#like moved just about everything and she got pissy when someone got in the way :(

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Hey Lover!

[selarina]

continuation to this

so, that night gojo satoru leaves with no jacket and half a broken heart and for the first time since he was 12 years old, he takes a sip of alcohol as he slouches against his home bar.

it's bitter, and it tastes a bit too much like soy sauce for his liking but he sips and sips until he sees the engraved "S.G" inscription at the bottom of his glass.

"hello, husband," a voice comes from behind him, interrupting his sob fest.

and for a moment, for dumb little moment, he thinks it's you. the voice sounds nothing like you though, it's far too high-pitched, but he's dreamt of this far too much for him to imagine someone else calling him husband.

aya tsukino materialises next to him, and seats herself on a seat beside him. she moves with a certain a quiet sleekness that he barely caught her moving from behind him. or maybe, he's finally out of it. "excited for the wedding, then?" she deadpans as she pours herself a drink.

"thrilled," he parrots back, merely a barren echo of emotions.

there's more truth in this room than there's been in your shared room for weeks. because it's simple really— gojo doesn't want to marry her, and aya couldn't care less as long as she got the money his family had.

before they had even exchanged any words, it was clear that they had this silent agreement that the two of them had little to do with love and everything to do with societal expectations and status.

as gojo attempts to take another sip from his empty company, he can't help but replay the events of the evening in his mind. your anger, and the way you stood up for the love you believed in. it'll haunt him for the rest of his life.

he wonders if you'll genuinely come to understand that he did have you in mind when he left you. he doesn't want you to be a mistress, a dirty little secret. he's seen how it broke his mother apart. how could he wish the same fate upon you knowing how his mother's life ended?

you're strong, and he believes you will persist and he will see at the end of his life sleeping grey and old in his bed as he stares at the way the sunlight hits your laugh lines.

but he also remembers the way you cried in secret. he never brought it up, he never brings it up. he was just waiting for the day you'd be comfortable enough to cry in front of him but for now, he settles for meaningless presents he brings afterwards to wipe off the blue from your face.

he places his glass down with a clink, and he hears a resembling clink from aya. "i'll ask you this only once, gojo satoru," she speaks up. "do you want this marriage?"

"i never wanted this marriage," his reply is immediate.

"of course not," she says. "i meant, do you still want to go through with this?"

he doesn't respond. the both of them know the answer to that, it's written all too clearly on his soppy little face.

"what if i don't," he finally speaks. "what about your money? your status?"

"my money..." she feigns to ponder. "as someone who's always sought out money, i can tell you one thing about it. money, it comes and it goes. i'll find another way as i always do," she says. "i will be fine."

"your father—"

"—is a terrible man, who will go on his pissy campaign against me but i hope it's not presumptuous of me to expect you to come to defence when needed. you know, for all the trouble?"

he chuckles with no mirth. seems trouble is all he's capable of causing the past few days. "of course," he responds.

aya smiles, she supposes there's one benefit of having the strongest sorcerer as her ex-fiancé. she stands up, as she pulls her coat snug against her body as she prepares to leave. "besides, you're not the only rich high-status man in town, you know?"

"well, they're not all me," he replies. his smug demeanour returning to him like it's breathing a new life into him.

"wow, a bonus too," she chuckles.

"and who was that handsome man with you on friday? blonde, glasses, chiselled like a—"

"nanami kento," he replies with a grin.

"nanami kento. is he rich?"

"not as rich as you," he replies. it's true. he's rich, he worked on wall street after all and nanami is a smart man, he has so much in his savings account, it's enough to feed an entire nuclear family. why he saves up is something that's beyond gojo.

"well, he's handsome. tell mr. kento i said hello," she smiles facetiously.

"tsk, fine." he grins again. "get out of here."

-

it's been a week since you heard about the wedding falling apart. and since, you've been hearing about it daily, almost hourly if you're being honest. after all, you're at the centre of it. it only makes sense.

there's a whole slew of narratives running around, cheating, money laundering, even murder. but the most popular one was about how aya was the rosaline to your romeo and juliet. gojo's as romeo as he comes — handsome, influential and maybe a bit endearingly dumb but you fail to see how you're juliet. she was rich, influential, beautiful — everything you've been starkly reminded that you are not.

but everyone's talking about the romance of it all and you haven't heard from gojo himself so it's strange to take their words to mind or heart. you ignore them, forming a ready-made response sheet in your head to every possible question you encounter across the week. they become white noise, as you go through your day like a pre-programmed robot.

but that changes on a hot, dusty afternoon as you're sitting in a cafe, awaiting a man you were advised against seeing, and he's late. of course, he's fucking late. he broke up with you and he has the audac—

he walks in. he looks exhausted, lankier than usual, and there's a cruel part of you that likes it. to know he looks as miserable as you've been seeing. there's the other, familiar part of you that wants to run your fingers against his sensitive eyes as you feed him with the warmth of the diner's food.

but you do neither, you neither smile nor frown. you sit in place as you wait for him to come and sit opposite you.

"hey," his voice sounds gravelly. "i'm sorry i'm late."

"nothing i'm not used to," you reply with a glare as you cross your arms.

his hands reach for the menu as he plays with the edges of the paper. he always orders the same breakfast meal from this place. he must be nervous.

"i... i wanted to talk to you," he starts. "i want you back."

"excuse me? you can't just—"

"i'm willing to do anything. anything. if you want to take it slow, i understand. if you want to take your time, i understand. if you want me to get down on my knees and beg, i understa—"

"do it."

his eyes widen, you can tell — even though the black glasses are blocking his eyes, you can tell. it only lasts for a split second, because you blink with contempt and he's beside you. on his knees, as he stares up at you. he barely stares up at you — he's so tall, he's almost eye-to-eye with you. but even so he hunches his back, makes himself small.

"i'm sorry," he says again, as he takes off his glasses placing it onto the table in front of you. his eyes are alarmingly blood-red, and it takes every muscle in your body to hold back from running your fingers over his. "like i said, i'll do anything. just pleas— take me back."

you stare, and he stares back at you. you're too lost in the way he looks at you — at your mercy — that you miss the strange and baffled looks from people around you. and when you finally do, your cheeks flush with heat.

"okay," you say. " please, get up now."

"no, let me— let me stay," he says. pleads. "just let me stay until you take me back."

"fine," you sigh, as if there was any real objection from your side. "get up now."

"really?" his blood-red eyes gleam, you could almost see a tinge of the vibrant blue coming back to life.

"yes," you groan as your hand grip his elbow. "i was willing to be your fucking mistress. did you really thin— i would say— mmpph"

and just like that he's up, sliding next to you on your seat, as he kisses you. you're ashamed to admit that your first thought was the idea of getting kicked out for public indecency but your second thought was about how you think you could stay like this forever. despite the public gawking at you through mean and baffled stares.

"i'm serious about doing whatever it takes," he says, sincerity laced in his voice. "you shouldn't let me get away with this lightly."

you smile. "I hope you mean it," you reply. "and i won't. i’ll make you work for it, just a little."

he nods with a smile, "anything. i'll make it up to you."

"you have to do the chicken dance," you say, seriously and firmly.

"what?"

"you have to do the chicken dance. right now in the middle of the diner and i'm taking a video," you pull out your phone. "and... i'm sending it to nobara."

his eyes widen, almost like he's feeling actual fear. "not nobara," he gasps. "but she's so mean, baby."

"well, you said anything."

he sighs. gojo looks around the crowded diner, his tall frame rigid and tense. he glances at you, then at your phone, and finally resigns himself to the absurd request.

"fine," he mutters, standing up from the seat as he begins flapping his arms and doing a clumsy version of the chicken dance in the middle of the diner.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Oh my god they were roommates

barbie dolls:lily Evans x you

word: 2.4k ish

summary: your roommate lily had a hard day so you treated her right

warnings: lily has a tongue piercing, you're called Gay by narrator (me), you suck girl dick, lily is trans I said so I'm right you're wrong (/j), noodles mentioned, lily cums in your mouth and you slurp that shit up like a 7/11 slushie, I got sleepily can you tell when, lily uses the toilet while your brushing your teeth idk if that bothers you just check out after they stop banging, I think that it you really just give lily some head and pass out, lily is a ceramic teacher

You had first been a little worried moving in with some rando, but within minutes you lost most of your anxiety. The longer you spent with your lovely roommate, you learned more and more about her. You two quickly became less roommates and more roommate-friends. Her name was Lily Evans. She had fiery red hair, a beautiful laugh, perfect posture, and extremely kissable lips. In a perfectly roommate-y way, you were probably in love with her. She was so kind and so smart. You could go on and on but you were on a time crunch. Less daydreaming, more cooking.

Lily had some particularly pissy clients today. One almost threw a slap of clay at the wall, a couple broke up while she was trying to teach them how to throw a bowl on the pottery wheel, a group of teenage boys asked her if they could make bongs, and someone had the audacity to try to mansplain her own profession.

Lily had called you while she was eating her lunch, telling you everything. You nodded along, giving her all the support. She hung up after her lunch break, you quickly jumped up to your feet and started scittering around the apartment. You did her laundry, folding it gently, and placing it into her dresser. You vacuumed and swept, took out the trash, went out and bought all her snacks, organized them on her bed, and began making her favorite for dinner.

You jumped slightly at the sound of her keys, turning around with the box of pasta like a deer caught in headlights. Lily stared at you, holding onto the strap of her purse. She stared at you blankly, looking between the box and your face. You felt underdressed. Still in your pajamas, while Lily was in her put-together outfit, with a few clay splotches.

“Hi.” You whispered. She jerked her head.

“Hi?” Lily hung her keys in their place, muttering and keeping eye contact as she did. “What are you doing?” You shrugged, glancing back at the boiling pot of water and simmering pan of Alfredo sauce.

“Making your favorite dinner.” Lily jutted her bottom lip out at you.

“That’s sweet,” Lily whispered. She sniffed at the air before turning back to you. “Smells like Clorox?” You nodded.

“I cleaned. And did your laundry, among other things.” Lily stared at you awkwardly.

“Why? Is someone covering over?” You shook your head.

“You had a hard day. I wanted to make you feel better.” Lily whined at you, looking close to tears. She quickly pulled you into a tight hug, crushing the pasta box slightly. You huffed, patting Lily on her back. You heard her sniffle. You tilted your head slightly, gently pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I think I’m going to go cry in the shower now if you don’t mind,” Lily whispered, pulling back. You nodded. She left toward her room as you turned back to the pot, dumping the noodles in.

“Did you like buy all the snacks I like and drop them on my bed?” Lily asked. You glanced over your shoulder.

“yeah, I did do that.” Lily pressed her lips together. She nodded. Lily disappeared into her bedroom again. You continued making dinner. You glanced up at the sound of her slippers dragging across the floor. Lily had a new outfit and a towel in her arms, all wrapped up in her green robe. She stopped by the oven, placing a kiss on your cheek before leaving to the bathroom. You thought about how most friends didn’t kiss, cheek or otherwise.

