#literally the only reason I would leave is if it just wasn't worth it to stay

[eggmeralda]

that period of time between south park post covid being announced in 2021 to summer 2022 when everyone got obsessed with truffula flu was moderately heavenly

[prismatica-the-strange]

Nope, I'm still crying

[foxgonyoom]

As someone who's fairly new to Tumblr (at least compared to many of the people on this site) learning lore shit like this is really interesting and entertaining to me lol.

it’s been said before but the fact this site used to let you edit other people’s posts is beyond unhinged. the potential for slander was next level, you really could just edit the body of posts that weren’t even your own and it’d look like the OP said it. just casually spread misinformation via reblog, the original post being lost to time. john green cock monologue. sayonara you weeaboo shits. they gave us way too much power. can you imagine if a website let you do that today? people would lose their fucking minds. sure, on twitter you can impersonate anybody, but you have to make your own tweets. they would never let you edit other people’s tweets! that’s stupid! it’s literally the worst feature any social media site could ever have! if it ever happened somewhere else, it would be by accident and fixed immediately! but on old school tumblr? yeah, you could edit someone’s childhood fear from vampires to danny devito, and we all just had to live like that for years. INSANE.

[jayktoralldaylong]

One of my favourite things about Arcane is that all the couples can be read as toxic, which is GREAT.

I'm tired of people bringing morality debates into dark media. Let dark media be fucking dark. You guys wouldn't survive a day in the TMA fandom, needing everyone to be as good as gold. How are they going to make for enjoyable complex characters if they're not morally grey. In fact, I wish there'd been more expansion on just how morally black they can become!

"CaitVi is so toxic" According to lesbian statistics, that sounds just about accurate. 💀 Heck, I wish Caitlyn had done more (Not really, but it would have been nice to further explore the darkness in her heart). Isn't it adorable how she immediately folded as soon as Vi called her cupcake? Caitlyn's like one of those villains that will consistently do the most....until it comes to someone else hurting her girlfriend. The only one allowed to hurt her girlfriend is her. 💀

Then let's talk about Vi. Someone pointed out how Vi never cared about Zaun's independence in the first place and many people yelled that they were wrong. But actually, they were right. Vi never wanted Zaun. Zaun was Silco's dream, and Jinx inherited that dream cause Silco would never shut up about it. Vi wanted Piltover to take responsibility for all the shit they allowed to happen in the Undercity. That's a part of the reason she joined up with Caitlyn in the first place. Let's not forget she wasn't dissuaded when she dragged Jayce down to fight with her and he killed a child. Children been dying, it's been her whole life. Someone needed to do something about it, and Zaun would have just isolated the people from all the privileges that Piltover SHOULD have been providing for them. Some people just can't accept that Independence cannot in fact solve every problem, and sometimes independence is colonisers running away from the responsibility of fixing the mess that they started in the first place.

Besides, we all know Vi joined up with the Enforcers because "I feel like I am worthless if I can't be of service." She'd already run out of family members to serve, Caitlyn was the next best thing. She's just like Jayce.

And speaking of Jayce, let's talk about his violent levels of codependency with anyone who'll give him attention. People LOOOOVE to talk about Mel, but it's there with Viktor too. When bro wasn't basing his worth on his inventions, he was centering it around Viktor.

Viktor who decided at some point in his life that he would not LIVE without Jayce. He was fine dying without him, but living without him was unacceptable. Oh how healthy. 🙄😂 Viktor be the kind of toxic ex to threaten divorce 500 times over, then burn the world when you actually leave him. Jayce is no better cause he's the kind of guy to keep going back to his toxic Ex.

Yes, Mel is manipulative. That's what I love about her. How are you guys failing to give this woman the praise of being an outsider in Piltover, but running their entire council. 💀 Girl raises her hand once and the whole government starts spinning. She was the best sugar mummy Jayce and Viktor could ever ask for. She kept the whole city running. Literally the entire of Piltover dancing on her palm. And yes she manipulated Jayce but let's not forget she thought that was a love language. 💀 You wanna be mad at someone, be mad at Ambessa for raising her that way.

I also don't think it's fair to blame her for the Undercity situation, she's not native. Monkey see, monkey do, and not a single one of those Council members actually cared about the situation down there, it was deplorable. 💀 Jayce did way more in his two weeks as Councillor than any of those drug pushing, money laundering, Piltovian heads of government.

And that just covers MelJayVik, we don't even need to get fully into TimeBomb, cause we know what's wrong there. 💀 Surely we have not forgotten the many teammates Jinx has killed, but making sure to never kill Ekko cause that's her man. Ekko has a lot to unpack, like how his consistent and unwavering love for Jinx is an indication of a lot of doors he might not be ready to open. I know they dynamics go crazy and I love to see it.

Ambessa and Sevika are a crack ship but I'm sure we all know bedroom dynamics go crazy with Mrs. Warlord and Miss Liberation. I love it when characters clash in a toxic heap. It's insane and should be explored.

Quit saintifying my toxic ships with your woke morality debates. If you want everyone to be sunshine and rainbows then you should be watching literally anything else. 💀 "It's not healthy." GOOD, I like it that way. 💀 Angst, spice and trauma are the recipe for a plethora of explorative fanfiction. Any of their dynamics can be taken in any toxic direction and I want that EXPLORED.

[romaniacs]

▌ㅤNATASHA ROMANOFF — STRAWBERRY CAKE

( read more ) synopsis — you attempt to piss natasha off over and over in the simplest ways to get her to talk to you, but all she thinks is that you look adorable trying so hard to steal a glance from her. warnings — none, just fluff.

natasha glances at you with a look that would send a shiver down your spine. the reason? the slice of cake you stole from her. why would you do that? because that's the only thing that seems to get her attention on you — annoying her. "wasn't my name literally written on that slice, y/n?" you nod. "why'd you take it, then? are you illiterate all of a sudden?"

"no, just very hungry, and rogers stole my dessert, so" you shrug off your fear and take another spoonful of her tasty, soft strawberry cake. "i don't really like strawberry, to be honest, but this is really good."

natasha chuckles. "i see. have it then, princess."

and there you have it. princess. the butterflies go wild in your stomach whenever she says that or looks at you for more than five seconds. it's silly. it's almost childish. and it's worth it, risking crossing a line.

"why do you keep doing that, though?" she questions.

"doing what?"

"these little things. stealing my blanket. my jacket. my drink" natasha never really questioned you about that before, so now you freeze on the spot. you stop chewing. you swallow the strawberry in your mouth almost whole. "you're not a kleptomaniac, and i'm not stupid. what's going on? are you needy or something?"

you nearly choke.

"why would that have anything to do with you?"

she grins. "because you blush every time i say 'keep it then, princess', 'enjoy it, princess'. you kinda fold. it's cute" her smile doesn't fade a single bit, and she takes the fork from your hand to have a bite of the cake. "don't think you want my things, though, i think you want me. and there's no need to be shy to ask, you know?" natasha places a strand of hair behind your ear. "stop feeding your kleptomaniac tendencies, alright? i'm here whenever you feel ready."

with that, natasha just leaves the room and an astonished you behind. you don't even feel hungry anymore, the butterflies exploding one by one in your stomach. have you been that obvious all this time? and how come she sounds like she really has nothing against that?

[beardysuits]

Bulking Up pt 1

Ian, just the sight of him inspired conflicting emotions ranging from rage, to jealousy, to desire, to lust. Ian was the pretty boy of the office and the boss's favorite. He could literally do no wrong, and yet, I was probably the only one who knew what he was really like. See Ian and I went to college together and even participated in the same internship program. He and I also had to share the same job duties, schedule, and workload. Only Ian decided his time wasn't worth the work and decided it was up to me to do the work for both of us. Obviously initially I told him absolutely no way, but that all changed when he got some dirt on me.

Mr. Galveston was head of the law firm Ian and I worked at and if we were tasked with naming the first three words which came to mind when we though of him, it would be intimidating, big, and daddy. Despite running an entire firm and raising three kids, Mr. Galveston still seemed to have the time to run every morning and lift weights. It helped too that he was graced with the hairline of a 20-year old and the skin I'm sure he had to perform a ritual sacrifice to obtain. As you can imagine, I had spent many late nights fantasizing about him, he was prime spank bank material! Unfortunately those late nights alone were not enough for me and my stupid horny brain.

