pathetic the way she’s whining that I want to laugh. But I’m also pretty damn close to begging too, and I have to keep trying to focus on not letting myself slip inside of her just yet.

I shake my head, denying her request, but I do pick up the pace a little. I start moving her faster, until she’s grinding hard onto my shaft and I can see she’s just about ready to come again. 

“How do you feel, sweetheart? Is that good?” I ask softly near her ear.

She nods, her eyes still closed. “God, yes…so fucking good. I’m almost there…please.”

“I know you are,” I tell her.

She starts whining and moaning louder and grinding into me harder and she thinks I’m going to let her finally give in to her orgasm, but just as I see her start to tip over that edge, I use my strength to throw her off of me so that she is on her back again.

“Fiive…”

She draws my name out in a long, demoralized cry that is so sad and so pitiful, with her eyes that are pleading for me and her mouth open while she gasps for breath. Oh fuck…I need her.

This time I don’t tease or prolong anything. I’m hard as a rock and dripping with pre-cum and I need to be inside of her now. But there’s one last thing I’m going to make her do for me.

I grab onto her again, and instead of throwing her around, I use my handy spatial manipulation powers and blink us both into the position I want. This is always a risky move that could end with someone accidentally sailing onto the floor or my genitals being smashed into a pancake, but luckily I get it right. I land on my back and she is on top of me. She lets out a short shriek of surprise, but when she realizes what happened she smiles down at me.

“Ride me,” I tell her, not even bothering with an explanation of how or why I flung her through the vacuum of space. “Now,” I emphasize through gritted teeth, in case she was not getting the point.

She gets it, though, because it only takes her a couple of seconds before she is sinking down onto my cock until I’m fully buried in her tight sleeve, and holy shit, it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

We both let out a loud moan from how amazing it feels after all of the anticipation. She leans back, grabbing my legs behind her for leverage, and she starts to rock her hips forcefully on top of me. I reach up to squeeze and mold each breast in my hands, watching as her beautiful mouth drops open and her head falls back.

Her movements are driving me crazy, but I still want more. I lower my hands so I can clutch at her hips again, but not before I slap her on the ass with a loud smack. That got her attention and her head snaps up again, eyes wide.

“Look at me,” I demand.

She does and I hold her gaze while I pump her body faster and harder on top of me. I’m pushing my own hips up against her, trying to feel as much of her as humanly possible, but I swear it’s still not enough.

“Fuck me harder. Come on, harder,” I tell her, and I vaguely wonder if I sound as pathetic as she did earlier. I don’t care. I’ll beg on my knees if I can get more of what I’m feeling right now.

She bites at her lower lip in concentration and nods at my request, speeding up her forceful thrusts until she’s almost all the way off of my dick before slamming back down again. Her tits are bouncing so perfectly and her face is flushed. I really don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to last when I look at her like that.

I’m starting to sweat now with how hard I’m working at trying to drill into her, and all the while I’m feeling that warm, amazing feeling in my lower abdomen that means I’m about to lose it. I see by her face and hear from her high-pitched mewls that she is close, too. I’ve got to dial it up a notch, so I move one hand off her hip and start vigorously rubbing her clit with my thumb.

That does it, and she starts thrashing erratically, head tilted back, while she wails like she’s in pain. I know she’s not though, because after another second her pussy is fluttering tightly around my cock and she’s screaming so loud I would be shocked if it weren’t for the fact that I’m also coming fast and hard.

“Fuuuckk,” I yell out, joining her shaking and shuddering body with my own spasms as I push her down as hard as I can manage while unleashing my cum inside of her.

It takes several minutes of loud panting and aftershocks, while she lays on top of my chest and I stroke her back. I’ve never experienced anything that intense before, but I really hope I get to again sometime soon. I finally start to slip out of her and she rolls off of me to lie next to me. 

I don’t know what it is, but there’s some weird connection between us, and I know she can feel it too. It doesn’t matter that I teased her mercilessly and stripped her of all of her control. I smile over at her and lean in for a kiss while trying to smooth her tangled hair down. 

“I wasn’t expecting this,” she says with a small laugh, and I know she’s talking about picking up a supposedly naive kid and having them rock her world, but it has another meaning too. She wasn’t expecting to feel like this. And neither was I.

I shake my head with a smile and trace her lips with my fingers. “Me either. But I think I could get used to it.”

“Me, too.” She pauses and looks a little nervous. “Normally I wouldn’t ask this, but…do you want to stay for a while?”

I don’t even pretend to think about it or try to play cool. “Yes, I’d love that.” When she smiles, she looks so relieved and happy, and I go in for another kiss. “Go get cleaned up and I’ll go grab our drinks. But I want you right back here in bed for me, ok?”

I was sort of teasing, but she smiles her gorgeous smile and nods her head. “Ok.”

Once we’re back in bed, with me propped against the headboard and her leaning against my chest, we gradually sip our scotch and I run my fingers through her hair.

“So, I have to ask. You don’t seem in any way like any other man your age. Why is that? How are you so different?”

I pause for a second while I decide if I want to get into all of that. But then I think, why the hell not? I like this woman and if she wants to know about me, I might as well start with the big truth.

“Well, get comfortable, because this may take a while.”

☂️☂️☂️☂️☂️☂️☂️☂️☂️☂️☂️☂️☂️☂️☂️☂️☂️

It’s a month later and I’m back at the same grocery store. I only needed a few things and I wait in line until it’s my turn to check out. As I watch my items get scanned over the red laser, Brad the bagger steps up to help out. He recognizes me and gives me a big grin.

“Good to see you, it’s been a while.” He takes a look around. “I haven’t seen her here in a while, not sure why. But, hey, did you ever seal the deal before? Me and some of the guys in back have a bet going.”

“Is that right?” I say with a sly grin. “Which way did you bet?”

Brad looks shocked like it could be any other answer. “That you did, of course! I saw the way she was looking at you; like the cougar caught her meal for the night.”

He laughs at his joke and I smile a little, just as my girl comes jogging up behind me to put a jar of olives on the belt before my order is finished.

“Here you go, honey, sorry it took me forever to find it,” she pants, slightly out of breath. “Are those the right ones?”

I smile down at her and nod. “Yes, darling, thank you.”

As she squeezes past me, pleased with my praise, I give her a small smack on the ass. She turns around and rolls her eyes at me before flashing me one of her pretty smiles that makes me want to melt onto the linoleum floor beneath my feet.

“I’m going to wait in the car,” she tells me, before giving Brad a little wave on her way past.

I swear, it looks like every bagger and stock boy in the whole damn store has now gathered nearby and are staring in awe at the scene they just witnessed. I pretend I don’t notice, but I can’t help feeling proud of myself and it’s hard to keep the smile off my face. As I am paying and taking my bag from Brad, I hear someone in the crowd whisper a little too loudly.

“Did you see that? How the fuck did that dude tame the cougar?”

I definitely can’t keep the smug look off my face now and I nod at the group of jackass kids on my way out the door. “Gentleman.”

Then I head on out to my Stingray, where my dream girl is waiting patiently for me.

[avonne-writes]

hi! In a post about the relationship troubles fake and John have when they first start college you mentioned their sex life kinda falls off, that they don’t have sex as often, or that it feels off when they do. I would love to hear more about that,and how it effects them, Especially because they don’t talk about it so their minds just run

Thank you for the question! 💕 I'm not sure where to start so I'll just put this in bullet points 😄 I hope this makes sense, I’m sure I missed some explanations but I tried to summarize it.

Before college, their sex life was obviously limited because they didn’t have that much privacy and Gale refused to take Bucky to his place. So it was a mix of very careful and quiet non-penetrative sex if they weren't alone in the house and excited experimentation whenever they had time alone, usually during school holidays.

