#just proves that flaunt was trying to kill us

[softiedingo]

𝒂 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗧 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 (2023).

[valdrift]

isaac has actually captured my brain in a way i cannot describe and i am now typing up a whole thing abt his personality and backstory as well as 3 different "routes" for it all in the cotl universe. god speed

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

Megathread: All Clues concerning “Elrond = Sauron” in “Adar meeting/Kiss scene” (2x07) - Part II

Part I

III) The Aftermath

"What do your Maiar eyes see?"

In the night after the tent scene, we have a scene of Sauron looking over the Orc camp, with anxiety and worry on his face.

No one is watching Sauron doing this (he has his back turned on Celebrimbor). Why is he looking so worried? We know for sure he isn’t concerned about the battle because everything is happening according to his plan... except for one thing (Galadriel wasn't suppose to be Adar's prisoner). Or... is he trying to see if the “seeds he planted” at the Orc camp are finally breaking free? 

He's also strangely emotional in this whole scene:

"Arondir Ex machina":

At the beginning of the “Sauron’s worried sick” scene, we see him with his eyes closed, as if he’s performing some sort of sorcery. But we aren’t shown what he was doing. Celebrimbor is working on the Nine, so he wasn’t doing anything to him.

When Galadriel finally breaks free, it’s Arondir who shows up to “save the day”.

And Galadriel says the strangest thing: “Whatever force it was that brought you here, soldier, I am grateful for it. Come, I know a hidden way into the city. We must find Sauron." Hmm...

Adar's Death

Adar's death scene in 2x08 appears to parallel a scene we already saw on "Rings of Power". And I'm not talking about the opening scene of 2x01, which is the obvious answer.

In 2x06, when Halbrand/Sauron wants to kill Adar, for the first time, in the middle of the woods, but is stopped from doing so by Galadriel. During this scene, Adar tries to make sense of why this "mortal man" wants to kill him:

"A woman? A child?" Adar asks Halbrand/Sauron.

At this moment, in particular, this interaction was meant to be a clue towards Halbrand’s true identity (“he is Sauron”), because of Adar being the one responsible for destroying his previous physical form in betrayal. Halbrand wants to kill Adar with a spear (Sauron’s weapon of choice). 

However, in 2x07, Adar really does causes pain to the woman (she-elf) that Sauron loves. At the Battle of Eregion, Adar displays Galadriel trapped in a cage, and has one of his Orcs pierce and bled her neck with... a spear. 

And how does Sauron have Adar killed, at the end? In the middle of woods, like he meant to in 1x06. Using his children to cause him pain, and kill him. And Sauron does it in front of Galadriel, the woman he loves and was, previously, hurt by Adar. 

There are more references to 1x06 in 2x08, because when Sauron appears as Halbrand, he repeats to Galadriel his words to her in those same woods he wished to kill Adar.

Hence: this parallel can mean that Sauron, in fact, witnessed Adar flaunting and hurting Galadriel on the battlefield.

"What did you expect, mate?"

Galadriel: All this... was your design from the beginning. Sauron: Please. You think too much of me. The road goes ever winding. Not even I can see all its paths.

As I’ve already theorized on my “last temptation” post, Sauron went up there to collect everything that belongs to him: Morgoth’s crown and sword, the Nine, Nenya and Galadriel herself. However, he somehow believes that Galadriel will just accept him.

Sauron’s reaction to Galadriel trying to kill him, in 2x08, is actually hilarious, because he looks outraged: "why are you trying to kill me?

Is Sauron this self-deceiving and lacks so much self-awareness that he was really expecting Galadriel to forgave all of his recent atrocities with Celebrimbor (mostly) and bind herself to him, freely? This doesn’t make any sense, unless he already asked for Galadriel’s forgiveness in advance and proved himself in someway.  

And Sauron might think that Galadriel recognized him in that tent. But she didn’t. And what does she says to Elrond when he asks for her forgiveness? 

And, so, Sauron arrives all victorious and ready to reclaim his “reward”. Only to find Galadriel is not going to join him, let alone bind herself to him, freely. And then, he goes for plan B.  

Glûg's Death

Glûg's death has "well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions" vibes for having betrayed Adar and sided with Sauron, instead.

Tolkien never specifically wrote about the Orcs lifespans: we know they aren’t immortal like the moriondor (Adar and the other Elves corrupted by Morgoth) and they reproduce like every other “humanoid” being. Meaning, Glûg has never met Sauron before, and has only heard the tales. He was already suspicious that Adar was sacrificing the Orcs for nothing, with other Orcs believing he was chasing a ghost. Well, when Glûg meets Sauron for the first time, he’s shocked to discover that he’s not terrible or cruel like he was told, but rather “nice” and soft-spoken (even asking his name). And, so, Glûg has the confirmation that Adar was, in fact, wrong and killing off his children for nothing... (well, he came to regret that at the end). 

However, Glûg is the one who places a blade at Galadriel’s neck during the “Adar and Elrond tent scene” in 2x07, and we see Elrond’s reaction to it. And so, if Adar was to give the order, it would have been Glûg who would kill Galadriel in that scene.

In 2x08, Sauron kills Glûg after Galadriel throws herself off a cliff.

Many assume this was done in a rage fit, but this isn’t Sauron’s character. And he already lost control with Celebrimbor in this episode and that’s why, according to Charlie Vickers, he cries in that scene: Sauron recalls his time at Morgoth’s side and doesn’t want to end up destructive and nihilist like his master was.

So I would argue the “rage fit” explanation is not it. Could it be, that Sauron - who is always gaslighting others and in self-denial trying to find justifications for his own actions and project them onto others (as Celebrimbor told him in 2x07) - kills Glûg because this Orc was the last being he saw threatening Galadriel’s life? And projects his own guilt onto him? And how could he know that, unless he was the “Elrond” in the room? Because Sauron is powerful, but he isn’t able to see everything just yet. 

IV) Plot holes:

Plot holes from 2x06 and 2x07 that only make sense if it's Sauron and not Elrond in that tent with Adar.

What did the corpse that showed up at Eregion in 2x06 truly said for Sauron to react in such way (when no one was looking at him)?

Clearly it didn't say "Where is he?" because Halbrand/Sauron was the one who told Adar that "Sauron" was in Eregion, in 2x01, to plant the seeds for the Battle of Eregion.

This could also explain where Sauron got the pin. We know Galadriel loses her cloak and pin in 2x04, when she faces the Orcs and gets captured by Adar. If Sauron was keeping an eye on her (pun non intended), he could have retrieved her pin there. And this would also explain Sauron's reaction to the corpse in 2x06: it was a message from Adar revealing that he had Galadriel in captivity. 

Why didn't Adar take Nenya (nor even checked) from Elrond in that scene?

It was the ring he wanted to destroy Sauron. Why sacrifice more Orcs and waste time? And what guarantee did Adar have he would see Elrond again, alive or even with the ring on his possession? Was it only because Adar had a "flair for the dramatics"?

And why does Adar looks into Elrond's eyes before lifting him up (to make sure it's actually him?)?

Why, after obsessing over her for the whole season, we, the audience, didn’t get to see Sauron’s reaction to Galadriel being locked in a cage?

Sauron was at the walls of Eregion with Celebrimbor and the guards when the Elven army arrives, and the scene shows him looking in their direction. Are you telling me the "mastermind" behind this battle wasn't interested in knowing what would happen next!?

Note:

If the only the argument against this theory is that Robert Aramayo and the showrunners already gave interviews explaining the kiss, I would like to recall that Charlie Vickers spent the whole of Season 1 promotion saying that “Halbrand is just a man”, or them saying that “Haladriel wasn’t romantic” for two whole years. And, apparently, Galadriel has been in love with Halbrand, all along (and this was only revealed after Season 2 finale).

I would advise my fellow fans not to placed too much trust in interviews concerning this theory, or any other, really. “Rings of Power” follows the “Game of Thrones” formula: it’s a show full of mystery boxes and plot twists, sometimes from one season to the next.

The only question here is: will Season 3 reveal it or it will be an abandoned plot, or left ambiguous.

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Oh the notebook, hmmm is the point of it to prove to us that Jason can provide for us? Like basically prove his worth? He gets anything to us so quickly because he doesn't want to make it seem like he's incapable of givng us what he thinks is a perfect life(and also to flaunt his power and control slightly to boost his ego, show how strong he's become once he escaped Arkham, how even though he hates to admit it, that we're the only thing left that he thinks keeps him tethered to reality anymore. That notebook proves to you that he's the best choice for you.)

Oh Jason:( i love him, he needs therapy lol the poor boy

He treats us how he wished he was treated before his kidnapping, before the torture, before the Joker showed him that Batman didn't care enough, that if something happened to us that killed us, he'd burn down Gotham and the World just for everyone to feel an ounce of the pain he did at our loss like how he believed Batman would've done to the Joker but ofc thats not how Batman does things

Ahh, nonnie, you're so close. On the surface level, the notebook is about proving his worth. It's showing that he can get you anything you could ever want, that everything and anything is at your feet as long as you're with him.

But there's more to it, at least in my head. The notebook is a trap. It's a pitfall for both of you. Using it, especially after finding out who the Arkham Knight is, is only reinforcing the thought in his head that's he's not good enough unless there's an exchange of some kind between you.

There's no 'good ending' involved when the relationship is built on something so unhealthy. (I hate to call it a good or bad ending, but it's the word that fit the best) Using the notebook to ask for kisses or dates, well, you're just proving him right by giving in.

Maybe you're into that, but when I wrote the notebook into A Gilded Cage, the point was not to use it. Sure, at first, it was used, but it was more to try and test the kidnappers. Anytime after the identity reveal, it gets used out of desperation.

It's important to remember he's kidnapped you, taken you away from your life, and won't let you leave without a security detail and strict restrictions. He thinks he's saving you, protecting you, and by using the notebook, he's going to see it as you agreeing with him, accepting that this is your life.

So, yes, he'll get you flowers, he'll bring you a fancy ring, he'll find the art piece that's been missing for centuries, but you're only dragging him and yourself down by using the notebook. There's no saving someone who thinks they don't need to be saved.

(I hope I explained my thought process well enough. But, long story short, you're not supposed to want to use the notebook. Maybe I did a poor job of showing that in my writing, but I guess it's fun to speculate all the things you could ask for)

[yourheart-inmyhands]

Hiya, I love your yandere archons and a someone else request got an idea brewing in my head. You said the reader can’t be powerful or more because it would make them like the traveler… But what if the reader isn’t even a human? Like a primordial deity/being or something like lovecraft? An eldritch being? Basically a darling who can’t be physically chained or overpowered? How can they charm/persuade the darling? Like trying to seduce Azothoth!like darling, like those scheming yandere they are? Like you know those court drama where the consorts fight for the emperor? Ya know poison, blackmail, etc? That’s the archons for the darling. Is this too complicated? Anyway keep up the good work.

ah this was such an interesting ask! it definitely let me bring out some more obscure head canons of mine so thank you so much! :3c

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behavior, mentions of animal slaughter, uh not much this is actually a pretty tame post, archons are actually kinda nice for once, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Venti would hound you constantly, showing up wherever you seem to be staying to constantly chat you up. At first he starts just straight up begging but slowly it devolves into just chatting, slowly making you fall in love with him as he learns more about you and you him.