You heard the water turn on, stirring the pot. You thought her lips on you more as you continued making dinner. You thought of them lower, on your neck. You thought of them on your shoulder as she pulled your shirt off. You thought them on your hip as she pulled the waistband of your pants down. You thought of them as she pulled your underwear down with her teeth. You thought her painted and chipped nails as she gently pulled your legs apart. You thought of her staring up at you as she kissed your inner thigh. You pulled the pot off the stove, taking it to the sink. You dumped it into the awaiting strainer.

You thought her hands gracing over your bare back with the sun shining through her curtains with small flowers embroidered on them. You thought of her holding onto your hand as you walked through the grocery store, trying to find what you needed to finish a last-minute baking project. You thought of her hands rubbing up to the back of your neck, down to your shoulder blades, and back again while you fell asleep on the couch. You thought of bringing her lunch at her studio. You thought of braiding her hair into her nighttime pigtails with her eyes struggling to stay open. You wanted more than just sex with her. You wanted more than just friendship with Lily.

The water turned off, just as you were plating dinner. You were setting down your two plates on the small round table across from each other. You set out two glasses of water in Lily’s favorite cups. Lily came out of the bathroom soon after that in her pretty pj set. You both ate dinner, debriefing about the day. Lily thanked you a million times. You were able to brighten her moods though, her laugh bouncing off the walls. Lily helped you set the plates in the dishwasher. You both moved into the bathroom, brushing your teeth in silence. Stood around a single sink dipping your heads down to spit like the drinking bird toys. You sat on the closed toilet lid, digging in the bottom drawer for Lily’s comb and detangling spray. You ignored whatever she was doing over the sink, focused on trying to find the matching hair tie to the one in your hand. It matched her pj set.

After you found both hair ties, you left to the couch. You sat down, setting out her comb and detangling spray to the side. Lily joined you soon after, sitting down on the floor in front of you. You gently sprayed all her hair, before combing through it. As you moved through the motions, splitting her hair, and braiding the two parts, Lily told you about the conversations she overheard at her work. Just as you finished the second braid, Lily turned around. She smiled at you.

“I switched out my tongue piercing, look.” Lily opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. In the middle of the pink was a pretty little green ball. You nodded. You wanted to run your tongue over hers.

“ ‘s cute.” She nodded.

“Right?”

“We should make out sloppy so I can play with it.” Lily stared at you, a small grin pricking at her lips.

“What?” You shrugged. Lily tilted her head.

“I was just joking. you know, platonic validation and all that.” Lily sat up, leaning against your thighs.

“Cause, you know, if you wanted to-“ She trailed off. Your breath caught. You would’ve exhaled but she would’ve heard the uneasiness.

“Well, I mean if you’re offering.” Lily nodded.

“Oh, I'm offering.” You glanced around the room, now sitting in the silence of two roommates who are most definitely gay for each other. Lily pulled herself up onto the couch next to you. Lily paused a moment, staring into your eyes. Lily asked if you were sure. You couldn’t want something more. You pressed your lips to hers. You were quickly heating up, her tongue slipping past your lips as you pulled her up onto the couch. Lily straddled your lap, holding on to the back of your neck. She nipped at your bottom lip. You ran your hands up her thighs, squeezing at them. Lily seemed to enjoy that, grinding down into your lap. You let out a breathy moan. She muttered your name. You pulled your head back, staring up at her.

“I'm not having couch sex with you, my room is like four steps away.” Lily pecked your lips before standing and sticking her hand out. You latched onto it following her as she led you to her bedroom.

“Four steps too far.” You whispered, not really wanting her to hear you. Lily looked back at you and rolled her eyes. You were shoved onto the bed in seconds, Lily straddling you again. You brought her lips back to yours. Lily pulled at the hem of your shirt, breaking your kiss. She dropped the shirt behind her. You gently pulled at the bottom of her pajama shirt. Lily smiled at you, raising her arms. You pulled the shirt over her head dropping it off the edge of the bed. You trailed your kisses down her neck, leaving behind a few marks on her clavicle. You pulled one of her nipples into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it as you pinched the other.

Lily whispered your name. You decided you wanted that sound to be engraved into your skull. You slipped your hands under the bottoms of her thighs. You flipped her over, her back hitting the mattress. You pulled yourself over her. Lily smiled up at you as you kissed down her stomach. You met her eyes as you dragged your tongue over the edge of her shorts. She nodded at you. You gently pulled her shorts down her legs before tossing them away. You returned to her stomach, kissing her underneath her bellybutton. When you pulled your face back, you could see her bulge through her thin cotton underwear. You lightly kissed it, feeling her hips jut upwards.

“hurry up with it, don’t tease me,” Lily whispered. You tsked, dipping your fingers into the band of her underwear and pulling.

“Isn’t that half the fun?” Lily quickly grabbed the nearest pillow. She swung her arm and smacked your shoulder. You pulled her underwear past her knees as she set the pillow back. She maneuvered her legs, helping you slip off her last layer. You flung the underwear somewhere over your shoulder as you leaned back down. You lightly blew air between her legs, seeing her stand up more. You gently pressed your lips to her tip, staring up at her. Lily groaned. You pulled her legs over your shoulders. You swiped your tongue over the bottom of her length before pulling her into your mouth fully. Lily moaned as you swirled around her tip. She dropped her hand to the back of your head. As you continued to bob your head, you slid one hand under her leg to massage her balls.

Lily pushed her head back against the mattress as you licked around her tip again. She squeezed her thighs tighter around your head. You moaned around her length. Lily muttered your name as she got closer. You pulled off her, kissing her tip. You dragged your tongue up the side of her dick before drawing her into your mouth again. You moved your head up and down faster, making her breath quicken. You kept your hand between her legs and your mouth on her cock as Lily got closer. She kept one hand on your head as the other trailed to her own nipple.

She tweaked it as she felt herself fastly approaching her climax. Lily jutted her hips up, pushing her length further into your mouth. Lily moaned your name under her breath as she came in your mouth. You swallowed, slowly pulling off her. You licked at her tip, catching the last bit of her cum, before swiping at the corners of your mouth with your thumb. You pressed your thumb into Lily’s mouth. She swirled her tongue around the pad before you pulled her into a kiss. Lily gripped your hips, pressing you against her. You stuck your tongue against hers, feeling her piercing. Lily moaned at the taste of herself. You fiddled at the piercing with the tip of your tongue. Lily pulled back, spit smeared around her mouth.

“Keep kissing me like that and we might have to go again.” You smiled and pecked her lips. You gathered her an outfit from her dresser. You soon after that pulled Lily into the shared bathroom. She used the toilet while you brushed your teeth. She changed into new pajamas before joining you at the sink. She started brushing her teeth as well. By the time you finished, you sat on the toilet lid, watching her. Lily was so beautiful, her moans sounded so beautiful too. As she was rinsing her mouth you felt a craving for something sweet.

“Ice cream is good aftercare right?” Lily spit out her water into the sink, looking over at you. She nodded.

“most definitely. And we could watch another episode of our show.” You excitedly nodded. Lily dropped her toothbrush into the holder.

“Roommates who also give head can cuddle on the couch, right?” you asked as Lily walked with you to the kitchen. She thought about it as she pulled out the ice cream and two bowls.

“Are we still roommates?” She whispered.

“my head game was so bad you're kicking me out?” Lily snorted as she scooped ice cream into the bowls.

“No I just mean, do you want us to be more?” You sighed. You shrugged.

“I think maybe that’s a question that I can decide in the morning when I’m thinking about something other than you.” Lily smiled sweetly at you, handing you your bowl. She gently kissed your lips.

“When are you not thinking of me?” You scoffed, walking behind her to the couch.

“Oh it's practically never, but it might be easier to make important decisions when your moans aren’t ringing my ears.” You whispered as took your first bite of ice cream.

“Are we on episode 7 or 8?” You rolled your eyes at her before informing her you were on episode 9. Eventually, you both finished your ice cream, setting it on the coffee table. You crawled into her arms, laying on top of her as she traced shapes on your back. You both fell asleep in the living room with your show on. In the morning you’d make hard important decisions, tonight you were just doting on Lily.

[merge-conflict]

this is not a suicide letter

a/n: prompted from the writer's of night city server* for the song razor's edge by william control

Johnny wakes with no memory and an ache in his head serious enough to warrant a place on the scale: somewhere between his fourth car crash and that ’09 bar fight in Atlanta. He wants someone to put him out of his misery, but he’s not entirely opposed to the idea of living, if he can find something to dull it and lie back down to sleep.

It’s too much effort to open his eyes so after a few tries he gives it up, breathing even and trying not to think about the disgusting furry sensation inside his mouth. Any moment someone will come and bother him, but until then he will lie here motionless, as close to insensate as possible for as long as possible.

The plan works flawlessly, until his phone goes off, the shrill alarm inspiring him into a focused burst of rage– he lunges towards the noise and everything falls apart.

It’s not his phone. It’s not his apartment. It’s not his head.

The poor sucker he’s stuck in comes to the same realization, and the phone hits the far wall with a resentful thunk, plunging the room into silence. She slumps over and a half second later Johnny is awash in a wave of miserable nausea, followed by another sharp slicing pain to the head that makes him wish he really was dead. Between being caught between a body that won’t respond to his commands and ball-shriveling, mind-obliterating pain, he might as well be in hell.

“Fuck,” his host spits, when the worst of the attack is over. There’s blood on her lips– he tastes it only once it’s already down her throat. It’s old blood, part of the flaky patch that covers the right side of her face, which she’s probing with her fingers while carefully avoiding the pulsing source of agony at her temple. “Fuck, you son of a bitch.”

<Don't get so pissy> he says, disturbed by the sound of his own replicated voice. It sounds the way he sounds in records and on video. He tries to think of her name, just out of reach. He reaches. <Listen, Valentine– >

“Don’t call me that,” she snaps, her rage hitting him like the background heat from an explosion. “Don’t ever call me that, you motherfucker.”

<Alright, alright.> He tries to cross his arms, but instead sees himself flicker into view, making the exact gesture. The uncanny experience of looking directly at himself is rivaled only by the way the projection mirrors his consternation. <Just saying, this whole thing isn't easy for me either.>

A guttural laugh escapes from her throat. “Excuse me if I’m not feeling very sympathetic.”

All he can feel besides the pain in her head is the brittle, hollow, sharpness in her chest, like a knife caught between her ribs. She’s breathing shallow and labored, hunched like an animal, and it’s hard to sort her misery from his. He wants to cry, or she wants to cry, and is crying but trying not to.

<Stop feeling so fucking sorry for yourself,> he says. He watches himself start to pace, frustration growing at the inability to actually move. <Least you've got a life to lose.>

This time she throws her head back and laughs with abandon– brassy, bold, and utterly fucking deranged. “You want it?” she crows, her voice far too loud for the space, never mind her soft head. In the moment all he can feel is her bleak triumph. “You can fucking have it.”