Basically, they had some habits together but in their new circumstances, these habits change. That means another transition period, on top of everything else. This is not a bad thing at all, but there are so many changes they need to navigate that the stress accumulates.

An example: whereas previously, they always tried to be super quiet, they can be as loud as they want now because they rent a small one-bedroom flat together. Except, Gale finds himself unable to stop holding back. He’s anxious about making possibly embarrassing sounds, especially because he realizes that Bucky has stopped holding back and yet he still isn’t very loud.

Then, of course, all their other issues have a negative effect on their sex life.

Getting used to college can be exhausting, so it's also natural that in the first semester, they don’t want to have sex as often as in the next one.

In this AU, they're not the kind of couple who get hot for each other if they're fighting. Gale can hold a grudge for a long time, but even if he doesn’t, after a fight, he usually feels drained and sad, which rarely leads to any kind of opportunity for sex.

Plus, Gale is anxious that he’s not enough for Bucky because "Bucky could have anyone and why would he settle for his first, he probably thinks that's boring." This idea makes Gale tense, hence the sex feeling off.

Meanwhile, Bucky notices Gale's tension and distraction, but he thinks it's because Gale is falling out of love with him. We know that Bucky always dreaded this moment, the - in his mind - inevitable drifting apart once high school is over. This makes Bucky anxious too, which makes him clingy, and that's enough to make the sex feel off from his side too.

So there's a whole lot of external stress and a self-feeding cycle of undiscussed uncertainties. They all exacerbate each other.

In addition, their new friends don’t help either, because they all think this relationship won't survive anyway and both Bucky and Gale would benefit from a new partner.

Thankfully, we know that this isn’t what happens.

Yes, it’s a rough patch, yes, it’s stressful, but as soon as they finally align again and all their discordant pieces slot back into harmony, sex gets better again. And this is an instant thing actually. Instant, because their sex life was affected mostly by their disharmony and not other things that are slower to heal.

They have a huge fight in which everything comes out, and it's just what they needed because they finally acknowledge all their issues but also share the fact that they both still want the other. That’s all it takes to turn the negative spiral into the first steps of revovery.

They make up and reach a hopeful, positive and relieved state that night, and they have makeup sex.

It’s the first time that they both feel that it's not teenage experimentation anymore. It’s more serious and mature, and when they say I love you, it feels deeper than ever before.

From then on, they get the same relieved-happy-loved feeling from physical intimacy and, well, let’s just say they make up for all the sex they missed in their first semester.

It keeps getting better in the next months, and it's during this period in their lives that they develop that deep and steady intimacy that makes them act like a married couple long before they even tie the knot.

♡♡♡

[kenshimybeloved]

Part 2 of me talking too fucking much about these men!

At this point in the story, we start to see Johnny filming everyone/everything that he finds interesting enough to include in his stories. The first thing we see him film is an interaction between Kung Lao and Raiden at Wu Shi Academy. As pictured, you can see Johnny finds them important enough to the story to film, but his face and body language aren’t exactly giving excitement- he’s more so just doing a task. Again- not that he dislikes Kung Lao and Raiden or that he finds them super boring- but at this point he’s just kinda filming to film. He then approaches the two and starts complaining about how long this all is taking, and how he needs something crazier to happen to include in his movies. This is when Kenshi walks up

[side note: THE WAY HE SHOWS UP ON SCREEN STRETCHING IN THIS SCENE DOES THINGS TO ME]

and immediately begins an argument with Johnny over his motives for being here. Despite training together for months, the two are still butting heads at every interaction- or so you’d think if you were any of the characters in the game. I want to take extra time here just to fully acknowledge the fact that this interaction is not only happening in a public space but directly in front of Kung Lao and Raiden who are the two original people of this conversation (Johnny really saw them having a good time and decided he needed to come in and whine about shit and Kenshi saw that as an opportunity to start an argument with him- can these bitches just let Lao and Raiden be happy together??). The conversation leads to the comment ‘my ex’ll rue the day she gave up on me’ from Johnny which immediately earns an eye roll from Kenshi and the sarcastic reply ‘so selfless.’ I want to note that Johnnys been here for months- he says “ex” casually enough to imply that at least most people know he’s going through a divorce but most people don’t know enough to know her actual name. Or, he’s specifically putting emphasis on the fact that they are very much over and Johnny is very much single in front of a certain somebody. Maybe a healthy balance of both. I also want to note that the way Johnny speaks of his ex wife is very much indicative of the fact that Johnnys motive currently is to redeem himself and prove to everyone that he isn’t a lost cause. These movies becoming a success is his only hope at this time. However, this also means his focus should be shifted from Sento onto his movies now, right? Wrong! You’d think since now he’s putting all of the pressure of getting his life together on these movies he’s be willing to give up the sword that used to symbolize his past life, but no. Even tho his focus is now on something he can do currently/in the future to get his life back on a track rather than fixating on an object from his past, he’s still clinging to Sento. Though he’s now looking forward, his goal is still centered around people from his past (him wanting to prove to everyone that left him that they were all wrong about him rather than fixing himself for his own sake). The argument escalates to Johnny calling Kenshi ‘tattoo’ and tells him he’s only here for his sword anyways.

[side note: him calling him tattoo despite Kenshis effort to cover up the majority of his tattoos means a couple of things- Johnny is studying Kenshi. As mentioned in my previous post, Johnny is absolutely infatuated with Kenshi and wants to know everything he can. It also means he’s poking at Kenshi, letting him know that though he may try to be reserved, Johnny will stop at nothing to get to know him. He’s just going to keep observing the little things about him until Kenshi can open up about the realer shit]

IMO, Johnny very clearly knows what Sento represents for Kenshi and saving his family is much more important than the sword itself (at this point it’s important to remember nobody knows of Sentos powers- it’s just a symbolic thing to Kenshi since it’s his family sword). Deep down he knows objectively this sword should go to Kenshi, but he’s unwilling to admit it. Here’s where a lot of headcanoning happens for me- since this is a new timeline, we can’t guarantee things we know about these characters from previous games are still true. However, based on how Johnny behaves, I think it’s safe to assume his relationship with his dad was still rough as a kid (is this mentioned in this timeline? I can only seem to remember it being mentioned in MK11). I headcanon that while his dad was abusive, his mother was his rock. Unfortunately, living with both a negative and a positive parent in the same house creates instability and often leads to things like NPD, BPD, Bipolar Disorder, etc. I don’t specifically think Johnny has any of these, but maybe just aspects here and there that show up. For example, when you grow up with your needs unmet and never being a priority of your parent’s, you learn to provide for yourself. Sometimes this can be in a healthy self sustaining way, and sometimes this can mean over compensating when you perceive that somebody doesn’t think your problems are very important- like Johnny knowing that Kenshi deserves the sword more than he does, but hearing him say it leads Johnny to double down and cling to the sword with his life. Anyways, this is getting too long so there will have to be a part 2 of my analysis of the scenes at Wu Shi Academy.

