#like they both remember but one has to recover from being a shut in and the other has to recover from Very Bad Therapy

[hyliansinventory]

nice

HermitFaith Arcana swap AU.

Goro as shut in hacker and Joker as Athete following the worse advice given in therapy

or, Sumitabas your Shuake but they both remember.

Their memories unlocked right after the creation of the Phantom thieves. Goro took the tec at his disposition to research and take notes of everything Ren tried to write everything he could remember on his journal. his first instinct was to look for the thieves but from first instance it was clear they didnt remember so once he saw Sumire he realized.

Also realized when he went back home that he has sports practice and a guilt and grief that feel both his and not his. Thing he knew how to do sometimes just slip hes biting back insecurity that wasnt there before, and if he looks to much in the mirror the reflection isnt his unknown twin but its joker bold smirk he cant seem to match this time around.

And Goro, goro researchs everything and when he is set to go and find joker himself he finds his hands and legs give in at every attempt at actually leaving his room, it knocks his air out, skin crawling. when he actually leaves the apartment everythings painfully loud and overwhelming, he can just contact him on the phone for now, Ren doesnt need to know Akechi thinks Ren doesn't need to know that he collapses from strain and overwhelm when he returns home from facing crowds.

Ren thinks Akechi doesn't need to know he keeps fucking everything he does, that he takes pills for depression to keep himself functional to a fault.

And even in this they both think its the closest thing they will to to meeting years earlier with untainted hands and fates so

Also Joker has braces, and Goro has freckles. And they both wear real glasses now. Goro is annoyed at finding the worse closet he has seen.

[authorhjk1]

Oh fuck can we expect a part 2 for Haewon where she gets absolutely destroyed?

Blue icing

(Haewon X Male Reader)

You expected her to take a break. At least five minutes. Even one minute would've been enough.

Instead, she goes straight for your cock again.

You just came in her mare moments ago. Some of your jizz is still occasionally coming out of her nostrils in tiny globes. You pretty much destroyed her innocent face a minute ago, making her shed tear after tear. Making her gag as your cock bruises her throat.

Haewon is now staring up at you. Her big eyes coaxing you into becoming hard again. Her tear and cum stained face still looks oddly innocent. What else do you have to do to make a complete mess out of her?

A similar thought seems to linger in Haewon's mind as well.

"Where do you want to take me?"

The idea alone makes your cock twitch.

You ponder for a moment, looking around her apartment. Something in her kitchen catches your attention, but that's for later. Still trying to recover from the tiring face fuck, you nod towards her armchair that's standing in the corner of the living room.

"Ride me."

A mischievous smirk crosses her otherwise innocent face.

One second later, you find yourself sitting in the chair, Haewon hovering above you. She hikes up her skirt, revealing a pink thong underneath. It's actually purple by now. Her juices have drenched the light fabric, darkening it.

"Did you get this wet because I fucked your face?"

You give her a triumphant grin. Haewon frowns in anger.

"I'm wet because your cock is big. Not you. I still hate you."

She tries to sound tough, but you see her nervously glancing at your lap. Her pussy is only a few inches away from getting filled. During your hook up, she thought it wouldn't fit inside her. And you honestly can't even remember if she was able to handle it all.

"Maybe you aren't even tight. I'm just big enough to stretch you out anyway."

Haewon sticks out her tongue. But with her skirt around her waist, hovering above your cock, it makes her look sexy rather than rebellious.

"You wish. I'm the tightest you've ever had."

The young woman proves herself immediately after.

"Fuck."

Both of you groan in union as Haewon slowly takes in your tip. Your head rests against the back rest, but you force yourself to watch.

"Not b-bad, huh?"

Haewon tries to smile, but her pleasure twisted face makes her look like she just had a heart attack. Her lips are tightly pressed together.

"Not bad at all."

You have to admit it. She really is the tightest. But there is no use in telling her now. You don't want to see that satisfaction on her face.

"W-Wait."

Haewon has half your cock inside her pussy. Your hands hold her waist, slowly pulling her down. But when she hisses in pain, you stop your movements.

"I don't think I can take it all."

"Didn't you brag about having the best pussy I've ever been in?"

She shakes her head. Haewon takes heavy breaths, trying to get accustomed to your size.

"T-The tightest."

"Just admit my cock is too big for you."

She shakes her head again.

"Keep going."

You pull her a little further down.

"Stop."

A small whimper escapes her mouth.

"Is this enough now? I've proven I'm tight."

It's your time to shake your head.

"I can't get off like this, Haewon. You either take it all, or we are done here."

You look up at her, seeing how her eyes are shut tight. You don't care if you just lied. Your anger still isn't completely gone yet. You want to see her suffer a little.

"This is never gonna fit though!"

"Okay then."

You attempt to lift her off of you.

A long and loud moan escapes Haewon's mouth as she feels your cock drag along the walls of her tight cavern.

"W-Wait."

Only your tip is inside of her now. You feel her tremble.

"Let me try again. At my own pace."

"Are you being competitive? Or is your inner slut showing, Haewon?"

Her eyes glare at you. The fire threatening to burn you.

"I'm no slut. Even if I were, you would be responsible."

"I'm saying this one last time. It takes two to tango, Haewon. You are a slut. And you know it."

The petite girl on top for your raises her hand. You almost expect her to slap your cheek. Instead, she glances a little lower. In disbelieve, you feel her hand wrap around your throat. And, since her hand is too small, she uses the other one as well.

"No! You are at fault. You seduced me."

You know she can't hurt you. Her delicate fingers barely even manage to make you cough.

"I didn't do shit, Haewon."

By now, you realize that she is halfway down your cock again. Her snug walls threaten to strangle you too.

"Then who asked me to go to his hotel room?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Your hands on her waist encourage Haewon to start bouncing. Not fast or hard. But still incredibly well. As if she had done that her whole life.

"Do you remember what you said at the party?"

"What? Huh?"

Her face is right in front of yours, her eyes throwing daggers at you.

"Make me drunk and put a baby in my virgin pussy."

"I did not!"

You feel Haewon tighten around your cock.

"Yes, you did. You pleaded for it. Begged."

"Fuck you!"

She rides you at a faster pace now. Her hands around your throat squeeze you harder as her pussy does the same with your dick.

"You didn't want to be a virgin anymore. You wanted to feel like a whore."

"You are lying!"

This time, she does slap you. Not hard enough to hurt you. But probably leaving a red mark.

"I'm not, Haewon!"

Your turn to reach for her throat. There is no need for a second hand. Yours wraps around her perfectly. Her wide eyes glare at you, daring you to choke her.

"You want me to repeat all the dirty stuff you said!?"

"Fuck you! You are lying!"

Despite her yelling, her voice seems to tremble a little.

You are still halfway inside her snug pussy, trying your best to hold it in. How long can you resist?

"You said you don't remember!"

"I don't remember what we did. Only images. But I do know exactly what happened right before we went to the hotel."

"Liar!"

Haewon's hands are now in your hair, forcing your head back. It exposes your neck. A perfect spot for her to kiss your skin between shouts.

"If you're gonna call me a liar one more time, I'm gonna destroy your pussy Haewon."

You glare at her, her half open eyes now struggling to focus on you.

"Liar! Liar! Liar!"

Everytime she says that word, she tugs at your hair. And she keeps bouncing, slowly taking more and more of you inside.

"I warned you, slut."

"I'm not a slut, asshole!"

You've had enough of the name calling.

Grabbing her waist once more, you lift Haewon off your lap. She moans and whines as your cock stretches her walls one last time, before she feels completely empty.

"What are you doing?"

She mewls as she has to lets go off your hair.

You stand up, Haewon in your arms. Since you aren't inside of her, your cock rests against her pussy and midriff. Haewon looks down with big eyes, imagining how deep you could go.

"As promised, I'm gonna ruin you now."

You reach her kitchen, putting her down on her feet. Before Haewon can ask another question, you spin her around, bending her over the counter. She is now face to face with the thing she baked a couple of hours ago. Your ex girlfriend's birthday cake. If she stuck out her tongue, Haewon could probably lick up some of the blue icing.

"Wait. Go slow, I-"

It seems like it dawned on her what you are about to do.

"You asked for this."

Without giving Haewon time to reply or to prepare, you push inside of her again.

"Oh god!"

She moans, her head lies on the cold surface. You are already halfway inside, feeling her snug walls around you.

Haewon starts to squirm, when you start to push deeper. You part her walls further and further invading her pussy more and more.

"It's so deep."

She sighs, unable to stop you. Even Haewon herself can't really tell if this is pain or pleasure she is feeling.

You reach forward to grab a fistful of her black hair, unsatisfied with the amount of moans she is producing. A deep growl seems to escape her lips as you pull her head up. You see Haewon's back arch.

The position feels somehow familiar. Even the feeling of being almost completely inside of her seems natural. Are your memories from that night coming back?

"H-How are you so deep?"

Her cute whine motivates you to push further.

"Oh god!"

Another loud moan echoes through her apartment.

"You were right, Haewon. Your pussy really is the tightest."

It feels like she can't even hear you. Her body threatens to collapse, despite the fact that you are firmly holding onto her waist and her hair.

"But that still doesn't proof that you are innocent. You are still a slut."

A whimper escapes the girl's mouth. You can't tell if it's a protest or a reaction to you, pushing deeper.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally come to halt. Your still not completely inside of Haewon. You have to admit that you can't go deeper. At least not now. Her pussy I too tight.

You leave her snug cavern slowly, before pushing back in. The motion makes Haewon's body rock back and forth. Her nails scratch on the stone surface, trying to hold onto something.

"You are... You are so... So big."

It takes her a while to form a proper sentence as you start to actually fuck her. Slow and deep at first. But you gradually speed up and become more powerful with your thrusts.

Now, Haewon can't even string words together to make a sentence. Meaningless sounds escape her mouth, everytime you push into her. Her walls feel like they are stretched beyond repair. And with every thrust, you threaten to bruise her organs.

Usually, you would be fine with slow but forceful thrusts. But this isn't normal. You are still trying to take out your anger on Haewon's body. And the cake in front of her starts to fuel that fire inside of you even more. You can read your girlfriend's name as you fuck her best friend as deep as you possibly can.

"Fuck, Haewon. You are a stupid whore for telling her what happened. Why did you have to ruin this?"

You don't expect an answer. Because she is unable to talk. A small puddle of her drool is staining the counter.

"Did you do this, so you can fuck me again? Is that what it is?"

