#just stop for the love of whatever's devine

[just-eyris-things]

Vent post. Because i feel like kicking a hornets' nest.

Honestly im just tired of how people will call someone ignorant/uneducated and will go for the throat for every little thing, while they themselves say shit like pierogis all the time. If you're going to point fingers at others, you yourself should be without fault.

The question is... can you?

[lovegalor333]

lord please save her for me

paige bueckers x fem oc

story info • chapter one

hi bbys! thank you for the love on chapter one, part of me wishes i never started this lmao maybe its my ocd but i hate it already but im gonna keep going but i think ill just stick to one shots once im finished with this 🤓

chapter two:

this is why leni didn’t drink often. the pounding head, dry throat, intense nausea and violent shakes were not worth it. the girl had decided that her day was going to consist of rotting on the couch. she was already wrapped in her fluffiest blanket and had netflix playing in the background. riley had left a few moments ago to go to work and leni was glad of it. she felt guilty about kissing paige last night but not guilty enough to stop fantasising about it.

paige clouded her dreams last night. coming to leni in her sleep like some sort of devine sign. she dreamed of what life was like before when paige was a constant in her life. she woke up in bed alone and cold and questioning everything.

it took leni a long time to even look at another girl after paige. but when riley asked her to go for coffee one day all leni could see was her blonde hair and light eyes. if she couldn’t have paige, she would settle for riley and that’s what she did. riley was a nice girl and treated leni well but she would never be paige and deep down, leni knew that all she was doing was filling a void.

there was short knock at lenis apartment door and she considered not answering it because she was too comfortable but she imagined it would be riley, having forgotten something or the other. wrapping the blanket around herself like a cape, she trudged to the front door and opened it without looking through the peep hole.

“paige?” leni was caught off guard seeing the basketball player at her door. hair tied into a low messy bun, grey beanie pulled over her head. she was wearing what paige always wore, sweats and a uconn huskies tee. the silver cross chain that leni was oh so familiar with, hung delicately around her neck. but something leni wasn’t familiar with was the rectangle, clear framed glasses that were perched on the bridge of paiges nose. they were new and it made leni feel something she couldn’t quite place. sadness because it showed change in paiges life that leni had no idea about? attraction because the girl in front of her looked hot as hell with her new accessory? whatever it was, leni had been thinking about it for too long and not heard what paige had said.

“so…” paige trailed off waiting for an answer to her question that had fallen on deaf ears. “sorry- what did you say? actually, what are you doing here? how do you know where i live?” leni asks a series of questions as reality hits and she realises what is going on. paige is at her apartment.

PAIGE is at HER APARTMENT.

“i said can i come in?” paige repeats herself for lenis benefit but she doesn’t wait for an answer before stepping inside. paige looks around lenis apartment, taking in the foreign view. she notices small accents that make it obvious this is where leni lives. the photobooth pictures tacked to the wall, the string lights adorning the window frame, the copious amounts of potted plants dotted around, the place was leni all over.

leni looked different from last night, obviously, but that didn’t bother paige. she always thought the tanned skin girl looked pretty in her natural state. tossled curls, makeup free skin, comfy clothes. lenis beauty had no limit and paige wished she had told her that more often.

“i didn’t actually say yes.” leni mumbles but closes the front door anyway. “how do you know where i live?” after the fallout from her and paige, leni applied to transfer accommodation and her request was granted. in her head, a new space signified a fresh start. somewhere paige hadn’t infiltrated…until this very moment. “it wasn’t easy. money was involved.” paige tells her with a nod of her head. “you paid someone to tell you where i live? that’s the kind of thing that gets someone branded as a creep.” leni says starting to feel awkward, stood in the entrance way, still wrapped in her blanket, curly hair a mess from the night before and her embarrassingly juvenile bunny slippers on her feet.

“i thought it was romantic.” leni rolls her eyes, “paige, please. i can’t have a repeat of last night. i can’t go over all this again. last night was a mistake. we were both drunk and i meant what i said. we need to go back to not knowing each other. it’s-” lenis words were rushed and messy and her heart pounded as she spoke. her body was having an adverse reaction to what she was saying. morally last night was a mistake but for someone who always lead with her heart, it wasn’t.

“i ended it with camilla.” what?

“what?” lenis brain felt like it was turning to mush. from the hangover mainly but also because of what paige had just said.

“i ended it with-“ paige begins to repeat herself but leni cuts her off.

“yeah. i heard what you said. but why would you do that paige?”

“because of you len. for you.” leni shook her head which only intensified her headache, “paige you make me laugh. not because you’re comedically funny but because you’re insane funny. you broke up with your girlfriend for me?”

“yes i broke up with her because of you. not that it matters, but we’ve only been together a few weeks. it was never going to work out. me and her, we didn’t fit. not the way you and I fit, len.” paige gestured between the them and leni understood because she felt the same about riley. both girls were searching for each other in different people. it was an impossible task because to paige no one could compare to leni and to leni no one could compare to paige.

“why now paige? why after all this time?” leni mutters, vlice soft and sweet.

“last night. seeing you. speaking to you. kissing you. i know that all means something. and you think i didn’t try? you blocked my number and my instagram and my snapchat and my tiktok, you even blocked my student email for goodness sake! real mature by the way. you moved apartments. you did everything you could to avoid me. i had given up hope and then last night…”

“last night i was drunk! do you really hate me so much that you can’t stand to see me happy? you just have to throw a spanner in the works?”

“hate? HATE?! leni you are so far off it’s ridiculous. and are you happy? are you really? because you’re doing all this shit that isn’t you. going to parties, getting drunk, you don’t have your nails done and you took your nose piercing out.” leni almost always had her nails done, the most elaborate sets too and her nose piercing was a part of her personality at this point so of course paige noticed when both were absent.

“just because i’ve changed doesn’t mean im not happy.” leni scoffed, taking steps further into the apartment. the close proximity of her and paige was beginning to get to her. she could smell her cologne, vanilla and woody. it was nostalgic.

“don’t give me that bullshit, leni. i know you more than you’d like to admit. tell me you’re genuinely happy. just say the words and i’ll let go. i’ll let you go.” paige had matched lenis steps and was just as close to her, if not closer than she was when they were by the door.

like last night, leni couldn’t say it. leni couldn’t tell paige she was happy because she wasn’t. she was comfortable. she had settled for riley. it was secure and consistent and she was content but she wasn’t happy.

lenis silence only encouraged paiges actions. paige knew if she was happy she would say it- hell, she would scream it. leni was a scorpio and a true one at that. she loved passionately and intensely and she wanted the whole world to know. if she really loved riley and was really happy, paige would have to accept that but that just wasn’t the case.

paiges movements were calculated. soft and gentle, a stark comparison to lenis rushed and needy ones last night. she cupped the shorter girls face, taking a moment to study her perfect features without the the influence of alcohol. her eyes were such a deep shade of brown, almost black. paige truly believed leni could move mountains with a single blink. her lips were naturally plump, with an exaggerated cupids bow that made them so enticing paige felt dread just at the thought of never having them pressed against her own again. her brows were carved into the most precise arches and when she glanced up at paige her lashes were long enough to reach her brow bone. to paige, leni had the type of beauty that the greeks would have carved into marble.

paige traced over lenis lips with her thumb and lenis eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, “paige…don’t.” she breathed out but she didn’t do anything to stop paige leaning down and kissing her. she didn’t pull away, she didn’t refuse to open her mouth to allow paiges tongue to slid in, in fact, she moved her own tongue in accordance. she moved her head to the side to allow paige a better angle. she dropped her blanket and let paige to guide her backwards by her waist, not breaking the kiss. and when her legs hit the back of the couch and paige laid her down, she opened her legs just enough for paige to insert herself inbetween them.

when paige reached for the waistband of lenis pyjama shorts she made a point of looking in her eyes, waiting for the go ahead. leni nodded, in a haze of need and yearning for the girl leaning over her, everything else disappeared. riley. the hurt paige had caused. the months of healing. it all washed away in a wave of pure love. lust. love? lust.

“say what you want, len.” paige needed to hear words.

“fuck me, paige...please.”

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story info • chapter one

[goldfades]

devin booker is such a cutie and i loveddd his little vlogs from the olympics. maybe you can do something with that like him wanting to film you all the time and his commentary is just complimenting you

aaaaaa stop he's actually so cutie patootie i cant explain it, i hope you enjoy this blurb, hon!!! also pls send more dbook requests, i'm OBSESSED.

The camera lens follows you before you even realize it, the red light blinking in the corner of your vision. You glance up from your phone, catching Devin in the act—elbows propped on the breakfast table, camera balanced in one hand, a lazy, satisfied smirk curling his lips.

"Babe," you warn, but it’s barely a threat. More like a sigh of someone who’s already lost this battle.

He hums, zooming in on your face. "Damn, look at her," he says, voice low and slow, like he’s narrating something sacred. "Most beautiful woman in France right now. Maybe in the whole world."

You roll your eyes, hiding your smile behind a sip of coffee. "You’re ridiculous."

"Nah," he counters easily. "I'm just speaking facts. MVP of my life, real Hall of Fame career."

The camera shifts as he leans back, giving you a full frame in the morning light—messy hair, oversized Team USA hoodie, the remnants of sleep still softening your features. You know he’ll use this footage later, probably cut it into one of his little vlogs, add some vibey music and slow motion like you’re the main character in a documentary he’s directing. And maybe you are.

You reach across the table, fingers brushing his wrist as you push the camera down. "Eat your food, Spielberg."

Devin just grins, but he listens. Sort of. He sets the camera down but doesn’t stop watching you, like every little thing you do is something worth remembering. He takes a slow bite of his toast, still smirking, like he knows something you don’t.

You raise a brow. "What?"

"Just admiring my girl," he says, like it’s the simplest truth in the world.

You snort, shaking your head. "You been admiring me this whole trip. Should I be concerned? You forget what basketball is?"

He clicks his tongue, setting his toast down and leaning forward on his elbows. "Basketball's cool and all," he says, real slow, like he’s about to say something real dumb. "But have you seen my girl in the morning? Crazy."

You groan, tossing your napkin at him, but he just laughs, catching it before it hits his chest. "Devin."

"Y/N," he parrots, grinning like a menace. "Admit it, you love the attention."

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrays you. He’s been doing this the whole trip—whenever he’s not playing, he’s got that camera trained on you, narrating like you’re some rare phenomenon he discovered. You, minding your business? "Look at her, man. Beautiful." You, drinking water? "Hydration queen." You, fixing your hair? "Damn. How’d I pull this?" It doesn’t matter what you’re doing—he’s documenting it like it’s the highlight reel of his life.