[le-agent-egg]

finally did a bit of doodling for a danganronpa splatoon au that i’ll post in a bit but. i wanted to yap since i have some epic ideas and shit

so. this is mostly for octo expansion and side order, so maybe spoilers? idk. btw i’ll be using octavio as the villain but that is subject to change once i figure out who agent 3 would be

first off chihiro takes the role of marina (chihiro goes by she/her in this pwease no discourse)

chihiro was an elite octarian soldier/head engineer back in octo valley, mainly working on big scary machines and shit. in her free time she made smaller, more personal projects, as well as did the occasional thing with vocaloid. that spiralled into making music as a side hobby, with another certain octarian in their base (sayaka, will elaborate on this further)

additionally, chihiro and mondo were colleagues, though they didn’t have much time to interact daily. more like people you would say hi to on shift, maybe grab some coffee together.

now, during the final showdown with octavio, chihiro ended up running away after hearing the calamari inkantation, yada yada you know the splatoon lore. she moved to inkopolis square, starting up some previous projects, as well as trying to get on the music scene.

mondo takes the role of agent 8. before you get all excited, nope daiya is still dead. lmao. the diamonds were an undercover rebellion group against the octarian government thingy, lead by daiya and mondo. both of them were frontline soldiers, though daiya was an elite soldier. daiya, while preparing to fight back against octavio during the fight with agent three, was caught by a lower class soldier, and splatted on sight. everyone else was found out pretty quickly after that, some got splatted, some escaped.

mondo was one of the ones who managed to escape, hiding in the deep sea metro until things blew over. he ended up running into the telephone/tartar, who promised that he would be able to escape to the surface and reunite with the diamonds.

anyway he ended up getting sanitized-

the sanitization process actually ended up failing because of a power shortage (the zapfish getting stolen, power cut out, sanitization machine thingy stopped working) so mondo got out harmed but not fully sanitized. most of his memories got fucked up, plus patches of his skin were that icky green colour. then yada yada octo expansion

ANYWAY MOVING ONTO LEON leon my friend leon. obviously he takes the role of pearl i would be executed on sight if he didn’t.

mkay so. leon comes from a very rich, very skilled family of professional ranked players; obviously he got roped into it as well. he’s the captain of two different teams, playing a professional match every day, sometimes multiple in one. and he fucking hated that shit. there’s only so much rainmaker a person can take, and since he’s the best and literally never loses, it got boring really, really quick. plus, everyone on his teams kinda hated him, thinking he only got to be a captain since his family is filthy stinking rich. idk how kanon plays into this, but. unfortunately she has to. sorry guys

once on a late night fucking off in inkopolis square, he ran into a short octoling with her face buried in a computer. obviously scared shitless of an octarian, he immediately ran away, but said octarian ended up chasing after him to explain herself. that octarian was chihiro!! she was like “augh i’m sorry for scaring you, please don’t tell anyone :((((((“ and. well, he caved and listened. chihiro’s really cute yanno?

they ended up kinda trauma dumping on the curb together, chihiro about her time in the army and leon about how much he despises being a professional player. this lead to chihiro mentioning she was making music, leon being intrigued, and boom that very same night their band was born. (i’ll call it off the hook for now, but again, subject to change)

leon ended up running away from his previous life, cutting off contact with his family and teams. he and chihiro bought a shitty little studio apartment and started making music together; they were basically an overnight success, almost immediately being asked to sign onto different contracts and managers and stuff.

they started subbing in for news reports in the square, but after the previous hosts quit, they got promoted to full time hosts. chihiro was nervous about being recognized as an octoling, but nope everything worked out a-ok.

then octo expansion happens - leon and chihiro on their commute to the office hear a familiar song playing from a blocked off underground station, call in sick (leon’s idea) and go to explore (also leon’s idea)

they see mondo, half passed out on the floor. chihiro is all “you look really familiar, but i don’t know from where…” and leon is like “??? you’re just trusting this guy??????”

yada yada octo expansion stuff i haven’t figured out yet i don’t even know who captain cuttlefish would be but anywayyy world is saved octolings and inklings live in harmony yada yada

idk how splatfests will work but. leon and chihiro go on tour after. something. chihiro continues to develop a program she was working on to help with restoring the memories of sanitized octolings (cough alter ego cough project memverse cough) and boom splatshit 3 side order happens. haven’t figured out the plot but sayaka (acht/dedf1sh’s role) returns and fucking hates it here. side order is just “leon and chihiro making out in an elevator for an undefined amount of time feat. two lobotomized octolings”

trigger splatty havoc ammirite fellas (gets booed off stage)

[rev3rb]

Hi, again! I have to admit that the end of this chapter intrigued me quite a bit. I definitely wanna see where they’re going with Shinoa’s powers over demons. After a lot of time spent on angel flashbacks, it’s a good reminder that the humans have unique roles to play. I liked seeing the Shinoa squad, although spending time on crushes I’m not particularly invested in and making very vague, somewhat redundant plans was kinda boring. I enjoy some good girl talk, but I’m not particularly excited about having so many different groups working towards basically the same goal. It’s similar to what you pointed out about Saito still not siding with The First. It sorta seems as if everyone is stating similar values but personal issues are stopping them from just working together and actually accomplishing shit. Idk maybe it’s just me, but I think some of the most engaging and productive moments happened bc of the dynamics within the alliances. As of now, there’s at least 4 different factions, which truly seems unnecessary at this stage. Regardless of how happy an ending we get, I’d feel a bit unsatisfied if 1/4 groups succeeded at the expense of all the others failing. No matter which group it is, because they all have an interesting perspective and feel like protagonists in unique ways. I’m lowkey rooting for them all, so I’d really prefer if they could just compromise lol. I’m sure that solution is way too idealistic of me, but it’s not my fault Kagami wrote such sympathetic characters 😔

On another note… Happy Birthday!!! If I remember right, it should’ve just passed. I hope you had a great day <3

First off, oh my god! You remember! I didn’t expect that. At the time of posting this, yes, it would have been four days ago, but you sent this Tuesday so you were pretty spot on! Thank you so much! I did have an okay day!

I’m actually excited to see where Shinoa’s powers go as well! For quite some time now, the story has hyped Shinoa up as being special and ‘the perfect experiment’ or however it was phrased, but we’d had no real indication of it until now. It’s about time we shifted from tell to show. I’m hoping it gives her a bit more agency. However, I will say that Shinoa, or really rather how Kagami writes her, does disappoint me a bit in other ways, which leads me to the next thing you bring up.

I don’t hate Yuunoa. I don’t care for it either, but the fact that this chapter sorta confirms that Shinoa doesn’t have that much of a driving force outside of it makes me quite sad. You could argue that other Hiragis (Mahiru and Shinya) have a similar thing going on and they do, but there’s more than that, even if the story prefers bringing up Guren as their main motivation instead. Mahiru has the whole thing with wanting agency to live how she wants (which ties to Guren but I firmly believe can stand on its own) as well as wanting to protect Shinoa, as twisted as her methodology was. Shinya also had his goal of wanting to break free from the Hiragis before Guren became what he’d rather stand for. Being able to see that shift adds quite a bit of depth to that.

What else does Shinoa have going on really? As she says her she doesn’t feel like she has much reason for living, so she mind as well have this fight with Mitsu over Yuu be that driving force. You could say it’s similar to Yuu since he’s sorta said Mika is his reason for living, but I honestly wasn’t a huge fan of that either. I liked how Yuu was, at one point, able to somewhat move on and live for others (the Shinoa squad and Guren at the time) he was getting better in a way! But I don't want to rant for too long. End of the day, I kinda wish Shinoa had goals that didn't center around Yuu, even if she ended up dropping them at some point. As she said, she's really just been along for the ride her whole life.

It's nice to see Mitsu actually back and doing something though! Mitsu fans come get your food! I too wish they'd talked about something else, but what can you do I guess. It's just nice to see her. The focus hasn't been on her in SO long.

