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‼️ nsfw, mdni please
self-indulgent baku being down bad for reader ^q^
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Bakugo closes his eyes to bask in the feeling. The feeling of shame? Or the feeling of his hand stroking is cock harder than he did the last time again? He's not really sure.
The thought flies away when he cums, his mind blanks at nothing but your face. His seeds splattering onto his pants and on his naked stomach. He falls down on his back, sweaty and panting. A hand goes over his eyes as he calms his breathing down.
"Fuckin' ridiculous." He huffs to himself, shaking his head as if disappointed in himself or to clear his head. He pushes his bangs out of his sweaty forehead as he gets up from his bed to go shower.
Its already almost a year since you've invaded his thoughts. and It's been about— actually he doesnt know since when he's started jerking off to the thought of you.
The first time he had ever looked at you this way was when that stupid dunce face and fuckass perverted grape tricked you and the girls into wearing that shitty cheering uniform. He thinks he probably wouldnt give a shit about those uniforms, had you not bumped straight into his chest that day along the halls, feeling left behind as all the girls had already gone out wearing those outfits.
You had looked stressed then, he remembers. He surmises its because you were wearing something different, and had none of your classmates with you.
"H-Hey, watch where you're fucking going!" He stammers a little, but makes sure to sound normal.
"A-Ah, sorry." is all you had said to him before hurriedly running out to the field to where the rest of the girls were.
He didnt know it then, but that was when he started noticing you.
It had only been stealing glances at you since then, until you had been partnered with him during no-quirk sparring.
Aizawa had you paired together that day. He huffed before getting into his fighting stance, and you did the same. You were in a ponytail, and seeing your hair up was already doing things to him, but he had to focus.
He’d lunged in first, and at the first half of your spar, he seemed to have the upper hand. Then, you started to finally hit back and dodge his advances. He noticed immediately that you were studying how he fights. And he sports a somewhat crazed smile at the realization.
Infuriated and probably turned on, he fought harder, and so did you. But alas, he still ended up winning. He had you immobilized on your stomach on the ground. His hand pinning your arms a bit painfully on your back while he straddles the back of your thighs. Your is face squished against the mat floor of the gym. You grit your teeth in pain caused by Bakugo restraining you, but its also mostly in annoyance.
"You lost, shitty nerd—" he manages to say before hearing the whistle. His hold relaxes a bit, but you struggle and kick his rear, he stumbles forward a bit. He puts his hand in front of him beside your head to break his fall, but his crotch ends up grazing against your ass.
He freezes for a millisecond then shoots up instantly and left. He lets out an audible 'tch' before immediately walking away trying to look casual, despite his reddening ears.
He sighs as he closes the shower, then steps out to dry himself and get changed.
It was around after dinner time, and he's just about ready to go to bed. He heads down to the dorm kitchen to get himself water for his room. Surpisingly, no one else was down there in the common rooms.
Or so he thought, as he almost jumps when he sees an ass sticking out in front of him on the floor. It seemed like you were trying to reach for something from under the sofa.
"The fuck are you doing?" He asks, voice gruff. He kinda hopes he doesnt sound weird. You pull back to look at him, hair tussled.
" 'Was trying to get my phone." is all you say, your lips pouting a bit.
Bakugo's eye twitches. And his cock. Your eyes flicker down for a second.
"Fuckin' move over," He says before bending down to get your phone for you.
“Ah, but you don’t have t—“ but you r protests were futile already as Bakugo lifts the couch, making sure to show off his strength and biceps (thank god he wore a sleeveless shirt tonight) your way in feigned nonchalance, and grabs your phone with the other. This doesn’t go unnoticed by you, of course.
He was about to hand you your phone, but stops in his tracks when he looks down and sees what was on your phone screen.
It's a picture of him shirtless. A bit dirty and sweaty, probably during one of his hero work.
You move immediately to snatch your phone but Bakugo's reflexes are too quick. He raises an eyebrow at you. "You took this?" he asks, smirking.
"Izuku did." you shake your head, correcting him. You cross your arms and tilt your chin downwards to glare up at him. His eyebrows only shoot up higher at the information.
"This what made you drop your phone and got your ass out trying to get it back?" He asks, the smirk on his lips growing into a grin.
You glare at him, cheeks burning. You jerk your chin towards him. "You cant say shit about me when you've got a hard on. 'That because of my ass?" You ask, eyes glaring at him but he can see mischief and lust in them.
A groan rumbles deep in his chest before stepping close to you. "So what if it is?" he growls mostly out of struggling to keep his cool. He sees you slowly smile up at him at his answer, and you’ve never looked even more gorgeous. His heart thunders aggressively against his ribcage.
"I'll meet you at your room to help you with that." is all you say then turn to head to the elevator, not before snatching your phone in his hand.
He lets out a breath he didnt know he was holding. Snapping out of his stupor, he moves quickly to get his water bottle filled before sprinting to his room like a horny lovesick fool. God, you really will be the end of him.
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proofread it a bit, but probably still scuffed. i didnt bother at first because i thought i didnt like this piece enough. i see yall want a part 2… lmao i shall try. pray that my ovulation takes over me 🙏
#bakugou x reader#haha heehee hoho#guess who's ovulating#bakugo x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugou x y/n#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo katsuki#bakugo x y/n#bakugo x you#ough#im ovulating okay#fanfic#reader insert#mha x reader#kinda proof read#edited
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when you knock on gojo's apartment door with a tear stained face and wobbly lips, he doesn't waste time.
and by that i mean he doesn't ask questions. he doesn't check the hall to see if anyone's around. he doesn't acknowledge the lateness of the hour.
no, he barely even processes the state you're in before he's pulling you against his chest.
and he holds onto your frame so tightly, as if you're his lifeline. though in this particular moment, it's undoubtedly the other way around.
the air surrounding the two of you remains quiet until he hears you stutter out his name.
"what happened?" he asks gently.
"i-i'm just overwhelmed," you mumble against the fabric of his shirt. "i don't understand why things always have to be so difficult."
even though you aren't entirely positive you're making sense, he hums in way that makes you feel understood.
"do you wanna talk about it?"
you shake your head no. the thought of having to discuss your problems evokes an uncomfortable feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach.
you just want to be held, and gojo is happy to oblige. "alright."
he doesn't say anymore, nor he does he move an inch, save for the small circles his thumb is drawing against your shoulder blade.
he stands there with you until you decide to pull away from him and really, he doesn't mind one bit. he's positive that there isn't a single thing in the world more deserving of his time.
#m!writes#self indulgent bc my day was kinda sucky#this was very rushed and not proof read forgive me#shrug shrug shrug#he talks a lot but ik he'd shut up when we need him to#gojo x reader#gojo fluff#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk x reader#jjk fluff
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Hi, I love your things to much💕💕
So I was thinking maybe Lucius has also an niece, the daughter of commodus
No one knows of your existence, you are a concubine for the emperors. They have more but your their favorite. Then one day Lucius wanted to help you escape, you did not and told the emperors of it. Normally they are never soft doms, but this time they are and you are praised for what a good girl you are to them
Soo, soft stuff for you guys!! Or I tried at least, lolol, im still very sick, so this did wonders to me. <3 The reader in this one is kinda pathetic tho, not sorry.
“Love you, my Emperor… Love you so much…” – Both Emperors hear you say in your meek voice, like a song to their ears, you can feel Geta's warm hand on your cheek, caressing the soft skin of your face, which subconsciously seeks more of his affection, rubbing itself against his palm like an abandoned kitten would, your tongue obediently sticking out of your mouth, which he wastes no time in placing his thumb on top of, letting you explore it with your lips passionately. You close your eyes, feeling the pleasurable sensation of fingers running through your hair, combing your strands, untangling them, massaging your scalp. You try to sharpen your senses, focusing on their sweet aroma, Caracalla's hand massaging your head, urging you to lean even more towards Geta's hand, making you lose yourself more in their caresses, it's delicate. It's special, you feel special in this moment. You were good today, very good indeed.
“Nooo…” – You meow in disappointment when you feel Geta's hand start to move away from your face, instantly following it with your head so as not to lose its warmth, surprisingly Geta allows you to do so, on normal days, he would have brushed you away and slapped you across the face for your incessant neediness. You smile at today's change in attitude, just as you feel like purring when Caracalla starts spreading kisses in your uncovered cheek. You feel so loved by both of them, you wish that every day would be like this from now on, even if as an unattainable dream, you know why they are acting like this, you're not getting all of this good treatment on a silver platter, you earned it, deserved it, even though you had to sacrifice some things for others, you are content with your choice.