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you saw the familiar green bard bounding over to you, a bottle of wine in his hands and a basket of some human food you had mentioned enjoying. He made sure to always bring something to share with you while you talked, just a little something to keep the conversation going for longer. The bottle of wine was usually for Venti but if you showed interest he wouldn’t mind sharing. Slowly, as he visits you day after day, you find yourself enjoying the presence of the boisterous male. He may have fallen first, but you fell harder.

Yandere!Zhongli would use his history of Liyue to woo you, thrilling I know. This somehow seems to work in his favor though as he can invite you on walks with him and then spend the whole time telling you about the history of the area and all the fun little details. It may seem boring, but somehow the century old dragon seems to make it fun, his passion for history rubbing off on you just a little bit.

You listened intently as Zhongli told you random, generally useless facts about the spot you currently stood at. While you will admit that he had bored you at first, you had come to love his strange little information tidbits. The passion he had for history was admirable and the joyful effect it seemed to have on him rubbed off on you the more he told you. It had started with a simple proposition: join him for a walk and if he told you something you didn’t know, that he could prove was true, then you’d join him for another. If you did know it already, then he would leave you alone. What he didn’t tell you though was that he had no plans of leaving you alone, setting up something that was entirely untrue just to win the little deal. It’s the only time he’s ever lied to you.

Yandere!Raiden would act similarly to male birds, where she flaunts what she’s capable of to entice you to choose her. Though she doesn’t do a silly dance with pretty feathers, instead she showcases her power. She flaunts her capabilities as a partner and uses that to entice you.

While your power as an eldritch being was scaled differently from Raiden, it didn’t mean she couldn’t still showcase her strength to you. Showing you the skeleton of the giant serpent she had slain was only so impressive so instead she challenges you. Bring her anything and she’ll kill it. From wild boar to giant whales, everything you had brought to Raiden she made quick work of. She even offered to dive into the waters and hunt down something herself but you insisted it wasn’t necessary. She had proven herself plenty, you were simply giving her a hard time to see how far she’d go. It almost made you feel bad, killing the insignificant wildlife simply for a bit of a show, but Raiden always made sure the animal went to good use. That was something you liked about her, even if she was busy showing off and flaunting to you, she still made sure that nothing was wasted. 

Yandere!Furina would have nothing to offer but herself. She isn’t incredibly funny, she’s not super strong, she can’t tell you cool facts about her nation or even spend all day talking to you. All she can give you is late nights under the stars, laying there as she points out all the constellations to you. In her early years as the Hydro Archon she would often spend her time stargazing, finding the action perfect to unwind when she was stressed.

Every night, after finishing up with court proceedings for the day, Furina would meet you at the same spot. She’d lay out a blanket, whether you lay on it with her or not, and stare up at the sky. Sometimes she’s silent, just enjoying your presence as a calming figure in her life, and sometimes she’ll point out the constellations to you. Furina thinks you’re absolutely darling but you’re way above her league and she doesn’t have anything that she can use to attract you to her. So she settles for these quiet nights with you, gazing at the stars as she used to in her youth. On nights where she does tell you about the constellations, she tells you how to find it, where the name comes from, and if it applies, the story behind each one. Her favorites are Cassiopeia and Cetus.

[sixeyescurseuser]

(Headcanon)

Thinking about Shoko who gets hella confused when she interacts with men who aren’t Gojo or Geto, aka gay icons. She just spends so much time with those fools, who are admittedly quite entertaining to watch. 

Shoko will observe hetero men and wonder: “Huh, why don’t they put their hands on their hips? Not sassy enough…”

Or, “He’s talking on the phone without bending his neck at a 90° angle?”

Or, “Man, this guy is like a rock. So expressionless.”

Shoko sees the str8 guys’ pants and thinks: “Not skinny jeans, but also not those billowy loose pantaloons…”

Plus, getting str8 men to engage in actual conversation can be a PAIN. Why don’t they reciprocate basic questions? Would it kill them to add inflection to their tone, or give more than two-sentence answers?

Meanwhile, Gojo and Geto never stop talking. They have the innate skill of arguing about the dumbest shit. They’re loud af too. Shoko frequently has to tell them to shut the fuck up.  

At first, Geto will be like, “Satoru, we need to lower our voices,” but then he gets too heated in proving his point and forgoes his manners. Gojo simply has no problem egging Geto on, nor speaking whatever comes to his mind.

***

During one of the goodwill exchange events, Gojo and Geto grew bored and began competing against each other. Even the Kyoto guys, who are rugged and masculine by traditional standards, have to veer out of the way to avoid their path of destruction. 

No one stands a chance against the gays.

(Gojo, jumping out of the way when Geto sends a tornado kick: “Woah! That made your ass look good, Suguru!”

Geto rolls his eyes and continues to try to beat this loser. 

Moments later, Yaga-sensei broadcasts to the  entire arena, yelling at his students to, “Quit fighting each other - you do enough of that already - and focus on the competition!”

Gojo tackles Geto while yelling: “Suguru started it!”

Geto yanks on Gojo’s hair. “Satoru you fucking LIAR!”)

***

Then, there’s conversations that make it clear to Shoko that despite being able to start a podcast each time they open their mouths, having interesting fashion, or flaunting undeniable charisma and fuck-you-you’re-irrelevant energy, the gays still have their shit to figure out. 

Meaning, they should really kiss. Each other. 

That will happen in due time, Shoko is sure.

For now, she’ll enjoy the entertainment the strongest pair insist on showcasing - for free - every day. 

(Gojo, rubbing his full tummy after devouring an all-you-can-eat buffet: "Guys, I’m pregnant.”

Shoko turns to Geto. “Congrats.”

“Damn,” Geto says without missing a beat. He glances at Gojo with soft eyes. “But we used a condom.”

Gojo nudges Geto with his shoulder, then gazes up at Geto over the rims of his black shades. “I poked holes in it beforehand. Didn’t think it’d actually take though…”

They continue like that for a sickeningly long time, fabricating an entire story full of scandalous decisions and questioning family-planning. 

Shoko doesn’t comment on their bright, pink cheeks by the end of it.)

*** w/ @no-one-says-hi

[shawty-writes-a-little]

Mundane longing 3.

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Summary: Spencer feels drawn to what little family the reader as made, it makes him think differently of his workspace nemesis but he’s unsure what these feelings are…

Word count: 3.3k

An: hi sorry I’m picking this up again and I’ll try to post a new chapter once a week <3

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The back up was quick to arrive after Spencer called which was immediately after Y/n left the car. Though when daniel tried to make his run and y/n got in the way, he was smart enough to not kill an officer but hit her with his gun on the head as he ran. Just not fast enough.

They got Daniel’s confession of plotting over the victim’s company and an affair with his wife…classic. Y/n had called it apparently and much to Spencer’s displeasure she would rub this in his face for quite a while. Even with a head injury as she sat with legs dangling out of an ambulance pressing on her wound like the medics asked and worked on the injury.

Spencer too kept lingering on the injury closely, as if he’s the medic y/n thought to herself. The band aid was pressed huge on her forehead as Spencer examined it after the medics left “Okay that’s enough” Y/n spoke pushing his concentrated face examining her injury away and proceeded to stand up.

Instantly he sat her down again by her wrists “Do not stand up too fast you’ll get a concussion-”

“Oh and you can prevent that doctor bizarre?” She spoke snorting.

“I can’t but you might just not be able to turn up to the bureau tomorrow. I would have to do the paperwork for our case also I don’t want to be held accountable for your injury, that you caused all by yourself doing something I advised you not to do but you did anyways because of your recklessness.” He explained flashing an ironic smile at her and helped her out of the ambulance, even though she could’ve stood out all on herself.

“But we got the confession! Wait whose theory proved right again? Mine! And whose recklessness got us the confessions? Mine!” Y/n walked in front of him with backward steps to flash her all so victorious face in front of him as they walked towards the car.

She attempted to to open the door to the driver’s seat when Spencer got in her way “Absolutely not. You might have a potential concussion and it’s dark right now believe it or not I’d rather die of old age.” Sighing y/n rolled her eyes and walked to the other side of the car aware he was always so prepared for an argument, she was as well but not as of now. “You’re a reckless driver anyways” Spencer added as the two of the entered the car.

“Just drive.”

Spencer drove the two of them back to y/n’s neighbourhood and most of the ride was just two of them going over each other fault’s on the case, Spencer criticising the stunt she pulled out there, y/n flaunting the success of her side of the theory. It was surprising how shortly the road back to her house leaded, they often lost track of time amongst their constant debates.

Before he pulled up by her house y/n asked him to stop about three blocks down her own house because she had to pickup Julian from his friend’s house. Spencer waited outside in the car as Y/n left, greeted the supposed Julian’s friend’s mom. It was just the later part of the evening around dinner time of suburban houses.

After a while y/n exited the house with Julian in her arms, fast asleep. She opened the door and buckled both her and Julian even though her house was just three blocks down “Pick me up by 10 y/n” she whispered to Spencer chuckling in a mocking of the Julian’s voice. “Guess fake sword fight is tiring enough.”

Reaching her house Spencer was the first one to get out of his seat while y/n unfastened her seat belt Spencer walked around to her seat opening the door for her, he gestured to pick up Julian from her arms but she shrugged her shoulders implying it was alright. “You’ve got a injury, let me” he whispered as y/n gave in. He held Julian in his arms gently holding his torso and supporting the back of the 7 year old’s head with his free hand as Julian’s face settled by the crook of his neck still sound asleep. It wasn’t very often that Spencer would help her out this way, she recalled how he wouldn’t even hold the door for her, he’d shut the door right before she was about to enter the room (she did the same), never once brought her coffee even if he fitted 4 in his hands, probably never even passed her a paperweight. Maybe a little band aid comes with perks she thought as she opened the main door to her house.

With silent steps through scattered toys in the living room careful not to wake up Julian, she guided Spencer through the stairs to Julian’s room. Spencer took in her house as he hadn’t been much further than her living room and office room, the stairway walls were covered with pictures most of them of Julian and of y/n. Pictures of Julian as a baby to his first day of school and some Disneyland trips, arcade, Halloween, Christmas. Some older faces he gathered would be y/n’s parents and others of her family there were even a few pictures from the bau. He let out a low chuckle at her high school photo “That’s you?” He spoke in a hushed tone.

“Shut up.” She glared at him because obviously he found her younger self in her roller blades phase amusing. They reached Julian’s room and Spencer gently placed him on his spaceship themed bed with themed covers. Y/n crouched down to pull the blanket over him kissing the top of his forehead she turned on the night lamp on the side. Spencer observed the very expressive room of Julian as well as a profiler that habit didn’t leave him much. One side of it was forest themed and the other had newer objects of astronomy obsession all around. The curious young minds of a million phases.