Now the whole Shinoa Squad being a new group. Yeaaaah this is driving me a bit insane as well. Weren't they just working with Guren, Mahiru, and Ferid? Why is that suddenly changing? I get that it's because they think them untrustworthy, and I get it to a degree, but it's exactly as you said. There's just SO many groups that are fighting for similar things that it's become kinda weird? Like... why did Guren and Mahiru even let the Shinoa Squad run off? They don't appear to be around, and I know that their priority is probably Yuu, but it feels weird that they're suddenly just elsewhere now when they were working together last we saw. It feels like we're missing something here. Anyways. I can't imagine these groups won't join up later, but the fact that we now have to follow 3 different groups (with there being 5 or maybe 6 factions atm) is going to make for an even more disjointed story. And that's one of the big problems with OnS. It's story is kind of all over the place and it can be difficult to follow with how much it jumps around and drops plot points and characters for no reason only to pick them up later like nothing happened. Nothing I've seen here instills me with confidence that this problem will get better.

That all being said, I didn't hate the chapter. Shinoa squad as a whole hasn't felt like they've been the main focus since the Nagoya arc and while I don't think we'll be following them for too long, it's about time they became more relevant. Maybe what I'm saying is a bit contradictory since I just complained about different factions, but hey, there's some pay off here with Shinoa and her abilities like I mentioned earlier, so idk. It's something.

[prtfrmhrtbrn]

•okk… i was insanityposting about this to my friends on discord but i have only one marauders friend and she’s not in that server so instead! it goes here. this is: my thoughts about jily <3 (because i love them and they deserved better)

•ok. to START. as much as i do like the nuance of ‘james thought he liked lily because he thought he was meant to like a girl, so he went all-in in first year, and by the time he realised, it would’ve been weird for everyone if he stopped’ i also think it’s overdone and boring so i am tired of it

•(this is about to be a run-down of how i think jily’s relationship developed through all of hogwarts, btw. we are talking year by year. just so we know)

instead, i think this: james had a silly puppy crush on lily for their first year and followed her around ALL the time. he would sit with her in the library while she was studying just to spend time with her and she was largely just like… at least he isn’t one of the purebloods calling me slurs… that doesn’t mean i like him but at least he isn’t bothering me. meanwhile james is sat there so excited she hasn’t kicked him out like wow isn’t she pretty!! and she’s studying wow isn’t she committed… and she always knows all the answers in class isn’t she so clever!!

and then SECOND YEAR by this point james is 12 and he has an early hit of the classic character arc ‘emo’ which lots of people think didn’t happen to him but i think you’re lying to yourselves. so james thought lily was pretty in second year, but A. that crush was gone and B. he didn’t want her to think he was super lame, so he stopped following her around. he did that thing where you just sit in rooms that other people are in, far enough that it’s not obvious you’re there for them, but close enough that they’ll notice you. basically he wanted her to think that he was cool but had no idea how to go about it (and lily had… very little response to this, at the start of the year she was like ‘it’s kinda weird he isn’t here’ but got over it pretty quick)

third year! third year is where it starts <3 the sirius/marlene arc begins (which results in a FEW realisations for both members of that couple, to say the least, and they don’t last more than a few months) and since sirius is friends with james and lily is friends with marlene they end up talking! and that year they just… become friends. james starts off with a ‘sorry i’ve been really weird these past two years’ and lily is like ‘yeah well you were 12 i don’t think i blame you’ and that year they are. just friends. and it works

fourth year: i think it starts with lily. i think lily is bi & knows she likes girls and boys and is very comfortable with that, and i think she tells james, because they’re friends, and she wants to be honest with her friends, and he says ‘you can do that? cool!’ and she’s like ‘that’s it…?’ and he’s like ‘yeah? i’m so happy for you! that must be awesome’ and lily is like ‘huh. yeah. i guess it’s pretty cool?’ and then frank longbottom walks by and james gets so distracted and lily is like oh… well i won’t take the realisation away from him… and finds herself oddly endeared and then she’s like. what emotion did i just feel towards this boy. and it’s fleeting but she knows it was there and now whenever she sees him she can’t stop thinking about that aching tender fondness. meanwhile james in fourth year is living his best life he has no idea he has a crush on frank but he is just having a great time with the marauders and he’s making new friends left and right. also getting a lot of detentions but that just results in more time spent with his boys amen

which eventually leads into fifth year, where james is on the train, and bumps into frank, who’s like ‘sorry mate’ and james is like ‘yeah don’t worry’ and wonders where that fluttery feeling has gone? and then he’s like OH oh my god. and so where does he go first but lily, and he’s like ‘you know your girls and boys thing? me too! isn’t that so fun?’ and lily gives him this Smile that’s so fond it makes james’ stomach flip and his eyes go wide and she tells him ‘yeah, that is pretty cool’ and james is like Oh Fuck. because it is the exact feeling he had towards frank that made him realise. and so fifth year is lily being like Oh he’s so annoying but it’s so endearing it’s not even annoying it’s just silly which is makes it more annoying… and james being like First year me did NOT get it but he sooo had the right idea

fifth year part 2, post the prank: james is pretty fucked up. and lily has no idea what’s happening but she knows the marauders aren’t talking and she’s close with remus and james, and they start to hang out as a group of three because peter sided with sirius (which i firmly believe. he was as much involved in it as sirius, only james & obv remus had no idea) and eventually it turns into little one on one hangouts that are so casual that both of them think they’re just going to die and then suddenly OWLs are approaching, so lily is like ‘james, do you want to study with me?’ and james is like ‘honestly i would love to, but you’re going to have to go back to calling me potter if you don’t want me to kiss you’ and lily looks at him, and thinks it through, and then she says, ‘okay, james,’ and boom. james just… kisses her. in the library. and they work and it works and oh. yeah, okay. so this makes sense more than anything ever has before. cool. relationship: unlocked!

sixth year is cool. it goes well; it’s easy. the marauders sort-of make up after the prank, which eventually leads into fully making up after the prank, at which point james brings them all together to announce that he is dating lily!!!!!! and the reactions go like this: remus knew, peter is like ‘i thought that was a first-year thing? but whatever makes you happy’ and sirius is like ‘you WHAT tell me everything’. and so james tells them everything anyone has ever had to tell about their partner (except personal things ie sexuality, home life, intimacy) and then the next day he finds lily and is like btw ‘i’m sorry but… the marauders are back together and they know about you and i… i just got so excited and blurted it out’ and lily is a little bit like Ffs but she knows how james is so she does him in a bit but ultimately is like ‘okay, it’s fine’ (after double and triple checking he didn’t tell them anything personal, which he definitely did not) because she’d been meaning to tell her friends anyway, really. and so, i re-iterate: sixth year is cool!

seventh year is stressful, but possibly even better. head girl/head boy dating? what could be better than that? and they’re revising for NEWTs, which fucking sucks, and they’re also trying to lead and guide the student body as the roles declare, but they’re getting through it together, and when lily gets stressed, james takes over as many of her head girl duties as he can, and when james gets stressed, lily does the same for him. and one night he’s utterly exhausted, and she says ‘i’ll cover for you, james, just ask, i always will,’ and he looks at her, has his Oh. moment, and just breathes, ‘i’m in love with you’. and lily is like. Oh. and her Oh moment is someone else’s Oh moment, and she grabs his tie and pulls him down and then says, ‘i love you, too.’ and so, yeah. in seventh year, they date, and get stressed, and love each other, and help each other out.

and then they graduate, and the ground feels slippery and uncertain, but lily feels more confident when james is by her side and james feels safer when he’s holding lily’s hand. and he’s still 18, but he’s nearly 19, and he’s been going out with lily for 2 years, which has to be enough, and he asks her to marry him. and lily is 19, but she hasn’t been for long, and she’s been going out with james for 2 years, and she doesn’t know if it’ll help anything, but maybe it doesn’t need to. and she says yes.

and they get married, and it’s beautiful, and wonderful, but james doesn’t even care, because he’s at the altar with lily, and not even his friends applauding could ever fucking understand that, and lily feels the same; feels like the love between them will only ever happen once, and even if they lose it, at least they had it to begin with. and they get married and they love each other and they have a child, and his name is harry james, and they love him, too.