This feels good, you did good, you think to yourself, you don't feel guilty. You swallow hard, an audible gulp, you try to push that look of hurt and betrayal to the back of your mind. His look of hurt and betrayal. He seems like a ghost in your life now, you can feel the weight of guilt on your back, making you have to shake your head from side to side to shake off the negative feelings. It was worth it, it was worth it, it was worth it, it was worth it… You repeat in your head, until everything becomes clear again, until you can again feel the comforting caresses on your body, welcoming you. Finally, you are welcomed.
“We plan to make love to you today, my dear” – Geta says, taking your mind off other matters and focusing on both Emperors again, you open your eyes to admire him, he has what you would say is the closest to a sweet smile on his features than you will ever see from him. You can feel your heart skip a beat, turning to jelly in Caracalla's arms, who now holds you a little more firmly against his body, almost placing you on his lap.
“Make love?” – You question curiously, your voice dreamy with false expectations, never in the many years you have served them have you ever heard of this lovemaking thing.
“Don't you love us?” – You hear Caracalla questioning in your ear, pretending to be hurt by your question, his head rubbing against your neck, his hair tickling your face, like a puppy.
“I do…!” – You respond instantly, surprised that they would even ask you that, oblivious to the manipulative tone behind it. You did everything you did out of love for them, and out of love for the attention and affection they can provide you, in times like these, they are the only ones who could provide the minimum of security for you and your well-being, they make sure you know that, the certainty that nothing would happen to you as long as you are in their favor.
Silence falls, you can feel the words you want to say on the tip of your tongue, but uncertainty makes you hold them back for minutes longer.
“Do you love me…?” – You ask both Geta and Caracalla, you can't contain the anticipation in your voice, even if it's weak and hesitant. You are met with laughter from the twins, they laugh at your question, they think you're such a box of surprises, you really were born to be an entertainer just for them!
“You are so cute” – Caracalla says, it sounds mocking, just like their laugh, and it wasn't the answer you were hoping to receive, but even so, it makes your heart warm inside your chest. They think you're cute. They think something of you, you are something. Your happy little smile earns you a pat on the head from Geta.
“Cute indeed…” – Geta responds in agreement, both twins exchange glances, Geta licks his lips before smiling at you – "Why don't you get more comfortable for us, dear?” – He gestures to the bed, encouraging you sneak further back.
Caracalla helps you with that, taking the initiative to crawl to the headboard of the bed himself, resting his back against it, his pale legs spread wide to create the perfect space for you. He calls you over, patting his thigh twice, and you are drawn to him like a moth to light. You shyly walk over to him, turning to lay your back against his chest, with the two of you sitting in this position, he wraps his arms around your body, hugging you close, the easy access allowing him to bury his nose in your neck, laying his forehead on your shoulder. – "Help me get these off” – He says in a controlled tone, trying to be loving, you appreciate that, normally he would have impatiently instructed you, as if you were the fool for not knowing what he wanted before he even asked, or he would have pushed you and taken them off himself. You lift your hips off the bed a little, making it easier for him to remove your panties, doing so delicately with the tips of his fingers on the elastic, letting you feel the fabric slide over your skin until it is completely removed, earning you a little kiss of thanks on your exposed shoulder.
You miss the way the twins look at each other or how Caracalla hands your panties to Geta, who puts them in a place on the bed that he can remember later on. But one thing you don't miss is how Geta now also approaches your body, trapping you, his hands resting on the headboard that Caracalla leans on, trapping both your head and his between his arms. On Caracalla's lap, you open your legs, inviting Geta to settle between them, something that he gladly accepts.
“Let's get you all prepped and ready, dear” – Geta says as he admires your face, his hands going down to the bottom of your robe, lifting it to give him a better view of your body and intimacy, meanwhile, Caracalla does the same, letting your robe slide down over your shoulders, leaving kisses on the new free skin, your bust now exposed to the cold air of the room, your robe becoming a mess that only covers your torso and nothing more. You watch the way Geta takes his two fingers, the index and the middle one, between his lips, sucking them with intent, his eyes never straying from yours, Caracalla's own fingers already at work, moving down your body until they reach your lower lips, opening you for his brother, the cold air hitting your pussy.
Geta and Caracalla prepare you carefully, both watching attentively as your entrance slowly gets used to the intrusion of Geta's fingers, Caracalla stimulating your clitoris with his, every now and then you watch as he spits on his own hand before stimulating you again, they love the way you are always so tight, you crush their cock in the most perfect way possible. – "Must take good care of this cunt, it's my favorite one" – Caracalla growls, licking a drop of sweat that previously ran down your face, you giggle happily in the midst of pleasure, yours is the favorite, no other.
“She liked what she heard, she almost cut off the blood circulation in my fingers” – Geta jokes, referencing to the way you clenched and squeezed his fingers when you heard the compliments, you love it when they compliment you, you wish they would do it more often. – "How would you like to be taken today, dear?” – He questions, letting you make some of the choices, tonight will be about you and what you want, that's what they agreed between themselves.
“Want to be hugged…” – Embarrassed, you confess, you didn't expect such a needy response from yourself, however, this is a unique chance, unfortunately, you recognize that, you can't let the shyness of being so emotionally dependent on them take over. You need their embrace like you need air, you hate to be truthful to yourself.
“Awfully romantic, huh” – Caracalla chuckles, Geta arches his eyebrows in agreement, neither daring to question or stand against your decision. Geta helps you sit more precisely on his brother's lap, Caracalla's cock now rubbing at your entrance, you hold him by the base of his penis, slowly introducing him inside you, earning a moan from both of you when he reaches the end, you can feel it almost hitting your cervix, reaching all the perfect places in your pussy. You rest your head on Geta's chest, getting used to the feeling of his brother inside of you, as does Caracalla, who tries to control himself by resting his head on your back, it is a difficult task for both of them, being so patient with your body, normally they wouldn't prepare you or at least wait for you to get used to the feeling of intrusion.
A few minutes pass, your breathing gradually regulates, your pussy starts to want more instead of trying to repudiate what's in it, you look at Geta, and that's all he needs for confirmation, getting closer to you, you do the same to him that you did to his twin, holding him at his base, your delicate fingers feeling his pubic hair rise in goosebumps with the touch, and you bring him to your entrance, he lets you do everything in your own time, watching as you slowly insert him too in your pussy. It's a tight fit, you feel like you're being torn in half, and as tears stream down your face, a groan is heard from Geta and Caracalla, oh, how they love the feeling of being milked alive by you and your fucking perfect cunt, you can feel Caracalla's nails digging into your arm unconsciously, something he tries to alleviate by distributing kisses on your back. They hurt you so lovingly that you can almost pretend it never hurt.
As agreed, they embrace you, Geta wraps his arms around your waist, while Caracalla's make your hips their home, both pressing you against their own bodies, making you become inseparable from each other. You let one of your arms fall over Geta's shoulder, resting there, while the other wraps itself around Caracalla's head, playing with the strands of hair on the back of his neck, pulling him into a fervent kiss, his tongue tasting your mouth as if there was nothing more delicious, his moans being straight sinful on your lips. You rub your lower body against Geta's, seeking to stimulate your clit against his pubic mound, his hair there becoming sticky with your fluids, he mercifully helps you, letting a globule of saliva come out of his lips into the middle of your bodies, lubricating your movements more, earning him an animalistic moan from you and the separation of your kiss with Caracalla, starting one with Geta as naked and raw as the past, the carnal desire speaking for itself. Your minimal movements still do a lot to stimulate the cocks inside you, earning a unanimous moan with every rub you make or every adjustment, soon, you find yourself seeking more of that exciting feeling with the taste of heaven, moving your waist so that you start to ride them gradually.
It's almost too much, the way they let you make your own rhythm, your own dance, just helping you stand on shaky knees ready to give up, but you can't, you can't stop, you need that release that's so far away but so close that you can take it in your hands. You can barely see them anymore, your eyes close, you let yourself drown in the sound of skin slapping against skin, the sticky feeling of sweat, the profanities and compliments, the kisses, caresses and wounds, if you try hard, you can almost focus on the various I love yous that come out of Caracalla's mouth, who barely realizes who he really is when the pleasure is too much, and they would accuse you of being the romantic one, you laugh in your head.
You hear Geta's moan of pleasure mixed with pain as the hand on his shoulder begin to scratch and tear at it, drops of blood running down his bare, pale back. But he barely protests, being a good girl really does have its perks, huh. If being a good girl is always going to result in you having the affection of your Emperors and a free pass to do things without being punished, maybe you should rat people out more often, you let your mind wander as you reach your climax, writhing between their bodies, both of them letting their cocks impale you inside to your heart's content, you would have them forever in you if you could, their cocks are just made for you, a gift from God just for you.
“I love your smell.”
“I love your eyes.”
