#let me exist in my delusion over here thanks

[sanasanakun]

I think my favorite part of the dlc’s final boss is how it (can) directly mirror your Tarnished, and by extension, their relationship with Ranni. Obviously, this is coming from me, your resident Ranni glazer who will make everything about her if I can, so please understand this is my interpretation. 

My interpretation is that Miquella/Radahn act as a foil to Ranni/Tarnished, specifically when it comes to the themes of love, consent, and freewill. Now, I know it’s up in the air about how consenual the pact between Radahn and Miquella is. Personally, I see it as non-consensual; Miquella resurrected and controls a puppet of Radahn and/or bewitched him to be his “promised consort.” Given the theme of control with Miquella, I don’t think FromSoft would turn that around on us at the last second. Radahn’s situation is meant to be the final nail in the coffin; a demonstration of what Miquella’s “love” exactly means. Total control over one’s entire self and mind. Anyway, I digress, let’s get into how I see their situation mirroring, and acting as the antithesis, to Ranni and Tarnished. 

First, we’ll examine Miquella and Radahn. Miquella is presented almost throughout the entire game as a beloved figure. He is literally called “Miquella the Kind,” and his actions at the Haligtree paint him as an even more heroic figure. A demi-god who wants to help the weak, the oppressed, and anyone in between who has been scorned by the Golden Order. As we discover in the DLC, Miquella wants to create an “Age of Compassion.” But there’s always a catch, and Miquella’s plan is no exception. Why? Because his new age would remove the free will of everyone by giving him total control of how they feel, act, etc. He’ll make them happy and at peace because they’ll have no choice; they’ll have no self. This is exemplified in literal form with Radahn. The relationship between the two brothers presents itself as a one-sided obsession on Miquella’s part. Though we don't know a ton about them together, I think it’s safe to theorize Radahn didn’t willingly go along with Miquella’s plan. Radahn is canonically a fan of the Golden Order given his admiration of Godfrey and his father, Radagon. I can’t see him wanting to disrupt the current way of things. Plus, I don’t believe Maleania and Radahn would stage a fake war just to get Radahn into a position where he could be resurrected via Mohg. Too many hoops to jump through, so Occam’s Razor says Radahn rejected Miquella. 

Now that’s great and all, but the real meat I want to analyze comes from the actual boss fight, or more specifically, the twos’ body language during the fight. Radahn is an empty shell. He doesn’t have any dialouge aside from small grunts. He doesn’t address us at all, which is entirely unlikely for how he’s been described. He’s a ferocious warlord who values the strength of both his allies and enemies. At the very least, he would address someone as prolific and talented as the PC Tarnished. Yet, he doesn’t. Radahn is literally there to act as “the muscle;” he is the strong and powerful lord that Miquella admired him to be. However, by making Radahn only act like this, Miquella has erased the true essence of what made Radahn. He lacks his soul. Miquella might be the more interesting of the two when it comes to body language. I think Miquella’s theme of control really shines with how he places himself on Radahn during the battle. He is literally draped over Radahn with his arms wrapped around his neck. Obviously, at first glance this is meant to imitate an embrace, solidifying the two as both a team and lovers. Yet, Miquella’s position doubles in meaning when considering his need to control. The arms could represent a collar, with Miquella acting as the leash. His hovering gives off a “helicopter” vibe (for a lack of a better term). While playing I called him a “helicopter parent,” comparing him to where they are constantly looking over your shoulder and trying to direct you. Essentially, Miquella is caging Radahn in his embrace, revealing his need to control the situation and Radahn himself. Miquella is the personification of control; he won’t allow free will to happen because he thinks it causes too much pain and uncertainties. And Radahn, he embodies the fate of those who would live under the Age of Compassion; he is a puppet. Specifically, he is Miquella’s puppet in both battle and love. He doesn’t have a choice in the matter at all. 

So, how is this the antithesis to our beloved blue wife and the Tarnished? Ranni doesn’t appear to help the Tarnished during their fight with the duo, which I’ve seen a few complain about. While I would love to fight alongside my support princess (and I have downloaded the mod lol), I think Ranni appearing would undermine the character FromSoft has established and her relationship with the Tarnished. Ranni is very hands off. She gives her vassals the tools to work with and then tells them to do what they wish with it. She never forces you to do anything you don’t want to. When you confront her about her role in the death of Godwyn, she willingly admits it and then asks you if you’d like to pledge service to her. She doesn’t say, “You know my secrets, therefore you will be in my service so I can keep an eye on you.” Instead, it’s a choice; a choice for someone far below her in class and power, but she gives it to you nonetheless. For Ranni, the ability to choose and live the way you desire is incredibly important. She seems to dislike outside forces messing with the ability to expereince life (as she says feel, see, taste, etc). 

Therefore, in the final battle with Miquella and Radahn, Ranni is there with you via the tools she’s provided and the faith she has in you (you can interpret this as her blessing with the “we will see each other once more”). She doesn’t need to be hovering over you, arms wrapped around your neck; she trusts the Tarnished above all else to succeed and fight for her. But should they choose not to, she’ll be heartbroken but she won’t stop you. As for the Tarnished, our character is not a shell of a person. They are someone teeming with ambition and the will to fight for their chosen successor. They fight because they want to be there and challenge whatever comes to face them; they don’t need Ranni telling them “go fight Miquella and Radahn for me pls.” 

Their “Age of the Dark Moon” also is the antithesis to Miquella’s “Age of Compassion.” Whereas his is about control, Ranni wants to remove all outer god influence from the world. She wants people to experience their lives without the intervention of any god; to experience life on their own terms, whether they want otherworldly guidance or not. She literally takes her order and leaves the planet (?) with it and you. 

Ok, that’s enough of me rambling about whatever the fuck comes to my sleep deprived mind. I have a flight to catch in three hours, so I’m gonna leave it here. In closing, Ranni good I love her very much mwah<3

[playboysaleen]

Kalopisa. (4)

Kalopisa: (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. 

Parings: Victoria Neuman x Supe!Reader (GN) (Slight AU)

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four

Summary: You never had the best life. Being abducted at a young age, being raised in the most wanted mafia as a weapon, hell- becoming the most feared in the gang. But…Truth is, you only wanted freedom. Being able to wake up and not have to wonder if you were going to see the sunset again. What happens when your wish partially comes true and you are offered your freedom but at what cost? Oh, you’ll see. 

Warnings: Death, Swearing, everything you done seen is the Boyz is what you should expect here.

Word Count: 5.3k (slightly proof read.)

A/n: So I took a small break but I haven't stopped writing cause I actually like letting my imagination expand with this woman lol but like i said in the previous chapter- there is a slight age gap, i know Little Nina and her crew were Russian but i changed it to german and the reader has a french accent(like frenchie). So i made the reader speak kinda in a english/french slang and this fic is slightly AU so bare with me. (If you read this? Muah! thank you.)

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She hates to say it but she wants to see this side of you more often. 

After her shower, she placed on the clothes you gave her walking out the bathroom. She planted her feet when she saw your exposed back leaning down grabbing the muscle shirt from the bag. Tossing on the clothing, you sighed softly fixing your necklace to hang loose around your neck facing Victoria. 

“Decided to get tattoos?” She attempted to spark a conversation from noticing your stressed state. You grumbled nodding rubbing the back of your neck, you grabbed one of the chairs from the dining table placing it under the doorknob for extra protection. You turned to face her sighing, 

“Look if you do not want to sleep that is fine. You do not have to force yourself to talk to me.” You said walking towards her leaning down to meet her eyes. She held her breath as you moved your hand under the bed grabbing the weapon that was stashed just beneath her. 

“But I do want to talk to you.” She whispered when you turned your head only inches from her own. The contact never broke but you hummed looking between her eyes whispering, 

“Then yes. I decided to get tattoos to become a person I did not want to be. A killer.” You leaned back up making way to the kitchen placing the firearm on the table. She followed your figure as you walked back to the bed taking a seat at the edge by the headboard. 

“Do you regret them?” You shook your head extending your right arm out, 

“Nina gave me a book when I was younger about these greek gods that have gifts and I read the entire thing more times than I can remember.” You started pointing at the woman that was inked into your skin. 

“Athéna, déesse de la guerre” 

“Goddess of war.” She replied, you nodded- 

“Also wisdom, Nina sent me to kill a man that was stealing weapons from our arms dealer. I remember the look on his face when I found him; scared and amazed. I slaughtered his entire team with my bare hands.” You traced your finger over the wings that wrapped around the woman's head on your forearm turning your arm over but a hand grabbed your wrist. 

“What does this mean?” You sighed softly, tapping the word that ran across your inner wrist. 

“Hiraeth, a longing for a place that you can never return to…or never existed. I always felt that when I was growing up in the underground. No kid wanted to be my friend and everyone was so terrified of me. I wanted to go…home, but I did not have one.” You whispered out as the woman in front of you hummed softly. You tapped the tattoo on your hand chuckling softly, 

“Hermès, messager des dieux.” 

“Messenger of the gods.” You nodded at her translation, 

“I placed that one on my hand cause it is the messenger telling my story, plus it looked nice with my jewelry.” You heard a small laugh from the woman in front of you when you glanced up seeing her now sitting next to you with her thigh touching your crossed knee. Her head was down, lost in the ink on your skin. She pointed at the small word that was on your outer forearm. 

“Lourd?” She whispered as you felt her turn your arm to see the piece it was connected to- 

“Heavy. Aphrodite, la déesse de l'amour.” (the goddess of love) 

“It is a man holding up a heart but is struggling to keep balance from everything that is happening around him. When I was younger I dreamed of having a beautiful house by the beach with my lover and child but as I grew up I knew I would never have that due to…” 

“The heavy heart you carry.” She finished looking at you, you nodded sighing loudly pointing at the three headed dog that covered your entire bicep. 

“Ah my favorite. Hadès, dieu des enfers. Everyone would tell me that this is the best tattoo that speaks of me because I am the god of the underworld with the souls that I take.” 

“But why the three headed dogs?” She asked, placing her finger on the doberman's head tracing softly. Clenching your jaw, you tried your best to stop the twitching in your fingers from the effect she was giving you. 

“Each head represents a different time period: the past, the present, and the future. It has a negative meaning, but I like to think of it as me. Who I was, who I am, and who I will be.” You explained clenching your fist when she placed her entire hand onto your inner bicep. 

“So meaningful, you have so many more.” She slightly gushed, you moved your arm back but her hand never left the position it was in.

“More to tell for another time,” you tried to get her away with how close she was getting but she did not stop. Her breath blew over your cheek when you both stood still noticing her lips were close to your ear. 

“Drink from me.” 

You quickly shuffled out of the bed letting out a bitter laugh, 

“No.” 

“Why not?” She chased after you grabbing your arm facing you towards her. 

“I do not owe you an explanation, I said no.” You grumbled out, shoving your arm away from her walking to the window. You place your hand on the glass, squeezing your eyes shut. You knew what the consequences were if you drank from her. Nina always told you to not leave any trace of survivors or any wounded and if you did? She’d kill you. Shuffling was heard behind you but your breath was caught in your throat when you smelled..

Blood…

You whipped your head around to see Victoria with her hand extended out with the red liquid dripping down her palm. Your eyes darted to the knife that she held in her other hand as she took a step towards you. 

“Tell me why or I will do it again.” You scoffed at her threat but took a step forward when she placed the blade against her wrist. Growling softly, you walked her way placing her against the wall. Her face was almost buried into your chest when you placed your index finger above her chin lifting her gaze into yours. 

“I have never fed on a living being before. I feed to kill and I cannot kill you Victoria.” Whispering, your hand snaked around her waist distracting her from your other hand disarming the knife from her grasp. She placed her palm against her lips sucking the excess blood whispering, 

“I know…” She hung her head low but you brought it back up leaning in. Your noses brushed against each other when you placed your tongue against the corner of her lips slowly licking off the blood that dribbled down her bottom lip. You slightly pulled away but you couldn't seem to move fully, you both stood there listening to the mixed heavy breaths you released. You could see her lips leaning in when a sound of buzzing was heard on the nightstand. You hummed, moving back watching her shoulders drop, 

“Your phone is ringing.” Her head shook out the dirty thoughts, walking to the bed answering the phone. 