I may have definitely broken some HR guidelines. One day we had a meeting where Mr. Galveston had praised my latest work and it ended with a "good job son". My cock immediately got hard and I had to adjust myself as discreetly as possible. As soon as the meeting concluded, I had to excuse myself and run to the bathroom to pump one out. What I didn't realize is that Ian had followed me, peaked over the stall door and snapped a photo of me, hand gripping my cock and cumming all over the toilet bowl.

"Say cheese," he said to me. The cheeky bastard. I begged Ian not to tell anybody what I had done and he agreed, for a price. So, that was how I got stuck working later and later hours to get the work done for both of us, while Ian sat on his ass all day flirting with our female colleagues. And the worst part about it? If Ian in some weird twist of character told me to get on my knees and blow him, I would still say yes in a heartbeat. I mean, he was built like a god. 6 pack, veiny arms, pecs like an olympian. He was a fucking model and he knew it. Meanwhile there was me, pudgy, couldn't grow a beard to save my life, and just short enough for him to call me munchkin as he held his hand out for his work. I hated his guts.

It was a typical Tuesday night at the office and I had ordered myself a pizza, which I ate at my desk while wrapping up my work and about to start Ian's. I glanced at the clock. 6 PM. I should have been able to leave an hour ago, but got held up doing some data entry Ian was tasked with at noon. Now I still had a stack of papers for him to get started on. There was a rap of knuckles at front of my desk. I looked up to find Tabitha, the office kook. She was a nice enough woman, but she certainly didn't have too many people speak with her for a reason.

"Marty, what are you doing here so late?" she asked me. I swallowed my latest bite and cleared my throat.

"Just need to finish some things here and I'll be heading out. What about you?" I asked her. She sighed and twirled the medallion she always wore around her neck.

"Catching up from my vacation. Being gone a week lets things pile up. Oh, but what I wouldn't do to return to Europe in a second..." she droned on and on about her trip, which I had heard about three times already. But, she was also one of the few people to be genuinely kind to me, so I let her ramble while I set Ian's work aside.

"Oh and goodness! I almost forgot! How could I?" he said, startling me awake after I had zoned out. She pulled her purse forward and fished around in it before holding her closed hand out to me.

"I found this little beauty while I was out there. There's a small village out in the countryside which is said to be the ancient home of witches. I saw this and just thought of you," she said. She opened up her hand, and in her palm was... a rock.

It was a pretty rock, don't get me wrong. It shone and had shimmers of jade green crackling along it's flat surface. But again, it was a rock.

"Oh wow Tabitha that's... beautiful," I told her. She nodded, took my hand, and placed the rock in my palm.

"It's said to be a wishing stone. You hold it close to your heart, wish your deepest desire to it, and place it under your pillow. It's said those who are truly worth of their wish will have it come true."

I twirled the rock around in my hand before setting it on the desk.

"Thank you Tabitha, that's very sweet of you," I told her. I really was touched she thought so nicely of me.

"Well, make sure you have that wish be a good one. Maybe even get you out of here a little earlier next time," she said with a wink. "I have to go home to the cats though, you find your way out of here soon, okay?"

I waved her off as she went the door. I got back to Ian's paperwork, but found it hard to concentrate. The stone kept catching my attention. It was like it caught the light at every angle and shone its shimmering green gaze back at me. About an hour later, I gave up and left Ian's work half done.

Once I was home, I slumped on the couch and turned on some TV. I couldn't even focus on the most mindless of shows though. Every thought came back to the stone. I fished it out of my pocket and turned it through my fingers. Wish on the stone and it would come true, yeah right....

I could see my reflection in the window next to the couch and sighed. My glasses were askew and somehow I didn't notice. I adjusted them and saw a pudgy little geek, still in his work suit, too tired to even take it off. I pushed at my belly, which for the past few weeks kept pushing harder and hard to get out of this tight button down shirt. Sighing, I looked at the stone. Why not?

I wish... I wish I could have what Ian has.

Of course that's where my mind went. Ian had it all. Looks, charm, and now a little nerd doing all of his work for him. My eyes became incredibly heavy and it was like I got hit with a tranquilizer. No surprise, working late hours had become the norm. My hand slumped behind the couch cushion and not a second later, I slumped off to sleep.

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The ringing of my phone fluttered my eyes open. I grumbled trying to find it in the depths of the couch cushions. Eventually I found it stuck deep in the back. I held it up and turned off my alarm I had set. 6 am, perfect time to be awake. I tried to open my phone through half closed eyes. It had facial recognition, but the stupid thing couldn't catch on to my face. I retired a few times before it prompted me to put in the passcode. I fumbled with it some before finally getting in, and going over some emails. I stumbled off the couch and shuffled to the bathroom.

I had to find some Tylenol, I had a killer headache. I was just about to reach the bathroom when I felt something catch on my feet and force me down. I crashed to the ground and groaned. Fuck... what the fuck even happened? I turned around and saw my pants around my ankles. Or... wait what? I could see down my legs, which were half the size in girth, but twice the size in length. That's... a trick of the morning grog right?

I turned myself around to sit on the ground and looked my legs up and down. They were hairier than before, and the skin was taut with muscles spreading across the curvature of my calves. Holy shit what the fuck was going on? I panicked standing up, kicking off my pants in the process. Rushing to the bathroom, I threw the lights on and was met with Ian in the reflection!

Holy fuck!

I grabbed at my cheeks and pulled at them, which Ian mirrored perfectly in the reflection. Grabbing at my chest through the now oversized shirt, I patted myself, feeling a rock-hard torso in return. I gripped at the button and ripped it open, sending the buttons flying across the bathroom floor. I was met with Ian's muscles greeting me. Tracing my (Ian's?) fingers over them, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Oh my god, I was Ian! Almost instinctively, my fingers rubbed over his nipples and I could feel the same shiver race down my body.

I looked down and found Ian's cock flopping, not even attempting to be contained my XXL underwear that was at least three sizes too big now. My hand was trembling as I slipped the boxers down and found his veiny cock fly almost wildly.

It had just as many veins as his arms did and was almost as thick as them it felt like. I took my new hands and gripped the shaft, it felt so natural to be holding on to it. Even a couple of strokes in and I found out that Ian was quick to precum. My new cock was instantly lathered up as I slicked it back and forth, each pump making his cock feel even girthier somehow.

I laid one of his hands down on the bathroom counter and looked at myself. Ian was hunched over, stroking his cock and smiling mischievously at me.

"Oh fuck daddy, that feels so good," I said without even thinking. "Ohhhh... FUCK Mr. Galveston, pound my tight hole!" I yelled. I thrusted myself back and forth, fantasizing about my boss bucking my hips as he plowed his thick daddy dick deep into Ian.

"Harder! Faster! That's right sir, breed meeeeee," I begged. I bit my lip and made Ian look back at my pathetically. Oh if I could only get Mr. Galveston to ACTUALLY fuck my new hole, make me his little bitch. I pumped harder and harder, fucking my new hand. I could feel the cum build until eventually climax hit.

I let go of my cock and moaned as loud as I could, feeling Ian's cock spray his delicious cum all over the bathroom. It was like a fire hose was set loose, letting streams spray around the room. Each bit hit harder than the last. Eventually I was left standing in the bathroom, breathing heavily and watching as Ian tried to stand up straight after spraying his essence everywhere.

Once I got control of myself again, I peered into the mirror and saw through the drips of cum, Ian's face elated. I couldn't help but smile at my new face and body, now ready to take on the world. I stuck my tongue out and lapped at the cum which was beginning to run down the mirror's face. It tasted so fucking good, like pure masculinity was captured in a liquid state.

Watching Ian become my little lap dog at my bidding made me horny all over again. This was just me going solo, wait until I use my phone to download Grindr and see what fresh pieces of meat want a slice of Ian! Speaking of my phone, it started to rumble on the counter. I picked it up and my heart sank, it was Ian. I cleared my throat, trying to emulate my old voice before answering.

"Uhh.. he-hello?" I choked out.