“I love your body.”
“I love your voice.”
"I love your breasts.”
“I love your curves.”
“I love this fucking pussy.”
You hear them say, one after the other cumming inside you, painting your walls white, and your body red with each touch. You feel disgusting. You feel loved.
“Do you love me?” – You ask again, between gasps, just like them, you feel your vision start to darken, you feel so safe that you could fall asleep right now, a groan of discontent as they disconnect from inside you. Everything is almost like a pitch black, you feel them cleaning you, you being gently laid on the bed, something clothing fabric like cleaning your pussy and everything that runs out of it.
They open your lips, shoving the fabric into your mouth. Oh, it must be your panties, you assume even with your clouded mind. It tastes like your fluids mixed with their divine cum. You suck on it like a pacifier, bodies intertwining with yours on the bed.
“Yes.”
“Very much so.”
#i did not proof read this sorry guys#kinda short#but im not planning on doing long stuff#emperor geta x reader#emperor caracalla x reader
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i love fics where sukuna takes over yuji's body during sex and he makes a snide comment about how his cock size but i'm... i'm thinking of sukuna who sees yuji's thick cock, his swollen tip leaking precum, and sure, it's not as big as sukuna's but it's impressive. compared to the size of a regular human? yuji is massive and sukuna can't help but touch and see how good he can make both of them himself feel.
taking over control when yuji is starting to drift off to sleep, his guard lowering just enough to let sukuna slip through the cracks. yuji wants to protest, wants to yell at the curse and fight back, but sukuna just starts palming himself and the words die on yuji's tongue. curiosity overtakes both of them — a silent agreement settling between them.
it's an odd feeling. it's yuji's hand and his cock but at the same time, it's not. and it's sukuna moving and touching but it feels different than when he stroked himself before — in his own body. yuji's hands aren't calloused and rough the same way sukuna's are, his touch softer, his palms smoother as he moves up and down his shaft. more precum dribbles out than sukuna's but it makes the slide so much easier, makes his cock wet without needing as much spit.
they're both quiet, uncharacteristically so. sukuna's breathing becomes more labored and yuji has to fight to keep any sounds inside him. the last thing either of them want is to give ammunition to the other, something to hold over their head about how much they enjoyed this.
his hips thrust up into his hand, eagerly chasing the friction his fist provides, a desperation evident that sukuna isn't used to. yuji's body is so much more sensitive than his own, but it feels nice. his body is on fire in a way he never imagined it could be, the blaze spreading to his stomach until it consumes the last of his resolve. his cum is thick as it shoots out, splattering onto his abs and covering his hand.
no words are exchanged, just a simple retreat back into the depths of yuji's mind, and yuji is left with his chest heaving and a mess to clean up.
#UM not proof read ... kinda didn't mean to write this but it just kept going!!#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#yuji itadori#ryomen sukuna#sukuita#perce.doc#.jjkai
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Mingyu’s large frame covering you as he pounds into you 🥴🥴 Do whatever you want with that 👀
content: smut, size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), bulge kink(? soft dom!mingyu, fem reader x mingyu, lowercase intended, anything else lmk! MDNI
so we all know how mingyu has the biggest size kink right? it’s impossible for a guy as big as him to not have it in my opinion. and specifically, with the size of his hands and how they cover your whole tummy.
having you writhing beneath him looking tiny compared to him would drive his thoughts absolutely wild, and seeing the way his cock’s outline in your lower abdomen would drive him to the edge instantly.
“you look so pretty like this, taking my cock like a good girl” you could only moan in response. thrusting in harder just to see your face squinting in pleasure, trailing and pressing his hands over the outline of his cock below your bellybutton. he could cum at the sight. “so pretty all fucked out, i can see myself inside you” another harsh thrust.
“ah- fuck gyu” you grabbed onto the bedsheets pulling them hard to get over the feeling.
his hands would trail all over your body, feeling every inch, playing with your tits, squeezing them, taking one of your hard nipples into his mouth, and then the other, while pounding into you. you lock your arms behind his head and pull onto his hair as you feel yourself approaching your orgasm. your whimpers and loud moans letting him know.
he pulled your legs roughly against him, gripping your thighs with his fingers, his thrusts becoming harder while slowing the pace. grabbing onto your waist now he moved you over his length, making the back of your thighs slap harshly against his.
“m- gonna” you start gasping for air, squinting your eyes shut.
“look at me, look at me when you cum baby” he demands and tugs your chin, making you look at him. your pussy clenches around him one last time and you let go.
“mingyu!” you scream his name as he rides out your high, reaching his, he comes a bit after you, still pounding into you, his cum dripping out of your aching pussy, the overstimulation watering your eyes.
#yeah i’m down bad for him too#thank you sm for requesting!! sorry for the wait x#i kinda hate this smh#not proof read! will correct mistakes later#seventeen#wonuwonder#seventeen imagines#seventeen x reader#seventeen smut#mingyu drabbles#mingyu smut#smut mingyu#mingyu hot hours#mingyu hard thoughts#svt smut#svt fluff#mingyu x reader#kim mingyu#mingyu oneshot#mingyu au#mingyu drabble
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@rosekillermicrofic | day 25 | prompt: attack | word count: 815 |
“What. The. Fuck.” Regulus stepped into the dorm, and Evan knew at that moment there was no way to escape.
“It’s really not that deep…“ Barty laughed nervously from behind him, the little baby in his hands squirmed in protest of Barty’s protective hold. “We can explain-“
“Barty!” Regulus yelled, “There is a child in your arms!”
“It just happened!” Barty attempted to explain; it was a shit explanation, Evan thought, but he wasn’t technically wrong. It had just happened.
Regulus closed the door behind him; he began to move closer to the pair as he dropped his bag to the floor, “How in Salazars name does something of this nature… ‘just happen?’” He questioned, his hand stretched out to touch the baby. Evan unconsciously took a protective step frontward, just as Barty held her out of Regulus’s reach.
Evan cleared his throat, “We… heard about a ritual that would — allegedly — be able to produce offsprings for wizards and witches who are infertile.” His voice sounded strange even to his own ears at his declaration; He frowned, not being sure what to say, “I suppose we wanted to just… try it out.”
“Try it out?!” Regulus threw his hands up in disbelief. He looked up at the ceiling, running one hand through his black curls, “You two heard of a ritual that could create children- and you… what? Wanted to see if it worked?”
Barty huffed, “We didn’t know it would work! What? Do you think we wanted to be stuck with a child at 16!?” Evan could tell the baby disliked his words by the tone of her whine; apparently, Barty could too. He held her closer, and pecked her forehead softly as he mumbled half-hearted apologies.
Regulus sighed, he rubbed his eyes as his other hand rested on his hip. “Is she healthy?” He asked, taking another step closer; Evan allowed him to move past him.
Barty nodded, he hesitantly moved her away. Regulus watched as he did so, his eyes rolled in annoyance, “Could you please let me look at her? It’s not like I’ll attack her.”
“Can’t you see with your eyes?” Barty grumbled, he maintained eye contact with the other boy. Regulus was about a whole feet smaller, but his ability to intimidate remained strong.
Evan sighed, “Barty.” He said, his tone demanding.
Barty obliged, clearly still hesitant; Regulus inspected the small child thoroughly, occasionally grabbing her hands or feet — sometimes opening her mouth and using lumos to peek inside. She began to become restless, as Regulus did his check up, she squirmed and cried in agony.
“Alright, alright that’s enough, she isn’t liking it!” Barty intervened. Evan chuckled as he turned and shushed her — he mumbled something about Regulus being a stupid prick and she laughed.
Regulus crossed his arms over his chest. Evan came to stand beside him, “How long have you had her?” Regulus asked.
“She showed up this morning. She literally just- appeared, Regulus. It was scary, one moment we were sleeping and the other she was crying and-“ Evan sighed, his shoulders slumped, “it was a bloody nightmare.”
Regulus laughed at him as he shook his head. “Sounds a lot like a teen pregnancy,” he snorted, “or… a teen pregnancy… ritual? How does that even work?”
“It wasn’t easy,” Evan started, “It was kind of like a blood ritual, but we needed baby things and we had to say affirmations and remember nice childhood memories? It was really strange. We honestly didn’t believe it would work.”
“Why?”
“The ritual is famous for being too difficult for the average wizard, and we’re still in school. I don’t know, it seemed like a fun idea.”
“Of course it did,” Regulus mocked, “Tell me, what are your plans now that you have a child? Does she even have a name?”
Evan thought it over, his hand running through his locks, “I have no idea,” he confessed, “as for the name… we haven’t thought about it yet. I’m sure Barty would want something generic and mild like Sarah or something.”