“They found Soldier Boy. Butcher also mentioned to Hughie that he has found more intel from Grace about V.” Your eyes slightly widen when Victoria nodded softly, 

“Where is Grace?” Victoria asked, shuffling was heard from the phone when Annie spoke, 

“In a secluded area, I will send you the address but Vicky, you need to make an appearance in your office before any suspects you are gone for some time.” Annie said, you sat down on the floor near Victoria leaning back against the bed, 

“Some time?” Victoria questioned the last two words when you tried your best to understand why as well when a ding was heard from her phone. 

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me. Okay, I will stop by my house in the morning to grab some clothes and we will head down there. Thank you Annie.” The girl on the other side said goodbye as she hung up the phone groaning, 

“I have to make an appearance tomorrow and to let them know I will be out for a few days. We need to stop by my house to grab some clothes if that is okay?” She explained to you when you nodded playing with the gem on your chest. 

“I am your assistant after all Ms.Neuman. Whatever you say goes.” You attempted to joke when you heard her chuckle laying on the bed with her head a foot away from yours. 

“Thank you by the way…” She mumbled out, you turned your head as she continued, 

“For protecting me. You could have easily ratted me out about my powers but you didn’t. So thank you.” You nodded, turning your attention back to your necklace. 

“Now get some rest, we have things to do in the morning.” You said leaning your head back watching her eyes flutter close. You stayed that way for a few minutes. How can a woman who looks like that be the most dangerous being you’ve known, but why did you feel so connected with her? Well yeah, you should when you pretty much killed for the sake of your living but you had no choice. You had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. Frenchie decided to part ways with Nina when Butcher offered him a ‘better’ life, meaning, he didn’t have to continue to kill people that ended on Nina's bad side. You on the other hand, you were her top soldier. ‘My own child’ is what she called you. She claimed you as her own but deep down you knew she wasn’t your mother. She was your boss. She was a monster. 

She made you into a monster. You felt no remorse for every soul you took but you just couldn’t sink your fangs into the woman that rested next to you. The moment you saw her, the beating of her heart was a sound you replayed in your head to remind you that you are in fact still human. She haunted your mind after that night, but you thought to yourself…were you in hers? You’d unconsciously searched for her when the whiff of her perfume engulfed your senses but as the years went by it all turned into hate. You surrendered to your insecurities- look at you. You can’t go a few days without taking a life, and what makes it worse- you need to feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins the second the blood of your victim touches your taste buds or you won't be satisfied and you're off sinking your fangs into another. She is truly better off without you. 

Your eyes slowly fluttered open when the smell of eggs soared through the loft, you fell asleep. Blinking the sleep away, you turned your head to see Victoria sliding the egg off the frying pan into the plate when her eyes caught your low ones. 

“I didn’t want to wake you but I was hungry and I didn’t know if you wanted one- but then I thought did you even eat real food- do you eat real food? I made another one just in case but if you don’t want it that is fine- I just assumed-” You lifted your hand sending her the tiniest smile as you stood from the floor stretching, 

“Thank you.” How thoughtful. She nodded, grabbing her plate walking toward you as she took a seat onto the bed. You walked to the dinning table grabbing the gun chuckling softly, Victoria covered her mouth after she took a bite speaking- 

“What’s got you giggling?” You scoffed mumbling, 

“I’m not giggling- whatever- I was just thinking about the time I first met that connard” You spoke taking a seat on the chair pulling the top of the gun starting your disassembly. 

“I was ordered to meet him at this fish market and I walked in there with this big kid ego when he sent one right here-” You tapped your temple chuckling softly, “The way that man's face drained when I stood back up flicking the bullet off my fingers was something I will always remember.” You leaned back once the gun was now fully taken apart, 

“I killed his brother that day for attempting to rat me out to the FBSA.” Yeah you turned it dark, it was the truth. You used him as leverage when you heard the voice on his phone asking for the location, grabbing him by the throat you asked the man if they really wanted to be affiliated with the underground and when the man said yes? You dug your nails into his throat yanking his esophagus out. 

“Mr. Jean, was his name.” huffing out, you stood from the table grabbing the jacket that laid on the table placing it on. 

“Alright enough memory lane, come on.” Victoria left her plate on the bed as she quickly rushed to place her jacket when you were already removing the chair from the doorknob. 

“Jesus, can you let me put on my shoes-” She scoffed when you were already one foot out the door- You walked down stairs when you were greeted by a familiar face. 

“Oh my god Midnight! I haven’t seen you in foreverrrrr” The woman in front of you gushes running her hand down your chest laying it flat against your stomach. A nervous chuckle was heard from you when your fingers wrapped around the girl's wrist stopping her from grabbing your waistband. 

“Maria, it has been a while.” You mumbled, she beamed with happiness and started talking about how she missed the nights you two spent- a hand was placed on your back when you turned your head to see victoria smiling her way at the girl in front of you who now held a small frown. 

“Oh…so you've been having your fun sucking on someone else huh?” She sassed, you rolled your eyes grabbing Victoria by the wrist walking past the girl. 

“Don’t start your shit Maria.” you spoke out pinching the bridge of your nose with your freehand. You did not want to hear her bullshit right now. Victoria saw your reaction when she turned, sending the girl a quick glance. 

“Shit. Not the allergies!” She laughed out wiping the blood from her nose when you swiped the bottle of vodka that sat on the bar taking a swig. You needed something to wash down the words you wanted to say but you knew it would end in you ripping her head from her shoulders since you found out what she did. Hissing at the sting, you tossed it into the trash opening the door for Victoria as she walked out. You walked behind her, sighing softly. 

“I did not drink from her.” You defended when she scoffed adjusting her coat, 

“I know you didn’t. Why are you so quick to admit that?” You shook your head she casually asked you. Huh, why were you so quick to defend that. She grabbed the door hand when you heard the doors hinges creak a little louder than they should. You hopped in the driver's seat when you flinched at the loud slam. 

“Why are you mad?” She shook her head, 

“I’m not mad, what makes you think I am mad? Why? Are you mad?” Her voice seemed very petty when you rolled your eyes starting the car, 

“I am not mad, but I know that as of right now the club is painted with Marias insides.” Silence was the answer you needed to know that you won this little argument. You heard the splatter of Marias imploded body hit the wall once the door closed. You drove out the parking lot heading towards Victoria's destination. 

“She knew who I was.” She tried to reason but you shook your head raising your hand letting the rest of her excuse die in her throat. 

“It’s fine, she was sleeping with my rival; the spiders. You did me a favor.” She nodded but you couldn’t see the small smile that crept to her face. A rush of warmth swarmed around in her stomach at the thought of you feeling satisfied with what she had done. She killed a woman and you practically thanked her for it, horrible favor to be done but what could go wrong. 

Half an hour passed when you parked the car in front of a nice cozy home. You could smell the pumpkin spice that filled the house once you stepped out of the vehicle. Victoria fixed her coat by placing a hand on her forehead. She was nervous, for what? You followed behind her up the stairs when a hand grabbed a fist full of your jacket shoving your face against the wall. 

“Dammit Mike! They’re with me.” Victoria hissed at the man who had his hand against your head pushing you as much as he could. 

“What’s your name and relationship to the vice president?” Growling into your ear, you tried to shuffle, setting your leg straight when he sent his boot into the back of your knee causing a grunt to fall out of your mouth; kneeling. Victoria tried to shove him off but you remained silent as he attempted to remove his gun from his holster. 

“V. I was hired by her personally to be her assistant.” you grit out grinding your teeth to suppress your fangs that were pressing against your gums. He howled out a laugh letting you go but not without giving you a very rough push sending you to faceplant the ground. 

“An assistant? You need a bodyguard at least.” He towered over Victoria face inches from her when you stood to your feet grabbing his arm spinning him to face you. Twisting his arm back, you tucked your foot behind his, sending him on his back. You brushed off the dust from your jacket, sighing softly. 

“I qualified for both Mr.Mike.” What made the man's face turn red in anger is when he saw your neutral expression. You weren’t phazed, you were just not in the mood to argue with a man. He scrambled to his feet meeting your height when your lips twitched into a small smile as you patted his chest cleaning the leaves that were clung onto his vest. 

“Now if you will excuse me, I have a woman to attend to.” You took a step back following behind Victoria once the rest of her agents were now on the scene. Victoria took a step up the staircase placing her hand on your chest. 

“Zoe is upstairs packing to go to her fathers. Just…don’t expose yourself.” She pleaded when you nodded as she turned to walk up the stairs. You followed suit when a girl that resembled her stood in front of you with her head slightly tilting. 

“You’re V.” She whispered when all you could do was nod glancing at her mother every few seconds. 

“Zoe, this is V. V- Zoe.” You extended your hand as she went to wrap her arms around you causing your body to stiff. 

“You are the person my mom dreams about.” She smiled, grabbing your hand, shaking lightly. Your eyes almost bulged out your head when you saw Victoria clasped her hand over her mouth. 

“Zoe, what did Doctor Graham say about safety?” Victoria scolded when her daughter huffed quotating with her fingers. 

“Never tell anyone about your powers.” 

Snapping your head to her mother, you shook your head hissing, 

“You were impregnated by a Supe?” She shook her head motioning Zoe to her room grabbing your arm moving you down to her room. You paced back and forth rubbing your temples when she closed her bedroom door, 

“I didn’t fuck a supe, would you calm down? Looks like your heads about to-” 

“What? Explode? Well mon amour, I am about two minutes away from it.” You growled out taking a seat on her bed taking a deep breath. “Explain.” 

“I met someone when I was younger and I was dumb in love-” You waved your hand viciously shaking your head, 

“I don’t care about the love story or foreplay. Was he a Supe or not?” She shook her head, kneeling in front of you. 

“No. He is human.” She responded with her hands on your knees. Looking between her eyes you heard her heart race but once you pieced everything together you stood to your feet moving away from her. She didn’t hesitate to tell you and the way she was between your legs made your head buzz. You shook your head huffing, 

“So you've been dreaming of me?” you wanted to steer away from the thoughts of Nina torturing you when you were younger and the conversation about Zoe was triggering, 

“Every now and then.” She answered walking to her closet grabbing her duffle bag, placing clothing inside. You narrowed your eyes on her pulse point that was visible once her hair fell to the side. 

“You’re lying.” Her heart skipped a beat when you took a step back, 

“You invaded my mind for the first few years, it was more of you killing everyone I loved till Zoe came along and there was this…change in you where you were this person who brought me…” She trailed off shaking her head zipping up the duffle bag grabbing the out she had laid out walking to the bathroom shutting it behind her. Groaning, you walked out her room into the hallway seeing Zoe peeking from her room. 

“Mom always said the person in her dream was her knight in shining armor.” You sent her a small smile taking a few steps towards her when she opened the door wider letting you in. Your eyes roamed her room taking in the colors when you kept your smile plastered on. It was the room you pretty much imagined yourself in when you were a child. Zoe took a seat on her beanbag patting the floor in front of her.  You sat on the colorful carpet bringing your knees to your chest, 

“She said that she was trapped in a tower surrounded by monsters and that they captured me too. She said that one night during a thunderstorm all the monsters were slayed and it was her knight who saved her and me.” She explained as she leaned back. Her smile faltered when her eyes locked onto yours. 

“As I got older, I could see her dreams at night. I could hear the voice in her head. I could see…you.” You nodded when she placed a hand on your shoulder and everything around you blurred. Laughter was heard behind you when you turned your head to see Victoria and Zoe on her bed reading some sort of book. 

‘Alright, time for bed you two.’ 

You saw yourself smiling at them. The smile held…love. You chuckled, turning your full attention their way watching the sight before you. 

‘Awe what a party pooper you are.’ Victoria pouted as you scoffed laughing softly. You whistled a tune inching your way to them, Zoe let out a shriek when you dove onto the bed digging your fingers into Zoe’s sides. 

‘Oh! I will show you this party pooper!’ You sang out running your hands up the girls side poking her neck crease causing her to laugh harder. A chuckle was heard next to you when you turned your head meeting Victoria’s eyes with your brows furrowed. You let Zoe go smirking at her mother. 

‘Oh you want to laugh too?’ Diving towards Victoria you tickled her as Zoe joined in. 

You saw the scene in front of you begin to fade when you felt Zoe’s hand give you a light squeeze. 

