#ive just been sad thinking about how dead this place is

[charlie-bonkerz]

a couple things mootie

number 1, NEVER be afraid or nervous to share ur opinion or speak ur mind on the internet. worst thing that happens is u gotta block someone. its like that one audio- "what r u gonna do??? punch me with an emoji???"

and number 2- no hate to ur friend but oh brother.

did. did they read it with their eyes closed????

the sad thing is this is not just an opinion that JUST your friend has. last year, we read the outsiders in school, and thats what got me into the fandom. (i had read it in 7th grade and i didnt really care about it bc i was young and stupid but thats another story)

i found that a lot of classmates were valuing the greasers as characters moreso than what they represented. and that makes sense!! the characters are why everyone loves this book in the first place. but if you wanna get to the core, you have to put the "real people" aspect of them aside- (which is difficult, because of how well written they are) they were looking at it through ponyboys perspective a little TOO hard, and they were missing the bigger picture. i think we r forgetting that this is a literal 14 year old- a MIDDLE SCHOOLER if this took place in modern times. (no offense to any 14 year olds reading)

i know ive already been like "the outsiders is a story about blank" like 5 times but its about a LOT of things. its ALSO about something my 11th grade history teacher likes to call; "The Human Condition."

The Human Condition (which is not a new term), refers to the universal experiences of being human, like love, loss, youth, morality, pain, etc. think "the dead poet's society." (which, if you havent seen, i 100000% recommend.)

despite these words we use to define and establish differences between ourselves, we are all human. and with humanity comes struggle. it is born within all of us. but so is love, and beauty etc etc etc.

all this big long essay post really boils down to this: the differences between socs and greasers are real, valid, and important. social groups are inevitable, natural, and even necessary. but, again, at the end of the day, the sunset is the same on both sides of town.

"you can't ever win you know that doesn't matter if you win us you'll still be where you were before the bottom and we'll still be the lucky ones at the top with all the breaks"

Randy sounding almost mocking at the end because he's realized this whole cycle is useless and suddenly he really doesn't believe in it anymore and his anger can't mask that anymore, Pony just listening cause he's known this his whole life and he's watching it hit someone on the "other side" suddenly neither of them is a "soc" or a "greaser" they're just two really hurt and confused kids who are seeing each other as such

[love4hobi]

i love gifmaking so much <3 and if tumblr ever dies and takes that from me i will kill everyone around me and then myself

[pelova4president]

Shadows are to protect II

Victoria Pelova x Putellas!Reader

Alessia Russo x Putellas!Reader

Shadows are to protect I, III, IV

summary~ When you finally start to thrive at Arsenal there’s still one person that’s holding you back.

You sat there. In the dark, on your grey couch, the picture of you and Alexia staring at you. The bright light of your screen brightened your face like the Barcelona sun had done a few months ago. You couldn’t run away anymore, you were stuck. No one to talk to and no one to come home to.

Looking down at your screen again you saw the little beads of salty water resting on your screen. And even though you’ve been lonely for far too long you’ve never let the evidence of salty water show it. You never really were a crier, Alexia had always told you to be strong and not to show anyone those emotions, they made you seem weaker than your were.

But when you really needed her she didn’t say a thing about being strong. When you’d go home and cried, you cried in her arms. She held you when you needed to without doubt. She didn’t need you to tell her what was wrong, she just knew that you needed her so she’d be there, always.

‘Ale, i need you’

And that’s how you landed on the first morning flight to Barcelona you could find. The ticket was as pricey as they could get but that didn’t matter, you just needed your sister.

The welcome was warm, like always. It was all too familiar. The airport where you’ve landed and departed from all those Barca years. The sun was at it’s brightest and it almost melted you to the dark tarmac of the airfield. And somehow that thought felt more enjoyable than any thought you had in the past week. Being stuck to Barcelona.

Alexia had told you to be strong and that she’ll visit you soon but you didn’t think that soon would be soon enough.

You got into an severely overpriced taxi at the airport and directed him towards your sisters house. The car was hot and it felt like your skin was melting away. You could see little beads of sweat forming on your driver’s forehead. You didn’t think you could miss a warm sweaty car this much but you had been missing it.

When the vibrating car stopped moving and the motor of the car was cooling down you got out. With both of your feet on the sidewalk of Alexia’s house you were stuck. You traveled all the way to her home to stand still in front of it.

She probably wasn’t even home. The Barca girls had training from 9 to at least 1 if they were lucky. When you finally got the courage to take another step you looked under one of the plants in front of her door. It was dead, you were sure of it but she kept it anyway. Honestly, you didn’t get it. Why do people get plants they know they can’t take care of. It just so sad to see something that was once so green and full of life dry out.

Alexia’s house was cold. Her dog Nala was waiting for her to return but was surprised by the sight of you. You hadn’t seen Nala in a while but you were so sure she would’ve remembered you, she would always remember you, like everyone else right? You loved Nala.

When you scrolled through an ad of a shelter for dogs you saw Nala. You read her description and immediately knew you had to give her a new life. Alexia was in a dark place and so was Nala, they needed eachother. So the next week you picked the princess up and drove to your sisters house to surprise her.

Alexia wasn’t really fond of having a dog in house but that changed so quick. Nala was Alexia’s princess, and yours too.

But Nala didn’t seem to remember anything from that story anymore. She wasn’t jumping on you or letting out some hard barks. The little dog was growling at you. She seemed to forget you, just like whole Barcelona did.

You sat there, on Alexia’s couch. The one that you used to crash on at least once a week. Nala was sat next to you, she was paying no mind to you. Scrolling through your Instagram feed you saw Alessia with Katie and Caitlin. It made you jealous to some extent. She had friends and you, you didn’t, not really. The girls were nice but they weren’t friends. At the moment you didn’t really have friends anywhere.

You heard the noise of keys and Nala’s ears shot right up. Alexia’s home.

You heard her grunt and drop her training bag at the door. Nala’s steps were going towards your sister and so were yours. “Hola, hermana.” you welcomed her. Her eyes shot up to your face and her arms flew open to embrace you.

You almost sprung into her arms. Alexia didn’t say anything, she just held you and you didn’t let go. “you’re gonna be okay.” she whispered and that’s when you lost it. Tears started to stream down your face. Alexia’s grey sweater had taken a darker shade of grey and she could feel the deathly grip you had on her sweater.

“I’m not gonna be okay Ale. I don’t know what i’m doing.” you cried. She didn’t assure you you didn’t, she didn’t tell you that you just needed to get used to England. She just hummed. And it kind of made you love her even more for it. She didn’t offer you some fake sympathy talk, she kept it real.

The both of you didn’t say much more that day. You went to sleep early and Alexia crawled next to you later that night. With her arms around you and a kiss to your forehead she wished you goodnight. It was nights like these that you missed more than anything.

You woke up around 4 am. Nala and Alexia were dead asleep so you picked your phone up from your nightstand. You had gotten one message. ‘Hey, i didn’t see you at practice today, are you okay? If you want to talk to anyone, i’m here’ you read. Victoria Pelova cared about you?

You knew Alessia and Victoria were good friends. And it made sense Alessia probably hadn’t told Victoria about.. you. Just like you still hadn’t told anyone about Alessia.

Alexia grumbled a bit and opened her eyes. “What are you doing hermanita?” she asked you tiredly. “Pelova, you know her. She was wondering where i was today and asked me if i’m okay and if i needed someone to talk to.” you explained. Alexia hummed understandingly. “I think you should talk to her. Maybe you’d get along eh?” she thought aloud.

She was right, you had to give her a chance. She was being nice and it wasn’t like you had any other friends in London. So you texted her back, ‘I’m in Barcelona at the moment, just needed to see some family. Maybe we could talk when i’m back?’.

Alexia didn’t exactly say that she wanted you out of her house after day three but you knew she did. So when she came home after training you took that as your cue to travel back to the still red North London.

You came home around dinner time and didn’t really have anything to eat. ‘Are you back in England yet?’ Victoria had texted. You texted her that you were and if she wanted to come over to order something. And in less than twenty minutes she was knocking on your door.

“I took some Chinese takeout with me on the way, hope you don’t mind?” she smiled. You thanked her with a grin.

Victoria seemed like a very extroverted and outspoken and maybe even a bit annoying type to you at training. But maybe that was just because she was hanging around Katie, Beth and Kyra. But now she seemed a lot calmer, the opposite of annoying really.

Vic didn’t mention your absence which was nice, you didn’t really want to explain all of that to her. You didn’t expect to have a lot in common with the Dutch girl. She had a really warm presence and you loved every bit of it. Maybe all you needed was a friend here.

Victoria was waiting at the entrance of the training centre. “Buen día!” she waved. “I didn’t know you could speak Spanish.” you said. “I can’t but i’ve started my Duolingo streak Spanish since yesterday!” she smiled proudly. She made you so happy, she learned Spanish just for you. You were starting to feel thankful for Alexia’s advice.

“I guess i’ll have to learn Dutch now?” you laughed. She nodded her head and offered to learn you Dutch if you gave her some Spanish lessons. It seemed like a pretty good deal.

You started to spend a lot more time with the brunette. She was good company and you actually started to learn Dutch. You planned a trip to The Netherlands together. She would show you the city and her previous club, Ajax.

Everything was going better. You were in a better mental place and physically you were unstoppable. Jonas started to give you a place in the starting lineup almost every game and even the fans started to love you. You even got your very own chant. You were on top of the League and could not be held back any longer, you were finally thriving in London.

Alessia was the only problem keeping you from being fully happy. Even though you only saw her at practice and games she still was being bitter to you. Whenever you were talking to Victoria she took her away from you with some bad excuse. It was hard for you to feel at home in the changing room without Victoria around.

Naturally fans started to speculate about the two of you. They were saying that you were in a relationship with the midfielder and that you’ve been hiding it for a while now. Victoria was a good friend, your bestfriend but that was it. Nothing more. You hadn’t had those sort of feelings since Alessia and they still hadn’t totally gone away. It was shit to still have those feelings for someone who made it very clear she didn’t reciprocate those feelings. So you opted to ignore those feeling all together.

Victoria came over after practice to bake a pie for your upcoming birthday. She told you that she was an absolute pro in baking apple pie but you knew she was lying. No way that the girl that couldn’t even cook rice without burning it can bake an actual good pie.

And just like you had predicted the pie wasn’t really pie-ing. There was flour and cinnamon all over your kitchen and on both of your clothes. “Sukkel!” you shouted at her when she tipped her glass of water off the counter. But you started laughing when she slipped and fell right to the ground that was still covered in white flour.

“Fuck!” she cursed whilst you were trying to hold yourself up while laughing uncontrollably.

The night went by quickly like it always did with the midfielder.

Victoria has been the little light in your dark thoughts and you were so thankful for her but when you bid her goodnight you didn’t expect her to kiss you. She was stood in front of you, in a black hoodie with white spots on it from your kitchen adventure. Her cheeks were red from all the laughing and drinking. And she was leaning in to kiss you.

You didn’t stop her though. And you definitely didn’t stop her when you saw the door across from yours open. You didn’t stop her when blue eyes focused on the two of you. And you didn’t stop when you heard a door shut.

Victoria waved goodbye and you stood still, staring at the two plants placed on the ground in front of you. The ones you had gifted Alessia. They were dead. You were the only one that kept them alive and now they were dead. You failed them.