She pays the price for the force her bitterness– they both do, clutching the porcelain throne while her body tries in vain to rid itself of emptiness and bile. It’s an eternity before she has the strength to stagger to the sink and rinse out her mouth and wash the tears from her eyes. In the absence of light she sees everything around her in shades of soft, calming blue. He knows with startling certainty that it’s the only way she can bear to face herself. She searches her eyes in the mirror, looking for him.

“You want it?” she pleads, in a ruined voice. A small, flickering smile tugs at the edges of her lips, warring with a frown. “You can have it.”

[dingochef]

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Summary: Jake takes you on a horse ride where you get to him in his natural element, he learns more about your life before him, and you take a few different rides.

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Chapter 8

Word Count: 2.3 k

Chapter 9: Ride 'em

"My god, Jake, this is beautiful," you gush as you crest the hill on the back of Reba, a coppery Chestnut mare. Jake pulls up alongside you on Dolly, a blonde palomino, and his horse of many years.

"Isn't it?" he practically beams as you take in the stunning landscape. Verdant green rolling hills, a pond off in the distance, and a charmingly crooked stream are laid out before you along with too many cows to count.

Jake clicks at Dolly and she starts walking again and Reba follows.

"This is home, I didn't realize how much I missed it till I was in flight school in Florida," Jake says.

"Where in Florida?" you ask.

"Pensacola."

"Ahh, so the exact opposite side of the state from where I lived, Cocoa Beach by Cape Canaveral." You continue,

"It's Florida, which has its moments, at least our apartment was a block from the beach so it was easy to get to the water."

Jake looks over at you, slightly apprehensive,

"That's where you lived with Liam, right?"

It's not something you've talked about a lot with Jake, or really anyone in your life. You remind yourself that it's okay to open up, and that this is Jake, your amazing, caring, and loving Jake.

"Yeah, we had a little two bedroom place with a nice balcony that you could see the ocean from."

"Sounds nice, so how long were you and Liam together?"

The rustling of the long grass and steady muted clip clops of the horses provides a soothing soundtrack to your conversation.

"About 3 years, probably should have been less," you pause, looking off into the distance away from Jake.

"I definitely ignored some red flags."

"Like what?"

"Like he felt insecure he 'only' had a master's degree. He'd bring it up during arguments, like really stupid stuff, he'd say, "Excuse me, Ms. PhD, you know everything about everything."

Jake chuckles,

"That's the nerdiest insecurity I've ever heard of. I know you're loads smarter than I am, and I am okay with that."

You snort,

"In one thing, having an engineering degree just proves you're stubborn and good with math."

He laughs and continues with a question,

"What else did you ignore about Liam?"

Jake is in an inquisitive mood, or more likely trying to learn more about this part of your life that doesn't see the light of day often. He's not the type to pry, which you appreciate. You've talked about working for SpaceX, but not really your relationship with Liam.

"He was always jealous of other guys. The fact is being a female engineer most of your friends end up being dudes. I had a friend from Notre Dame visiting the area so I went and had a drink with him. Liam couldn't join us for some reason and when I got home he was all pissy about it. Letting comments drop about moving on to other guys, that kind of bullshit."

You keep going,

"Probably the one I was in denial most was just how I felt about the relationship. I always got the image in my head of me leaning way out with my hand outstretched reaching for him and him pulling me down. I did everything to make him happy, convincing myself that I could be happy if he was happy. I learned what utter bullshit that was, luckily before we got married."

"So what image comes to mind when you think of our relationship?" he asks, sounding more curious than unsure.

The first image that comes to mind is of Jake boosting you up to climb over a wall and you leaning down to help pull him up. You're reassured by how quickly your subconscious supplied this comforting image.

"You know how you boost someone up to climb over a wall?"

He nods.

"I see you boosting me up to climb over the wall and then me reaching down to help you up."

He's quiet for a long time and finally says, his voice a little soft,

"So a team?"

You really want to reach over and take his hand, but you're not secure in your minutes old riding skills at this point.

"Yeah, a team of equals. People who make each other better together, not by tearing down one person."

He doesn't reply but maneuvers Dolly parallel Reba and leans out to kiss you, a quick sweeping caress of your jawline. He rights himself after a few seconds and clears his throat,

"Yeah, the wine. We should get going."

The rest of the ride over to the Manton's is filled with companionable silence and the sounds of the landscape and horses.

You arrive at a dirt road and Jake opens a gate to let you and the horses through.

"The Manton's is just this way," Jake says as he points down the road. It takes about 10 minutes of riding to reach another gorgeous ranch house. To the side there is an older style barn that has a large sign with "Manton's Winery" in gold letters on the side. Jake directs you to the literal hitching post and water trough at the end of striped out parking spots. He only raises an eyebrow when you go to say something, you decide to let it pass. He helps you down off Reba and leads you in the barn.

An older woman is at a wooden counter surrounded by wine bottles. She turns and looks at you and Jake, recognition sets in as she practically screeches,

"Jakey Seresin! Is that you little Jakey Seresin all grown up?

She runs around the corner and hugs Jake so hard you hear the breath get squeezed out of him.

When he recovers some air,

he answers,

"Yes, Mrs. Manton. It's me Lieutenant Jake Seresin, decorated naval aviator here live in your winery."

She lets out a slight grunt of discontent,

"See you still have the unwavering sense of confidence."

You bite your cheek to not laugh at the look on Jake's face, just as he about to reply Mrs. Manton turns towards you,

"And who's this beauty, Jakey?"

"Mrs. Manton this is my my amazingly smart and wonderful girlfriend Dr. Elsa Matthews, PhD."

You look over at Jake and roll your eyes a little at his choice of title.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Dr. Matthews," Mrs. Manton pulls you into an equally crushing hug.

"Likewise, you can call me Elsa. Doctor makes me feel like I should be curing something," you squeak out missing the air that was previously in your lungs.

"Well, come on over and you guys can get a taste of each of the wines. When I ran into your Ma in town she mentioned she was going to send you over to get some wine. She also mentioned that I might get to meet the famed girlfriend."

She pours our three different whites and lets you know what each one is. Jake and you taste each one comparing and contrasting each one.

When you're finishing the last of a delightful Pinot Grigio Mrs. Manton launches into the questions she's probably been dying to ask the moment you walked in the door,

"So, Elsa, where you from? Sharon said you two met in California. You from there?"

You swallow your wine and answer,

"Nope, I'm from Michigan originally. I've lived in San Diego for about 4 years now."

She nods, somehow approving of your place of origin.

"That's good, always thought those California girls seemed a bit high on themselves. You Michigan folk are down to earth, hardy, good at surviving winter and things like that."

You struggle to find a response, but luckily she launches into more questions topping off your wines as she goes.

Next she pours out the flight of reds from driest to sweetest and lets you have a go at them. You make a mental note to grab the Cabernet and the Pinot for dinner.

"What do you do out there?"

You finish the Merlot and answer,

"I'm an aerospace engineer with Lockheed Martin."

She nods again and looks at Jake. When you turn to him he has that lovey dovey look that you see often.

"Oh deary, I think you could be from Mars and sell sweaters for fleas and Jakey here wouldn't love you less," she points to him, "That is a man in love for sure."

You nearly snort the rest of your wine at the intense Southern display you have just witnessed.

The lovey dovey look on Jake's face fades over to mild embarrassment.

"Well, it's been nice catching up, as always, but we best be getting a few bottles and getting back home to help with dinner," he says.

You select a few bottles and pay for them. As you walk out to the horses, you realize just how much wine Mrs. Manton poured for you and that you may be the slightest bit tipsy.

Jake helps you up and onto the saddle before easily mounting his horse. The way his easy grace and strength is on display in that action reignites the ember inside you and you feel a wave of lust and want roll over you. His thighs on display in the worn jeans makes you want to jump him even more.

Jake takes the lead with Dolly and Reba obediently follows with little input from you.

A random thought pops through your mind and out your mouth before you really consider it,

"Can you get a DUI on a horse?"

Jake turns and laughs as he realizes the wine must have hit you a little harder than it did him,

"Are you drunk, El?"

You giggle,

"Not drunk, just tipsy. Mrs. Manton kept filling my glass. It would have been rude not to keep drinking, Jakey."

He snorts,

"That is a luxury you cannot afford, pipsqueak. As much as you don't like to think it, you are a lightweight."

"Am not," you pout. Jake has turned Dolly around and is next to you and Reba holding out his arms.

"Come here, you can ride with me and Reba will follow. I don't want you to fall," he says, pulling over to sit in front of him. The care and concern shows on his face and you feel a little guilty.

"Sorry," you squeak as Jake grabs the reins and wraps his arms around you.

"Don't be, I'm sure Mrs. Manton was just trying to get at your deepest darkest secrets for her personal amusement. It's really a hobby of hers."

"She's good at it, I bet. Thanks for getting us out of there before we confessed to murder or something."

You let yourself sink into Jake's chest a little more, enjoying the closeness and the feeling of his chin hooked over your shoulder.

Soon you're stopping at the little pond you saw on the trip out. Jake helps you slide down and makes sure you're planted firmly in the ground before he lets you go. He follows and pulls a blanket out of the saddlebags on Dolly. He quickly ties up the horses to a tree nearby and grasps your hand to walk down to the water. There is a giant willow tree half overhanging the water; Jake parts the boughs and leads you into the protected space created by the massive tree limbs.

He rolls out the blanket and sits down motioning for you to sit next to him. You do, kicking off your shoes in an effort to get comfy.

"Thought you could use a little time to sober up, or take a nap," he pulls your small hands in his much larger ones,

"And I wanted to show you this place. It's where I would go as a kid just to think about things, you know trying to figure out life."

"I bet you brought girls out here to make out," you tease.

He laughs,

"You're the first person I've ever brought out here, El. Plus I never had that much game, just one steady girlfriend in high school who didn't like the outdoors that much."

You pull one of your hands free to cup Jake's cheek, your thumb rubbing on his cheekbone lightly,

"Thank you for bringing me here. It's beautiful here, and I'm honored you're sharing this with me."

He pulls you into his lap for a kiss, your head bumping against his hat, knocking it a little askew. You move around from the sideways position you were in to sit astride Jake's divine thighs. Your hands sliding up to the back of his neck and under his shirt.

The kiss deepens as Jake's tongue probes your mouth and his hands find their way to your ass.

He squeezes just shy of too hard, earning a deep moan from you. When you finally break the kiss to come up for air, you take advantage of Jake's distraction and grab his hat, firmly setting it on your head.

It is comically big on your head so it pitches up, the brim almost vertical.

Jake lays back, arms bent behind his head, and smirk firmly in place,

"I do recall explaining the rule, you going to make good on that promise, darling?"

You grind your hips down against him, frustrated by the denim between you two.