yeah… that’s kind of where i trail off. i just think so many people discredit jily as some little infatuation from james, or comphet, which is so real and true but also!! i think they did love each other. and also they were bi4bi

no matter where you take your jily, whether it’s an in-school breakup leading to starchaser and marylily or pandalily or something else, or whether it’s an outside-school breakup where they never get married, or whether they get divorced (in which case you need to listen to this night has opened my eyes by the smiths- the dream has gone, but the baby is real, as morrisey said), or go for canon-compliant (shivers), or they live happily ever after and love each other and grow old together!! i think saying they never loved each other is really silly. because i think they did. and that love doesn’t have to be romantic, although i’ve described a romantic relationship between them here, but i think jily has a really strong bond between them. and i just wanted to put it out there. stop overlooking them!! they can date or be besties or be queerplatonic or whatever they want!!

anyway. if anybody has any jily fics that are lovely i am asking so politely to send them to me. and also politely asking the person who named them sunflower to kiss me gently and tenderly on the mouth. thank you for reading <3

[luna-lilium-nineteenth]

Lately I’ve been so bored and restless within the day to day, and I’ve been stressed with work and being behind on my workload and I’ve been disheartened and disappointed that I can’t get an assessment for ADHD to try and get help (and I’m STILL waiting for group CBT for low mood and coaching as the only things I can access to try to help)

All of this combined has lead me to lean on my coping skill of daydreaming fantasies and inserting myself in scenarios that don’t exist and that I’m currently obsessed with (I’ve been daydreaming that I’ve moved abroad and am living a different kind of life). But I’ve hit a point where I got too wrapped up in the daydreaming.

I apparently score as anxious on all the CBT pre-screening questions but I never felt worried or anxious, I was happy but just stressed with a dash of sadness because of feeling so incompetent at work. But in typical overthinking natural I’ve asked myself ‘am I anxious?’

And now I actually am. I’ve tricked myself into feeling waves of anxiety in the pit of my stomach. I’ve been giving myself brushes of disappointment across my chest that weigh heavy on my lungs. And I’ve been ploughing through each day expressionless or masked with a smile, and the occasional burst of verbal hyperactivity, but have been plagued with underwhelm and disconnection. I’ve been craving something and I don’t know what it is, I need a focus and something exciting to motivate me through each day, but the more I live in this fantasy land in my head the more the logical side of my brain yells at me to return to reality. And then I become terrified of the crushing weight of disappointment, as I realise the things I daydream about will never happen. I’m breaking my own heart daily with the sudden and harsh snap back to reality as I yell to myself ‘it isn’t real!’, and then crush myself with the sadness that I’ll never achieve a life like my fantasies if I keep only living in fantasy.

My emotions are often intense and I don’t handle the big ones well. I’ve spent a lot of my life with depression and I escape to fantasy to cope, but anxiety? It’s not a feeling I’ve had a lot, I’ve had intense excitement that makes me stim (and I’ve always kinda hidden that), but anxiety is much less familiar. I logically know a lot about anxiety having worked in mental health before, but my stupid brain is hardwired to grab at quick fixes and instant results. I feel anxious today and I suddenly found myself rummaging through all my medications and herbal remedies seeking at johns wort or something similar and ended up taking out of date CBT drops in a desperate attempt to erase the feelings of anxiousness as my thoughts started to get louder. As I’m working and have a very strong moral compass I have just narrowly avoided the temptation to drink whiskey to get through the day and shut my mind up.

I thought maybe I’m just hungry and tried to eat only to find myself crying and shaking and hitting my own head over a bowl of salad. It’s a side of myself I don’t show people, nor do I admit to it either (until right now I guess).

I wonder if I’ll feel better by getting some tasks done at work as I’m meant to be WFH right now. But I kept getting the waves of dread and fear in my stomach making it even harder to ‘just push through’ the lack of focus I have. I feel like I’m going to keep having meltdowns until I can find a new thing to obsess over so I can push through the day masking as normal and typical and living for the moments in between where I live in a daydream. But as of right now I’m acutely aware I’m too emotionally attached to the daydream and I’m scared I’ll go crazy with heartbreak as I keep hitting myself with the reality that it’s not real and never will be.

[eclvpses]

All Frankie could offer to Dante’s question was a shrug. It was a windy road, anything that involved Frankie’s birthday - because then his family became involved, and that was more Sacagawea leading Lewis and Clark to the Pacific Coast. “I love Piper, I love everything she does - she can… do no wrong, I don’t think. But -.” Words - failing Frankie again. They gave another pitiful shrug. “Sometimes - being with lots of people… is lonelier.” Even with Lo in their lap, even when Juniper made them laugh, even when Piper dragged them to her room just to sing them happy birthday. Frankie was so desperate for company, he didn’t even know what to do with it when he was given it. It was nice now, though - right now, Frankie felt seen. Very fucking seen, to an intimidating degree. “Hm.” If there’d anything Frankie had ever been passionate about once upon a time, it’d been music. As time wore on, life bore its full weight on Frankie, and they’d given up - really, everything. But it made their heart skip a beat with excitement to be back in the thick of it, open invite to pull up a chair and join the club. Playing the song Dante had been working on, Frankie’s brows rose. It hadn’t been what they were expecting - nothing like they listened to. Glancing at Dante over their shoulder, they flashed him a tentative grin, “I don’t know - much. About this. Music, anymore. But it’s good… it sounds like - it reminds me a lot of, um, the music… my dad made.” Apparently Frankie was sharing all sorts of information today - maybe birthdays suddenly made him sentimental. Or he was having a stroke. Dante had that effect on him. “He was a, uh… kinda big deal. In France. Every time I’d visit him he’d say - Le monde, mon fils. Je possèdai le monde.” They quoted in quick French, replicating their dad’s accent with ease. “I actually think - he’d really like you.” The next few seconds, Frankie focused in on the song. Listened to where there was something amiss, something notable enough that it was clear - There it is, that’s it! But nothing stood out to them. It was a good song for all intents and purposes, but if Dante was as passionate as he seemed to be about it, Frankie could understand the frustration. “C’mere.” They said, nodding their head to summon Dante closer. “Quick - c’mon, come, I wanna show you something.” Waiting for him to finally make his way over, Frankie didn’t give Dante any sort of heads up before placing their hands over his eyes. “It doesn’t sound like - it’s missing… anything. Except, uh, maybe you. Just - I think it’d sound… nice. With you on it. Keep your eyes… closed. And listen. Okay?” Trusting Dante to listen to instruction, Frankie dropped his hand before restarting the song over again, watching Dante’s features - trying to gauge if he was hearing anything new. Anything less, anything more, if he was really imagining himself on it. Maybe he’d hate the suggestion, but it obviously meant the world to him. If Frankie had it his way, he’d add more of Dante to everything, might as well suggest it for the song he was stumped over. “Either way, you should get - a new perspective. Distraction, or. Deal with something, uh… new. Give it a rest for the… rest of the night. Before coming back. It’ll be brand new again.”