“She had that dream a few nights ago.” She said after a few beats of silence. “That is how she sees you and I can see that is how you want to see her.” You were quick to scramble to your feet nodding, 

“Okay, no need to read my thoughts.” You breathed out, she shrugged her shoulders glancing at the doorway. 

“The night before she dreamed of Homelander killing us and what scares me about that dream…” She whispered, taking a step towards you, grabbing your hand. You looked into her eyes when you felt your stomach turn. “...you weren’t there to save us.” 

“Ready to go?” Victoria’s head popped into the room when you closed your mouth nodding as you turned. Zoe kept her hand in yours and her mother saw it. Clearing your throat, you let Zoe follow her out when you followed behind. You stopped the staircase when that bastard from earlier was waiting by the door sending you a glare. 

“Mike. Please escort Zoe with Chavez to her fathers. I will be heading to the office.” He nodded, grabbing Zoe’s bag walking out to the car that was waiting to depart. You took the duffle bag from Victoria, 

“Assistant shit.” You whispered, Victoria scoffed but a smile spread across her face. You placed her items in the backseat walking to her side where she was giving Zoe a hug. She went over a few things with the man that stood by the passenger door when you heard a whisper from the man across from you. 

“Verräter” (traitor)

Looking his way, he held the most tiniest smirk when you took a step forward, 

“Je vois que tu es coincé avec des armes” (I see you stuck with guns.) You said, he clenched his jaw chuckling, 

“Nina wird ihren Spaß mit dir haben, wenn sie hört, dass du lebst” (Nina will have her fun with you when she hears you’re alive) You grabbed a fist full of his shirt dragging him to the back of your designated vehicle. 

“SPEAK!” You shouted, Victoria ran to you when you lifted your hand up. Her guards pointed their guns your way, she ordered them to stand down as you shoved him roughly into the SUV. He smiled, 

“Den Untergrund kann man nicht töten. Wir sind wie Kakerlaken. Wir rennen, kommen aber immer wieder zurück.”(You can’t kill the Underground. We are like cockroaches, we run but always come back.) 

No. Nononono… Nina is aliv- 

“He is underground.” You spoke up, Victoria’s eyes widened signaling her men to grab him. He reached from his firearm when you were quicker to grab the top of his hand. Yanking aggressively, your finger moved to click the clip letting it drop into your freehand, piercing it into his abdomen. He hunched over when his head leaned onto your shoulder, 

“Si tu entends ça, approche-toi de moi ou des garçons... je te tuerai.” (If you’re hearing this, come near me or the boys…I’ll kill you.) You gritted into his ear piece shoving him back into the SUV. Taking a few steps away, the guards grabbed the man dragging him off the premises. You marched to the car hopping in, pressing your forehead against the steering wheel. 

“What did he say V?” You shook your head not wanting to drag her into this but you sighed running your hand down your face. Nina can’t be alive. Her office was blown to bits with you and Dani only feet away from her door. Well, everyone has said before that she is the devil herself and she can’t die. 

“Nina is alive.” 

Silence coursed through the car when you continued to drive to the destination that displayed on the GPS. She knew you didn’t want to talk about when she could see the death grip you had on the wheel as you drove through the back roads, so she kept her eyes on the passing trees, letting the scenery distract her from wanting to help you. 

“Who is Grace?” After an hour of silence, you finally asked once your anger subsided. 

“An acquaintance that works for the CIA.” You snapped your head back, she lifted her hand- “It’s okay, she knows you’re on the way.” turning back around, the GPS read you were only a few minutes from the destination. Nodding, you adjusted your grip on the wheel using your free hand to fix your necklace. 

“What’s with the necklace?” Victoria asked, leaning forward placing her chin on the shoulder of the passenger seat. Closing your fist around the gem, you shook your head. 

“I don’t know, it has always been around my neck since I could remember.” You tried finding the memory deep in your fucked up head- trust…but after all these years, you can’t remember. One memory you can remember is during your week ‘trial’ with Red River was the moment you were pushed to your limit. No, it wasn’t them ‘starving’ you to death but it was the guards being so understanding. Giving you water, food, and even a room with a window (of course it was barred) to see the sunlight. You remember a woman walking in with a few guards but the questions she asked were giving you a headache due to the fact you couldn’t remember. 

‘Do you know why the gem was given to you by your parents?’ 

You panicked. The red that painted your vision was not the only thing your eyes could see, but the blood of the guards that splattered across the room. The woman was rushed out of the room right before you could reach her but that only fueled you more. You had the chance to escape but the look on the woman's face sent you into this frozen state letting the rest of their team sedate you. You could of fucking ran. You could of left that fucking place but you didn’t. You were a monster and you didn’t want to be. You thought maybe them doing this could help you find your sanity but telling Victoria all this wouldn’t help you. It’ll only drag you back deeper into this hole you’ve dug. 

It’s been a few minutes since you arrived at the destination displaying a secluded house ran by more guards than you could count. Grabbing the blazer from the passenger seat, you exited the vehicle following Victoria to the front of the house. You adjusted the clothing when fear shot through your nose causing you to look up. 

“It’s been a long time Y/n.”

Your eyes widen at the woman standing on the porch before you. Shaking your head, your hand clutched your chest. 

“It was you.” You whispered, denial settled in your bones. How could it be? This Grace was the woman from the Red River trail. She wasn’t…Red River- 

“I know there is a lot to unpack here, so take a breather okay?” Grace took a few cautious steps down keeping a few feet away from you. You kept shaking your head when Victoria's eyes widened seeing the tears that brimmed your own. 

“No, I- I was little. I didn’t mean to kill those men.” Choking on the words that were struggling to escape your mouth. The woman next to you stood frozen at the vulnerability you exposed when her heart acted before her brain wrapping her arms around you. Her scent engulfed your nose sending your face to plant into her chest. Find a point. Find a point. Find a point- The drumming of her heart made your cries die in your throat. Sniffling, you stayed there. At that moment, you felt…safe.

“I know you didn’t mean too. It was not your fault on what Nina turned you into. You had no other route to learn.” Grace whispered inching towards you, Victoria placed her hand on the back of your head slightly scratching your scalp but she kept her eyes on the woman speaking. 

“Let me help you understand.” 

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A/N: So, the tattoos and the meaning behind them are actually mine. I have a sleeve of greek gods and goddess which I am in love with (Currently about to get an Apollo piece done on my chest). Thought it would be cool adding it to the story. (I was gonna add pics for reference but I'm shy lmfao)

[viloxity]

I thought of something more fanciful, like for example, a reader girl almost a baby who entered a dungeon forgotten by everyone and there she found Jinwoo, in my delusions he can transform into a kind of chimera dragon (You know with a human body even the torso and the dragon torso hahaha) At first Jinwoo doesn't pay attention to this girl, but she keeps coming to see him, so Jinwoo tells her that if anything she doesn't have anything better to do in this abandoned world.

She tells him "I don't have parents, nor a family, much less does anyone care about my existence... Are you like that too, sir?" And although she only sees her human half hidden in the shadows, she does not see her dragon half (Let's be clear that obviously Jinwoo can transform at will but for me he is a bit lazy for that hahaha. Returning to the topic, she frequents him a lot and he He lets her be, bored more than anything since he doesn't bother leaving his territory, he usually listens to this girl's ramblings and over time he takes a liking to her (although he doesn't say it openly) Then on another day he tells her that Why don't you just stop coming to see him? If you know it's dangerous, but she doesn't care and responds with another question: "Why don't you ever let me see you? I only see your eyes, which are beautiful and changing."

Jinwoo would sigh and would take a while to respond with "Humans don't understand my existence, much less would you, but you're strange... maybe one day I'll let you see me in full."

And everything would stay there but with the passage of time she stops being a girl and at some point she is a teenager, at this point she is the only one who knows this eternal and forgotten dungeon (not so much because she is the only one who remembers and always goes to see him) In the end Jinwoo is seen for the first time when she tells him that she may not come to see him anymore because the way here is dangerous for a civilian, although he is bothered by that and blames the few police in the place.

Laughing without grace, Jinwoo finally agrees to show himself after years in darkness, she would be surprised but she would only tell him how great she looks and that would be enough to make him sigh at how strange she is but not make him love her less. Neither of them knew that Jin-Woo would become obsessed with her when she gradually stopped visiting him because she was busy in her adult life trying to survive in the remains of humanity, which would upset him and make him go out for the first time (I forgot to say it). but it's a strange AU hahaha, it occurred to me, Jinwoo is also a shadow monarch, obviously his physical form is different)

I hope you liked my delusions, anyway, thanks for reading! Another fellow novice fanfic writer greets you (Cough! I've been writing for 7 years, I'm sorry! Hahaha)

MY FIRST ASK WOOHOO!!! and an amazing one at that, I really love your mind! I wanted to wait until I got the second part out but I don’t wanna ignore this since it’s passionate and lovely so here I goooo

exploring AUs involving Jinwoo is great bc there’s soooo much to do with him—especially bc of his power as a shadow monarch. It’s one of the reasons why I decided to do a ‘bad ending’ story in relation to the main story; like what if jinwoo did not want to side with humanity? it’s like the same idea here except he’s a more neutral figure and is unbothered by the world around him, therefore he plays no hand in it…. Except you come barreling into his life. It’ll start a domino effect the moment you speak to him, which he might realize later but it’s too late then. Perhaps he might do subtle things that display his dragon like nature—hoarding—and humanity. If he has a hoard of sorts, he would give you gifts from his prized possession. Normally, he would be angered at the idea of some pathetic lowly human touching his treasure but he feels warm at the idea of providing you with something he cherishes. You would initially protest—probably because it looked expensive—but his growls that nearly ripped the cave apart would zip your lips immediately. Your departure that day would be filled with immense amounts of ‘thank yous’ and he would just give you a begrudging ‘yeah, whatever; get out of my sight.’

After some visits, and when you say the final visit will be your last, there is a new feeling that bristles within him. The way that his claws get sharper, his teeth begin to bare, and his expression contorts confused him—never before in his mundane life did he act in such a way. It was different, deviant, and new—a sensation that excited him more than anything. He would recognize, then, in his own little world how he gave you a comfortable little place in it—a place that is always, always by his side. If he was quick enough, hearing your footsteps echo as you trekked down the mountain, he would give chase whether that be through his dragon form or his shadows. If you had already left as he sorted his thoughts, he would fly to your village himself and find you. You were a priority now; someone who deserved everything and he knew he would be the one to give you the world. No matter the cost, he would have you, and he would keep you.

I hope this did your story justice? Thank you for sharing !!

[hotnbloodied]

Yan!Scaramouche (Wanderer) X Reader

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

Setting: You are a young researcher who thought Scaramouche was super cool and knowledgeable when you first laid eyes on him, surely you can be friends with him right?

TW: Unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship, obsession, dub-con kissing

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!

He might not have stood out to other people during the Akademiya Extravaganza regardless though, people knew him around the Akademiya for his vast knowledge and the extravaganza was where you first learned about his existence. You were a young researcher yourself from the Vahumana Darshan so you looked up to him. You really wanted to get to know your senior a bit more so you asked around trying to see if you could meet him.

This doesn’t go unnoticed by Wanderer who confronts you one day. “What do you want?” He says in a slightly annoyed tone, “you’re going around causing a ruckus.” “I’m sorry! I just really wanted to meet you, you were so cool during the Akademiya Extravaganza that I just couldn’t help but want to meet you in person!” “Hmph, well, here I am.”

The two of you met up more and more as you loved hearing him talk about his vast knowledge, admittedly though his gloating sometimes was a bit much even for you. You started packing lunches for him as a form of thanks for him helping you with your research which he responded by saying it was ‘unnecessary’ only to leave a clean box each time. This went on for months and when your research paper was finally completed you celebrated by inviting him out to eat at a restaurant. “It was thanks to you that I was finally able to publish my paper!” “Hmph, it was nothing. Even an ant could have done it.” You laughed at his harsh tone, “I’ll be out of your hair now, let’s toast to a research well done!” He didn’t respond to that only to look pissed throughout the rest of dinner.

The next day he expected you to knock on his door again just like you’ve been doing for months but you never showed up. In fact for the next two weeks he didn’t see a hair nor shadow from you. It drove him almost insane to the point when he saw another researcher he knew he'd seen you giggling and conversing with before, he had to hold back on taking out his frustrations on them. “Hey you,” he called out to them. “Huh? Yes?” “Where is [y/n]?” “Didn’t you hear? Rumors say that they were called home to attend a marriage meeting.”