Barty suddenly turned, looking between the two boys and back to the little baby in his arms. “I reckon Rosie’s hungry.”
Regulus let out a bark of laughter, but Evan’s face fell in disbelief, “Rosie?” He inquired, “That’s the name you chose?”
Barty’s cheeks went red, “Yeah? Rosie? Rosie Rosier? It’s cute.”
“Rosier?”
“I’m not letting her take Crouch! That would be a hate crime.”
Rosie let out a loud laugh, she wiggled in Barty’s arms excitedly — her big green eyes were wide and her nose wrinkled. Barty gave her a crooked smile, kissing her hair at the top of her head.
“So we’re keeping her, right?” He questioned, rocking Rosie back and forth.
Evan glances back at Regulus, who continued to watch the whole scene with a shit eating grin.
Evan sighed once again, “Yes. We’re keeping Rosie.”
#not proof read#this is just something silly LOL#the marauders#dead gay wizards#barty crouch jr#evan rosier#this was kinda funny to write#it’s also the type of shit they’d do
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hands
small freelancer/gavin fic. extremely self indulgent
// tags / info: freelancer is nonverbal here , not a lot of speech , gavin speech very short
inspired by @vegafan69 ‘s one hand kissing post with them
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Hands.
It was an odd body part, honestly. Easily recognisable, used in every aspect. But it wasn’t anything special.
To Freelancer, at least.
Their hands weren’t anything special. Sure, they used them often, they could do magic or.. whatever with them. But it wasn’t special to them. Wasn’t appealing. Just a body part that they tended to hate more than others.
Scanning their own hands, seeing all the scars; dulled cuts and skin that never really fully healed around their nails. They closed their hand into a fist, opening it before closing it again. Their brows furrowed slightly.
They weren’t the comparing type by any means, but they couldn’t help but visualise their hand against their friends. Lasko’s hands are smooth, soft. Huxley’s are a little rough, but nice nonetheless. Damien’s was a little frayed around the edges, calloused, but they liked it. Gavin’s were perfect. But theirs? They hated it.
Maybe it was the scars violently reminding them about what they’ve been through. Maybe it’s the memories that they hold. Maybe they didn’t like it just because it was apart of themselves. All options considered, they slowly put their hands on their knees. Eyes flicking to one hand to the other and back again. Their lips pressed into a frown.
“Freelancer?”
They didn’t bother to look behind them. They knew that voice. That comforting voice, always at their side whenever they needed it. For some reason, he always knew when to come. It was sweet until they wanted alone time. They felt Gavin’s weight on the bed as he sat next to them, and he stayed quiet for a while, as if awaiting something from them. A sentence, confirming if they were okay or not. When they didn’t speak, he frowned.
“You okay?” He tilted his head, and they, in turn, shook theirs, a clear no. He sighed. He hated seeing them upset. Some part of him hurt when they did. His hand hovered above Freelancer’s shoulder, awaiting permission to touch them. They leaned into his hand. He wrapped an arm around them and brought them closer.
He pressed his lips against their forehead, eliciting a small “Mn..” sound from them. Their head moved to rest on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Gavin softly asked, earning Freelancer to finally look at him. They looked exhausted, dark rimming under their eyes. Gavin’s heart ached. They looked at him with a certain softness they really only showed him. They glanced down and lifted their hand.
Gavin tilted his head as his other hand that wasn’t holding Freelancer moved to hold their hand. He ran his thumb across their knuckles and they shuffled closer to him. “Don’t like them, do you?” Gavin asked hesitantly, and they nodded, looking embarrassed; glancing up at him before looking away. His brows furrowed slightly before gently lifting their hand up to his face.
He pressed a kiss into their hand. Freelancer quickly looked back with softly flushed cheeks. Their hand felt warm. Gavin’s eyes lifted to look at their beautiful face, looking at them with such admiration through his eyelids. Freelancer’s lips pressed together as they increasingly became flustered. But.. feeling better, as well.
Gavin pressed another kiss to their hand, on a knuckle. Another kiss on each finger. Another kiss in the middle of their hand, his hand idly rubbing theirs in small circles. “I love your hands.” Gavin mumbled against Freelancer’s skin. “I love every part of you.” He added, pressing his lips against their skin once more. They couldn’t take their eyes off of him.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Each kiss was punctuated with another word.
“Gorgeous” , “Pretty” , “Stunning” , “Heavenly”.
“There’s no part of you that I don’t constantly desire, my Deviant.” He hummed against their hand, pulling away as he moved to kiss their cheek. They leaned into him, hands holding his.
“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. But until then, I’m gonna be here reminding you,” A kiss. “that you’re the most perfect person I’ve laid my eyes on.”
“I love you, Freelancer.” Freelancer stared at him with soft eyes. “You don’t need to talk. I know you love me too, my dear.”
They smiled as they pressed a kiss against his lips.
Looking down, seeing their hand intertwined with his; in that moment, they didn’t feel so bad about it anymore.
#my writinh kinda bad i haven’t done fics in ages#but i couldn’t rest before writing this lol#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted fic#redacted gavin#gavin redacted#redacted gavin fic#redacted freelancer#redacted headcanons#redacted fanfic#freelancer redacted#mentions of#redacted damn crew#how to tag stuff like this waah#// nickola writes#thx to my friend for proof reading luv you
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A Curious Mind
summary: Hunter has always treated you slightly different and Omega is determined to find out why
word count: 2.1k
!reader goes by she/her pronouns!
The bright suns of Plurax make you wince, your arm instinctively coming up to shield your eyes. Shuffling out of the Marauder, you’re about to follow Echo down the steps when a hand suddenly appears in front of you.
“Oh!” you abruptly stop, almost colliding with it. Looking over to identify the owner of the hand, Hunter comes into view, an amused smile playing at his lips.
Already on the ground below, he stretches his gloved hand up to you, offering some support as you exit. You give him a grateful smile “Thanks Sarge”.
Slipping your hand into his, Hunter gives you a small, reassuring squeeze and you continue your descent down.
You’re not sure why you were so surprised by the action, after all, this isn’t a rare occurrence. In fact, it’s the opposite. Whether you have to jump a few feet from a ship or simply walk down a landing platform, Hunter always offers you his hand.
Every. Single. Time.
Once your feet reach the ground, he nods his head and reluctantly lets his hand fall from yours. His grip on his helmet, placed neatly underneath his other arm tightens for a moment as he wonders if he should have said more to you.
Oblivious to Hunter’s internal worries, you walk over to the rest of the batch and listen to Tech’s recap of the plan.
Turning back to the ship, Hunter taps the command panel and watches as the Marauder begins to close. Sensing eyes on him, he glances over his shoulder to the rest of the batch, only to realise none of them are paying much attention to him.
Casting his gaze downwards, his eyes meet Omega’s, who peers up at him curiously.
“Why do you always do that?” she asks.
“So we won’t get raided,” he shrugs as if the answer is obvious “or worse, if someone sees a ship like this unlocked, they’ll steal it and get a few thousands credits for it, especially with the amount of upgrades it has”.
“What? No, not that” Omega rolls her eyes, returning Hunter’s ‘that should be obvious’ tone.
When Omega says your name, Hunter’s eyes go wide, his posture becoming stiff as she elaborates “You always help her off the ship… why?”. His eyes flick over to you as Omega talks, hoping you didn’t hear her say your name.
Thankfully you’re too busy listening to Tech, who’s explaining your part of the mission to you.
“Just to be nice, I guess” he mumbles his response, trying to keep his voice low.
“But you don’t do it for Wrecker or Tech or Echo… hey, you don’t do that for me either!” she exclaims, a tinge of annoyance in her voice.
Hunter shakes his head, his mind turning to mush as he tries to think of an easy explanation “Well, that’s because you don’t need help getting off the ship”.
It’s like he can see the cogs turning in Omega’s head, already cringing at his answer as she questions “... but she needs help? She can’t get off the ship if you don’t hold her hand?”.
Oh Kriff.
“Well, no, that’s not what I meant-” he starts but Omega quickly talks over him. “Is she not good with balance? Is it like how Wrecker doesn’t like heights?”.
Before Hunter can form a response, Wrecker loudly interrupts them, the mere mention of his fear getting his full attention.
“Heights?!” Wrecker repeats, drawing everyone’s focus to Hunter and Omega. Throwing his head back, Wrecker lets out a whine “Oh please tell me this mission doesn’t involve heights”.
“Plurax is a relatively flat planet,” Tech interjects, his eyes still fixed on his datapad “and considering our main objective is to extract the bacta pods found in the small medical facility, I doubt heights will be involved”.
Wrecker lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders deflating. “Phew, you almost got me that time, Hunter” he chuckles.