He hummed while nodding at the mention of the party, "That sounds like a grand way to sneak you and a bunch of other friends in." he said, approving of the approach Piper took despite Frankie's obvious discomfort at the gesture. "Did you not enjoy it?" Dante was a bit surprised at hearing that it was his birthday, but nothing that a nice toast before the night ended wouldn't fix. He'd had to stop by the mall and find him a little present - late birthday or not - and make a note somewhere that he'd never ever forget. He would hold his birthday wishes until later, so Frankie wouldn't run from him too. Maybe 'til they made their way out of his building so he could watch them walk away with that striking smile that left him breathless. "You wound me, Frankie." he feigned a somber expression that lasted a total of two seconds before his smile returned. "Good backtracking, there. That would have been another position you'd have to show. There's a reason I went to a performing arts college, Frankie. I'm a visual learner." he said with a wink. Had the other man's face not been as priceless as it was, Dante probably would have thrown his head back and laughed, but instead he settled for a tease and silent chuckle. Focusing his attention onto prying open the lip of the tupperware so that his friend could relax a little he replied, "Why don't you click it and check for yourself." The last song he'd been working on with Marcy was on full display on the monitor behind the board. No matter how often he'd tried to finish it the song - it never sounded right. Maybe because he was so used to her constant nagging over the smallest of "imperfections" that he had never been able to see. Her eyeroll whenever his ears missed some imaginary sound on the tracks that somehow ended in them rerecording the songs all over again. A waste of time and money, but she was as dedicated to her craft as he had been himself. Nothing short of perfect - Marcy had been an entire brat since the first moment they met. Taking a deep breath and dragging his thoughts back to the present, Dante brought the lasagna with him as he sat on the futon against the wall. "Maybe you can help me come to terms with it. I've been playing it back for at least an hour now, but something don't sound right." The entire song was finished - the vocals perfect - and all that had been missing was the minute chunk he'd put aside for Dylan to record. That was an easy fix, but still it didn't sound good enough to be Marcy's last recorded song.

[mykneeshurt]

Infiltration part 3

Keegan x f!reader

Enemies to lover / established relationship (kinda)

Warnings - swearing, themes of violence, reader is not a good person

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Sitting at your desk you tried to focus on your work, except your mind refused to function. You eyed up the radio on your desk wanting to hear his voice again. His thick gravelly voice. Absent mindedly you traced the scar on your hip, while you felt anxious about seeing him again, you also felt a tinge of excitement.

The moon rose in the sky littering the surrounding area in its cold blue light. Skeleton crew now occupied the weapons floor, the guards had swapped shifts and Claude had gone to bed. As far as you were concerned you were alone. Picking at the button on the radio you pressed it ‘Keegan?’ Static played back at you through the speaker, it was wishful thinking. ‘Are you there?’

‘Nox.’ His voice was sharp, irritated as it cut through the silence of your office. ‘Have you missed me?’ You asked twirling your hair through your fingers. ‘Can’t say I have, no.’

‘Liar.’

‘What do you want Nox?’

‘A deal.’

‘No. I told you I was coming. I meant it.’

‘Are you on your own?’

‘Yeah, otherwise we wouldn’t be talking.’

You weren’t entirely sure what you were doing, but you let yourself carry on. See where this may lead. ‘Why are you talking to me Keegan?’

‘Call it curiosity.’

‘Ah. So you still have a soft spot for me then?’

‘Wouldn’t put it like that no. Thorn in my side rather.’

‘You’re lying again Keegan. So, this deal.’

Silence.

‘I can hear you rolling your eyes, do you want information or not?’

‘What’s in it for me?’ He asked, it appearing to be a genuine question. ‘Information. Weapons. People.’

‘In exchange for what?’

‘You let me live. Though I often wonder why you didn’t kill me that day. Do you remember Keegan?’

‘Let you live? After what you did to Ajax? You’re outta your mind sweetheart. And as for that day? I missed.’

‘Third lie you’ve told me tonight. It’s not very becoming of you, you’re not a good liar.’

You stood from your chair and aimlessly wandered around your office, clutching the radio to your chest. Smiling to yourself you were enjoying this little back and forth with him. ‘Do you miss me Keegan? I miss you.’

Silence.

‘I thought i did’ he began, his voice quieter than normal ‘I miss who you were. I don’t know who you are anymore.’

‘I’m still me Keegan, I never changed. Your perception of me did.’

‘Why are you doing this Nox?’

‘Fun.’

Silence.

‘You were a good Ghost Nox. What changed?’ His voice appeared somber.

‘Bored.’

‘Bored? Now who’s lying.’

‘I got fed up of Elias and his self indulgent martyr bullshit. We never made a difference Keegan. Never. I don’t answer to any one anymore.’

‘You’ll answer to me for what you did to Ajax.’

‘You gonna make me?’ You asked biting you lip. ‘Stop it.’ He snapped.

‘You gonna make me beg Keegan? On my knees? Like old times?’

‘Nox. I’m warning you.’

You were getting to him, playing with him, making him cringe. Something you got off on. ‘Maybe I want you to make me beg Keegan? Would you like that?’

Keegan tried to hard so shut you out, to shut out your sultry voice as it slipped through the speaker. He palmed at his hard cock in his trousers. He had images of you on your knees in front of him. Begging. Pleading for him to fuck you. A now distant memory. It was wrong, he knew it was, you were the enemy now. Opposing sides of the same war. You killed for fun, you were unpredictable, untameable. But part of him wanted to tame you, to bring you back from the abyss you’d fallen into.

‘I’ll speak to Merrick about your proposition’ he offered.

‘I’ll be waiting Russ. If he agrees, you come alone. Otherwise no deal. Tell him I said hi.’

‘I’ll see what I can do.’

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You busied yourself for the next few hours. Unable to sleep, unable to shut off. You were dancing across a dangerous line, Keegan had spared your life once before. It didn’t mean he was about to do the same again. Your mind wallowed in your memories of him, the stolen glances and kisses, the soft touches against your skin. You missed him, you didn’t miss the Ghosts. Keegan was the only one you could stand, the only one who understood you.

You couldn’t count the amount of run ins you’d had with Merrick, and you barely knew Ajax he joined weeks before you left. Claude had mentioned two more Ghosts that were with them, Logan and Hesh. Elias’s boys. You’d love to get your hands on them, make Elias squirm, something you often enjoyed doing when you were under his command. He’d berate you often for being too violent, for not sticking to the plan. Pompous prick.

You were busy setting up a meeting with a fellow arms dealer when Claude knocked at your door. ‘Yeah?’

‘Got something for you.’

‘Come in.’

The door swung open and Claude shoved in a very exasperated and very vexed Keegan.

Claude escorted him to your desk and slammed him down into the chair. ‘Watch yourself son, any funny business and I’ll have your fuckin head.’ He warned, squeezing his shoulder firmly. ‘Wouldn’t dream of it’ he spat between gritted teeth.

Closing your laptop you rested your head on your hands, a sickly sweet smile spread across your lips. ‘I trust Claude wasn’t too rough with you?’

‘Very thorough.’ He was tense, voice low and on edge. ‘Well, can’t take any chances with one of the best can we Keegan. Relax. We’re just talking.’

‘I am relaxed.’

‘Keegan what have I told you about lying?’

Instead of replying he flipped you his middle finger instead, his gaze burning through your exposed skin. ‘Ah. There he is. Take your mask off, I can’t quite hear you’ you drawled.

Removing his mask he clutched at it in his hands. He was just as you remembered, his almost transparent blue eyes studied your face, as you raked your eyes along his form. Thick black hair, large straight nose, plump lips and a jaw line you could cut yourself on. Your eyes lit up seeing him in the flesh again, the butterflies swarmed in your stomach once more. ‘Merrick doesn’t trust you’ he stated.

Rolling your eyes you sweat your hair out of your face ‘what’s new? Fucker hated me then too, I don’t care about him. I’m talking to you.’

‘Well can you blame him? You fuckin left us Nox, and now you’re supplying the very people we worked to stop.’

‘I know, fun isn’t it’ you giggled. If looks could kill, the glare Keegan gave you would have killed you ten times over. ‘No. Cause we’re busy cleaning up your mess Nox. You don’t see the pain you cause.’