[fictionfixations]

the dawn knight in place of yuu

MAJOR JP BOOK 7 SPOILERS

(anyway i like calling him the knight of dawn but also thats too many words for a name im going to be repeating a lot throughout this post so dawn knight)

okay so. i was thinking about a fic to write where a character had a part of themselves appear somewhere else? like ive been getting into omniscient reader but i have a diff story im trying to commit to rn so i cant really write something with it when i dont really know shit that happens besides like end game spoilers lOl

but i find the idea of like the 49/51 (?) interesting? i think thats the right numbers. no context to people who dont know what that means but that part broke me even though all i know about omniscient reader is by reading a shit ton of orv fanfiction. my heart man... sob.

but so anyways my mind wandered to the dawn knight

kudos to that like one fic where the dawn knight's soul appeared and attached itself to yuu except i read it when i didnt even know who he was but i thought maybe he was a buddy of lilia so im just reading and getting confused on like no why you no like lilia what (also he doesnt remember iirc and i think that was just like a instinctual feeling cause yknow humans vs fae??) but uh i know context now lMFAO

but like

just imagine this person who looks like silver but blonde. who doesnt remember who he is (as hes kind of more of just a fragment of his soul? but like he appears in NRC and not RSA because he still has a lingering attachment towards silver. wanting to see him grow because he never got the chance to)

who worries over silver

is a little nervous around fae, but maybe this is ooc but like without all the pressure from what the fuck was his name henrik(??) and like the people around him who are all anti-fae, cause he wouldve liked it if they couldve been in peace and stuff yknow? and also without those memories so its not too difficult for him to get past that and see them as people who will probably not harm others (LOOK i just want twst characters to be happy man cause everything is so sad :((( )

anyway lilia has grown since then and doesnt hate humans. maybe he doesnt exactly know how to feel about the dawn knight (UM like cause meleanor. or is it maleanor? i think thats EN spelling but tbh if not for en i wouldnt know how tf to spell it. but uh ykNOW.. he kinda. uh. still killed.)

but then maybe it becomes clear that this dawn knight (who needs an actual name. dawn sounds too on the nose and i dont think lilia associates dawn with positive feelings considering when maleanor died didnt it turn dawn or something. and then they broke down because shes DEAD.???)

is not the same dawn knight he met so long ago.

like

idk

think about it in like a. okay im pulling out honkai star rail examples now. but think of it maybe like dan feng and dan heng where they're like reincarnations of each other? but not the same person? (some people think of them as still the same considering i think(? its been a hot minute since i went through story) those memories of those reincarnations are then shared to other incarnations to help them in high elder duty thingy whatever its called but i think of them as entirely different people who happen to look similar)

i guess you could view it as a 'i once was [this], but now im this and im not the same person who did all those things'

EDIT: I AM WRONG. 2.5 spoilers but its mentioned that someone made dan heng remember his past life so its NOT canon that they remember their past life. "...led her to perform certain healing arts on Dan Heng, who had just finished his hatching rebirth, so that he would regain the memories of his past life?" but anyway thats how it turned out so uh just pretend that i mean reincarnating/past life type deal but stlil having some of those memories of the former life

idk maybe theres some lilia treating him as another son since like. all three of them are orphans who were taken in???? like its implied parallel of lilia being taken in by the mal... dRACONIA family sorry i forgot the last name om. and the dawn knight being taken in by the whoever is in charge. like the dad of henrik(?) and that person whose name i cant remember i think it was leah who the dawn knight liked and married? but so anyway they both got taken in by a family and owe them a debt and fight for them (and care for them. although idk about henrik ew, but he was also like. wanting princess glow(???) which could supposedly grant wishes i think to like cure their ill father, and saying that the dawn knight should do it for leah or something? i cant remember but he convinced him with something something leah)

i dont know where im going with this thought but like. i remember the dawn knight said something like. if things could be different? but like it cant be because they've gone too far now to forgive each other? but like he wanted there to be peace.

i remember thinking about lilia's wish in the wish upon a star event, maybe it was similar i cant recall exactly

Lilia: My wish is... ...for humans, fae, and all other species to live in harmony. [Img of the wishing star] Trey: Haha, wow. That's a pretty ambitious wish. Lilia: To join joyous hands with one another is no simple feat, even for those among the same species... To say nothing of the difficulties across species divides. You've learned about our history, have you not? All the countless tales of our failure to compromise, and the resulting conflicts? I have no desire to see such history repeated. So I make the same wish every Starsending.

like the dawn knight expressed regret that it had to be this way and wanted things to change but it was far too late. but like. he never did that stuff now (well lilia will remember so poor grandpa but. he's also been really forgiving towards humans when doing it for someone? like he endures it? like when he was searching for a way to hatch malleus and these people were really against lilia for being fae when he just existed, and he didnt fight back because it would paint a bad picture for the draconias? there was another example related to silevr but i cant remember it im. not what i was thinking about but theres also when he contemplated killing baby silver but changed his mind because he'd been trying to teach malleus to like. 'walk in time with his neighbor' and so and so and i forgot what he said but that how could he do that when he should be like setting an example for malleus or something right?)

also silver learning who his parents are in a maybe less traumatic way (like NOT running away knowing malleus' mom might die and then oh shit the ceiling collapsed and IS THAT THE ENEMY oh god please dont let malleus' egg be hurt and then he shares the same face as me? and that ring-- cue silver hating himself and being dragged in by darkness and i am just sobbing my eyes out like no silver he loved you so much :((( )

and even if lilia still holds anything against the dawn knight. still has lingering feelings even towards this not-dawn knight. that he wouldnt want to condemn the dawn knight, and then have silver condemn himself for being of that blood even though he didnt even do anything yknow?

and then when lilia dies he can meet up with the ghosts of maleanor and raverne (is that spelled right? i genuinely cant remember the EN spelling but it was something like that. uhh.??) and i know thats sad but i want lilia to be able to spend more time with maleanor and raverne too yknow? but im not sure how to do that

maybe. like the. the the . council? i cant remember its name fshuidfh but those assholes who appeared when we made it to. blackscale(?) castle... ? i. forgor. maleficia(THATS GRANDMA RIGHT?? i get so confused by who is who in draconia) castle??

but like when we get there with malleus' egg and then maleanor dies

and theres just these voices of long dead old geezers who are bitches to lilia and i hate them and i dont know how they're still there and can talk but i dont want maleanor there because they're horrible. also they literally said her sacrifice was like noble or some shit like that and im just like BITCH- (also lilia is banned from the capital or something isnt he?? like i mean he can still visit the castle. but secretly. but still :( )

so i just think.

fully getting over stuff. heart demons. talking things out. lilia gets to talk about stuff for the first time in awhile (remember when like literally no one talked about the circumstances regarding malleus' birth or something so silver and sebek just had no idea what they were getting into??? and like i guess he could talk to baul? baur? idk which one is the one on EN i forgor. but idk man.)

not-dawn knight being a really good listener. being understanding, sharing his input where appropriate. and like he also gets some of his memories which put a lot of things into proper context. and so sharing thoughts of so and so. and just. basically this talk that spirals into moving on.

sharing frustrations, sharing things that never really got to be known.? like regrets, etc etc

since i think the last time they met was when silver father reveal, and time passed and he died so its just all these lingering things that never got to be said out loud for various reasons. like maybe because company is against so and so so to say something would be like idk maybe traitorous? i dont think thats the right word but words are hard and i keep forgetting words the moment i need them

its like. the unique point of view of talking about things between former enemies. like how they viewed things, etc etc

and then when lilias lived a full life, no regrets, he meets maleanor and raverne in the afterlife.

oh yeah also about his dorm i have no fucking idea. i honestly mostly forgot what each dorm represents but either ramshackle or diasomnia, which i know is like nobility or something? but anyway dawn knight married a princess, also i associate diasomnia with fae / briar valley which is related considering hes book 7 stuff so im pushing him there anyway

or maybe the mirror cant read him because his soul is fragmented. or maybe retcon and his soul isnt like that? idk but i like to think the other part of his soul is in the afterlife with his wife yknow? and eventually silver will be there and able to meet his mom and huggies, and acknowledging that these are who his parents are, but also that lilia is also his parent and the one who raised him yknow? there can be more than two parents in my eyes.

its just that his soul is like in half because of the part of him that wants to have seen silver grown. i think i said this earlier in the post but that since the last time he saw silver was as an infant (also he had blonde hair so-)

also wasnt infant silver asleep for like hundreds of years until it was either because someone who loved him came by (lilia) or because the spell finally wore off (which is what lilia thinks. i dont know where to put my two cents at tbh of which i think is right)

so dawn knight just sitting there in the afterlife like. ..man. my childs still not here. i mean. thats a good thing that they're not dead but like. i kinda wanna see them.

or well silvers the only one so i should be saying he but gidfhuj

also it was either leah or leia i am a dumbass? maybe leah was the EN one. idk i forgot.

anyway thats enough yapping for me

[angstics]

nonsense deadpool & wolverine rant

ive been talking about deadpool 3 for days over on twitter -- which is a lot for a movie i was meh about and will forget in 2 weeks (like i have all other deadpool films). BUT i like thinking about how gay ppl & themes are treated in popular film and this is probably going to be the biggest "gay themed" film this year ... which is sad considering this is the year of 2 luca guadagnino films and monkey man and tv glow et al. anyhow. this was a big hit in fandom -- which should not be a surprise considering the mcu and comics fandoms. the "this was sooooo gay" response has been irritating, and so has the counter-argument. the text may not be a gay text but it DOES use gay elements in its text. like Obviously so. to the point that it's hard to discern whether it's appropriation or meaningful, a homophobic joke or somewhat earnest... and why???

part of it will always be the comic characterization of deadpool as a hypersexual pansexual freak who sexually harasses men because that has been deemed highlarious. there's at least one joke recycled (about being tied up together and getting an erection), replacing spiderman in the comics with wolverine in the movie. i can easily see straight men playing these jokes with each other -- i probably have on youtube. this is what makes the "you cant deny this is gay" thing fandom people say sooooooooooooooooooo annoying -- HOMOSEXUAL encounters are not limited to people with THE GAY GENE. straight men sexually harass their friends ("friends") all the time. allllll the time. what makes someone (and a relationship) gay is intention and affection and desire and identity and cultural place -- and a billion other things. there are many movies about two men (and less about two women) who everyone sees as super gay... defiant ones (1958) comes to mind since i recently was reminded of it. heat 1995, thelma & louise 1991. dead poets society 1989 also comes to mind. but no one Serious is claiming this is the dominant (as in "common") reading or INTENDED meaning -- no one is saying these are gay characters in gay relationships. they arent like fried green tomatoes 1991 or midnight cowboy 1969 or rebel without a cause 1955, where it was verifiably gay in some way.

there's a phenomena where a character / relationship (probably) wasnt supposed to be gay, but it came off that way UNDENIABLY because they borrowed too much from gay experiences -- like scream 1992, or very commonly in terms of trans experiences: psycho 1960, silence of the lambs 1991, synecdoche new york 2008. and fraiser lol. Every movie is different and has a different way of doing things which result in different suggestions and conclusions and interpretations and impacts. Big surprise.

deadpool 3 obscures these boundaries in this new pseudo-progressive age. but it is still inaccurate to pretend it was "gay coding" -- as in they were hiding a gay story via Big Subtext and using a straight story to sell a gay movie (which i have seen suggested the use of DP's ex). i cant fucking believe we're still doing destiel conspiracies. im sure stucky had a similar reaction this deadpool ship has (and the spideypool ship), but i think it is understood that Steve Whatshisname wasnt and would never be gay (Bucky could be, he has time).

the misunderstanding comes in the blurring. it's like in the middle of a political compass. ok fine i made one

some moments obviously meant to evoke a gay spirit: bar scene, car scene, madonna scene, "introducing the boyfriend" scene, the Appreciation of the Male Body & Fighting as Fucking theme (note that DP's lesbians were just standing there in 2 scenes?)