"I keep my promises, cowboy," you pant out.

You slither down his legs to work open his belt buckle and belt. Next you unzip his pants and tug down his underwear enough to pull his semi hard cock out. The opportunity for you to suck his cock presents itself and you indulge leaning down to pull him into your mouth. The feeling of his length swelling to its full size in your mouth makes you let out a heady moan. Physical proof of how much you turn on Jake spurs your own arousal and you feel the wetness build between your legs. You let yourself enjoy having Jake in your mouth for a few minutes more before you pull back. He whines in protest till you stand up and shimmy down your jeans and underwear. As you pull off your shirt and bra Jake tenderly caresses your legs watching you with heavy desire in his eyes. Clothing removed, except for the cowboy hat you kneel down again over Jake's legs.

Jake slides his hands along your thighs as you rub your wet folds along his length.

"Fuck, El. You're soaked, need to be in you," he grunts, his hands grasping hard at your hips. You angle your pelvis in just the right angle and he slides in easily.

You savor the initial stretch as you sink down on him all the way to the hilt. The feeling of being truly full makes you let out a noise between a whimper and moan.

"Oh God, Jake, feels so good every time. My pussy was made for you," you pant out as you start a slow rhythm with your hips up and down, enjoying the slide almost out and all the way back deep in you on every beat.

Jake's hands wander up higher and engulf your breasts, thumbs tracing the nipples, the rough calluses dragging across the delicate skin.

"El, you look so fucking good up there riding my dick in my hat," Jake rasps, his hips coming up to meet yours on each thrust. The additional pressure is hitting spots deep inside you ratcheting up the coil deep in your belly.

"Fuck, Jake, I'm so close," you plead, mind starting to scramble with how good you feel with Jake inside you at this spot under the willow tree, how intimate the moment is even if you're outside.

Jake responds to your begging, licking his thumb and applying pressure to your clit in the form of tight circles. He speeds up his pace of fucking up into and pants,

"Gonna come for me, baby? Gonna show me how much you like my cock by treating it real nice and coming on it? Let me feel how tight you can get."

The dirty talk has pushed you off the cliff with great force and you come hard around Jake. Nearly collapsing on his chest as you clench around his cock with each wave of pleasure. The intensity doesn't let up and neither does Jake's thumb.

"Think I can get another one out of you, El? Can you be a good girl and come again?" he rasps out. The hand not on your clit slaps hard at your ass. The pain ricocheting through you in a delicious way.

"More, Jake, please. So, so close," you whine out, you are still riding the high of your first orgasm as the second one barrels down on you.

"Wait for me, almost there, El," he pants out, hips pistoning up into you, his movements with his hips lift your knees off the ground pushing him deeper inside than ever before. Another slap rings out in the air, and the wave of pain pleasure hits you and you fall apart again, chest heaving and your ears ringing with the intensity.

All you can say is mostly gibberish of "feels good," and swearing, your brain having fucked off to another dimension.

Jake's hips go up and down a few more times until a strangled grunt escapes his throat and he comes, his whole body curling on itself. He lazily thrusts up into you a few more times stretching out his bliss. Finally he collapses, body lax, his face relaxed and eyes closed.

You lean down and rest your head on his chest, you stay joined for a few minutes as you catch your breath.

A deep laugh rumbles from his chest, he lifts his head up to meet your eyes, they're filled with mischief and affection,

"Look at you, El. Riding all sorts of things today, like a proper cowgirl."

A giggle escapes from your mouth and you scoot up his torso to give him a kiss.

Jake and you piece yourselves back together and exit the little bubble under the willow tree.

As you walk over to where the horses are tied up, Jake says,

"Probably need to get back to help with all the Thanksgiving prep."

You nod and Jake helps you get up on Reba, your tipsiness gone.

Jake leads the way back and you follow him, just like you'd follow him anywhere.

Chapter 10

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[floralandfailing]

I'm being retrospective

This is a long post ig, just some weird thoughts that I cycle through recently

I've been at University for 2 months now, maybe almost 3, since October pretty much. Beyond my surprise, I actually adjusted to such a big change really quickly, and easily. University is a much better place for me compared to how I was at secondary school, and especially how I was at sixth form (high school). But my anxiety still gets the best of me, I guess, no matter how much I thought I was improving.

I live with 5 other people, all my age, one of which I'm moving in with next year (September) so it's safe to say I get along with these people. I'd consider them my friends, more so than the people I talk to in my classes. I'm happy, glad, that I have them in my life. From what I hear from others, it's rare to get along with everyone you live with - and yeah I've got major issues with them sometimes, cleaning the kitchen etc, that makes me want to pull my hair out, but I like them. They're my friends. It's a running joke that November/December at uni is when everything starts falling apart and when people get irritated or fucked off about everything, and I'd say that's true. In the past week alone I've felt isolated again for the first time in a while. It's entirely by my own doing. I'm the one who's chosing to hole up in my room and to skip lectures when they're at 6pm at night. It gets harder knowing that I'm living with...strangers.

Living with people is hard. Living with teenagers is worse, we're all 18/19 and immature. Last night we all stayed up until 3am playing with lego and doing room tours with each other for the 100th time. We get along, but I keep feeling like we don't. I keep wanting to not talk to them, to get pissy when someone does something that bothers me. Half of them bring their boyfriends/girlfriends around most days of the week, and having so many people in the flat freaks me out. It's weird for me to be around people so much. I've known my best friend for almost 10 years, but I've never lived with her and I think our friendship is stronger because of it. Now I do live with someone else who I value and regard highly, I see her and speak to her every day but not because I seek it out, because she's on the other side of my bedroom wall. I keep thinking she hates me tbh. Out of all my flatmates, I think she's the one who could easily start to hate me.

I'm not suited to being around so many people. I have 2 very close friends, maybe 3ish more who I like being around outside of the first 2. I don't like big groups, and I'm moving in with 6 new people next year (most of which I haven't met). I'm just constantly in this state of overthinking everything I do, what I wear or what jokes I say, and there's no "down time'" for it. I had to do the same at school, but at the end of the day I got to go home and not think because I lived with my family - I don't have to put a performance on for them, they know I'm weird it doesn't scare me. 2/3 months into uni and I'm exhausted by living with people.

It used to be worse i guess. I used to think everyone hated me constantly, now it's more like a quarter of the time. But it hits me like a ton of bricks when it creeps up. There's the added pressure of "I can't let them hate me, I have to live with them" which stems from... identity issues??

I'm the only queer person. Not just in the flat, in the whole friend group I've curated here. No one I talk to in my classes is openly/out queer, I can't be myself in the same way I could back home. 2 of my flatmates know I'm trans, but the process of coming out feels entirely different with them. It doesn't feel like I've done it at all really. I can't make silly little trans jokes, I can't say "I'm gay" as a stupid automatic response anymore without getting questioned. University was meant to be this place where I could be more open, be more of myself, but I keep finding myself retreating even further inside myself. My flatmates don't really know much about me, despite how much we share with each other, and I'd suppose it's the same way around. It feels like so much of my teen years were over cast with the knowledge that I was depressed/ill all the time and my friends back home knew how to deal with that, but here these new friends don't know that. They don't know how I act when I need help, and I don't know how to tell them. They don't know how violent my anxiety can get, and I don't know how to explain it to them.

I am happier at University, the happiest I've been in a very long time. But every time I think I'm getting better, I end up crashing. I get worse.

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Dume"

*pulling out more tissues* Anyone still need these? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? I am way too young to be making that joke.

Live reaction version.

As if to rub things in, this episode starts moments after the previous one ended. The fireball is under control, finally, though still burning, and an officer comes up to Pryce to confirm the news:

Kanan is dead.

Pryce knows she's made a mess of things but latches onto this fact as a way to still look good in front of Imperial High Command, deciding to throw a sick kind of celebration for it. In a twisted way, the Jedi also represents "hope" to someone as despicable as Pryce.

Oh man, he doesn't know. He's so happy to see them.

Zeb's first hint that things didn't go as planned is Sabine hurling off her pilot helmet, swiping her eyes angrily as she passes him in complete silence.

And then the near-comatose Hera, dead on her feet, staring up blankly towards the horizon and Ezra shaking his head because he can't help her.

Chopper rushing immediately to Hera's side because he knows her, knows something is horribly wrong.

Zeb grabbing Ezra by the shoulders and he barely reacts to it.

"Kanan's gone." is all he can say, and his anguish when he has to repeat it when Zeb asks for clarification, the anger and sorrow, the way his voice shakes...

And Zeb's expression drops in horror and he wordlessly pulls Ezra into an embrace.

I WANTED THEM TO HUG BUT NOT LIKE THIS.

And Chopper silently holding Hera's hand. :((((

They bring back the white titlecard too, just to remind you we're still in mourning.

It gets a bit lost with everything that happened, but the attack on Lothal's factories? That was two days ago. The disastrous failure and loss of 24! fighters is going to be very fresh on the Alliance's minds, and add Kanan's death to the mix and they absolutely will not risk any more hardware and personnel on Lothal. The Spectres will have to fix things from within, on their own, by themselves.

Which they gradually discover that they have started to. The Alliance's primary goal on Lothal was preventing the Defenders from being manufactured, and Kanan accomplished that. Anything in addition to that is cake topping for the Alliance, Lothal goes back to being one of the thousands of worlds in the Imperial-occupied crowd they have to face down.

They don't know about the Temple. And that's why Lothal also needed Ezra.

Who, after an outfit and scene change, is about to be as functionally useless and paralyzed as Hera.

:(((((((

I was unclear on why the wolves were so angry the first time through. It's clearer now that they're trying to snap Ezra out of his funk, because time is running out and they can't afford for him to sit there and be depressed about things, they need him to move, they need him in action. They're not kind about it, but the reality is not kind, If Ezra does not get himself together, Palpatine will gain the WBW, Lothal will be doomed, everyone will die.

Bit a lot more headcanon-y but also I think the Loth-wolves may have preferred Kanan be the one to enter the WBW and save it? Owing to [gestures to unanswered mystery box about Kanan's past they hinted at]. Maybe? So maybe they were also just a little pissy that their first choice went and got himself killed even after they warned him.

Like I said, speculation and spitballing on my part on that one.

Anyway.

Ezra runs away from the Loth-wolves' attempts to confront him and I already praised it in my first watch but the camerawork is excellent here. Very nicely staged, good insets, good tracking shots, good dollying.

The Loth-wolves actually pause here, waiting, watching Ezra to see what what he'll do. Ezra had the full opportunity to reach out and connect, and talk to them, but he chooses not to, running away again.

So they wind up knocking him out when they knock him down.

Meanwhile at Imperial HQ, good lord that is a lot of smoke. It's literally blurring the edges of the Dome.