Once again reaching downstairs Spencer took his leave since he had to get back to his own house and the night was settling. “I will see you tomorrow” he spoke as y/n leaned on her doorframe seeing him off. “We still have the paperwork left so don’t be late I won’t be doing your part…again.”

“As if you’ve ever covered for me” y/n scoffed as he got inside his car and waved at him one last time as his car pulled out of her driveway.

—

The very next day Y/n entered the BAU announcing very cheerily about the case, who got it right, receiving scoffs from Spencer like always. Emily wasn’t sure if the plan to put them both on a case together might’ve worked or not “At least they didn’t kill one another. Cheers to that” JJ commented raising the cup she had in her hands.

“Don’t get too smug we still have paper work for the case left and I’d be delighted to write how partner irresponsible went completely against what I advised and got herself a head injury!” He added smiling at her pridefully because she was the one who got herself hurt. He’d already told Emily that y/n forgot her gun prior to a stakeout. Snitch.

“If I remember correctly partner irresponsible was the partner who cracked most of the case so well…” her voice trailed off as she tilted her head at Spencer and he rushed to his defence.

“Cracked the case? I’m sorry I’ve only been working alongside you on the case for the past whole week that’s way too much use of singular nouns y/l/n.”

“And you didn’t believe me until we had the confession you want to go there—“

“What do you mean didn’t believe you? Do you just expect me to take your word on cases without no input of—“

This was a usual bau morning. Both of the brightest FBI agents fighting like kindergarteners “Alright alright that’s enough” Emily stopped the ongoing debate of who was more efficient on the case between the two of them and parted them.

The team worked on the new class like always until before lunch break when y/n and Spencer continued on their paper work for their joint case, it took much longer than the rest of their paper case because it involved less clashes. Amidst the work y/n got a call and she hurriedly packed her table to leave, “Where are you going? We still need to deliver these to the next unit.” Spencer asked looking up from his desk.

“I really need to leave can’t you do that yourself?” Y/n spoke focused on finding her keys on the desk.

“We are partners on this case remember so yeah absolutely not.” He amused relaxing further into his seat. “Cant you leave during lunch break it’s almost time.” He’d marked how she often didn’t have lunches at bau but now that he knew of Julian it was quick to gather she’d pick him from school, have lunch with him and return back. Surprisingly she was always on time so always in a hurry but her body language seemed rather stressed as she moved stuff from her desk.

“You know what? Take the papers come with me we’ll drop them off at the unit later it’s Julian’s school there’s an emergency.” She spoke with a distressed demeanour hurrying her way as Spencer got up gathering their joint paper work like she asked him to.

“What happened is everything alright?” He concerned as they walked to her car, she was pacing much faster than usual.

“I don’t know they just called me and told me I’m needed there…urgently!” She exhaled trying to calm her nerves as they buckled to leave. Spencer was sure he hadn’t sat in the passenger seat much tensed as y/n drove quite past the speed limit.

They reached the school and it was almost a bit before the school was supposed to be over since the school buss and the pick up parents were already in their place, plus it was near to their lunch time at bau so Spencer gathered that. The two of them walked through the hallways of the school to the principal’s office and found Julian sitting outside, with crossed arms. Spencer also noticed another kid sitting across him just as upset.

“Julian!” Y/n called out and rushed to him, bending on both of her knees as she scanned the boy for any injuries “What happened?”

“I got into a fight with Tyler” the boy replied with a downcast look as if he was embarrassed for what was about to come.

“It’s okay are you hurt anywhere?” Y/n cooed as he shook his head before she could be briefed more the door to the principal’s office opened as she stood up. “Stay here” she told Spencer as he took a seat next to Julian on the little bench.

“What happened buddy?” Spencer asked him softly as the boy huffed dramatically sitting forward.

“You see Tyler over there?” He whispered back to Spencer “He is always fighting with me. Always. Today Miss Rosie decided to sit the two of us together so we would stop fighting. During recess he stole one of my Oreos and y/n only packs me two!” He exclaimed shrugging his shoulders at Spencer.

“Well isn’t it a good habit to share?” Spencer spoke raising his brows at Julian but he had a resort for that too.

“It is! But he never wants to share the carrots or the spinach he always just steals the Oreos! He does it to everyone! We had an argument after snack time again and he circled all his friends and wasn’t letting it go! So I tried moving past him but he fell…all on his own! I didn’t even push him he wasn’t even hurt but he lied and told everyone I pushed him!” He explained to Spencer very defensively and he took note of his his brows furrowed together just like y/n’s, most of behaviourism habits amongst kids start at home. It looked almost resembling to y/n’s for Julian it was alright but y/n was always this dramatic.

Before Spencer could hear more of that the school bell rang as the kids flooded out of their classrooms along with y/n out of the principal’s office with supposedly Tyler’s mom given how she walked to the other kid with a cross look on her face.

Before y/n could greet her goodbye she left with Tyler rolling her eyes. Sighing y/n looked down at Julian as he held her hand to walk outside. “Come on” she told both of them flatly as they exited the building.

The ride back was completely silent, at least for a moment. Y/n kept looking back at Julian through the rear view mirror as he looked outside the window, acting clueless. “You pushed him?” She amused scoffing with a surprise, finally breaking the silence.

“I did NOT, he held the door to our class with all his friends and wasn’t letting me go!” Julian replied folding his arms.

“So you pushed him?!” Y/n asked again with her eyes on the road but she looked at Julian through the mirror, “And over what? What did you even fight about?”

“Everyone in my class knows you’re the big police-“ Julian began but Spencer couldn’t help interrupting at the term ‘big police’

“Uh what is big police?” He questioned but y/n replied for him shortly.

“FBI is the big police for him.”

“Because it is y/n! I told him you got hurt by your head fighting off the bad guys and everyone thought that was so cool! But because you told Jake’s mom in the morning what actually happened everyone laughed at me why did you do that!” He exclaimed turning around the blame.

“Wow-wow!” Y/n gasped surprised “Why did you lie?” She emphasised on you “I told you I was doing the laundry last night and the edge of the machine hit my head-that’s what happened and that’s what I told jake’s mom because she asked me!” It was infact a lie and Julian’s theory if only to look cool, was right but Spencer knew that and he looked at y/n confused. She gave him a slight nod meaning she’d explain later and he wasn’t the one to burst her lie as it is she would’ve surely thought something behind telling Julian another story.

“That sounds lame! Being the big police fighting bad guys makes you sound so much cooler. Jake told Tyler what you told his mom and you weren’t that cool anymore!” He waved his hands in the air resting them at the sides of his seat.

“Well Julian you know we don’t lie so there’s that…” she explained to him as her voice trailed off.

“And for the record I did not push him! He fell because of him and wasn’t even hurt but he blamed me—also he called you fake!”

“Called me fake?” Y/n asked confused on what that implied even though she wasn’t as interested in first grader’s insults but it mattered to Julian.

“He said FBI stands for fake bad investigation police!” Julian spoke and Spencer couldn’t help but smile at that and remained silent as the scene unfolded in front of him.

“What? I’ve told you what FBI means what does it matter?” She spoke unable to smile herself at how creative first graders were.

“I know and I told him thousand million times that it stands for French stick beauty of investigation.”

“Forensic bureau of investigation.” Both y/n and Spencer corrected him at the same time as he nodded sure that, his pronunciation was the correct one. “Either ways Julian, I know you don’t like Tyler but if you try and be nice to him he’ll be your friend in no time!”

“But I don’t want to be his friend!” Julian exclaimed.

“Yeah and he also steals his Oreos!” Spencer added for him as Julian sat forward in his seat agreeing with Spencer who only found this dispute as funny as y/n did but she was the one who had to deal with it of course.

“Don’t.” She spoke to Spencer “No Julian see if you make up your mind you don’t want to be friends with certain people because you got off on the wrong foot you’ll miss out on a lot of great friendships!”

“Then why are you not friends with Spencer?” The boy asked raising both his brows being in the interrogating position now. “He doesn’t seem a meanie to me! You also once called him the s-word.” Y/n often shared talks of her friends and how her days went in Julian’s language the way he would talk to her about his day and Spencer was well…her arch nemesis.

“The S-word?” Spencer fake gasped crossing his arms at y/n.

“S-t-e-w-p-i-d.” Julian whispered to Spencer but y/n heard it too and she was aware the s-word stood for stupid.

“Wow!” This time Spencer was actually shocked “Stupid? Y/n seriously?”

“Come on” she huffed shrugging it off as if she hadn’t said much worse to his face already and likewise “I am friends with Spencer you see even though he doesn’t listen to me often makes my job harder and always picks fights at me he’s still my friend and I’m nice to him.”

“Of course not!” Spencer exclaimed almost instantly “Im the one who’s nice to her she’s always bullying me.” Both his and Julian’s laugh followed as y/n nudged Spencer’s elbow “See! She is my Tyler-always stealing my coffee…rolls my chair everytime she passes by always-“

“Okay okay that was one time but did you know he’s always whining and making up complains about me to Emily?” Y/n defended herself but as their conversation escalated they’d both realised how many similarities their feud had to a dispute between first graders. Maybe the team wasn’t that wrong after all.

Pulling up by her house y/n dropped off Julian as his nanny was already there, she’d told him she’d return for lunch with him right after she drops off the papers to an ‘actual’ police unit and Julian took a note of flaunting about y/n knowing actual police in his school tomorrow.

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As it was just the two of them in the car again Spencer asked “Why did you tell Julian you got hurt by the edge of the washing machine?” He wouldn’t possibly judge her of course he was just curious given Julian preferred the better sounding story anyways.

“It’s a cool story to him now if I tell him I fought off the bad guy, caught a murderer and so on but you know when he grows up I don’t want him to think that I’m in danger with the job I do…once he reaches an age where he understands more he’ll only be afraid about this stuff and I’d rather him know a lame story than be afraid.” She explained simply as Spencer was a bit stunned. In truth, all their lives often remained on brisk with some complicated cases. But she’d thought much further for how Julian would feel about it, she was that understanding.

The serene worrying air she carried around her whenever anything came to Julian was truly a self or her he wasn’t aware of. The little family she had in Julian, the nurturing childhood she was giving him. As much as it hurt him to think neither of his parents could give that to him what y/n was managing quite well all on her own. Not once she’s shown up at the BAU without a smile or bothered with the hectic scenes of home given raising a child all by oneself wasn’t easy. At the same time it also troubled him why he was thinking of y/n this way, she was great for Julian but what of it? She was still his annoying colleague why did so much thought of her even occupy him?

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BSD: An Absurdist Analysis - Chapters 7 & 8 (Part 1)

Yosano and Kyouka: The Agency’s Women

[Masterpost]

I will be covering chapter 7 and 8 different from how I usually do these analyses, focusing on certain characters rather than the linear narrative. These two chapters revolve around the introduction of Yosano and Kyouka into the story, so I will focus on them for this post and make another ch. 7 & 8 post regarding other aspects of the chapters. 

So, let’s talk about Yosano!

This is her introductory chapter, spotlighting her personality and eventually her ability. One of my favorite moments by far is when she’s apologizing on Atsushi’s behalf for bumping into a rude, wealthy and entitled man who then kicks her in the face and she replies by threatening to stomp on his dick.