Scaramouche turned and walked away from the confused researcher. Marriage meeting? Then what were all those times when you praised him, when you brought him lunches, when you asked him about his day? Where they all lies? How dare you lead him on? The more he thought the more he fell to his delusions. Little did he know it wasn’t a marriage meeting, in fact it was only due to you being invited to attend your cousin’s wedding. By the time you were back in Sumeru city you missed being around the hustle and bustle. But since entering the city again you felt this nagging feeling of being watched which you brushed off as just being tired from the trip.

Right after you returned to your quaint little apartment someone immediately knocked on the door, much to your confusion. You were face to face with Scaramouche. “What are you–” before you could continue he pushed you to the ground, hand over your mouth as a strange wind shut the door behind him. Panic quickly made blood rush to your head as you looked up only to be met not with the usual smug aloof expression but one of devastation as tears flowed freely from his eyes. “Why did you leave me?!” “Huh…?” “If you were going to leave me in the end, why did you treat me like I was special?!” “Scara–”

Lips crashed with yours and sucking with such force that you thought he was trying to suck the soul out of you, it got to the point where your head felt tingly from not being able to breath well. After the intense make out session he clung to your body and wouldn’t let go. “It doesn’t matter where you go from now on…I will never leave your side.”

[fanficsformyfaves]

Hallway Crush

Kirby Reed x Fem!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Hickeys, FLUFF, Mutual Pining

PREFACE: Reader has always had a crush on Kirby, but what she didn't know was that the feelings were mutual

A/N: I'm appalled by the lack of stories for my wife

As if today didn't start off shitty enough with me being late, I completely forgot my laptop on the kitchen island.

"Are you fucking serious?", I whisper to myself,

Before zipping up my backpack and slightly slamming my car door closed. I start walking towards the building, when I get ambushed by Robbie and Charlie. I let out a surprised gasp and clutch at my chest.

"What's your favorite scary movie?", Charlie questions,

Pathetically attempting the Ghostface voice.

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys?", I scold,

Shoving past the two and making my to the front doors.

"You look good, (Y/N)!", I hear Charlie call out to me,

To which a return the favor with a middle finger.

"Oof, harsh", Robbie mocks,

Watching me walk away.

"Completely uninterested in your existence"

"No, man, she wants me", Charlie replied,

Unashamed of his delusion.

I finally make it inside and head straight for my locker. I take out the books I needed for my first class and shut it close.

"(Y/N)", I hear a familiar voice call out to me,

I turn and felt my heart drop to my stomach. I had a crush on Kirby Reed since I first moved here. From her blonde locks to her piercing eyes and rosy lips, it was next to impossible for me to think straight with her around.

I eventually snap out of my haze and look around to make sure she was actually speaking to me. I point to myself and she chuckles.

"Unless there's another (Y/N) I'm unaware of, then yes, I'm talking to you", she reassures,

I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and walk towards her.

"Hi"

"Hi", she greeted sweetly,

I smile nervously, pulling up the strap of my bag that was slipping off.

"What are you up to tonight?", she asks,

"Um, just studying. The calc quiz is coming up and I wanna make sure I ace it"

"Oh, pretty and smart. Good combo", she compliments,

Looking me up and down. I could feel my cheeks heat up at her comment.

"Thanks"

"Jill and I are having a party tonight and I was just wondering if you'd like to come"

I hesitate for a moment.

"Well-"

"But, if you're busy, I totally get it-"

"No!"

My suddeness catching her off-guard.

"I mean, I don't...have to study"

She raises her eyebrows at me.

"It's more of a refresher thing, but, I could always just skip it"

"Ooh, I like bad girls", she teases,

Was she trying to make me explode? Cause god-damn, she didn't need to try very hard.

"Sooo, I'll see you tonight? Eight thirty?"

"Yes", I replied,

Holding back a squeal that was fighting to escape me.

"Great. See you there", she bids farewell,

Walking off.

Did that actually just happen? Or did the crush I had on her for months finally start getting to me? Either way, I was definitely going to that party to find out.

~

The second school was over, I rushed home and immediately started getting ready. I showered, did my hair, make up and picked out an outfit that would definitely get her attention. I settled on a maroon bell sleeve top that perfectly showcased what it needed to, low waist jeans and converse.

Once I did a purse check, I head out and got in my car. I knew I got the right address, when I saw all the people hanging out on the front lawn. That and the loud music I could hear from the inside of my car.

Taking in one last deep breath, I parked and got out. With each step I took towards the house, my heart started beating faster and faster. The moment I opened the front door, I was instantly faced with a sea of people from school.

Being a freshman, I didn't know that many people yet, especially the seniors, who I was now surrounded by. I didn't particularly enjoy big crowds, so it came as no shock when I felt my anxiety kick it into high-gear. Maybe I should just go home-

"(Y/N)!"

Fuck, too late.

I carefully turn around and see Kirby nodding her head at me from the couch with Jill and Olivia.

"Come on", she says over the loud music,

I walk over to them and the three girls scoot over to make room for me.

"Glad you didn't skip out on me", she teased,

As I took a seat next to her.

"Of course not", I replied,

Shaking my head. She smiles and sips from her drink. All I could focus on were her lips and the way the wrapped around the cup. The same blush spreading across my face as before.

"You look really good", she says,

Dragging her eyes up and down my body, as I fought back a scream.

"You know, we've passed each other in the halls a bunch of times, but we've never actually spoken before...why?", she questioned,

It's not like I could've just admitted about being madly in love with her.

"I'm just naturally shy", I opt for the less embarrassing response,

"Well...you have no reason to be", she replied,

Raking her eyes up and down my frame once more, as I held back another scream that almost found its way out of me.

We spent the next hour just talking and stumbled upon our shared love for horror movies.

"Okay okay"

"Hm?"

"What the fuck is up that Chucky doll?", I ask,

Making Kirby almost spit her drink back out from laughing.

"Sorry!", I exclaimed,

Taking a napkin and wiping the corner of her mouth.

"It's okay, you're just really funny"

She looks back at me and it was only then did I realize just how close we had gotten. Inches barely keeping us apart.

"Boo! Get a room!", Olivia teased,

Causing us both to look over at them, whilst Jill burst out into laughter. Kirby shakes her head and turns her attention back to me.

"Ignore them"

I smile and discard of the used napkin.

"Well, I definitely need a refill, wanna come?", she questioned,

"Sure"

We navigate our way through the drunken crowd and found ourselves at the kitchen island.

"Want some?"

"Oh, I can't. I'm driving myself home"

That's when she pulls out a carton of fruit juice. I give her a confused look.

"You didn't think I'd be wasted, did you? Someone's gotta keep everyone in check. My parents would kill if me if anything happened to the house", she explained,

Pouring herself a new glass.

"Come on, indulge me", she jokingly challenged,

I grab one for myself and she did the same. I was now hyper-focused on her hands and the way they moved. It made my stomach flutter. I couldn't help, but chew nervously thinking about all the ways they could touch me, ruin me-

"(Y/N)?"

Her words ripping me out of my explicit thoughts.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"You totally spaced just now. What were you thinking about?", she sets her cup down,

Leaning closer towards me.

"Nothing", I say,

She tilts her head, unconvinced. My heart was beating so loud, that it was all I could hear.

"Are you sure?", she pressed on,

Taking my hand in hers.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. From the way she was looking at me to her thumbs rubbing up and down the back of my hand, it all became too much too fast.

Not wanting to prolong the torture any longer, I lean in and finally press my lips against hers, just waiting to see if she would kiss me back. Any doubts that I had left disappeared the moment I felt her free hand grab my waist to pull me in closer. Our lips moving in perfect sync.

It was even better than I could've possibly imagined. It felt like everyone else around us disappeared and we were in our own little world.

Eventually, she pulls away, biting back a smile.

"Finally", she whispered,

Making me chuckle to myself.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that", she admits,

Tucking a lose strand behind my ear. If she only knew. She takes a moment to scan the room, before looking back at me.

"Hopefully, I'm not being too forward, but...would you wanna go somewhere more private?"

I nod and she takes me by the hand, leading me up the stairs and towards her room.

The moment we step foot inside, she pins me to the door, using my body to shut it closed. We pick up right where we left off, only this time, our hands roam each other's bodies. I help her out of her jacket and she tugs at the bottom of my blouse, almost as if to ask for permission to take it off.

"Wait", I exhaled out of breath,

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just..."

She gives me a worried expression.

"I've never...like..."

That's when it hit her.

"You're a virgin", she relaxes,

I nod shyly.

"We don't have to do anything, if you're not ready", she reassured,

"No, I am!", I say,

"I just have no idea what I'm doing", I confessed,

She cups my face.

"Do you want me to show you?"

I felt myself melting at how soft she was being with me.

"Yes...please", I pleaded,

"Okay", she smiles,

Continuing to kiss me. Her pace was now tender and slow, not that I was complaining.

I pull my shirt off over my head, leaving my top half completely exposed for her to see.

"God, you really are perfect", she praised,

As I grinned in excitement.

I unbutton my pants and drag it down my legs, along with the underwear I was wearing. I'd never felt more vulnerable than I did in that moment. My arms instinctively go to cover my body, but she stops them, before they had the chance.

"Don't do that", she says,

Gently moving my head to face her.

"You don't have to hide anything from me"

She kisses me and her hands leave my face, finding their way down the rest of my body. They settle on my bare chest, squeezing my mounds, as I quietly whine against her lips.

Kirby chuckling at how sensitive I was.

Eventually, her kisses trail down my cheeks, till they met the skin of my neck.

"So good for me", she mumbled,

Going lower and licking circles over my now hardened buds, as I sigh in satisfaction. She then made her way down my stomach, till she was on her knees, spreading my legs apart.

"Can I?", she questioned,

As her hungry eyes stared up at me in anticipation, to which I nod.

"I need to hear you say it", she whispers,

The things she did to me by simply just talking was more than enough to make me come undone right then and there.

"Yes", I answer,

Causing her to flash me another one of her signature smirks, before diving into me. Her lips wrapping around my pulsing bundle of nerves, as I gasp at the contact. She slides her fingers up and down my slit, spreading the mess she was making of me.

I could already feel my knees going weak.

"You taste so good", she praises.

Finally having had enough with the torturing, she gently slips her digits into me, pressing earnestly against where I needed her most . A surprised gasp fleeing out of me as a result.

Not wanting to risk hurting me, she started of slow and cautious. Treating me like like a fragile piece of glass that could be shattered even with the slightest touch.

"Y-You can go faster", I reassure,

Making her look up at me. Her eyes were filled with so much tenderness, that I couldn't help but fully surrender myself into her hands.

That was all she needed to hear.

She picks up the pace and began to go faster and faster, as my fingers intertwine themselves with her golden tresses. Each moan and whine only encouraging her to continue her ministrations.

It didn't take long for my knees to start buckling from how weak they were. Noticing how my legs were about to give out, Kirby pulls away, making me whine at the loss of her touch.

"Come here", she says,

Taking me to her vanity and sitting me down, before getting back to what she was doing. Eventually, my walls begin to tighten around her and she went harder and faster.

"K-Kirby"

"You're so close, baby. Do it for me", she whispers.

It was like a knot in the pit of my stomach just snapped apart, as a flood came rushing out of me and onto her welcoming tongue. I've had orgasms before, but...nothing like this. Maybe it was the fact it was someone else and not just myself or maybe she was just that good. Either way, I wasn't gonna complain.

I take a moment to catch my breath, while she swallows me down and wipes off the rest. Kirby then gets back on her feet and kisses me.

"You are the sweetest person ever...literally and metaphorically", she teases,

Making me giggle against her.

"Hey"

"Mm?"

"Feel free to say no, but...would you wanna try something else?"

"You mean like...return the favor?", I ask,

About to go down on my knees, when she stops me with chuckle.

"No, trust me...we have all the time in the world for that", she says,

"But for now, I was thinking..."

She takes my hand and led me to her closet. She slid the door to the side and dug through her clothes to find a box. Once she opened it up, a delicious chill ran up my spine from what I found, waiting inside.

"Is that-"

"Jill and Liv got it for me as a gag-gift for my birthday", she explained,

Taking the strap on out.

"But what they didn't know was that I would be putting it to good use"

I bite back a smile and look back up at her.