Pryce seems very pleased with herself for killing the Jedi. Too bad Thrawn literally doesn't care about that, because he's pissed she let Hera Syndulla escape and also the whole fuel depot thing. Thrawn says he's not in it for glory but I think he does take some personal satisfaction from defeating someone he considers a Worthy Opponent. Hera was his victory and Pryce undid it as soon as he was gone. That has to sting, lol.

And Rukh is grinning like, "Sucks to be you, bitch."

I don't know if we're meant to take Hera's, "Why did I wait so long to tell him?" as being about saying I love you or about being pregnant but I'm going to go with the latter because, again, the suggestion that that was the first time she'd actually told him is dumb and I won't entertain it.

Chopper is so very present for Hera through all this, even when Hera regrets even starting the Rebellion in the first place.

I think a few people have speculated that each of the Spectres represents a stage of grief. Ezra's stuck in a certain kind of Denial, and gets tempted with the Bargaining stage an episode later. Sabine and Zeb are both Anger. Hera is obviously Depression.

Eventually all of them reach Acceptance. Chopper may have already been there.

Zeb is actually the one who notices first that the factories are completely shut down, which is a nice touch.

I can't quite tell if Ezra wakes up in the same location he was knocked out in or if the wolves moved him. He bolts up in a different position so there's room to argue they moved him, possibly on Dume's orders.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: Ezra stumbling like he's falling asleep on his feet.

He looks so tired. And he's stuck. Emotionally and physically.

Maybe that's why he turns to the children's nursery rhyme like he did in Season One's "Path of the Jedi" to try and decide a way forward. But he keeps rejecting the options he lands on. So he does it again. And again.

Until a manifestation of Kanan appears, like it did before, to get him back on track.

Sabine holding back on her Mandalorian revenge instincts, implicitly because of Kanan's Jedi influence. T_T

Watch the sky in this part, you can see the hue shift to purple.

The Dume wolf sniffs him and he immediately stirs with a confused, "Kanan?" ow my heart.

Some Endgame-like trumpets and drums in this part.

Zeb has height and strength going for him here, but Ruhk is so much faster and quicker. Not to mention has the stealth cloaking. Sabine's helmet gives her a leg up on that momentarily until it's knocked off.

Back with Ezra in the wolf-vision and Kanan-as-Dume interacts with Ezra in a very pointed, Force-y way, dragging out the truth from Ezra about why he ran, why he's stuck, what's holding him back.

"You... ran." It sounds almost accusatory. Ezra gives a weak excuse about the wolves chasing him, but upon being pressed again starts letting things out:

I feel lost, I'm afraid, I don't believe in myself without him, I can't do this on my own.

Ezra's grief is tied up and tangled in his self-esteem issues, a bit self-pitying and "woe is me", because without Kanan he doesn't feel brave or strong, he's not special he's not like Kanan.

Who is he but a child, a "boy who was lost", without his wise brave master? He's nobody.

"I am afraid, all right?! I'm afraid. Everything seems so hopeless now."

Frick I need to hug him. :(

Zeb gets a little bit too into his anger when Sabine's exploding paint finally lets them see Rukh enough to smack him good.

Sabine being the voice of mercy when there aren't Jedi around to do it. :(((((

Back with Ezra and the wolves have given him the keystone and finally explain what the deal is: The Jedi Temple is in grave danger. Secrets and knowledge lie within, that the Empire cannot get hold of. Those words are not a coincidence. We're meant to think back to Malachor, to where it first all went wrong, as Ezra's sentiment goes.

Still not quite sure why the Dume wolf had to bite Ezra out of his vision but Imma chalk it up to another mysterious wolf thing.

Ezra immediately yelling out for Kanan tho. :(

Sabine and Zeb like troublesome siblings pulling a prank as they send Rukh off painted and humiliated lol.

Meanwhile Hera has added a new bead to the Kalikori, representative of Kanan and using a piece that looks like a Jedi holocron shard.

Sabine looks so genuinely happy here.

Ezra's functional enough for now, so he's back too, and we end on the cliffhanger of the Lothal Temple in danger, the secrets within about to be seized by the Empire.

The last half of Season Four is very tightly written, this episode a prime example. It's breathing space for us to grieve, and it still is seamlessly tied to the plot in the episodes prior and after.

The Dume wolf operates, as Ahsoka would suggest later, as an extension of Kanan's will, working Ezra through the blocks in his head one last time, like he did in "Gathering Forces". Ezra wouldn't fully recover until after "The World Between Worlds" but he's on the way to properly grieving, shelving his feelings for the moment in order to do what he has to, what only he can.

And boy am I looking forward to that. :)

[x3rrorx]

Before OG’s statement was taken down I got a message from MG

After a while I said fuck it and to just have her call me on IG and all 3 of us could talk it out. She said no.

It’s clear she didn’t want to resolve anything but to become a problem. She wanted me to stop talking about OG as that gave another ex the spotlight that wasn’t MG anymore.

And once I didn’t back down to her demands… just like last time… she got snarky. She got angry and snarky. EXACTLY what she did last time. Cause she’s not getting her way and she does not like that.

“I’m for sure not getting on a call with that girl” Why? Cause you’re insecure and can’t acknowledge that she was with Noah before you? That offends you. You have this huge problem you’re trying to come to me about but won’t actually talk with the person you have the problem with to try and figure it out.

“If you wanna talk about having an adult conversation come back to me when you don’t have a gossip account that has hundreds of posts about me.” Oh like your blog which was pretty much a Noah Gossip Blog / Hit Piece that had over 300 posts about him… ahhh the hypocrisy. Gotta love it.

“She is trying to use you to get her name out there”… what name… The name I chose for her? OG? Cause she doesn’t want her name out there. I never put it out there. So what exactly are you talking about? Bands already know who she is before this. Sorry that they don’t talk to you but she’s already pretty known without this blog or me. Just seems more like jealousy from you that someone else is being talked about and not you. Since… her statement never had anything to do with you yet you somehow inserted yourself and made it about you.

“Don’t be so low using this type of language”Homie, I am an adult 😂 wtf. But whatever you say “deuces-hoe” 🥴 You wanna talk about low? “Useless clump of cells”….“inbred troll”… Ringing any fucking bells Carolina?

The second she realized I wasn’t backing down and didn’t care what she had to say she got pissy.

Right… Everything is on YOUR terms. You can say and do what you please but god forbid I do or say something. You are a hypocritical c u n t that is so jealous of anyone who is before you and after you. You want to be in the spotlight so bad. You are fucking weird dude. You are mentally unwell. Leave the 18 year old girl alone and move on from Noah. You’re a damn predator and it’s time to fucking stop.

[firecrackerhh]

I get that it sucks the playbills are taking forever for a reason I don’t think any of us will ever know but I don’t think harassing Viv is gonna make them come any fucking faster, considering that it isn’t Viv herself who is personally making and printing them all out I’m gonna assume it’s an A24-specific problem in which case why THE FUCK don’t you fucking retards get mad at THEM?

Christ you know that constantly getting up her ass about this shit is just gonna make her block you right? And then you’ll whine like a bitch about that, and then cry how “disrespectful” she is while you are apparently completely un-fucking-aware of just how disgustingly disrespectful you are towards her. If I were Viv I would tell you trogs to shove it up your ass.

That’s why I’m not a public figure, Viv’s a better person than me, she just blocks and moves on most of the time, I would wanna start shit Lmao.

Even saw someone say they’re just gonna make their own playbill, honestly, fuck it, whatever gives them something to do.

I get if you paid money you’re gonna want whatever you bought but like, this kind of behavior is fucking immature and extremely fucking unhelpful, you want your fucking money back? Go to the proper department for that, don’t bitch at Viv when she probably doesn’t have control over that.

Just cuz you’re a showrunner that doesn’t mean you do literally everything. For all we know, she’s annoyed by the lack of production on the playbills too, maybe she isn’t allowed to say anything unless A24 says she can, you don’t know anything.

As if anything Viv could say about this situation would appease these fucking trogs anyway. I find it weird how pissy Viv antis are about this to begin with given…yknow, if you hate her so fucking bad, why are you giving her your fucking money to begin with? But whatever. Extreme hatred has a tendency to make you retarded.

I’m sorry for any genuine fan who wanted one and it’s yet to arrive, I can understand the frustration, but if you’re going to get angry, at least be mad at a reasonable target, in this case, A24.

Like I dunno what y’all are doing over there but like…a bit of transparency would definitely go a long way, that’s all I’m saying. Like I appreciate the lil staff emails and shit like that. I think it’s cute, but I think a more direct response would probably be better in this situation than saying something like “Niffty got stuck in the printer!” Or whatever.

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

chapter 5

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AN: this started getting longer than I wanted so the next part will introduce Malcolm McDowell properly and be the actual con. Warnings: comic con, talk of horror movies, swearing, confusion on feelings, Loki's scars

Rushing around, I double checked my backpack and nearly ran into Loki as I ran back into my room for my portable charger.

"Sorry!" I yelled and shoved it into a pocket in my bag. Loki stood in my living room watching me with a smile on his face. "Ok. I think that's everything. Ready?" He nodded and opened the door. "Oh shit! Wait a sec. I need the passes." I ran into my kitchen and grabbed them from where they hung on the fridge handle.

"Got them?" Loki asked when I reappeared in front of him. Nodding, I handed him one and threw the other around my neck.

“Alright. Let's go." Loki stifled a yawn as we made our way to my car. "So first off, something you need to know about Malcolm. He is a little protective of me. Since day one. Gods knows how many years ago now. He will question you and he will try to intimidate you." I looked over at Loki as I drove us to the convention center. "Especially if you try to hold my hand." Loki blushed and looked out the window at the mention of our awkward stage. We weren't dating per se but we also had moved past just being friends at this point as well. “Malcolm can and will kiss my cheek. Don’t question it. He will get pissy with people especially if they treat me like shit. I have candy in my bag for him. Don’t touch it unless I ask you to get it. Uhm…” I trailed off as I pulled up to the parking garage.

“He sounds delightful. Remind me why we’re doing this?” Loki grimaced. I chuckled and smiled over at him.

“Because it’s Malcolm McDowell. The man was my first… client technically. There’s a lot of history with us and he looked out for me. I owe him a bit. Plus it’s easy money.” I loved over at him as I grabbed my ticket from the kiosk and laughed softly. “Well for me it is. I have no clue what he’s having you do.” Loki rolled his eyes and I laughed as I pulled into a spot. Shutting off the car, I grabbed lokis hand. “Listen just get through today and you don’t have to come back tomorrow. I’m going to do the whole weekend. Malcolm is like my con father. And he’s the best adult figure I have in my life. So I’m going to spend as much time with him as I can.”

“I understand.” Loki murmured. I nodded and got out of the car. He trailed behind me as I got us through security and over to check in.

“Hi Karla.” I greeted the older lady sitting at the checkin table. “How you been?” She stood up and hugged me. I blushed a little as she pulled away only to brush some hair out of my face.