Your grip on her hair becomes stronger. You use your other hand to slap her ass, making her cheeks jiggle.

"P-Please."

You don't know if that's a yes, or if she is just asking you to fuck her harder.

The sight of Haewon like this and her tight pussy slowly drive you towards your orgasm. You know you don't have much time left. You keep fucking her from behind, pulling her hair. You still need to ruin that innocent face. It would be a shame if you wouldn't. Eying that cake again, you feel your blood boiling once again. You just wanna...

You go deeper into Haewon than ever before, almost bottoming out inside of her.

"Fuck!"

She almost screams as you push her forward. She is now leaning over the table, her feet dangling right above the floor. Her face is now right above the cake.

Instead of pulling on her hair, you suddenly grab the back of her head and push down. Haewon's moans and yelps are suddenly muffled by the cake. You bury her face in it, covering it in blue icing.

"Whore."

You growl into her ear as you chase your orgasm, satisfied with ruining her work. And her face.

Your thrusts make her body move and with that, her head as well. You press her down into the cake, which is turning into a mountain of crumbs.

Seeing her like this finally makes your climax. You pull out, which almost feels like an impossible task, before you start to shoot your cum all over her ass and back. It stains her skin, mixing with the build up sweat on it.

Haewon's face must be a complete mess. Some of the blue icing got into her hair.

You admire your work. A completely messed up Haewon. On the inside and on the outside. Her face completely ruined by the cake, her ass and back full with cum. Her pussy almost looks like it's gaping as if she is asking for more.

Haewon feels like the biggest slut in the world. Used and dirty like a fuck toy. Is that why she tried to end your relationship?

[the-final-sif]

Dream's Response Summary

Dream posted a response to various accusations, covering just about everything ever because he was done with this shit. I've done my best to summarize it here, but I recommend going and watching his whole video. This is going to be extremely summarized for readability and I'm only going to cover stuff I consider serious so anything about speedrunning is getting skipped.

The tl:dr is: Dream never groomed anyone or had inappropriate contact with anyone underage, he provided proof that one accuser flat out lied, and the other ""accusation"" was from a third party who was never involved. The actual supposed victim released a statement that they were never groomed, nor a victim in any way, never was asked about someone sharing information about them, and wants everyone to shut the fuck up.

Police were never actually contacted, both twitter accounts were lying about doing so to make their claims seem real. Also the supposed snapchat video shown is a very obvious fake.

He covers Manatreed, the run down is the guy was a childhood best friend he grew up with and who was struggling with homelessness. Dream helped him, and never knew about the battery charge (Manatreed had lied to him about it). When Dream spoke to Manatreed's ex girlfriend, she was very clear she never wanted any of this publicly out there, that she was happy that Dream had been helping Manatreed and she wanted the best for him.

Dream still doesn't know exactly what happened with that situation, he has since lost contract with Manatreed, all he knows is he was trying to help a childhood friend and got lied to.

The first allegation from Oxy/Anastasia, he's extremely clear they only ever messaged in twitter dms and he disproves the claim about the texts/tik tok. He has a google voice number hooked up to his tik tok account for obvious reasons, and she was showing imessage texts. This is not possible, which means she was lying.

As part of this, Dream scrolls through his twitter dms and shows he responds to fans all the time and talks to people in his community from all over. He also shows how he's friends with and has hired people that were fans of his, including people like Foolish.

He discusses Amanda, the two of them messaged on instagram back when he was a much smaller creator. He showed/posted the transcript of the two of them talking about normal stuff. They had been messaging since 2020. He did attempt to post a complete transcript of those messages, but she had deleted some of her messages and he doesn't have a way to recover them.

Dream explains that Instagram has a "feature" where if you ever reply to someone, then you literally cannot remove their ability to message you without blocking them. Something I did not know about instagram and which is fucking wild.

Since he replied to her in 2020, that meant she could message him forever and her notifications would be constantly showing up for him. He attempted to delete her messages/her ability to message him back in 2021 and showed proof of this, but realized he couldn't. Dream also in doing so accidentally deleted the context to her messages that she was a fan and basically everything prior to 2021.

Since he didn't remember her (what with the prior messages deleted), she was dmnig him from her personal account without fan content on it and was talking about being a streamer, he assumed she was a smaller streamer he knew and was talking to her as such.

They were talking about music so he gave her his personal snapchat to talk and because he wanted to get some feedback on a new song he was working on. He wanted to send the song via snapchat so he could be reasonably sure it'd stay private.

Dream categorically denies any sexting with Amanda or sexual messaging at all, he goes through why she most likely did this (he had been ignoring her messages and made a new snapchat with only close friends). He also downloaded his own data (something Amanda refused to/failed to do), went through the snapchat logs and did see some messages, but never saw either of his supposed compliments to her.

Amanda claimed Dream deleted her dms and that's why she couldn't provide any of the evidence she claimed she had, but Dream showed those same DMs very clearly undeleted. The dms were never deleted and she lied as an excuse.

Amanda lied about going to the police. Dream had his lawyers file a bunch of requests, and track down the police station that she went to based on the photo. They filed every request possible for any information with this police station, and there was no record of Amanda visiting the station or any records relating to Dream whatsoever. So either she lied about filing anything, or she told a story such that the police filed literally no paperwork whatsoever about the situation. Not even a report.

Dream sent the police station a copy of his own drivers license and Amanda's information so they could contact him if anything did come up, and nothing ever did. Nothing was filed, nobody cared.

Dream got swatted several times as a result of online harassment, including his family, and the harassment was overwhelming and awful for him.

He addresses the gumball situation, he showed up to a birthday party for a friend, gumball's VA was there and kept getting aggressive with him. While on facetime with some friends, Cantu ended up hitting Dream to impress them. Dream was obviously put off by this, but at the end of the night people ended up ubering together and Dream ended up in an uber with Cantu. He thought it'd be fine since other people were involved.

Cantu dropped his phone out the window made the uber driver pull over to look for it and got in trouble with the police. The uber driver tried to talk to Cantu about handling the police in the future, and Cantu started calling the uber driver slurs and claiming the uber driver had "down syndrome".

Dream got involved, trying to defend the uber driver, and Cantu threatened to kill him and called him slurs. Later Cantu apologized and Dream wanted to forgive him. Only later, Cantu started spreading lies about him and calling him a pedophile, so Dream realized the apology wasn't sincere and called him out for his behavior.

The third party who had been filming all of this saw what Cantu was doing lying about Dream and trying to claim none of this happened. They reached out to Dream and gave him the actual video as proof of what happened. Cantu tried to threaten them out of sending Dream the video of what happened, but they ignored him and sent them anyways. Dream also had the uber driver in his video backing up what he said.

Finally, the Jamie Allegations

Jamie is a mutual friend of several people that Dream knew, she did not post the allegations, she was never contacted about any of this she made an explicit statement that she was never groomed or a victim in any way.

Dream and Jamie meet prior to Dream being a youtuber on bbh's minecraft server, they were both fans of Skeppy. Which is why Jamie was followed by Dream, Skeppy, Vurb and some other youtubers in their friend group.

Jamie is still active online and put out her own statement, the person in the screenshots never gave permission for any of this to be put out, and they are very clear that the messages were taken out of context and that the claims made are false. The person in the screens is clear Dream is not a groomer, they never accused him of that, and that the twitter account is lying.

The snapchat video shown is very obviously fake, because snapchat just magically opens itself, there's no finger or button use interacting with the screen.

The burner account never actually contacted the police, Dream records him calling to the department they claimed to contact, and the person answering is very clear they have no contact from this person.

The supposed recent document posted is a fake convo of someone using a fake twitter account to talk to "Jamie", Jamie did not talk to them and it's just fake.

All of this was incredibly damaging for Jamie, who had no idea what was going on, and was getting harassed/stalked/having her irls contact.

Dream has also faced waves of harassment over obviously fake allegations, people have just been taking them at face value. He also shows how easy it is to fake these things as I have done.

He's been swatted, harassed, his family has been swatted and harassed, he's been scared for his own safety several times. It's been awful for him, and all based on fake shit. He's not stepping back from minecraft, but he is stepping back from twitter and no longer engaging with people behaving this way.

Also his ping pong record was undefeated.

[cjlouwho]

hey cj, it's bisexualbrainrots again, and damn you've rotten my brain with kidnapped tommy so i made this. beware i listened to "only love can hurt like this" on loop while writing. big cw though, it's... quite something.

The air is wet, it's always wet down here.

It makes his nose tickle sometimes, and he has to fight every urge not to sneeze, otherwise he gets reprimanded, again and again.

He knows it's stupid to hope, it's been so long he can't even think what day it is. It feels like it's been years though.

But it's okay, nobody's looking for him anyway. 

Nobody is. 

And yet, he still holds onto his memories, at least for a while before the tears form for reasons other than the constant beating and burning of his skin. He can hold onto that, onto the drinks, the pick-up games, the karaoke trivia nights.

He can hold onto those blue eyes and that birthmark. 

He can hold onto someone's who's forgotten him by now. 

He stares into the line of light that comes out of the frames of the door, and thinks for one second that he could try and get up, that he could escape. 

Except he's so tired, he can barely squirm without shockwaves of pain flowing through his body, it doesn't help that he's barely fed throughout the day. But he's gotten used to that, to that hunger.

He still isn't used to the broken bones though.

Maybe his leg is finally going to heal, or has, he hasn't tried to put his weight on it yet. He's too scared. 

He's always been scared.

Maybe that's why he's sabotaged every good thing in his life, maybe… maybe that's why he'll die alone. 

Like he was always meant to. 

He thinks back to when this started, when he woke up, his hands tied and his body resting on a chair, a chair that soon would fall along with him. He used to scream so loudly, begging for somebody to listen, to find him. 

He lost that will a while ago. 

He frowns when he hears noises, it's not him though, he's learned to pick up the signs, this is… this is different. 

It gets louder and louder. Steps, people talking, they're approaching. 

And suddenly, the door breaks and at least five people get inside the room, he has to adjust himself, shutting his eyes from the light that's almost blinding him. It's not like there wasn't any light in here, there is a lamp above him, but it was always warm and low. 

This… this was too much. 

“Tommy… Tommy!” he feels a hand touch his shoulder, and as his eyes flutter open he sees her. 

Athena. 

“W-what…?” his jaw hurts, he's still recovering from the hit he took yesterday, and he remembers the sting when he had to chew that stale bread. He refocuses on the woman in front of him, the woman he hasn't seen in months.