"Do you want this? Cause, if you aren't ready-"

"I am", I cut off,

"I trust you"

She grins and I eased any remaining doubts she might've had with a kiss.

"But...", I pull away,

"You're wearing too many clothes for my liking", I joked,

Making her laugh to herself.

I helped her out of the shirt, bra, jeans and thong she was wearing, before tossing the items of clothing into a pile in the corner.

She was breathtaking, almost...unreal. Every dip and curve on her body made my heart beat even faster than it had before.

"What?"

"Nothing, you're...beautiful, Kirby", I say nervously.

She smiles and takes my hand.

"That makes the two of us", she smiles,

Taking me to the bed and carefully laying me down.

"If at any point, you feel uncomfortable"

"I won't", I promised,

"But if you do, please let me know, okay? You're gonna feel pressure for the first few seconds"

"I know. I trust you"

"Okay", she says,

Leaning down to kiss me. As we did, she settles between my legs, before wrapping them around her waist and reaching down to grab the toy. Her free arm going under my back to scoop me up and pull me in closer.

She rubs up and down my slit and eventually pushes in slightly with her hips. The sensation making me tense up as a response.

"Don't do that", she whispers,

Soothing me with soft circles she would draw on the skin of my spine.

"It'll make it hurt", she warns,

"Deep slow breathes, baby"

I do as she says and finally relax in her grasp. She continues to push deeper into me and eventually found the sweet spot waiting for her. I let out a gasp and cling onto her for dear life.

"There she is", she praised.

She gives me a moment to adjust, burying her face in my neck and kissing the warmth of my skin, while mumbling sweet nothings into my ear.

Once I was ready for more, I let her know.

"Y-You can move", I whine.

She nods against me and slowly starts moving her hips back and forth. It was a feeling unlike any other, but it wasn't painful, like I thought it would be. It was actually quite the opposite.

Finally getting used to the feeling, I urged her to go faster by bucking my hips up.

"So needy", she teased,

Picking up the pace and thrusting into me faster and harder.

With the long-forgotten party carrying on outside, the desperate moans and sounds that escaped me were all disguised by the chaos from beyond the door, as the smell of sex filled the room.

As it was only my first time, it came as no surprise to me when my orgasm began to build up quicker than I wanted, which Kirby obviously noticed by how much harder she had to ram into me with how tight my walls were wrapping around the strap.

She hurriedly reaches down and rubs fast circles on my clit, only making me cry out even louder.

"So fucking cute like this. Let me have it, baby. Cum"

Those words were the last thing I heard, before I was thrusted over the edge and consumed by the warm embrace of my climax. I let go, screaming her name over and over like it was the only thing I knew how to.

She gently pulls out, as the new-found emptiness left me wincing.

"Shhh", she comforted,

Laying back down and pulling me onto her bare chest. We laid there for a moment, catching our breaths and using the sound of each other's heart beats to ground ourselves.

It wasn't an uncomfortable silence that took over.

It was the kind where there was so much more being said without words, than if there were. From how her fingers lightly traced my spine to the kisses she would press against my cheeks and the way she held me like I'd slip right out of her hands said more than any superficial post-sex conversation ever could.

"Think you could spend the night?"

"My parents are out of town, so I don't see why not. Why?", I asked,

"Well, it's pretty late and um...I wouldn't want my girlfriend to be home alone", she replied,

Causing my eyes to widen, as I sit up to look at her.

"What did you say?"

"I don't want you to be home alone?", she tried to play off,

"No no no no no, you called me something"

"Oh...you mean my girlfriend?", she admits,

"Well, don't you wanna be?"

"Yes!", I squeal,

Diving down and crashing my lips onto hers, as she laughs at my excitement.

"About time, don't you think? I mean, I've spent years obsessing over you", she smiles,

Tucking my hair behind my ear.

Unbeknownst to Kirby, the feeling was always mutual.

[noparadiseinthis]

English is not my first language. Bear with me, Grammarly helps, but it doesn't work miracles

When I realize I'm still human

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/fem!Reader

Warnings: Gaz vaguely mentions the kind of violence in his work. Apart from that, just pure cuteness and fluff.

Summary: Gaz comes home at dawn after a mission and finds you asleep on the sofa. The reason surprises him.

"Thanks for the ride, Johnny," Gaz said as he closed the car door, putting one of the backpack straps on his shoulder. "Drive carefully."

Inside the car, Soap rolled his eyes at the show of concern, but with an affectionate smile. "I'm the careful one, kid." And with that, he pulled the car away with one last wink before driving off, causing Gaz to snort in disbelief before entering the building.

The clock on the desk of the doorman who greeted him gave away how late it was, crushing all his hopes of kissing you and eating with you before going to bed. A hot bath would have to suffice, at least he had someone in his bed waiting for him.

It was his first mission since you decided to move in together, and as long as he could see your face and hold your warm body against his to remind him of all the good things that existed beyond the evil he saw and did at work, he could fall asleep with a certain peace.

He climbed the stairs quickly and quietly, always a little tense about using the elevator after returning home. Images of all the chaos, destruction, and violence he had seen kept flashing through his mind, and he swore he would leave it all behind as soon as he walked through that door - or when he turned off the shower - just as he swore he would never let any of it influence his relationship. Outside, he was Sergeant Garrick. For you, he would always be Ky. And Ky wouldn't wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares that disturbed your sleep.

He smiled when he noticed that the door was locked, even though there was a 24-hour concierge at the residential building. My clever girl, he thought, pulling the keys out of his pocket with a sigh as he prepared to enter the house for the first time in weeks.

What he saw inside, however, was not at all what Kyle had expected. The lights were all off, but seeing in the dark was second nature, and he could make out a silhouette lying on the sofa in the living room. He frowned, his hand instinctively going to his hip, where his holster was until he realized that he knew that form curled up under so many blankets. He sighed in surprise, locking the door again behind him and approaching silently.

His assumption was confirmed when he saw your face peeking out from under the mountain of blankets you always slept under, which brought a smile to his face when he noticed how familiar it looked. He couldn't resist crouching down and raising his hand to gently caress your face. Why on earth were you sleeping there? On that old sofa that was begging to be replaced, where your back would surely ache, and not in the bedroom, in the very comfortable king bed you helped choose? He barely noticed when your touch woke her up.

"Ky?" you asked, rubbing your eyes and wondering if it was another one of your sleep delusions.

"Hi, pretty girl," he said, with a huge smile opening up, his thumb tracing your cheek "What are you doing sleeping here?"

You gave a shy smile, leaning closer to his touch and trying to smell him. If you had been more awake, you would have jumped into his lap and showered him with kisses, but there, at that moment, that sleepy comfort was all the reassurance you needed.

"It didn't feel right," you whispered, "sleeping in bed without you. I couldn't relax without you by my side. So I came here."

Kyle's eyes widened a little, his heart swelling inside his chest. Although he felt guilty knowing that you were hurting yourself because of him, he couldn't help the warmth that took over his body. The one that said he had a home, someone who loved him and was worth fighting for, doing all the things he did.

"God, I love you."

You laughed softly, holding his cold hand against your cheek and leaving a small kiss on his wrist. "I love you too, brave boy."

"But now, it's time for you to sleep in the proper place, young lady." Kyle said as he stood up and put his arms around you, lifting you with covers and all. Instead of the natural instinct to run away, you clung to him and buried your face in his neck, wanting more of your boyfriend's warmth that you'd been denied for the past few weeks.

"Hmm, Ky..." you moaned appreciatively as he carried you effortlessly. "I've missed you.

"I thought about you all the time," he whispered as if it were a secret.

The walk to the bedroom was short, and when he set your body down carefully on the bed, you stubbornly wrapped your arms around his neck and chest as he tried to get up.

"Doll, I'm dirty; I have to shower."

"No, later." you moaned, almost like a petulant child, reinforcing his grip from which he could escape if he wanted to "Stay with me, Kyle.". But he could never deny you anything.

Gaz let his body relax on the bed next to yours, pulling you against him as he had dreamed of for so many lonely nights, and in his sleepy state, you pulled the blankets up to cover him, too, his body much colder than yours.

"Always, but I don't want you sleeping on that sofa anymore, baby. I'll give you a massage in the morning." He whispered against your skin, stroking your back.

"Anything you want, Ky, but I'm the one who's going to give you a massage."

"No, baby, whatever you want. Now go to sleep, I'm going to stay here".

With soft kisses being planted on your face, you fell fast asleep. And with your loving body pressed against his, Kyle soon followed you into the dream world, happy to have remembered how good it was to be human.

(A/n): I love my boy Kyle and he doesn't get enough love. This was my first time writing for COD

[offdacabsav2]

We’re All About to Die

Chaos.

Destruction.

Fire.

Screaming.

Alcohol.

Cheering.

Friendship.

And a celebration to end the world.

Inside the bar were the teams SSSN, CFVY, RWBY, and the newly formed RENO. If you weren’t getting shit-faced you were about to.

Yang danced and shouted atop the counter, Blake and Ruby egging her on. That attracted most attention inside the bar. SSSN lingered, partying away the dread. Oscar stay locked inside Ruby’s swaying grip. Nora sat on Ren’s shoulders, spurring him to run wild around the building.

Emerald and Yatsuhashi chatted with a noticeable slur. Coco interrupted every now and then with a miserably-placed flirt or joke.

It seemed as if everyone enjoyed their delusion.

However, there were two characters that remain absent.

Weiss weaved through the crowd, excusing herself if she bumped into someone.

Yang: “Weissy, Weissy, where have you been?” The blonde nearly stumbled, her grin lopsided as she held onto Blake and a cocktail.

Weiss: “Watching over you all to make sure something stupid doesn’t happen.”

Blake: “No fun in that,” She responded, downing a shot.

Weiss: “Well, one of us has to be a responsible adult. Anyway, where’s Jaune? Have you seen him?”

Ruby: “Balcony!” The Huntress yelled over the commotion, pointing to an open door that let in the night.

She glanced warily at her friends gorging themselves in delirium, but peeled off to find him.

It required a certain amount of grace to maneuver around the drunkards, whether they be on the floor or flailing their arms about as they danced.

There existed a noticeable lack of anyone near the open balcony that allowed a chill cold in.

She peeked outside, getting a glimpse of blonde hair tainted by white streaks on a couch.

Weiss: “Jaune?” She asked, fully exiting the party.

Jaune: “Hey,” He responded with a small grin “Thought you were enjoying the festivities.”

Weiss: “Festivities, I’m not sure I would call it that I never inherited my mother’s taste for alcohol. Besides, parties aren’t my thing.”

He exhaled, a half-hearted attempt at a laugh.

She gingerly sat next to him on the soft couch. Cozy enough to hit the hay in mere moments if it wasn’t for the icy wind and her heart beating faster in his presence.

She cleared her throat before speaking.

Weiss: “You’ve been avoiding us for hours.”

Jaune: “Parties aren’t my thing.”

Weiss: “Yes, but… Jaune…” Her icy sapphires locked to his blue eyes.

The Ice Queen’s expression faded into a frown.

Jaune: “I know. Just wanted some time to think.”

Weiss: “Am I interrupting?”

Jaune: “Interrupting some negative thoughts, so I definitely prefer you to stick around.”

Weiss: “Do you want to talk about it?”

She stared at his painfully blank face. No sign of emotion behind it.

Jaune: “No,” He replied softly.

She wouldn’t say it was tension between them, but more like situational tension.

A clock on the wall ticked to a new hour.

One hour closer.

Weiss: “It seems unfair.”

Jaune: “What?” He asked.

Weiss: “People with aura can avoid hangovers. Unfair to the people without aura, don’t you think?”

Jaune: “Maybe, but there’s a reason Yang’s a party animal.”

She chuckled at that.

A solemn chuckle.

She checked the clock again.

Jaune: “Me too. I’ve been watching time trudge by since I got out here. Swear to God tonight has lasted 18 hours.”

Weiss: “Just restless, I suppose.”

Jaune: “We all are.”

The party raged in the background. Weiss observed it, seeing mostly chaos. Amidst the chaos, Nora danced with Ren, tears running down her face as she smiled.

Jaune: “At first, I wanted it to last forever. Then I got sick of waiting.”

It shocked her how blank his tone sounded. It scared her more than the sunrise.