Deadpool (and Wolverine) really are pan: an alternate Wolverine is in love w the Mythic Hercules in a comic series (and maybe Cyclops? Subtextually? Throupley?). deadpool is well known in comics, but he does off-hand talk about having non-vaginal sex (? or masturbating?) in this movie

what is romantic is defined by DP's LI: the movie cant hide behind everything being a joke when it has a guiding emotional core consisting of DP's lost (female) love, who he can express affection and attraction to in both serious and comedic contexts

No honest romantic or sexual tension: i have seen movies with subtextual / coded tension and this doesnt have it. it's no popped champagne bottle, or face caressed in blood. there is also no story. i havent mentioned this yet but this movie has a really lackluster story between dp & wolverine that doesnt allow for much interpretation even in a platonic or narrative sense

all these things are true at once, and ignoring one aspect for another doesnt make sense of the film (and characters and audience reaction) as a whole. at the end of the day............. it doesnt matter........ i only really care about being accurate and respecting film history & gay history & continuing to call for gay gay gay stories in popular film. dp3 made a lot of gay jokes that were genuinely unexpected, so it isnt LE FOU 2. but it isnt the end of the line. this was a good thread that described the split well

[conspicuous-clown-car]

lemme ramble for a bit

so i have this story in my head of my self insert and the bs they go through while working at the pizzaplex for like 2 years as a night guard

and originally they were gonna die at the end of it before the events of security breach, smth about them finally getting what they wanted bc that’s one of the reasons they wanted to work there in the first place. but i thought that was way too sad, despite, yknow, it being a horror and if i was in their place id definitely be dead before then. plus there are some things worse than death in the fnaf universe. so i decided to veer away from angst for this story and go for a more thriller horror (maybe psychological) type thing yknow? makes it more fun

THEN i was like yo what if ghosts kids start haunting them to help them find their killer and there’s like 1 for each pizzaplex animatronic (excluding freddy and roxy bc they got gregory and cassie). and it could be super angsty bc 2 of the kids were inadvertently killed because of moon and one was killed by moon, and my s/i is super close with moon right? so it would be like a moral dilemma, bc they want to help the kids but they still want to be friends with moon, but they’re also horrified that he killed a kid. and my s/i would start dreaming and sleepwalking, forced by the ghost kids to relive their deaths to try and find who killed them. but then i started thinking about the timeline of that, and it would mean moon would’ve had the virus or whatever years before this story takes place, which isn’t what i wanted nor did it make sense. so after a while i was just like nahhhh, and it didn’t really mesh well with the story of security breach anyways, its more sci-fi than supernatural now, and including the ghost kids would just be too much crammed into self insert story i have. the kids designs im still gonna use tho lol

NOW after getting back into fnaf after like a few months of not really caring about the lore, i’ve been watching more theory videos and book summaries and stuff like that and it made me shift my whole view on security breach’s story

so i’ve decided that i wanna stick as close to canon lore as possible and make gregory and vanessa/vanny more present and important. i want to focus more on the issues with ai, and show the slow downfall and problems with depending solely on them. i also need to figure out why my self insert has plot armor bc anyone in their situation would’ve been fired or killed by now (i don’t have to stick that close to canon for this i guess). but im just gonna justify it as they’re a pushover who doesn’t ask any questions and just does what they’re told, which is pretty much what got the other employees fired or killed bc they did the opposite (they’re also a huge nerd about robots so they end up being good friends with all the animatronics which is a HUGE plot point in this story, friendship is the real magic love conquers all etc. etc.) don’t get me wrong, they are fully aware of how wrong things are in the pizzaplex and how some things vanessa has told them don’t add up, but they are a good little employee (they are a severe people pleaser) so they feign ignorance to it all.

my self insert being autistic and having adhd is also a big thing i wanna include, bc there’s some really specific shit about their autism that would affect how they survive and stuff. things like trauma responses, masking, unmasking, meltdowns, and shutdowns that will affect their relationships with the others and will domino affect over time and lead to them surviving. idk ive just been thinking a lot lately about social interactions and experiences i have that are negatively or positively impacted specifically because of my autism. choices choices

i also want to make sure that it’s clear how neglected all the animatronics are. not just the dca since it is intended to be a s/i x sun and moon story. but there’s a lot of issues the in game messages have talked about with the animatronics that seem to happen because no one is bothering to help them. they just put a bandaid on a situation but they don’t fix the root problem yknow. also, my s/i doesn’t think the animatronics are sentient at first, and i want that to be a big thing that gets explored several times throughout the story bc i love thinking about robot sentience.

at first i was gonna have monty sort of start to be nice to my s/i, and maybe they could be friends or even have a sibling type relationship (red hair lol) but then i was like nah, monty being an asshole is what makes his character interesting. plus his behavior is a nice contrast from the rest of the band. though i think it would be funny for some characters to think monty is my s/i’s favorite at first bc their hair is dyed red

i also want sun and moon to be as close to canon as possible. while i love love LOVE pretty much every dca x reader fic i ever read, i have a preference for canon depictions of sun and moon lol. no hate to fanon depictions of sun when i say this, but ive been lost in the sauce of fanon sun for too long, and i wanna make him passive aggressive, and sarcastic, and picky, and fussy!! but still an anxious wreck and a people pleaser perfectionist. i’ll admit im still struggling with this. it was kinda hard to get a gauge on his personality at first because until help wanted 2 we had only seen how he interacts with kids. and even though in universe that isn’t the real sun it’s the only indication we have of how he interacts with adults, so im taking it. moon is still gonna be mischievous, creepy as hell, and won’t talk much, but he’s not gonna be killin anyone (yet), he’s just gonna be kind of a stalker lol. also the dca and freddy have beef for some reason, it’s a personal head canon of mine but im adding it to this story hehe

lots of physical injuries, several concussions, a migraine so bad they loose the ability to communicate properly (smth i experience) will all happen to them, bc i am throwing them through the ringer. they will be stressed more often than not. get projected on idiot (i say that as if this isn’t my self insert and is literally me)

tbh this story would mostly be just a slice of life, shenanigan, character driven thing for most of it. but then little things brought up in the past will become important to the plot later on.

like how copyright music can’t be played in front of any of the animatronics or else they will freak out :]

that’s all lol

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Word Count: 6,297

Chapter Summary : This was all very unlike you as of the past few years. Your normal now was the smart, innocent, safe girl; you were sick and fucking tired of it, ready to unleash the worst parts of yourself.

Characters in this chapter :Toji Fushiguro, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Megumi Fushiguro, Reader

Synopsis: As you stood there, caught in his gaze, you couldn't help but wonder if there was something more between you and Toji than just a case of mistaken emotions. Could it be that the attraction & connection between you was too strong to resist? Or would you have to fight your feelings and stay loyal to a Megumi who has been cheating on you with your bestfriend, no matter how hard it may be?

Warnings: 18+ MDNI ! Female reader, cheating, squirting, orgasm, toxicity , corruption kink, daddy k!nk, size k!nk, praise, fingering, toxicity, yandere behavior, PORN WITH A PLOT! DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

♡Authors Note: Yes there is smut in this chapter, although it is going to continue over into the next chapter!! I will eventually update the warnings section for each chapter but as of now it will remain the same. Please remember with is porn with a plot. ♡ IF YOU WANT TO BE IN THE TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES REPLY TO THIS AND LET ME KNOW OR PUT IT IN MY ASK BOX

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18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The interior of your car shook violently with the bass of your music that was currently playing at max volume as you sped down the road , swerving in and out of cars in your way. 

The leather on the steering wheel made a crackling noise due to the sheer pressure your fingers were squeezing it with, think about the fight you just got in with your father. 

He had a tendency to get pissed when you dressed up , something about how your ‘whore of a mother used to dress like that before she disappeared’  and here you were; a black mini dress with no bra underneath, fishnets on your legs, and matching black stilettos just to spite him.

And to add a cherry on top you had dyed your hair red , the shade of red resembling blood.

This was all very unlike you as of the past few years. Your normal now was the smart, innocent, safe girl; you were sick and fucking tired of it, ready to unleash the worst parts of yourself.

If your boyfriend didn't think you were sexy, you were determined to make sure every single person who saw you tonight thought it instead.

 It was nearly 11 at night, nobody was answering the numerous calls you spammed them with; specifically your best friends Nobara, and Yuta.

The pint of sake was in your hand, coming up to your lips occasionally for a swig as you drove thoughtlessly, your mind raced to try to identify that perfume. You couldn't quite place it, but it was definitely a familiar scent. 

Suddenly, a memory flashed in your mind - it was the same perfume that your best friend had been wearing when you last saw her. Your heart sank as you realized what that could mean.

Hot tears began streaming down your face as you drove through the downtown streets, clubs, and bars lit up the area. 

Saturday nights always caused this area to boom with life, while you felt your own lifeforce draining. 

An all too familiar metallic taste permeated your senses before you clicked on the interior light and glanced up into the rearview mirror, only for the reflection to reveal blood tickling down the corner of your lip.

Anger, sadness, confusion,  fucking rage had built up to the point you had gnawed the inside of your cherry glossed lip bloody.

With a grunt you turned into some high-end club and casino parking garage, going up a few levels before choosing to park on the floor that only had no other cars.

The car shifted into park and as if on cue, your phone buzzed against your thigh.

A few more gulps were taken from the bottle before you reluctantly lifted the phone expecting to see a message from Yuta , Nobara (even though you already knew you had to get revenge on her some how), or even Megumi. 

But to your surprise, it was a text from Toji.

"I know today was confusing and I don't want to pressure you, but do you wanna do something fun, take your mind off of everything?" 

Fuck yes you did. 

You read the message over and over, your heart racing. You knew that this was dangerous, that it could ruin everything. 

But you couldn't help the yearning that ran through your body at the thought of exploring this strange connection with Toji.

Despite the fact that you were Megumi's girlfriend, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper under Toji's spell.

"Yeah, I'm kinda stuck in a parking garage right now though. I’ll drop a pin.”

you typed back while drunken butterflies fluttered around in your tummy and then dropped a pin on the location, sharing it to Toji. 

In your backseat was a black furr coat that Megumi had gotten you for your 4 year anniversary. Fingers raked through the soft fur before putting it on. 

The tears that wetted your cheeks were dabbed away, and makeup was applied to your face with urgency to cover up any redness. 

All that hurt and betrayal being forced deep inside of you and bottled up for now. Besides , your brain had a way of turning sadness into anger , which would likely come in handy over the next few days. 

A scream left your throat when a series of 3 rapid knocks were tapped on your window. 

Nearly giving yourself whiplash from the speed at which your head spun to find Toji standing there wearing a devious smirk.

A palm pressed against your chest to keep your heart from leaping out. But you returned the same type of dark smirk as he opened the car door for you. 

"That was fast!" Your expression was adorable to Toji, and you took his extended hand to get out. 

Little did you know that he had arrived so fast was because he had been following you this entire time, you should really start turning your location sharing off.

When you reached back to grab your purse and wallet he tsked at you, a gentle grip on your wrist. Toji raised a brow and chuckled.

"You're not spending your money…tonight's my treat." 

Guilt slightly prickled at you, Toji could be so damn stubborn, your eyes trying to break down his motive while his scanned the skimpy garments that clung against your curvaceous figure.

“Hmmf, fine. I’ll just owe ya one” you slurred while forcing a smile , trying to play it cool.

When you thought about it you realized you never asked Toji or Megumi what Tojis's job was specifically, you only knew he owned a VERY successful company.

 For days, sometimes weeks he would be gone on business trips. Spending money on you really wouldn’t put a dent in his bank account, although you didn’t know that.

Toji had parked his black Porsche nearby, and you found yourself staring at it, swaying slightly as the alcohol began to take its toll. 

Toji noticed and quickly notched his arm around your waist to steady you, his nose picking up the scent of sake emanating from you.

"Let's go, I'm driving. You've been a bad girl," he said in a playfully stern tone before tsking again, tugging you gently towards the car , using the opportunity of helping you inside to feel you up just a little. 

You couldn't help but feel a clenching in your stomach at the sound of his voice, and the warmth of his hands exploring your body only made it worse.

As he settled into the driver's seat you released a gasp at the feeling of his hand resting dangerously close to your clothed cunt, the two of you making brief eye contact once he felt your thighs clench.

Toji raised a brow at you as a bottom lip slid between your teeth you remembering the events of earlier, and you were completely dedicated to really breaking free tonight. 

You wanted to lose your virginity and losing it to your boyfriends’ father would be the ultimate revenge on Megumi.

This was a dangerous game but the drunken part of your brain figured Toji would be amenable to whatever antics you would throw his way. 

Toji was working his brain thinking of an appropriate place to take you yet it just kept telling him to pull into some dark alleyway and absolutely ruin you for Megumi or any other man you’d ever sleep with, but before those thoughts could come to fruition his phone went off.

The movement he made was meant to seem like he was just shifting to get more comfortable , but he was really covertly checking the messages to see that a business partner needed him to meet up.

His stress level was immediately on level 10, should he really take you to the Underground? A place where other people in his ‘profession’ met up, it was neutral territory for criminals. 

Not to mention that Toji had played a part in funding the project of building that sinful place.