"What did you do you son of a bitch?!" Pierced through the other line. I coughed again.

"Ian? What's going on?" I asked.

"Like you don't fucking know! What do you look like right now? Who the fuck are you?!"

I recognized the voice, it was mine! Oh shit, I didn't just become Ian, we swapped!

"Ian, I gotta come clean, I'm you," I told him. What was the point in hiding it?

"What. Did. You. DO!?" He screeched. Damn, was my voice always that high pitched? It was whiny and pathetic.

"First off, I didn't do anything! I just woke up and found myself like this. Secondly, calm down, we'll figure this out. Just... just get dressed and get to the office. We'll figure it out there, we need to act normal," I told him.

"Oh yeah fucking right! What the fuck am I supposed to wear? All I have here are my clothes and your fat fuck of a body sure as shit isn't going to fit in them!"

"I'm sure you'll figure it out," I said. "Listen, the sooner you get there, the sooner we figure this out. Better get dressed munchkin." Calling me by my old nickname felt empowering in some way. Before he could retaliate, I hung up the phone on him. Looking at myself back in the mirror and grinned back.

"Yeah, like I'd ever give this up," I said. But, I should probably get dressed and meet up with him. Looks like it's going to be a fun day. Now, let's see if I can find anything tight enough to show off this body.

[somepinkthing]

Its very interesting how many people are saying zagreus "had a childhood" in comparison to melinoe given that he had his father and the house of hades at the time, either forgetting what hades was like or not clocking just how shit of a dad hades actually was. I'm here to inform you that they BOTH had a childhood! It just was two different variations of suck. Melinoe's longing is only because she's been raised to idealize the life she might have had after zag's efforts to fix things paid off. That doesn't mean zagreus lived a childhood worth longing after.

Zagreus wasn't running away just to be rebellious and difficult, it was just framed that way because that's how Hades saw it. Hades's only good point as a dad back then was that he at least wasn't as bad as his own dad.... who ate him. Bar was literally set in hell and hades barely hovered right above it. Even discounting the implication that he was even worse back when zagreus was a small child, hades was already every flavor of emotionally and physically abusive there was—hell he was abusive as a manager, let alone a dad. He would literally rather personally beat and kill you than talk to you about why he's banned surface visiting. And this is only after manipulating ppl you care about into doing the same. The house of hades may be melinoe's dream, but it was zagreus's prison. Literally. Like he wasn't allowed to leave. The whole premise of the first game was that all of this trouble was gone through just so zagreus could even so much as take a walk. And hades frames that as something reasonable and we are the unreasonable ones for not seeing that

Sure, zag had one parent and a house (prison) to go back to. But that doesn't mean that either of them have a childhood worth envying. You could point out that zag had stability (if the house of hades could be counted as stability). I could point out that at least melinoe was always made to feel wanted and important (if being seen as a savior counts). It's an oversimplification on both ends because while both of them did have people who cared and things about their life that they loved, neither of them grew up in a stellar environment. Zagreus wasn't a brat, he was as reasonable as his circumstances were allowing.

TLDR Hades was a much worse dad than the people who seem to think zagreus had it soo much easier are clocking and zagreus grew up in an environment that was actually extremely abusive (a fact that he himself doesn't appear aware of throughout the whole game, even after persephone points it out).

[angelpuns]

50Au Part 28

Donnie could practically feel how much Leo didn't want to do this. The apprehension was rolling off of him in waves, his eyes squeezed shut as Draxum started the spell. 

Donnie didn't want to do this either. He was never very good at empathy or whatever, but he wouldn't want to have anyone else rooting through his head either. The thought made him shudder, even as Draxum handed him the potion. 

“ Alright, you all know what to do. Do not waste any of the salve. It will be another week's worth of ingredients if I have to make another,” Draxum murmured, sighing deeply, “I have modified the spell so you are able to stay longer to ensure everything is properly cleansed, but that doesn't mean that you'll be safe in there. I'm sure Leonardo's inner self will be fighting to get you all out.”

Donnie nodded and shut his eyes. He didn't want to look at Leo right now, not when he was so vulnerable and didn't trust them. If it were possible, he would have advocated for another way. But this was it. And he had to get his brother back, even if it felt like such a breach of personal space. Even if they were supposed to share everything, there was lots of things his twin wouldn't show him. And he promised, back when Leo had said he wouldn’t tell him, that he would never ask again. Not if Leo didn’t want him to. 

“ Alright, everyone get into a meditative state and I'll start the spell. Leonardo, just relax. This won't hurt a bit,” Draxum murmured. 

Donnie wasn’t sure how helpful that was for his brother to hear, but Leo didn't get up. 

Donnie took a slow, deep breath in, focusing less on the real world and more on his own inner world. As much as he disliked the idea of it, meditating wasn't so bad. It helped him feel a little more connected to his ninpo, especially after the invasion. And even though he’d struggled with it at first, he’d conjured up some of his best plans after a good mediation session. 

Even though this particular session was for a stressful reason, Donnie felt a wave of calmness wash over him. It was nice to just..sort of leave his body for a while. Not literally of course, but the feeling as if he was really helped. 

He was floating in a void, but soon was able to see the glowing manifestations of his family around him. Leo was in the center, exactly as he was in the physical world. 

Eyes shut, sitting cross legged, with his head bowed. He looked…surprisingly peaceful. 

“ Good luck,” Draxum’s voice echoed from beyond the void, and suddenly Donnie was no longer floating in a dark comforting void, but falling. 

Down, 

       down,

                down. 

The fall was from a building on the surface, a very familiar, very tall building. 

Wind rushed past his ears, Donnie spotting Leo a few feet away, arms stretched upwards, face frozen in terror as he fell fast towards the sidewalk. 

Donnie remembered, this was when Draxum dropped Leo off the side of the building. But Raph caught him. 

Except, in this version, there was no Raph. 

Donnie watched as Leo just kept going, until- 

He almost didn't want to look, but he had to. He knew that it wasn't what had really happened. And even if it did end poorly, Leo was still here, wasn't he? 

False memory or not, it wasn't as if he would die In them, right? 

At the last moment, Leo was caught by the fabric cover of a bright red awning. He bounded off and landed on his feet, blinking in surprise at the fact that he'd survived at all. 

“ Donnie!”

He'd been so caught up watching Leo that he hadn't even thought about his own imminent fall. They could absolutely be injured here, so he probably should catch himself before-”

Thankfully, a giant red hand caught him just before he hit the sidewalk, the impact knocking the air out of him. 

He checked the potion, safely tucked to his chest. 

“ Raph- thanks,” He sighed, getting to his feet as Raph’s clone dissipated underneath him, “ okay, let's get to scrubbing. Draxum said we really only need to cleanse the major events that we were all involved in, I'm guessing that means this one. I would also assume the Shredder and the invasion as two others,” 

“ Yeah, Barry said he'd root around and find the essential ones for us and take us there himself,” Mikey assured, giving him a thumbs up, “ now let's get to curse-cleansing!” 

In an instant, Mikey went from his usual gear to one of Donnie's patented hazmat suits, in his signature color of course. 

“ oh-ho! Cleaning gear swag, baby!” He pumped his fists with a grin, “ C'mon Dee, Raph, get suited up!”

“How do I-?” 

Donnie was cut off by a whoop from Raph, who had conjured up a matching hazmat suit in red. 

“ Just think about wearin’ one and you'll change!” He offered, “ I guessDraxum tweaked more than just the timing on this spell,” 

“ We also didn't try that last time, considering we were being pursued by a shadow version of our father,” Donnie huffed, shutting his eyes for a moment and imagining he was nice and safe in a hazmat suit. They obviously didn't need them, since they were in Leo's head and all, but he hated to feel left out of a matching costume moment. 

It worked, because the laws of science don’t actually matter here, and Donnie found himself in his own patented Hazmat suit. In what other color but his signature, perfect purple. 

“ Okay, let's get to work. I think we just have to find the object that's working as the mask here,” Donnie muttered, reciting all the dum-dum mystic magic stuff Draxum had walked them through earlier, “ He said it'd be something that Leo would have remembered but-”

Donnie stopped himself, staring up at the top of the building. The only thing it really could be was the jar of oozesquitos. Which were all the way at the top. 