Later in the chapter, after Motojiro Kajii begins the bomb threat on the train, the same man begs for Yosano to save him after realizing she’s with the agency, perhaps hinting to the reader that he’s now had a change of heart… but then asks her to step on his dick. Appropriately, she drop-kicks the pervert. 

This highlights the absurdity of sexism and classism in modern society, the man flaunting his wealth earlier and insulting Yosano for being a woman, and is still unable to get over his bigoted ideology when his literal life is in danger. One would like to think that a woman being part of a powerful detective agency would earn the man’s respect, but in reality, this is not quite so true. He just wants to reap the advantages of having Yosano on his side by offering to pay her, but still objectifies her in the end. It’s a nuanced criticism that doesn’t magically solve sexism/classism by Yosano simply existing as a badass woman. 

This continues with Kajii’s interaction with Yosano, where he remarks that “women are so tough nowadays,” implying that it’s not in women’s nature to be strong. His sexist assumptions already put him at a disadvantage, because although he acknowledges Yosano’s strength, he still thinks himself more powerful and her stupid for trying to defy him.

In chapter 8, he calls her a “girl” and questions her intelligence, to which Yosano retaliates, calling Kajii "an idiot."

She’s goading him into injuring her here, knowing that her own ability will only work if she is on the brink of death, and it works. He drops a load of bombs on her, ignorantly assuming that there’s no chance of her survival. When he checks on her again, she uses this to her advantage, attacking him and effectively putting him in his place. 

Earlier, he had basically tried to mansplain death to her, not knowing who she was or what her background is, so she reveals her status as a doctor and explains her ability and understanding of death, threatening him.

After this, she half-kills Kajji and uses her ability on him enough times that she gets the information she needs and is able to speak to Atsushi over the intercom, allowing him to take charge of the situation. 

In summary, this chapter introduces Yosano as someone consistently overlooked because she is a woman, but she proves that she is capable and intelligent, which is not negated by the fact that she is also revealed to be borderline sadistic. It paints a nuanced portrait of a female character that will be further explored with her backstory much later in the manga. 

Now, let’s shift focus to Kyouka. 

Kyouka is silently present throughout chapter 7: capturing Dazai at the beginning and bumping into Atsushi at the train station. We know she is a threat, likely affiliated with the Port Mafia, but she is kept mysterious until the conclusion of chapter 7, using her appearance as a young, quiet girl as a cover until then. Atsushi tries to warn her against going toward the bomb before she reveals Demon Snow, who is being controlled by Akutagawa at this point. 

Continuing into Chapter 8, Atushi is shown to have been pretty injured by Demon Snow, and when he asks why a young girl like her is there, she reveals her very innocent interests and fears… and the fact that she’s killed thirty-five people in the last six months. 

Pairing the seemingly normal and even sweet personality traits consistent with a young girl with the fact that she’s an assassin is jarring, those two things do not belong together, and yet, in this absurd reality, there exists and girl who likes rabbits and has caused death. It’s absurd. 

After battling with Atsushi some more, she reveals that the bomb is strapped to her chest, reiterating her body count. Atsushi implores her to “express herself,” telling her that there’s more to life, imploring that they stop. Yosano then interrupts and Kyouka hands over the switch, only for Akutagawa to reveal through the phone that there is no way to defuse the bomb and it will go off regardless. 

She then pushes Atsushi away, attempting to jump off the train, and he then realizes that the phone controls her ability, that she has no autonomy and did not want to commit the murders she did. She has no autonomy. 

But rather than be resigned to her fate and allow herself and everyone on the train to die, Atsushi’s words seem to have affected her, and she decides to sacrifice only herself, jumping off the moving train.

While I cannot label this action as explicitly absurd (she believed she was dying either way and had completely lost hope), the fact that she’s rebelling against what Akutagawa wanted her to do, something she was unable to do thus far, is significant. I also think it is noteworthy that her ability is being controlled by a man, rendering her mostly unable to control her own actions, her hopelessness allowing for this. This appears to be in theme with the feminist lens these chapters seem to be taking. 

But as we already know with BSD, there is no situation that is completely hopeless, and Kyouka’s intended act of sacrifice allows Atsushi to jump out after her and save her, the bomb detaching from her chest far enough from the train that nobody gets injured. 

Kyouka will be further developed in future chapters, so I’ll wrap this up here at the end of chapter 8. What I will bring up is Kyouka’s similarities to Dazai, especially in his younger years. This is by no means an original idea, as many others have brought up this point on social media, but I do think it’s worth noting considering that the two share a certain amount of nihilism, which is only perpetuated by the toxic environment of the Port Mafia. Here, we see 

Kyouka taking her first steps toward breaking from this mindset, taking direct action so that nobody else got killed, seemingly the first decision she’s made for herself since her parents’ death. In this moment, she's reclaimed her autonomy.

This post is long enough as it is, so I’ll end it here. I will be making another post soon about chapters 7 and 8, focusing on Dazai’s capture, Kajji’s ideology, and Atsushi’s actions.

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Everything Is Coming Together… And Falling Apart | Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation is a wild ride. Books one and two set up a lot of information and book three lacked a lot of action to keep me invested. I have been waiting for something shocking to happen, either with the plot progression or with Wangji and Wuxian’s relationship, and welp, I got all of that and more in book four. This volume was well worth the wait! Not only do we get the events of the Burial Mound and the small victory for Wei Wuxian to prove he is not the mastermind behind this. But, we got the brain imploding reveal that Wei Wuxian not using his sword is not because he’s an egotistical asshole, but because be has no spiritual energy to properly wield the weapon. The fact that Wei Wuxian gave up his golden core for the 50% chance that it could be transferred to Jiang Cheng shows just how caring Wuxian is.

Starting off in the middle of the second siege of the Burial Mound, tensions run high as nobody knows who they can trust. Wei Wuxian is common enemy number one, but is backed by the trustworthy and honorable Lan Wangji. Su She is a no-good cultivator who left his original clan only to carry with him the secrets and techniques to his new clan. Those cultivators who climbed up the mountain to destroy Wei Wuxian surly had so much hatred in their hearts after they had to crawl into the Yiling Patriarchs cave for protection. Getting saved by Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning was a huge slap in the face to all of them.

This volume was full of anguish through and through. The never ending tension between Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian could be cut with a knife, I have officially given up on any type of reconciliation of their friendship at this point. Returning to Lotus Pier after the catastrophe of the Burial Mound attack and seeing the budding relationship between Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji was clearly too much for Jiang Cheng who sees himself as the victim who lost nearly everything and must live seeing the cause of his downfall flaunt his good fortune in his home. The fight in the Ancestral Home seems to be the final straw in the friendship.

The discovery that Wei Wuxian no longer has a Golden Core because he underwent surgery to transplant it to Jiang Cheng was the most shocking piece of information. Knowing how much Wei Wuxian cares about his family (his excitement about his sister getting married and the life of her child, the disappointment of not being able to actually attend events for Jin Ling, and the guilt over the deaths) and seeing how terribly his relationship ends up with Jiang Cheng, someone who he views as a brother, is incredibly sad to see. Knowing what he went through in order to help Jiang Cheng be able to cultivate, you can see that he is selfless for those he cares about. Going through excruciating pain for the (less than) fifty percent chance of this procedure working. This led to Wei Wuxian only being able to cultivate the demonic path in order to have any type of power. He can no longer use his sword, and he is forever left to be hated by those around him for trying to save those he believes should not be killed for the acts of a few who happen to share their name.

The entire last section between Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji was such a trip. Having both of them tense from the fight with Jiang Cheng and sharing a room was a recipe for disaster. A drunk Lan Wangji is a chaotic force of nature. Stealing chickens and fruit, drawing on the walls with his sword, and breaking a bathtub. The upset emotions are showing so clearly in his drunken state. Lan Wangji wants to show off that ha can be fun too, that he can be reckless like Wei Wuxian’s stories.

Having things escalate in the bathtub and carry over the line on the bed was probably the worst timing for this to happen. Both were upset and stress with everything that was happening at the time. Lan Wanji gets less filtered and proper when drunk, so he let those inner thoughts come out full force. Wei Wuxian has admitted his feelings and longing for Lan Wangji and is taken over by his emotions once pulled into the bathtub. Both have a sweeping realization after the act is done, neither of them know what the other was thinking, or how they feel about what just happened between them. The tense awkward atmosphere is the end of any type of comfort they feel with each other, leaving them thinking the other hated everything or advantage was taken.

The ending of this book is such a cliffhanger. Knowing the Wei Wuxian is having a mini mental breakdown thinking that he took advantage of Lan Wangji, he seems like he is going to go on a rampage that will result in him purposely hurting himself for the sake of mending his guilt in some way. I have no idea how this relationship will find common ground so they can talk everything out. I have no idea how the events of book five will play out, this ending is so open and there are still multiple points in this story that need to be wrapped up, so I feel like these last 400 pages are going to be even more hard hitting.

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Chronicverse ( aka my version of) Edward Nygma:

YIPPEE!!! My little version of the Riddler! Took me freaking FOREVER.

TW: Narcissism, OCD, Anxiety, Body Focused Repetitive Behaviors (BFRB), Excoriation Disorder (Skin Picking), Abuse, Manipulation

❓ Let's start with the obvious. This guy's a huge narcissist. Specifically, he is a cerebral narcissist, which is a type of narcissism where the person focuses mainly on flaunting their intellectual ability. He acts extremely pretentious about his intelligence, often speaking to those around him in a condescending tone. However, there are a few times where he does try to flaunt his appearance, specifically in the way he dresses. This, in its own way, is him flaunting his intellect. He wears fancy outfits because he believes the masses won't understand what he is saying, so they need something to remember him by. If they can't understand or remember a thing he says, they'll remember how he presents himself.

❓ This goes into his villain persona of The Riddler. He wears a simple green suit and dress pants. Underneath, he wears a sparkling black dress shirt and purple tie. Mask? What mask? A mask wouldn't be as interesting for the public to see as makeup. He uses makeup to create a "mask". Around his left eye he makes a shimmering green question mark, with the rest of his "mask" being purple makeup. He spends a LOT of time on his makeup. He needs to show just how dedicated he is to proving the masses need teaching.

❓ You see, while his main goal is to prove his intellectual superiority, he also does want to teach the ignorant rabble a thing or two. In fact, before his first capture and subsequent firing, he was an English professor at Gotham University. That was how he learned about Professor Crane, since he was hired a year before Edward became The Riddler. He chose English, because it was not only his favorite subject as a kid, but also the one he got the highest grades in. He even wrote short stories in his free time, winning a few awards in competitions.

❓ He always wears long sleeves and long pants while outside, even in the blistering summer heat. He has a few nasty habits, some of which are related to his OCD, which already causes him to have anxieties around his outfits and other aspects of his life. His main issue that causes him to wear long clothing is his excoriation disorder, causing him to pick and scratch at his skin, mainly his arms, legs, and the soles of his feet. This has led to a few of his captures by Batman, where he would start running only to double over in pain as he steps on his foot the wrong way, right where he last picked at it.