Leaving your seat you trailed a finger along your desk before standing behind him. Bending low to his ear you placed your hands on his shoulders, ‘but I do see it Keegan. I see it and I like it.’ He let out a sigh but he didn’t flinch from your touch. ‘I don’t understand why?’ His voice was laced with pain and betrayal. Moving round his body you placed two fingers under his chin forcing him to look at you.

Hovering your lips dangerously close to his you whispered ‘because I want to watch the world burn.’

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A/N I’m not pre planning this story lmfao it comes as a write so it anything is off you’re gonna have to deal with it I’m afraid

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[ddarker-dreams]

hxh chapter 395

IT HAS BEEN 22 YEARS SINCE CHROLLO WAS FIRST REVEALED IN THE MANGA... 23 SINCE HE WAS FIRST MENTIONED... AND FINALLY........ WE ARE GETTING HIS BACKSTORY . all in god’s (togashi’s) timing. i literally couldn’t believe my eyes when i woke up to baby chrollo on the tl wednesday morning. i’m just now getting the time to scribble down all my thoughts that have been haunting me since then. is any of what i’m about to say coherent? probably not. i’m just so excited that i can barely put it into words. like. how am i supposed to function. i sure don’t know. i’ll put all my screaming + rough analysis under the read more then summarize what new things we learned about chrollo and the phantom troupe. idk how to format this so i’m sorry for anyone who braves the abyss below. anyways , without further ado ... 

(the link to the chapter for anyone who is curious)

nobunaga frames the flashback with the statement “fueled by despair and anger, we were searching for a purpose...” which more of less confirms the widely accepted notion that the phantom troupe was formed to give these people something to do. after reading that, i was expecting to go into some depressing stuff right away, but instead we get to see the baby phantom troupe members kinda roughhousing each other? acting like lil rascals. so i’m assuming nobunaga’s statement comes into play a bit later. 

the spiders seem to have been split up into smaller cliques before they eventually formed together, these groups being chrollo/franklin/shalnark (HIS LIL MISSING TOOTH OH MY GOD), machi/uvo, and phinks/feitan. 

this more altruistic viewpoint further convinces me that something major must’ve happened for chrollo’s worldview to shift so drastically. here and throughout the rest of the chapter, we can see him championing the cause of sharing knowledge with others around his age instead of hoarding it. this immediately sets him apart from the uvo/machi and phinks/feitan cliques who want to keep anything remotely valuable to themselves. Hmm.  

i could be wrong, but the architecture of this church having crosses + pews seems reminiscent of the abrahamic religions, leaning more toward catholicism perhaps? this must play into chrollo’s fascination with catholic aesthetics in his adulthood. it seems that compared to the rest of meteor city, this church was somewhat of a safe haven. 

NGL it’s kinda funny little baby chrollo looked @ phinks and uvo and went hm. yeah those dudes are definitely not the church crowd. baby chrollo being able to teach himself various languages just from watching tapes that everyone else his age finds too boring to sit through though... he’s always been a little genius. interestingly enough, the compliments on his intellect never seemed to have gotten to his head? he always took them in such a good-natured way. he seemed like such a kind boy... meteor city’s elders mention how bright he is in the next page too. i wonder what they expected from little chrollo though? 

“perhaps he could be of use to the elders? you think he may be able to solve the problems plaguing the city...” 

very curious to know if they meant now or when he’s older. anyway, the elders took an interest in him from a young age, only for chrollo to completely disregard them when he became an adult (chrollo stealing one of their abilities for his fight against hisoka). 

i’m in ABSOLUTE agony. while this interaction is so cute, i can’t help but think about how paku prioritized chrollo’s life despite his philosophy that ‘the head of the spider [himself] can always be replaced’, which lead to her own death 🙁 OUCH OUCH IT HURTS... her care for chrollo and the troupe ran so deep. now we get to kinda see why. chrollo so brazenly telling paku that he loves her when it’s very likely she’s rarely (if at all) heard those words growing up in a place like meteor city......................... ah...........AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 

HE’S A LITTLE GENIUS!!! LOOK AT HIM GO !!! 

‘no way he was born here...’

it makes sense that chrollo ended up getting voted to be the leader of the troupe since his intelligence has been universally praised all along. a smart lil guy. i really can’t get over the fact he did all this just so the other kids could understand/enjoy the cartoon more 😭😭😭 that just leaves me with the same, pressing question that machi has here... 

‘is that chrollo?’ 

she must’ve been shocked to see him go from :D to :| ........... what happened to my MANS...

[thieves-never-say-die]

Okay, but like, I was thinking and, what if the Leverage crew went to an Escape Room as like a bonding thing, and then it just kinda keeps happening.

Oh god the Leverage crew doing an escape room would be a nightmare

(Disclaimer I’ve never been in an escape room but I desperately want to)

Nate

Would go wayyyyyy too hard into Mastermind Mode ™️ trying to figure out all the clues and puzzles

Would do that thing where he gets really quiet as he’s putting all his focus into solving it, and when he does solve it he does the whole dramatic monologue reveal

However if he’s wrong he refuses to accept that and will get angry because his answer is obviously the right answer and whoever designed the place did it poorly then

Sophie

For the most part she’s content to sit back and relax and let the others do their thing

But then she’ll use the phone thing to ask for clues and strike up a casual conversation with whoever is working there and supervising them

Somehow manages to get the person to tell her the answer, but she doesn’t tell anyone and just sits on it because she knows the others want to do their thing

Will only reveal the answer as a last minute thing because they can’t lose

(Not that they ever get that close to running out of time)

Eliot

Is only there because Hardison forced him to and complains the whole time

Acts super not interested and bored and gruff but secretly gets very invested after about ten minutes

Will do the whole ‘aloof I don’t care’ thing until Hardison says one thing that’s wrong and he can’t stop himself from correcting it

(No one tell him Hardison did that on purpose)

Would get way too into the technicalities of the thing, like ‘that’s not how a cipher works/you can’t actually use x to do y’ type of thing

At the end will fall back into his gruff I don’t care thing but secretly researches them more after they leave

Parker

Doesn’t understand why she can’t just pick the lock on the door to let them out

It takes her a while to understand the point of an escape room but once she does she’s HOOKED

Accidentally finds the clues out of order bc she just broke into the safe instead of looking for the code under the telephone or wherever it is

Definitely accidentally makes the employee watching over them cry because she keeps like climbing the walls and doing other shit that isn’t allowed/not supposed to be possible

Has suggestions for how they could make it better and leaves a full list of notes with the front desk

(She goes back a week later and finds that they’ve actually implemented some of her suggestions and is ECSTATIC about it)

Definitely goes by herself to the weirdest ones she can find in their free time

Hardison

He’s the one that dragged them there in the first place as a ‘team bonding’ exercise because he thought it would be fun

About halfway through he’s seriously regretting all decisions that led to that point, but after they leave he immediately books them another room for the next month

Is the only one who actually plays by the rules and follows the instructions to get the clues the right way

Still enjoys watching Parker do everything wrong and still get the right answer

Gets into an argument with Nate over the clues because this is one thing that Hardison feels confident in and will 100% fight over

Makes escape rooms/similar team bonding exercises a monthly thing that is required for all members of Team Leverage

Bonus:

Harry

Is just… so confused

Tries his best but gets distracted and can’t for the life of him figure out any of the clues

Continually gets very excited because hey he found a clue! Only to realize that what he found isn’t a clue and isn’t actually helpful at all…

Sophie helps by poking and prodding him and very gently leads him towards the right answer in a way that makes him think he did it all by himself

He’s not fooled by that but he appreciates the effort

Breanna

Is sort of a mix between Hardison and Parker

She’ll follow the rules and try to do it all properly, but also as a maker she’s really good at spotting the secret/hidden buttons and levers and things

Like she’ll walk into a room and immediately notice that oh, you pull on that book and a secret compartment will open

Consequently she finds a fair amount of the clues out of order, but if she notices she skipped a clue she will go back and find the clue she skipped

Afterwards she goes back to the place and offers to upgrade some of their design elements and hidden stuff to make it look/work better

[sophsicle]

hello

I don't mean this to be rude - I was just wondering what made you change your characterisation of barty and evan from your previous work in choices to kill your darlings?