Memory Leo shakily turned towards the building to angrily curse at Draxum, even flipping him off with a grimace. It felt weird, knowing this wasn't how it had happened. And that instead of the fuming, angry turtle in front of then, Leo had been making jokes even after his near-death experience. 

It made Donnie wonder if Leo had - as he did tend to do - just been coping with humor at the time. In fact, Donnie hadn’t really thought much of this memory at all. Sure, almost falling to your death was scary, but they had all experienced scarier. 

Leo had experienced scarier. He hadn't even been injured, so to think that maybe Leo’s grudge against Draxum was based in fear, rather than stubborn contempt…

It made a lot more sense and Donnie felt like the biggest idiot. 

He remembered talking to Leo about it later. And Leo said he hadn't been scared. really. Donnie had taken it at face value, but….

He shook away the rumbling thoughts, they had a job to do here. He couldn't get caught up trying to figure out the horrible complexity of his twin's feelings right now. 

“Raph, I need to get up there,” He pointed to the top of the building, Draxum holding the oozesquito jar up and watching Leo from above. 

Raph followed his gaze and nodded, immediately grabbing Donnie around the waist and launching him towards the sky. 

“I JUST MEANT A LITTLE BOOST-” 

He flew through the air before landing safely just on the edge of the room, the entire moment only a few seconds of airtime. 

“ Galileo this is high,” He muttered, glancing down at where his brothers stood. It was a dizzying height, he didn't remember it being this high. Then again, he and Mikey had been a little closer to the ground on the bug zapper. 

Donnie whipped his head back towards Draxum and the jar, the sight almost comical. 

Memory was a funny thing. Back when they went through Splinter's memory, most of them had been clear and detailed, with only a few fuzzy images or strange happenings. 

Leo’s memory was a lot…stranger. 

Draxum was taller, sharper. He laughed more maniacally and had a deeper, growling voice. Leo's perception of Leo was just…more evil. 

And this particular image of Draxum was fuzzy and blurred, likely because of how far Leo was from him at the time of the memory. 

The oozequitos in his hand glowed a fajint green, buzzing against the inside of the had impatiently. Donnie stared, Draxum said there would be some sort of evidence of- 

He saw it, just for a split second. A strange, wavy filter over the jar. It warbled and tilted at the edges, like he was looking at it through clear water. 

Donnie opened the potion and pulled a rag from his pocket. He poured a small amount onto the rag and leapt for the jar. Draxum didn’t fight him, couldn't fight him. It was just a memory, after all. 

He ripped the jar from.his hands and set to work scrubbing, the strange wavy edges washing away as if they'd never been there. 

As he wiped at the strange, near-invicible mask he heard a change. 

Raph’s voice below asking if Leo was okay. The hum of his bug zapper. Mikey thanking Donnie and his own voice answering. 

He finished wiping and set the jar back down, Draxum fading from the memory as Leo stopped paying attention to him. 

Donnie turned and glanced over the edge of the roof. The memory played out like normal, and the real Raph - Raph in his suit - gave him a thumbs up from the ground. 

“ Okay, Draxun, we're-”

Something pushed him. Something pushed him off the roof. And he was falling again. 

Back down, back towards the sidewalk. 

He turned mid-air to see what or who it was, and was confronted with the Inner Leo. 

An angry, shadowed version of his twin. It leapt after him a moment later, arms outstretched as if to grab him before he fell just so it could hurt him further. 

It wasn't like Splinter's inner self, which was a more clear reflection of him as Lou Jitsu. 

It was Leo, but angrier. So angry, that his silhouette seemed to shift and blur and sharpen at random moments. Like he was out of focus. Or…confused. 

Shadow Leo was falling faster, stretching towards him with sharp, clawed fingers. And then Donnie noticed it. 

He was significantly younger. He looked like a much younger Leo. Still angry and sharp and confusing to look at, but his twin looked years younger. 

Donnie didn't have time to question why. He blinked and things were moving. Draxum was shifting them to the next memory. They were in familiar territory. The sky above New York. 

Shades of pink and blue and a tinge of ozone surrounded them, the smell almost stifling. The air was so thin up here, Donnie had almost forgotten what that had felt like. They had landed on something hard - no on something firm and fleshy and writhing beneath them. 

Donnie knew instantly where they were. He rolled onto his knees and stood up, swallowing back the panic that was starting to come up. He was wearing his battle shell this time, but the hazmat suit had disappeared the moment they moved to a new memory. The sick, squishy feeling of the technodrome had been unavoidable, Donnie’s insides squirming as he remembered what it had felt like. He couldn’t think about that right now, he could not think about that right now. 

But he could still feel it. He could feel the slimy, squirming tentacles of the technodrome controls as they latched onto his softshell. The euphoria of being an alien spaceship never seemed to measure up to how utterly disgusting he felt afterwards. Everything had been perfect for about 10 seconds, until the fleshy, disgusting feeling overwhelmed him and suddenly the world of information at his fingertips was all too much. Like he was burning from the inside out with information. He’d never wanted to rip the shell off his abc more than the minutes after he was ripped from the controls.

Donnie was getting better like everyone else. He was able to hug his family and eat the foods he used to like and even felt safe without his battle shell in the lair again. He was better. 

So why did touching the technodrome in a memory feel like the fucking world was ending?

He whined in the back of his throat, zeroing in on the sensation of the fleshy spaceship beneath his feet. He needed solid ground, he needed the cold metal of his lab, he needed the rough cotton of his hoodie. 

The hoodie manifested onto him in an instant, the sensation - even if he knew it wasn’t real - instantly letting him breathe again. 

“Donnie? Hey, you okay?” Mikey was crouched next to him - Donnie didn’t remember curling up like that. He blearily looked up and nodded, even though it was a lie. He was doin a lot of that lately, or so it felt. 

He glanced around. Right. Ozone. Technodrome. They were in Leo’s memories. How lon had he been crouching here?

The question was answer for him with a bang, Donnie whipping around to see Krang Prime tossing his twin into the surface of the technodrome. The sight made his chest seize. 

They knew what had been happening while Leo was up here. They could hear the way Krang Prime tossed him around like a plaything, the way Leo let out gasps of pain, the painful sound of something breaking. 

But they hadn’t been able to see it. 

Mikey whimpered a little next to him. 

“We can’t- can we..?”

“We can’t help him,”Donnie murmured, the words feeling like sludge in his throat, “It’s just a memory..we…we have to find the item..”

Raph was silent. Donnie didn’t have to turn to him to know what kind of expression he was wearing. Leo was trapped beneath the Krang, struggling against his weight like he had been beneath Raph only a couple of days earlier. He looked scared.

Even though he had sounded so brave over the comms, like he wasn’t scared of dying at all. 

Donnie had always wondered if Leo had been scared, and now he knew the answer. 

Donnie shook away the thoughts, glancing around for the item. There wasn’t much up here, just Leo, the Krang and the disgusting surface of the technodrome. 

And Leo’s swords. 

Donnie squinted to see, but thee it was, that hazy, blurring outline. The sword in Leo’s hand was their item, and he was currently stabbing it into the Krang’s foot. 

He said something - Donnie knew exactly what he’d said, he remembers that day so vividly he wished he’d been hit with a memory curse. 

Lightning danced around the sword, Donnie was going to miss his opportunity at this rate. They could follow Leo into the prison dimension, but even he knew that was too far. That he could never take back what they saw in there. 

It wasn’t as if Donnie didn’t want to know. He’d pestered Leo about what went down in the Prison Dimension far too often. He needed to know what happened. 

But Leo refused to tell him. To tell any of them. 

And Donnie, after a time,. Was forced to accept that Leo wasn;’t going to tell him, that he didn’t want him to know. And Donnie promised to stop asking. 

So this felt like a complete breach of that promise. As much as it would hurt to know, it would really hurt to know that he had gone against his twin’s wishes, even if it was to help him. And Leo might never forgive him for that. 

The thought got Donnie up and running, focusing on the bright blue lightning spot that suddenly felt too far away. Leo was weak, though, and portalling himself between the swords took a moment later than an actual portal. 