A place that had an underground casino, strip club, brothel,hotel, and more. Better yet it was located directly next to a large theme park , so people would just assume the large place was part of the park.

One of the most atrocious places hidden in plain sight.

Technically you would be safe there. Toji would always keep you safe although the definition of safe might be different than your version. 

But he would be exposing himself as a man who ran an empire that dealt fire arms, drugs, and even human trafficking. 

Though after all this time he’s spent with you , the dedication he held for you would allow him to take a leap of faith. 

If anything he could just give you something to forget tonight ever happened, but absolutely nothing would take you away from him, not even you.

The sake had you resting your head against the window as he started the car and pulled out of the parking garage the sound of the revving motor filling the air. You leaned back into the seat, letting out a sigh as you closed your eyes, feeling the cool air from the air conditioning blowing onto your face.

Toji glanced over at you briefly as you connected your phone to the cars bluetooth, you favorite playlist playing and you humming along.

You were an adorable little mess sitting there looking like you were straight out of a playboy magazine . 

It made Toji run his hand further up your thigh before hooking his index finger through the crotch area of your panties, smirking at the wetness of the material and how you wriggled around in your seat whining his name, telling him to stop even though you wanted the complete opposite, you wanted more. 

My god did it make him rock fuckin solid underneath his business suit.

“Darling , I know you’re a bit drunk. We’re going to have a good time tonight s’you can forget about all the bullshit lately-” this is how people always sounded when they were trying to calm you before the storm. 

“Y/n, I trust you with my life.” A bold statement you thought to yourself, but it caught your attention. “I need to take care of something for work, and I trust that you’ll keep it to yourself?”

“Of course, Toji.” you replied instantly and giggled a bit at the tickle of his fingertips. 

“Nobody will question you , but you need to …fit in. Think you can pretend to be my fiance?” Toji swallowed a mouthful of spit and looked over to see you smirking at him. It wasn’t to often that he seen ‘this’ side of you. 

Maybe if you pretended to be his fiance for a while , eventually you’d just accept it to be the truth. 

“So i’m Y/N Fushiguro?” You playfully quipped by using your fake new name, enjoying how it made him react. 

“Soon to be” he winked and pressed harder on the gas . “I’ll be honest , babygirl…this place isn’t normal in any sense . There are a lot of dangerous people”

A frown tugged at the corners of your mouth , feeling a knot form in your stomach as he spoke. And then, in a moment of vulnerability and intoxication, you confessed, "I'm an addict in recovery."

The words came out before you could stop them, and you immediately regretted letting your guard down. You looked at Toji, hoping he wouldn't judge you for your past.

Toji took a moment to process your confession, his expression unreadable. He wanted you to feel comfortable with him, but he couldn't deny the thought that getting you high might make you more susceptible to his charms. However, he pushed that morbid idea aside.

Your brows furrowed at his silence, cocking a look at him while trying decipher his reaction.

"I had no idea, but I did find your pills earlier," he admitted, his voice calm but firm.

“Fuckin hell-” You let out a groan, running your hand over your face. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I kept them."

Toji nodded understandingly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. He knew why you had them, he knew you were close to a relapse. "It's okay. I’ve got you no matter what, I’m not going anywhere.” Toji had never spoken a sentence more true than this.

Toji was determined to make sure you were comfortable, but he also knew that it was time for you to learn the extent of his criminal behavior and he would make sure that you would learn to be okay with it if you weren’t at first , even if that meant making you a criminal yourself.

Afterall , he had to do that to Megumi . Another thing you never knew of. 

It might be easier to get you hooked to him if he got you high. Tojis eye twitched a bit at such a morbid thought but left it as a viable option.

“We are about to pull up to the underground though just remember to stay in character," he said before continuing, "a lot of us go by codenames here. I guess we can just call you-"

You interrupted him before he could finish his sentence, your eyes widening with excitement. "Hellfire," you said, giving him your nickname and codename. Of course you've heard of the Underground, you'd spent a lot of time around drug dealers and users alike. 

Toji raised an eyebrow at your quick response, impressed by your assertiveness. "Hellfire, huh? I like it," he said with a smirk but asked himself why it sounded so familiar. 

"You know, you might just fit in here after all. Such a bad girl sometimes" 

before you could react to his words you let out a lewd high pitched gasp, feeling the stinging impact of his hand slapping your clothed pussy harshly before retracting it.

How the hell did everything this man do say and say feel SO GOOD?!

A few minutes later the car approached the gates, a man dressed in all black came up to Toji's side of the window. Toji rolled it down and quickly flashed his ID to the man, who nodded and stepped aside to allow them to pass through. Now it was time to enter the Underground. 

The place looks like it could belong to some type of billionaire. Fountains and intricate stone statues decorate the well-kept garden. You couldn't help but stare in awe as the car made its way through the winding pathways.

You could only imagine how amazing the view must be from one of the highest floors of the building, especially when the sky turns a beautiful shade of orange as the day bleeds into the night.

It was like stepping into a completely different world, one where money, violence, and power ruled.

Ironically they had an actual underground parking garage where Toji found his usual spot before turning the vehicle off.

Toji turned to you. "Remember, don't act like a nervous. Act like you belong here, like you belong to me.  And keep your eyes open if you’re ever by yourself. You never know who might be watching." 

Tojis's hand found itself at the back of your head, his lips making contact with yours , he let out a desperate groan at the taste of your cherry-flavored lips .

With that, he got out of the car and opened the door for you. “Ready, Hellfire?” Toji eyed you up and down, his eyes were consuming every ounce of you and getting some pretty intrusive thoughts as he helped you out of the car.

Toji took out his phone and sent a quick text to someone while you were busy taking in your surroundings. You realized how the air was thick with the scent of cigarettes and exhaust fumes You followed Toji across the dimly lit interior of the building.

The two of you were connected hand in hand, your heels clicking against the pavement as you began walking with him toward the elevator. This entire thing seemed surreal.

The elevator was made with glass walls, allowing you to see the different floors as the elevator ascended, The view from the glass walls was incredible, with each floor revealing a new level of opulence and extravagance yet the different floors contained taboo and some illegal activities.

The intricate decor and expensive furnishings were unlike anything you had ever seen before. You couldn’t help but be awestruck at the types of things you were seeing, Toji wrapped his arm around your waist after noticing the amusing look on your face. 

It was both comforting and intimidating to be in the presence of such wealth and power.

The beaming smile was now directed toward him, your heart nearly jumped from your chest as he leaned down to kiss you passionately. Little did you know that during the distraction, he placed your bag of pills back into the purse that hung over your shoulder.

As the elevator doors opened, Toji pulled away from the kiss and led you out into a spacious and luxuriously decorated lobby. You looked around in amazement, taking in the high ceilings, marble floors, and intricate chandeliers hanging overhead.

Toji whisked you away to the front desk, where he flashed his charming smile and smoothly requested a key. The receptionist addressed him by name, he clearly frequents this place. She promptly handed him a sleek card, and Toji wasted no time taking your hand

"Excited to see the room, my dear?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mischievous tone.

You eagerly nodded, unable to contain the mix of emotions and alcohol coursing through you. Toji's confidence and easy charm made it easy to put your trust in him, even as he led you to the unknown.

Within moments, you arrived at the room, and Toji deftly used the keycard to open the door. The sight before you was breathtaking - a spacious, lavishly decorated suite that seemed to stretch on forever. You couldn't help but gasp in awe, marveling at the intricate details and luxurious furnishings.

Toji chuckled at your stunned expression. "Impressive, isn't it? But don't worry, we're just dropping off your belongings for now. We'll come back later to really enjoy it," he said, leading you inside.

The two of you made quick work stowing away your things, everything except for your phone which you popped into your purse before you followed Toji out of the room, eager to see what the rest of the night had in store for you.

Toji took your hand, leading you a few floors down only to step out of the stairwell into a dimly lit hallway. You could hear the sound of music and laughter coming from behind a closed door at the end of the hall.

"This is the place," Toji said, gesturing towards the door. with a backpack rattling on his back.

You looked up at him nervously, "I don’t even wanna ask what’s behind that door."

Toji gave you a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

He led you to the door and knocked three times before it was opened by a tall, muscular man with tattoos covering his arms.

"Hey, Toji. Come on in," the man said, giving you a curious look.

Toji stepped inside and you followed closely behind, feeling a bit uneasy. The room was filled with people, all of them drinking and doing drugs of their choice to loud music. 

Toji led you to a glass-walled room that had a small table in the corner, one clearly made for people who needed to do business in quiet, and before you could say a word, a woman was setting drinks on the table for the both of you.

As you sipped on your drink getting even more drunk, you couldn't help but feel out of place. You had tried to put this lifestyle behind you but this was a whole new level, this was so elegant that it almost felt okay. 

Everyone in this place seemed to know each other, and you felt like an outsider. Not only that but you REALLY wanted to get high now. 

Toji noticed your discomfort and leaned in close to you, "Don't worry, I'm here with you. Just relax and enjoy the night. A few associates of mine is going to be coming over in a moment, so just breathe and drink." he said with a smile before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Toji was running one of his hands up and down your thigh, and with each stroke, he seemed to get closer to your panties. Just like a good girl, you sipped your drink, letting out an occasional moan that made Toji give you a certain look and visibly tense up. 

Just as you started to feel more at ease, the door opened and revealed two men; Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo. 

Toji's grip on your waist tightened as he felt your body tense up, almost protectively, as Satoru approached with a grin on his face. 

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Hellfire. It's been too long," he said, his eyes lingering on you.

Dread washed over you as you took a sip of your drink, trying to compose yourself, but Satoru's greeting made you choke on it, drawing unwanted attention to yourself.

The sound of a thudding smack echoed in the room as Sugurus hand made contact with the back of Gojos head, a warning for him to shut up but he was clearly intoxicated.

“Shut the hell up and sit down Gojo.” Geto hissed as he pulled a chair out across from you and Toji, taking a seat and setting a briefcase on the table.

Toji glanced at you, confusion written all over his face as Satoru called out your supposed code name, unsure how one of his associates knew it. 

You could feel Toji's tension growing as he tried to piece together the situation, and you knew you had to act quickly to avoid any further complications. 

"I need another drink." you said, forcing a smile as you tapped the side of the empty glass. As you went to stand Tojis hand forced you back down, instead he looked to Satoru. 

“Go get her another drink since you know her so well.” The words were laced with condescension. Satoru nodded his head and flashed a grin as he went to do as told.

Suguru cleared his throat, shifting the conversation back to business. "We have some important matters to discuss," he said, giving Toji a meaningful look , his gaze flickering to you briefly with a questioning look on his face.

Toji nodded, his grip on your waist finally loosening as he turned his attention to his business partner. You let out a sigh of relief, grateful that the focus was off of you for the moment because the alcohol was beginning to ravage your mind.

As the conversation shifted back to business you tuned it out and you took the opportunity to breathe and gather your thoughts. Despite your best attempts at not listening you quickly found out the specifics of what kind of business Toji was involved in, and it made your stomach churn.

This means that the drugs you got off of Suguru were drugs he had gotten from Toji.

Satoru returned with your drink, placing it in front of you with a smirk. You forced a smile as the sound broke you from your current thoughts. It felt heavenly as you began taking a sip and trying to ignore his presence. 

You leaned back in your seat, observing the three men as they talked in hushed tones. 

The way they looked at each other, the subtle gestures they made, all hinted at a level of familiarity that you couldn't quite grasp. And it was seeming like the conversation lasted hours, you had already finished 3 more drinks that Satoru had faithfully fetched for you like a trained dog.

But as the conversation continued, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't quite right. The room felt too small, your brain felt muddy.

It was like being in the middle of a puzzle and not having all the pieces to put it together.

As Toji and Suguru delved even deeper into their business discussion, stacks of money and bags filled with illicit substances were scattered across the table.

You tried to distract yourself by sipping on your drink and looking around the room. But your mind kept drifting to Satoru, who was now sitting a few seats away, eyeing you with a familiar hunger in his eyes.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, knowing that he had tried to pursue you romantically and rather aggressively in the past. And now, with Toji being none the wiser about your history with Satoru, you couldn't help but wonder if he would try something again.