Her brows are furrowed, but it doesn't look angry or confused she's… worried. 

And it hits something inside his chest. 

“You’re okay now, we’ve–we’ve found you Tommy” she looks at him fondly before she stands up, while the rest of the people search things around the room. 

One of the kneels, and asks if he can stand, offers him to lift him. But he just shakes his head to both questions, and tells them, in an extremely weak voice, that he just wants to rest. 

His hands are freed, and it's weird, not having those ropes on them anymore. 

The group tries to give him small talk, but he's still so tired, he just wants to sleep. 

All he wanted was to sleep. 

Until he heard him. 

“Tommy!”

It was gutural, like he was desperate. 

In less than a second he had those blue eyes way too close to his, and he didn't know what to think, or feel.

He lifted his hand, searching for his face, and smiled weakly when he got to touch his cheeks. His wet cheeks. 

“You’re not a dream…”

Evan chuckled “Of course I'm not a dream… God, Tommy” he felt his upper body being lifted and winced, hissing at the pain still very much alive “Shh s-sorry baby… I'm so sorry” 

He looked up. His head was resting in Evan's lap, and Evan was holding— clinging onto his shoulders, like he was about to disappear if his hands weren't touching him. 

He smiled at him “D-don’t be sorry… I’m okay now”

He blinked when he felt something wet hit his face, and when he looked well he say it.

Evan was crying, or well, sobbing, his speech were hard to understand too. But he could follow.

“S-something was wrong and I didn't know, I'm sorry Tommy I didn't know, I didn't know” 

There's nothing he wanted more than to lean in and kiss the tears away, but he was so comfortable right now, he was about to fall asleep. 

But he had to say something before. 

So he shakes his head, giving him a comforting smile “It-it’s okay… I never… expected anyone to look for me anyways”

And he gave in to his slumber. 

At least if he died he wasn't alone anymore.

Praying with everything I have that I don’t plagiarize when I eventually write my fic but this was too good to avoid reading 😭 😭 😭

[strawberrymochin]

Springtime Fushiguros♪

Context-: exploring the memories of childhood of fushiguros, marking the spring time of you and satoru gojo.

Trade-: geto shows up to megumi

Megumi hasn't yet recovered from his cold, you would have insisted him taking a leave but he had an exam today, so he was compelled to attend.

Both Megumi and tsumiki were pretty apt in studies, thus their academics weren't much of a concern to you. You were certain megumi would do well in test; what concerned you was not being able to pick him up on time.

Tsumiki has an extra music class for this day, so she won't be joining megumi. You were currently in your part-time job, working on a portfolio of one of your client.

You were short on time already, when the sky shrouded with furious dark clouds, devoiding tokyo from any light. Soon a curtain of rain poured down from the sky, followed by a series of cool current sweeping it across tokyo.

Megumi didn't had an umbrella with him and you would not want him to get even worse.

A series of thunders tore across the sky, following the white streak flash of lighting, unfurling across the sky.

Something seemed off.

The rains you loved seemed to have an odd air surrounding it as if foreshadowing; as if cautioning for a turn of events which you didn't quite understand.

Something definitely seemed off. You were skeptical about finishing you work any sooner.

Should you just call gojo and ask him to pick him up?

Megumi's runs outside, along with other students after his last class, covering his head with his backpack expecting you waiting outside for him.

His eyes scanned around the road. You were nowhere. This is odd, normally, either you or gojo would be present 10 mins before dismissal. He could see the white haired guy waving at him, during his last class or maybe you talking with someone other parent who would gasp at how young you are to be a mother.

'Oh no, I'm not his mother,' Megumi heard you say once when one of his classmate's parents asked you, 'I'm his gaurdian.' you'd said brushing off their talks awkwardly. That day, megumi had his head low all the way back home, his hand clasped around your fingers. Why couldn't you be his mother? He thought, looking at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, as you dried his hair with a loving smile on your lips.

A blurred memory of his actual mother flashed through his eyes. He has forgotten the way his mother's eyes would crinkle up in joy, styling his hair, similar to hers. The way she booped his nose when he got confused. The way her laugh sounded.

And when he tried to remember hard, squeezing his eyes shut, picturing his mother, the only figure he could dawn on his mind was yours.

It was raining heavily, Megumi looked around once again, trying to spot your figure among the crowd, when something sheltered him from the heavy downpour.

He removes his bag from his head, turning around to see a tall figure, shading him with his umbrella. He bents down to his level. Curved eyes seemed to widen a bit before curving a bit more, tilting his head to the side as a brisk breeze messes with his bangs. He was dressed in black sweats.

"You look just like him." He says, with a smile difficult to interpret. "Huh?"

"Enjoying your new family?"

"Who are you?"

"Im......close to someone you know—"

"Megumi!!" The guy looked behind him, eyes glinting an melancholic menace. Megumi turned around to see you, sprinting towards him, holding an umbrella, when you halt abruptly.

You couldn't believe your eyes weren't hallucinating. It was him. Really him. Standing beside— a wave of terror passes through your stiff body forcing you to run to megumi, pulling him behind you as you stand between geto suguru and megumi.

"Y/n! long time no see..."

Your throat dried up, unable to process any words you stay quiet.

"How are you? Are things fine?" He looks the same, just a little more tired, his dark circles under his cresent moons got a little darker, and his hair a little longer.

"What are you doing here?"

"Came to look for you."

"Why?"

"Come with me y/n." You shake your head at his words knowing very well what he's implying on.

"Geto, please don't. Come back."

"I can't."

"Please geto you can. Trade your memories with me."

Geto looks at you for a while, "you're still the same. You know they are still looking for you right?"

"Geto, i—"

"I have my answer... anyways take care of satoru and this kid. Seems like he finally accepted his feelings. Be happy." You didn't dared to stop him, not that you could. You stayed still clasping megumi tight to you, as you watch him disappear in the rain.

"Who was that guy?" Megumi asks, as both of you walk your way back home.

"An old friend. What did he tell you?"

"Nothing."

"Megumi?" He looked up to you, wating for you to speak, "will you promise me something?"

"What?"

"Never tell your sensei, about this okay?"

Megumi nodded, suppressing his questions, since whatever matter it was, it would surely make you sad.

A few days later, Megumi finds a photo, in gojo's closet, when you tasked him to get gojo a fresh blindfold.

"What takes you so long?" Gojo asks startling him from behind, plucking the photo away from him.

"Who's this guy?" Megumi asks, not being able to best his curiosity. Gojo stays quite for a while gazing at the photo, of him and the guy megumi's pointing at, hands draped over each others shoulders, smiling.

He flicked the photo back into his closet, not caring where it might end up, "my best friend. The only one i've ever had."

[supernatural-bias]

𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: fighting, brief mentions of injuries & alcohol. murdoc is a warning in himself to be frank

↳ song: rock the house—gorillaz

↳ notes: headcanons about murdoc & you. made to be platonic/a self insert type fic, but could be romantic too. this overall just stemmed from my infatuation and hatred for his green ass

nasterlist | commissions | carrd

• Murdoc is so self-absorbed. It's honestly beyond you how he hasn't floated away into the sun with how inflated his ego's gotten

• It doesn't help that he's regarded as the sole reason for bringing together one of the best bands ever recorded—something that he holds over the entire bands head when he feels like being an asshole

• With that giant persona of his inevitably there comes jealousy. The musician gets unreasonably grumpy if someone, especially you, is ever more excited to see a collaborator over for a recording session instead of him of all people

• "You were just gawking at 'em the entire time like an idiot! Wha', never seen a bloody live recording before?" Murdocs accent clipped his words as his gravely voice spit fire at you one afternoon. You just laughed at his annoyance, not even bothered by his attitude after years of putting up with it

• "Murdoc, it's De La Soul. Of course I'm going to be excited. It's ten times better than waking up to you rummaging around in the fridge with nothing but a thong on."

• "Get fucked you little twat." He barked, stomping off and ending the little spat. You didn't see him the rest of the day, no doubt off brooding in his Winnebago. It didn't bother you. More quiet time to hang out with Noodle for you!

• More than often, the two of you have been recorded in separate interviews talking about the other. Mostly just talking shit

• "So, what's this we've all been hearing about a certain bassist getting in a car accident?" A random reporter asked you one day from over their horn rimmed glasses. 2D, who was currently the only other person besides you that had been able to make it to the questioning, scratched his head absent-mindedly as you cackled in glee

• "Yeah yeah. I ran over Muds with my car one day. Just knocked his sorry ass right over. Pow! He recovered fine, dont worry, but the moment he did, I had to run for my life." You managed to get out through laughter. "Still have no idea how those fucking tabloids got ahold of that story."

• "Wasn't it an accident f'ough? I remember you sayin that." 2D tilted his head with a slight lisp

• You just grinned toothily and said nothing

• "It. It was an accident. Right?" He asked again, this time with more nerves

• The interview was cut off shortly after that

• On the topic of cars, Murdoc's own set of wheels was probably his only pride an joy apart from his bass. And ironically, the van was the bane of the rest of the bands existence

• The amount of times you had to bang on the Winnebago's dented door to tell him to shut up— the smell of cigarettes, sex, and too many air fresheners leaking from the cracks —should be a crime

• And each time without fail, you were always met with a shirtless Murdoc; either inviting you in for his version of a night of fun or just plain flipping you off

• You always found the latter easier to deal with

• Russel has always been the medium for any serious fights you and Murdoc would have. You both fight a lot, sure, but normally over small things like who should run out to get more booze or tune up band equipment. It was only when things got really heated that the drummer would step in

• Nine times out of ten, that just meant he'd pick you up with one arm and place you in a separate room until the two of you could stand to be around each other. It was always you he did that to, too, since the one time he'd tried that on Murdoc, Russel narrowly avoided a black eye and a week's docked pay

• It really was easy to forget that technically Murdoc is your boss. With how much shit he gives out, and vise versa from all of you, it really just felt like he was an annoying roommate. An annoying, rich, and vibrant green roomate

• At the end of the day, though, none of you really hated him. Well, the jury was still out on 2D, but you had a feeling the past few years the singer had been trying to pick himself back up

• Murdoc, however much of a prick he is, is still a key part in the band. Without him, some of the best song you'd all produced would have never happened, and some of your best drinking memories would have never happened. Hell, he even did a pretty good job raising Noodle. With plenty of help from everyone else, of course

• So no matter how many inanimate objects you all chucked at each other's head, at the end of the day you'd never trade him for another bass player

• "You lot getting soft on me now?" He grinned sharply at you, licking the outside of his teeth as you pretended to vomit at the mere thought of being nice to him

• "I'd rather die and be reincarnated as a cockroach." You grimaced dramatically. But the both of you were smiling at each other, breaking up the conversation with playful punches

[im-ovulating]

(A/n: Already day 6? Sheesh... Dont get used to these being this on time😅)

(A/n: Not proofread (as if anything I post /is/😅))

Word Count: 860

Summary- Don't be so receptive next time...