Donnie jumped and grabbed onto Leo’s arm, the static feeling of portaling buzzing through him instantaneously. In the last second before the bright blue lightning consumed them, Leo turned and looked right at him.

Donnie squeezed his eyes shut and held on, gritting his teeth through the electrified feeling of one of Leo’s portals. He’d never gotten used to it, though this one felt different than the warm, electric hum Leo’s usually made him feel. Something bitter, and angry, and scared instead seemed to spark and bite at him, like a feral creature trying to fight him off. 

He opened his eys on the other side, even if his gut told him not to. That he couldn’t. That he was betraying Leo. 

“NO! Enough of your little tricks!” Krang hissed, slapping the swords from Leo’s hands and reaching out a clawed hand to grab at him. 

Leo was still staring at him. Donnie turned to watch the swords fall towards the technodrome. He wrenched himself away from Leo, but Leo grabbedathis arm and pulled him back. The krang was gone in an instant. The swords fell into the void and Donnie wasforced to turn and look at Leo. 

Leo, who shouldn’t have been able to grab him. Leo, who was just a memory. 

“What are you doing here?” He hissed, his grip on Donnie’s arm growing tighter, “How did you get in here?”

But how could he-? This wasn’t shadow Leo. This was just a memory, so how was he-?

“Answer me! What are you doing in my head!?”

Donnie opened his mouth to speak but something slammed into Leo’s chest and sent him flying. He slammed through the rubble of some giant thing, shell cracking when he hit the dusty surface below. The memory glitched in and out, fuzzy at the edges, the sound of the kranbg’s footsteps and his taunbting words echoing around them. Donnie was suddenly grabbed by a shaodwed hand, his breath knocked out of him as Shadow Leo threw him into the ground. He barely had a second to manifest his battle shell, the metal outer shell thankfully taking the brunt of the damage. 

Leo was lying next to him, splayed out and broken on the ground, the Krang towering over him. A fist raised as if to permanently beat him into the surface of whatever broken piece of planet this was. 

Donnie stared as a tear rolled down his twin’s fast and he forced himself to smile. Becuase he had won. He had saved the world, and he had won. 

Donnie squeezed his eyes shut tight. He didn’t want to watch, he couldn’t-

“You wanted to see it, didn’t you!?”Shadow Leo hissed, his voice thin and raspy and angry, “OPEN YOUR EYES, YOU WANTED THIS, SO OPEN YOUR EYES!”

Shadow Leo grabbed him and forced his face in Leo’s direction, the moment quiet. Like someone had put the memory on pause just for him. Just so he could watch it. 

“I want you to see it, Donnie. I want you to watch while I sacrifice everything!” Shadow Leo squeezed his cheeks until, Donnie forcing himself to open his eyes, “You don’t know me! YOU AREN’T MY FAMILY, BECAUSE MY FAMILY WOULDN’T HAVE LET THIS HAPPEN!”

Donnie couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move and he couldn’t think. He should have been faster, he should have flown up to the technodrome and thrown himself in next to Leo when he realized Leo’s plan. He shouldn’t have let this happen - none of them should have. 

He felt something wet on his cheeks. Warm tears slipped down his face, his mask becoming wet and sticking to the skin there. 

“I…I’m so-”

All at once it was gone. 

All of it. Shadow Leo’s clawed hands on his face, the dusty surface of the planet, the feeling of being trapped in a bubble of cold, silent ozone. 

All of sudden there was warmth like a heater, voices shouting and when Leo opened his eyes, Leo was in front of him, eyes still glowing white and arm reeled back as if to punc him. Splinter as holding him back, Leo struggling faintly against his hold. 

“Donnie! What happened, where did you-?”

“I saw,” Donnie murmured, chest aching, “I saw all of it.”

Raph was standing next to him, a hand hovering above his shoulder, “What happened? Did you cleanse the memory? Draxum had to pull us out cause Leo was fightin’ it so bad..”

“I…I didn’t…” Donnie numbly looked down at his hands, the bottle still there, still closed and nearly full. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to open it, “I- he…I was there”

Leo’s eyes cleared all of a sudden, staring at Donnie with an unreadable expression. He stoped fighting against Splinter and let his arm drop, letting out a shaking breath. 

“You weren’t supposed to be there,” He hissed, “the item wasn’t there, you weren’t supposed to see that!”

“I know-I-I’m sorry, I ddin’t mean-I had to get the item and-”

“You weren’t supposed to be there!” Leo pushed Splinter away from him and scrambled to his feet, running for the door.  He nearly knocked Donnie over in his rush, half-running half-limping out of the room. 

Donnie didn’t move. He couldn’t. Something felt..hollow inside him. The kind of feeling you get when you see behind the scenes of a big action scene or when the magic ofsomething you loved as a child loses all it’s shine. 

He’d peeked behind the curtain, even if he didn’t want to. 

Donnie didn’t move, even as Mikey, Raph and Splinter ran after his twin. 

Leo couldn’t get out anyway, he’d made sure of that.

He’d trapped Leo here just like they’d trapped him in the prison dimension. 

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Okay this was a big one! I rewrote the last bit cause I wanted it to be way more impactful and yeehaw this feels a lot better :) As usual Donnie is also going through it cause I love writing disaster twins ok

Lemme know if this needs any warnings, my head hjurts

Part 1 | Part 27 | Part 29

[cringeworms]

I'm writing an analysis of gender performativity in The Silence of the Lambs for my gender and sexuality class and in the course of my research I have encountered so many bad takes!! I can't not say anything so I've come to Tumblr to rant.

The most common criticism I see is that the ending of "Hannibal" discredits, undoes, or diminishes Clarice's feminism, autonomy, or power, or that it ruins the message of SOTL. That indicates a complete misunderstanding of Clarice and the point of the books! The point of "Hannibal" is to show that it does not matter how amazing, powerful, or how much of a feminist you are: if you are a woman in a career, especially a federal career, the system is designed to put you down and keep you quiet. I think there is nothing more she could have done and nothing she could have done differently to prevent her disgrace. When the system is set up to put men in power and keep them in power, your talent and integrity do not matter if they decide they don't want/need you anymore. There is nothing she can do to prevent the label of "female officer" from haunting her credibility. Even Crawford, who respects her and fights for her, sees her with the caveat of "woman." The one man who does not consider her gender any sort of detriment or a reason to treat her differently is Hannibal Lecter. They have genuine mutual respect. When she chose to be with him, she chose respect, love, and comfort over a life of fighting to be recognized, respected, or listened to. Just as much as it is respectable for women to fight for their right to be recognized in their careers, we must also recognize that that fight should not need to exist in the first place. So, why should there be any shame about choosing not to fight that fight anymore? She spent years in an uphill battle, and she probably never would have escaped it (to no fault of her own!). The ending of "Hannibal" is Clarice raising a middle finger to the system, the FBI, misogyny, and the patriarchy by recognizing that she deserves unconditional love and respect and that the system she fought so hard for was, in fact, completely undeserving of her talent or presence. Her decision is powerful and empowered!

"She was brainwashed!" she literally wasn't. Hannibal tried that (I believe because he was so unfamiliar with the idea of love or family that he didn't know how to understand Clarice outside of the lens of Mischa) but he was unsuccessful. If she was able to resist his efforts of brainwashing while in an altered state she certainly had the strength of mind to make her own decisions. Her decision was not impulsive. Also, I think it serves as a testament to her influence and power over him. She gained control of the situation and he didn't resist that. Ultimately, Clarice chose to spend the rest of her life with the one man who ever truly saw her as more than just a woman, who admired her intellect, and who respected her enough to challenge her. That is not weak, submissive, or misogynistic. Quite the opposite. She chose to leave behind the life she put years of effort into building (because she knew it would be fruitless) in favor of being finally honored and appreciated. That takes courage! She knew her worth, and she knew the FBI didn't deserve her.

Also, anyone who paid any attention to the books saw the romantic tension throughout the story. It didn't come out of nowhere. She really just needed an opportunity or an excuse to be with him, and she was finally presented with it.

I think reading the ending to "Hannibal" as anything other than empowering is a mischaracterization of both Clarice and Hannibal and shows a lack of understanding of the message of the books. I think it reflects a shallow understanding of not only the books, but of how feminism operates IRL (especially during the 80s/90s).