Toji infact was so focused on the discussion that he didn’t notice you stand up and slip out of the room, turning a corner and stumbling a few feet into the empty hall so that you’d be out of sight. 

As if reading your thoughts, Satoru secretly followed behind you, his feet stopping directly in front of you.

Truthfully some part of you knew that there was something besides alcohol in those drinks, the room was swaying intensely. 

Satoru leaned over and whispered in your ear, "You look beautiful tonight, Hellfire. It's been too long since we last saw each other."

“I-it hasn’t been long’nuff” With a deep breath you internally scolded yourself for even getting up. Satoru's advances were not something you wanted to deal with, especially not tonight.

You tried to step away from him, but your legs were unsteady, and you stumbled, your back hitting the wall. Satoru took advantage of your vulnerability, pressing his body closer to yours and running his hand up your thigh.

"Stop it," you slurred, trying to push him away, but he was too strong.

"Just relax, Hellfire. It's just like old times except i’ll finally get what i’m owed," he whispered, moving his lips closer to yours.

But before he could forcibly kiss you, there was a loud banging on the wall. "Gojo what the fuck are you doing?!” Toji's voice boomed through the hall.

You let out a sigh of relief as Satoru backed away from you, giving you a sly grin before raising his arms in defeat. Toji rushed to you, his expression filled with concern as he saw you slumped against the wall.

"Are you okay? What happened?" he asked, his eyes scanning your body for any signs of harm.

You shook your head, trying to clear the fog in your mind. "I'm fine. I just needed some air," you lied, not wanting to worry him. But Toji wasn’t an idiot, he could tell you were drugged and knew Satoru goddamn Gojo was trying to take you.

Toji's grip on your arm tightened as he pulled you up from the floor. "Let's get out of here. I think it's time we called it a night. Satoru if you ever put a finger on my Fiance again I will fuckin kill you." he said, his voice firm.

Suguru was eyeing Gojo with a glare that could burn a hole through him as Toji and you walked away “Wonder what Megumi is gonna think when he finds out his girlfriend is apparently his dads Fiance.” Satoru uttered under his breath.

Toji carried you bridal style back to the extravagant room , the entire time you just kept slurring your words and falling in and out of consciousness. The only thing that made you wake up a bit was the feeling of plush blankets that made contact with your back as Toji laid you on the bed. 

He wanted to pull you out of your current catatonic state, breaking every moral boundary he had set, a vial and tiny little spoon was pulled from the bedside table, sighing as he held it up to your nose.

It must have been muscle memory because you sniffed the contents up your nose harshly, and your eyes blinked hard a few times in a row as the drugs took effect. 

"You're safe now," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple before taking a seat near the end of the bed. "I won't let anything happen to you." Dilated pupils were fixed on Toji, a sly smile playing at your lips.

With a few adjustments and movements, you had removed your heels and were on your hands and knees crawling toward Toji. He bit his lip at the sight , the way your dress had rode up and how the fishnets clung to your legs .

You leaned into him letting your head fall onto his lap while savoring the warmth of his embrace and the scent of his cologne.

As you looked up at him with a playful glint in your eyes, a mischievous thought crossed your mind 

“I’m still a virgin in my 20’s” you blurted out your confession before shrieking with laughter. Oh, the boundaries you were crossing tonight.

Toji's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered, a smirk forming on his lips. "Is that so?" he teased, leaning in closer to you. "Well, don't worry. I can help you with that, if you want." Toji figured as much 

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks, but you couldn't deny the rush of excitement that his words sparked within you. With a nod, you leaned in to meet his lips, eager to explore the uncharted territory of intimacy behind oral and hand stuff you’d done with Megumi.

 Toji was quick to pull his phone out and connect to a speaker , letting music play, more specifically your playlist, and you were too busy pulling your dress off .

When he turned back to you he found you with a bare chest, pierced nipples pebbled and only those fishnets with panties underneath that read ‘Daddys Girl’  sitting with your legs tucked to the side , only propped up by your arm. 

His eyes traversed the contours of your face, stopping at your eyes. Looking into them, drinking the emotions that resided within them, he read you like the open book you’d become. You, on the other hand, saw the look in his eyes was animalistic, the half-lidded, manic mist which descended upon his very form. His touch trailed down your cheek, your throat, then stopped at your collarbones , a shiver running through you. 

Toji stood up and fixed himself a drink , knowing damn well that you were looking at him , confused, as he finished it quickly. The song had ended and during the brief period before the next started, the sound of your stifled breath filled the room.

“Y’sure you’re ready for this?” he questioned . His tone was different than you’d ever heard. It was as if someone else , someone evil had possessed him. Your observations would prove to be correct , his mind had finally snapped and he wanted to absolutely destroy you, make you his.

“Y-yes..” you hesitated but affirmed you did in fact still want him to free you from the mental restraints your virginity imposed upon you , and seek revenge against Megumi. 

His shirt became unbuttoned to reveal and extremely toned and muscular upper body before walking over to the bed , in front of you. 

Shaky hands of yours moved up to his pants ,the sound of his zipper coming undone by you made your stomach clench, tighten. With a shallow sigh, Toji felt freed of his garments and held his length in his large, willing hand.

Your heart stopped. He was huge - long and thick and painful, veins bulging along his shaft, leading to his throbbing, leaking, bulbous tip. You could just already tell he was going to struggle fitting it all in. 

The image of him growing impatient and slamming into you flashed in your mind. Your heart stuttered, a simultaneously tepid and baltic feeling washed through you.

“Mmh, can’t wait to see you try and take me,” Toji said, voice thick and dark, yet seductive in a fucked up way. Toji had gone through your laptop on days when you and Megumi weren’t home, he memorized the type of porn you watched and he wanted to give you exactly that.

“Be rough with me.” your lip quivered just the slightest bit , making your facade of confidence falter .

“Whats my name?” Toji crooked this thumb and index finger under your chin , forcing your to look up at him.

You paused a moment “Toji..” and then felt his other hand come up and smack your cheek hard enough the feel a sting , you moaned at it and tears prickled along your lash line.

“Try again , babygirl.”

“D-daddy?” Toji smoothed his thumb over the pinked mark on your cheek.

“Good girl.” he cooed “that's the only thing you’re allowed to call me tonight.” fingers raking through your hair . You felt instant gratification, this is what drugs felt like the first time ; you couldn’t help but make the comparison. 

Before you could get a word out Toji had pushed two of his fingers in your mouth , instinctively you began sucking on them drawing a string of praises from him , him free hand pressed you to lie flat on your back.

The fingers were removed with an audible pop “That was so goddamn sexy , babygirl.” he growled “Need to get these off before we start.” 

You wondered how he’d do it, with scissors, or bare hands–From beneath the bed, concealed, Toji withdrew a knife; thick, military and real. You gasped, tears clinging to your periphery as you felt the stimulants wearing off , the downers seeping back in and rendering you to jelly again ; useless.

 Toji’s head tilted as he poised the tip of the knife to your throat and dragged it, slowly, down the expanse of your abdomen. You tried not to breathe - tried to prevent any unwanted movement that would give the blade a chance to penetrate your skin. 

Toji‘s eyes trailed the blade. His breath shuttered as the tip came to the waistband of your fishnets. The holster of the blade was moved up and settled between his teeth as his hands made quick work of ripping your fishnets to tatters, handfuls being thrown on the floor until you were only in those panties.

Toji took the knife from his mouth and used it to trace over the lettering “Daddys girl , eh? Pretty fuckin’ accurate .” he laughed before sticking the blade back under the mattress , out of reach for you , before turning his attention back to you , sliding your panties off and sliding them into the pocket of his pants that reside on the floor. In moments notice he was on his side next to you.

Without warning his thumb pressed into your clit, forcing the beginnings of euphoria through you. “God, so small. I’m starting to wonder how i’m going to fit inside you–” he bit his lip as fear-soaked arousal sparked in your widened eyes, just visible to him as your head began to lol against his shoulder.

Toji pressed into you, forcing two fingers inside you, reminding you of who - what - you belonged to right now. Your eyes squeezed shut, a pained moan rippling through you. Even as he grew closer to your sweet spot, the weight and length of his fingers were difficult to take, especially considering how little you had been fingered. Perhaps this was how he was warming you up.

Toji’s free hand encompassed your breast with his grip, kneading it, plucking at your hardened nipple. You swallowed the gasps and whines that crawled up your throat, waiting for the right moment to pounce - to make your true arousal known. But Toji seemed to know regardless, his voice hot in your ear. “You’re soaking me, Darling,” he rasped.

★・・・★

Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto sat in the dimly lit bar, both lost in their own thoughts and distracted by their phones. Gojo's eyes flickered with a mischievous glint as he typed out a message to Megumi, relishing in the chaos and drama that was sure to ensue.

Once he hit send, he turned to Suguru with a wicked grin. "This is going to be so much fun," he chuckled, taking a sip of his drink.

Suguru raised an eyebrow, looking at Gojo with a mix of amusement and concern. "You never cease to be a complete asshole, Gojo. I hope you know what you're doing."

Gojo's grin only widened. "Of course I do. I'm always one step ahead of everyone else,besides I wanted Y/N first." he boasted, confident in his abilities to manipulate and control any situation.

As they continued to sip their drinks, Gojo's mind raced with excitement and anticipation, eager to see the fallout from his actions and the chaos that would ensue. Suguru simply tried to reel in his train of thought, hoping that Toji wouldn’t behead the two of them for this; that was his specialty after all. 

★・・・★

Megumi's phone pinged with a new message, and he instinctively reached for it, assuming it was a notification from you or one of his friends. But as he read the message from Gojo, his heart sank and a wave of anger washed over him.

He slammed his fist down on the table and stood up abruptly, causing his fellow shady coworkers to glance at him in confusion. "Excuse me, I have to go," he muttered, grabbing his coat and storming out of the warehouse.

★・・・★

➜Part 5

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[doyouremem8erme]

I just wanna let you know this blog feeds me marcy content even after the fandoms been dead and I can't be more thankful. GOD this show has such a special place in my heart, it really means a lot to know that there are still people who care about this series to the extent that I do. :)

I have many personal gripes on amphibia /LOVING, but mainly the missed potiental of a kids show by Disney that had to play back a lot of implications about the series to make it more palatable to the executives. I can't help but still respect that they got a way with a LOT, I also can't help but be sad there wasn't more darker scenes in s3 or for implications on true colors/the core/the girls grief as a whole. I can dream....,,,, that's why I live on fanfic and have a whole separate revised series in my head that I think of instead ❤️

Anyways I'm not really sure why I had the motivation to do this, I just think this blog is pretty great. I can't wait to hear more!

hehehe tysm!!! my hyperfixation got super suddenly reawakened right after i moved away to college and so im super nostalgic for the time i spent in this fandom back in high school now... this show really is closer to my heart than any other ive watched and i highly highly doubt ill ever feel the same way about any other show. it will always always be special to me. i said that abt other shows i hyperfixated on like steven universe but even that pales in comparison to what amphibia means to me!!! and marcy angst is ofc the best part of the fandom and i am not biased at all . these characters and their world are so incredible but tbh the fandom is even more special than the show. the true colors hiatus will always be incredibly nostalgic and idk if ill ever feel that same community in another fandom. hell i met my beloved partner of almost 3 years through this fandom and i see us lasting a lot longer. if i met my future wife because of amphibia then it really shows how much this show shaped myself and my life.

that really got away from me but yeah fanon is always there to fill in the gaps of the show. i never wanted to demand anything from this show that a disney cartoon wouldnt go through with but hey. the o&y anniversary is in two days. i sure never thought they would do THAT but they DID and it was horrible and fuckin AWESOME. and maybe thats why amphibia has always scratched my author brain more than any other fandom. the year and a half or so when my amphibia hyperfixation was totally dormant i spent just in the homestuck fandom and while thats easily one of the greatest pieces of media i have ever consumed in my life and ive written a decent handful of fanfic for... i have 80 published works for amphibia. thats so many!!! getting back into amphibia has gotten me writing so much again because theres something about it that is so compelling on its own but leaves enough loose threads open for fanworks to play within its structure and add in things that it feels like its missing.

to further treat ur nostalgia check out my fanart archive blog @3-stones-deity and my 3rd anniversary s3 rewatch project community which i got behind on running because of schoolwork but will certainly be catching up with before o&y!