“Good. You?” I nodded and smiled at her. “Good. Malcolm ask you to work?” I nodded again and showed her the text.

“He got my friend a job too.” I pointed over my shoulder at Loki. “He here yet?” Karla checked us in and handed me the packet with Malcolm’s itinerary.

“Still up in his room as far as I know. Agent was in the hall earlier but I don’t think he’s sticking around for the whole weekend.” I nodded and flipped through. “He’s got a panel today at three and a photo op at five.” I nodded and grabbed a pen off the desk to mark what I was being told. “There’s a photo op at noon tomorrow and one at ten Sunday.”

“Sounds good.” I nodded before flipping the file shit. “We’re gonna go set up. If you see him or the agent, let them know we’re walking around.” I gave her one last hug before entering the hall. Smiling to myself, I started to walk around the room.

“So where’s the table?” Loki asked as we passed another table that wasn’t ours.

“That’s what I’m looking for.” I explained. “This also lets me see who is where. Guests will ask where someone is and it’s best to help them out.” Loki nodded next to me. “Basically being nice and doing something you would want done for you if you were paying to be here. Some handlers aren’t that way and it makes guests think we all are rude. I try to be the exception.” I passed another table and tapped it. “Here we are.” I walked behind the table and dropped my bag. Flipping the table skirt down, I grabbed the banner and unfolded it. Loki watched as I tilted a chair back to find the tape. “Alright tall person. I need you for this.” I handed him the banner and showed him where to hold it. “I’m gonna grab the chair and tape it. Just hold it up and make sure it’s level.” Loki nodded and held the banner up. As I put the last bit of tape on, I jumped off the chair and stepped back.

“Looks good.” Loki mused. I nodded in agreement. “Now what?” Ducking down behind the table, I pulled out a black file folder. Smiling, I held it up. Loki stared at it in confusion.

"This has a bunch of 8 by 10 pictures that guests can pick for Malcolm to sign. We lay out the ones that tend to be incredibly popular." I shrugged as I opened it up. "I tend to do a lot of Clockwork Orange and Halloween. His agent isn't here to tell me otherwise so I just do it. Tomorrow morning there will be more from when his agent comes down to check on the table. If he comes." Thumbing through the pictures, I grabbed sets of ten and started laying them out.

"What's in this bag under here?" Loki asked as he pulled it out. I looked up and nodded when he went to open it. "DVDs? Scripts?" I nodded again and grabbed the bag of markers from the back of the file folder.

"Yeah. He sells copies of Clockwork Orange and whatnot as well. Scripts to that and a couple other movies. They're a big hit." I shrugged as Loki started to put them out. I tested each marker and threw out the ones that didn't work. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out replacements. Finally finishing my end of the table, I looked over at Loki who was contemplating what else to pull out of the bag. Grabbing the tape, I picked up the sign with Malcolm's prices. I tapped it to the wall at the end of the table. Grabbing a sheet of paper out of my bag, I copied everything on the sheet before taping it over at the head of the table. Loki tossed the bag back under the table and I stepped back with my hands on my hips.

“That all?” I nodded and turned around to start walking around the con. “Where are you going? Don’t we have to wait for Malcolm?”

“Nope. Malcolm will either call or text me when he’s on his way down. Until then, we get to walk the floor.” I smiled over my shoulder at him as we started walking. “See what they’re selling and get prices. Plus it helps to see where everyone else is.” Loki fell into step next to me and I reached over to hold his hand. Loki blushed as he squeezed my hand and tugged me closer. “Is there anyone here you would want to meet?” I asked as I kept an eye on the tables lining the walls of the con. Loki shrugged.

“I haven’t kept up with modern movies. I prefer the older ones.” Loki mused as he watched me. I laughed.

“Loki, most of these actors are in the older movies.” I looked over at him and smiled. “Look. This table will be for Doug Bradley. The one next to him is Kane hodder. Next to Malcolm is Heather langenkamp. It’s mainly people in horror movies from the 80s and 90s.” Loki laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.

“Then I must admit I didn’t watch many of the horror movies.” I smiled at him again.

“I didn’t either. Until I was a teen.” I shrugged and continued walking. “Depression and anxiety does something to you. Grief too.” My face turned stoney as I turned down an aisle. It was silent for a while as I looked at the booths. I smiled and said hello to some of the vendors that I recognized.

“I’m sorry.” Loki said as we headed back towards Malcolm’s table. I looked over at him and frowned.

“For what?” I asked. Loki smiled sadly at me.

“For whatever it was that was you went through that horror movies no longer scared you.” I took a deep breath and nodded.

“Thank you. But you don’t have to apologize.” I squeezed his hand and let go when I saw Malcolm come into the hall. “Besides, I’m fine now.” Smiling at Loki I nodded towards the table before running towards it. “Malcolm!” I called as I ran into him and hugged him. Malcolm hugged me back tightly.

“(Y/N)! How have you been my dear?” He asked as he pulled away to look at me.

“Never better.” I smiled at him. Shaking his head, Malcolm kissed my cheek and hugged me again. “It’s so good to see you.” I sighed out. Malcolm nodded against my shoulder. Pulling away completely, I turned towards Loki. “Malcolm, this is Loki. He’s my friend.” Loki put on a fake smile and held his hand out for Malcolm to shake. Malcolm looked from me to Loki before shaking his hand.

“(Y/N) has told me about you.” Malcolm said with a sly smile. “We have a bit to talk about.” I looked between the two and swallowed thickly.

[chibiexorcist]

Annon-Guy: Thanks buddy. On that note, what're your thoughts on Emil, Marta, Tenebrae, Richter, Aqua, Alice and Decus? I know that while Japan loves Emil and Marta, the Western fanbase gives them a lot of grief for their early character selves (the unchanged Battle Quotes and Generic Skits are a large factor for the unwarnted hate along with the Emil X Richter fanbase).

To summarize:

Emil- My boi. Very easy to relate to, for better or worse. I'm so proud of him, too, though… He grew a lot throughout the game.

Marta- A ray of sunshine, even when she's not, somehow. Supportive and kind. She also grew up and learned a lot as the story progressed, and I'm proud of her for that, too.

Tenebrae- Loyal as heck, and very stubborn. I have a love-hate relationship with his puns. He makes me laugh.

Richter- In spite of everything he did, I really respect and appreciate him. Not sure if it's because of his role in Emil's growth, or because… I needed to hear those things at the time I found it, too…

Ah, that aside, he's also an interesting character with a really cool design!

(…let's assume I'm just saying that last part about everyone, by the way. I liked the cast and designs.)

Aqua- Another stubborn Centurion. Sassy as all get-out. Devoted to her morals and to those she likes, which I respect a great deal. ...the summary is a bit simplified here, but I did like her as well.

Alice- I admittedly wasn't too fond of her personality… The forced cutesy act and her himedere-esque personality put me off from the start. That said, I still feel bad about her past, and about her end… I wish there had been a way to save her and Decus.

Decus- Please stop those weird dance moves. What is up with that cologne. Decus please stop we are all begging you-

…Um, anyway. I genuinely wasn't sure how to feel about him for the longest time. But he turned out to be… a surprisingly okay guy. And, as with Alice, I feel bad and wish he could have been saved…

BONUS:

Ratatosk- My other boi. Not in an "easy to relate to" way, so much as… well, I just like him a lot. His snark, sass, and sarcasm are amusing. He's blunt and honest, which is something I appreciate from people. And yeah, he's a bit rough around the edges, but he's a decent guy. Iirc his whole "destroy humans and half-elves" thing was literally because he was betrayed by someone he'd forged a strong bond with, who happened to fall into that category. I'd say the reaction to it was over-the-top but, well… He was literally the spirit of the first world tree. Mithos did what he did. His tree was destroyed. And he never got closure for anything. Frankly, I'd be pissy, too. (Plus, I get the feeling he didn't actually want to destroy everything, so much as he had a very unhealthy response to being hurt… but that's going into headcanon territory.)

…Wow, I… really rambled at the end, huh…? (.///.);; ...oops...

[accountingacademic]

Practically Done

Daily Reflection Thursday, 7 December 2023

Things I'm Grateful For:

My Accounting instructor is great. One of the best teachers I've had, hands down. Hell, I misread a question (marked the definition for cash and cash equivalents instead of just cash equivalents), she let me know I goofed, and then gave me the points anyway.

Highlights:

I got to write my last Accounting quiz early. I told the instructor I'd send her an email around noon tomorrow to let her know if I'd be writing in person or at home (because my laptop screen is way too tiny for the software we use, I write the tests in a hard copy to keep from having to scroll back and forth) because my father wouldn't give me a straight yes or no answer on if he'd be able to pick me up in time for me to write the quiz at home (because I can take screenshots and move things to the other monitor). With an hour allotted for the quiz to be done, and an hour left in class, she just let me do it today.

That group presentation for Marketing actually went really well, especially for not having a full practice run (because half the group didn't show up any time we planned to go through it). The target time was 10 minutes, the other three teams were at about 12, we had 9 minutes and 59.25 seconds. There weren't any major issues with things being forgotten, I didn't have a coughing fit because of my cold (there were a few single coughs buried in my shoulder, but that was the extent or it), and honestly everything went off without a hitch.

Challenges:

I ended up going off on someone on a Discord server I play D&D on. This guy is probably the most childish and petty person I have ever met. He said he quit the game I'm helping my friend plan. My friend gave him over a month to change his mind (I would have just said alright and let him go personally, but my friend was the last person on the server hoping he'll improve), and then this guy got pissy that the vacancy he left has been filled. He tried pulling some passive-aggressive shit about "who his real friends are," and I spent the morning calling him out on how he's projecting (calling us passive-aggressive when that's how he's been talking to all of us for weeks now, for example), and refusing to take responsibility for anything. He tried whining to someone else on the server, but everyone is fed up with him at this point. Tact wasn't working, and I don't care what he thinks about me as a person (there are many people whose opinions I respect, his is not one of them), so I had no qualms being the one to be blunt about it.

Emotions:

Honestly, it's a bit of relief to have that guy out of the way for D&D. Can't wait to be able to play a game where it doesn't feel like I'm stepping through a minefield.

Tomorrow's To-Do List:

See how I'm doing around 9 am. If I still feel like shit, email my Communications instructor to let her know I'm staying home. I don't want to be around people more than I have to while I'm sick, and since I don't have to worry about presentations, it might be better for me to stay home. I want to minimize the risks of getting people sick right before the winter break.

[mythical-illustrator]

OLLO!

*crashes through the wall*

I HAVE COME TO ASK ABOUT GRACES LOVE LIFE!

Yes, all of it. I am nosey and so is her sister-padawan 🤣

32. Your character is in love, do they confess? If not, how long do they wait?

35. What moment did they realise that they were in love?

45. Are they good at comforting one another? Does someone hide their feelings usually?

your choice for which goes where 👀 I just want all the deets (sorry)

ofc pick and choose if you'd rather not answer some or at all 😊

😘💜💜💜

Alright Friend- Grace is in a poly relation ship with Tech, Hunter, and Crosshair, (no cloneset). Its a soutlmate Au with Crosshair and Hunter being her soulmates, and Tech not having one.

now that back story is out of the way- onwards to questions

32: Your character is in love, do they confess? if not how long do they wait?