You sip your coffee, giving him a flat look over the rim. "You know, people probably watch these vlogs for the actual Olympic experience. Not you thirsting over your girlfriend for ten straight minutes."

He shrugs, like the thought doesn’t bother him at all. "They’ll get what they get," he says. "I’m just keeping it real."

You shake your head, exhaling like you’re exasperated, but the smile pulling at your lips betrays you. "And what exactly is real?"

He leans back, hands behind his head, stretching like he’s got all the time in the world. "Real is me waking up every morning next to you and thinking, 'Damn. I really won in life.' Real is me looking at you across the table and forgetting whatever else I was supposed to be doing. Real is—"

"Okay, okay, I get it, Shakespeare," you cut in, throwing another napkin at him.

He chuckles, catching it with ease. "Don’t hate. You knew what you signed up for."

"Did I?" You tap your chin, pretending to think. "I don’t recall agreeing to be the unwilling star of a Devin Booker original production."

"You did the moment you said yes to me."

You shoot him a look. "I don’t remember you asking."

"Didn’t have to," he says, smug as ever. "You been mine from the jump."

The worst part? He’s not even lying. You’ve been his since the beginning, since before Team USA, before all these hotel breakfasts and stolen moments between games. He’s always looked at you like this, always made you feel like the most important thing in the room.

And you? You’ve always let him.

You sigh dramatically. "Fine. But if I’m the star, I should at least get a cut of the profits."

"You get all the benefits already, baby," he says, reaching across the table to steal a bite of your toast. "You got me."

You scoff, smacking his hand away. "Oh, lucky me."

He winks. "That’s what I’m saying."

Later in the day, after practice and a quick shower, you and Devin head out to grab lunch at one of the dining halls. The Olympic Village is buzzing—athletes from all over, decked out in their country’s gear, weaving in and out of the food stations, balancing trays stacked with enough protein to feed a small army.

And, as expected, Devin’s got that damn camera out again.

You sigh, already feeling it before you even turn around. "Devin."

He hums innocently. "Hmm?"

"You’re filming again, aren’t you?"

"Maybe."

You spin on your heel and, sure enough, there he is, camera up, zooming in on your face like you're the most interesting thing in the room. You stare him down. "Booker."

"Y/N," he mimics, like this is all very normal behavior. "The people need to know what I deal with daily."

You cross your arms. "And what’s that?"

He grins, turning the camera back to himself. "Pure, unfiltered hater energy."

You blink at him. "I just wanna eat my food in peace."

"That’s what I’m saying," he nods, flipping the camera back to you. "Look at her, man. Just tryna enjoy her lunch. No thoughts, just vibes. Gorgeous."

"Stop commentating like I’m a nature documentary," you groan, turning back to the buffet. "I’m literally just picking out pasta."

"Majestic," Devin says under his breath, zooming in dramatically as you put some penne on your plate. "Her natural habitat: the pasta station."

You glance at him over your shoulder. "I will throw this at you."

"Do it," he challenges, still recording. "It’ll make great content."

You exhale through your nose, fighting a smile as you grab a bread roll. "I’m gonna start charging you for this. You’re getting premium footage."

"Oh, you get paid in full, sweetheart," he says, sliding up beside you and snagging a plate. "In kisses."

You scoff. "Tragic. Where’s my check?"

Devin lifts the camera slightly, angling it down at you. "Babe, I am the check."

You burst out laughing. "This is actually the worst vlog of all time."

"Nah," he smirks. "This is a Devin Booker classic."

You roll your eyes and head to the drinks section, and of course, Devin follows, still filming like some dedicated documentarian. You pick up a bottle of water, and before you even twist the cap, you hear him behind you.

"There she go, hydrating. Love that."

You exhale sharply through your nose, gripping the bottle tighter. "Devin."

"Y/N."

"Drink your juice and stop commentating my every move."

"You’re just so fascinating," he says, trailing after you to the checkout. "Like, look at her. Existing. Being beautiful. Crazy."

"You need a hobby," you mutter, grabbing some utensils.

He lifts his tray in one hand, keeping the camera on you. "You’re my hobby."

You finally turn, pointing your fork at him. "That’s actually sick behavior."

"And yet," he grins, leaning in slightly, "you love it."

You pretend to think for a moment, then shake your head. "Nope."

Devin gasps, putting a hand to his chest. "Damn. So that’s how you feel?"

"Yup," you say, popping the ‘p’ and walking off to find a table.

He follows, camera still rolling. "Cold world, man. Cold world."

"You’ll survive," you say over your shoulder.

"But at what cost?"

"You’re such a drama queen," you mutter, finally sitting down.

Devin sets the camera on the table, still aimed at you, and slides into the seat across from you. He leans on his elbows, watching as you take your first bite of food. "So beautiful," he sighs.

You point your fork at him again. "Swear to God, if you don’t cut it out—"

Devin just laughs, finally cutting the camera off. But the way he looks at you? Like you’re still the best thing in the room? That doesn’t stop.

TOP COMMENTS

user01: this isn't even an olympic vlog anymore. this is 'devin booker simping for his gf: the documentary.'

user02: the way he narrates her every move like she's a rare species in the wild 😭 'her natural habitat: the pasta station' had me in TEARS.

user03: y/n trying to exist in peace while devin provides live commentary like an nba analyst 😭😭

user04: the way he follows her around like a lost puppy. bro is not real.

user05: she really said 'this is the worst vlog of all time' while devin was calling her the love of his life LMAOOO, she's the #ihatemybf final boss

user06: y/n threatening him every five seconds but still letting him film her. true love. thats how every man should be

user07: men, take notes this is the standard now!!!!

[izzy2210]

Fool

written for @steddiemicrofic‘s April prompt ‘Fool’ wc: 454 | rated: T | cw: Alcohol use, bad friends

I don't really do these anymore, which is a bummer, cus the prompts are really good! I had an idea for this one, so I wrote it! (also the person who gets the reference to a song in thos one gets a cookie)

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“God, you’re a fool!” 

If Eddie could have a table to stand on, he would. He’s yelling at Steve, who’s staring at him, tears in his eyes. He thought this party would go well. Now he’s sitting behind the house with his heart broken, and Eddie Munson is giving him life advice.

“You think these people really care for you?” Eddie tsks at him. “You really think they will be there for you?” Steve tries to stand, but sways, catching himself on the wall. Okay, maybe he drank a bit too much. “I didn’t think..” 

Eddie’s calmed down now. “I just.. I can’t watch you destroy yourself with those people and not do anything.” Eddie’s grabbing his hand now, pulling him along. “Where are you taking me?” “To my car, then to my trailer. Let you sober up. Make sure you don’t puke all over yourself. Show you what real friends are like.”

🍕

Steve ends up laying on Eddie’s couch, his head supported by a couple pillows. Eddie’s sat on the floor next to him, eating his pizza. 

“This could be a party too, you know. Parties don’t need to be alcohol and loud music and whatever. Could just be this.” He leans his head back, bumping against Steve’s knee. It’s quiet for a while.

“I think I like parties like this better.” Steve says, and Eddie smiles at the ceiling. “That’s good. I hope we can do this another time when you’re not drunk out of your mind.” Steve giggles at that, and Eddie loves the sound of that, wants to record it and play it over and over again until the tape breaks. “Smoke some, watch a movie. Eat pizza that isn’t fucking cold..” He throws his slice back in the box. 

“Almost sounds like a date.”

Eddie stops breathing. 

“I- mh. Yeah,” he whispers. 

“Could be. If you wanna,” Steve says, groaning as he turns on the couch. 

“Steve.. Don’t say shit like that. You’ll kill me.” Eddie stands, suddenly. “You’re drunk.” “I’m sobering up.” “You really are not Steve, look at you.” He gestures vaguely at Steve, splayed over his couch, looking up at Eddie with squinted eyes. “I’m gonna have a headache tomorrow.” He whispers. Eddie sighs, sits back down. 

“Can I stay here? My.. My house is so empty. Just a house, really. Not really mine.” Steve reaches out, a small voice in his head telling him to. It’s the same voice that told him to stare at Tommy H. Or Devin from calc. Or George Michael.

Eddie sighs again, grabbing Steve’s hand, giving it a little squeeze.

“Sure, man. Of course. Know the feeling.”

“Headache?”

“No. Staying in a place that doesn’t feel like home.”

“Oh.”

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this was really fun to write and hopefully there's more to come for this prompt to make up for the fact that i abandoned this shit in October 🥲

[vanderbilt-draws]

pleaseee...draw devwinn interacting... plssss

ok sorry it took forever for me to answer i may have gone slightly overboard with the doodles but I REALLY LIKE DEVWINN AND MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE A WHOLE UNWRITTEN FIC ABOUT THEM IN HIGH SCHOOL AND LIKE 7 MILLION HCS ABOUT HOW THEY MET AND THEIR FUTURES AND UHH UHH hcs/all the stuff leading up to my unwritten fic are all below the cut if youre interested ✨✨

winn moved to dimmadelphia in the fourth grade

pretty much instantly dev "befriended" them and started being really clingy with them. he had a MASSIVE crush on them right from the start

winn wasnt actually all that big a fan of dev at first because yk he was mean to most of the other kids, but they didnt want to hurt his feelings so kind of went along with him

(side note i hc that dev has literally been wearing pretty much the same outfit since forever. hes so autism)

dev and winn only got to being real friends once hazel and dev became friends (bc yk shes got the balls to actually tell dev when hes doing something mean, so thats rlly when dev started improving as a person)

winn and dev had the same homeroom in sixth grade and ended up sitting right next to each other, which was when they really started becoming a Duo

winn broke their arm in a skating accident during the winter break of their sixth grade year, dev was the first one they got to sign the cast :] winn never stopped skating but they did do it a lot less + more carefully after that (by order of their parents)

dev started growing his hair into a mullet in the seventh grade because he "thought it looked cool" (<< started noticing his gender dysphoria and wanted longer hair in an attempt to quell it)

winn thought they were bi for all of seventh grade and most of eighth grade bc they had a crush on dev