I also must give the disclaimer that I do not think these books are epitomes of feminism or representation. The transmisogyny, racism, queerphobia, etc., are obviously inexcusable. Just because I interpret their message as a story of caution about how misogyny operates, and how it is respectable to choose a path that does not work within that system, does not mean I agree with everything presented in them or any of their harmful rhetorics or stereotypes. I have a STRONG love/hate relationship with these stories and I don't ever mean to undersell the "hate" part of that lol.

[afurtivecake]

One thing I've been wondering is how much did Riko really see Kevin as a brother and how much did he see him as a possession? (And is there really a distinction between the two in Riko's eyes?) Because, I don't think Kevin was ever meant to be Riko's brother or Riko's equal on the court. I think Tetsuji took Kevin in as an investment, nothing more:

"Tetsuji never formally adopted Kevin. Do you know why? Moriyamas don't believe in outsiders or equals. Tetsuji took Kevin in and took over his training, but he also gave Kevin to Riko—literally. Kevin isn't human to them. He's a project. He's a pet, and it's Riko's name on his leash. Sakavic, Nora. The Foxhole Court (All for the Game Book 1) (p. 88).

To the outside world, Tetsuji taking custody over both Riko and Kevin would have looked like him adopting them and making them brothers, but "Moriyamas don't believe in outsiders or equals" so what reason would he have had to lead Riko to believe that Kevin would be his brother? A brother implies a level of equality. He probably thought this will be a learning experience for Riko: give him something to be responsible for, something that he has to learn to control because he's a Moriyama and it's about time he learned how dominate lesser beings. He probably imagined Kevin to be something like Jean was: an obedient servant who can take being beaten within and inch of his life semi-regularly, no sense of autonomy, blindly submissive, and still able to be one of the top players in his position. A valuable right-hand man perhaps, but nothing worth kicking up a fuss over.

I think (and this might just be me wanting a good story) that the whole "brothers" thing came from Riko. A neglected kid with nothing and no one to call him 'family' receives a boy, who doesn't have anyone to call him family either, and is told, "This is yours now. This is yours to mind. Do whatever you want with him but make sure he knows his place and knows how to obey the right people." To a kid who's longing for something to call his own and someone to recognize him as family, that could easily have sounded like, "This is yours now, your person, to be by your side always. Yours to tend, yours to keep, yours." I think Tetsuji said "possession" and Riko heard, "brother". And if that's not what a brother actually is, well, who's going to tell him that? It's not as if there's a single example of a normal family relationship to be found among the Ravens.

I think Riko made Kevin his brother because he wanted something more than a possession. He wanted an ally, someone who always has his back and would never leave him. Riko making Kevin his brother instead of just a pet as was intended, gave Kevin a degree a freedom that Tetsuji probably wouldn't have allowed otherwise: travelling outside of the country with Riko, not always being stuck inside Evermore, studying what he wanted...he even got to have interests and to enjoy exy even when he wasn't playing (being a Trojans fan) and he managed to have friends outside of Evermore (Jeremy). Ravens don't have family or an identity outside of being a Raven, but Riko made Kevin his brother and gave him the chance to become his own person.

If Riko considers Kevin a brother, how can he turn around and hurt Kevin like he's nothing more than a possession, you ask? Well, I'm not sure he sees any conflict between the two. To Riko, beating Kevin up isn't outside of what Riko understands as "family" and doting on Kevin as a brother doesn't go against what Riko sees as ownership. To Tetsuji, ownership might only include being able to treat a person like shit without consequence. But for Riko, allowing Kevin freedom and indulging his "whims" probably feels as much like ownership as hurting Kevin without recourse does.

It seems impossible and stupid for their relationship to be anything other than toxic and deeply fucked up, but I think Riko selfishly believed that so long as he kept things in check, so long as Kevin stayed exactly where he was, he'd get to keep him. Even when Riko starts suspecting that other people are starting to see that Kevin might be better than him, even when being brothers is no longer useful to him if he wants to prove that he's really a Moriyama, Riko can't let go of their brotherhood. He doesn't give Kevin up until the very end. He can't. No matter how angry he gets at Kevin, no matter how much he comes to enjoy seeing Kevin hurt and sorry, there are lines he can't quite bring himself to cross. Because Kevin is still his brother. Because for better or for worse, he made Kevin mean something more to him than a possession when he made him his brother.

I don't think Tetsuji expected Riko to cling on to Kevin as though Kevin was actually important. He didn't think that by partnering the two, by giving them a common goal and a common enemy, that it would create a bond between them. But they did and maybe, in some ways, their dysfunctional relationship both saved them and doomed them.

[to-be-a-dreamer]

Okay so I'm from the Newsies fandom which means I know how to make character backstories out of literally nothing and I'm done with my "This makes no sense what were the writers thinking?" stage of grief after the BuckTommy breakup and it's time to go to work and start asking "What could have happened to make this make sense?".

Because regardless of what you think about Tommy, it's very clear that the writers have characterized him (in the current stage of his life) as someone who has put in a lot of work to become a better person, is a very steady figure, and feels very confident in himself and his identity. We've also been told and shown that he and Buck care for each other a lot and neither of them wanted this relationship to end. So the question is, what happened in Tommy's past that could have caused this very confident, mature person to realize he's falling in love with his partner and then choose to leave?

"I'm your first, not your last."

How many times has Tommy been someone's first? How many times has he shown another man this new side of himself, taught them what it means to be queer and how to love yourself for it, and been left behind once they figured themselves out? How many times has he been someone's first and had a whirlwind romance, only to be left brokenhearted because his partners had a whole new world opened up to them only to realize they didn't want Tommy to be a part of that world?

Does Tommy think of himself as the guy people have fun with, not the guy they want to marry? Does Tommy think there's something wrong with him, that there's a reason no one ever sees a future with him? Do you think he's always told himself that he would keep trying, that it's worth the potential heartbreak to find out if this next guy might be the one who stays?

Did the way Buck was talking about their relationship being transformative for him just sound too familiar? Did he think Buck liked him because he was showing him something new, not because he could ever actually love someone like Tommy? Do you think he could never imagine Buck liking him anywhere near as much as Tommy liked him?

Do you think he realized he was falling in love with Buck, and the idea of losing him like all the others was just too much? Do you think he knew the potential heartbreak of someone as incredible as Buck deciding he didn't want Tommy in his future wasn't worth it this time? Do you think he was afraid of falling in love with Buck, of falling so deeply in love that he wouldn't be able to recover when Buck left him like all the others? Do you think he decided it was better to break things off with Buck before he could finish falling in love with him?

Do you think they could come back from this? That maybe, just maybe, if Tommy told Buck about all of his fears that he could convince Tommy that it is worth it to find out if they could make it?

"I'm not the guy people decide to spend their life with. They- you'll finish figuring yourself out and realize you don't want a future with me. And that's okay, I just... I don't want to let myself finish falling in love with you first because I won't survive losing you after that."

"Do you think that little of me? That I'm just using you for my own personal gain and that I'll leave you in the dust as soon as I get what I want?"

"I... No. No, I don't think you would do that."

"Then give us a chance. Let me show you that this is more than just an awakening for me. Let me prove that I want to finish falling in love with you too."

Because I think that's what Tommy's afraid of. He's a person who's spent a lot of time self-reflecting and he knows himself so well, especially his faults. I think he’s afraid of Buck seeing all of those faults and realizing he doesn’t love Tommy as much as he thought he did. Loving someone means you see every part of them and want to be with them anyways.

I think Tommy is terrified of falling in love with someone because he can't imagine anyone loving him back.

[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts

CH.30 (Good Medicine)

I kind of assumed that things would get worse from here...

...yeah, there's no 'but' to that. Getting Falin back so quick was too good to be true.

Aren't those the ghosts Falin talked to? They could be friendly.

"ee gads! a hairless little man!" I'd be frightened too if Chillchuck was suddenly behind a door I'd just opened.

Chillchuck, buddy, less than 24 hours ago you threw a knife directly into a dragon's eye. You can take care of some worgs, right?

Senshi's a card carrying member of the smells-okay-to-me-chief club.