Hunter nods, hoping to quickly brush past this entire situation. “Right, well let’s get this over and done with” taking his helmet from underneath his arm, Hunter places it on his head.
“But what about my quest-” Omega starts but Hunter cuts her off, acutely aware that you as well as the others are still listening “Later, Omega. All that matters right now is the mission”. With a sigh, she nods her head.
***
After successfully retrieving the bacta pods, the Marauder is quiet… for once. The hum of the ship speeding through hyperspace fills the silence as everyone gets some much needed rest.
Peering out of her room, Omega holds on to Lula the tooka doll as she scans the bunks. Wrecker sleeps in one, his arm obscuring his face and thankfully muffling his snores. On the other bunk, Tech is fast asleep and judging by the pile of blankets on the upper bunk, you’re asleep up there.
Tip-toeing past, Echo comes into view. He’s seated at the table, head resting on his arm as he mumbles in his sleep. Continuing on her journey, Hunter is the last person for Omega to see, his seated form visible when she approaches the cockpit. Slowly, she nears him.
From the corner of his eye, Hunter notices Omega, subtly watching as she quietly walks forward. “You should be asleep” Hunter’s voice cuts through the silence, making Omega stop in her tracks.
She sighs, giving up her attempt to sneak “But I can’t, I’m not tired”. Hopping up on the seat beside him, Omega keeps Lula close to her, curling up on the chair.
Hunter doesn’t reply. He knows how hard it is to go from being on high alert on a mission to being told to get some rest, adrenaline still coursing through your veins.
He remembers the first few missions he ever went on and how hard it was to rest, his senses too overwhelmed to even comprehend the idea of sleep.
“You did it again, y’know” Omega says, pulling his attention back to her.
“What?” Hunter has a suspicious feeling he knows what she’s talking about but he hopes if he feigns some kind of ignorance then hopefully she’ll drop it.
“You helped her back onto the ship,” she explains, some sarcasm in her voice as she teases “when we were leaving Plurax… she must have really bad balance if you have to help her all the time”.
Head dipping down, Hunter’s hair obscures his face. “Omega,” he groans “she doesn't have balance problems, it’s just… look, it’s better if you let this go, ok?”.
“But why?” she drops her legs down, leaving them dangle freely.
“It’s… complicated”.
“How?” she presses, shrugging as she mumbles “I’m just curious”.
“Yeah, too curious,” Hunter says with an affectionate scoff and shake of his head.
Trying to simplify it, Omega begins listing out “Earlier you said that you do it to be nice but you only do it for her, nobody else! She doesn’t need you to do it since she doesn’t actually have any balance problems, hmmm and it’s pretty obvious you don’t like it when people point it out”. Hunter grimaces the more Omega goes on.
Thinking out loud, she furrows her brow “I wonder if she notices, I mean it’s pretty obvious so she must have by now…maybe I should ask her”.
“What? No!“ Hunter is quick to sit on the edge of his seat, facing Omega fully “You can’t do that, that’s a direct order”. Despite his pleading look, Omega simply raises an eyebrow, knowing she’s got him right where she wants him.
“Okay, I won’t ask her,” she complies before adding “but you have to tell me why!”.
Hunter sighs. A part of him is impressed, equally proud of her determination as well as cursing it. Sighing, he avoids her eye contact as he tries to explain.
“Well, since she’s not… uh, a clone… I just want to make sure… that, um… that she feels welcome” yes, Hunter is making this up as he goes. It’s true, of course but not his main reason.
Omega is not convinced, her face the epitome of disappointment. Not giving in, she replies “Yeah, that’s nice and all, Hunter but I don’t think that’s why”.
Hunter’s body deflates, putting his face in his hands. Even if he wants to, he doesn’t think he can get the words out. This is something he’s never had to verbalise before nor is it something he’s had to admit to anybody.
With his face still covered, he hears Omega’s voice “Can I tell you my theory?”.
He doesn’t reply and yet Omega continues “I think you like her”. Hunter can hear her smile in her tone, removing his hands to confirm his suspicions.
Watching for his reaction, Omega beams up at him. “And I mean like like her” she adds with the wiggle of her eyebrows.
Hunter keeps his face still, unsure how to react.
“I mean, it’s not a bad thing if you do,” she shrugs, offering some reassurance “I think it’s kinda cute, especially since she like likes you too”.
He freezes.
What?
Judging by the stunned look on Hunter’s face, Omega explains “I overheard her saying it to Echo, she said something about her heart racing whenever you’re around and being paranoid over it. I didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing at first but every time you do something nice for her, she gets all lovey-dovey so I think it’s a good thing”.
“Lovey-dovey?” Hunter scrunches up his face, not quite believing what his sister is saying.
“Yeah, like this” clutching her hands together, Omega tries her best to bat her eyelashes as she lets out a comically loud sigh before giving Hunter a goofy smile.
With a grin tugging at his lips, he dismisses “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her do that before”.
“That’s because you always look away!” she exclaims “ooh, I’ll have to add that to the list; you’re really bad at keeping eye contact with her”.
He rolls his eyes but the idea that maybe, just maybe you like him too distracts Hunter from properly deflecting Omega’s addition to her list. Even the idea of their being some hope that you feel the same way is enough to send Hunter’s head spinning.
Yawning, Omega hops down from her seat “I’m just saying, it would be a shame if you both like like each other but never tell one another”.
Hunter stays quiet, though he knows she’s right. “Anyways, I’ll try to get some sleep, night Hunter” giving him one last smile, Omega leaves him alone with his thoughts.
Taking a deep breath, Hunter leans back in his seat, resting one of his legs by the command panel as he looks out at the whirling blue lights of hyperspace. Hunter closes his eyes, trying to centre himself. Only you could daze him as much as this and make it feel so damn exciting.
Were the signs that you liked him back always there? For a guy with heightened senses, he presumed he would have picked up on it… but Omega is right, he doesn’t exactly hold eye contact with you. And whenever he hears the loud beating of a heart when you’re near, he hurriedly assumes it’s his own.
Speaking of his senses, he can tell Omega is still there, hovering by the doorway. He waits a few seconds, giving her the time to speak but she doesn’t.
Hunter knows where this is going, presuming she’ll either ask him to carry her back to bed or try to convince him to get her a snack. He takes his time opening his eyes again, turning his upper body to look at her.
Hunter can feel his stomach drop. His body automatically freezing as if you won’t see him if he doesn’t move.
You give him an equally bewildered look, a twist of anxiety in your gut. “Can we talk?” you ask, the words coming out quieter than expected.
Hunter has one main question on his mind: how much have you heard? And yet he doesn’t ask that question, instead blurting out “But I thought you were sleeping?”.
Is that a question? Or a statement? Hunter has no idea, his brain utterly scattered.
You smile nervously. “I was getting ready to go to sleep,” you reveal “I was just in the refresher”.
Pointing to the door to the refresher, Hunter’s heart lurches at how close it is to the cockpit, knowing you’ve definitely heard everything.
Clearing his throat, Hunter nods “Yeah, let’s talk”. It’s better to talk this through now, while everyone else is asleep.
He isn’t sure how this will go, still doubtful that you could actually like him back. But there’s only one way to find out. Hunter gives you a small smile as you sit where Omega was minutes ago. Once you’re comfortably seated, Hunter takes a deep breath and begins…
#I haven't proof read this so apologies if it's kinda choppy#the bad batch hunter x you#star wars tbb#bad batch hunter#hunter tbb#hunter x reader#hunter x you#the bad batch hunter#tbb hunter x reader#tbb hunter x you#the bad batch reader insert#the bad batch fanfiction#sergeant hunter#sergeant hunter x reader#sergeant hunter x you
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Randomly thinking about “tolerate it” (narrator voice: it was not random) and how under the cloak of fiction it is ostensibly inspired by works like “Rebecca” (which Taylor said she read during the 2020 lockdowns I believe?), with the line of “you’re so much older and wiser” indicating that the speaker is significantly younger and inexperienced compared to the person she’s speaking to and a pretty direct reference to the plot of the book.
But I saw something somewhere once that stuck with me about how it might not be referring to relative age between the characters but chronological age as in the passage of time in a relationship. And that made me think about how in a contemporary context, it might not necessarily be referencing an actual age gap between the two characters, but rather a sarcastic or cynical response to the man’s claims that he has matured (“you’re so much older and wiser [than you were before/than you were when we met/etc.]”), which then made me think about that line in relation to the woman. And that it could be taken like, “you act like you’ve matured so much in our time together and like you know everything, while I’m supposedly still stuck as the girl I was when we first met.”