SPOILER ALERT dev is a trans girl, she comes out in the eighth grade and her chosen name is devine. she still goes by dev but all her friends know what its short for

dev doesnt want to come out to her dad bc she doesnt know how hell react. (tbh if she did come out, her dad would be super supportive and good with prns and names and terms in public, but slip up a ton in private bc he doesnt care as much when people arent watching)

obv winn told jasmine and hazel about their crush right when it started developing, so it became kind of an inside joke between the three that winn has "transbian senses" after dev came out

just before ninth grade, winn decided to get a buzzcut, and theyve been growing it out ever since (this is mostly bc as much as i love dyed hair undercut enby/trans characters THERES TOO MANY PLEASE CHOOSE A DIFFERENT HAIRSTYLE FOR YOUR FICTIONAL TRANSES AND ENBIES SOBBING)

they bleached it blonde when it was about two inches long, and never bothered to cut off the blonde so now they just have blonde tips

winn ended up being 6'5" and joined varsity basketball in the tenth grade because they didnt wanna waste that height

dev stole their original varsity jacket because it was comfy (and because it was winns and it brings her comfort) and then paid for their replacement jacket

jasmine started learning how to sew and embroider clothes over the summer between ninth and tenth grade and so helped devine sew on her own name tag (dev just told her dad jasmine was a bad speller and tbh dale didnt care and was like ok son whatever)

dev ended up stuck at the spectacular height of a middle schooler (5'2") and winn thinks its adorable. theyre strong enough to pick her up whenever they hug her. sometimes when they get excited they spin her around

dev also started wearing her hair curly occasionally in the tenth grade bc winn told her she looked pretty with it like that. her dad doesnt like it when she doesnt slick it back and gets passive aggressive about it whenever he sees her like that

winn started getting panic attacks from all the pressure of high school after joining the basketball team, and dev usually ends up talking them through it, although jasmine and hazel are also good at helping them

they dont think their anxiety is bad enough to be a disorder so they never get a diagnosis/help (until Things Happen in my fic :]]] )

hazel and jasmine are both aroace (in this timeline at least, ive got a few other fic ideas where hazel is bi) and in a qpr. they are also fandom girlies and fic writers, so when dev finally tells them in the middle of tenth grade that she has a crush on winn (and has for a while) theyre both like OOOOOOOHHHHHH I SHIP IT and they, along with cosmo and wanda, start trying really hard to get them together

unfortunately hazmine and coswan have literally no idea how human teenage romance works irl SO. shenanigans ensue :]]]]]]]

anyways yeah thats my buildup to my fic/my personal hcs, no peri mention because hes ✨elsewhere✨ when all this is happening

[chxrrie-bxmb]

the mastermind hajime yap post :]

Everything starts off the same as canon. Hajime is in the reserve course, and he signs up for the Kamukura project. During the project, something goes so unexpectedly wrong--none of the doctors and surgeons are able to tell what. They followed the procedure exactly as planned, but they didn't have the clean slate they were expecting. Hajime gained the talents they placed in him, yes, but he was still emotional. So emotional, in fact, that the slightest trigger could spark a violent and explosive response. They had done something severely wrong, and they were facing the consequences.

This ultimate failure lead to the project losing all of its funding, and Hajime being locked away from the world. There were very few who looked after him, only a handful of the doctors that weren't as involved in the biggest screw up in Hopes Peak's history. Hajime rarely saw them, only being able to see even glimpses of the outside world the few times he was given food and water. There were hopes that he'd revert back to something stable after a while, but having a group of doctors rearranging your brain to such a degree wouldn't simply disappear with time. The longer Hajime was isolated, the more desperate he became for some kind of human contact. Any kind of human contact. He latched onto his caretakers, even as little as he saw them. He latched onto them like they were all he had. In a sense, they were. After a while, they stopped returning. They built a small hatch in the wall to give him his meals without having to go in. He was even more alone after that.

Eventually, Junko finds out about the school's failed science project. She tracks him down, finds the little room he had destroyed several times since he was barred from seeing another human being, and opens the door. She opens the door, she comes to him, and she looks at him with something Hajime hadn't seen in too long. She looks at him like she wanted him. It had been so long since he had been wanted, he couldn't even remember the last time it was.

Unlike Izuru, Hajime follows her without a second thought. She wants him, after all. He brings the world down onto its knees without a second thought, because she wants him. He kills whatever person--man, woman, child--because she wants him. He causes the same amount pain and suffering and death as a world war, all because she wants him. And he couldn't stand losing her. He couldn't stand being alone again. She wants him, and he'll be hers.

Junko recruits the remnants the same way she does in canon, though Hajime feels nothing for Chiaki when she dies. He's wanted by someone now, what else does he need? Who else does he need, really? He's wanted by someone, someone who's his entire world. That's more than he could ever ask for.

Hajime doesn't interact with the remnants much. They all seem to fear him, given how close he is to Junko. Still, they worship him as much as her. He's her beloved, and he's just as powerful as she is. If they upset him, they may upset her, as well.

So Hajime doesn't interact with the remnants much. All except one, that is. All except Nagito. At first, Hajime wasn't fond of him at all. Nagito hated Junko, of all things! He hated her and he loved her, too. How was such a thing possible? How could someone hate the one who loved Hajime so totally and completely when the world shunned him away? How could someone feels such a burning hatred, yet still claim to love that same soul? Hajime didn't like Nagito.

But over time, Nagito grew fond of Hajime. He was different from the rest of them. He wasn't ending the world for the sake of his own despair, he was ending the world for the one he loved. Something as hopeful, as beautiful as that... it wasn't human. It was godly, the way Hajime shed blood and spread misery for the sake of the one who saved him. To Nagito, Hajime was devine.

When the first killing game started, and Junko made plans in case she met her death, Hajime made a promise. He made a promise to guide the remnants and follow Junko's orders in the days to come. She told him about the AI, about her plans, and about what he was expected to do if she didn't make it back. He wanted to beg her to stay, to not leave him alone, but he already knew what she wanted of him. Once again, he followed her orders like it was his own will.

While the remnants would still be placed in a virtual world and it would still be corrupted by Junko's AI, the killing game would need a bit of rewriting to fit with this storyline. I think I'll tackle that later on though, this is long enough as is lmao

[missmarveledsblog]

Angel on my mind ( Tommy miller x reader ) part one

Summary: A man by nature Tommy sees what he wants, Perched on a stool of the bar only to realise the Pandora's box of feelings he never knew he had

Warning : no outbreak au! , idiots in love , age gap ( 15 years reader is 24 , Tommy 39 ) , mutual pining , this is a two-parter next part will be steamy 😎

He knew he was staring , well aware of his eyes glued to the figure across the bar . if his dear mama was still around she tell him it was rude to stare and clip him on the ear . tommy miller would not feel one ounce sorry . since he came back from the restroom , he notice her. hell he'd only see the back of her figure and he was sure rest just as good . the way the dress clung to her body in every right way , the heel that made her legs devine . looking down at his drink in hand wondering whether to down the drink and make his way to what his could say was divine fate or sit and relax enjoy from afar…. pfft yeah it definitely wasnt gonna be that. Bringing the glass to his lips , a grateful sup letting the rest of the contents of the drink to slither down his throat , alcohol giving a delious burn and fueling his confidence .

“ you want a drink ?” he turned to his brother .

“ ah ya remeber i was here still “ he laughed.

“ you want a drink or not ?” .

“ nah but ..” joel sat up straighter.

“ But nothing that could be the one brother , you gonna stop fate now“ he joked, ignoring his brother's words , already a man on a mission and he wasn't gonna fail a mission like that .

a quick smooth over his clothes and fixing his hair as he walked across the bar , turning to give his brother thumbs up . while Joel was mouthing something he couldn't quite decipher or cared in that moment . shake of his head , he played it cool , not paying attention even though she was turned talking away to a friend , he called bartender over.

“ another one of these ben and whatever this angel beside me is having” cool and cocky demeanour went straight out the doors just as they opened when he heard a laugh , a familiar , all too familiar laugh .

“ please dont tell this is the whole ladies man thing ya do “ her voice , the one who brought sobering clarity to his brother's objections and hesitation . there she sat fully facing him was y/n as in the man he and joel called a good friend , there was his little girl , the apple of his eye . one he'd heard been bragged about nonstop , how she was off getting higher education neither of the men in the trio had. Yet fate it was because clearly tommy miller was fated to be shown end of a double barrel shot gun from the daddy of the girl he'd blindingly was about to hit on .

“ aint hitting on you kiddo , you even allowed to be in here “ he kept going because lord kew the man wasn't smart enough to think of another lie to get him out of this .

“ i aint a kid im old enough” she laughed , head tipping back.

“ thought i say hi angel since you ain't said it to us “ he lied .

“ i said hello to joel when i came in “ .

“ well ain't said hi to me felt a little offended , anyway enjoy your drink and I'll see you later” with that he walked back to his brother less smooth and cocky before .

“ thanks for the drink��� she called ever so sweetly.

he could see the moment he was approaching his brother with an amused grin .

“ i tried to warn ya , but then again who am i stop fate little brother” he broke out laughing while Tommy was hoping the chair would swallow him whole .

after that night he hoped he could move past it , take it on the back and then move on . But that wasn't the case it was like a flip switched . thankfully hes only ever known y/n since she was freshly gone twenty, it wasn't like his brother who had known her since she was a girl . of course he thought she was beautiful , he wasn’t ind but she was the daughter of a good friend and fifteenth his junior making her off limits. Now it was even more enticing , like his mind was consumed with just her and only her. even worse any where he was there she was unaware of the power she had on him . how he suddenly couldn't talk a coherent sentence and when he did it was something stupid which probably made her worry about his safety getting through day to day , it was shocking even to him. this switch, this sudden effect that had him completely fucked. she was gorgeous , total sweetheart and always ready to help but then their was the mischievous side , the spitfire that would make the biggest of men crumble . she was the dream girl for any man that held her attention and he began to yearn for it . it was driving him completely and utterly mad from never wanting to be tied down to be so gone for a woman , maybe another stint in the army wouldn't be so bad after all .

Hell this was hell on earth he was sure of it . trying to keep cool , calm and collected , trying not to raise suspicion or raise brows . He stupidly agreed to go to the barbecue john , his dear friend and Y/n loving doting father invited him during what was one the hottest thick with the summer heat of texas . He wanted to call and cancel, maybe fake an illness of some sort but then it would be worse if he avoided them. Maybe he could use the experience as exposure therapy of some sort or so he told himself as he left the house . that therapy was gonna be his own form of torture when he noticed it was pool party . decent sized crowd of friend and loved ones all soaking up the sunshine and cold refreshment.

“ hey uncle tommy “ the voices called from the side turning to see his nieces sarah and ellie running towards him like bats out of hell .

“ hey kiddos , are you behaving?” he quirked his brow . “ Well I am “ sarah smiled brightly.

“ I'm trying , dads over there inhaling the burgers “ Ellie rolled her eyes .

“ well i better go get one before he does , be good and if you can't be good don't get caught” he winked as they shook their heads and ran off .

“ is that the message you wanna give out to the youth “ the voice called, making him tense up instantly .

“hey its quality advice don't knock it till you try it angel” cursing himself for that damned nickname , he used ever since that night luckily no one ever noticed or he was a goner.

“Hmm I might just do that miller , now let's get you that burger “ she smiled, linking her arm with his dragging him over to his brother and her father. “ i found something that belongs to you gentlemen” god her laugh , even her laugh had him feeling all certain ways.