Orcs be like 'oh, dragon's gone? Hm. Curious' and then just carry on. Wouldn't you be worried that something took out the dragon? Could be even more dangerous than the dragon itself.

I feel like at this point Falin might be just that.

MOUTH TO MOUTH RESUSCITATION!

Marcille, I don't think you have a lot of options.

......just realized those moose antlers are holding up her rack. Talk about a pushup bra. Damn. Respect.

Wait go back to that "create monsters to do their bidding" thing again. Was that the little mini dragons or does that include larger monsters like the dragon itself?!

OR something that was IN the dragon, controlling its actions and make it act irrationally? Is that why the Sorcerer wasn't surprised to see Falin as a separate thing outside the dragon? Was the assumption that whatever THING it was had escaped and become Falin?

And for all we know... it kinda had. It had merged with her spirit....

Or maybe I'm way off.

Congrats on the larger story plot! :D You're now in even more danger! Hoorah!

Chillchuck, a normal person would just go 'I'm leaving, pay me'. You're giving yourself away, worrying for them.

I can't hate him for the reasoning here. The deeper you go, the less likely you are to be found. The only person who cares enough about Marcille and Laios and Chillchuck to find their bodies are.... each other. So if they're dead here, they're likely dead-dead.

I want to nestle into her bosom and live there as a little creature.

Moreso than when she was literally in the gullet of a red dragon?! Come on, be reasonable. At least she's alive now. And remembers who she is.

Ooooh friendly ghosts. Makes sense why Falin was so chill about them.

All the more reason to believe there's something to be done!

Love the doggo yawning behind Chillchuck.

He's a coward, but being afraid isn't necessarily a sign of weakness. It's a sign that you realize how dangerous a situation is. Cowardice isn't stupidity, no more than ignorance of danger is bravery.. I think the orc leader is maybe realizing he's not doing it for completely selfish reasons. Mad respect to her though.

It WAS Falin, wasn't it? It wasn't as if it was a thing pretending to be her. She was there, and she was revived successfully, and then the soul confusion thing happened.

......damn. What a small holiday they got, before the next horrible thing happened...

hey, Marcille is not dumb! She's got loads of braincells! they're just all focused on doing evil stuff and being gay.

🎯

That's right! It's just like you, Chillchuck!

Was that... there before?

Oh, okay, no, it was. Hm.......

This stupid man is about to full a Falin and jump out a window to go look for her, isn't he.

Gods, this sucks for him so much. For all of them. Because they.... they WERE successful! They rescued Falin! They brought her back from the head! They DID that!

But now, instead of getting the reward of it, she's just gone. Is it better, because she's alive?

Or worse, because the threat is even more nebulous?

If they all died, would it be worth it?

who's the coward...? he's ready to go back.

For Falin, they went down there. They risked themselves.

For them, after talking to him only a bit, the orc leader went from 'hey, nice snack for my dog' to 'we're helping you get that girl back'.

It's about the CONNECTION!!! IT'S ABOUT HELPING EACH OTHER AFTER LEARNING TO UNDERSTAND ONE ANOTHER!!!

[yukittywrites]

You'll Love it When I Give it To You

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warnings: dom reader and sub yuta, nipple piercings, nipple play, coming untouched, dry humping, some light degradation

word count: 2.2k Read the full story (6.28k) here!

a/n: did i forget tumblr existed? who knows? (the answer is definitely yes) anyways, thanks for being patient. reader is gender neutral, no mentions of your genitals/race/majorly identifying features. it is implied that you and 127 are very close/you're in 127 (read how you will) but it's not really plot necessary! reader in the original story is actually mark...so you're a little mark coded but im sure you're fine with that ;))

It was only natural. Yuta had always been in love with piercings and tattoos.

Of course he'd gotten tattoos once he was permitted to. A 127 chain around his bicep, a butterfly on his hip, and finallly, a feather on his pelvis, trailing low enough that no one who saw him decent would be able to see the full thing.

Then, he'd gotten piercings as well. His ears had been pierced for ages, but he'd gotten a bunch of new holes added throughout time, until he had a near absurd amount. The last one he got, a navel piercing.

The navel piercing was painful, but worth it, especially for the reactions he got for it, and it was only the next step in his gradual transformation to his emo/v-kei/rockstar aesthetic that he'd been steadily building over time.

Nipple Piercings

They were hot, easy to show off, the company didn't care about them and the fans would love them.

So he was quick to run to the tattoo and body piercing parlor and have them shove some black studs straight through his nipples.

And he had to keep them mostly untouched (aside from a shirt or a jacket rubbing against them) for ages, but finally, the sensitivity wore off.

That was when the torture began.

It was so easy to tease him about them, because his nipples were suddenly very sensitive where they had not been before, and the members were quick to use this to their advantage, tweaking them to get a rise out of him, humiliate him, knock him down a peg, make him do something—truthfully, they used them for so many things that Yuta wasn't even sure he could recall all of them.

But, of all people, the person who didn't bother him with nipple torment was you. And, by all account, you had the most reason to.

Yuta believed that you had just seen the amount of absolute hell that he'd endured (with hell being a rather dramatic term, he really didn't hate it) and you'd decided to take mercy on him.

But, as it seemed, you were simply waiting for the right time to strike.

Doyoung, his other main victim of teasing, was probably the only other person who had a justified reason to tweak his nipples so much, had definitely gotten his fair share already, and you definitely deserved it too, because Yuta just loved to tease you in a different way.

He lived for the rise he could get out of you with overly suggestive comments, revelling in how you would turn red and sputter whenever flirted with.

A suggestive comment here, a lip bite or wink there, a gesture that was far too dirty to be entirely innocent (like that one time he got white yogurt on his hand and made eye contact with you as he licked it all off his hand in the dirtiest way possible.), all of them would leave you a mess, choking on sputtered protests in mashed up Korean and your native language.

And all he'd do was smile brightly, then slip away to do nonsense, leaving you before you could even recover.

So, anyway. Yuta thought you were a benevolent saint who ignored what everyone else was doing.

Yuta was (unsurprisingly) wrong, and just like how it happened with Doyoung, he probably earned it.

Yuta starts it.

“Dude, that’s literally massive.” You say. You're referring to the size of the package that Johnny just walked past the doorway with, because the box really was huge.

But of course, Yuta couldn’t pass up an opportunity to tease you a little bit. “Yeah? I’m sure I could think of a lot of things that are massive, Y/n.”

It’s not his best work, but it gets the point across, and you flush beet red. Yuta snickers. 

This is your time. You blink at him for a second or two, and Yuta can see the gears turning in your head. It’s almost like you're buffering, and Yuta opens up his mouth to make another retort, but you seem to understand his idea at the same time because you move from the chair you're sitting on to climb on top of him.

And not in the same way that the others had done, no. You shove his chest into the back of the chair and settles your body on top of it in a way that is practically obscene. 

Yuta, for once, is speechless. His lips part in sheer shock, and you can't help but grin. “A lot of things, huh?” You question, your voice mantaining a teasing lilt, blended with something that Yuta’s never heard from you before.

“Yep. Why? Do you want to know what they might be?” Yuta replies, despite internally screaming, because YOU are sitting on his lap, pressing him into the chair, looking down at him, and he thinks he might lose his mind. 

“You’re so cocky, Yuta.” You say, your hands move from the arms of the chair.

“And what reason would I have not to be?”

“Hmm…” You fake contemplate, “This.” 

Then, your hands connect with Yuta’s nipples, both of them at once, and the sensation is different.

It’s not like how it was when everyone else touched him—this is closer to how it felt when he touched them himself, and his body spasms.

You seem to take this as the same sort of spasming that would occur whenever the others would touch him, so you do it again, and Yuta writhes, lips pressing into a thin line.

“Most people don’t react this way when someone does this.” You tell him, stating the obvious.

“Well, n-no shit!” He hisses. His voice is too pitchy to bite back his real reaction, and he stutters a little.

You laugh, evidently amused by the reaction that you're getting. When you rubs them again, Yuta releases some noise that’s in between a whine and a gasp, a little too suggestive to be purely a gasp of shock.

However, Mark’s favourite past time is to make suspicious noises, so they're not that uncommon, and so you must not even realise that Yuta is not joking.