I mean in choices, I think barty expecially was very antagonistic- what with him being an almost r*pist and an enthusiastic death eater, pretty happy with murdering

i was just wondering what made you change their characters to be more sympathetic? I don't understand it personally, but I know rosekiller as a ship has gotten extremely popular and its just flummoxed me

im just not sure what redeeming qualities they could have, especially with barty in canon being an absolute lunatic

although is that because this isn't a canon universe?

sorry if this comes across as rude or anything im just genuinely confused as to where all the hype and romanticisation around those 2 characters came from

your writing really is lovely though, i look forward to all other povs, and am especially excited for any future marylily!

Y’know I was literally talking about Barty earlier today

But why did I decide to change their characters? Cause it's a hockey/college AU so their canon characters would make no sense here?

Like I suppose I could make them alt-right-Nazis-incels or some variation thereof, but like, I very much did not want to do that, for so so many reasons, but partially because dealing with those very heavy themes was exhausting in Choices, and dealing with people’s reactions to those difficult themes was also exhausting and, idk, did not lead to healthy productive conversations. And kyd was supposed to be ... not that? Like with Choices, I very much had things that I wanted to try to tackle and dissect and deconstruct and complicate and critique and ALL of that. And like I said, it ended up being really very not a good time for me. But kyd was never supposed to be that.

So yeah I wanted to tone them down, and then Evan in Choices had elements of the dumb jock in him and I thought it would be fun to write that in a different context without the horrible parts of his character and so it kinda snowballed from there.

Look, I agree that in canon they have no redeeming qualities, this is just not remotely close to canon so I don’t see how it applies?

I mean I’ve taken elements right? Barty’s overbearing and controlling father, the idea that he’s leading a double life, his mother’s death etc.

As far as I know we don’t really have any information about Evan other than that he was a death eater so, take that away, and I feel like he’s basically a blank slate,

But there would be no point, to me at least, in writing another fic only to tell the exact same story with each character you know?

Obviously there’s crossover, but like, Snape and Regulus are also very different from how they were in Choices. Writing everyone the same would just be boring to me.

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 1/17/2023

I’m on break this week.

The last two months have been really stressful for me. I don’t meter my own stress levels well--I knew I had some stuff I wanted to get done in early January, and I knew that the holidays would take up a ton of my time and energy, so I started early and tried to clear out my schedule and worked very hard. I met my goals and also made myself extremely miserable.

This is one of those things that, if given the choice, I would rather just skip Christmas. That’s not an option, tho, so I’m declaring right now in advance that I am not going to try to get anything done next December.

Anyway, I made it thru Renruki Week and somehow managed to do something for every day, even though I told myself I didn’t have to. I was working up until the last day of it, and so I’m sorry for all the things that showed up at the end that I haven’t reblogged, but I noped offline immediately after I finished my last thing and haven’t really be able to bring myself to get back to it. I’ll try to catch up in the next few days, and address my AO3 comments, as well. Here is a convenient link to all my Renruki Week content, but you can also check out the more general RenrukiWeek hashtag or the Twitter version and see all the stuff other cool people did.

In the same week, I also managed to finish the first draft of my first big assignment for my volunteer gig, which I’m pretty excited about. Polynya, you might say, did you really need to do these things simultaneously? The answer is no, but I really wanted to make a good showing on my first project, and also I make bad decisions. 

The other thing that happened is that my eight-year old decided during Christmas break that she wanted to turn over a new leaf and completely clean out her room and strive toward keeping it clean in the future. I think this might have been inspired by the week of cleaning I did leading up to New Year’s. In any case, when your kid wants to clean, you do not hesitate, so we have been cleaning like mad for weeks now. Her room looks great now, and we’re working on the downstairs playroom that we want to convert into a second computer room, so that the kids aren’t constantly stealing my husband’s desk to play Minecraft.

Also, I’ve kinda gotten into houseplants? I’m reading a book? And I made some bad sourdough breads today. You know, now that I type all this out, I feel like I’m describing a manic episode. I’ve just been doing a lot. I would like to do less. The thing I would like to do less of the most is feel like I am under pressure to do stuff. What I really just need is some “leave me alone” time, so that’s what I’m doing right now.

Even though I’m de-prioritizing my writing, my actual, sincere hope is that by not forcing myself to write, it will actually give my brain a chance to come up with some ideas. I’m hoping to work on the next part of Heart is a Muscle as my next project, and I’m toying with the idea of re-reading all the previous parts, something I used to a lot, but haven’t done in a while. 

Anyway, I’ll be around, and I’m sure I’ll do some reblogs, but I don’t really aim to do much Tumblr stuff in the near future. Hopefully, I’ll be back eventually. I’ve closed my Ask box for the foreseeable future, possibly forever.

That’s enough of my boring, dumb life. The only other interesting thing I’m up to is that Mr. P and I are re-watching Vision of Escaflowne, which I am very excited about. Maybe now that’s Bleach is back, I can give that up and start hyperfixating on an even older, even deader anime.

[nikethestatue]

So many readers nowadays are obsessed with warrior female mc’s and are quick to call female characters “unworthy”, “mediocre”, “boring”, etc. and constantly criticize. And while some critical analysis is great, sometimes it just oftentimes feels like baseless hate and sometimes plain misogyny. But here’s my thing—aren’t we all kinda mediocre? Don’t we all have flaws that would make others criticize us? If I were an mc of a book, would I be “boring”? Very possibly. I don’t lead a super exciting life, I don’t think I’m super extroverted, I have a small group of friends and a quiet life, my personality is quite passive, etc. And I’m sure there are many readers who are like me. So I always feel like book MCs shouldn’t always have to be perfect, they shouldn’t be super outgoing, sword-fighting, loud mouthed characters all the time because most of us aren’t like that. I can appreciate a character with flaws and nuances that make them feel more real and relatable.

That's what I always said! We are ALL Elains and Feyres. We are not amazing warriors, goddesses and trained assassins.

What I always appreciated about Feyre as the main character, and by extension her sisters is that they are...normal. Unlike Aelin, for example, who is the over the top assassin, heiress, hidden princess, warrior, concentration camp escapee--which is all fine and good, but completely YA and unrelatable--Feyre, and Elain and Nesta are pretty normal. No illustrious backgrounds, no hidden paternities, no incredible powers. Even once they've been made, the powers that they obtained are kind of muted. They don't relish in them.

They are 3 girls put into impossible situations and they are just figuring it out as they go. Feyre, being human and powerless in ACOTAR, where her whole life seemed to be dull and grey, and then she comes alive--it's all very poignant in fact. I very much relate to her and those experiences.

Unfortunately, the moment SJM strapped a sword on Nesta, she killed the unique humanity of Nesta and made her just another sword fighting, dull and predictable character. It's a shame.

But you are right anon, all these girls who are raging and raving against Elain, and very much an Elain in their own lives. Likely they go to work or school, meet with their friends and boyfriends, go out, cook dinner, have hobbies. Nothing remarkable. And of course maybe they want more exciting lives and live vicariously through some of these characters, but all this hating is totally misplaced. They are hating their friends, sisters and co-workers when they hate Elain.