“ wondering when you were gonna get here” joel grin and probably his third burger . “ john man how you make these “ he moaned, taking a bite .

“ i ain’t taking the credit , this one was up all night preparing the food” her father squeezed her cheek.

“ if he done it y'all be in the ER before the sun even set” she snickered .

“ i reckon its cause she tryna impress someone” making her eyes widen and flush on her cheeks .

“ how many beers you had old man , speaking nonsense , anyways i gotta go mingle , Joel slow down ,tommy eat up ,dad shut up” she rushed off leaving men laughing .

Maybe it was the heat or maybe it was the fact of the close proximity of the man that made her stomach flutter and her throat dry . Tommy Miller was a man that checked every single box on the hot check list . the dark wavy curls , the dark brown eyes you could fall for instantly warm and rich. the tough bravado on the outside and absolute goofball that could make you laugh til your side were split . Then there was another side, one she didn’t get to personal have but seen , she'd watch him begrudgingly with a jealous eye watching him talking , charming a woman at the bar . she got her hopes up the first night thinking maybe it would be her , that he'd seen her but alas it was just to say hello to his buddy kid. now she stood pretending to listen about her neighbour's flower garden , nodding smiling yet every so often or more often than not she found herself staring at the younger miller brother before catching herself and forcing her gaze to whomever was talking to her.

“ hey pretty little thing “ god that voice it made her cringe , made her skin crawl . the nickname didnt have the same effect like when tommy called her angel , it didn't even come close but being a good host she plaster the fake smile on her lips.

“ hey shaun how are ya “

“ better know got to see how have you been” his eye not even hiding the fact he was checking her out. now she was looking for a way out and an escape.

“ john the main man” the voice called as the little redhead popped in between the men not that tommy notice he was too busy glaring at the man touching her , basically eating her with his eyes. “ oh hey mr miller , miller” .

“ cassie how are you “ john laughed.

“ looking for your daughter thought she'd here with tall dark and handsome .. where is she ?” .

“ she should be here somewhere … ah follow the eyes burning a hole in the back of shauns head” her father snorted.

“ he's really really shit at hiding huh “ cassie laughed louder snapping tommy from what he was doing to the present conversation .

“ i dont know what your talking about” he shrugged grabbing a beer from the cooler.

“ i maybe old miller but my sight works just as fine , she aint so slick either rushing around make sure she all pretty before you come over” he smirked.

“ before you even try deny it dummy , he aint mad at you “ joel spoke up.

“ so can y'all stop torturing us and make a move” cassie added. “ oh save her from the creep be like out of a movie … can i have a burger since no popcorn “ she giggled.

“ as much as i want to say it but she aint kid anymore and but you hurt her i know places no one will find you “ john mused.

“ you gonna move or what “ joel smirked looking at his shocked brother giving a nod not knowing what to say but shit knowing she felt the same way he was sure he think of something .

“ Yeah so thats why I dumped Melanie , I mean she got a banging body and all but she was too ambitious you know? “ The droning of this man was surely to but her sleep at one point or her blood boiling the next .

“ im sure she better off now” she gave a tight lined smiled.

“unlikely anyways wanna skip this boring party and head out “ he leaned forward.

“ boring party … my dads party?” she crossed her arms and arched her brows.

“ i mean its cute but it nothing im used to you know gala , big dinners lobster and caviar you know broaden your horizons” he winked .

“ how about you stick your lobster and caviar up your ass you stuck up idiotic asshole better guys around here than you ” she stomped .

“ you know what forget it was throwing a dog a bone for easy lay not worth it , don't act like no one sees your little head in the clouds looking at tommy miller , that man would fuck anything and he wont fuck you “ he scoffed only for it to be wiped off his face when his head jerked to the side and her hand connected to the skin . “ listen here you little bitch “ he growled grabbing her arm raising his hand.

“ no you listen asswipe , you are most insufferable man i ever met as for tommy he's more of a man than you'll ever be” .

“ put that hand down before i ..” tommy began only for her to punch the man straight into the nose sending him to the ground with a thud. “ or that will happen” . all eyes looking , all voices now silent.

“ we're just playing kids , this is why you don't try wrestling someone gets hurt “ she winced shaking her now sore hand but shit it was worth it. “ you realise melanies the sherif kid i might let him know what you've been saying about his kid bow i suggest you get out of here before you really get hurt” she hissed before storming off to her house .

she felt her cheeks heating up and embarrassment flooding her senses and now her hand was hurting like a bitch . she didn't know whether to laugh or cry , not that she woke up that morning and thought she would be punching assholes but here she was pacing her kitchen . the nerve of that man to make a remark after all the nonsense he was spewing . he made tommy miller look like an ..

“ angel you ok “ she turned to see the man himself standing at the back door eyes filled with concern . 

“ i think my hand is broken but other than that im good “ she winced looking down at her knuckles now angry red color and slightly bigger.

“c'mon  rocky  sit “ he pat the stool at the kitchen island . “ you got ice or will i get some outside “ . 

“ some in the ice box” she sat looking as the barbecue went back to normal like nothing even happened  until she looked to see ellie and her friends recreating it animatedly and excited. 

“ she probably thinks your bad ass , she not wrong “ he chuckled seeing where she was looking . 

“   it was kinda bad ass right “ she chuckled. 

“ very , guys always been a badass least you wont have to deal with it once summers out” he almost sounded sad as the words came out of his mouth . 

“ why wouldn't i ,  surprised my dad didn't announce it in paper i got job here” she smiled sweetly . 

“ so if i was to ask you on date ?” those words made her eyes wide and second thinking whether she was stuck in some sort of day dream to cop talking to that nasty man. That any moment she would snap out of it and be in her backyard . 

“  like a date date “ was all she could get out of her mouth . 

“ like a date date” he chuckled comfirming. 

“  when .. yes … i mean yes when would you like to “ she stumbled over her words not believing it was real , that this was really actually happening . was it a daydream ? or maybe it was a dream . then she yelped, feeling the coldness of the ice  making it very much real. 

“ sorry angel , i dont think its broke …  as for date we can go soon if ya want” he smirked making her cheek flush .

“ maybe tomorrow night  i dont wanna leave my dad cleaning up alone “ she bit her lip and fought her cheeks from splitting .

“ go i got  helpers” he dad walked in . 

“ ok hes taking this too well “ her brows arched eyeing the man who once told her she couldn't date til she was forty . 

“ i ain't gonna question it ,  shall we ?” He held his arm out. 

“ We shall “ she smiled, linking arms keeping the ice on her knuckles as they walked out the doors. 

He probably should've thought it through ,  instead of getting excited and not thinking  what this date was gonna be. Now here they were in his truck not being not knowing what to do next. 

“ ok i may have gotten ahead of myself and didn't think this through “ he mused. 

“ oh oh right i can leave , we can forget it “ she went to grab the door.  

“ no no angel ,  that's not it  just i didnt think of what to do kinda got excited you said yes” he grabbed her non-injured  hand . 

“ You got air conditioning? “ she asked . 

“ i do” 

“ ok we head to store get some snack and beer  , watch movies  “ she nodded easily. 

“ ok but next date I'm taking you out properly the full show stopper”  he laughed kissing her knuckles .

" well then lets get first one over with first " eyes almost shinning with one thought and that was she was an angel and she was gonna be his angel

[leikeliscomet]

Accidently came across some 100+ note post getting mad at people for saying 'discourses' like ace discourse aren't helpful with the rise in anti queer fascism bc it's 'insensitive persecution fantasies' from white tumblr people. I'm not gonna screenshot or reply directly bc my news years resolution is to try to stop responding to clapped takes and I'm kinda flopping seeing as I'm writing this looool plus anyone whose takes on asexuality begin and end with 'those tumblr queers' and 'ugh WHITE people!!1' has nothing of value to me as a Blackity Black ace lesbian but still it's an interesting (and illogical) mentality I wanna address. The 'are asexuals oppressed?' 'discourse' is kinda useless to me because oppression isn't solely defined by legal terms (medical, social and religious for example), oppressive actions still continue even if certain acts are banned legally (like rape), some oppressions existed before we even had a concept of modern law (like antiblackness and colourism) plus with the faulty logic no white queer person in the west should be using any queer oppression frameworks bc by definition they have their legal rights whilst queer people in the global south don't. But my main point is we shouldn't be waiting around for physical violence to happen towards asexual people to conceptualise an asexual discrimination. In fact we shouldn't wait for any group of marginalised people to experience physical violence to conceptualise their discrimination. It reminded me of the Black Queer Lives Matters posts from 2020 that included Black aces and aros and people were like 'Why do THEY need to be in there they're not being killed!11' Like apart from the fact saying 'I'm asexual' or 'I'm aromantic' isn't gonna stop a cop killing you or stop and searching you, I like to hold the radical opinion that being able to live is the bare minimum of any marginalised group. It shouldn't take Black people dying for you to think our lives matter regardless of our sexualities. It shouldn't take mass murder or rape of asexuals to think being rude about people's sexualities is not good because I hold the second radical opinion that people shouldn't get made fun of for their sexuality and leftists should care about people. Shocking I know. Plus from the way this site was moving about asexual people simply mourning Bianca Devins (not even claiming her asexuality played a role in the murder mind you just literally mourning her) and from the way asexual victims/survivors are treated for speaking on their rapes and assaults I highly doubt anti-asexual people are gonna magically become pro-ace allies. Like anyone who genuinely thinks the law prevents oppression with a few lines and that social, medical and sexual stigma plays 0 role 'cus it's not illegal' isn't worth talking to about this.

And btw Trump doesn't need to 'start rounding up all the asexuals for not believing in love or something' because compulsory sexuality has always been supported and perpetrated by conservatives. Far-right channels like GB News from major TERFs like Kellie Jay Keen, Julie Bindel and Jo Bartosch to self-proclaimed fascist Matt Walsh have made it clear they don't fuck with asexuality (pun untintentional) They aren't gonna start shooting aces on the street or whatever but they're absolutely gonna justify medical stigma against deviant sexualities and perpetrate sexual violence for the sake of compulsory heterosexual sex for reproduction and that's bad. Call it wild but I think we can recognise multiple forms of violence being bad and I think we should do something about the fascism *before* the killing people stage idk. Maybe that's what those annoying ace tumblr queers were getting at.

[changingplumbob]

Chatting about Dating Deanna - Shay Edition

Shay: So a little birdie told me you wanted a sneak peek of the villa?

Deanna: I may have been worried about living conditions

Shay: Oh honey you've not seen extreme living conditions until you've lived in my job. Don't worry, I may have been on Mad About Dodo but I used none of that in this build

Deanna: You built this yourself?