Weiss: “There’s still so many things I want to do,” She admitted, subtly scooting closer to him.

His peripheral caught her movements. He smiled.

Jaune: “It is unfair.”

She looked up at him.

Still, he faced the clawed moon.

Weiss: “I wanted to say thank you…”

He faced her.

Weiss: “… For helping with my family. I feel like I’m finally experiencing what that is supposed to be like, and I have you to thank.”

Jaune: “All I did was get you guys together. Everything else was you.”

Weiss: “My mother was so inappropriate, talking about how handsome you were.”

Jaune: “Really?” He nodded, contemplating something.

Weiss: “Never been more embarrassed.”

He hummed, leaning back.

Jaune: “She free Saturday?”

Weiss: “Jaune!” She reprimanded with a playful slap and a failed grimace.

Instead, she felt her smile widen as his charming grin appeared for the first time in… a long time.

Jaune: “You know I can’t help it. Older women flock to me.”

Weiss: “Worryingly so,” she bumped his shoulder, using it as an excuse to shorten the distance between them.

Jaune: “What about you?”

Weiss: “What about me?”

Jaune: “Are you free Saturday?”

She felt her insides tumble and fall onto a trampoline, constantly propelling them up and down.

Yet, dread set in.

Weiss: “Saturday’s a long ways away,” She said, her excitement dying slightly.

Jaune shrugged.

Jaune: “Guess we’ll just have to power through the week, huh?”

Weiss: “Is this another one of those conversations where we talk, but we don’t actually talk?”

Jaune: “What is there to talk about?”

Weiss: “A lot, Jaune, a lot.”

Jaune: “I don’t know. Fear’s gotta way of clearing your mind.”

Weiss: “My mind doesn’t feel very cleared.”

Jaune: “I could help.”

She nearly stammered on her next words.

Jaune: “Y’know, it’s always super easy to tell when you’re blushing.”

Weiss: “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Jaune Arc. Frankly, I think you have truly lost it.”

Jaune: “Just saying,” His gaze returned to the moon and a swaying, blood red forest. “You cleared mine. I believe in returning favors.”

Weiss: “I believe you’re a dork.”

Finally, she worked up the courage to fully press herself against him.

Jaune: “A charismatic dork, for sure.”

Weiss: “Sure,” She teased, laying her head against his shoulder.

The Arc lifted his arm. Weiss suddenly panicked, thinking she had taken it too far.

However, her fear was erased once he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close.

Now, her head lay on the side of his chest, moving with his breathing and taking him in.

They remained this way for an unknown amount of time.

Jaune: “There is a lot of things I want to do,” He finally spoke, his voice vibrating against her ear.

Weiss: “Like what?”

Jaune: “This was on the bucket list. Safe to say it’s been crossed out.”

Weiss: “Anything else on your list? Anything… more than balconies and scenic views?”

Jaune: “It’s certainly a possibility. Man, if only I could remember.”

Weiss: “Sounds like I need to clear your head again.”

The Ice Queen adopted a suggestive smirk as she separated from his hold and sat forward to face him.

Jaune: “I think it goes both ways.”

He inched closer, feeling her permanently frosty breath dancing across his face.

Weiss: “Perhaps,” She replied, stopping mere centimeters from him.

Her eyes glanced between his eyes and lips.

Jaune, however, never lost sight of her eyes.

Jaune: “I want this to last forever, and I’m sick of waiting.”

The two closed the distance as the clock struck midnight. Their moon glowed bright, illuminating more than it ever had before.

Weiss’ hand came to rest on his face, bringing him flush to her body.

Neither wanted to stop. Letting go might have resulted in time speeding forward.

So, Weiss decided to cross a star off her personal achievements.

Weiss: “You haven’t asked about my bucket list.”

Jaune: “Kinda forgot as soon as we kissed. But, what else is on yours?”

Weiss: “I distinctly remember there being a vacant bedroom upstairs. I tested it and the walls are practically soundproof. Coming in and out.”

Jaune: “You’re telling me you mapped this out? All of it?”

A bark of laughter echoed on the porch. It developed into a long series of cackling.

Weiss: “Oh, shut up and follow me.”

Jaune: “I’m flattered, I really am.”

The others watched the two vanish behind the door to a stairway, knowing looks being passed around.

Yang: “Round 7, send ‘em my way!”

The moon fell and, eventually, the sun rose.

[russelhusselhobbs]

I don't like "responding" to the freak because I'm sure it fules it and it's delusion that this is a game of cat and mouse or that somehow, despite my begging to be left alone and constantly blocking them, I am the harasser. However I won't let you guys think any donations I get go into cosplay, or anything frivolous, so I feel I must address this.

Quick recap I have a stalker who is a pathological liar and narcissist. You can look at it's own tag to see all the victims of harassment it has. (#haupkmn #tricksterexe) and on my main (#stalker) Double disclaimer I don't use She/her.

Firstly, anyone who knows me knows that any accusation of racism or transphobia has zero legs to stand on. This is almost too stupid for me to address. What station calls harassment seems to be whenever someone who doesn't like them simply exists. I've desperately tried to have no contact with them. That's not harassment.

Now to this part. It's very very hard for me to ask for help. Especially financially. This is why I usually do it on my sideblog. I don't think it's shameful for someone else to rely on the kindness of strangers, but for me? It's incredibly hard. It's why I don't go into full detail of my situation on any of them. I don't want people to pity me or know how bad it really is. It's almost kinda favorable that someone would think it just goes into cosplay or some shit. But I struggle to feed myself weekly, I have to take ubers to work. It racks up. With my job not paying great and my mother constantly taking hundreds of dollars from me, I'm not doing fantastic financially. I will be moving as soon as I can, and thank God I am moving in with someone who understands and will help me build my savings back, but it's not easy escaping an abusive parent. I'm not even sure how I'll do it without a huge commotion, and honestly, I'm scared. Anyway. All this to say, please block and ignore station and all of it's blogs. It just wants to hurt me because it can't control me. It will never control me.

If anyone would like to help me out here's my post:

Thanks for reading.

[sophieinwonderland]

Hey, as a system with schizophrenia, I really dislike your take on schizophrenia for a few reasons, I’m not here to attack you, but there is a massive problem with how many systems talk about schizophrenia and other psychotic disorders:

1. Schizophrenia is seen as rare, you say it is not, but that’s not factually true. Schizophrenia is seen as a rare disorder. 2. The reason schizophrenia is over diagnosed is not because doctors want to put patients on more drugs, this is a common conspiracy theory in anti-doctor spaces, we have personal experience of medical malpractice and being forced on schizophrenia meds, it does happen, but that is not why it’s over diagnosed. It is over diagnosed due to it being the most common label, as much as it sucks, many doctors don’t know about the schizospectrum or other psychotic disorders, schizophrenia is just a “easy” diagnosis to give. Another reason is due to things like ableism, sexism, and racism, schizophrenia like we said is seen as a “easy” label to give to certain symptoms that can overlap in plurality and other disorders, it also is heavily villainized.

3. Saying it’s to make more money for drug companies can actually be dangerous for those with psychotic disorders, many people have delusions about how their meds are evil, or doctors are out to get them specifically, it’s one we have a lot of struggles with, and directly hearing things like that made us stop taking our meds which was extremely dangerous.

Like we said we aren’t trying to attack you or anything but that kind of take can be extremely dangerous and lead to things like sanism, or anti-doctor conspiracy theories

Thanks for your offering your perspective. And I'm sorry if the post was poorly worded.

Let me say in advance that I don't want to push any type of conspiracy theory that doctors are corrupt and are intentionally misdiagnosing people for money.

While there may be rare instances of that happening, I think the larger problem is more about where we research and what we prioritize. There's an old saying that if you give somebody a hammer, then every problem looks like a nail.

And well, when we primarily invest in teaching about Schizophrenia and other psychotic disorders, doctors are more likely to see problems as being related to those.

I think we're in agreement actually about the cause. The reason is that it's an easy label to give.

But the reason the label is easy to give is because it's primarily what doctors are taught about. But the reason it's primarily taught about is because there is money in it, which encourages research into it over less-profitable disorders.

I don't think doctors are malicious. I think they're human. They just happen to be humans who have been given a hammer and see way more nails than exist.

Schizophrenia is seen as rare, you say it is not, but that’s not factually true.

In my experience anecdotally, schizophrenia isn't treated as if it's rare. Of course, maybe it just seems like it's treated as more common than it is because it's something that we're used to, as my host's father has it. So we naturally hear about it more often.

But I do notice differences in how people talk about it compared to DID, and what really exemplifies this for me is the Cleveland Clinic, which considers Schizophrenia to be somewhat common at 221 in every 100000 people. (0.221%)

Meanwhile, dissociative identity disorder isn't common with 1.5% of the population having it.

The statistics they're using suggest DID is more than 6 times as common as Schizophrenia. Yet it "isn't common" while Schizophrenia is "somewhat common."

I'll note that this is probably a low estimate for Schizophrenia and a high estimate for DID. But it's still wild to me that they use this language about which is common and which isn't based on these numbers.

[banterspam]

[summary, i go on a long nerdy ass delusion filled manhunt for a sick ass bart allen impulse figure and win]

Okay so basically I got my first paycheck from my job and i was looking to treat myself to something cool and was scouring for sick dc stuff. Lately I've been into figurines and shit so I've been looking at them on google and ebay.

I was originally thinking about getting a robin figure and I kinda went down a rabbit hole and learned about porcelain figures which are super freaking cool but anyways I saw that there was a young-just-us set (robin, superboy, bart) and as i was freaking out over the set

I went, oh my god i want a bart figure so bad--and so i went on the man hunt for the coolest impulse figure!

This one's really cool so I was planning to get it

until

BART????? HES SO COOL HERE HOLY CRAP

the website this figure was placed on had the words 'Bart Allen 2000s action figurine, $13.99' so of course i clicked on it because omigosh i need it. Yea so anyways that website was blank and i felt my digital information being drained out of my soul so i closed that out.

But damn that figure is so freaking cool.

and thus i went on a manhunt, screaming, kicking, throwing hands!

Ngl I was actually going insane becauuuuse, this was the only image i could find ANYWHERE (i was praying it wasn't a custom for dear life. hint: it was!)

I almost gave up until i realized i was stupid and there literally was the creators watermark all over the image LMFAO (ironcowprod.com)

So i open the page and go through alllll of his figurine images

let me note that I have become fully aware that I could definitely not buy this bart BUT i just really wanted a sign that the figurine i've been going crazy over exists

so basically im scrolling an scrolling and scrolling annnnnd

Nada. No sign of life at all.

Okay maybe me being heartbroken sounds like an overstatement BUT I REALLY WAS OKAY!

Impulse kinda has a cult following; most people know this character but aside from a few dedicated fans there really isn't any merch specific to him (which upsets me because i love to blow aggregious amounts of money on characters i love lol), so I was really excited to see such a cool figure for him that someone poured love into!

After going through all of ironcow's figurine sections i decided to give up on my search, but, I made one final last ditch effort.

Half heartedly i typed, "ironcow impulse"

Clicked search and HOLY SHIT I FOUND IT WHATTHEFU

I swear in this moment the world gave me a high five.

The figure was created on March 18th, 2000, and it was awesome.

GOSH HES SUCH A COOL GUY

I was super excited just seeing the figure, just admiring it ya'know?

Then i read the description

Oh okay so he didn't make it from scratch and used another as a model haha cool

but what are the chances that base model from the literal year 2000 is still around haha

what.

WHAT.

so guess who has experience: painting figurines, using magic sculpt, and sanding down weird shit for funsies.

Anyways theres a figure in my cart and im ready to paint :]

(Thanks anyone who read through all of this LOL, the figure im making will be heavily based off of iron-cow production's and they are super freaking cool like seriously their work is just inspiration heaven so please please for your sake check out their page it's awesome!)

[forgot-how-catflap-works]

Breaking News: Half-baked compromise proves shitty and divisive

Businesses trialling the four day work week have found it ineffective and unpopular, a new report has revealed.

Companies across our great nation participated in a trial of the four day work week, but employees report being just as tired and sick of their grinding existence as usual. 

It’s not the reduced hour work week campaigners have been advocating for, but rather a watered down version that sees people just working longer hours over fewer days. Literally something no one asked for but it’s the best you’re going to get so maybe smile and say thank you. 