[roseworth]

forgot to actually say this in the ask but the idea of jason being his favorite for a time but specifically when he's dead... yeah. spending time away from fanon jason stans really does make you love him more because that would not have made me feel anything a while ago but that's so good. and makes so much sense but is very sad.

of course bruce was unable to stop thinking about jason when he was gone! and of course that love would be entirely unrecognizable to jason when he comes back! jason was isolated even alive! and besides their differing--viewpoints, jason has changed from the child that spent so much time mourning, and is doing things that bruce would find hard to see from anyone, and they're always standing opposite each other anyway so how could bruce, never very gifted in the emotions department in the first place, ever communicate how much jason means to him with all of that? and also there's the part where jason IS going around and murdering people, it would probably be a little hard for anyone to forgive of their kid, let alone bruce.

i'm probably getting mind of incoherent but i just. it is so very clear that bruce and jason care about each other, and it doesn't help their relationship at all because they're stuck like this forever. i LOVE when relationships are like this, ships for example where they never get together but they're in love forever are the best kind, and i always wish more people were just obsessed with that kind of. - emotional stranding? - in other kinds of relationships. maybe i'm looking in the wrong places and that's why i'm not finding other people who like this idk

but that's what makes me so obsessed with bruce, he's not even my favorite character but basically every single one of his important relationships is stuck like this. his kids his wife (talia❤️) his dad. he has an entirely different type of crazy with every single one of those people but the main thing those relationships have in common is that they encourage a lot of growth in each other at the beginning, and then life gets in the way or they grow past each other or miscommunicate themselves out of their former closeness. sorry to ramble at you for so long but what you said about jason and bruce turned me into an animal. i've been a sleeper agent this whole time apparently. stuck trying to think about his individual relationships with his other children now, all at the same time. you did this to me

(original post) hi im so sorry i know i said i would answer this like a week ago but i Forgot. but im here now <3

first of all HARD agree with what you said about loving relationships where both of them care about each other but cant make anything work despite it. its all about the love being there but it doesnt change anything and the way two people care about each other deeply and it changes everything about the dynamic but nothing about the circumstances. its so so good. youre so right that bruce is such a good character for this dynamic because his core beliefs and motivations are so important to him as a character that if he eases up on them even a little he becomes a completely different person, and it means that every relationship he has is strained because he cant waver on the beliefs that make him who he is

anyways. i want to talk about why i believe jason was the favorite child after he died but first i want to talk about dick. to me dick is and always will be bruce's favorite son. but not in a good way

ive heard some people say that jason was the favorite son while he was robin and thats a fine headcanon but i simply do not agree! i understand where people are coming from since bruce & dick had a very strained relationship at that time, meanwhile jason was just a happy and polite kid who liked being robin and didnt have many issues until starlin. but bruce & dick have such a specific relationship that even when they werent talking, dick was still bruce's favorite. bruce held dick in such high regard in his head that jason could never meet the standard, even though bruce rarely (outwardly) compared the two of them. bruce was projecting so much onto dick (in a way that he did to cass later on, which ill get back to in a sec) that jason could never meet the version of dick that existed in bruce's head. even the real dick instead of the idealized dick that bruce had made was better than jason to bruce because bruce had completely adopted the "my son's success is my success" mindset (which isnt necessarily a bad thing! in this case i would say that this is one of bruce's parenting wins) so he was proud of dick and watched him grow into what bruce was hoping he would (a successful, independent hero) even though they werent talking

not to mention! bruce explicitly tells dick that he brought in jason to fill the hole in his life left by dick (the dick hole. hehe) i dont like the idea that jason was constantly being compared to dick because thats not entirely true because bruce rarely openly brought up dick around jason, but he definitely was doing it in his head. he wanted jason to be dick, but he wasnt the Evil Father that some people try to make him out to be. he just adopted jason to have someone in his life like dick was, and he wanted jason to be what dick was to him even though he couldnt replicate the relationship he had with dick because it was so dependent on where each of them were in their lives when they met and became Batman and Robin. and bruce confirms that in batman #416 that he adopted jason because he missed dick and needed someone else in his life

anyways back to jason. i do believe that jason was briefly the favorite while he was dead. i love this post saying that one of bruce's favorite children is jason's corpse because its so fucking real

im gonna get off topic for a second but i swear i have a point. in the play buried child by sam shepard, the mom (halie) constantly talks about her dead son ansel and talks about how he was an american hero, an athlete, and many other amazing things. hes the representation of the american dream in the play, but hes dead, showing the disillusionment of the family. but halie is constantly bringing him up and shes convinced that he was the perfect son and he would've made her proud, unlike her other sons who disappointed her. and her sons keep trying to correct her about who ansel was because she would get things wrong, like how shes convinced ansel played basketball even though he never did, but she refused to listen because he was the Golden Child in her mind and she had a perfect image of him when she looked back on his life, because he was dead and now had never disappointed her

now. you can probably see where im going with this. bruce wasnt as bad as halie but i do think that the idea is the same. since jason was dead, it was a lot easier to think about all the good things and imagine how good it could've been if jason was there. even the "he wouldnt listen" line in that screenshot ^ is the same idea! if the dead son had only listened to his parent's warning, he would still be alive and it would be fine! its a lot easier for bruce to think about jason when he's dead because jason cant disappoint him when hes dead. and he doesnt have to worry about the things that bruce doesnt like to do, such as deal with emotions, and can just create this perfect version of robin jason where he was happy and a great hero and there were never and never could be any issues! if only he had listened!

if im being honest theres a lot of canon evidence against this theory. but canon evidence is stupid and im better than that! kidding but the thing is that there was so much difference in how bruce talked about jason every time he was brought up that its hard to exactly pinpoint how anyone felt, so i am simply cherrypicking canon to create my favorite narrative <3

bruce thinks of jason as what he could've been because he only exists in good memories and a glass case when hes dead, and bruce genuinely does not want jason to come back to life. every time jason "came back" before under the red hood, bruce was upset about it. he wanted jason to stay dead because he wanted jason to be able to rest. but also? bruce would rather jason be dead than come back as a villain. he would rather jason live in his memories as the perfect son than be alive and fighting against him. in batman #618, clayface pretends to be jason and bruce is (somewhat) thankful that its not actually jason, because he would rather jason stay dead than be hush

so its safe to say jason very quickly stops being the favorite when he actually comes back to life. i could still believe that jason's corpse is one of bruce's favorites even after jason is alive because bruce still brings up jason's death and how it affected him, and he mourns what he used to have with jason before jason had his own morals and motivations

anyways. cass time <3

like you said in your original ask, a lot of people say that cass is bruce's favorite but its a lot more complicated than that because especially at first, bruce sees her as less of a daughter than an extension of himself but in a different way than dick. when bruce looks at dick, hes kind of like a batman appendage. they are different people and bruce understands that and usually nurtures that to help dick. with cass on the other hand, he sees cass almost as a carbon copy of him so he gives her what he would've wanted at her age and treats her the way that he wanted to be treated. technically hes right that she also wants to be treated like that, but as we see over and over again in batgirl 2000, just because she wants it doesnt mean its good for her. hes not nurturing her as a daughter, hes nurturing her as a smaller version of himself. and again like you said in your ask, cass is too similar to him. they dont really get into fights because of it, but i think he hates himself too much to love cass that much

and the thing is. bruce has an idea of cass in his head that isnt real. he sees her as himself and whenever he hears something that could change that image, he pretends its not real. he refuses to believe that cass killed someone because HE wouldnt kill someone, so obviously cass didnt either. she cant possibly like being outside or talking to people because HE doesnt like that, and theyre the same person so babs must be forcing her to (which.. im not talking about babs and cass right now so i wont go into it but like. yeah she is). he created what he thinks cass is and what he thinks she should be, so anything that threatens that isnt real to him. if (*IF*) cass is the favorite child, its not actually cass. its the version of cass that he wishes was real (a lot like the version of jason's corpse that he wishes was real)

i love this panel from detective comics #790 because first of all its funny to me that bruce immediately tells cass to go to babs with any emotion or problem. but also it says so much about their relationship. bruce isnt there to be cass's father, he's there to be batman to her. hes not exactly neglecting her, but he definitely is not emotionally there for her (not that hes emotionally there for anyone else. but he certainly has no interest in listening to cass's feelings)

as time goes on he starts seeing her as a daughter and she sees him as a father, but even after he starts seeing her as a child she's still not his favorite. like i talked about before, bruce & dick just have such an intricate and specific relationship that no one can ever meet the same standard. even when bruce loves cass as a daughter, he's always going to care more about dick because seeing dick go through the same trauma as him then raising him to be different than him (but the same in the ways that matter to him) means so much more to him than anything he has with his other kids

so yeah. in conclusion dick is the favorite child but sometimes the ghost of jason or the projected version of cass can beat dick depending on his mood

[theropoda]

...... i have. PRAWBLEMS. with the ending but honestly i felt very unwell and gross rn so i had difficulty focusing in the first place, maybe if i watch it again when i feel better ill feel different. under read more bc this got long lol

disclaimer before anyone GETS at me: i am not a critic. im literally just some guy watching a tv show, and i am really more confused than anything so if you really enjoyed the finale and feel like it was the perfect way for the show to end im happy for you! i don't have any intent on arguing it Absolutely Wasn't. this isn't a Hatepost. just me airing my thoughts. that are probably really incoherent bc again, i feel unwell ;_; brain is more focused on my stomach than this damn show

i knew how this was gonna end, i did watch the end of this show before, ive always been familiar w house because i watched episodes of it on tv as a kid with my mom and sister and knew major plot points like amber's death and wilson's cancer and house faking his death and everything but. the details were lost on me. now that i know the details something about them just doesn't jive with me and feel right.

probably related to my earlier post about how even in the final season so much of house is the same. he tried to change for the better but he was still back. i mean the entire premise of the show is about "the disabled addict doctor who struggles to be a person" so if any of these magically stopped being there that'd be stupid ESPECIALLY him being a disabled addict which are so central to his character. so im definitely not complaining about that.

initially i thought him faking his death was insanely reckless but what other choice was available. if he went, Hey, im here! im alive he'd absolutely be going to jail. in jail so far away while his best friend, maybe his only friend would be dying alone. of course he did that. his only choice was ttofake his death to be with wilson. throwing away his whole life and legacy and career and reputation to be with him.

hilson endgame real but also, while watching the whole show i kept going from "tumblr didn't lie these guys are gay" to "Tumblr may have oversold it a bit". but that might just be in the nature of its episodic structure. not e everything is abt wilson there's other people in house's lofe but in that final season everything does speed up, suddenly and become about wilson. which brings me to the whole cancer thing. in my memory of the show from watching it as a kid, Wilson's cancer came up as a plot point WAY earlier and there is much more time to discuss it in the show. to ponder and delve into it, what it means for wilson, for house, for the show. but actually watching the show it feels very sudden....! i felt like the entire cancer thing, which plays so damn heavily into the SERIES FINALE, wasn't explored enough...? it felt rushed. but it might feel like it because well there's a difference between watching a show as it comes out on a schedule vs binge watching it on demand.

and another thing that irked me is- but this is more of a "this personally makes me Feel Sad and Weird" as opposed to genuine criticism is how EVERYONE thinks house is dead except Two People. that's crazy. i have a Thing for closure and knowing things, the truth, im a little paranoid about that, but it just feels insane to me that house's own parents, family, former and current colleges, lovers, everyone... they all think he's dead when he's not. i see how that is, in terms of the Narrative, a good thing? house is truly FREE now. and if other people knew they'd probably call the police. but also that's just kinda horrifying.... I don't know. idk. also wtf cuddy wasn't there at the funeral? D: obviously i know how their last meeting went but they were such big part of each other's lives im rlly shocked she wasn't there! or even showed up at ALL in the ending scene where we see where everyone's life has headed, a little scene of her, Rachel, and someone new

and also. ._. how did that fire even start in the first place?..... did i miss something....? uaaaaah. i should watch it again

ugh but despite my peeves. i want to pass this off as Just another show ive watched, time to move on to the next, because a big part of the reason i started house and kept going and even chose to watch it at the times i did was because i have been going through some rough shit mentally for the past. entire year plus. i have relied on it to keep me distracted. i want to just move onto the next distraction but i have become so attached, it's hard to not feel :/ and :( about 1) the fact it's over now 2) it ended in a way that makes me feel funny, and not in a good way. aaaahhhhh.