Shay: *remembers how the last time she tried to explain that she's living in a simulation the sim kept resetting* Yes?

Deanna: Well it looks like it belongs in Tartosa

Shay: YES! Let me tell you one time I was in Africa and asked where the wood was and everyone on the crew looked at me like I had two heads *shudders* apparently bricks were the better option

Deanna: So can I see inside?

Shay: Sure! Follow me!

Shay: This is the entryway. Felt like some nice green touches by the stairs. Then near the entrance to the hall to your room and a couple of contestant rooms we have some modern art with some more... historical pieces

Deanna: Is that a chinchilla by a skull?

Shay: Dire chinchilla I believe. Responsible for unspeakable amounts of death

Deanna: Is this my room?

Shay: I know it's a bit simple but you really won't be spending much time here beyond sleeping. Now, do you want to see the watcher's favourite part?

Shay: Did someone say split level kitchen and lounge???

Deanna: No

Shay: Well the watcher did! Isn't it glorious? I love the amount of light we were able to get in here. And the modular couch *squeals*

Deanna: It does look spacious

Shay: Well in the bigger rounds we will need to fit in you and six contestants at a time. Pus Devin and whoever is proposing the challenge

Shay: So the lawn on the right is... under construction? I mean there is a small area for when you do some group hangouts but the other side of it is empty so we can fit in some of the larger equipment for challenges

Deanna: Larger equipment being?

Shay: Oh you know, things the watcher can't be bothered building another lot for. Now back inside beyond the lounge we have what I like to call the wiggle room

Deanna: Wiggle room?

Shay: Not all the solo challenges need large equipment so this space is going to be swapped around for whatever it needs to be. Some might say the watcher just hates building but meh, this is why she has me

Shay: To the left of the lounge of course we have-

Deanna: THE POOL

Shay: Correct. Now there isn't any swimming challenges but there will be down time between the weeks where everyone needs to relax so we wanted a nice space. Don't tell anyone but the watcher is actually over the moon about how it came out

Deanna: Is that a contestants room I can see through the windows?

Shay: Yes. Except of course sims don't peer through windows so no one will actually notice during the challenge

*Deanna resets*

Shay: Fudge! Yes, contestants rooms. All are the same since they'll be swapping around a bunch. But they've got a bed, wardrobe and mirror. Computer of course for the skill building times

Deanna: Do we all have to share bathrooms?

Shay: With a villa this size? No. Ensuites for everyone! Now come inside and see the upstairs. It has my favourite view

Shay: Oh wait, do you like the kitchen?

Deanna: I like the idea of other people cooking for us

Shay: Sorry honey. While the contestants skill build you'll be on cooking and repair duty

Deanna: Really?

Shay: No pain no gain. Okay see the balcony up there? That's where we're going, using the stairs from the entry

Deanna: Okay, this view is nice

Shay: The watcher, I mean production company, still need to think of some scenes that can be up here. But yeah through the arch is more contestant rooms

Shay: So what's the verdict?

Deanna: It's cute! But... what if the contestants don't think I'm cute enough to stop watching tv for?

Shay: Are you kidding? You're adorable. It's going to be fine. There will be set times for socialising but yeah here and there it will just be up to contestants as to if they want to talk to you. We can't make them chat but... we can lock them out of their rooms for a bit

Deanna: *laughing* Let's not do anything that could get us sued

Dating Deanna has 5 spots left!

Interested in joining the chaos? Check out the below links for all the details and register interest by Christmas!

Contestant List, Challenge Overview, Joey's Contestant Creation Walkthrough, F.A.Q, All In Guide

@daedriyth, @cawthorntales, @igglemouse, @corrienteallita please let me know if you will be a couple of days late. On my 26th/USA's 25th I will be contacting those who have offered to do filler sims for empty slots and don't want to give away the spot for your sim if your game is just playing up (like the game does). But you are of course allowed to submit your sims up until then, so you still have a week for final touches. @abbysimsfun you have told me your sim is queued so don't worry, I know she's coming.

[justdaphne]

The Crows during Barbenheimer

Kaz

You can tell what color he’s already wearing. LITERALLY straight out of Oppenheimer.

“Kaz can you get Barbie tickets I already got Oppenheimer”

“6 tickets” “for Oppenheimer?” *stares* “Barbie”

Kaz was awake during the whole duration of Oppenheimer. He actually liked it.

Of course, he understands it. Everything. Afterwards, he had a discussion with Wylan for better bomb creations

“KAZZZZ I DONT GET ITTTT” “not everyone has the level of intelligence to.”

For Barbie, Nina managed to sneak some pink paint onto his coat

Honestly, he didn’t like it but he understood the message and was there for Inej (only) who was probably getting a tad bit emotional (who else wasn’t) So he tried his best to comfort her.

Jesper

A pink atomic bomb dropped on him

“CMON BARBIE LET’S GO PARTY I’M A BARBIE GIRL IN A BARBIE WORLD ..” He’s been singing that song non-stop.

Jesper slept during Oppenheimer. He was probably most awake during THAT scene though.

“I DONT GET IT WHAT DOES IT MEAN” “What did he say?” “HUHHHH” “WHEN IS THIS OVERRRRR” “Wylan this is YOUR THING”

“JESPER STFU”

A whole different person during Barbie. Got the Barbie popcorn, Barbie tumblr, even decorated his guns pink.

After the movie? A sobbing mess.

“I am Kenough. I AM KENOUGH.”

Continues not stopping to sing Barbie girl

Inej

Personally, I think she wore a less flashy color of pink..so dark pink? (Does she even have pink?) Well Nina helped.

“Inej what’s he doing?” yeah she does the explaining but not all of it BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE KEEP TALKING DURING THE MOVIE, SO SHE LOSES FOCUS ON WHAT THEY’RE SAYING.

“Please don’t tell me you plan on recreating that bomb Kaz”

She probably felt bored in some of the scenes.

During Barbie she had the time of her life. Laughing (Kaz was somewhat smiling because of that) Dancing in her seat during uplifting music playing and also tearing up. Especially during that line about the struggles of women.

She felt Kaz’s hands squeezing hers.

Pretty much comforting everyone else after the whole film (Mom of the group thingssssss)

Wylan

I think he’d wear black with a tad bit of pink to match both movies

HE ABSOLUTELY LOVEDDD OPPENHEIMER. He found it so interesting. Also inspiring maybe

“Maybe I can.. NO I WON’T”

Father son moment with Kaz about stuff . They were talking about everything that happened but most importantly if Wylan could recreate it but that’s dumb hahaaha Inej stopped it right away

HE ALSO ABSOLUTELY LOVED BARBIE. Ryan Gosling.

Laughing, dancing, crying too but he had to comfort Jesper.

The only person he could deeply analyse the movie with was Inej because everyone else was busy crying, comforting or Kaz.

“I loved how ..”

Nina

Dressed in absolutely the Barbiest pink you can imagine. And a cowboy hat.

In Oppenheimer she can literally tell who a character is played by. “IS THAT DEVIN BOWSTICK”

Most definitely awake during THAT scene. “I have a crush on Florence Pugh.”

After that, she doesn’t understand a thing. BOMBS. EXPLOSION. CILLIAN. that’s it.

She needed a whole 30 minute explain video.

“I come out of the cinema as J R Oppenheimer.”

“Nina, you know nothing about quantum physics.”

Like Jesper, SOOO HYPED FOR BARBIE. BARBIE GIRL. BARBIE WORLD. MARGOT ROBBIE. MOSTLY MARGOT ROBBIE.

“WATCH ME. DAAAAANCCEEEEE DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY”

A sobbing mess pt 2

But it’s fine because Barbie World started playing so she’s dancing again. With puffy eyes. #moodswings

“That..was a cinematic masterpiece. *intellectual statement*” but like 2 business days after the movie because she needed time to process and think and recover.

Matthias

Nina would PERSONALLY make Matthias try out a whole wardrobe. Black? Pink? Black AND Pink??????

“Nina, let me wear whatever I want”

“NO.”

He’s just there because Nina is there. Probably judges the whole Oppenheimer movie.

“Is that ethical?” “Is that reasonable?” “IS THAT BIBLICAL?”

But overall he probably was just silent during Oppenheimer.

But of course, he does have some statements about the movie #critic101 .

“So Matthias what do you think?” “It was a cinematic masterpiece.. Christopher Nolan.. *blah blah blah*”

He secretly enjoyed Barbie. Secretly. Maybe he said it was too girly for him but he secretly liked it.

“I’M JUST KEN ANYWHERE ELSE I’D BE A TEN”

Of course, he comforts Nina because she’s sobbing. Hugs her. Kisses her. And reassures her.

He tells her that he’s grateful for someone like her in his life and he thanks her for being as strong as she is no matter how hard it is. Which makes her cry harder.

[edupunkn00b]

On a Butterfly's Wing, Ch. 10: Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Public domain image of a Lorenz attractor, a visual representation of patterns in chaos.

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Logan Croft celebrates Halloween in his dreams with… well, with someone he hadn't expected. But first, Logan learns his dreams seem to be making an impact on real life. At least… at least he'd thought it had only been a dream.

❤️💙October 28, 2024

Dreams begat dreams and, increasingly, Logan found himself readily drifting off to sleep each night, wondering what his imagination might weave for him that time. While he dreamed—and recalled his dreams—far more often than he was accustomed to, very few of his dreams carried the same clarity, the same weight as his dreams from the end of the Patton’s junior year.

His dreams at the start of Patton's senior year only intensified.

In the end, he chalked it up to little more than processing his worries for his youngest son, because no matter what he’d dreamt, no matter how absurdly fantastical his imagined life could be, Patton was always, always there. 

The impression of a smooth tri-braid band ghosted on the ring finger of his right hand.

Sometimes impossibly so.

Over time, his dreams melded into competing versions of his days, soft mornings waking in the arms of his boss’ husband—sometimes even with the both of them. More than a few dreams, even, with his old crush. His dreams girded him against the sharper edges of his real days, leaving him energized and ready for whatever traps he had to dodge, whatever figurative—mostly figurative—blows he had to absorb.

His dreams also left him with a strange, unearned familiarity with all three of the men so prominently featured in his dreams. He began to recognize micro expressions he he'd never noticed before, the pained glances Janus would shoot at their clients when he thought no-one was looking. The wobble in Remus' punk rock grin the time he’d stapled through his thumb. That soft smile Roman seemed to send his way last week when he visited with Remus for lunch.

Unearned or not, Logan wrapped himself in the love their dream versions offered him and relished the affection he could so freely return.

Still, snippets of dreamt conversations haunted him. Intimate discussions and tender moments together. An awkward coffee with Remus. Had he actually shared his suspicions of Devin? Or was it merely just one more part of his fantasies?