Which then made me think of the “right where you left me” of it all and did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen time went on for everyone else she won’t know it and the bit in Miss Americana where she talks about how celebrities get frozen at the age at which they got famous, and how she’s had to play catch up in a lot of ways not just in her emotional growth but kind of in general. (Which also made me wonder if she’s ever been called out for immaturity/lack of curiosity/lack of education about things in her life…)
Which then made me think about the rest of the song, and @taylortruther’s posts yesterday about “seven” and “Daylight” and the way Taylor idealizes her youth yet contrasts it with an almost sinister reality in its wake, and the line, “I sit by the door like I’m just a kid,” because the discussion raised that her relationship let her recapture some of the childlike joy and wonder she’d lost. So this line is a double-edged sword: the speaker sits by the door with childlike hope that the person will come home and cherish her, but on the darker side, feels like the child dealing with the monsters she doesn’t have names for yet and the feelings of isolation she felt as she aged.
I’m not saying the song is necessarily autobiographical; like most of the songs on folkmore, it’s clearly a fictionalized story based on media she’d consumed and created, but we know a lot of the fictional songs were infused with her own feelings and experiences and… This idea swirling in my head picked up steam and now I kind of can’t stop thinking about it. Sorry but I’m a little obsessed now.
Like maybe it might start to shed light on why she identified so strongly with the novel in the first place…
#the third eye has been opened#😵💫#like tolerate it was always a difficult song#even when we learned it was based on Rebecca it obviously took on new meaning post-joever#and especially in light of ttpd#but the thought spiral i went on last night when i started thinking about all these connections#and the evermore of it all#I’m Charlie at the conspiracy board again#writing letters addressed to the fire#me thinking too hard about Taylor lyrics#evermore my beloved#tolerate it#i kinda gave myself the ick with all this 😵💫#because of the ttpd of it all coming up#and i feel like i remember interviews where Taylor said joe was so well-read especially about like world events and politics and stuff#and supported her when she wanted to start speaking up (not getting into that)#but just based on ~vibes now I wonder if that was like a sore point too at some point#which again i have no proof of but just like… experience with pretentious millennial art bros lol#oh man oh man oh man#this feels like some sort of huge revelation at 1:00 am#when i started writing this lol#eta: when I queued this in the middle of the night i didn't see all the excellent discussion about the seven/folklore posts#so all of you who have been posting about them this morning consider yourselves tagged too!
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Actually Pride and Prejudice is much more about change in perspective / how things come across than it is about Darcy becoming a wildly different person at the drop of a hat, I say for the umpteenth millionth time.
#in a way the real journey/change is Elizabeth’s!#he was always good. and his very eagerness to take responsibility for the mistakes he has made#is part of the proof of that#not saying he did NOTHING wrong. but honestly not skin deep stuff#you think he was genuinely a proud asshole that Bingley was friends with? please#this is @ this one critic I read today who made me sooooo mad#because he was like Darcy’s character is not believable and a failure#and it’s like. yeah. if YOU are going to read him through the lens of the Meryton crowd sure!#but all the pieces are there to not do that#it’s also imo a study in the way introversion privilege and a certain kind of strength of personality#*personality can create the illusion of arrogance#in insecure people#which does not mean that some change was not necessary some of the time re: his manners#but that’s kinda what it was tbh. a check. a course correction#a change in MANNERS not essence
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Blyke and John: Parallel Characters
I’ve written multiple entries about this,
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But I’m back to make a comprehensive analysis about the glaring similarities between these two. I’ll try not to repeat myself here.
‼️SPOILER WARNING for the whole series‼️ but this mostly focuses on the story before John’s suspension.
Firstly, this scene:
ch. 121
This conversation takes place near the beginning of the Joker arc. It’s after John targets Zeke, after he targets Juni, and the day before he goes after Seraphina’s kidnappers. The timing is important.
“If someone hit your best friend, would you let it slide?”
That question is supposed to remind us what John does to people who hurt Seraphina: hunting them down and sending them to the hospital. Blyke shooting a destructive beam really close to John was an example of a trait they share: they both blow up violently when people mistreat their friends.
John’s downward spiral carries strong themes of hypocrisy. He’s angry at the world, he’s angry at himself, and as a coping mechanism, he chooses to believe that everyone else is as bad as he is. That means that most of the traits he hates others for are the same things he hates about himself. In this scene, Blyke is unintentionally calling out this hypocrisy: “What I did is no different from what you do”.
But Blyke’s just trying to connect with John here, he has no idea what John’s been doing. And John, of course, doesn’t give a shit about what Blyke has to say. This line was here for the audience to notice.
They’re both so similar, but their similarity immediately causes tension between them because, well, John was on the wrong end of Blyke’s protectiveness.
I really love the way this was written— there are so many flashbacks to this scene, but they remember it differently. John remembers the part that hurt him— he’d describe it as “the time that jackass shot a beam at me”. Blyke remembers the part that hurt him, or rather, hurt Remi: “the time that jackass hit Remi for no reason”.
Blyke and John are both hotheaded characters with strong ideals. They’re similar enough that Seraphina points it out:
(ch. 80)
As Blyke grows as a character, he becomes more like John: sticking up for low tiers and speaking out against the injustice in the world. But while Blyke is doing that more, John is going in the opposite direction, until they are fully opposed to each other.
Speaking of Blyke’s character arc, it took me a few rereads to actually understand what part of him changed. His kindness, selflessness, bravery— all of those things were there from the start. Blyke’s character arc was about becoming more aware of his surroundings, and how his carelessness can harm others. Blyke was never malicious, but after X-Rei and integrating more with the school, he becomes aware of people suffering around him and how he unintentionally contributes to it. He becomes less reckless, privy to the flaws in the system he grew up not questioning, and uses his power more responsibly. He even comes up with a more controlled way to wield his ability. The part of Blyke that changes is his maturity.
Part of John’s character arc is also about being careful. It’s not as close of a parallel as other things are, but one of the things that John works on during his redemption arc is holding back. Both of them learn self-control throughout the series, and for John, that means acting early before his emotions spiral out of hand.
Adding onto my first point about the two of them wanting to protect their friends— the fact that they can’t do that makes them both angry and desperate. For most of the story, the “block” that prevents John from protecting Seraphina is in his head. It’s his own trauma that holds him back. The block that prevents Blyke from protecting his friends is, guess what? Also John’s trauma! Parallels abound.
Another thing I noticed in Episode 80 is this:
Notice that when Seraphina says “I’d take that over strength any day,” John is looking at the camera. He’s avoiding Sera’s gaze. Seraphina is saying she prefers honesty over strength. John is very strong, and very dishonest, but Seraphina thinks the opposite because John is so dishonest. John appears to be reflecting on this disconnect.
In relation to this analysis, Seraphina is actually pointing out a major difference between Blyke and John. Beyond that, she’s praising Blyke’s traits, (less strong but very open) above John’s traits, (strong as fuck but a liar with his pants on fire). Furthermore, John really cares what Seraphina thinks of him. Knowing that she would think less of him is the main reason why he spent so much time and effort preventing her from catching his lies.
This leads into my main point here: Blyke is the “goody-two-shoes” version of John. Or, more accurately, the person that John wants to be. Blyke has a clean track record and doesn’t really get into trouble. He is respected and left alone by the school without being hated and feared, he de-escalates conflicts without taking things too far, he doesn’t lose control, he’s someone Seraphina thinks highly of, hell, even his grades are better! Blyke represents everything that John wants to be, and the person that he could have been if he’d gone down a different path.
But, crucially, John is also what Blyke wants to be. Well, not wholly, but his ability? His strength? It’s one of the things John hates about himself, but Blyke wants that strength so desperately that he risks his life for it over and over again.
They’re both desperate to be like each other, even when they hate each other the most. Neither of them have any idea how alike they already are.
I don’t know what Season 3 holds in store for us, but I do hope that John realizes that Blyke embodies who he wants to be, because mutual jealousy would be a very interesting dynamic to explore in my opinion. I also hope that it ends up being something they can bond over, by helping each other accomplish their personal goals. (Blyke being another helper in John’s character arc, and John helping Blyke train.)
A side note: John beat up Blyke four separate times. That’s more than any other character, which is interesting because John’s main rival is supposed to be Arlo. For reference, John has beaten Arlo twice, three times if you count the time when Seraphina intervened, and he only beat him unconscious once. But John beat Blyke to the point of passing out all four times, the worst of which being a shot clean through his chest. (shoulder? Unclear. S1 finale).
It’s odd, isn’t it? Out of everyone, Blyke is the one who John physically hurt the most. John’s only grudge against him is an old memory from episode 33, of an event that didn’t actually harm him. John’s grudge against Arlo is much more serious and again— that’s his main rival. So why is it that he’s so much more violent towards Blyke?