[raventreehall]

keeping with the other dunk and egg posts i've seen going around i decided to make one about their missing adventure in dorne bc i think it would have been really fun and i'm angry george skipped over it 😡 anyway it's below the cut :))

- Dunk and Egg escort merchants from the Prince's Pass to Vaith, always asking people at the places they stop by about Tanselle and the puppetmaster but getting no leads.

- Egg buys a floppy hat to keep his head from getting burnt, Dunk thinks he looks like a pretty sad dragon.

- They try Dornish peppers, which Egg likes ('I'm three quarters Dornish, ser') but Dunk comically thinks they're way too spicy and burns his mouth.

- When they get to Vaith, they meet Lady Casella Vaith who is mad and thinks Aegon IV is still alive and in love with her. Dunk isn't the most tactful so he says something about the old king being dead and that he surely wasn't really in love with her if he had so many mistresses and bastards—this enrages her, so they leave quickly.

- A servant at Vaith tells them that all artists and singers and creative folk are Orphans of the Greenblood and they'd have better luck looking for Tanselle on the river. They float down the river with the orphans, learning more about their customs, orphan girls try to rub Egg's head for good luck and he gets sulky.

- On the river, they pass the place where Daeron I died and Egg tells Dunk about his death (Dunk originally is confused and thinks he means Daeron II) and how the Dornish were enemies of the Targaryens until his grandfather married Myriah Martell and his sister Daenerys married the Prince of Dorne.

- At the Planky Town, in a tavern, they overhear some Dornishmen who are still upset about Dorne being brought into the Seven Kingdoms (mostly Ullers and Tolands) planning to kidnap Daenerys.

- Dunk and Egg travel to Sunspear to warn her, Egg wants to use his boot but Dunk won't let him until finally at the gates of the palace they won't be let in and are forced to use it. They're brought before Daenerys and Mors and their son and tell them about the plot.

- Mors tells Egg that his mother used to be at Dornish court before she married Prince Maekar and they talk a bit about her, we also learn when and how she died.

- Egg asks Daenerys if it's true that she was in love with Daemon Blackfyre, she smiles and says that it made for a good song but she stopped loving Daemon long ago.

- Egg's cousin shows him around and they all have dinner together ('Won't you try the peppers, Ser Duncan?'). Dunk asks if they've had any news about a puppet troupe and Mors says that they did just hear that one recently set sail for Braavos... (setting up another story?) When the kidnappers come, Mors' guards and Dunk beat them away and Dunk kills one of them.

- As a reward, Dunk and Egg are invited to the Water Gardens, which are newly finished, and Egg plays in the fountains with the lowborn children. He convinces Dunk to join them and the story ends with Egg riding on Dunk's shoulders and challenging the other children (they have quite the advantage, of course).

[thephoenixandthecrocodile]

My Thoughts of Rings of Power Episode 07 Part 2

I love that I’m legitimately rooting for the Orcs and the Elves in this battle, again highlighting the waste and stupidity of war.

Ooo interesting to catch a glimpse of Orc burial traditions. And Adar’s tears? His pain? This man who has been through every torture under the sun can still shed a tear for his children. *sobs*

Also, Galadriel, you’re fooling no one, girl. Frodo and Sam did a better job disguising themselves than you

Arondir and Galadriel time! I love their friendship even though they’ve had like thirty seconds of screen time together. I don’t know, but they work really well together.

“He has taken everything else from me.” ☹ Arondir, what about your adopted sons: Isildur and Theo?

God damn it Durin III. Now is not the time to commit some kinslaying. Also, Durin IV looks good in his armor.

I mean I know you have to put your people before all else, but I think Disa can handle Durin III just find by herself.

This fucking conversation between Celebrimbor and Sauron about Morgoth and torture being a game and pain a reward, I love everything about it. Also Sauron is such a delusion, manipulative little shit.

I love that Celebrimbor almost understands what Sauron means about pain and perfection. Just like Galadriel, there is a core part of Celebrimbor that understands and even appreciates Sauron and vice versa. That’s why he’s able to manipulate them. Pushed one way too hard and Galadriel and Celebrimbor could have fallen into the darkness, just like Sauron.

“You truly are the Great Deceiver. You can deceive even yourself.” Fuck, yeah, Brimby!

Yes, Celebrimbor, rebel! Destroy those rings! (although we know it won’t work)

I CANNOT BELIEVE what Celebrimbor did! Ahhhh! Such a deep lore reference, an example of how willful and brave Celebrimbor truly is, and how much Sauron underestimated him.

“Whose will is the mightier.” Such badassery. Love you, Celebrimbor!

For fuck’s sake just let this man escape the forge!

Also fuck those soldiers for their disrespect. Don’t feel bad when any of you die.

Yay! Galadriel put those assholes in their place

The Celebrimbor-Galadriel reunion. The sadness, the guilt, the shame, the soft care and love they have for each other. *sobs even harder*

And his speech about the light and how it most likely inspires Galadriel to become the Lady of Light we know in the Third Age *sobs even harder*

Seriously give Charles Edwards ALL the rewards or we riot!

That little head nod and attempt at a brave smile as he returns to the forge to face torment and death. ☹

RIAN! FUCKING BAD ASS QUEEN OF THE NIGHT

Love this core principle of Tolkien’s world: fight and keep fighting (however you can) evil until your last breath. That is all we can do.

And then Adar sends in Damrod, ensuring his own children will turn on him. ☹

Yes! Arondir, Gil-Galad, and Elrond team up to take down the troll!

Although seriously where has Gil-Galad been this entire time? XD

Sauron is an evil bastard, but his take down of the Elven guards was cool.

Also, poor Celebrimbor. He now stands against Sauron alone – again. ☹

Again, Charles Edward killing it with the uncertain swallow, the scared, but determined look in his eyes. He knows he doesn’t stand a chance, but he will do what he can while he still can

“Durin will come” – all right, just kill me now. My heart is shattered beyond repair

Please don’t take the Durin-Elrond friendship from me. It’s all I have.

Also, everyone in Elrond’s company except for Galadriel and (maybe) Camnir has died in front of him.

SON OF A BITCH!!!! Arondir IS NOT DEAD!!! NO! NO! NO!

Someone better use Nenya’s powers to fucking heal him.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Part Five . Ending

W! Violence

Summary: reader has been trying to escape the trials since she arrived. One night she stumbles along a house that is out of the way . It is occupied by Leland Coyle and he makes a deal with her: keep his house clean with dinner every night and you can stay here.

The ending to my little story. If you read along i hope you enjoyed ♥️

In the morning Coyle woke up first like he always did to see you asleep cuddled up with him, dammit this leaving everyday is pissing him off, leaving you all alone like this.. And last night.. Finally he knew why you had a sudden mood change. You wanted to leave, even if you said you did not want to , he knew you did. You missed the sun, the fresh air… the clouds. The man groaned as he got up and out of the old bed feeling heavy and not up for the day, hopefully it would be over soon so he could get back to you.. Just to do it all again tomorrow.

A bit later you wake up to an empty house, a dark fake sky, and the smell of death lingering all around you. Another day in this place, the never ending trial. Slowly you get up rudding an eye wondering how Coyle is doing, you just wanted him here everyday with you to keep you safe, watch movies with him and ask him to help you sew. With a sigh you dragged yourself downstairs skipping breakfast but still filled out the note asking for basic supplies and pulling in the basket from the previous note, you spent the day sewing some placemats for the table when a knock at the door scared you right to your bones.

Should you?! Who could it be? Why would someone be here?! You were scared, Coyle was not here. “Regent 47? Its Easterman i'd like to talk !” yelled the voice on the other side of the door. “Uhm..” your heart was beating in your chest now ringing in your ears making it hard to think. With caution you got up from the table to go open the door slowly to see Easterman and two large men behind him. He smiled waving and you just stared at this nicely dressed man. “There you are! We were worried about you, thought you were dead! “ beamed the man “ quite the little home you have here, “ You just started, unable to say anything at all. What could he possibly want? “Uhm..” the man held his hand up stopping you. “No need for an explanation, ive been observing you these past few days, are you alright? You have looked so sad lately” your eyes grew big . of course he had been watching .. cameras were everywhere…”y-yes… i .. just miss the sun i guess… Easterman i ..” he placed his hand on the door scarring you. “I'm sure you do Regent. Thats why im here, i have a proposition for you: come live with me, outside these trials, a nice big clean house, all the yard you could want to sit in the sun, you could be my little housekeeper instead of that damn Primes” a .. a way out but.. “What about Coyle? What will he do?” you asked him , trying to push the door back onto Easterman to close it but his grip was too firm. “He will be all alone again ….” the look on Eastermans face changed from happy to a little angry, his brow furrowed and he looked to be grinding his teeth a bit. “Hes a Prime , they dont have feelings Regent 47, who cares? Come live with me. I promise the nights with me will be so much better than that night with that damn cop” you stepped back letting go of the door allowing Easterman and his men to let themselves into the little house you made into a home. “You.. you saw…” you were speechless right now.. Why..how.. “Saw you riding his dick like you loved it? Many times.. Fucking slut im not asking again.” “please..get out.. Im going to ask you to leave.. “ Eastermans men grabbed you, bringing you to him, knocking over the little table in the process. “Oh Regent, this house was never yours, its mine. Everything in here is .. mine. And i'm going to make sure you understand that.” before you could say anything you were knocked out and taken out of the house.

Meanwhile, Coyles day was anything but exciting, he wanted to be with you dammit. On the way home Coyle was thinking of something, anything he could do to make you happy, maybe he could try to make dinner? Clean something? The man puffed heavily into his smoke feeling more and more irritated. “Hm? Whys the door open?” Coyle asked as the house got closer into view. He rushed up the steps looking all around. “Sweetness? “ he asked, going in to see the table flipped over and the sewing machine stabbing a needle into the table over and over. “Not like her to leave this on.” he was growing uneasy and worried. Coyle made his way back to the table flipping it back over seeing everything on the ground spread out. His head shot back up to the open door when he realized. “Sweetness…. Oh fuck.”

You woke up to a bright light shining on you and a headache. The room you were in was not the house.. It looked like a circus with mannequins everywhere. You tried to get up but the chain around your neck was making it difficult. The chain was attached to the floor and your hands were zip tied. “Look whos awake!!” yelled an excited voice. The man came into view and you shrunk into the dirty wall screaming for your life. It was Barbi , how?! Why?! “So ya think ya can just say no to the boss eh?” he stomped over kicking you in the stomach onto your back so he could stand over you . “lucky for me he said I could do whatever I wanted to ya! I hope ya like my friend here, “ he waved his shotgun around . “cuz its going inside ya!” he laughed as he continued to beat on you while laughing. Coyle was checking everywhere he could around the trials for you, you had to be somewhere, where were you?! He was growing panicked and not thinking clearly, Gooseberry found Coyle yelling and swearing up the black walls and rushed over to shake him. “Coyle! Easy! Ya lookin for your girl right?” the man turned to the woman pulling his sunglasses off “where.. Where is she Gooseberry” the woman pouted as she pointed to the tall building on their right. “Shes in there Coyle, but I cannot go with you” she told him, a little sad. Coyle took off for the building busting the door open to see a long hallway, your screams filled his ears making him shake in his boots. “Sweetness” he ran all the way down the hallway to see Barbi pulling at your pants trying to get them off you , he shoved the man off you taking his electric prod out to defend you. Your eyes were half swollen but you knew it was Coyle, the man shocked Barbi and brought his attention back to you to see you being lifted up by the Skinnerman so he could spray psychosis into your face. He ran away soon after and you started screaming as loud as you could, feeling its effect take over. Barbi was getting up and Coyle needed to find a way to free you , just as the man was about to grab Coyle a stun was sent his way hitting his back stopping the man in his tracks. Joy and Mika your friends ran over pushing Barbi out of the area, Joy kneeled down by you ignoring Coyle to slip you some antidote while Mika used a Rig Recharger for his stun. “We are friends of hers, listen she wants to get out of here. We are too far gone but shes not, “ Mika said, helping Joy up after she had freed you. Coyle quickly grabbed hold of you pulling you over his shoulder. “Where the fuck am i suppose to go” Coyle asked the two regents, you were a shaking heaving mess right now, bleeding, battered, bruised. “The way you came in, we have been doing some snooping, follow the twisted trees there's a gate, take the car outside, we rigged it, should work” Joy told the man as she pulled her stun out as well. “Please go, “ Mika said looking at Coyle, “we will be fine” Coyle handed the man his electric prod and held onto you with both hands as he rushed out of the room leaving the two regents alone with the Primes.