❓ He doesn't have a compulsion to leave behind riddles at his crimes in this universe. Instead, his compulsions tend to be about security. He'll got around his house or lair, checking the locks on his doors repeatedly. He needs to make sure those doors are locked. Not only does he have Batman as a problem, but Gotham IS the most crime filled city in the USA. Who knows if some random criminal is going to decide to try to break in and steal his things? Much worse, try to kill him? He may be smart, but even he is aware that he isn't the strongest in terms of physical strength.

❓ He also needs to make sure he is clean. Whenever he walks by one of the various sinks, bottles of hand sanitizer, or any material used for personal hygiene, he needs to clean himself. Not only is it so that he is presentable, but also so that he doesn't get infections from the various places on his skin he has picked and scratched at. Sometimes he goes from washing his hands, to his arms, then he decides that he might as well hop in the shower for the second time that day. A big part of why he hates going to Arkham Asylum is that they limit him to one shower, so when he gets that compulsion to take another one, he has to just sit and die inside. Also, that place is FILTHY to him.

❓ He isn't very open about his backstory. When he does talk about it, he'll sometimes contradict himself. He mainly opens up about successes, which all don't have any contradicting story to cause any suspicion of whether or not they are true. However, when he is asked about any negatives in his childhood, there are a LOT of contradicting storylines. This has caused many doctors in Arkham to heavily suspect that, while there could be some truth to the tales he tells of abuse by his parents, he may either be embellishing them or completely making up events to garner sympathy for himself. After looking into his family, they did find that he was embellishing the truth and creating false events, though his father was abusive towards both him and his mother. However, despite what Edward says, there doesn't seem to be any documented evidence of abuse from his mother. New staff members and patients that are expected to possibly get into contact with Edward are warned of this, as he has been shown to have a habit of using these stories, both true and false, to manipulate others into feeling sorry for him.

❓ His way with words has given him a streak not only attempting to, but successfully manipulating both patients and staff members alike. Before people found out of his lies regarding his background, he had been able to manipulate a doctor into giving him special treatment regarding recreation time, meals, and even objects like books to keep in his cell, which led to him escaping using those privileges. Many of the people who work for him do so under the guise that he is some poor man that people hate due to whatever reason he drums up that day. When these goons of his get hurt by his actions, he feels them back in with the excuse of "oh, I am so sorry. Everyone makes mistakes! I'm just a human, you know. I'm growing and working on myself. Give me another chance!"

❓ When he worked at Gotham University, he had practically every other teacher there convinced that he was a good person. Everyone except Professor Crane, due to him knowing better and being able to see through his manipulative tactics, partly due to his degree in psychology. This caused Edward to resent the man with a passion, until later on in his criminal career, when he witnessed Professor Crane getting ready to commit his latest crime of "acquiring another patient from the streets". That resentment quickly turned to intrigue, as he realized he could have more competition in the criminal underworld.

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Covet chapters 104-107

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Chapter 104

Nuri gave us a week, but here she is after only three days going back on her word.

I can’t even pretend to be shocked that Flint’s shitty mom is being shitty again. 

“You gave in to a vampire—you gave in to Cyrus, who you hate—because you’re as weak and power-hungry as the rest of them.” 

“Grace, stop,” Uncle Finn tells me, and there’s a warning in his voice— in his eyes—that I’m going too far.

WELL, SOMEBODY HAS TO TAKE THESE ASSHOLES DOWN SEVERAL PEGS. MIGHT AS WELL BE THE LITTLE GIRL THAT THEY’VE SHAT ALL OVER FOR THE PAST YEAR. 

“You’ve lost any support you might have had from me,” she hisses.

This is a joke, right? Even when Grace made the deal with Nuri literally not even three days ago, she knew that Nuri was so goddamned full of shit.

Nuri showing up and arresting Hudson after three days instead of the promised week is simply proving Grace right. 

“All right, then.” Nuri swings around to her guards. “You heard her. Seize the gargoyle.” And just like that, my life changes. Again.

Chapter 104 summary: Grace feels as though the actual graduation ceremony is beyond underwhelming. Especially considering that there are four different groups of supernatural creatures. There’s no pizazz… There’s no showmanship!

Hudson comes over to her later, and things are stupid awkward between them. She apologises for having tried to help Jaxon. He says that she’s got nothing to apologise about; that he loves his brother, too, and obviously wants to help him. 

Right then, Nuri comes over and arrests Hudson again. In doing so, not only is she breaking her promise with Grace, but Finn also reminds her that the school is supposed to be safe grounds. Nuri flaunts some newly changed law that any law-breakers can be arrested so long as they’re not actually students at the school. Finn says that you simply cannot change the law and tell nobody about this. 

Grace and Nuri get into it, as which Grace calls Nuri a lily-livered chicken-shit with no real power. Nuri calls Grace an immature baby. As Nuri takes Hudson away, Grace says that it’s her right as Hudson’s mate to go with him. She tells Finn that Macy will explain everything later, and she’s hauled away, too. 

Chapter 105

“He’s my son, Finn.” She looks devastated. “I’ve given Cyrus everything he wants. Why would he do this?”

Did this lady wake up and take an extra dose of her stupid pills this morning or what? She’s got a negative IQ if she thinks that Cyrus was EVER on her side!

I can’t wrap my head around it as they walk us into the forest—and straight into a portal that Cyrus obviously had opened for just this occasion. Then again, I realize I don’t have to imagine it. I’ll be seeing it firsthand soon enough.

Chapter 105 summary: Nuri’s guards are more than a little rough with slapping the cuffs onto Grace. 

After Grace has been handcuffed with the anti-magic cuffs (which I’d like to remind you are fucking pointless), Cyrus comes over and issues an arrest warrant for Flint. For trying to kill the last gargoyle. Grace is floored by the man’s audacity… Mainly because practically everybody there already knows that he’s so goddamned full of shit. 

The only one who’s more floored than Grace is Nuri. She legit thought that siding with him and doing everything he wanted was somehow going to protect her and her family. Grace wants to rub it into her face, but she doesn’t like kicking people when they’re down. 

After Finn breaks up the would-be fight between Cyrus and Nuri, Nuri goes over to her son. She tells him that since Grace is still alive, all Flint has to do is “atone for his sins”, and then he’ll be out of there in no time. 

Grace wonders exactly what kind of a place that this is, but then remembers that she’ll be there soon anyway. 

Chapter 106

I take a deep breath and reach for the ring…and can’t do it. Removing it now would be like giving up on Hudson. On us. And I know I will have to eventually to save Jaxon, but I can’t do it today. I’m not ready to lose him yet. “I’ll keep it.”

Chapter 106 summary: Grace falls through the portal, where she comes face to face with a scary lady. I’m pretty sure that she’s a medusa. The woman takes Grace’s gargoyle powers, which freaks Grace out more than anything. She makes Grace stand in a small box, where wind blasts her, and then there’s some fire that doesn’t quite touch Grace. 

After that, she makes Grace change into a black prison jumpsuit, and takes all of Grace’s jewellery. But not the promise ring. She tells Grace that the prison is not a “get out of promises” card. Grace doesn’t know what Hudson promised her, but decides to keep the ring on. 

Chapter 107

And that’s before a low, terrifying growl comes from seemingly nowhere and makes every hair on my body stand straight up.

Chapter 107 summary: The lady takes Grace to some sort of processing room, which despite being staffed by zombie-looking creatures, is so ordinary and mundane that Grace feels a little better. Hudson and eventually Flint come in after her, and the guards who were taking care of the initial processing leave. 

As they’re sitting there, the boys say that the check-in people were Basilisks, not medusas. Flint will not stop talking about some prisoner named Remy, and asks a bunch of times to be put in a cell with him. As they’re being led away, they ask who Remy is. Flint said that it was the last thing his mom said to him. 

The zombie-creatures shove the three of them into a room, but rather than a room, it’s a chute that dumps them out somewhere. The thing that might be Remy starts growling, and scares Grace something fierce. 

[anthonybialy]

Burning Desire

Pondering what they can get away with is a sure sign those who want to expand the state’s power will use it shrewdly.  Ceaseless efforts to grab whatever authority is in reach are unsurprising from overbearing goons who think rights are granted by benevolent executives and a loving government.  But the urge remains disappointing.  We’re trying to have a republic here.

A few fellow humans flaunt the hideous mentality that frames anything you have as a privilege that can be confiscated on a whim.  Having things and rights taken is for your own good.

Cooking food will kill you.  You’re ignorant enough to believe it’s lack of energy that will prove fatal.  But it was your stove all along.  Some predatory capitalist sold you a method for turning healthy raw ingredients into lethal poison rendered such by an apparently deadly fuel.  How did you even survive pancake day?

The tone is as irrational as the alleged science.  You’re a gullible moron for thinking capricious bureaucrats are going to keep you from preparing pasta the way you want and also a diabolical fiend for preparing food in a way that ruins our precious globe while giving orphans asthma.

Those who want to take your stuff aren’t as cunning as they hoped.  Clumsy despotism is easy to spot by food fascists’ inability to pick one editorial direction.  But the inability of dim culinary brutes to keep their dastardly plans secret shouldn’t be the only thing keeping our goods from being quasi-legally impounded.

Not grasping that every single thing comes with a tradeoff makes the inherently deleterious impact worse.  We’re talking about more than cooking.  It’s tough for aspiring autocrats to see the big picture when they’re so focused on screwing up the small one.  The pitiable humanity examples known as Joe Biden fans loathe markets for the same reason, namely they want something for nothing.  They generate plenty of the latter.

Completely tilting the balances is just another unforeseen consequence.  Bossy Democrats who’ve never been bosses strive to prohibit others from using heat to modify eggs they can’t afford, anyway.  The same Earth-loving visionaries decided that gasoline renders Earth uninhabitable, so they strive to replace cars that work with coal.  Never leaving the driveway is best for the environment.

You’ll have to stay tuned in to learn what’s the proposed ban of the week.  Spinning the fascist nanny wheel offers the greatest thrill of what is regrettably known as the Biden era.  Visionaries are currently deciding if it’s vaping, plastic bags, sodie pop, or working automobiles that are keeping us from being alive.

Your elected betters not only decide what’s horrific for you but conclude it’s so frightening that you must lose access.  Children seize choice from adults.  For people who constantly tell you what you’re not allowed, it’s far from their only unhealthy habit.

Money never seen is the easiest to steal.  Just ask your government.  Don’t do so during an audit or they’ll harass you even more  Pondering how much has been seized is tough when pirates strike pre-emptively.  Remember the technique tip of striking before the victims even know they’re robbed.  Muggers are so crude.  They never learn to steal with style.  Democrats still aren’t going to arrest them or anything.

Sneakiness is always a sign people adore what you do.  Liberal favorites range from withholding huge chunks of paychecks to taxing the rich into submission so they can’t buy more to regulations that choke without victims even realizing they’ve been deprived of oxygen.

Policies are certainly destined to succeed if proponents must make you comply.  Censors of decisions float maniacal invasions into everyday life to see what will not cause enough outrage to prevent their dreams of utter control.