Warnings: Spanking, Degradation, Cumming untouched

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Alec/Jane Volturi x GN! Reader: Kinktober Day 6- Pain + Humiliation

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There were many perks of being mated to two vampires.

Even more once you factored in that they were both members of the most powerful coven's elite guard.

You had more freedom than a normal human in this castle. You were free to walk around and use the library as you pleased. You didn't have to worry about pissing anyone off and becoming their lunch. And, you had two loving people who would do anything for you.

What's not to like? Well…

Two mates might mean double the love, but it also means punishment and disappointment doubles.

.

You cry out as another slap echoes through the room.

Your ass stings and tears are falling from your cheeks.

The only indicator that you're even semi enjoying yourself is your obvious arousal. Droplets fall from your crotch and soak the bed sheets from your position.

Jane has you bent over on all fours in the middle of your bed as she brings her hand down on your ass again and again.

"What number was that?" Her voice is almost cold.

"Six…" you hiccup, trying your best to keep yourself upright. You only have four more; if you fail now, she'll start over.

"You remember your colors." She says it like a statement, but you know she wants an answer.

You nod. "Green," you answer her unspoken question.

*smack*

You sob out, "S-sev-ven."

Three more, you've got this.

"What was that?" Jane chides. "A mate of mine has more tolerance than that."

Taking a shuddering breath, you say it again, clearer this time. "Seven."

"That's more like it."

*smack*

Your eyes squeeze shut as you fight to hold back an orgasm. Your face is soaked with a mixture of sweat and tears.

As the feeling ebbs away, you count: "Eight~.."

"Look at them-" Alec seethes from his place across the room. He sits in an armchair with his legs spread apart, one arm leisurely thrown over the back as his other hand rests between his thighs. "-about to cum. Haven't even been touched yet. Pathetic."

"Very sensitive," Jane agrees, eyes not leaving your trembling form.

*smack*

Your arms give out, forcing your head to the mattress with your ass still up. "Eungh~" you couldn't describe that noise if you were given a thesaurus. You twist your fingers into the sheets as you push back release once more.

"Nine…" you whimper out, muffled by the blanket. Drool starts to pool against the fabric as your mouth hangs open from both pleasure and pain.

The sweet sting shouldn't be enough to push you so dangerously close to the edge, but here you are: teetering like the world's most dangerous seesaw all because of a spanking.

God, Alec's right. You are pathetic.

The realization stings a bit, but as you look across the room at Alec, red eyes boring into your own, you can't bring yourself to mind it. You'll gladly be pathetic for him. For her. Anything your mates want you to be.

"How desperate are you?" He snarls. "How desperate must you be for this to be all it takes to wreck you so?"

*smack*

Your mouth opens into a silent scream as Jane spanks you with the most force out of all the others. "...ten~" Your eyes roll back as you cum, hard.

Your body shakes with the force as you collapse fully.

"Typical. Cumming untouched like the needy, whiny whore that you are."

You're not sure who says it as your brain slowly starts to recover from becoming mush.

"Why did you need to be punished?" Jane asks, still behind you.

Why did you? You know why. But you don't?

Your brain is practically pudding right now.

Oh.

Oh, that's right. But you were just bored; you didn't mean anything by it.

"Because I let a lower guard flirt with me…

Your ass hurts, your feelings hurt, and you love it. You're going to be bruised tomorrow. Maybe even within the hour.

That's okay. It just means your mates are going to be extra attentive for the rest of the night.

"Don't let it happen again." Alec commands, standing and closing the distance between you. He grips your hair and yanks your head up so you can look at him as Jane slips into the ensuite bathroom. You hear the water start up and assume she's running a bath for you.

"If we catch our mate acting like such a harlot again, you'll get more than you did today."

The thought drags a debauched moan from the depths of your chest. Finally breaking his stone facade, Alec releases your hair and leans down to scoop you into his arms and take you to the bathroom.

As you said: having two mates has its perks.

You might get double the disappointment, but you also get double the doting and double the pity points after your punishment. Not to mention, if you like it, is it really that much of a punishment? You would have to disagree.

So, yes, you think, soaking in the coolness of your mate as you reach for your other lover once she's in sight. It definitely has its perks…

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Celebrity crush

jack hughes x youtuber!reader universe

note: i love this one, it's just cute and short!

“Do we have to watch ‘Nowhere Boy’ again?” a very annoyed Jack asked his obviously excited girlfriend, before he continued, “We just watched it last month.”

“Yes. But that was a recreational watch, this is a watch for research.” the girl said, already pulling up the familiar movie, knowing Jack will cave, he always caves for her.

“What research do you have to do?” the younger brother asked from the kitchen, for one of his trips to get food, between playing his video game.

“So glad you asked Luke!” she said, turning her body to face behind her at the boy, her boyfriend rolling his eyes (as he usually does) his head falling into place on the couch cushion behind him, as Y/n continues, “It’s the end of the year, and with the end of the year comes my ‘crush recap’ podcast episode. It’s my favourite time of year!”

“I didn’t know that was why we were watching this! I don’t want to watch a movie were the entire time you just note everytime he does something hot!”

“That is not what I do.”

--

“Who are you taking notes on in this one.”

“Who do you think?” the girl says, giving her boyfriend an ‘are you serious’ look, as she turns back to the TV abd turning on ‘don’t worry, darling’

“What I mean is Harry Styles and Florence Pugh, so which one?”

“This is good for you, two birds one stone.” Y/n replied, impressed he remembered who was in the movie. But thinking more of it, she did not shut up about it in the months leading up to the movies release (and many months after the release)

“Good.”

--

Sitting in the living room, Y/n was recording a podcast. Both the boys were at practice, leaving the girl a good time to record.

“She is so hot! Ahhhhhh!!…. I’m sorry, the Julian Baker thing is really getting out of hand. But like I’m in love with her so I don’t know what you want from me.” Y/n mumbled, looking as if she just got caught red-handed. Which she had, she was just too busy to notice.

“Who-Wha-” Jack said, before giving up and walking into their shared room to get ready to shower off the practice.

--

As Jack walked into the living room, looking for his girlfriend he comes to find her sitting on the couch. Blushing. This was nowhere out of the realm of ordinary for Y/n, but never this much.

“Who has you blushing this much?” the boy asked, coming to look other the older girl’s shoulder, only for him to bot be able to get a look as Y/n quickly turns off her phone. Now this was weird, she never has a problem telling him who her celebrity crush this week is, so why not now?

“It’s nothing.”

“Why won’t you show me.” he questioned, pouting slightly in hopes of getting her to crack.

“‘Cause it’s nothing.” she replies, her eyes following Jack as he rounds the couch.

“Really?” he asks, in a rhetorical sense, bringing his hands to her sides where he knows she’s ticklish. Wary of his hand placement the girl responds with, “Yes. Really.”

“‘Cause I don’t think so!” He announced, bringing one hand to reach for his girlfriends phone, while the other begins to tickle the girls sides.

“No! Jack! Aghh, stop!” Y/n struggles out, laughing and trying to wiggy out of Jack’s grasp. Yet, she’s to late as Jack grabs her phone, standing from the couch and running into the kitchen. Y/n recovering then running after him.

“Me?! I made you blush like that?” the boys yells, rewatching the edit of himself that previously had his girl a blushing mess.

“Shut up! Give me that!” the girl says, back to being said blushing mess, while grabbing her phone from the younger boys hand.

“Aw, am I this weeks celebrity crush?” Jack teases, following Y/n out of the room.

~taglist~

@inejghafawifesblog @dancerbailey3

[loquarocoeur]

Singapore prep : fucking long and slow in a sauna. Max dizzy talking non sense and Charles feeling his muscles trembling but holding on Max’s tights for dear life.

Oh my fucking god, just, the vision, slow sex my beloved

It would just be the steam room or whatever that Max has to spend at least an hour in as prescribed by Rupert or something, and he doesn't even remember what Charles' excuse was for needing to be in here and make a nuisance of himself, but it's just them in there now because they've got too much money not to get private steam rooms

And the point of a sauna is obviously that it's fucking hot, so obviously Max is going to take the robe off to just lie there feeling sorry for himself, thinking of how he's going to get through an hour of this heat and Charles being annoying, and he always forgets that Charles is not normal about Max being naked just because he's seen it so many times, so he doesn't really question it when Charles asks what Max is even in here for and Max says he just overdid the leg workout the other day and he wants the stiffness gone before Singapore, so Charles is like oh, what hurts, and Max just says it's his thighs, but he'll be fine tomorrow and he should have fucking known

Like it's probably the lack of fucking air in this place that makes him stupid enough to forget to question it when Charles starts kneading at his thighs to massage some of the soreness out, claiming he just wants to help and Max is too lazy to argue, because in hindsight that was so fucking obvious and Max should really have put an end to this when Charles got out the lube he'd brought so this was obviously fucking planned, because Charles is a bastard like that, but he'd already been too far gone to really care at that point so of course ends up letting it happen

Because Charles always does these things so slow Max only realises he'd done it on purpose when it's too late for him to throw a fit and tell him to fuck off and stop messing with Max, because they're already past halfway to fucking, they can't stop now

And now here they are and the thing about steam rooms is that the air is just vapor so you can't fucking breathe, and they're both gasping for breath and they can't get any, but they also can't stop and Charles obviously heard that Max is supposed to be resting and recovering and ran with it so he doesn't at all discourage Max from just lying there doing nothing, letting himself be fucked, for so long they far exceed Rupert's prescribed one hour, and god, they'd be sweating so much they'd both be dripping and Charles could barely even get a grip on Max's thighs, because everything just keeps on slipping and sliding and there's not enough air for them to be able to speed up, but it's also too slow for anyone to come any time soon, so it just keeps going

And it ends up going on for so long that by the end of it Charles ends up with stiff muscles himself from doing all the work and he doesn't shut the fuck up about it until bloody well Singapore

[rianavi]

finnick enters the familiar capitol apartment he’s grown accustomed to as you follow solemnly behind him.

ever since the reaping you couldn’t seem to look finnick in the eyes, your usually hyper and bright self locked away as the memories from the 67th annual hunger games invade your mind.

you had won your games with finnick as your mentor, he taught you how to put on a show for the capitol and disguise yourself as weak until the games actually begun.

you remembered when you returned home, new trauma and nightmares plaguing your life, finnick was the only one to help you recover from it.

he was the light that stayed on while you slept, his smile was the television you watched, and his laughter was the song stuck in your head.

all you have left is finnick, and now that the both of you are being sent into the games again, you have no idea what will happen if you lose him.

finnick turns to you expecting your sparkling eyes to be looking up at him through the strands of hair that never seemed to stay in place.

which is why his smile immediately drops when he spots you, looking down with your arms wrapped around yourself in a tight hug.

he couldn’t stand seeing you like this, your scent was the smell of cooked breakfast in the morning, your freckles the stars he stares upon at night, your lips the soft pillow he awaits to come home to.

he wants to cry at the sight, but he stays strong, for you and a bit for himself.

your gaze is brought to finnick as he hooks a finger underneath your chin and brings your head up.

he notices the way your eyes are welled with tears and your lips are pulled down into a saddened frown.