The problem here is that I’ve been thinking about these fights as “John picking on Blyke”. And that’s… kind of true? But while Blyke didn’t start any of these fights, they were all consensual in a way. He didn’t seek to fight John, nor was he ever happy about fighting John, but he was always a willing participant.
(138, 153, 206, & 211)
In three out of these four fights, John didn’t even expect to be fighting Blyke going into it. This is significant because while Arlo is John’s main rival, John absolutely fills that role for Blyke. Blyke’s own agency is what leads to most of these events. The reason, narratively speaking, why they fight so much is not for John’s character, but for Blyke.
For John, his reason for fighting Blyke so much is not narrative but moreso symbolic. John is angry at everyone and everything, but ultimately the person he hates the most is himself. It’s only fitting that the character most like him would bear the brunt of his wrath.
As John is having his positive character arc (suspension and post-suspension), he is becoming more like Blyke, and the two of them reach a point where they’re even more similar than they were at the start of the series.
In the Rowden amusement park, John does start to realize how similar they are:
(249)
Additionally, I want to draw your attention to the parallels between this scene:
Blyke and John’s argument in chapter 249
(which the image limit won’t let me add, scroll until you see red hair.)
And this scene:
Argument in ch. 121 (it’s at the beginning)
Two sides of the same coin.
Furthermore, in the S2 finale, Blyke is shown being taken to Keon. There is an implication that by Season 3, Blyke and John will share Keon-related trauma as well. Despite my pessimistic predictions, I do hope that this is a similarity that can bring them together rather than tear them apart.
#unordinary#I had another point that i had to cut#because it was about the john slaps remi scene#and how like blyke knew he wasn’t gonna miss and hit john by accident but john doesn’t necessarily know that#and that john assumes the worst (blyke was aiming for his head) bc he’s mad#and blyke also assumes the worst (that john hit remi for no reason). But when i was looking for screenshots to back it up#and i was looking for the one panel where john referred to blyke as “that idiotic redhead who tried to blow my brains out”#as proof of john assuming the worst#But then i found it and it doesn’t even say what i thought it said#it says “THREATENED to blow my brains out”#Smh john didn’t even assume the worst. He knew it was jyst a threatening shot even thogh he was mad#And then my whole thing kinda falls apart because blyke assuming the worst is actually just the logical conclusion since he can’t read mind#Like how was he gonna know john was having trauma issues#Yargh okay so i think i cut all the parts that don’t really make sense but it’s late so this is a low quality proofread#Gonna be honest this is NOT structured very well#Theres more to be said about john hating other people for the same reasons he hates himself#and I didn’t quite hit it#but it’s lateeeeeee#something about how Blyke is so similar to john but lacks most of what John hates about himself so John projects his insecurities—#back onto him anyway#Something about in ch 249 when he says something something “because I couldn’t cope with the fact that you guys weren’t actually bad people#Yeah idk im too tired to get into it#blyke unordinary#john unordinary#oh also has something to do with when john says “i may have deserved those classes but they sure as hell don’t” about keon#i think that’s significant#analysis#i have a bad feeling that someone in my notes is gonna purposely misinterpret my “goody two shoes” blyke statement ngl#”did you say that blyke is perfect and john is evil”#like something like that
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Hello!
If you're not too busy, would you mind listing some of the things you think count as death flags for Mr. Spender?
There's the obvious fact that he's the "old" mentor to group of young protagonists, but what else do you think would count?
OHH BOY ok so I'd think I'm a crackpot for this but since we're talking about Zack "Foreshadowing" Morrison. I have some thoughts
No harm in leading with the (chronologically) first thing that jumped out at me:
This one IMMEDIATELY made me antsy whenever I came back to it after my initial read, and considering Zack has referred to it on twitter in the past as one of their favorite jokes it's definitely not been forgotten about.
Second, the sheer amounts of near-misses, jokey or not, of Spender narrowly avoiding specifically lightning
Again, not much, but it's weird that it happened thrice, latter two of which had real gravitas rather than an one-off joke.
And third, Spender himself. He's repeatedly shown himself to be kind of a self sacrificing idiot, as well as prideful to a fault. Granted, it's both him and Mina trying to take on all the responsibility of saving Mayview and its inhabitants from their fate.. But Spender is exactly that right measure of doesn't-value-himself-enough (chest footprint aftercare or lack thereof), having an obscene amount of power (enables his loner act + pride) and poor judgement that has the capacity to put him at great risk. And it has!
Spender has not only shown low enough self-esteem to view himself as the de-facto scapegoat for the safety of the town, but also prideful enough to make very bad calls that end up in people, often himself, hurt (COUGH FORGE INCIDENT COUGH)
This is all conjecture, but it's definitely enough to make me worried about him :') Even if all this doesn't mean he'll necessarily die he's definitely getting (even more) seriously injured at some point. I love the guy but he's so far doing a horrible job of convincing me he wants to live bad enough to circumvent at least that
#not art#admin answers#paranatural#pnat#richard spender#pts-fic-notes-and-blog#before i continue on with tag ramble i just want to say tysm for leaving an ask!#none of my friends read this so ive been stewing on these thoughts for some months and i loved finally sharing them#this isn't exactly proof but the hijack possession seemingly being the final nail in the coffin for his and isabel's relationship.#idk it feels significant to me. thats one more tether to support kinda gone. someone who knows him well enough to know he's unwell#he seems not exactly content but fr incapable of not burning bridges as he is now. and considering how rashly he acts he REALLY needs those#to not do stupid shit all the god damn time with no buffer other than Lucifer. who for his measured approach to rick's hotheadedness#has honestly shown himself to be pretty lenient and kinda bad at controlling spender's more (self) destructive tendencies? so he dont count#to be clear i love spender to bits but he is dumb as rocks and has all the self preservation of a fruit fly. it needs to be said#also the lightning man... idk its WEIRD like especially on the reread its the thing that most consistently threatens him! it repeats#sure he gets chewed by a bat and banged up by forge but?? he somehow always comes back to lightning. catnine has it out for him#its something i didnt even really put together until i continued reading the flashback chapter AFTER getting this ask and went OHHHGNHF#which the only reason lightning is such a non issue is lucifer's powers. which belong to his sunglasses and not to the spirit in him#so its not like they can't be taken away he's just got a really good excuse for having those on all the time#TAGS GETTING SO LONG. ANYWAYS. i hope this is comprehensible lol
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11:47 pm - a.touya
warning for underage drinking, but it's not extreme + unrealistic depiction of alcohol (getting drunk super easily)
"I think he's drunk."
An comments on Touya's current state, exhausted yet blissed out, silver irises zoning out and paying no heed to everything surrounding him.
"Probably." Akito agrees with her, blinking with confusion. Him and Kohane glance at each other, evidently concerned and soon frowning at An.
"You can't blame me— he's never tried alcohol before and asked for it." She retaliates with her arms crossed. "How was I supposed to predict this?"
Akito sighs at the ludicrosity of the dilemma.
"To be fair, you wouldn't really expect someone to get drunk that easily." Though you're defending An you can't deny that it was a stupid decision, this is exactly why Ken looked reluctant to leave the five of you at their place.
Touya finally speaks. "What? 'm not drunk."
Scoffing, Akito responds first. "Says the guy zoning out at his drink and gettin' flushed red."
"... the bubbles look pretty." Only proves Akito's statement.
"You're an idiot at times." Akito mumbles.
And for some reason Touya only bothers to acknowledge that. "But look!" He points the glass to his friend, almost spilling it, Akito reacts faster and pries it out of his hand.
"I'm sure they look very pretty, Touya." He grumbles under his breath, placing the glass out of his reach. Another glare is shot at An, who raises her hands in defeat.
"He wanted to try it!"
"None of us are over eighteen." Livid yet worried, Akito sighs. "Oi, what's the best lie for this situation. He can't go home like this."
"We could tell Ken that he fell asleep? And it's quite late already."
Silently, you thank the gods for Kohane's idea. "Ken's fine with us sleeping over without notice too. We'll be fine."
But An objects. "We are not lying to my dad."
Akito scowls, irritation overpowering concern. "Too bad."
She crosses her arms. "But that's unethical."
"You know what's unethical? Underaged drinking."
An shrugs, as if she weren't the cause of all of this. "It's legal when it's at home."
"With an adult." Touya still seemed dazed out, not heeding mind to the way both An and Akito were yelling. "Your dad wouldn't've let this happen."
"Kohane's basically an adult with her maturity?"
"Don't even try saying that. You let him drink while she was showering and while y/n and I went out to buy snacks."
As the two bicker, Kohane pinches your sleeve for your attention. "Should we stop them? Whether Aoyagi's okay or not is a priority."