“The longer days mean I’ll have two existential crises by lunch instead of just one,” reported Michael Hingecroft, a corporate compliance officer at Hostile Takeover Inc. “I start my day at 8am and don’t finish until 6pm. I’m so tired by the end of Thursday that I just sleep the whole weekend away. Before I know it, I’m back at the office and the robed figures from HR are chaining me to my desk again.” 

Totally Unbiased News heard from several other desiccated husks like Michael after Labour revealed it plans to strengthen workers rights by offering more flexible hours. 

“I was looking forward to spending the extra day at home with my kids,” said some crybaby who’s name we didn’t get. “But my entire life passed me by. It turns out they’re in their 30s now and have all flown the nest. I’m also divorced. I had no idea. When did that even happen?” 

The arrangement has been well received by employers however, with big businesses heralding it as masterclass in pretending to make susbtantial changes but actually doing fuck all.

“It’s great,” said Carol Lunchmeat, a spokesbabe for sustainable energy firm Frack Me Harder. “By offering this lukewarm compromise, we can easily prove that no one wants to work a four day week and so we can finally put the issue to bed. People should be working more hours for less money, not fewer hours for the same amount. That doesn't make a lick of sense. How are we supposed to hoard enough resources to survive total climate collapse if our drones are slacking off?” 

During a press conference held within a hermetically sealed dome so none of the plebs can get their filth inside the halls of power, prime minister and self-described socialist Sir Keir Starmer called his own party’s proposals a “communist delusion that will destroy the nation with its blind idealism”. 

When deputy PM Angela Rayner clarified that under the proposed changes employees would “still be doing the same amount of work”, Sir Starmer offered his wholehearted support to the proposal. 

“This is the kind of limp wristed policy that will be our legacy,” said the prime minister. “Ineffective, uninspiring and unambiguously aligned with the interests of capital. There’s plenty more where this came from, mark my words.”

In response to the announcement, Reform leader Nigel Farage MP said, “*****, those ********. I’ve never seen so many ******* in one place. Who lets these filthy ****** in here? Someone get my rifle.”

A representative from the Green Party also said something, but we weren’t listening and nobody wrote any of it down. 

Campaigners for the four day work week argue that committing to a wholesale reduction in hours will increase revenue, reduce employee churn rate, and is better for the mental and physical well being of workers 

“The data is there to support not just compressed hours, but an overall reduction in the hours worked,” said four day work week advocate Lesley Cimble. “On average, companies that trialed the full proposal saw a 35% increase in revenue and 57% decrease in staff leaving. Not to mention 71% reduction in burnout and 39% reduction in stress.

"We do not advocate for the half-baked compromise of compressed hours. It does almost nothing to change material working conditions, and seems more concerned with appeasing big businesses than supporting workers’ rights or fostering sustainability.”

However, the black clad anarchists that hang around outside our offices said that even this position doesn’t go far enough. 

“In his book Bullshit Jobs, anthropologist David Graber found that 37% Americans felt their jobs were completely meaningless,” yelled one of the hoodlums through an open window. “Obviously we’re talking about the UK here, but we share the same economic system that pedestals a protestant work ethic and values profit above all else so it's a fair comparison. 

“We should acknowledge that roughly a third of all labour is expended on pointless bullshit. What a catastrophic waste of human life. That in itself should be justification enough to completely change our ways of working. We shouldn’t need to appeal to the motives of big business by saying this will make them more money. That’s an ass-backwards approach that only further entrenches the profit motive as the primary driving force in poli–”   

Fortunately Nigel Farage was visiting our office at the time to reveal his upcoming collab with Elon Musk to deport all foreigners to Mars and was able to shoot the anarchist dead in self-defence. 

"It's ****** season," he said as he produced his flensing knife and descended out to the street.

(Inspiration: Does working a four day work week make you happier?)

[somacruising]

TALES OF THE RAYS: ION’S 3RD SKIT (ENGLISH TRANSLATION)

This is a direct continuation to Sync’s Side.

Since Ion’s side was finally put up on the Rays Wiki, I can actually take a crack at it now.  Here is the Ion side of the skit released with the debut of his xMA \ Dual Mystic Arte with Sync. I got the screenshots from 八雲貴大 on YT.

    [ SYNC AND ION ARE LEAVING THAT MEETING ]

Ion: How do you think that went, Sync? What did you think of Ix’s gathering? * どうでしたか、シンク。イクスサロンの感想は。

Sync: It was a waste of time. The end result of thought experiments and harboring delusions is a mental breakdown, isn’t it? That’s what the Necromancer is for. 時間の無駄だね。妄想と思考実験のなれの果ては精神の崩壊ってやつなんじゃない？こういうのは死霊使いの得意分野でしょ。

Ion: Hehe… フフフ･･････。

Sync: What? 何？

Ion: Jade said something very similar to you. He said: “Don’t you think you should take a break from your bad thoughts and pay attention to where you’re going?” ジェイドも同じようなことを言っていましたよ。「下手の考え休むに似たり、もっと足下を見た方がいいのではありませんか」って。

Ion: Jade doesn’t have much interest in the humanities. ジェイドは人文科学には興味がないそうです。

Sync: How about that. Well, I’ve already thought about this plenty while I was falling into the Planet’s Core. どうだかね。考え尽くして一度深淵にでも落ちたから避けてるんじゃないの。

    [ LUKE AND LIBERA ENTER ]

Luke: —What the hell are you guys talking about? The meeting is over and you’re still talking about hard stuff. ――何だよ、お前ら。サロンが終わってもまだ難しい話をしてるのかよ。

Sync: You poor thing. You were made with a degraded brain, it’s natural you find this kind of talk difficult. 可哀想に。お前は脳みそが劣化して生まれたからこの程度の話を難しく感じるんだよ。

Libera: Sync, it’s not good to tell people they’re inferior! Anise said so. シンク！人に劣化なんて言ったらダメなんだよ。アニスが言ってた。

Sync: Shut up. We’re not people, anyway. We’re replicas. うるさいな。どうせ相手は人じゃなくてレプリカだ。

Libera: Replicas are people, too. Claire told me that we all share the same heart that thinks peach pie is delicious. Now, apologize to Luke. レプリカも人なの。クレアが言ってた。ピーチパイのことを美味しいと思う心は同じなんだよ。ほら、ルークに謝るの。

Sync: I told you to shut it. *sighs* Whatever, I’m sorry for telling the truth. うるさいな。あーあ、本当のことを言って悪かったね。

Libera: Sorry, Luke. Come on, Sync. As a reward, let’s get some sweets from Nevan. ごめんね、ルーク。さ、シンク。ご褒美にネヴァンからお菓子をもらおう。

    [ LIBERA BOUNCES TOWARDS SYNC ]

Sync: I already told you, quit yanking my arm! You’ll dislocate— だから、腕を引っ張るな！肩が―――

    [ SYNC IS DRAGGED OFF SCREEN ]

Luke: …That Sync, he’s the same as ever. ･･････シンクの奴、相変わらずだな。

Ion: I agree… Or, well, I do think that Sync might have changed a little. そうですね･･････。いえ、でも少し変わったかも知れません。

Luke: You think? そうか？

Ion: I think that Sync would have refused to even be in the same room as me back in our original world. 元の世界にいた頃のシンクなら、僕と同じ空間にいることすら拒絶したのではないかと思うんです。

Ion: But now, Sync seems to be starting to make compromises with himself. けれど今のシンクは、少しだけ譲歩してくれているように感じます。

Luke: I guess that’s because we have no reason to be hostile anymore. 今は敵対する必要がないから、とかかな。

Ion: Yes…that might be right. そう･･････なんでしょうか。

Ion: I don’t know exactly why he’s changed, but I’m glad. I feel like Sync is starting to find more meaning in being himself, rather than just being another one of our original’s replicas. 理由はわかりませんが、嬉しいです。シンクがシンク自身に、被験者イオンのレプリカであるということ以上の意味を見出し始めているような気がして。

Luke: I hope so. I feel like I’m starting to finally feel like I am who I am because of my friends—you and everyone else. そうだといいな。俺は仲間が―――��オンやみんながいてやっと、俺が俺であるって思えるようになったから。

Ion: Including me? But I haven’t… 僕も、ですか？僕は何も･･････。

Luke: What are you talking about? You’re super important. 何言ってんだよ。イオンはすげえ重要だぜ。

Luke: After all, no matter how many replicas there are of Ion, no matter how many Luke replicas were made, you and I are the only ones who met in the Cheagle Woods. だってイオンが何人いても、ルークのレプリカが何人いても、チーグルの森で出会ったのは俺とお前だけなんだから。

Ion: !!

Luke: That’s what makes you special. だからさ、特別なんだ。

Ion: You’re right. You and I are proof of each other’s unique existences. Thank you, Luke! はい。僕たちはお互い、唯一無二であることの証明者ですね。ありがとう、ルーク！

* NOTE: the actual term Ion uses is “Ix’s salon”, which confused me until I found out that a salon can also be an “informal gathering of artists at a notable figure’s house.”

[macfrog]

“You really think that’s gonna happen? You think your kid’s that much of an asshole?”

YES I DO. Duckie is my favourite person to ever not exist 😂 the chaotic good. I love them 🩵

Not me low-key hoping that Joel would return early from his six month anniversary dinner 👀 and I’m in agreement with Joel here, who has a six month official dinner outing? To each their own I guess 😅

I love how everyone seems to think Vanessa is like nice enough but I’m getting the vibe from even Tommy that folk think she’s very….. vanilla (nothing wrong with that, no shade at all). Like yeah she’s nice and she’s kind and the timing of everything sucks but there’s just a niggle there that no one likes her?

Honestly poor gal but at the same tiiiiiiiime and to quote reader…….. just back off 😂 I was howling, reader is doubled over retching outside Joel’s house and Vanessa pipes up iS eVeRyThInG oKaY? No Vanessa how about that take your bolognese outta here. (Have to say, I’m on a sick day today and just as I got passed that part my dad came and gave me tomato soup - thankfully I’m not currently suffering the same aversion to tomatoes but it did make me laugh)

ANYWAY MOVING ON. Joel you bad bad man (but also please omg let me live in this world my delusions have set in BAD with this one). That kiss at the end? End me. I can already picture the chaos that’s going to be going on in Joel’s mind whenever he hears. Has the funeral happened already? Is it due to happen the next day? This timing is INSANE Duckie and I love you even more for it.

Apologies for the rambling, I am so in love with this story. Thank you thank you thank you for writing it and sharing it!

🩵🩵🩵

reader is doubled over retching outside Joel’s house and Vanessa pipes up iS eVeRyThInG oKaY? HAHAHAHAHAH

we are agreed one hundred percent on the vanessa thing. she's just so fucking...lukewarm. BORING. duck could kick her ass i know it

aaaaahh never apologize for rambling there are few things i love more than your rambles! thank you so so much for reading. and get well soon!!!! 🍅🤍

[maddyshome]

Heyyyyyyy everyone, im in the mood to hate on something so yeeeey lets analyse getou suguru's natal chart 😋

warning: dni if you are a hardcore getou fan that thinks he is a innocent puppy that did nothing wrong. or crazy mad satosugu fan. im not here to feed your delusions. go somewhere else. thank you.

Someone here wanted me to drop his chart. Well well well here you go. Have fun with it:

hahahaah sucks to be a getou fan for yall because im right and this dude is trash.

Ok so Mr. fascist here is an Aquarius with a Taurus Moon. The neverending revolutionary with the conservatist mind. Clap everyone. 👏👏👏

Right, Aquarius people are well known for going off the path, lets say, they prefer to make their own rules in life. I think most have serious ego issues because they think they are smarter than anyone else, but that's another topic for another day. The good side of aquarius, i can't see it, but it is said they are clever, analytical, progressive and innovative. I think, from the bottom of my heart, that Getou is the exact opposite definition of the word clever. He, not only demonstrated a lack of self awareness, but a really concerning lack of intelect because what the fuck was his plan? To kill all non sorcerers in this whole world? There is no universe where that would solve any problem ever. First of all, it would be impossible to kill all non sorcerers in a matter of seconds. Which means he would need enough time and resources to do so. Time will generate cursed energy created from the negative feelings the still living non sorcerers feel after finding out their friends, families etc were basically wiped out. Naturally genocide will generate immense cursed energy and that means curses powerful enough to wipe out groups of sorcerers. A natural disaster if you want to call it like this. So how exactly is this a solution??