The confrontation he’d overheard last month seemed to demonstrate that conversation, at least, truly had happened.

Patton had slept over at Jax's house and so Logan had arrived early for work that day, an un-extraordinary event. What had been unusual was Janus’ closed door. 

And the heated voices within.

“Jan, what the hell are you talking about?” Devin’s voice boomed, followed by a thud that rattled the certificates lining the hallway. Logan’s feet stuck to the carpet outside and he listened. “Look, I never—”

“Devin, sit down.” Janus didn’t raise his voice but the shadows under the door shifted and Logan heard the thunk of the loveseat hitting the wall between them. “I called you in this morning so we can handle this quietly,” he continued. “However if you insist on causing a scene, personally, I’m more than happy to wait until the office opens and we can have a proper audience.”

“It’s his word against mine.” Devin's voice dipped into a quiet confidence. “You don’t want this to get loud because then everyone will hear what a liar and slut your bro—”

Remus’ voice came out as a growl. “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you.”

There was another voice in the room, similar to Remus’ but softer. Not simply quieter, but softer. Roman. Logan couldn’t make out much more than, “—want it to stop. Want him to stop.”

Devin wasn’t quiet. “Firing me over a tiff with your family?” he laughed. “Nepotism’s a bad look on you, Jan. But go ahead and try it. The NLRB and the Bar will fight over your carcass. And as for—”

His rant was interrupted by his own voice, a recording. Muffled, but undeniably him. “You’re not wearing that tonight, are you?” A familiar contempt oozed off his words.

Roman’s recorded answer was louder. But uncertain. “It’s new. I bought it for—”

Logan’s throat jumped up into his throat at a sudden bang in the recording. “Damn, it’s a good thing you’re pretty. I’d never—”

“You fucking recorded me?” Devin’s anger fell away into a laugh as the recording abruptly stopped playing. “Doesn’t matter anyway. Inadmissible without my consent.”

“I don’t need it to be admissible,” Janus purred. He sounded almost bored, the way he did in court right before pulling the final thread in a carefully woven trap. “I just need people to hear it.” The casters on his chair rolled and Logan could imagine him turning away, dismissing Devin from his office.

How many times had Janus ended a conversation with him that way? More than he could count.

“You can go now or you can leave after the rest of the office arrive. Either way, you’re gathering your belongings and leaving today.”

The door opened, propped open by a neon green combat boot. Still sputtering, Devin spilled out into the hallway, bag slung over his shoulder and a stack of case files in his arms. “I’ll take those,” someone—Remus—said, snatching them from his grip.

With a growl, Devin spun, reaching for the files. Remus advanced, and Devin scuttled backwards.

Right into Logan.

“Croft,” he spat as Logan stumbled back, steadying only when his heel caught the wall. Devin narrowed his eyes, mouth opening before his gaze flicked back where Remus stood, glaring, from Janus’ doorway.

“‘Morning, Logan,” Remus nodded, loudly announcing his presence to Roman and Janus inside.

Still, his tone was warmer than Logan might have expected and he nodded back, hoping the flush crawling up his cheeks wasn't noticeable. “Good morning, Remus.” He hadn't even known Remus knew his first name. 

Not in the real world, at least.

“Croft, you’re in my—” Devin began, then stopped when Remus feigned a cough. “Excuse me,” he finally said and disappeared into his own office, slamming the door behind him.

Silence settled between them, broken by sharp sounds in Devin’s office and footsteps in Janus’. “I…” Logan started, then cleared his throat, staring at the scuffs on Remus' boots rather than his eyes. “I did not intend to eavesdrop, I…”

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” he said, feet already moving back to the office.

Polished leather shoes joined Remus' boots and Logan looked up, meeting Janus’ gaze. “A witness never hurts,” he said. “Particularly one who understands the importance of discretion.”

Logan nodded quickly, not needing Janus to make his threat any more concrete. “Of course,” he added. “I’ll…” Adjusting his glasses, he gestured toward his own office at the end of the hall. “I’ll be… If you need me.”

Janus watched him for a long moment before he nodded and returned to his desk. With another not-quite-glare Logan didn’t know how to interpret, Remus followed. Before the door closed, though, Roman darted out.

“Log—Mr. Croft—I” he stumbled, cheeks flushed in that familiar exuberance. Despite the circumstances, his mouth twitched like it wanted to smile. Full, smooth lips, the bottom caught between perfectly white and aligned teeth. It seemed like he’d hardly aged at all since college. At least until Logan met his eyes and noticed the deep shadows etched beneath them.

Suddenly aware he’d been staring, he cleared his throat. “Roman, we are well within the bounds of propriety if you call me Logan.” It had been a long, long time since he’d last dropped off Virgil and Remy to see their favorite preschool teacher.

“Logan,” Roman repeated, shaping the word carefully. “Thank you,” he added quietly.

Eyes widening, Logan glanced back at the office. He hadn’t expected Remus to share what he’d said, well, what he sort of remembered saying. Frankly, Logan had been nearly certain he’d only imagined the entire conversation. Still, he couldn’t help meeting Roman’s half smile with his own. “It was long overdue,” he said at last. They both jumped at a slammed file drawer echoing out from behind Devin’s closed door.

“Still,” Roman murmured, regaining his smile but avoiding Logan’s eyes. “Thank you,” he said one more time, then slipped back into Janus’ office and closed the door.

~

A few days after that strange morning, Logan woke before his alarms. Eyes shut, he lay still under the covers as he clung to the rare early morning warmth. Eventually, though, he cracked open his eyes.

The final, fuzzy remnants of streetlight bled through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Had he forgotten to draw the shades? He stiffened, willing himself to rise and close them before the dawn arrived in full. Kelly’s steady breathing behind him stuttered and the bed shifted. Logan closed his eyes, listening. The light couldn’t be bright enough to bleed beneath her sleep mask, but perhaps she was rising for something else?

She moved again and a heavy, muscled arm slid under and around Logan’s belly.

“Hmmm…” A gravelly voice rumbled near his ear. “You’re too far away.” Crossing over his body, a hand found his. Soft, strong fingers brushed gently over his scarred palm and laced their fingers together. Smooth, tanned skin, immaculate nails with a sheen didn’t need his glasses to see. Breath caught in his throat, Logan turned and was met with a soft smile and half-closed green eyes.

“Oh… Roman,” Logan whispered, the name sweet as it spilled from his lips.

Dream Roman grinned, nuzzling closer. “Expecting someone else?” His breath, warm against Logan’s skin, puffed out in a laugh. “Lemme a’ ‘im, lemme a’ ‘im,” he mumbled in a groggy impression Logan couldn’t quite place.

Looking past Roman’s shoulder, his eye snagged on the fuzzy golden costume hanging from the back of the door. He squinted. A lion, with a spot of red in the plush mane letting memory fill in what his vision couldn’t. “The Courageous Lion suits you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into Roman’s hair as he drew closer.

Pleased laughter bubbled up from his chest, sending vibrations over Logan’s skin. “Patton chose well,” he said. “Even if Virge is a little put out that he’s stuck being a flying—”

'I was working in the lab late one night, when my eyes beheld an eerie sight…'

A boppy tune interrupted Roman and they both laughed. “Speaking of Patton…” Roman groaned as he reached over Logan and snagged the cellphone charging on his nightstand. “Mmm… 'Tis morning,” he mumbled before setting down the phone and brushing little kisses against Logan’s shoulder, his neck, his chest.

He stopped just shy of Logan's navel. “C’mon,” he said, grinning as he sat up. “Let’s get our costumes on.”

“Our costumes?” Logan repeated, pulled in by Roman’s mischievous smile.

“Ah!" he cried, grinning past a faux offense. "You doubted my theatrical costuming experience?" Laughing, he pulled Logan to his feet. "I promised you I'd finish it last night." The first thin light of autumn’s dawn struck the edge of something shiny in the corner of the room. With another musical laugh, Roman passed Logan his eyeglasses. 

Nodding, he put them on and gaped at the costume hanging by the closet. “It’s perfect.”

~

Working ever-so gently around Logan's eyes, Roman was blending three shades of silver face make-up when the doorbell rang. "They're here!" Patton shouted from downstairs.

He flinched at the sudden sound and Roman's hand froze mid-brush. "Sorry, did I hurt you?" he asked, other hand reaching to steady his shoulder.

"No, um, I'm sorry, I—" His face warmed beneath the makeup. He stared down at his silver gloves, avoiding Roman's intense gaze. "Sorry," he said again, addressing his hands. He'd been jumpy all morning as they'd showered and dressed. Even in a dream, surely there was a limit to the other man's patience. How much longer before he found it?

Hand still close enough to feel the heat of his palm where it hovered over Logan's face, Roman swept it down, the whisper of a caress. "Sweetheart? "

Logan risked a glance up at the gentle tone. Roman's smile could've melted stone.

"Are you feeling a little anxious about the parade today?" The hand on his shoulder slid down to press against his chest. "Your heart's pounding," he murmured.

"Perhaps… perhaps a little," Logan managed. Anxious? Yes. Not about the parade, though.

Both their eyes darted to the door at Remus' riotous laughter from downstairs. Roman chuckled and turned back to him. "We're going to look fabulous and Patton's going to have so much fun!"

Roman's grin was infectious and Logan found himself nodding, shoulders easing back down.

"I'm almost done with your make-up and then you can make your grand entrance." Once more he dabbed around Logan's left eye then leaned back, examining his work. "Done—Oh! Almost forgot!" Roman dashed to the dresser and retrieved a red velvet bag from the bottom drawer. He tucked the bag into a pocket hidden in his lion's costume and winked. "For later. Ready?" Roman asked, offering his hand.

A rose gold wedding ring glinted on his hand. Though it was now covered by silver gloves, Logan had woken with a matching ring on his own left hand. He nodded and let Roman help him up to his feet. "Ready."

~

"Esteemed family and—" Roman's booming laughter interrupted his own proclamation from the foot of the stairs. "Well, you're all family, so… Esteemed family," he began again. "May I present The Tin Woodman?"

At his cue, with one hand on his axe and the other gripping the handrail, Logan followed the curved landing and stiffly managed the final steps to a small round of applause.

He began to bow, then stopped. Still laughing, Roman pawed at the air near his Scarecrow brother, who passed a giggling toddler dressed as a black terrier to Janus before retaliating. Janus was… Was he The Great Oz himself? 

Laughing, Logan realized that was the first thing in this dream that hadn't surprised him. Well, perhaps the second. 

Patton had gotten ready on his own, adorably clad in the Dorothy costume he'd—secretly—picked out. Giggling, he watched the twins' battle, one hand holding up a cellphone, screen facing out.

Virgil, Remy, and Remy's roommate Emile were crowded into the frame, dressed as the remaining characters from the movie.