The excessively mature might go bold and blame constant failures on being denied every single thing they want.  A tantrum about not getting every Lego set from Santa is a sure sign of maturity.  Sure, health care is unhealthy and uncaring, but that’s only because government can only be mostly involved.  Cruel Republicans oppose a wholesale takeover by the post office people.

Democrats never forgive those who elected them.  The constant search for what they can yoink next is either an example of knowing authoritarianism or unaware nature.  They’re both bad, so that settles the debate.  As far as unmutual dissenters who dared cast ballots against state power, they’re always going to face punitive action.  All credit goes to kind and loving politicians who vengefully take what belongs to private citizens for society’s benefit.

Playing constant defense is the strategy of very dispassionate grabby office-fillers.  They can only try to overwhelm with attacks on multiple fronts using virtually limitless power they naturally abuse.  Taking resources and rights enables more of the same.  It’s no wonder human vampires think free markets are parasitic.

Doing everything they can to take the American parts out of America is one way of expressing patriotism.  Elected nannies fight the outrage of choosing what products you’d like and spending what you earn.  Constant prowling isn’t beneficial when it’s used to render you less comfortable.  Greedily enjoy decadent cooked food while you have the nerve to turn on a burner.

[stegrossaurus]

They'll Drag You Down

They’ll Drag You Down

By Em

Our parents’ promotions at their work meant that we’d be moving north in a week. With the increase in money, they decided to buy the family a few new luxuries before we moved. To help my sister and me get used to our new, better lives, they said.

The last few days at my old high school weren’t very fun. At least, not for me. My sister, Lily, thrives in any kind of attention, including bad. When our soon-to-be former classmates would call us sellouts and race-traitors, she’d just laugh and wave. She flaunted the new outfit our parents bought for her and munched on the salty garlic chips she’d quickly grown fond of, blowing her pungent breath in any green-with-envy eye that looked her way.

“They're just crabs in a barrel, Em,” Lily would tell me. “We have something they want and instead of going after it themselves, it’s easier for them to blame us. They’ll drag you down if you let them.”

I knew she was right, so I tried to follow her example. I ignored all the nasty, jealous comments from my former friends and reminded myself that they would happily take these luxuries if they were offered. I had nothing to be ashamed about. That’s what I kept telling myself.

By next week, that school was a memory and I was enrolled in a high school in Zimbabwe. As wealthy as I had felt in those last days, being in that school with its air conditioning, uniforms, and computers made me feel like I was back at square one. I knew this would take some getting used to, but I was determined to make it work. Lily was right: these people could only drag me down if I let them.

 Of course, every school needs a popular crowd and mine was headed by Danai and Miriro Chauke, a pair of twins who were rich even by my new standards. Their necks, wrists, and fingers carried more jewelry than most of the school combined (more than the dress code permitted, I’m sure) and they were always dropped off and picked up by limo. 

They singled Lily out on our first day, practically cornering her after the last bell with their group of girls while I watched from the hall. Danai, the alpha twin, stepped up to Lily, tapping her manicured claws on her painted lips like she was appraising meat. Miriro hung back with her arms folded as if she was the only thing keeping the other four girls from attacking. They looked intimidating, but Lily looked bored. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen sharper claws back at our old school.

“Where are you from, new girl?” Danai asked, her voice clipped. I think she picked up on my sister’s lack of fear and was a little unnerved by it.

“A village down south. You probably haven’t heard of it,” Lily answered simply. 

“Oh. Somewhere in the boonies? Probably one of those places without electricity?” she sounded the word out mockingly. Danai’s nerves must have settled a bit at the reassurance that we were lower on the social ladder. “Don’t worry about that loud sound, it’s just the air conditioning. I’m sure it’s a new experience for you.” 

Her crew sniggered obediently, but so did Lily.

“Don’t worry about me. I can take the heat. They raise us to be a bit more...” she gave the girls an appraising look of her own. “durable.” She laughed a bit as she breezed by the clique, then she shouted over her shoulder. “Good luck with Masimba! I’m sure he’ll be a great father!”

One of the nearby football players (Masimba, I assumed) looked as confused as Danai did, and Danai’s boyfriend, another player, looked ready to kill them both.

“How’d you know she was cheating on her boyfriend?” I asked her later. “Or that she’s pregnant?”

“Didn’t,” she shrugged. “But it should be fun watching her try to prove she isn’t.”

Apparently she couldn’t because her boyfriend dumped her very publicly a few days later. A few rumors of her mother buying every kind of pregnancy test under the sun surfaced a bit later. The Chauke twins tried to retaliate once, but my sister was right about being hardier than them. The two chicks the twins sent after her limped away with bloody noses.

I, on the other hand, was fair game.

“He’s a good choice,” Miriro said to me one day at lunch. I’d been staring at Takura, a handsome boy from my coding class, for the third lunch period that week. “If you want, I can introduce you. I know for a fact he’s single.”

“No, no. Thanks but no,” I stuttered. That was a mistake. Her grin widened as she found something to sink her claws into.

Her voice turned syrupy. “It’d be no trouble. In fact, Emma”-- I don’t bother to correct her when she gets my name wrong --“why don’t you hang out with my sister and me on the weekend. We’re having a little party in the cemetery. Takura and a few others will be there and you can get to know him a little better.”

“Sure. Sounds fun,” I answered without thinking. There was no way this wasn’t a trap of a prank. But I was in it now. If I backed out, I could kiss my social life goodbye. “So what exactly are we doing?”

Miriro’s smile widened. “Summoning the Yumboes.” No surprises there. Teenagers rarely hang out in cemeteries for book clubs. “You do know what a Yumboes is, right?”

I nodded. “African death fairies. But I thought they’re supposed to live in Senegal.”

Miriro snorted. “And what? They can’t move somewhere else? Look, if you’re scared...”

“No, no. I’m in,” I said, erasing my chance of backing out. “What time?”

“Em, I don’t know what you want me to do here,” Lily sighed when I told her about the problem. “If you don’t want to go, just don’t. You’re not proving anything to these skanks by doing exactly what they tell you to.”

“But if I don’t go, my reputation will be shot,” I said. “But if I walk into whatever they’re planning, it’ll be shot anyway.”

Lily raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have a reputation. We’ve been at that school for like two weeks.” She sighed again. “Look, if you insist on going, take some mace or something in case they attack you. If they’re planning a prank, beat them to it.” She handed me a bag of those garlic salt chips. They must’ve reminded her of how far our family’s come. “But whatever you do, try to remember: these assholes can only drag you down if you let them.”

I showed up at the cemetery a little before 7, when Miriro told me to come, and I waited outside the stone walls. Unseen by the twins and the other kids already there, I watched them set everything up. 

Miriro put radio pills in the bushes, one of the boys dug a pentagram around an unlit bonfire, and a few others put on black clothing and white gloves and shoes. In a dark and spooky atmosphere, their hands and feet would be the only things visible. They brought out candles, corn, a stark white Halloween ghost, a bag of something that rattled, and a Bible.

By the time the black-clothing people and the ghost were hidden and I was ready to go into the cemetery, I had decided that I would take the prank in good humor. Trying to outflank them and prank them back wouldn’t endear me to the twins but this will let them know I’m not overly sensitive. 

The rest of the kids showed up soon after, totalling six not including the five kids now hiding among the graves. When Takura arrived, Miriro made sure he sat right next to me. The graveyard darkened and Danai lit the bonfire, then leaned back in the large recliner she’d brought. That was where the Halloween ghost was hidden and would fly out of when their prank got started. We passed around a bottle of whisky which I only pretended to drink from. Luckily Danai was quite a drinker and I didn’t need to pretend for long before it was empty.

“So, Em, where did you live before?” Takura asked.

Danai’s slurring saved me from having to fumble through an answer. “Some crappy little village down south. Prolly never even heard of...the Yumboes.” She left a little pause in there for dramatic effect. “What do you have down there, Emmy? Ghost with a goat’s head and hook hands? A scary grass hut that used to belong to a witch doctor? What terrifying legends do you have down there in the boonies?”

I took a breath and stood my ground. Lily was right, I can’t let her make a fool of me. “Nothing quite as scary as a two-foot fairy, I'm sure.”

Danai paused for a bit, taken aback. Then she sneered, “They’re more than just that. They’re guardians of the dead. They can reach into the other side and pull people back into ours.”

“And what do they do to them?” I asked, as if I couldn’t already guess.

“They chop off their hands and feet and enslave them,” Danai said menacingly. “The hands and feet, I mean. The Yumboes just throw the rest of the ghost back to suffer on the other side for eternity.” I wasn’t sure that part of the legend was true, but I let myself look scared anyway. “But when we summon one, you can ask it all the questions you want.”

The “summoning ritual” was simple: five of us stood in one point of the pentagram with an ear of corn (the Yumboes’ favorite food) while a sixth wandered around the pentagram throwing bones into the fire and reading Bible verses. Once spiritual forces of the Bible and the bones (or whatever) weakened the walls between the living and the dead, the corn would lure the Yumboes to us.

I did my part, standing with my back to the graves and an ear of corn thrust towards the fire, which popped and changed color with each bone Miriro threw into it. They must have been coated with something to react with the fire. Somewhere along the way, someone activated the radio pills and growling, hissing, and chattering echoed out of the bushes. I caught a glimpse of the “servants” with their white feet and hands wandering in the distance. Even though I knew it was all nonsense, a chill went down my spine every time Miriro walked behind me chanting.

I waited for the Halloween ghost to spring out from under Danai’s chair or for white hands to grab at Miriro. Maybe I’d try to be heroic and “save” the others. Miriro threw her final bone and the fire rose higher than ever, colored a bloody red. The flames darkened quickly but didn’t die down. It started to look less like a bonfire and more like a column of black tar with ruby red heat shining through the thinner parts. That’s when I got really scared.

“What the Hell? Mirry, what’s going on?” Danai shouted to her twin. The howling from the black fire pierced my ears like the radio pill never could. “This isn’t supposed to happen!”

Before Miriro could answer, the column lit up with red lit, still girdled and wound with thick strings of black tar. We could see shapes inside. About our size, but sharper and crueler. Ugly bastardizations of human and animal shapes.

Demons. 

They reached their claws, hooves, and even a beak out of the red light, trying to break through the tar and grab us. Until one of them, one that stood on four bony legs, noticed me.

“It’s her!” he howled to the others. The others turned their attention to me. He jabbed a skinless canine snout as far as he could through the tar. “Found you, bitch! Let’s see how uppity you are when I peel all that pretty skin off!”

The others had managed to get away and I tried to follow, but Marchosias managed to reach his head through the tar just far enough to clamp his jaws around my ankle. I fell to the dirt and tried to kick him off.

“Marky, get off now! I’m serious!” I shouted at him but he didn’t let go. If he damaged this new body permanently, Dad would kill me.

“Still think you’re better than us, Empusa?” Apuch hissed. He and Baal tried to pry to the tar apart with their thick scaly paws. “I know you do! You think you’re better just because your parents are better ass-kissers!”