The car was right where they said it was and it was already on, quickly Coyle got in setting you in the passenger side , he sped off leaving the trials behind as he followed the trees, trying his best to doge garbage and what not, a gate was coming into view now. “Sweetness hold onto me” he told you. You felt all around whimpering, everything hurt, you could half see and wanted everything to just end. Your hands locked around Coyles arm as he drove through the gate hitting some security guards and broke through a double door. Both of you gasped and you had closed your eyes when it happened. The car evened out and Coyle slowly went down to a steady speed. “Sweetness… sweetness look..” Coyle said , shaking his arm around. You peaked feeling a harsh ray in your eye. “Ah.. ugn..” lifting your hand you realized it was the sun, the sky was visible… the clouds.. The air in your face.. The fresh air. You were out… you made it… you both did. Coyle placed his hand on your lap while he drove, taking one final look in the rearview mirror.

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Little drabble to close out the story

*you and Coyle had settled into a tiny house a few states over. As soon as Coyle figured out where he was he decided to get great distance between him and the trials.

*a few days you were living in the car or sneaking into Hotels. Coyle had to bandage you up and keep you calm and quiet. The psychosis was gone but you were still very jittery and scared of everything around you.

*he requested help from the state and was given special treatment for his time in the service and how broken you were. You were unable to work because of the trauma .

*Coyle built the house ok the country side away from everyone and everything. No neighbors, no city, just acres of land the state owned .

*he set the house up just like the one in the trials for you so you would feel a sense of familiarity. He also set up a fence around the house

*you had gotten better but still were very anxious at times, always checking around your home. Leaving little night lights on at night and following Coyle around if you felt extra scared

* every morning, evening, and before you went to bed Coyle would check the perimeter outside the house. Every single day. He never found anything or anyone but that did not stop him from checking .

*Every monday the state would drop off supplies at the door from the mail. All you had to do was fill out the flyers they gave you and send em out every friday in the mailbox. It brought a sense of calmness to you , and it reminded you of the trial house

*the backyard was full of flowers, vegetable gardens and a little pond that ducks liked to swim in. You loved sitting outside during the day just staring at the yard and the sky

*Everynight after Coyle was done checking things you would both snuggle in the bed watching a tape .

[the-ipre]

been watching dead boy detectives (i only have the last episode left) and i am very curious about your aro crystal thoughts 👀

ok hello welcome to my thoughts !!! i think pre-canon, it is not something that she ever would have thought about. she is having a good time with her flings and has no reason to want anything more, she doesnt Do love and why should she, she is sharp and glittering and untouchable!

and then post canon as shes grappling with her memories she kind of goes wow i never really felt anything for anybody i was with. kinda feels like proof i was a bad person. hey ive got a fun thing going with charles and hes starting to fall for me and i dont feel the same way about him. kinda feels like proof im Still a bad person because if i cant even love sweet and fun charles, who Could i love

she brings this to niko who, while Not Processing her own latent aroaceness, gives some awful advice. you are such a good person crystal i am sure you will find love :] (this does not help with crystal continuing to link inherent goodness to capacity to love.)

crystal gnaws on this for a while, trying to figure it out, getting less than helpful advice from those around her, and eventually talks to charles about how she doesnt think she can love him the way that he wants to be loved. (the way he might want to love her). she likes kissing and what theyve got going on, it is fun and nice, but she doesnt think she is capable of loving him. charles is good about it!

who isnt good about it is edwin when he finds out, and there Is a fight. edwin accuses crystal of leading charles on, crystal says that it isn't her fault she cant love him like edwin does, edwin asks her why she cant just try, and well. things dont go well. its messy!

crystal has got to face the fact that she cant force herself into being in love, no matter how she wishes she could and it feels like it would make things easier. she tells niko, who says that sounds sad. crystal hasnt really processed it until that point but she realizes that it isnt, she still cares about them, and theres this weight off her chest realizing she doesnt have to try and force herself to do it in the 'right' way. niko, with all her dreams of fantastical love that have never felt real or attainable, says huh! and has her own things to process-

overall !!! i think aro crystal is very fun and silly and all the internalized amatonormativity would make it a Real mess to grapple with given all the stuff shes already got going on about being a Bad Person, but ! it makes things click into place ! and she learns to accept and appreciate that without guilt

[kiyocuck]

silly

ok im sick as hell and unfortunately also very bored so im gonna write down some silly naeishimondo scenarios ive been brainrotting for a while

Makoto being sick like me and staying home, meanwhile both taka and mondo barge into his house, bringing in homemade soup and tea (both of which makoto already got), and while they're being sad over the fact their favorite little guy wont be at the academy with them for the rest of the week, komaru steals the soup and tea cuz she woke up sick too (from makoto). An alt ending is them giving makoto a Liiiittle kiss on the forehead, both of them thinking they wont get sick, and waking up with 40°C temperature the next day

Them all going to mondo's house for a hangout-sleepover bcuz hes the only one of the three with a queen-sized bed (lil context, after mondo quit being a biker gang leader [in a universe where daiya is alive cuz fuck you] him and his brother move to a more. "calm" place, just the two of them. they still hangout w the other gang members though). they all watch movies and taka drops dead snoring the second the clock hits 10pm bcuz his brain cant handle staying up later for "no reason" (he has pulled all nighters when it comes to studying). mondo falls asleep second, and makoto just watches them sleep peacefully before snuggling between them and going to sleep too (imagine cringing over what ur writing help)

Going home in the snowy weather after shopping all evening (taka made them both come with him). theyre all holding equal amount of bags, until mondo grabs them all and speedruns to their house cuz hes FREEZING, and boy oh boy does he not like the cold at all. after that he sticks himself to the heater for like 10 minutes, while makoto and taka think to themselves that he looks like hes purring next to it (they both assigned him a catboy in their heads cuz it makes him 10 times cuter (also my version of him has a default >:3 face that all owada family members have (its more noticable on daiya but still))

Continuing the last one, theyre cooking together now!!! mondo kinda sucks at it, makoto is trying his best, and taka is this 🤏 close to chewing a brick over how they cut the vegetables (they look chunky (his autism can't stand it, meanwhile their autisms dont care/dont even notice it (no im not projecting not at all))). eventually they make a nice meal (of unknown kind cuz i can never think of foods LMFAO) and it turned out surprisingly good. yum!

Pet assigning. as i mentioned makoto n taka have assigned mondo a cat/catboy, but the same applies for the others. taka is a dog, obviously, but specifically a husky BECAUSE (im gonna be so annoying about this): Hes black and white, hes dramatic and loud like how huskies are, very loving (as every dog), and when his hair grows out more and mondo touches it, it reminds him of how fluffy huskies' fur is. makoto is a bunny, but i unfortunately dont know many bunny breeds so i will probably elaborate more once i look up and decide. hes just short/"small" and silly like one, and his ahoge going down when hes sad resembles bunny ears going down. (btw if ur curious mondo is either a tiger (still a cat!!!) or a persian cat. bcuz i cant help but imagine him as a chonky orange persian cat that on one occasion scratches your eyes, and on another cuddles on your shoulders. la creatura)

i think thats all for now! most of my other scenarios are even more generic, like going on dates (aquarium, cafe, cinema etc) so i dont have that much to write LOL.

if you read the whole thing, heres some items for yuo 🍀🧭💎

[ripplestitchskein]

Brace yourselves Stolitz fans, I think it’s gonna get bumpy. We kind of already knew that but I think it might go longer than we hoped?

So last night I shared my Stolitz pic with my DnD group, I’m doing art for their characters and we have an art space in our game discord and a few of them watch Hazbin and HB. An IRL friend who is also an HB fan asked about the OC in the pic and I shared it was based on the rumor that Stolas is getting a new boyfriend, they could be a parrot potentially voiced by Harvey Guillen but that this was not confirmed or anything. He said “HMMMM that jives with what her assistant told us.”

I’m like “What! Tell me. “

I guess while waiting in line for her to sign for the person in front of them at Mega they were chatting with an assistant and said they loved Look My Way and were interested in where the Stolas and Blitzø story was going. The assistant said they had seen the rest of Season 2 and “You may not love the way it goes if you like the coupling”.

I spiraled immediately, like full on upset. Bitch I cried. I’ve spent hours analyzing this cartoon and that broke me a bit. I’m not necessarily concerned with my ships being “endgame”, I’ve shipped lots of couples that rarely interact just for interesting dynamics. Or couples where one half is literally dead in canon, where they are mortal enemies and not in an enemies to lovers way etc. It just seemed so final and is contradictory to everything the show has setup so far and what I’ve been enjoying about the show and it really fucked me up if I’m honest. I also have a really bad brain though and I know this. I’m not equipped to rationally think about it.

I hesitated to even share what was said because I dislike bumming anyone out but as a speculation and spoiler goblin I’d also like people to share with me so I can prepare myself?

Ive had some time to sit and process and cope a bit “is that information really that different than what we have already?” And the short answer is no, not really. It’s also like their job to tease fans. It was also one sentence I didn’t even actually hear with my own ears lol. My brain just did what it does and took it to the worst place. I took it as “they are killing it completely” and are about to destroy the only reason I enjoy this show so much. Which maaaaay have been an over reaction but I can’t like, help that.

I just honestly cannot fathom how they could so sharply pivot at this point and have it make sense? I can’t fathom why they even would. I don’t even know what role Stolas could possibly have in that scenario. I think that was what upset me the most, Stolas is my favorite and his entire character within the world of the show is completely dependent on his ties to Blitzø to be part of the narrative because he has no ties to IMP outside of it. The idea of him being shelved, even temporarily, is upsetting to me. The show so far is not setup to view characters lives outside of Blitzø and IMP so I can’t see them having Stolas go off and do his own thing without removing him from the narrative completely.

I’m just sad about it and I think I’m putting too much thought into it. Maybe they just meant what we’ve thought all along and that we wouldn’t be happy because of the boyfriend character, and as I’ve said before the split up absolutely has to happen for them to reconcile and come back together. It is actually a good thing story wise for that to happen but the phrasing (though second hand) just depressed the fuck out of me so I wanted to vent a bit and maybe get some outside perspective from people who’s brains work better than mine. It’s possible this is a situation where i know a thing “Stolas is getting a new boyfriend” because I am terminally online and gobble up every like react and ambiguous emoji and assign meaning to it, and the assistant was just talking about that same information assuming my friend didn’t know that (he didn’t) but because I already knew it I’m assigning new meaning to it as if it’s additional different information. That’s a distinct possibility.

Even if it’s the worst case scenario, I’m not a hate watcher, if I don’t like the direction something is going I bitch a bit in mourning and then remove myself completely. So I’ll see how it plays out and see if it makes sense narratively. Maybe I’ll love the direction, who knows. If it what’s we originally speculated based on the narrative setup so far, the boyfriend character is a catalyst to help Blitzø reconcile his feelings and to let Stolas do his own healing and character development but it all that leads to the completion of the story they’ve been telling up to this point that’s perfect. If it leads to less Stolas and a completely different direction than what we’ve spent 1.5 seasons on so far, I don’t know how I would feel about that. I want it clear though I wouldn’t be mad at the creators, it’s their story they can do what they want, and I’m sure others will enjoy whatever they offer up but I personally would just quietly move on to something else.

I’m interested in how others view the response. Just a tease about the boyfriend, and thinking we’ll be unhappy because of that but ultimately it’s going how its been setup? Or should I break out my violin and start up “Nearer, my God, to thee”. I just really need some better brains to give me some perspective,