Logan waved at the screen. "Sorry you boys couldn't make it down," he guessed. A bit of Virgil's dorm room filled an empty sliver of the screen. 

"Don't worry, Dad," Remy said, black pointy hat crooked as he squeezed between Virgil's flying monkey costume and the fluffy overflow of Emile's—Glenda's—ball gown. "We'll be down next weekend for the rehearsal dinner."

"Rehearsal dinner…" Logan began to ask, unsure he heard over the tumult. The toddler had begun to fuss and Logan, old habits kicking into gear, reached for her before he could think better of it. But the little girl sighed happily and settled into his arms, thumb stuck in her mouth.

"Thanks, Lo," Janus murmured and fished out a sippy cup from the bottle slung over his shoulder. 

"Yeah!" Craning to be seen, Emile's head rested on Remy's shoulder. "We won't be late!" he added with a grin.

"What, like they'll start without you?" Virgil drawled, rolling his eyes with more affection than his tone held.

All three laughed over the phone and Logan looked closer at the tiny image. At the coordinated pink and black highlights in Remy's and Emile's hair. How close they sat together on the bed. 

Roommates. Oh.

Logan's smile grew. "I trust you'll be there," he said.

Remy had been watching him and that little crinkle in his brow melted away. "Hey, we've got class in ten. We gotta go, Dad." 

"Well, so do we," Patton laughed and stuck out his tongue at his brothers.

Some things never changed, indeed.

"Fine," Virgil groaned past a smile. "We'll take you with us." With that they all tromped out of the house, the boys still chattering to each other over the videocall. Half listening as they switched topics faster than Logan could fully track, he grabbed the keys hanging by the door, again a muscle memory he only noticed once he'd locked the door behind them. He turned to see two near-identical cars in the driveway.

Janus opened the hatch of the newer SUV and pulled out a tote bag. "Do you have room for this?" he asked Logan.

"Sure, I'll take it!" Patton cried and pulled out his own set of keys. 

As they transfered a few more items to the trunk of one car, Logan counted people and seats. In perfect dream logic, there was plenty of space for everyone and he opened his car's rear passenger door. He looked down at the toddler dozing on his shoulder. They would just need a car seat for—

A toddler-sized car seat was already latched in the middle row.

"I'll buckle her in," Remus said his over his shoulder as he shifted the toddler in his arms. "If she wakes up all the way, she'll fight you." Remus grinned as he lifted her in his arms. "'Cause you're Daddy's little fighter, aren't you?"

Logan watched as Remus—Remus?—gently and expertly buckled her in. Flashes of other dreams exploded in his mind. Remus playing games with Patton, throwing snowballs with all the boys. Of both the twins chasing the boys in a park, everyone laughing.

"Pat used to fight carseats, too," Logan murmured.

"I know." Remus laughed and climbed into the seat beside his daughter. "Who do you think taught me how to get her in so quick she doesn't notice?"

"Shotgun!" Roman and Patton called at the same time as Janus opened the doors on the other side. 

"I believe you and I are relegated to the back row this time, Pat," Janus said.

"Okay, but I get to choose the music!" he laughed. "That means you need to go," he said to his phone, waving at his brothers.

"One more thing!" Roman called and Patton's eyes widened, nodding. 

He turned the phone to point at Logan.

Back turned, Roman pulled out the velvet bag from his pocket. "You'll need this, Mr. Woodman," he said and turned.

Gently cupped in his palm was a pocket watch set in a deep red heart. "Every Tin Man needs a heart to wear," he said, stepping closer.

"Roman, I—" Logan swallowed, a lump growing in his throat. "It's wonderful."

Roman fiddled with a tiny panel on the left side of Logan's costume, revealing a clasp for the pocketwatch. "'A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others,'" he smiled, pinning the heart into place before taking his hand. "And you, Sweetheart, are so very loved."

Logan looked around at this imaginary family he'd dreamt for himself. At the love some tiny part of his mind believed he deserved. "As are all of you," he whispered.

Patton moved close, hugging him from the side, still holding his phone with Remy and Virgil and even Emile waving at him. Perhaps not all imagined. "As are all of you," he repeated, holding his youngest son close.

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

A Perfect Day

The sun was shining brightly. It was a warm summer day. The floating islands pass by peacefully overhead. It was a lovely day in hell. Well... not really.

Why? Well, that was because none of the 13 crowns could find a certain demon king. The lazy bastard was avoiding paperwork again. How dare he leave them behind to do all the work!

They searched high and low for him but couldn't find him anywhere. How typical of him. No doubt he was having fun somewhere without them.

The real question, however, was this; 'What was making him leave so frequently?' He was constantly sneaking away for whatever reason.

Was it some new creatures he found? Or perhaps a new place to explore? Whatever it was, it must have really caught his eye. They wondered what could be so entertaining.

The answer was simpler than they thought. And it wasn't a place, nor was it a thing. No... it was a them. A little demon that had somehow captured the powerful kings attention.

Not that anyone knew. No, while the 13 crowns were frantically searching for their missing leader, he was relaxing. Enjoying himself under the clear blue sky.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Are you sure this is alright?" Derkila opened one eye to see you staring down at him. His head resting in your lap.

"It's fine! I'm the king of hell, after all. If I want to spend the day with you, I will, and no one can stop me." He wraps his tail around your waist and nuzzles his head against your thighs.

The shade of the trees keeps you both cool. This was definitely better than staying in that stuffy office. He should take you on picnics more often.

The wind blows softly across the valley. Leaves rustling as you stroked his head. Mmm, this was so relaxing. He wondered if he could get away with another nap.

You reach into the picnic basket humming softly as you pull out fruit. Derkila smirks and grabs your wrist. Guiding your hand to his mouth as he takes a bite.

You can't help but laugh at his behavior. Watching the juice escape his lips and dribble around his neck. How greedy, how gluttonous. Truly the behavior of a demon king.

You bend down and playfully lick a bit of juice off his jaw. You smirk and give him a wink. How prideful how lustfull you were. The perfect partner for him.

Truly, you'd both be the envy of all if your relationship was ever released to the public. You're wrathful nature. His sloth like attitude. Both of you are the embodiments of sin.

He raises his large hand and cups your cheek. Lazily kissing your lips. What a lovely day. The perfect little getaway for the two of you to enjoy.

"Mmm, you taste devine." He growls. You snicker and push him back down. "Do i really?" Your voice a soft purr.

"Yes." It's just one word, but it has the power to make your heart burst. "Derkila." "Yes?" You can see that eager smirk and feel his tail tighten around you slightly.

"I've never known you to hesitate. While being romantic like this is nice, don't stop being the greedy demon I adore." You comb your fingers through his long dark hair.

That smirk turns into a wild grin, and the next thing you know, you're pinned under the large demon. Laughing and gasping for air as he greedily stole more kisses. Ahhh, yes... a perfect day.

[writingforsimps]

Slight Ooc, Tighnari didn’t come home… I love him and know he’s on the standard banner! And really want him T^T but I already spent all my gems!

But basically I couldn’t observe his character through voice-over.

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Tighnari Creator Headcannons

“You want to know about Creator? …Y/N? Haypasia has been absolutely inching to met her… I would also like to ask her some questions.”

Tighnari’s a believer but he won’t shout it from a roof top. He’s calmer, more composed.

If he sees you on the street in a crowd (your always drawing a crowd) he’d simply walk away and hopes to catch you at a better time.

He finally got to speak to you because you were out in the forest. He watched you for a little while: the way the forest seemed to react to you; he found it fascinating. Poisonous plants and mushrooms seemed to avoid your touch when you reached for them!

When you yourself ignored this fact, trying to grab a particularly deadly mushroom Tighnari found even himself jumping to stop you from touching it.

He would be lecturing you for at least an hour- no a day! “Those are deadly to even touch Your Grace! proper removal will have to be done immediately- and who let the Devine creator come out unsupervised!? What would have happened if you did die!” And so on…

If he’s your favorite character… I’d latch onto him asap- because if you don’t he’ll fade to the background! Observing you from afar because he already has so many important duties!

He’s trying not to add creators babysitter to that list-

He likes being close to you- but he has so much to do, it’s not that he doesn’t want to spend every hour of his day with you, but he doesn’t have an hour of his day.

I’d just hang around him, follow Tighnari around and try not to cause trouble. He find some of your words strange ‘come home’? At one point you asked for some ‘Eiussy’..? He hopes it doesn’t mean what he thinks it does.

If he is your favorite he takes pride in it. I imagine him being very happy about the fact- he won’t gloat (too much\Barely at all), maybe just casually bring it up with cyno or someone else.

Ask to pet his ears. He can’t deny you for whatever reason! He also love how you pet them- his tail too. (I love Tighnari </3 I-T^T)

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Small semi unrelated SAGAU Headcannon:

-Hybrids/Oni have a stronger connection to you, friendship Lvl or not.(Of course- If a character is lvl 5 and above they beat the hybrid character out by a long shot. It’s just a small boost)

[sophieswundergarten]

@nobodysdaydreams GET OVER HERE AND ANSWER FOR YOUR CRIMES

The lyrics filled me with such a sense of impending doom asdfjdsfj

Poor Nerissa. She’s trying so hard and she’s doing so much worse than Nathaniel

SQ choosing not to eat all of the food is such a small defiance, but such a great one. It’s a really clever way to show how he feels about the situation

And, of course, the terrible singing and dancing is what convinces SQ. I want to see all of the Benedict siblings dance now

I love that “She borrowed the identity of an old artist friend she hadn’t seen or spoken to in years and used her psychic powers to convince the hiring committee at a major university to let her teach an art history class and make the class a mandatory requirement for all incoming art majors and have it fulfill the school’s general education fine arts requirement (just in case her nephew decided to change majors)” is a single sentence. It just adds to the single-breath, maniacal rambling feel of Nerissa’s inner monologue

Devin /derogatory

Oh, Nerissa. You can’t just tell people everything they do is perfect. That’s not how a relationship grows, or even functions. The lack of self-awareness in her perspective is both gorgeously written and utterly heartbreaking. She probably hasn’t had a single person in her life to learn healthy coping mechanisms or relationships from. I never thought you’d show us someone who was worse than Natheniel, but she’s giving him a run for his money

I still can’t get over how you keep throwing in references to “the magic of ABBA”, it makes me stop and laugh every time. Dangit, Bods, I’m trying to be serious! /lh

““That was acting, dear, it’s not the same as lying,” Nerissa informed him calmly”

NERISSA

SOMEONE HELP THIS WOMAN PLEASE TAKE HER TO THERAPY A COUNSELLOR JUST EVEN A REGULAR OLD PERSON SHE CAN TALK TO AND LEARN MORALS FROM

Oh, I just want to give her the biggest hug, even though she’d probably hate it and zap me with her psychic powers

Nerissa is just as scared as Nathaniel, probably more so because she has a somewhat(?) concrete concept of the Bad Thing she’s scared of in a way he doesn’t

I wish she didn’t have to be so afraid, it makes me so sad…

SHE’S SO SHOCKED. SHE REALLY DOESN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT’S GOING ON AND WHY SQ’S UPSET. GRRRRRRRR I WISH I COULD MAGICALLY BE A PART OF THE STORY AND MEDIATE FOR THEM

Violet mention!!! Violet mention!!!