In agreement you nod, accompanied by an exhausted sigh. "How about we bring Touya upstairs, to one of your guest rooms." Both An and Akito halt their arguing, intently listening to you. "He's probably just tipsy. He should be fine by the morning." Kohane nods, leaning down to eye level with Touya, who was slumped in his seat.
"Aoyagi, let's go." But he doesn't oblige, whining with soft incoherency instead. "Please?" Her plead is futile, as it goes completely ignored by Touya.
Akito steps forth. "I'll carry him." Toned arms reach for Touya's, the action only being reciprocated by a lazy slap.
"Mean."
He sighs for the nth time. "'m not mean, c'mon." It's futile though, Touya fights back, messily, his sloppy movements were enough to prevent Akito from being able to pick him up properly.
"I'll carry him." You volunteer, and thankfully Touya surrenders to you, relaxing as you haul him onto your back. "First guest room right?"
After nodding and beginning to clean up, An breathed out an apology and thank you, Akito gives up on scolding her, settling down on a seat next to Kohane.
Despite how tall he is, Touya was ridiculously light, allowing you to effortlessly carry him upstairs.
"You need to eat more..." And of course he doesn't respond. Soon you're carefully placing him in bed, searching for any signs of something wrong. You shield him from the cold with the blanket, watching him instinctively curl up into a ball.
"Are we alright now?" Everything seems to be fine, his face is still flushed red and he's basically unconscious, but he's not whining nor complaining. A lack of an answer tells to you to hurry up and leave, even if you already know he's unable to reply. "I'll go then. Good night Touya."
A tight grip on your wrist prevents you from leaving.
"What's wrong?"
"I need you here." He hiccups, now fully conscious.
"Why?"
"Because you're the best." He hiccups again.
"You're just saying that because you're drunk." You redirect his hand to himself, placing it by his side.
Pearly irises of silver stare at you, pleading for you to oblige his request. "No. It's because I like you."
You choke on your own spit at the declaration. "That's enough, just sleep." You've never encountered a drunk person, and it's unfortunate that Touya's the first because of an immature decision An made.
"Only if you'll stay."
Even when he turns eighteen, you note to yourself to never let him get drunk.
But it was refreshing to see Touya behave so childishly. For the time you've known him he's always been so adultlike, stoic and cold—juxtaposing the way An and Akito bicker, or Kohane's tendency to remain glued to a window whenever something piques her interest. The question has always plagued your thoughts, was it simply his personality or did his household not provide the luxury of being a child?
With a sigh you indulge in his request, sitting down on the bed. "You're kind of silly when you're drunk, you know?"
"'m not drunk! You're being like Akito."
"Like Akito?"
"Mean."
You remain silent, but you're stifling a laugh. It doesn't take long for you to give in, bursting out into laughter. "I promise I'm not mean. That's always going to be Akito's job."
"Then stop ignoring my feelings."
The first time it seemed like drunk non sense, drowsy and mindless. But the second time feels different, whether it be the genuine pout of his lips or the solemnity intertwined with his tone.
"It's not fairrr." Touya doesn't bother waiting for a response from you, rambling on while you listen carefully. "I like you so much but you're so far ahead. You're too pretty, how am I supposed to live without you? You're my safe place where I don't have to think about piano or dad. You're so good at sports, and smart, and speaking to people, you've even had alcohol before already."
Is that why he wanted to try some today...?
"You've had alcohol before too, dumbass." He only throws the blanket over his head, out of embarrassment.
"Do you like me too?"
The question repeats in your head, and the answer is obvious to you.
You arise from the bed, kneeling next to it where Touya was cowering underneath the blanket. "I do."
He peeps out of the covers, face wrapped in the doona, silver eyes wide with surprise. "Really?"
"Yes, but I'm not talking to you until you sleep properly, okay?"
Like an eager child, he falls for the bribery, closing his eyes and mumbling out a 'good night'. You reciprocate it, carefully tip toeing in order to let him sleep undisturbed— and on your way to deal with another problem, this time in the form of a certain musician who has a thing for drama.
"And then, you confessed! We got curious and listened through the door."
Touya averts his gaze, instead staring at the cup of black coffee warming his palms. Rose is chalked all over his cheeks as he listens to An recounting last night's events.
"By 'we' she means her." Akito grumbles while sipping from his hot chocolate. "I don't get why she's so obsessed. Congratulations though."
An throws an arm around you. "You should've seen the look on his face when Touya called him mean."
Akito opens his mouth to object, but Kohane speaks first.
"That must've been amazing though, if drinking gave you that much confidence to confess like that."
"Well it wasn't really confidence if I wasn't thinking at all, is it?" The conversation only permeates his cheeks into a darker pink.
"Did you like how alcohol tasted?" Legitimate curiosity is scrawled on her expression and traced onto her tone. "What's being drunk like?"
This time, Akito interrupts Touya. "Who knows? Wanna test it out? Maybe then you'll have the courage to confess to Shiraishi?" The comment leaves you and Touya shocked, eyes flitting between the three of them. An stares at Kohane, whom is already running away with her bag.
"Oi Kohane—come back!" With haste she pulls off her apron and sprints around the counter, tossing it god knows where. "Wait—"
Akito chuckles at the ordeal— the chaos he caused. "Oops. My bad."
(you both know that was damn intentional)
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This is a day late but here's chapter 19 of IWOaMoT!
#i actually felt kinda nervous abt postong this one#bc i didnt have as much time to proof read as I usually did#but the comments on it have been so supportive!#you guys (the readers and the commentors) really do mean a lot to me so thanks to everyone whos already read it❤️#fic#sw#tcw#fanfic#star wars#commander fox fic#commander fox
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With the future winter/ice updates looming in the distance I want to get this theory out sooner rather than later.
Narinder has a potential connection to snow/ice through his curses. While other curses are related to specific persons (the occultist, the necromancer, the beguiler, the horde,) the ice curses are the only ones related to a place.
The Tundra.
Onto the three curses
Divine Blizzard: the breath of a forgotten god... once stronger than them all.
Death's squall: a kiss from death, so cold and inviting.
Touch of Ithaqua: a call from below that began the winter year.
Now hear me out. I know the icegore exists, but I propose these curses all relate to Narinder.
Narinder is a forgotten god. You have to be told his name and his existence as one of the Bishops and as their brother had been erased. It took all his siblings to trap him because he had grown too powerful.
He describes his heart as cold and unbeating, so presumably we can describe his breath, etc, as such as well. Death has always been described as cold, and winters are a popular synonym for death due to leaves disappearing from trees and animals fleeing from the cold/ migrating for food.
As for the last curse, he is the One who Waits Below. The one Below. If Narinder does have ice powers he could have sent a blizzard to try and consume his siblings followers and force them to let him out.
But onto the elephant in the room. Ithaqua. Due to its spelling, you may think of the creature from cthulu mythos. With its burning eyes and lonesome life, giant and living amidst the pine trees. The death-walker. But enough drawing suggestive similarities. I don't think Ithaqua is a name.
It's a place.
If you've been into The Oddyssey lately, you've probably heard of the Island of Ithaca, the home of Odysseus. There was some debate with ye olde scholars on what Greek Island Homer's Ithaca actually was and where it was located, compared to irl, making it a nice little reference to how the bishops can't seem to find where the lamb's cult is, and neither can Rinor or Jalala.
Narinder's realm in between looks very tundra like, with the ground looking white and fluffy. In that sense, a sheep would be the perfect symbol of life in the cold north, wool being very necessary for winter clothing, insulation, etc. A key element in surviving "death" (winter). Thus, to destroy the way of life for Narinder's followers, they had to go after the sheep.
But why is it turning winter now?
Idk. Maybe removing the bishops and meant there was nobody to keep his old winter curse sealed anymore, maybe the seasons are returning, maybe we get santa. Who knows.
#cotl narinder#cotl theory#cotl the one who waits#cotl toww#add it to the list#cult of the lamb#its 1am i aint proof reading this. YEET.#my other theory is that Ithaqua is his mom who was an ice cold kitty who just wanted kids. kinda like Ithaqua-cthulu#because i can't stop trying to shove people into naris life#one day ill draw all the cotl dieties like hathor etc and explain my ideas
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Society if that one interviewer never asked Ohkubo about Stein and Marie/if Ohkubo just kept his mouth shut
#we all coulda think Maka and Soul canon in the end no debate#like no one's debating Houtarou and Eru are canon at the end of Hyouka anime#'canon“ as in both have crushes on each other but wether they'd go anywhere is up to you#like how could people read the ending and see Soul and Maka blushing in OOC ways#and still don't think they wanna kiss each other#like how is that not enough canon proof#it's a Maybe Ever After kinda ending not a ship sinking ending#discourse
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