When Grace falls in love, she embraces it. She unerstands that as a Jedi her first role will be two the galaxy even with her soulmates.

With Hunter, Hunter is easy to tell him she loves him. Hes' defentily a worlds of affermation kind of man, besides acts of service. So she confesses to him, that she loves him, she wants thier soulmate bond and everything that comes with it. She waited a while to confess though, she is his suppior and she knows his brothers saftey is his top priorty. But Hunter is a romantic at heart and wanted the bond too. There realtship came about the easiest, as they can't exactly hide from each others senses.

With Tech- she fell in love with him by accedient. She spent a lot of time being comferted by him when Crosshair was being crosshair. He was one of the first people to embrace her presence on the ship as well. She waited longer than Hunter to confess, helping him and spending time with him as her way of telling him till she could find the words to help him understand her feelings. Tech of course had noticed her more affectinte touches and small gifts and conversations and actually broached the subject with her.

Crosshair took the longest and hardest to navigate. He's the pull pig tails type and she wasn't putting up with his meaner tendeinces. SHe thought it best to ignore him when he got to pissy, which made him more pissy and round and round they went. But Crosshairs love language is acts of service, words are cheap to him. So when Grace realized she was in love with his idiot- Wrecker helped her put it together- she didn't tell him right away, insteady she started doing things for him, or meiditing in his presence. She sought him out in high grounds, just enjoying company. It raised his hackles at first but they eventually get there.

35. What moment did they realise that they were in love?

Hunter: It was right after combat, she had put away her lightsaber and looked up to see Hunter walking through the smoke, flipping his knife around his fingers and back into his sheth and she felt blindsided "Holy shit I'm in love with this man." Hunter realized it later when they were relaxing and Grace showing Wrecker moving meditation, letting the bigger man learn the breathing and slow movment techinies she used to ground herself. She spoke to his brothers like they were emotional intellegent beings and it hit him like a brick to the face that he was in love with their Jedi.

Tech: I happened in the middle of one of his lecutres/info dumps. He's wavinghis hands and talking, and pushing on his goggles with his fore finger and she just smiles and thinkgs "I love this man." It shocks her less than Hunters does and she kind of blinks a bit to the point Tech pauses and asks her if she is even listening. Tech became aware of his love much more subtle and anazlied the fuck out of it. It oocurd to him when he started occomidating space for the jedi. Clearing out space for her, or picking up tea she liked on a random planet or just spotting something she might find intresting and snapping a holopic of it to show her later. He took a moment to analize it, then embrace and cotinued on. These were his new facts, he would adapt accordingly. It terrfied him really and he had 30 tabs on his data pad open on "How to be in Love"

Crosshair: Crosshair was little things, once he stopped being a brat about the whole soulmate thing...less of a brat. At first he hurt a lot with his rejection/not rejecting and mean nick names like "Nattie" and what not. words designed to hurt...but she can feel him in the force, he projects so hard in the force. So she starts reading it instred of his words, and reacts accordingly. She realizes she loves him when she's temporarly reasiged to another battalin and he gets pissy and calls her "Our medic."

It accord to Crosshair when she started spedning time with him, unintrusive tim. He had pushed her away, what did he need a nat-born jedi soulamate for anyway but hadn't out rejected the bond and then she ignored him and now she was spedning time with him. Then she wanted to leave. They got into an agrument where he accused her of not "needing him when she had the other two." She growled, pushed him up against a tree and kissed him for all she had. "You never understood Crosshair, a Jedi's love is not about need. We love freely, its our way. I love you and will love you always even if you don't love me. But I won't chase someone who doesn't want to be chased." She had walked away before he could responde and he stood there, shocked and angry and confused.

He didn't know how to tell her back so he just started standing at her back, shooting dark looks at people who got to close and only letting his brothers near "Their medic." She seemed to get it without words and one day just simply took his hand while they walked back to the ship. Not saying anything, just holding his hand in front of the others like it was an everyday things and he felt something right click into place.

45. Are they good at comforting one another? Does someone hide their feelings usually?

Being a jedi, they can't hide thier feeling from her very well.

Hunter after a while doesn't try and neither does she. The tried hiding behind professionalism and "jedi maturity" but it both made them misarbile and confused because they could sense the others true feeilings. When Hunter is upset, she'll got to him, offer to sit and let him meditate with her. Walk him through breathing and focusing on grounding himself. She teaches him moving meditation- basically yoga- where you focus on just breathing and moving from one form to the next. When shes hurt or upset, Hunters go to response is to just cuddle it away. Wrap thier smaller jedi up in his embrace in a bunk against the wall with him between her and the world.

Tech: Tech never knows what to do or the right thing to say when Grace is upset. He doesn't always notice right away either. Being a Jedi when ever she is upset, often times she either meditates or seeks comfort in Hunter who is more physically adpated to offer such a thing. Tech, when he does notice, offers it with distractions or simply to sit and just be. When Tech is overwhelmed or upset, Grace will either give him space to work through the emotions on his own as he perfers to do, or will offer him a distracting by simply asking him questions and letting him info dump at her. She noticed he fidgets a lot and will start handing him things to tinker or mess with or fidget with while he does this till he calms down and works thorugh wahtever it was that was bothering him. Then she'll bring it up and talk about it.

Crosshair will over comfort in the form of violence if Grace is upset enough to display it. Grace's upsets have two sides, angry loudly upset or quiet. If its quiet, he sends her off to Hunter or just sits with her while she meditates and reaslises her emotions into the force till shes done with it. If shes angry, he goads her into a fight, throw a punch, trip her up, poke at her buttons untill she snaps. She always yells that he's not a punching bag, and he should't let her treat him like one but he scoffs and says he's not, hes just holding up one so she can realse that angry in a healthy or other such bullshit Jedi nonsense. When crosshair is upset, he hisses and seeths and is mean. Grace can feel him coming a mile away and either braces herself for him to either seek out sex or a fight. If she knows one might solve what ever is bothering him, she may or may not go willing- depending. She pefers fighting over the sex becuse she dosn't enjoy hate sex. But if hes upset and looking for soft touches and comfort he deson't know how to ask for, she coax him into letting her take care of him.

Oof that got long my friend but its good for me to think about these things. Thank you for the ask and I hipe you'd like the glimps into thier messy love life.

Wrecker is quite done with these idiots.

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[cesar-ramon]

For a moment, however short it was, Cesar froze. Murdered. The word was triggering enough on its own due to the implications and mental images in drew, but when thrown out so casually by a ghost, Cesar felt as though the true darkness around the word was hitting even harder. He hadn’t seen many intelligent hauntings, and the ones he had were usually natural causes or and OD here and there. The unfinished business was usually telling someone they were loved or making sure some family member was taken care of, but the idea that someone who was murdered still lingered and was aware of it was a bone-chilling feeling. 

Cesar’s face fell a bit as he avoided the woman’s gaze, shame and loathing kicking him in his mind for being so heartless and short. He let her comments go, not laughing, funny as they were. She had a right to be angry, as he knew he would too if he had to relieve something so horrible. He stared at the flowers he’d placed as he worked up the courage to say sorry. It wasn’t his ego that got in the way, but his embarrassment, which had him looking everywhere but at her as she spoke. When he finally could bear to look at her again. Cesar winced at the sun phasing through her and sighed. “ Look, I’m sorry, okay? Today’s not really a great day for me and you caught me at a bad time. It’s not exactly my favorite place to be when I can talk to dead people, alright? I get a little pissy.” He muttered in excuse of his behavior.

When he was done offering his half-assed apology, Cesar parked himself in the grass, caring little for what stains would come off on his dingy, old clothes as she somewhat rested his back on the tombstone of his grandmother’s grave. “So you’re really a witch?” He asked again, this time with more earnesty. “ Huh… Never thought I’d see one of yous. Gotta say, I didn’t really think you were real. Which, I guess is stupid as hell on my end since….” He trailed off, gesturing around himself before letting his hands fall back beside him into the dirt. Although he wanted to ask just how a witch gets killed, he ultimately decided it was in poor taste, and he had wasted his quota of crassness already.

Watching her as she moved, it was eerie to Cesar how close to life-like she was.He almost wouldn't have thought she was a ghost, save for her not being totally solid.  It was fucked up to him how such a pretty young woman was robbed of her full life, and that thought made Cesar curse to himself. 

“You’re funnily enough not the first woman in my life to tell me that.” He joked, knowing it was poor timing for one, but unable to help himself. “You think I don’t know the problem with just about everything in my life is me?” He asked, trying to keep from raising his voice at her. “ You wanna try booking gigs in a tourist trap where everybody’s here to see fake voodoo shit and haunted houses or where some serial killer hacked his victims to death? Nobody’s coming here for the blues and jazz like they used to. They want to food and the partying on Main Street with their titties out. You think a folk singer is gonna be chosen over a co-ed’s perky rack?” He scoffed. “ I’m doing my fucking best here, but it’s not like I can go back to college at my age and start an office job. You think I wanna be fifty years old working my way up the corporate ladder from the mail room in between changing my adult diapers and popping my arthritis pills? I’ll have a stroke before I make it to a managerial position.”

“Oh I’m sorry I was murdered.” She threw her hands in the air, smacking them against her legs when they fell. He was twiddling at his fingers, smacking his tongue against his teeth with irritation. She thought of how she might deal with him had she been made of anything but smoke and vapor. What she could do to this sullen man, cross with life and apparently with those beyond it. “A few parlor tricks, I slam a door, maybe I pull a rabbit out of my ass.” Now she was starting to feel cross.

It wasn’t until he heard what she was that she could feel him relenting, the wrinkles pressing in his forehead ceasing. Now he was inquisitive, and she could sense the shift in his voice, the change of look on his face. Joss rolled her eyes. “Yes a real one.” She scoffed and laughed, moving closer, sighing faintly when he asked the dreaded question she’d been asking herself for however long she wandered. “Kind of amateur hour for me on that one, I’m usually a lot smarter than that..” she drifted off, hoping to catch a drift of memories but they were still so clouded. Probably a side effect of dying. “We’ll get to me later,” she waved her hand, then pressed both of them on top of the stone.

Joss gave him a good, long look, taking stock of his material items, then at him. When on earth, this was one of the easier tasks. Joss had spent most of her life in observation and had a tenured balance of her own magic and what she learned from watching. “Well at the very least you’re living in stress. ” she gave a passing point to his jaw, sliding it up to point at his eyebrows, which half the time had been clenched even when she wasn’t speaking. “Your fingers are outstretched or in a ball, and your legs are shaking like a leaf in the wind. You’re carrying a guitar in that case that’s missing a string, but you haven’t fixed it..” Joss closed her eyes, knowing that she couldn’t conjure anything with him staring at her. “Have you been booking gigs?” She lifted a few fingers the same she would a flirtatious wave, flicking her fingers until she could flick at the strings of the guitar from inside the case, earning a low reverb from within. She smiled to herself proudly, opening her eyes to lean back on the tombstone beside her. “I think the problem might be you.”