Now lets say he somehow manages to kill all non sorcerers. Existing sorcerers are a very small number of the population. That would mean humanity could be at risk of extinction. So their efforts would go to procreating right? Hmm I wonder how the women in that society would live like. Baby making machines? I wonder.

But what if a baby of two sorcerers is born without jujutsu, so a non sorcerer, as it is shown in the story that is possible, is he going to kill that baby? Hmm? Its fine right? Thats not murder or anything.

ANYWAYSSSS sorry sorry i will stop here. what do i know, im just a dumb pisces 🤕🤕 lets go back to astrology.

His Taurus Moon is opposite his Scorpio Pluto. A Moon-Pluto opposite means he struggles with the themes around Moon (emotions) and Pluto (power, control). I would say its a sign for a person who wants to be in control over other people, groups, classes. Like someone at work who wants to have a higher position than you. Because they want to feel powerful, not because they feel they are responsible to support and manage the team. You know? Like how a leader should feel?

Funnily enough, these people do get higher positions. No matter if we like it or not. His other aspects with the Moon are surprisingly good. So dude knows how he feels. He is fine with expressing his feelings.

Now Getou here would be a great con artist. I'm looking at Neptune when I'm saying this. He has a lot of conjunctions with Neptune. This planet can be a dream, but it can also be a goddamn nightmare. Neptune is the ruler of the mystic, of the spirit, the fantasy. But it is also the ruler of illusion, deception and lies. His Capricorn Neptune has aspects with all of his personal planets. Mostly conjunctions. They can go in any direction. Positive or negative. Conjunction is the closest aspect between two planets. It just means their energies are intertwined. He has Mercury, Venus, Mars, Saturn, Uranus conjunct Neptune. The Mercury(mind)-Neptune conjunctions can indicate someone that has a veryyyy easy time telling lies. They do it naturally because they believe it. Some lie enough until it becomes their truth. They live in some form of lala land where anything they make up is true. Now, for anyone with some experience in astrology, this looks exactly like the chart of a cult leader. I mean seriously lmao.

He has a Mercury-Venus conjunction too. So if you combine it with his Mercury-Neptune conjunction, he is a sweet talker. That's how he attracts people. He knows what to say, when to say. He knows who needs what to hear. So if he knows that then vulnerable people are just easy prey. Why? Because vulnerable and lonely people always want to find a place to belong. Someone that understands them. That soothes their pain. And he can be that someone. For anyone.

Normally I would say Uranus is the most important planet for an Aquarius, but Mr. fascist has too much Capricorn energy for me to dare say it. Nope. His dominant planet seems to be Saturn (its the traditional ruler of aquarius so yey im still right).

In astrology Saturn represents limitations, obligations, responsabilities and authority. Saturn blocks anything it touches with the goal of teaching discipline. It is a harsh planet but if a person learns Saturn's lessons then they are one step closer to enlightment. I think Getou failed Saturn. Just like Gojou failed Jupiter.

Anddd Im done hating for today yall. Cheers. And rest in pieces to getou, you dumb fuck. im so glad to know i would be an enemy. goddamn right. (yuuta n yuuji are pisces sup gang)

[bitchbot3000]

✨ Fic Authors Self Rec ✨

Rules: Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass this onto other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Thanks @firecoloredwater for the tag 💜 Tbh, I'm still trying to be more active on tumblr but I'm not very good at it, so if I end up tagging people who've already done this, we'll just pretend I didn't 😌 @silverutahraptor @insomnikat-mused You're up next?

Now, on to the recs...

A C I D U L A T I O N

Megumi / Sukuna | Explicit

This fic feels a little weird for me, I can't get a clear view of it because I wrote it over a space in time where I felt like something was changing in the way that I write (still in it, tbh), but there are parts of it I'm really in love with, even if there are a few that feel iffy as well.

Zen’in Megumi is an amusement. Something to toy with; twist and squeeze and bend until he breaks. He is also a threat, a rare and sincere one, and the thought of what he might become—more than just promise, more than potential, more than the mere possibility of being brought to heel—is perhaps the most tantalizing idea Sukuna has come across in all his years spent languishing amongst the chaos he creates. Unfortunately, something still holds Megumi back. Or rather, he still holds back something within, and Sukuna cannot fathom why he allows himself to go to such waste. Megumi breaks the monotony of Sukuna's lifestyle of lavish violence with his potential to become a worthy opponent. Sukuna will see that said potential is realized for the sake of his own amusement, and wring whatever else he can from Megumi in the meantime.

W H I R L W I N D S

Hashirama / Mito | General

Okay, honestly, this fic was SO outside of my typical box. It's sweet, it's soft, it's not explicit in the least, and it's canon abiding! And yet? It turned out to be one of the most naturally flowing things I've ever written. It was for an event that had a limited word count, so in retrospect, there are a few things I'd like to let breathe more, but it's not the end of the world, I'm still very happy with it.

Mito’s mother has been gone nearly a month. When she returns home, she returns with many stories to tell of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Hope colours more of her words than Mito might have expected for a land so recently war-torn, and when she dismisses everyone from their company for evening tea and hands Mito a scroll sealed with the stamp of the Leaf, she understands that it was for her own sake.

N O W A N D F O R E V E R

Aemond / Lucerys | Explicit

I fell into and back out of this fandom at light-speed which is probably for the best cause honestly, it looks like a hot mess, HOWEVER, I'm very glad I wrote this first. It's horny, the writing flows well, and it has incest! What more could you want?

All his life, people have looked at Lucerys and seen only what should be, rather than what is. Here and now, he can choose what others will see when they look his way.

M O S A I C E Y E S : R E M I X E D C 1

Fem!Izuna / Tobirama | Explicit

A few of you have probably read Mosaic Eyes, the Remixed series is essentially a series of unconnected "alternative" chapters, each written as if a scenario from Mosaic Eyes had taken a different turn. The first chapter was a total indulgence in making Tobirama the worst version of himself that exists in my head, and I've always been very pleased with how it turned out. He's a HUGE bastard. Enjoy.

“I think,” he crouches in front of her, takes her jaw in hand and squeezes until he can feel the bruises blooming under her skin, “that before you are your brother’s sister, you are my wife. You can scream from the rooftops that your husband has violated you and be ignored. You are my property to do with as I please, have no delusions about that. Your brother may take issue, but so long as you are alive and in my hands, there’s little he can do without risking you and your life is the one thing he will not take action against.” “You would ransom my life to continue raping me?” “I would have a wife who behaves as one.”

U N B O U N D S E R I E S

Multi | Explicit

Alright, last but very much not least, this series is my baby. Which does make it a little bit insane that I haven't published anything for it in about a year and a half.

When Naruto ended, I hated the epilogue, and I spent years afterwards considering what might be a more fulfilling ending for the characters. Eventually, this series took shape and I ended up with an outline totalling about 60k (rip). I wrote the first part, published it, and then life happened.

Now, I'm actually pretty glad for the delay, because the story definitely lacked direction and depth and it was going to be way too long for those not to be staples. I've done an unreasonable amount of revision to the outline, and I'd like to revise part 1 a little bit as well, and then get back to writing this in the new year once all of my other WIPs are done and dusted.

When the chaos of war has abated and the dust settles, there's nothing left but rubble and ash. All they can do is rebuild. A large-scale alternative epilogue.

[1moreff-creator]

Congratulations on finishing the David video ! I hope that my well wishes helped you through the process ...Now how long is that therapy bill--

Well thank you! Indeed, those well wishes and those of everyone else sure did help.

Oh, so you wanna know the therapy bill? As in, everything that drove me insane while making it? Here you go!

CW this may come off as a bit of a vent post at times but it’s not actually serious. I’m perfectly fine. I’m perfectly fine. I’m perfectly-

>David as a character being really complicated. This son of a bitch has been my main source of stress over the course of- how long have I been working on this again? I don’t even want to think about it.

>I thank the gods I already had some editing experience because it would have been hell to edit this otherwise. It was still hell, but at least I knew my way around it a bit.

>However, I was rusty at the start, so the editing style fluctuates somewhat noticeably through the video. This isn’t really bothersome for viewers I think, but it annoys me conceptually.

>The audio at the start of the video is bad and I am not fixing it at this point, you all are just gonna have to deal with it. It isn’t unbearable, and it gets way better, but y’know.

>Also I had to get over some performance anxiety that I just don’t like my voice too much if you can just imagine Min’s voice instead of mine that’d be great-

>Ehem-

>Numerals, footnotes, tally 5, all the things that drove me insane before I started making the video.

>Altdrdt was also a small heart attack because what if something about it changes something about the MV- Thankfully nothing can really be connected, so we’re fine.

>Speaking of small heart attacks, the editing software I used (Lightworks free edition) occasionally crashes for no apparent reason, and while I always knew it wasn’t a problem, I did always worry I would lose a lot of progress whenever it happened, so you know, stress.

>Footnote 11. Fuck that one in particular.

>Footnote 8’s non-existence too. At this point I really hope it just doesn’t exist so I don’t have to adjust the explanation I gave for it.

>The world of abnormal sentiment dances. Why is that code so fucking unsolvable tally 5 got solved in like 48 hours-

>”Original”. I don’t feel like color-coding it here, but you know what I’m talking about probably.

>Actually color theory in general. It’s a really good theory, but I have to mention it literally all the time and it drove me insane.

>Language theory too. Why does this MV require knowledge in Japanese I am so done.

>The pronoun “wagahai.” Between this and the Milgram Mikoto “boku/ore” thing I am going to become an expert in Japanese first person pronouns.

>The nursery rhyme “Goodbye triangle, come again square,” and how it’s changed for LGI. I didn’t read into it took much, but just finding it was enough of a headache.

>The line where Xander says David is “just as human as the rest of us.” And y’know, “No Longer Human” and all that. Stop trying to get me to ship Xanvid because it’s gonna work eventually. (It already is).

>Everything is a fucking Hamlet reference. There are eight in total. Sometimes you’ll see a line that’s literally a sentence long, you google it and oops! It’s fucking Hamlet again! “I did love you once, you should not have believed me”, “call the noblest to the audience”, “the purpose of playing is as twere to hold a mirror up to nature,” etc. In fact, there’s a chance you don’t even know what that last one is, because it’s almost fucking translucent in the “clown clown let’s go off and engage in self-delusion” scene.

>Speaking of difficult-to-notice things, the arrow pointing at the Mai portrait in like one frame of the “God is dead” thing. It was pointed out to me after I edited the explanation of that numeral, which is just hilarious, isn’t it?

>I accidentally fell down the LGI rabbit hole while researching too. I ended up falling in love with the character, Ayaka Tsujima, mostly out of Stockholm syndrome, and all the songs are extreme bangers. None of them are on Spotify and I want to cry.

>”Even if you cry, make noise, …” First chorus.

“Even if you cry, make noise, …” Second chorus.

“Even if we cry, make noise, …” Third chorus.

Why is it different? I have an answer in the video, but it sure dealt 12d4 psychic damage when I realized that!

(Is that how psychic damage works? I don’t know I’ve never really been into tabletop RPG.)

>Could J and Whit stop making themselves look like the masterminds please? Veronika too but I don’t think that can really be stopped.

>Xander’s missing eyepatch in the one scene, and the theories which came from it.

>All the lyrics and all the background text augh. It’s so much.

>Why is Min only mentioned like once and very briefly I wanted to gush about her for at least half the video but I could only talk about her for like a minute at most I am so mad.

>The tunnel scene, the tunnel scene. There are so many literary references and none of them really seem related and I don’t think anyone understands my struggle.

>Fucking “””Diana””” in that one scene. How is a character we have three frames of driving me so insane?

>Did you know Socrates, the philosopher, was very Shidou Kirisaki-coded? I learnt that while researching for this video!

… I don’t know how we got there, but it is referenced in a visual gag in the video.

>The David MV was sorta my gateway into Milgram, so you can probably count that as part of the brainrot it inflicted on me as well.

>The amount of times I would google some author or book and the first search result was fucking Bungou Stray Dogs. It wasn’t a big deal but it always amused me.

I could probably continue, but that’s enough for now. Yeah I’m about to single-handedly make a therapist’s entire career.

Anyways, take care! Because I sure need to!