Melinoe chewed on the tar with one head and spat every name she could think of with another. Her third head hadn’t fully developed yet.

Whatever spiritual force they’d taken advantage of the open a portal was beginning to die down. The portal began to shrink and would soon turn back into regular fire. I needed to get him off before he dragged me partly or wholly in. Otherwise, I’d be trapped in Hell or cut in half.

I grabbed what remained of Lilith’s chips and started chewing. These new human bodies could handle salt and garlic, demon bodies can’t. I spat out a blob of chewed chips and pressed it to Marchosias’s eye. He howled as his exposed muscle and bone baked under my hand and he released my ankle. The other demons tried to reach through but quickly gave up as the portal shrank. A second later, a perfectly normal orange and yellow fire flickered and died in the kindling.

I laid there for a bit, catching my breath. I inspected my ankle and found that it wasn’t as bad as I’d thought. Marky still hadn’t grown all his fangs.

I munched the rest of the chips on the way home. I tried to figure out what to say to the others on Monday, but I couldn’t bring myself to care too much. Caring about what they thought almost got me dragged back to Hell.

Lily greeted me on the porch. “So, how’d it go?” She noticed how dirty I was and that I was limping a bit. “Are you alright? What’d they do?”

“I’m fine,” I said. “Some assholes from our old school opened a portal and tried to get me.” I tried to sound nonchalant but I knew Mom and Dad would want to hear about this. I just hope they don’t kill my classmates. It wasn’t their fault really and I still had hopes for me and Takura. “You were right, by the way. Some people will just drag you down. If you let them.”

I took another bite of the chips, knowing my old classmates may never know how they taste. They really were very good.

[sluttyminghao]

summary: minghao doesn't think he's a brat. his show's viewers would vehemently state otherwise. cue minghao trying to prove he's not a brat while also being the biggest brat in the world on camera in front of hundreds. word count: 2.4k pairing: camboy!minghao x afab!reader genre: smut warnings: sub!minghao, dom!reader, handjob, minghao is a brat, slight asphyixyation, use of body paint a/n: I should've posted this like last week but ya know...life and such anyways this was fun and also killed me so enjoy! i might make a part 2 for this if there's enough interest :) this fic is part of the svthub collab, you can find the masterlists for the hyung line and maknae line here. make sure to give them all your love and support!

For the last two years, you had been your roommate's videographer and editor. It wasn't anything crazy, but he paid you a substantial amount for the job and you got to see him naked, so it was a win-win for you honestly. If you were going to be completely honest with yourself, seeing him naked three times a week for over an hour had its advantages.

“I’m getting ready for my show tonight, babe, are you going to be okay to film me?” Minghao’s face popped around the doorframe of your bedroom, a smirk appearing on his features. You hum and nod in reply to his question, glancing up from your laptop and almost choking on your saliva.

He had just come out of the shower, and small droplets of water were cascading down the lines of his body. He had wrapped his towel around his waist, the fabric hanging low enough for you to see his faint v-line. Whenever you got the opportunity, you admired his body. It was like he was sculpted by the Gods and he knew it and would flaunt it at any opportunity he possibly could.

“Oops,” your roommate’s voice breaks you out of your trance and you shake your head, bringing your focus back to him. Although, it was useless trying to focus back on his face when your eyes drifted down his v-line once more and noticed the towel wrapped around his waist had slipped, exposing more of his deliciously soft skin. 

“I’m ready whenever you are,” his voice drifts down the hallway as he strolls back to his room, dropping his towel in your doorway. You feel your heart rate quicken and your body moves on its own to grab your camera and your phone. It was normal for you to feel excited before Minghao went live on SVTHub, but tonight felt…different, and you weren’t sure why.

And when you walked into Minghao’s bedroom, you couldn't even suppress the surprise that was inevitably written all over your features at the setup he had created for tonight's show.

He had shifted his bed to the wall and laid a white tarp down on the floor, as well as taping a small tarp upright on a lamp where you presumed he would be sitting so there would be none of his belongings in the video. On the tarp, your eyes drift to a small palette with various colours and some tubes of paint tossed to the side.

Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion before you begin connecting the dots and your jaw drops in realization, and the camera almost drops from your hand. 

“So, I figured I would try something a little different tonight, the viewers mentioned using some body-safe paint in a previous stream, and I figured it would be a good idea,” Minghao speaks up from his position on his bed, robe wrapped firmly around his waist. He looks up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye and tosses his phone on his pillow, before uncrossing his legs and sauntering towards where you still stood, coming to a stop in front of you.

“I want you to help me with this show, are you comfortable being on camera?”

The question almost seemed to wind you as the words left his lips, a smirk edging its way onto them when he sees your flustered state. Somehow, in your muddled mind, you managed to nod and he hummed in approval, before turning his back to you and undressing himself until his bare back was in your eyesight.

God, his back muscles were so beautiful.

You finally recomposed yourself and set the camera up in front of where Minghao had set himself up, now only in his plain black boxer briefs. He sits cross-legged on the tarp and sets himself up in the camera’s line of view, and does his pre-stream ritual of a quick breathing session and shaking his upper body, before turning to you and smiling.

“I’ll tell you when to come in, and I won’t instruct you or anything, just go with the flow,” he speaks softly, almost as if he wanted to make sure you’d be okay with this. You nod and give him a thumbs up in reassurance, before setting the camera to record and Minghao is beginning his stream.

Within 5 minutes of Minghao being live and just chatting with the viewers before he even began, he already had well over 500 people watching him and tipping him. One thing you noticed when Minghao went live for his streams on SVTHub was that his persona completely changed to how he was off-camera. On camera, he was shy, bratty and a touch condescending when he wanted to be.

Although he would never admit that he was being bratty, ever.

“Okay I think we can probably start the stream now, but I want to explain a little about what I’m doing first. Recently, one viewer mentioned that they thought it would be hot if I used body paint in one of my live streams! So, here we are, and I’ll have a sexy friend giving me a hand today, you’ll meet them later,” he leans over and winks at you before picking up the paint on the palette and showing it to the camera.

While he explained briefly what was going to happen throughout the session, your mind couldn’t help but wonder what he exactly wanted you to do on camera with him. Were you going to just smear paint on him? Suck him off? The possibilities were endless, but you had no more time to think about them, as he gestured for you to move into the frame so he could introduce you.

“This is the person behind the camera everyone, they will be helping me tonight by doing whatever they want to me, with this paint,” Minghao grins at the camera, which morphs into a smirk when he turns to face you and hands you the palette. You look down briefly at the few colours he had hastily spread on it before the show, your mind racing with ideas on what you could do.

“Come on sweetheart, we don’t have all day,” Minghao begins to sound impatient and rolls his eyes at you brattily, and you stare at him in shock. He’s never acted this way towards you before, but maybe that’s just how he’s acting. Nevertheless, you decide to go along with his idea and smirk before dipping your fingers into the red and blue paint.

“You’re right, we don’t have all day, so remove your underwear and sit back,” you order as you swirl the paint with your fingers, feeling a wave of dominance flow through your veins. He seems shocked at your response but moves quickly to remove his boxers and reveal his half-hard cock into view. You hear the number of tips increase once he has his boxers off and smirk before you let your fingers graze across his chest, reds and blues tracing behind.

He tenses at your cool fingertips grazing his skin, but closes his eyes and loses himself in the feeling. At first, he finds he enjoys the feeling of your fingers on his skin, probably a little too much, the occasional shudder from you grazing a particularly sensitive spot on his collarbone. But then, he finds himself enjoying it too much. 

Minghao can feel his cock beginning to twitch when you dip your fingers into the crevices of his abs, when your fingers graze a little too long against the side of his neck…he thinks he might go insane. He opens his eyes and is met with a huge surprise; you had stripped yourself down to your bra and underwear and had created some kind of abstract art on his chest and stomach.

You take a moment to admire his body and beauty; the way the colours morph together into new ones on his pale skin, how you can see his breath beginning to stutter as he grows more desperate for touch, and best of all, how your touch has seemed to affect him. You can see precum leaking from his cock, now angry and red from being neglected. 

“You seem to like this a little too much, don’t ya?” You tease, and you can see Minghao’s features shift into a frown.

“I just like the feeling of the paint, nothing else,” he counters, his breath hitching when you circle his nipple with a dark shade of green. At that moment, he wasn’t even thinking about the stream and wasn’t thinking about how many people were watching. All he could think about was you.

“Nothing else?” You query, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob nervously as your hand drifts down his body, dangerously nearing his v-line and pubic bone. He can feel precum beading on the head of his cock, he just has to hope you don’t see it. He glances to the side and can see from the small computer screen that his tips and donations had doubled in 20 minutes and he had made more in this time than any of his streams previously.

Minghao’s attention is brought back to you when he hears you place the paint palette down on the tarp and you smirk at him, almost menacingly. He sits completely still as you use both hands to smear the paint all over him, running your hands up his arms and down his torso, before coming up and settling on his neck, squeezing the sides of his neck teasingly.

You can hear Minghao gasp at the sensation, so you try again and squeeze slightly harder. His eyes are rolling and he’s grasping weakly at the tarp below him. A smirk crosses your features when you let go of his throat and instead move your hand down to his angry and red cock, your fingers skimming across the pulsing vein on the side.

“F-fuck,” Minghao’s voice had never sounded so whiny and you couldn’t say you weren't affected. You were sure your panties were soaked and you could feel your cunt throbbing, but you had to stay focused on the task at hand. His cock is warm and heavy in your hand, and you begin to stroke him slowly.

“I want you to mix the paint on your body with your fingers while I give you a handjob, make yourself feel good,” you purr, your free hand coming up to draw a small blue heart on his cheek with some leftover paint on your finger. If you weren’t mistaken, it seemed like he was leaning into your touch almost, but the feeling was gone before you could say anything, and he turned his face to you with a frown.

“Why should I? This is my show, I can do whatever I want,” his reply is sassy, but you know exactly what to do to have him folding within your grasp. You let your thumb graze over the fat head of his cock and press lightly against the slit, watching his body buck up and his whines increase in pitch with the smirk growing on your features.

“This might be your show, darling, but right now I’m ruining you and there’s nothing you can do about it,” you punctuate your sentence by leaning in and kissing behind Minghao’s ear gently, and you can feel the shudder go through his body. When you lean back and get a look at his face, you find yourself getting more turned on.

His eyes are screwed shut and his mouth hanging open slightly, and his hands are balled into fists at his side. Your hand is pumping steadily along Minghao’s cock, and with the way he’s twitching, and his soft sounds beginning to grow louder, he is getting close to his high.

“G-gonna cum,” Minghao stutters out, his breath hitching and his body squirming as you continue pumping him quickly. You don’t say anything but only speed up your actions as he moans louder and louder, until white ropes of cum are shooting out of his cock and landing on his chest, stomach and your hand. 

He relaxes into your shoulder with a sigh as he comes down from his high, while you grab the camera and quickly pan in onto the smeared paint on his body mixed with his cum. You bid a quick farewell to the now thousands of viewers, and Minghao raises one hand weakly to wave goodbye before you cut the stream and focus your attention back on him.