“sweetheart, what’s wrong?” his eyebrows furrow slightly

you want to say youre fine, you want to smile brightly at him, you want to brush it off and continue the happy life you have when being around him.

but you can’t, “finnick”

the sound of your voice cracking has him wrapping his arms around you, hand smoothing down your hair as sobs ring through your chest.

he doesn’t care that your tears will stain his shirt, he doesn’t care if snot gets on him, all he cares about is comforting you.

he waves off the capital escorts, sending them out the door as he holds onto you.

and once the door shuts closed he immediately drops onto the incredibly comfortable couch that offers a sinking feeling, hoping the ground you.

his hands weave softly through your hair, delicate as if hes afraid to hurt you. (he could never, even if he wanted to)

with the soothing feeling of the couch and his arms, your breathing starts to even out as your cries weaken and tears dry sticky to your cheeks.

looking up at him, he licks his thumb before rubbing it across your cheekbones, ridding the icky feeling of salty tears. and for good measure he licks his thumb again, giving you a grin as he does so. the sight making you smile and his heart stutters in his chest.

“what is it?” he asks on a more solemn note, quietly as to not scare you.

“its nothing, i just-” you huff, pushing your hair out of your face before gazing into his eyes.

immediately he understands. the unspoken words and rules between you add to the pain he feels as he realizes youre scared.

scared to die or scared for him to die, he doesnt know. (its the latter) either way he leans down to kiss your forehead before tucking your head into his neck.

“i know, its okay, im here.”

and as he repeats those words over and over again, you take in his scent and the combination makes all the worries in your head go away.

because right now your with him, and thats all that you need.

[eco-lite]

Finally making more progress on the pile of ST books I own but have yet to read. Here’s some good stuff from The Vulcan Academy Murders by Jean Lorrah.

[Image ID: The cover of the book The Vulcan Academy Murders. The background has lots of dark purple tones. In the foreground, Spock stands with a phaser pointed at a Vulcan creature with green skin, a cat-like face, a fin down its back, sharp claws, and a long tail. The creature is hissing down at Spock from a rock. End ID]

First of all, what is going on with this cover? Nothing like this happens in the book.

[Text ID: “Kirk recalled that all male Vulcans were married—had to be—and glanced at Spock. His First Officer, however, was very busy inspecting the almost un-touched wine in his glass.” End ID]

Interesting interesting. 👀

[Text ID: “Kirk had been given Spock’s room (underlined red by me) and McCoy the guest room in Sarek’s house—a house far from anything Kirk would ever have imagined as the home Spock had grown up in. He had envisioned either a sterile, unadorned ‘environment,’ or a castlelike ancestral residence. Instead, the house on the outskirts of ShiKahr was a simple single-family dwelling.” End ID]

This book is way too casual about Kirk sleeping in Spock’s childhood bedroom. Also, there’s no mention of where Spock is sleeping while they’re there???

[Text ID: “He remembered forcing Spock to control his emotions when he was five, and his schoolfellows taunted him for being ‘different.’ Under his father’s tutelage, Spock had refused to cry when the others shut him out of their games, calling him ‘Earther’ and ‘half-breed.’ Amanda had hidden her tears from their son, and Sarek had hidden his anger. Or had he? Perhaps I directed it at my son instead, he realized. He had intended to prepare Spock for whatever lack of acceptance he would face in life. And the message Spock received was that his own father did not accept him as he was, had to mold him into something he deemed acceptable.” End ID]

We love reflecting on our past mistakes. 👏🏼 We love character growth. 👏🏼

[Text ID: “’A computer cannot lie,’ said Spock. ‘Nevertheless, this one is giving false information.’ ‘Why don’t you try playing chess with it?’ came a voice from the doorway. Sarek turned to find Leonard McCoy, bouncing on his toes and grinning.” End ID]

I love them. I can picture this so perfectly.

[Text ID: “’What dost thou know of Surak?’ she asked finally—but her voice spoke more of perplexity than challenge. ‘What everyone knows: he was the founder of Vulcan philosophy. I know he is a personal hero to my friend Spock, the way Abraham Lincoln, from human history, is to me.’” End ID]

Kirk will bring up Abe Lincoln whenever he has a chance. That’s canon now.

[Text ID: “’You are not only anything, Spock. You are more, not less, because of your dual heritage. It is fruitless to wish now that I had made that clearer to you when you were a child.’ ‘You wanted me to be Vulcan.’ ‘That is true,’ Sarek agreed. ‘And you are Vulcan, representative of IDIC in its fullest sense.’ Spock studied his father. ‘You never put it to me that way. The last time you and I spoke as father and son, before I went to Starfleet Academy, you reminded me of how important it was that I think of myself as Vulcan. Do you remember your words, father?’ Sarek remembered. ‘I am Vulcan by birth. Your mother is Vulcan by choice. You are Vulcan by both birth and choice.’ ‘And then I disappointed you by making a different choice.’ Sarek searched his memory, trying to recover the logical reason for what now seemed completely irrational. Finally, he said simply, ‘I was wrong.’” End ID]

Yes! Let’s talk about our feelings! Let’s resolve those daddy issues!

[Text ID: “He went back to his room—Spock’s room, really. Kirk had brought with him a sturdy suit and boots, for Spock had suggested they might go camping in the mountains after the summer heat abated. (Last sentence underlined in red by me.) He put on the boots and the trousers to the suit, but decided the heavy shirt would be far too hot—" End ID]

Spock wanted to take them camping. 🥹

[Text ID: “‘He will recover, though?’ asked Spock. ‘Yeah—you can see him later, Spock,’ said the doctor. ‘He’s gonna be in considerable pain—you’re probably the only person he’ll be able to stand. Your son would’ve made a good doctor,’ he added to Sarek. ‘I don’t know how he does it, but he’s really good with people in pain.’ Spock’s eyebrows shot up at the unexpected compliment from the man Sarek usually saw him trade barbs with. Then Leonard left them to go back to his patient, and Spock turned to Sarek. ‘May I ask you something, Father?’ ‘What is it, Spock?’ ‘When Mother became conscious, you called her…?’ ‘Beloved.’” End ID]

Spock being very concerned about Kirk’s injuries. Bones saying Spock is the only person Kirk would tolerate while in pain. Spock asking his father about expressing love for an outworlder. It’s a lot.

[rachetmath]

Pyrrha: Hi you must be Alyx.

Alyx: Yes.

Pyrrha: Well I just want to talk to you about something.

Alyx: I mean sure but what-

Pyrrha: Not what. It’s who. You know Jaune Arc?

Alyx: I mean y-

Pyrrha: You know the Rustud Knight? The one you betrayed? Who you poisoned?

Alyx: Well I can- *attempts to run*

Penny: *blocks her path*Nope. All attempts of escape are at zero right now.

Alyx: You can’t be serious.

Penny: As the current generation would say," Oh yes bitch. Try me."

Alyx: Okay I may have wronged him a little bit.

Lewis: A little? You completely poisoned him.

Alyx: Lewis you are not helping.

Lewis: At least like Jaune I was trying. But you never listen.

Alyx: Look I understand but what’s the big deal? He got back to Remnant.

Pyrrha: Why?! Why did you do it?

Alyx: I mean… well… I… um….

Pyrrha: Alyx, understand, you have two deadly women on both sides of you. If you don’t give us a good explanation well…. I guess we’ll finally see if you can fall from heaven.

Alyx: Well I saw this vision and I didn’t like it.

Penny: Understood, what was the vision?

Alyx: Um… I *whisper* don’t remember.

Penny: You what?!

Alyx: I don’t remember okay?!

Pyrrha: What vision? Who’s vision?

Alyx: I don’t know. The writers didn’t give me anything. I saved him though. That counts, right?

Pyrrha: No. He just survived.

Penny: Plus your ‘help’ could give him problems down the road.

Alyx: Like what?

Me: I mean the fan base speaks for itself. I mean the guy hasn’t been in Remnant for years it’s going to be kind of hard for him to readjust. Not only that he has to recover from years of isolation, PTSD, trauma, and because of you he might as well also be having trust issues. Not only that he had to leave another friend behind. You and the Ever After might as have shattered him

Alyx: Oh Oum.

Pyrrha: Yeah. Oum can’t save you. Penny.

Penny: Way ahead of you.

Alyx: Wait you wouldn’t hurt an innocent black child right?

Pyrrha and Penny: ………..

Me: Alyx you heard the saying, “Equal rights equal fights.”

Alyx: Let’s say I don’t.

Me: No matter your race. No matter your sexuality. No more matter your gender or age. You made a choice to do what you do. And as a result of said choice you must face said consequences. Weither they be good or bad. Basically you may be a kid but you were grown enough commit murder. And as such-

Pyrrha: You have this coming.

Alyx: *crying* I’m sorry. I just wanted to home. Jaune had no idea how. So I did what ever took. And then the Cat betrayed me and I died. Please? Don’t hurt me!

Summer: Come now ladies. I know you’re both upset but-

Pyrrha: Ms. Rose! Shut up!

Summer: I’m sorry? Who are you talking to?

Pyrrha: You are a nobody. You have been irrelevant for a while now. You left your daughters and died. Your daughter ain’t shit. Your team is still disbanded even after you died. You might as well be an afterthought at this point.