I appreciate the phrasing of “they catered to (for lack of a better or more appropriate terminology in SQ’s vocabulary and experience) “addicts and crazy people””

Now, I have to admit, I was completely blindsided by the Psychic SQ bit. I don’t know how I missed it, but I about exploded when I reached this part

I’m getting really concerned about this… “facility” and how it operated

These voices are so scary, I can see how she’s overwhelmed and confused. That would petrify me

See, you keep having Nerissa do these crazy things that are hurting other people but then she just feels like a scared child who’s lashing out irrationally because there’s no one there to help her. I’m not saying I’m upset; it’s phenomenal writing. It just makes me sad

And of course, SQ has a completely different context for what’s going on

He’s just feeling completely betrayed by, like, every adult ever

Poor kiddo

“He supposed his inability to stop caring was always going to be his most troublesome quality”

SCREAMING CRYING WAILING

Your carpet tacks are MINE

I have SO MANY questions about why the code was 1-2-3-4. Was she oversimplifying it because she figured everyone else would overthink it? Was she trying to teach SQ how to use his intuition to guess something easy? Did she forget to change the default when she bought it from her evil lockmaker? SO MANY QUESTIONS

I feel like maybe the buzzing was supposed to protect SQ from whatever Nerissa had going on? I’m not sure, but I’m very curious

And he’s scared! Of course he’s scared, but he doesn’t have anyone to help or comfort him. And he’s still just a kid :( 

“No…this had to be some sort of mistake…this…this couldn’t be because of her!”

I am thinking there is something else going on here. I don’t know what, you probably have the proper psychology words for it, Bods, but there’s a distinct reason she’s reacting this way. Maybe denial? Like, grief?

Secret doors! They all have a thing about hidden passageways, don’t they?

WHOO

Time for the next chapter, which I have not read yet!! I’m really excited

Like. You would not BELIEVE how much I have been looking forward to this

How long have they been playing to have completed one hundred and eighty-four games of chess? Is Crawlings just really, really bad at chess?

Oh no. I remember the meme about this. How could you use the white knight lesson with the Ten Men???? GAH! Jail, jail for Bods for one thousand years!!! /j

I actually made the stupidest little laugh sound when I read Sharpe implying that Crawlings has an imaginary girlfriend. That’s such goofy, juvenile humour. What are they doing ajsdgjhsd?

I guess if all their games are that fast I could see how they’ve played that many already

WAIT. WAIT, DID KATE’S MOM USED TO BE AN AGENT TOO?? BODS GET BACK HERE I DEMAND ANSWERS

““To meet a higher caliber of women?” suggested Sharpe, looking up at the screen at Dipika”

Actually, kind of funny. Still want to punch him, though

BITING BITING BITING

I HAVE NO NOTES

I AM OUT OF NOTES

I AM JUST FERAL AND ON THE GROUND

ASGHHHGHSUUASDGUDJKGJKGSDJDSGJJSKDKSDGKJHSDKJ

BODS, you GENIUS. You MASTERMIND, you VILLAIN.

I HAVE SO MUCH MORE I WANT TO KNOW!!!!!

I mean, spectacular job, as always. You are really just so talented at writing, and I love that I get to read your work. Thank you so very much for sharing it. I am now going to go lay down and let the grass consume me. Farewell.

[hell0mega]

the capabilities and powers that angels/demons have really confused me, especially with what we're shown in season 2. i feel like in season one it was always pretty clear what the limitations were for their powers, Crowley can do a bit more than Aziraphale can (and we now know why), but there were plenty of things in season 2 that felt like could've possibly been solved through devine or demonic intervention and it felt contrived that they weren't?

more under the cut cuz i went on a bit

i think a lot of these concerns come from the final fight, which honestly feels way too long. why couldn't Aziraphale miracle away the stairs? why couldn't he teleport away? they can teleport people as we saw with Adam (that was Crowley so maybe it's a stronger power). and with that, why did the angels believe the 25 lazarai miracle was to make the humans fall in love? and not even right away?? why could Crowley not miracle the wine bottles back together? seems like reconstruction is an iffy area but all the glass (and wine) were still there. he could've materialized more bottles as well, even if they'd be "fake." the idea of miracle blocking, let alone demons being able to do it, blocking BOTH kinds of miracles, INCLUDING a high rank like Crowley, seems CRAZY op to me.

why didn't they use miracles against the demons? Crowley can make absolutely giant holes in the ground that suck up grave workers, he can BRING A GUY BACK TO LIFE??, but he has to lie about rules of engagement to buy them time to get the humans away? he can stop time/space/individuals/whatever he's doing, why can't he do that to buy them time? you might think oh they're preventing themselves from drawing attention, but he doesn't work for hell anymore so why would he care, and they already have all the attention on them and are being actively attacked by dozens of demons right in front of a group of humans

aziraphale ended up using his halo which is taboo enough to start a holy war and yet he didn't try to do anything magical before that. they can change paintball guns into real guns AND make sure none of the bullets kill anyone purely by "chance" AND not have anyone involved notice they're no longer shooting paint, they can turn children into lizards and back, but they can't protect a bookshop more than just having vampire rules??

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

I want to make you feel good

Jonathan joestar x f!reader

Virgin Jonathan, premarital sex.

It was a normal day at the joestar manor, you and you childhood friend, Jonathan Joestar were messing around with whatever you could set your bored and fatigued minds on. It wasn’t boring but.. it wasn’t fun either.

Jonathan tapped your shoulder

“I know y/n! Let’s go to the river and have a swim! Would you be interested in that?”

“Oh goodness Jojo.. I would but I don’t have my swimwear with me, I didn’t really plan for this..”

“That is quite alright, y/n. We can go get yours. It wouldn’t be any hassle, really!”

You focused on his soft, sculpted face. Zoned out only to be ripped out of your daydream by his strong hand reaching for your smaller wrist.

“Oh jojo! Where are we going?”

“To get your bathing suit of course!” He looked back and smiled.

The two of you reached a store.

“Jojo.. I don’t have money for this. What are we doing here?”

“Oh shush y/n. Go in and pick out a new bathing suit! Any one you want!” He held the door open for you as you walked in thanking him.

Immediately a red and navy blue one piece caught your eye, you went over to feel the fabric. Massaging it between your fingers. You were in love.

Jonathan walked up behind you.

“Why don’t you go try it on?” He says as he had one hand on your shoulder

You nodded and head to the dressing room.

Slipping off your lightly colored dress, you slipped the bathing suit on.

It accentuated your body in the right way.

Your chest looked simply Devine, and well for your bottom.. it looked too good to be true.

You waled out

“How is it?” You twirled around

Jonathan sat there in awe at your figure. Something awoke in him as he watched you feel yourself up and down. His cock began to harden, he moved his legs to cover what his hands couldn’t. “It’s beautiful! Do you want it?”

You nodded your head ecstatically.

“Then let’s go check out!”

He hoped by the time you put your dress back in his erection would go down. And for his luck it did! He thanked the gods as he stood up and walked over to the cashier, paying for your bathing suit and then leaving.

You soon arrived back at his home, he instructed you to go change and then you’d both go swimming.

“If you’d like I can change in the bathroom.. you can use my bedroom.”

“Oh Jojo stop it. This is your bedroom. Plus it’s not like you’ve never seen a ladies body before, just turn your back and it’ll be fine.” You said as you began to unbutton the back of your dress. Jonathan took his shirt off then he heard you struggling

“Ugh.. Jojo.. would you help me unbutton these last 3. I can’t seem to reach them.” You demonstrated as you looked back at him

“Oh- of course Y/n.” The thoughts from earlier racing through his head all over again

His erection began to grow and his breath began to fasten, the hot air hitting the back of your neck making you shiver.

“Jojo?”

“Y-yes Y/n..?”

“It’s- poking me..” you looked down at the floor beneath you

“Oh! I’m so sorry! I never experienced this before! I’m so sorry Y/n, I understand if you want to leav-“

You shushed his as you got onto your knees, unzipping his pants

“It’s ok Jojo.. just relax ok? I’ll help you with this and then you and I can focus.”

He nodded “what are you going to do?”

“Make you feel good.” You began pumping his aching cock, taking the tip into your mouth. Your plump lips wrapped around his cock.

“Y-y/n..” his thrust began to pick up “I feel- ugh- y/n.. I’m gonna-“

You pulled away. He whined at the loss of your warmth

“Jojo..” you let your dress and panties fall to the ground “I want to have sex with you. Have you ever done that with someone?”

He shook his head “no.. I haven’t.” His cock twitching “isn’t that wrong.. it’s supposed to be between a man and his wife on their wedding night” he blushed as you began to crawl on his lap. Your soaked Pussy hovering his unclothed cock

“Yea I suppose.. but we’ll get married, won’t we Jojo?” You misses his neck and moved his hand to your breast.

His cock was aching for release

“Are you ready?” You asked as you grabbed his cock and lined it up with your entrance

He nodded

You began to take his cock into your soaked pussy. Both of you moaning out as you did so.

“Oh god.. I didn’t know you were gonna be this big.. Jojo.. fuck~” you waited to adjust to his size. Soon you began lowering yourself more onto him, sinking down completely.

You took his hand and out it on your stomach.

“That’s you jojo.”

This awaken something in him. He grabbed your hips and changed position, cock still in you.

He moved your legs onto his shoulders, keeping one hand on the buldge

He looked at you for consent

You nodded

He began pumping in and out of you

Both of your moans flowed freely.

“Fuck y/n.. you feel so good- mm- so- tight!”

“Fuck Jojo!” You smiled and bit your lip. “I love it! I love your cock, baby!”

His thrust became uneven and erratic

“Fill me jojo! Give me your baby!”

“I will, I will y/n! I love you. Oh my god!!” He moaned out as he came into your womb, painting your walls white.

A knock fell on the door

“Jonathan, father wanted me to get.. you.”

You both gasped, cock still inside of you he hopped up and threw a blanket over the two of you

Dio began to cackle “oh dear.. seems jojo was invested in something else. Looks like you both are wrapped around my finger now.” He laughed as he left the room. Leaving the door wide open

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