[shorkbrian]

Street Cat hybrid shoto seems to like you so much, even more than he likes his owner Momo

When you come to see momo, he is 24/7 by your side, following you around all day long, touching you and your things, licking your neck just like he always did since he was a lil baby cat *W* and even worst, he still cries when you have tô tô home!

Why aren’t you his owner? It was you who saved him, but you couldn’t have a hybrid at your apartment, so you left him with your best friend.

It was you who made him more human. Without you, shoto would be still living in the street. But how could he feel at home when his home is you?

One day, Momo sends a message asking you to take care of him while she works for a few days in another country. She says he only wants you, and gets pissy and teary when someone else comes

You are happy to help— i mean, things are being so stressful at your new work! It has been a week since you saw Shoto.

It just happen that you carry so many new smells

Shoto doesn’t like that >:(

(This is a prompt/request. Feel free to change things or deny this shit. I just want some beastial sex with yandere shoto who cries while humping your pussy bc he finally feels at peace)

hoooooo my gosh 

(What to expect - NSFW, noncon, scenting, thoughts of watersports)

Hybrid Shouto who’s long and lean, milky skin scarred and marred in places from the various fights he’s had while living on the street.

He’s got enough muscles to crush you when he hugs you, to put significant weight on you when he tries to cuddle up in your lap as you talk to Momo. 

You’re close with Momo, having fun “girls night” when you and Jirou go over and drink wine, do each others nails, and talk about whatever been’s going on that week.

Shouto never interrupts, is always quiet as long as he’s by your side, purring when you scratch behind his ear, stretching out so he’s sprawled across your legs where you’re sitting on the floor.

Jirou and Momo think it’s cute how attached the hybrid is to you, coo at him whenever the hybrid jumps to follow you around Momo’s house, touching everything you touch, rubbing his cheek against your shoulder, hovering one step behind you like a clingy shadow.

It’s hard to say goodbye, especially with Shouto clinging to you, jaw set, unshed tears shining in his eyes as he begs you to stay, just a little longer.

So “girls night” turns into a fun sleepover, no big deal.

It’s adorable when you wake up to find the hybrid curled up at your feet, tail tucked around his body as he snores softly, ears twitching. When you go to make coffee, you bump into Momo, and barely begin telling her about the cute occurrence, before Shouto is padding into the kitchen, frown on his face, immediately jumping towards you.

Crushes you in a hug, pushes you against the counter as he comforts himself by stroking your shoulder, licking at your neck. “Thought you left...” The hybrid whines.

It’s easy to see how much he cares for his savior.

When Momo asks you to watch him, of course you say yes. He’s easy to please, with an even temperament and hardly any bad habits. You’d say his worst habit is his clinginess, how you can’t even go to the bathroom without the hybrid lurking outside of the door, waiting for you to get out so he can be close to you again.

But it seems he’s developed some unsavory traits living on the streets, as he pushes you to the floor as soon as you cross into Momo’s home.

“You smell different.” And it’s not a question. The hybrid’s cold nose is tickling your skin, first at your hands, then your throat, ghosting over your face before he drops down, pushes up your shirt a little so he can nose at your stomach.

“Hey! Shouto wha-”

“You smell awful.” He hisses, tail puffing up, ears flat against his head. 

“I’m-I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize.... I’ll go shower and change right now, okay? I’m sorry Sho’, I forgot you have such a sensitive nose.”

That calms him down a little bit, until you’re locking the bathroom door, Shouto stuck on the outside while you turn on the shower.

“Please let me in, I won’t look, just want to be close to you.” Comes his soft voice, and he sounds so sad, so plaintive, and you find yourself biting your lip.

“No, Shouto, I would like some privacy please while I shower. Afterwards we can cuddle or something, alright?”

There’s silence from the other side of the door, which is a tad worrying, but the quicker you can shower and change, the quicker you can go comfort the sensitive hybrid.

You find him curled up in his bed, buried underneath his blankets, frown on his face. It’s easy to slip in behind the hybrid, snuggling up against his furnace-like body heat.

No words are spoken, but the hybrid turns, buries his face into your neck, huffing and chuffing against your skin while you try not to squirm from the sensation. His little kitten licks tickle, especially when he starts grooming you, rough, textured tongue pulling rhythmically at your skin.

He dips too close to your chest, licking over your collarbone, but it’s innocent, harmless. Cats do this to each other when they feel safe, when they have a bond. You know Shouto is probably just trying to self-soothe after being left home all day. You know he’s a needy hybrid.

Shouto moves to lick at your arms, and that tickles even more, and you can’t stop from squirming and giggling a little when he licks at the crease of your elbow. Next thing you know, he has both of his slender, pale hands wrapped around one of your own hands, stuffing a few of your fingers into his mouth so he can suck on them.

You’re gasping in shock, surprised as you feel his fangs scrape over your flesh, the sensation strange and unexpected. “Shouto-!”

But the hybrid has his eyes closed, nose wiggling a bit as he falls into a rhythm, muscles relaxing as he settles down.

Another self-soothing gesture, you figure.

Today was a long day, and it doesn’t take too long before you get used to the unusual sensation of the hybrid’s tongue working over your fingers; it’s easy to fall asleep.

But when you wake up from your nap? Chaos.

Your shirt was askew, half your chest exposed, nipple pebbling in the cold as a neatly manicured hand rested over the meat of your breast.

The shorts you had slipped into out of the shower were still in place, but you were able to clearly feel the meat of Shouto’s erection as it rubbed against your mound, the hybrid’s hips stuttering forward as he panted above you, resting on an elbow.

He was gasping into your neck, quiet little breaths and held-back moans, trying not to wake you up.

But as soon as you got your bearings, began pushing at the hybrid, not even sure what to feel in this situation; Shouto lifted his head, blinking slowly.

“Want you to smell like me.” Is all the explanation that he offers, completely unmoving even as you get your hands underneath his chest and push.

“No-no, stop it, stop it right now Sho’.” Your voice is filled with panic, scratchy from sleep, weak.

Shouto shakes his head, buries it back into your neck as he starts licking at your skin, trying to comfort you, soothe you, calm you down. “I can’t...” But you knew what he was really saying, what was really running through his mind. I won’t.

The hybrid doesn’t settle until you’re drenched in sweat, wet and sticky from his cum as he’d pulled his cock out of his sleep shorts, came on your stomach, and thighs, and all over your shorts.

It doesn’t matter how much you squirm, how much you tell him that it’s wrong, how obviously unwanting you are of this treatment, Shouto doesn’t care.

Cum gets smeared on your face, into your hair, rubbed messily into your skin as Shouto nuzzles against you, purring as you tire from fighting him, grow limp underneath him, eyes staring blankly ahead as he violates you.

A small part of himself wants to go even further, to spread his seed into your mouth, down your throat, into your stomach. Shoot it deep into your womb, make you sticky and wet on not only the outside, but the inside too. An even worse, disgusting part of himself, a voice that Shouto refuses to listen to, gives him an urge to mark his territory in a primal, animalistic way.

Piss all over you, your belongings, until no one will come near you without smelling him.

Shouto wants you to smell like him, to smell claimed. By the time he’s done with you, it won’t matter how many showers you take - you won’t be able to rid yourself of his scent.

[bestworstcase]

"so there’s like. gift of the moon is both an erasure of dark and a story that makes him synonymous with humanity" -> it's funny how in the two brothers it's dark who wants to reclaim their power and wipe "this experiment"—a word light used in the lost fable to describe the world—from existence while light offers an option to take humanity's form and walk amongst them as equals if they prove themselves worthy—which he absolutely did not do lmao. like. yeah it's a fairy tale but ngl sounds like someone is doing some pr moves 🤔

also makes me really wonder what dark's endgame is going to be...

reading the two brothers always cracks me up for how appallingly bad ozma is at religious propaganda. this is the wise benevolent god of light whose example we should follow, he got pissy when his brother created [checks notes] tides, weather, biodiversity, and plate tectonics. brother light needs a new PR agent

anyway. what i’ve been noodling on a lot is that… like, the metaphysical philosophy pyrrha shares in v1 describes the soul as self-identity, and the ability to understand both light and darkness. and that’s… that’s dark’s gift. in the two brothers he gives humans “knowledge of themselves and their world […] so they can comprehend life and death” and then the god of light adds free will on top of that foundation (“the power to decide what to do with that knowledge”).

and that has some interesting implications re: the god of light’s disdain for humanity and his approach to immortalizing his chosen one being a never-ending cycle of destruction of identities, both the hosts whose individuality is gradually eroded away and ozma’s sense of self being ground into dust by the inescapable trauma of existing as a spiritual parasite. but it’s also really interesting for what it says about the god of darkness, that he, not his brother, is the one who created the human soul.

(it also potentially has some implications about the grimm—just because humans believe they’re mindless doesn’t mean they actually are, and the god who gave humans sapience is also the god who made grimm.)

and then, like.

light thought of humans as an experiment and treats them accordingly. but in the two brothers, dark agrees to do it because he’s bored and he likes the idea of making something that can “think and communicate like [them]” because “they won’t be as predictable” as everything else the brothers had already made, and once they exist light is “overprotective” and “underestimates” humans while dark delights in their resilience and resourcefulness. similarly, his response to salem before his brother intervenes make it clear that he wants humans to come to him with their problems and he is willing and able to make emotional connections with them, to see his own loneliness reflected in salem’s grief and answer it with kindness because it pleases him to do so. and when he turned on her it was bc his brother convinced him that she lied, that it wasn’t real and she only approached him as a thing to use.

the god of light wanted to rule, wanted humans to see him as an absolute authority and obey without question. (he was furious with salem for accepting that he said no and turning to another god instead. which is just. how polytheistic religions work lmfao) but the god of darkness wanted to be worshipped, in the reciprocal do ut des sense, and treated salem accordingly.

i figure that’s going to be the critical difference in the end. dark isn’t… good, by any stretch, but he does understand the essence of human nature a lot better than his brother (because he’s the one who gave it to them!) and he demonstrably wants people to engage with him the way salem did when she petitioned him originally. he’s not on the same page as his brother vis-a-vis humanity, and if light is banking on him pulling the trigger again… well. i can’t imagine dark has gotten any less resentful or jealous of his brother in the hundreds millions of years since they left remnant, and i also can’t imagine that a god capable of empathizing with a single human’s grief through his own loneliness wouldn’t also be able to see himself and his resentment in humankind’s struggle before the “obey or die” ultimatum light gave them.