Summer: Said the girl who’s only job was to run away.

Pyrrha: I went out in a blaze of glory. I proved myself. What the fuck have you done?

Summer: Um.

Penny: Friend Pyrrha I know I have no rights to talk.

Pyrrha: Damn straight. You suffered more than myself. All you had to do was live. Instead, you traumatized my man. He just got over me too. Why would you do that?

Penny: Okay, I’m sorry. But, he’s going to be fine now. Let’s just let her go. And we pray he gets better.

Pyrrha: Fine. You're lucky Alyx.

Alyx: Thank you. But I am sorry.

Pyrrha: Shut up. Oum damn. If this story continues he better get stronger and kill Cinder. Because this is stupid. I mean how much trauma does one guy need? How he is not a villain? I mean, come on, he can’t be like Yuji, he doesn’t have skills like that.

Penny: Well friend W-

Pyrrha: If you say her name I will end you.

Summer: Okay woah, it’s been nine volumes why are you mad about this?

Pyrrha: One; he deserves better. Two; I prefer your daughter or anyone else than her. Three; she’s fucking useless. And four; it took him being an old man for her to start liking him. Fuck that bitch.

Summer: Well like said, if you stayed alive then-

Pyrrha: If you stayed alive maybe Qrow would have stopped drinking. If you stayed alive maybe your baby daddy wouldn’t be in a state of depression. Maybe if you stayed alive you could help your daughter learn how to control her eyes and be less useless in fighting the Queen of Grimm.

Summer: That was uncalled for.

Pyrrha: Move along side character.

[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

Idk I’m just spinning Daenaera in my head and she’s kinda becoming a tragic figure in my mind. Like, imagine being born directly before a massive civil war that tears the whole kingdom apart, there’s violence happening directly outside the walls of your own home but you don’t know what’s happening because you’re just a toddler when unknown people come in and burn down two villages on your island. But it’s okay because you don’t know any better, you have two parents who love you! Only, your mother dies early in your life, so young you can’t even remember her face.

The war is supposedly over when you’re around five or six, but that doesn’t save your father, who goes out to sea and never returns. They say you’re an orphan now but you’re too young to understand what that means, you’re put in the custody of your two older cousins. They’re nice girls, you really like them and you trust them, so when they dress you up and bring you to a fancy ball where there’s so many other people, you get excited. Only you probably don’t get to talk to anyone, not even the girls your own age, as you’re brought up to this boy sitting on a massive chair of swords. He’s nice to you, and you can’t help but feel happy when they say you’re to be a queen.

You’re still six years old, and now you’re a wife. They married you off to this boy because they say he’s broken, and he needs someone happy who can “fix” him. Do you even feel the weight of the pressure being put on your small shoulders? You’re just a child, doing child things and that seems to make him smile? Are you even able to process that he’s your husband? You’re both children still, and yet your childhood was taken away before you can even realize it. But you make him smile sometimes, that’s all that matters…. Until one day, your older cousins return with another boy, one who looks so much like your husband friend, and he smiles so big in a way that you’ve never seen before. It’s his brother, who everyone thought died, and before you know it you’re tossed to the side.

You’re maybe seven or eight now, and you don’t know the changes going on in your kingdom. Your brother in law is young too, but he has a wife much older than him, and her family is doing some strange things in the city. Your husband (are you old enough to process that now?) fights with his brother a lot, and whenever he does he finally comes back around to you and his friend both. You’re happy because he’s paying attention to you, and people are happy because they keep saying how pretty and sweet and kind you are. They love you… But not everyone. You’re just a child, but one night during dinner you get horrifically sick. Someone poisoned you. You’re rushed to a maester who does everything he can to save your life, to the detriment of your husband’s friend, who’s dead. Do you realize that you could’ve been in his place?

You recover, but now all of a sudden there isn’t any food left, not that you feel as if you could trust eating for a bit. But still, you’re so hungry you cry yourself to sleep, you don’t know what’s happening, only that your husband and his brother kept the castle gates shut, all in order to protect this older woman who you don’t really know. There’s a trial that you don’t go to, but you learn of the aftermath. You learn that not everyone here loves you, and you don’t quite know why.

You’re between the ages of eight to eleven when your nephews and niece are born. Your brother in law is a father of three at age sixteen, and his wife leaves him. You notice how that changes him, but there’s nothing you can do to make him smile.

You first start bleeding you’re maybe twelve or thirteen, and the people who claim to love you so dearly now want your husband to sleep with you immediately. What is it you feel at this situation? Are you afraid?? The older you get, the less it seems you can make him smile, he shies away from even touching you, and the pressure placed on your shoulders starts to feel heavier. How long can you keep smiling? You’re still a child, but now they say you’re a woman grown- is this when you realize how long your childhood was stolen from you?

Your husband doesn’t consumate your marriage until years after you first started bleeding. You have your first child at sixteen, with no parental figure there to comfort you. You have another pregnancy almost every year and it’s terrifying- are you afraid of dying again? Will there be someone there to save you if something goes wrong??

After your fifth and final child, the history books pause their writing of you, but still the story goes on. In many people’s eyes, you failed your purpose. You were meant to fix your husband, to save this broken king from himself at the cost of your own childhood. It’s not his fault, maybe you know that- but don’t you feel a bit resentful still? You were just being yourself, and instead of helping everyone in your life put all the pressure on you. You smiled and laughed, you were kind even when you wanted to be angry or upset, you gave him so many children. It isn’t either of your fault- he was traumatized, and you were just a child, but does that break your heart any less?

You see your niece, married off at just sixteen. They say she’s a woman grown now, and she’s strong enough to not cry at the altar- but for a brief moment you see yourself reflected in her eyes, a small and terrified child. You can hold her, tell her that everything will be okay, but can you bring yourself to lie to her like that?

Any knowledge of your existence vanishes when your oldest son, eighteen but still a boy, dies in a land far away, fighting some pointless war he had no business waging. Are you still alive to grieve, to rage at his foolishness and weep for boy he had been? Are you still alive, when your younger son, sweet but unfit for that cursed throne, locks his sisters away and walks out into the desert alone?

Does anyone know what happened to Daenaera Velaryon, once she was no longer the queen?

Do you?

[wowa-bublord]

Mentally lying on my bed and kicking my feet like a schoolgirl while joyously waiting for more Zack and Cloud sketchies ❤️ In your AU is Cloud completely conscious and aware when he first breaks out of his coma? Or is there a sort of in-between zone for awhile? If there is, is Zack overjoyed or worried out of his mind (or both)? Does Cloud struggle with allowing somebody to take care of him?

Sending you virtual hugs should you want them or a crisp and respectful nod of the head if not!

IM SORRY this ask only just showed up in my inbox but it says it's from march 24th?? tumblr killing me with daggers,,,, This is going to be a long one sorry!! I'll explain the stages of his coma first, and then the stages of waking up from it.

In the beginning, while they are on the run, Cloud is in.. something close to a catatonic state. He can perform basic instincts, such as blinking, swallowing, the small stumble-steps he's shown doing in gameplay, and making small noises. In my au/headcanon, this is because of the Mako keeping his body up and functioning in spite of his intense poisoning. Because of the Mako, his muscles also don't atrophy during this period. He has no memories from this era at all.

After this, a little before the battalion but mostly after, his body begins to heal from his Mako poisoning. Which is good. but the lack of the access Mako leaves his body with far less functions. He begins to lose the ability to eat, becomes unable to even stumble, his eyes shut and don't open again. He falls into a full comatose state. Which, although it is very scary for Zack, and takes a lot more work and medical equipment, is actually a good sign for his healing. Fighting off mako poisoning this far is already rare.

(In this segment, he is kept fed and hydrated through his IV, but he switches to an NG tube after he wakes up, due to the inconvenience of the IV and continued difficulty swallowing.)

His first signs of waking up were a few weeks before he opened his eyes. He began responding to stimuli, ears flicking at noises, hands tensing, eyes occasionally opening but not for long. It's at this stage that he also starts having nightmares, and becomes more aware of his environment. He has blurry memories from this era, but in the moment he was mostly just confused and distressed, and didn't process it. this took up most of the few weeks.

After some time, he began to have more moments of consciousness and rational thought. He could start to respond to simple questions or requests such as blinking or closing his hands. He only vaguely remembers this. It lasts a few days

when he actually began to wake up, initially he was incredibly upset and confused, not being recovered enough to actually process the situation. This resulted in him lashing out, not knowing where he was and initially not recognizing zack, he struggled and tried to pull his tubes out. This was the final stage to his waking up, only lasts an hour? possibly a few hours? and he was finally fully awake after this!!

When Cloud woke up from his coma, his body was incredibly weak from being bedridden so much. His muscles had atrophied severely over the few months, which put him in a wheelchair as they worked on him recovering.

In this stage, he is mostly determined to improve again. He feels a lot of gratitude towards Zack for taking care of him so much, and a lot of frustration towards himself for not recovering faster.

his next stage was crutches, he recovered his arm strength faster than his legs. He begins to pick up on zack overworking himself, but he's unsure how to approach it, and often ends up saying the wrong thing. (He still uses an NG tube in this era, but he begins to be able to eat on his own, so he doesn't have it in for much longer)

His next stage is using a cane, which he ends up using for a long while. Even after his muscles have recovered, he maintains knee/hip pain for the rest of his life. He also has migraines and memory issues like in canon. At this stage, he begins to get frustrated with Zack more and more. He appreciates Zacks help, but feels frustrated with feeling like Zack doesn't trust him to take care of himself, and upset with how Zack prioritizes Cloud so much over himself. Due to these frustrations, he grows more confrontational. (<- comic linked is not 100% canon to this au, just an example.) Zack is overjoyed that Cloud is awake. He thought Clouds return to consciousness would help his fears and guilt ease, but for some reason he finds himself more worried than ever. He always backs off when Cloud says he wants space, but he finds himself worrying about what Cloud is doing now that he isn't able to be monitoring him all the time, and then guilty for feeling so worried.

[99hook]

Hello ma'am. Glad you had fun at aew. I have an idea if you don't mind. So I was thinking like Jack has Anna attack Hooks y/n and she is sent home to recover. Hook spends time with her at home. Yn wants to take this opportunity to have some "alone" time with Hook. But everytime she initiates anything he shuts it down.

She starts to have doubts about herself or if he is stepping out on her. She confronts him about it and explains that he feels bad for allowing her to get in the middle of his feud with Jack. And ya know they work it out and then smut. 😈

I was originally going to add it to the ones I did but you are queen of the fics and I was hoping to see what you do with it. ❤️

18+

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He felt like he failed at the most important thing that he ever tries to do. Protecting you.