Once you had packed up the camera and laptop, you make your way back to where Minghao was still sitting cross-legged, seemingly dazed but smiling regardless. He glanced up at you and patted the spot beside him, a spot that wasn’t covered in drying paint. You quickly sit next to him with your legs splayed across his, his eyes going down to your near bare chest before travelling back to your eyes.

Typical man.

“I loved this idea, it was really fun with you joining in with me! I think the viewers loved it too, I seemed to have so many more viewers and got at least triple the tips and donations I get in a show normally…maybe you should join in more often,” he teases, but there’s a lining of hope within his voice that you can’t quite shake.

You go quiet as you think about this proposal with your roommate. It was a fun experience in your opinion, and it seemed like he enjoyed it. You smiled at him softly and let your hand come up to move some of his hair out of his eyes.

“I’d love to join you again, Minghao, you know…we are both pretty sweaty and covered in paint right now, why don’t we host another stream in the bathroom?” Your question has his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, and you can almost see the gears turning in his head at the possibilities before he’s shooting you a wicked grin.

“Let’s go then, and this time I’m going to make you feel so good that you’ll be the one seeing stars,” Minghao comments, standing up and offering his hand to you, which you accept gladly. He doesn't forget to bring the camera and his phone though, he has some new tricks up his sleeve he wants to try.

[darkpoisonouslove]

Any headcanons about Blicy and in particular jealous Icy? Both if they are together and not

Thank you :D

I don't have much currently since I haven't needed a lot of Blicy headcanons for the stories I write and that's how I usually come up with them. But let's see:

Icy will never admit it but looking back on things, she's glad she was there when Bloom first transformed. She did consider Bloom just a weakling of a pixie at first but later learning that Bloom had the Dragon Fire, she started feeling like Bloom was meant to bring the power to Icy and so being witness to Bloom's first transformation makes sense to her.

Later still that develops in Icy feeling like they have this grand pre-destined rivalry. It annoys her that Bloom doesn't seem to take it seriously and that's why she always ups her game in her attempts to take as much as possible from Bloom to force her to start giving her all to their rivalry (that's why she attacked Sky in 2x10). It backfires because it only makes Bloom want to think about Icy as little as possible. She only later finds out that she actually doesn't mind the way Icy challenges her if she doesn't have to worry about Icy harming anyone in the process.

Bloom really wishes she could talk to Icy about the Dragon Fire and the Trix stealing it but she knows that will never happen. She herself was deeply scarred by having the power ripped out of her but she would still like to have someone who understands what it's like to have that power since the only person who does is a spirit that she can only exchange a few words with at a time. And the Trix seemed to know a lot more about their common backstory than she does. However, Icy is absolutely enraged about the way all of that went down and she would never agree to a civil chat. Especially knowing it would soothe a lot of Bloom's anxieties about her powers and the loneliness she experiences because of having it.

Icy actually never planned on killing Bloom because if she does, she feels like it will lessen the impact of her besting Bloom. If Bloom is gone, there will be no one that can stand up to Icy and so her power will not stand out by being juxtaposed with that of the person who has the most powerful magic in the universe. Sure, she'll have her past victory but she can just hear people saying that she used some underhanded trick to kill Bloom which would dispute her skills. Her ideal world for a long time was just fighting Bloom every other day and kicking Bloom's ass every time in a show of superiority.

Icy later discovers that actually losing to Bloom makes her learn and work a lot more than winning does. She likes the fact that when she gets to win, she does because she really put in all her effort and power into it and so it feels deserved and satisfying. She always hated the idea of not being able to win against whoever she's facing but that's because no one ever felt like they could truly match and defeat her. But with Bloom she can accept a defeat if it means she gets to try again and win the rematch. It makes her realize that her ideal world actually includes Bloom's continued existence in her life as an equal with whom she can maintain a balance of defeats and victories.

That's why they end up sparring a lot when they do get together. And they bring some of that competitiveness into other things as well. But not just as them trying their best against each other but also for each other. Icy doesn't feel the need to prove her superiority and flaunt it around because it feels like she's already won everything that matters. She found her match and Bloom likes the fact that she's driven and how much she already has to offer while also encouraging her to be her best self in whatever way Icy understands that. And it turns out that doesn't include taking over the world, actually, when she already feels like she owns the world since she has the best it can offer - her sisters and Bloom and the freedom to not let anyone tell her what to do.

That said, I can't imagine Icy being jealous for those exact reasons. I don't think Bloom would give her a reason to feel jealous either. Sure, their history isn't pretty and it would be cause for concern that Bloom would rather be with someone else but Icy actually takes it as proof that Bloom doesn't want anyone else. A relationship with Icy was about the hardest relationship path Bloom could have taken and she still did it because Icy is who she wants. I can see Icy being very active when it comes to reminding everyone of that, especially the people that try to make Bloom reconsider their relationship. (I could actually see her saying that she could have been the one charming Bloom instead of Avalon and it still would have worked even after what had happened between the two of them the previous year.)

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can you make some headcannons for nonbinary gay billy with like him coming out to his sister,steve (his boyfriend) and the others

general hc's

Billy is nonbinary in the way that he uses he/him and is steves girlfriend, in the way that she uses she/her and is steves boyfriend, in the way they use they/them and is steves partner. (they use he/she/they with no preference)

he feels less gender fluid in the way their genders fade and increase. it's more like they all exist at once inside her, she just has a preference that changes day to day.

billy spells his name "billy" when he feels masculine "billie" when she feels feminine and "bill" when they feel more in the 'middle'.

Steve was terrible at trying to decipher how billy was feeling, if he should treat her more feminine that day or masculine at first. but eventually, he picks up on patterns; 1 earring is normally a masculine day, 2 studs is a 'middle' day, dangly earrings are feminine days.

billie is a dress type of girl, despite popular opinion, she likes feeling dainty and pretty. light yellows and blues are her best colors, but she isn't against pink or green.

On more feminine but not girl days, he likes dress pants, like those classic sorta flowy straight-leg pants. he pairs it with a sweater or nice button-ups and a vest. it's feminine but balanced.

masculine days he keeps to his canon style.

as she gets older and more comfortable in his identity and dresses less to prove a point and more just as they want to; the styles merge, finding a sweet spot between his metal head style and his want for dainty femininity. he takes up skirts, skinny jeans, darker colors, and so many accessories (she likes leather and metal, so think belts, garters, harness, belt chains, other body chains etc.)

she joins in on girls night, goes shopping with heather and chrissy, and gossips with joyce over cafe at the nicer cafes in hawkins.

steve takes her on date nights and makes sure to take her dancing. he hods the door for her, pushes in her chair, and pays the bill.

can and will kill heels, you'd think they've been wearing heels since he came out the womb. she has ankles of steal and can full on sprint in heels.

steve spoils her and gets her the nicest bralettes and underwear, cause he likes to wear them even on masculine days. his baby gets lace god dammit.

he and max rant about gender at 3 am, cause its a struggle ok, some days its not fun and your confused. they rant about having shifting opinions on their body, not knowing if they feel comfortable in it or if she wants to get surgery ad start hormones. max complains about not being able to really understand how she feels, and how it makes her uncomfortable.

billi does settle on getting implants, small ones, as she is nervous about how she'll feel after. steve makes sure to support him no matter what, and never pressures a choice out of them. she ends up loving them though and definitely flaunts them for steve all the damn time

coming out hc's

he came out to robin first, its super awkward cause they arent super close, but he's heard robin talk about how stupid the gender binary is so he knows shes safe. she helps him gauge the possible reactions are and gain the confidence to come out.

Second is steve (they've already been dating for a bit btw), he nearly starts crying as he chokes out a mess of words that roughly translates to 'sometimes I feel like a boy, sometimes I feel like a girl, sometimes I feel like neither. sometimes I'm more of a boy than a girl, but I'm not really a boy. sometimes I feel that way but like a girl. sometimes I feel like but in the middle... makes sense?"

As robin said, steve is super supportive, confused, but supportive. he has a lot of questions, but with billy also coming into his identity, he doesn't always have a response. they learn and grow together, steve helps him test and find his wants, needs, and boundaries in every direction. he makes sure billy feels loved no matter how he presents, that steve find him just as hot masculine or feminine. steve is actually more worried about not being supportive enough for billi than then he's identity (in the way that he isn't bothered by it, billie is still the person he fell in love with, things are just a little different.)

He's not as nervous but still needs some support coming out to max. he explains it to her the same way he did steve, and at first, she looks so conflicted he nearly breaks down, thinking she doesn't accept him. It was actually the opposite. She throws herself at him and just says she gets it. It takes some self-exploration with the help of billy, but she finds she's also genderfluid. They're super close after he comes out, on a completely level than before.

He comes out to the rest of the younger group (the teens and kids) after max, max literally threatening anyone to test her or billy and that they will end up in a hole if they say the wrong thing. The kids are a little hopeless but very supportive. They do their best to use the right names and pronouns. Billie thinks it's cute, how they go out of their way to compliment her with very gendered compliments. He appreciates the effort. The older teens are very casually accepting; things don't really change. They just use their pronouns and make sure he knows they don't view him differently.

(this is a long one, sorry) He's most nervous about coming out to Hop, he's in the guy's custody, and he still has the feeling that one wrong move and he's out. he tries to tiptoe around Hop, hides the new clothes steve got him, won't paint his nails or wear makeup around Hopper, always thinks of a million excuses before doing something in case Hop catches him. Despite this, Hopper isn't an idiot and picks up that something is wrong. He asks him one day at dinner when they're alone, and billi flips. She starts apologizing and trying to get to his room, saying he should just leave. he manages to get outside and to his car before Hop can calm him down. He speeds to steve's house, loses his mind once steve lets him in the door, and is inconsolable for hours. It takes days for steve to be able to convince him to tell Hop. He understands why his partner is scared but doubts Hopper would kick him out or disown him over this ("baby, he has a daughter who can move stuff with her mind, will's neck tingles if somethings wrong with the upside down, he's fine with all of us being gay. I promise, everything will be ok"). billi trusts him eventually and they meet up with hop. Hop is so supportive, less cause he actually knows whats going on (he loves his kids, but he does not get anything they have going on quite honestly ever, he's a tired old man ok, he's trying.), but because he loves his kid and the thought he was so scared to come out she ran away for almost a week hurt him. he hugs him so tight, not letting go until they're both done ugly crying.

"you're always going to be my kid, no matter what you little shit"

hopper's surprisingly good at the pronoun thing. He asks how billi's doing every day, makes sure everyone (whose safe) uses the correct name and pronouns, and covers for billy if anyone says anything about him in public.

joyce is a mom. She basically knew the second billy 'accidently' wore her perfume. He didn't really need to come out, she just adjusted to it, and he had steve and robin loosen up with pronouns around her, so she knew. they've talked about it, but it was less of a coming out and more just getting on the same page.

ps. hopefully this posts cause if it doesn't I will sob. sorry this came so late, I had my last bout of technical difficulties a few days ago so I think we're in the clear *knock on wood*