Even though you were as tough as they come and had the outstanding ability to hold your own against whoever challenged you, he still watched your every move with intensive care, waiting for the moment when you’d need him as your backup.

But when the moment came, he couldn’t get to you in time.

He can’t stop replaying the scene in his head. Botched moves happen all the time but not like what happened almost a week ago.

The two of you were being ambushed by Jack and Anna. It was all planned, but the outcome certainly wasn’t.

Jack threw Hook over the ropes, landing him on his spine against the side of the ring. You and Anna’s brawl had made it to the turnbuckles in the corner of the ring. She picked you up and hoisted you on the top one. The intention was for you to bring her up and sell a risky move from the top turnbuckle that, in a perfect world, would’ve been similar to your partner’s signature suplex.

All Hook remembers is hearing the crowd simultaneously gasp before Anna shouted out, “Get the medics, now!”

He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget that feeling in the pit of his stomach. A nauseating, gut wrenching coil that made him woozy as he ran to where you were limply laying on the outside of the ring.

Everyone broke character that night and nobody cared. There was blood pooling on the mat and Hook was quick to snatch his wrist tape off and hold it to the laceration on the side of your forehead, attempting to slow it down while the medics took what felt like forever to get to you.

You were dazed and couldn’t move. There was a sharp, stabbing pain shooting through your ribs, nearly paralyzing you when he attempted to roll you onto your back.

You let out a pained cry and it breaks his heart every time that sound decides to haunt him. Jack was standing behind him with Anna, both of them frantically scanning the entrance for the medics.

“YN” He cradles your face, “YN, hey! Stay with me! Don’t go to sleep, alright?”

Your eyes rolled back and he lost it. The cameras panned in on him, his voice overpowering the mixed reactions from thousands of fans when they realized this was not scripted at all.

“Jack, go get the fucking medics! Now! Go!” He demands, sending his opponent racing up the ramp.

“YN” he tries again, gently tapping your cheek. “Come on, YN! Keep your eyes open! Please, baby, keep them open for me!”

Anna reached down and held pressure to the deep wound, your blood staining her fingers and Hook’s entire palm and forearm. She kept looking back to the ramp waiting for Jack to bring out the medics and time was a crucial factor to the point that Hook took it upon himself to get you the help you needed.

“Keep her awake” he tells Anna before he sprints towards the stage. Within moments he was back with five medics and a gurney in tow.

He watched their every move carefully, his hand squeezing yours tightly as they strapped you down and rolled you back to the awaiting ambulance in the garage. He never left your side that night, and doesn’t plan to still.

You were granted time off to heal so he took the time off to be with you. Your fractured ribs, a concussion and stitches served as cruel reminders that he just couldn’t keep you as safe as he was supposed to.

It was unbearable for him to see every time you struggled to get out the bed. He felt his heart cracking down the center each time he had to watch you clutch your side in pure agony when the jolts of sharp pain shot through you.

He wasn’t sleeping, barely eating, just waiting on you hand and foot because to him, it was the least he could do. He was the reason you were injured in the first place. If it wasn’t for him, you would’ve never been involved in the feud between him and Jack.

You were feeling better, though. He just didn’t believe that. After a week and a half of him tending to your every need, all you wanted was to show him how thankful you were to him. But every time you tried, he would muster up some excuse as to why he doesn’t want to.

It was starting to get to you. The way he would retreat from your lips when you kissed down his neck. How he kept stopping your hand from slipping beneath the waistband of his sweats. He never used to do that. Usually you could just give him a single look and he was taking you to the bedroom, but now you can’t even get him to kiss you fully.

It was late when you asked a question that had been sitting on the tip of your tongue. Side by side in bed, both barely watching what was playing on the tv. You both had a million thoughts swarming around in your scrambled minds, but for completely different reasons.

“Tyler” you whispered, your eyes falling to the sheets that covered you. He hummed in response, keeping his tired, low eyes on the screen.

“Are you cheating on me?”

His head snapped to you instantly, brows knitted tight under the disheveled hair over his forehead.

“Am I cheating on you?” He repeated as if he was taken back by the question.

“You haven’t wanted to touch me at all. You haven’t even been kissing me the same way since-“

“You’re injured.” His deep voice cuts you off. “And why would you ask me if I’m cheating on you? I’ve been here with you every single day since you got hurt.”

“Because you refuse to touch me!” You didn’t mean to get as loud as you did. “Like, I try to kiss your neck and you pull away from me. Every time I try to do anything you stop me! You never do that, so I can’t help but think that something’s going on-“

“A lot is going on, YN. But nothing like you’re thinking. I would never cheat on you, ever. I thought you knew that already.”

He looked hurt. Genuinely saddened by the fact that you felt this way and you actually had to ask him whether or not he remained loyal to you. That was never something he ever thought he would have to hear from you. He aims to make you feel like the only girl in the world every single day and now it’s just another thing that he evidently failed at doing.

He sighs as he drops his head, running a hand through his hair.

“Baby” he breathes out, “I can’t stand seeing you like this, especially knowing it’s all my fault.”

“Nothing was your fault.”

“It was all my fault!” He snaps with a sharp tone. “You wouldn’t have even been brought into this shit if it wasn’t for me.”

“It was an accident, Tyler.” You reached over and rested your hand on his arm, pleased when he didn’t pull away. “And if you remember correctly, we mutually agreed to do this storyline together as a tagteam. You act like you just drug me into it. You didn’t.”

You hoped you were reassuring him, but it was hard to tell. He glanced down at your hand and placed his over top of it, giving it a gentle squeeze before he sighed and dropped his head down again.

“I should’ve been paying attention.” He mutters. “I would’ve been there to break your fall when you slipped or-“

“It was not your fault, baby.” You tell him again. “It was a misstep on me, not you. These things happen all the time. It’s nobody’s fault, it’s just an accident.”

“That could’ve costed you your life.” He interrupts, his eyes widening as the different scenarios of what could have happened bombard him again. “You heard the doctor. You were lucky you didn’t break your neck the way you landed. That’s serious shit, YN!”

“I know it is, but that could literally happen to anyone at any given moment! You can’t beat yourself up because I made a mistake, Tyler. I’m okay. That’s all that matters.”

You slid your hand down his arm and caught his fingers, running your thumb over his calloused knuckles.

“Hey” you whispered, leaning over carefully, your lips lingering over his ear. “I love you, and I want to show you how thankful I am to have you. All the time, but especially during times like this. Please?”

“Your ribs are-“ but you cut him off when he turned his head, capturing his lips with your own.

“Please” you hummed against him, letting a slight moan slip out when he finally deepened the kiss. You felt him moving closer, sliding his hands underneath your hips to ease you down gently while he placed himself between your thighs.

But he hesitated as soon as he felt himself twitch beneath those sweatpants.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss to say, “YN, I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t know how to-“

“Just be gentle and I’ll be perfectly fine.” You breathily whisper before you pull him back down to your lips, desperate for the closeness that’s been lacking since you got injured.

You didn’t know if he was capable of actually being gentle with you, until he proved it.

He tenderly caressed your thigh as he placed a few lingering kisses to your neck. He focused on that sweet spot that earned him a couple soft moans and hums of appreciation but he had to fight the urge to take things to another level like the two of you usually do.

It was a challenge for him to keep his composure after so long of fighting the temptations but he knew he had to be as easy with you as possible, and when you’re fully healed he can take all night with you until you can’t take it anymore.

For now, he just wanted to make you feel what you’d been missing. He wanted to make sure you had no questions about his love for you.

He leaned back and slowly slid your panties down to your ankles and tossed them aside before he slid his sweats down his thighs.

You were needily awaiting what you’d been craving, and he knew it.

He was cautious about bearing too much weight on top of you when he made his way back up to your lips. He kept himself held with his elbows while he cradled your face, slowly and languidly taking his sweet time exploring every inch of your mouth, savoring the flavor on the tip of his tongue.

“I love you, YN” he whispers against them before he pulls back slightly, his eyes strongly holding the contact with yours as if he’s trying to make sure you wholeheartedly believe that. “You’re my one and only. Right?”

You nodded, your heart swelling in your chest as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. He placed one more gentle kiss to your lips before he positioned himself at your entrance. He observed you intensely as he slowly pushed himself in, making absolute sure that you were okay.

Your eyes screwed shut at the feeling of him stretching you out, and he paused.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes” you moaned out, “keep going, please.”

He was hesitant, so he pushed in a little slower. He held himself still despite the fact that his body was pleading for him to do more.

You ran your fingers through his hair, giving the soft locks an encouraging tug.

“Ready?” He asks, struggling to fight the divine feeling of finally being buried inside you again.

“Yes, please” you begged, earning a single nod before he slowly pulls his hips back and to. Your eyes fluttered shut again, but he could tell it wasn’t from pain.

He watched your every reaction until he felt you clenching tighter around him, and he couldn’t help but to drop his head to your shoulder.

“You feel amazing, YN” he breathes against your neck, peppering loose kisses along the way. “So fucking perfect.”

You moaned back to the praises and the feeling of him hitting your sweet spot just right.

He rolled his hips in. The thrusts so slow and steady, yet so powerful at the same time. He was taking the time he needed to really find the rhythm, and knew he succeeded when you let a gasp fly past your lips and a series of louder moans following.

“Right there?” He breathily whispers as he rolls his hips in again. He felt your nails digging into his shoulders, your heart stammering against his chest gently pressed to yours.

“Yes” you croaked out, “Oh my God, Just like that, please.”

“Don’t have to beg me, baby. You know I’ll give you whatever you want.” He continues that same motion. Slow, steady, and strong.

His lips latched to the side of your neck, sucking a deep patch in its place as he reveled in the sound of your broken moans and sighs intermingling through the room.

He sped up slightly when he felt your walls clenching tighter around him, knowing by the way you were hugging him tight that you were getting close.

He pulled himself back up, his lips locking with yours in the midst of another broken moan you couldn’t contain. His hips stuttered once when your tongue roamed over his. If he was standing he would’ve been weak at the knees.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” He groans.

“I wanna keep doing it.” You say back, before your mouth drops when he gives one more forceful thrust. He watches, making sure that it wasn’t too much, but all you did was reassure him when you dug your nails deeper into his shoulders and your eyes begged him for more.

He obliged, snapping his hips in and out, but somehow just as gently as it was when the trusts were slow and smooth.

Your head pressed back into the pillows, eyes screwing shut when he hit your sweet spot with a stronger force. That’s what you’d been missing and he knew it.

He leans down, the ends of his hair tickling your skin as his lips hover over your ear.

“I gotta hold back right now, baby. But when you’re all better, I promise ima take my time making it up to you. However you want me to.”

He felt a warmth arising around him, matching the feeling in his stomach that was quickly spreading through his entire body.

He twitched again and gave two more strong snaps in as your nails accidentally drew half-moon traces of blood against his shoulder blades. He rode that high out with you, doing his best to prolong it for as long as he could.

You had a vice grip around him preventing him from pulling back when your orgasm hit and all he could do was let himself be completely submitted into that feeling that made his head spin.

One of his hands clutched the pillow while the other one tangled up in your hair as an abundance of low groans and the occasional curse word got lost somewhere against your shoulder.

He felt your heart hammering against his chest and you felt his skipping beats. Breathless and spent, he slowly pulled out of you when your walls finally released him, and lazily fell to your side, gently wrapping one arm around you.

“I love you.” You managed to say between deep, breathy sighs as you ran a hand through his slick hair. He nuzzled into your neck and placed a tender kiss over the discoloration he left moments prior, whispering against your skin, “I love you more.”

[rapha-reads]

IWTV rewatch

(still spoilers for both the whole show and the books)

Season 2 episode 1 [What Can The Damned Really Say to the Damned] - part 3/4

- [Daniel] "Memories just keep bubbling up." - oooh, the face Louis makes at that...

- [Louis] "'Claudia was... uh... She was dreaming. Her head twitching like you would.'" - ain't no need to take a shot at Danny boy now! He hasn't done anything (yet)...

[Daniel] "'Maybe you're just uh, frosting the pie?'

[Louis] 'No. I can feel her. I can feel her next to me. She's having a nightmare. What's worse than a nightmare? If your soul's projecting out its fears, at least it's up and running. But the absence of anything? The void. The nothing. Pieces... coming back. Hours, nights. Objects, surfacing in water. It was just something she wrote. But it wasn't true. She could dream. Thank you.'

[Daniel] 'If you wanna take that break...'

[Louis] 'No. No. I want this. To remember.'"

Can I scream about Jacob's phenomenal acting? This man. I have no words. The voice breaking. The hand waving. The vacant eyes. The tears (he cries so prettily). The accent emerging from the flat Dubai accent. What a masterclass. Also who else thinks that when Louis says he can feel her next to him, he's not just talking about past Claudia in the memory but also Ghostdia in present time?

This scene has everything:

1, it showcases once again Daniel's profound compassion, in the way he doesn't try to push Louis more now that Louis is finally doing the job of being honest on his own, in the way he's looking at Louis having a breakdown with concern and immense compassion... Yes, Daniel is a catty bitchy old queen, yeah, he's grumpy and cynic and an investigative journalist who latches on his subject and doesn't let up. But he's also profoundly human and full of sympathy and humanity, and that's what makes him such a darned good journalist - he touches at the heart of his interviewees.

2, it sort of closes the theme started in s1 of memory being a monster, to open up the second theme, memory being a blessing. S1 was about how Louis ran away so hard from the truth he had basically changed his recollection of things to not face up the real events and emotions, ultimately leading him to just shut down - something that is explored more in details in s2. S2 is about Louis finally facing up to his true memories and reconciliating not just with Lestat, not even only with the memory of Claudia - reminder that he carried with him for 77 years Claudia's diaries in which she writes how much she hated him - but also and maybe most importantly, owning up to his real memories allows him to reconcile with himself.

3, it fixes a hole in Louis' heart regarding Claudia and the end of their time together. As said above, Claudia writes in her diaries that she hates Louis maybe as much as Lestat. But she also wrote that she doesn't dream, when obviously Louis' recovered memories show that she does. So if what she writes that one time is a lie, "just something that she wrote", maybe she also lied, "just wrote", that she hated Louis? Even if we can't ever know for certain, even if this session starts with Louis and Daniel agreeing to believe what's written and nothing more (a decision that's almost immediately abandoned), for Louis, just holding on to that thought, is everything.

- And there goes another queen.... Rip Emilia, you were magnificent. +10 points and a bit of grace for Morgan speaking Romanian and trying his hardest to save Emilia. [Louis] "Human affairs. Death, and how to avoid it. Their problem. Ours was in the woods." - bravo, only took you 30 years to learn that lesson. Better late than never I guess. Lestat will be pleased. With that and with the hunting.

- Claudia's sassing Louis, Louis showing off his fangs... And the revenant being a full horror show. Yep, welcome to the Old Romania portion of the story.

[Louis] "'What. The. Hell is that?'

[Claudia] 'It's... A vampire.'

[Louis] 'No, I'm a vampire. That's a fucking catfish with teeth. It's dirty. It doesn't like us.'

[Claudia] 'Us, you, the same.'

[Louis] 'Not the same, not even close.'"

This show is a comedy.

- Do you think a vampire with a rifle is more or less dangerous than a vampire with just their fangs and claws...? Someone needs to make a poll.

- One queen exits (Emilia), another emerges (Daciana)... And what intensity. What pain. A motherless mother. [Louis] "An angry woman vampire. A mom." - the fact that Louis himself points that out, as if he's somehow recognising himself in her... The way he says "a mom", full of wonder and understanding. Because a parent is a parent and no matter the words used, he is Claudia's parent, and he spent years suffering his child's absence. He knows.

- [Louis] "Through the forest, as if a fairy tale." - hello, did you know that today's Fantasy literature, inherited from the Fantastique literature, comes directly from fairy tales and folktales? There's a direct pipeline between "Le Petit Poucet" (Little Thumbling, a fairy tale about a boy abandoned in the woods finding his way back home thanks to the trail of white stones he left behind) or "Hansel and Gretel" and the musical story of "Emilie Jolie", where a little girl all alone in her house follows the characters of her storybook into the pages of the book. A very French example, I know, I know, but I was looking for something that would reference being alone and lost in the woods, like Claudia and Louis here. In any case, what I meant to say is, go read amongst others Tolkien's essay "On Fairy Stories", Daniel Baker's essay "Why We Need Dragons: The Progressive Potential of Fantasy" (Journal of the Fantastic in the Arts, 2012), Carh Filmer-Davies' "On Fantasy Stories" (Mythlore, 2000) and Jack Zipes' "The Irresistible Fairy Tale: The Cultural and Social History of a Genre" (Princeton UP, 2012). I have a lot more bibliography but they're more related to what I wrote about in my thesis which is Beauty and the Beast, a fairy tale that woumd be fascinating to explore in relation to Lestat, so I'm going to stop here. Man, when can I go do my folklore PhD...?

- [Louis] "But even if we could get her to talk, what would she say? What, after all, can the damned really say to the damned?" - interesting, the way the book quote (see part 1) was inserted in the show narration... Really emphasises how lost and alone, metaphorically, Louis and Claudia are.

- Welp. I have to put the entire conversation between Louis, Claudia and Daciana. Every line is fascinating.

[Louis] "'We are from over the ocean.'

[Claudia] "Five years we've looked for you. We came to where vampires are spoken of, to find others like ourselves.'

[Daciana] 'We own the night. Yes?'

[Claudia, Louis, in English] 'Yes.'

[Daciana] 'Long centuries, into the villages, into their hovels, drinking, drinking, drinking. They don't want life anymore.'

[Claudia] 'Maybe it's the blood. [In English to Louis] Tell her about the blood.'

[Louis, in stammering Romanian] 'It's blood here... Can't... You...'

[Claudia] 'Say it in English.'

[Louis in English/Claudia in Romanian] 'The blood is bad here. The humans, there's too much sadness, too much pain. We feel it too when we drink. We can't get warm. Our bodies hurt. Maybe you need better blood.'

[Daciana] 'From over the ocean?'

[Claudia] 'America.'

[Daciana] 'Another one like a burnt tray of bread.'

[Claudia] 'How many of us are left? How about this one?'

[Daciana] 'Cezare Romulo. He was a droll one. Killed a travelling circus in Sibiu, everyone but the bear... but all those in darkness go into darkness.'

[Louis] 'What's she saying?'

[Claudia] 'Who's left?'

[Daciana] 'You killed my last out in the forest.'

[Louis] 'What's she saying?'

[Claudia] 'He was hurting us.'

[Daciana] 'All of them dead now. All gone. Like cream from the top of a milk bucket. So many nights to come on the devil's road, playing in their blood, oh, you will laugh and laugh...'

[Claudia] 'And you'll come with us? '

[Daciana] 'Yes. You will take me over the ocean with you. And I will grow strong again. And tell you my story. And you will tell me yours. And we will kill for the small comforts and wait for my children to join us... The wind in our hair and bare feet in the grass. Daciana.'

'Louis.' 'Claudia.'

[Daciana] 'We own... nothing.'"

Be right back, need to add Romanian to my Duolingo list.

What a scene. A scene that will stay with Louis forever, reminding him for decades to come of the immense strength and the immense fragility of the vampire. Of the power of the creature owning the night, and the fragility of the creature bending under the weight of inconmensurable, endless time. Lesson learned, again. "All those in darkness go into darkness".

I love that Daciana, this ancient, timeless vampire, remembers little pleasures of human life and uses them as a measure of good and bad things, burnt bread one tip of the scale, cream from the top of a milk bucket the other side. As if, at the end, what sustained her wasn't the blood anymore, but those long ago memories of when she was human. A loop, ended.

Louis being the one who understands the blood and can explain it, after all those years rejecting it. He truly is the most dangerous one.

From a very meta perspective, it's hilarious that they made the character played by the actor famously known for his languages and accents abilities the one who struggles with languages. Very on the nose, very funny.

Claudia's face, the pure joy and elation when Daciana talks about going with them. And then the crestfallen, resigned expression when she throws herself in the fire. Emphasises the youth of Claudia and Louis. They want someone to willingly and joyfully guide them and teach them, an adult adultier than them. And they can't find anyone. Lestat refused, bound by his promise to Marius, his control and abandonment issues, Daciana had enough of the devil's road, and when they meet Armand, he doesn't want to guide but to, again, control and dominate. You know who they should have found? Pandora. She would have taken them under her wing if she had met them independently from Lestat. Pandora would have been worth it. I want a fic where Pandora meets them while they're travelling through Europe and decides to mentor them.

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