You take your hand and pinch his fucking nipple through his shirt, and despite the buffer of fabric between the two of you, it is game over for Yuta because his back arches. One hand shoots out to grab at your waist for stability, and the noise that leaves his throat is clearly one of arousal.

You still instantly, and Yuta panics, because this is really fucking weird. You are touching his nipples and sitting on his lap, and Yuta is holding onto your waist, skin flushed. 

He gets ready to apologise—to say sorry because he’s really weird for getting off on this right now, especially when he was fine while everyone else touched him—but you shift your weight slightly.

Oh. Oh no. He’s hard. Like, rock hard. He hadn’t realised it because he was more focused on trying not to reveal to you what he was thinking, but now that you have moved, he can feel it.

And you can too.

Your lips curl up into a smile again, though Yuta can see something else swimming in your eyes. 

“Is that a lightstick in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?” you question, leaning in (and down) to be a little bit closer to him.

Your hair covers his eyes when you do.

Yuta swallows, “Y-Y/n, I didn’t—uhm.” His Korean fails him for the first time in a while, and he closes his lips again.

“I thought they were sensitive, but I didn’t know they were sensitive like that.” You tease, and Yuta wonders if, for a moment, you've switched personalities, because usually he’s the one teasing you, and it’s never this intense either—

“Uh. They aren’t—well, they weren’t before. Not when the others touched them.” Yuta replies, and now you really smile.

“So you are happy to see me.”

Yuta doesn’t know how to reply, but again, he opens his mouth, and you rolls a nipple at the same time, and his brain short circuits.

“Oh.” He moans, his eyes slipping closed for a moment. When they peel back open, you're staring at him in fascination.

“You really like this.”

“I—” But you're right, because he does, and he likes you too. “Yeah. It’s the piercings. They make it so…it’s so sensitive.”

You hum, slipping your hand up under Yuta’s shirt, touching his waist where his belly button piercing is, then you pause and takes your hand out.

“Can I…” It’s hesitant, because if you pull off Yuta’s shirt, then you two have to acknowledge what’s happening. 

Yuta nods quickly, and you decide that is a talk for later, as you slide his shirt right off, pulling it off his body.

Yuta’s piercings catch in the light: the stone on his belly button, the metal barbells on his nipples, the chain dangling from them (which totally wasn’t so he could pull it later).

“I still can’t believe the company let you get these…” You whisper

“Don’t talk about the company right now." Yuta replies. "We all know what they think.”

“They’re so pretty too.” You say, thumbing at his left, and Yuta’s fingers twitch. 

“Thanks,” he replies, his eyes almost falling shut again.

Your fingers twitch towards a barbell, obviously wanting to touch it.

“You can—you can touch them; pull them.”

“Pull it? But, dude, doesn’t it hurt?”

“Of course it hurts, but it’s a good hurt.” 

You laugh, “Good hurt? I didn't know you were into that.”

You do grab the end of the piece between your fingernails, regardless, and pull it softly.

Yuta’s arm stops working, and it falls off your waist limply. “Mmmh~ Fuck.”

“Oh my god. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” You says, a little frantic. You pull again Yuta’s hips buck up. They brush against your inner thigh, and Yuta moans again. 

“You can pull harder—please. As hard as you want, Y-Y/n, it’ll feel good.” Yuta says, near desperate.

“Slut.” You whisper, and it jars Yuta, but the moment he processes it, he whimpers. 

You can't help but pull at his barbell fervently.

“Oh, god!” Yuta cries out, his head lolling back and his hips rolling against your thigh.

Your thighs are muscled and firm against his cock as he grinds against it, and you don't move it. 

“You like this? Grinding against my thigh and begging me to make you hurt?” You question.

You're a little baby dom, Yuta can tell—into being condescending and a little bit of pain but not quite secure in it—and somehow it’s still just as hot.

“Y-Yeah. So good, it’s so good. Fuck, Y/N!” Yuta moans, his tone pitching into something whiny and desperate.

You laugh, “I always thought you were a dom top, Yuta. It turns out that you really just want to feel good. You’ll beg for it, won’t you? You’d beg for me to make you feel that pain?”

“Yes, yes, I’d beg if you made me! Please, please. Do you want me to? I really want it—” 

“Aw, Yuta. I won’t make you beg for me.” You tease, pushing your thigh closer to Yuta’s cock for him to grind against even harder.

“Thank you!” Yuta gasps, his head lolling back again, as he takes advantage of your benevolence. 

You giggls, leaning close to him and pressing a kiss to his neck, trailing down to his chest. The position looks uncomfortable, pretzel-like, as you bend your head in a weird way to do so. Yuta would mention it if his brain wasn’t actively draining from his head.

You kiss his pec, then, in one fluid movement, suck a nipple into your mouth and suck.

“Nngh! Fuck, Y-Y/n~” He practically wails, his chest arching into your hold, begging for any pleasure, then spasming away, causing you to lose contact.

“Come on, Yuta. I thought you wanted it?” You sneer.

“I do! I do—”

“Then stop moving and take it.” You tell him before grabbing his waist and putting your lips back on Yuta’s nipples.

“Oh god.”

Yuta has never been more horny in life, pleasure bursting behind his eyelids as you tongue at his nipples and pull on his piercing with your teeth.

Your leg is digging into his crotch, and somehow, even that feels great. 

His hips spasm rapidly, and a garbled whine strains from his throat.

“I’m gonna—Y/n, I’ll cum—oh fuck!” He cries out.

You giggle against his nipple, and that’s it for him.

Stuttered mash ups of Japanese cries of him cumming spill from his lips as he cries out, ”Iku! Y/n, Y/n, iku~ I’m c-c—”

Yuta’s head falls back, and his eyes roll until only the whites are present. His body stills entirely, his mouth open in a silent moan. 

You let him bask in the feeling before pulling away.

“I can’t believe that we did that.” You whisper quietly.

Yuta laughs, breathless. “Yeah, me either. That was crazy, but I don’t think we’re done yet.” 

“Wh—oh!” You cry out, as you're spun around.

It's going to be a long night.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐌𝐞 🔞

You thought you knew he only wanted sex. He thought you knew he wanted love. Who's gonna break first- and who's gonna pick up the pieces?

Tags/Warnings: PWP, messy sex oop, emotions, hurt & Comfort, major angst, minor manhandling, multiple rounds mentioned

Length: 2.3k words

A/N: someone send help I can't write smut no more I'm sorry

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In the beginning, it wasn't supposed to be like this. Really- it wasn't.

Jungkook and you had been nothing but friends, casual ones that would mostly text and sometimes meet up for the odd takeout and drink at either his place or yours. And then, one day, it really kind of just.. happened.

For you, it was clear that he didn't mean it in a sense of 'hey, I love you' because he litereally told you so straight up the next morning. He'd stood up, got dressed, thanked you for letting him stay over, and made sure to tell you that this wasn't him confessing to you in a fuckboy'ish way or anything. That he was totally 'cool' with just staying friends and nothing more.

You had laughed it off. Had said almost nothing. You just took the hit silently, and let him walk out of your apartment, only to have him return a week later.

And the same happened again. You ate, drank, and end up having sex- and while this time it had been on the couch instead of your bed, it still turned out the same the next morning. He'd leave, thank you for staying over, only to text you a few days later if you wanted to hang out at his place.

And there too, he'd end up with his dick inside you. His bed had been comfortable, even if he lacked pillows for some odd reason. It was still nice. And this time, something was different.

This time, it was you who thanked him for letting you stay over, before you'd left.

The same game, simply with reversed players. Nothing new- it just looked like it. And now, after a year of playing this, you're yet again entangled with him in his bed, though he actually owns a few pillows now after noticing your complaints about his lack of them. You slept in the same bed after all, whenever you'd stay over- and while he hoped you'd at some point at least try to cuddle up to him, use him as a pillow, you hadn't. You'd rather accepted the sore neck you'd get the next morning, instead of showing him any kind of domestic affection outside of sex.

And he's not sure how long he can take it.

There's only so much he can do. So much he can offer. So much he can sacrifice for you.

He's unable to keep his hands to himself, uses them to push your wrists into the mattress below instead as he clenches his jaw, grits his teeth under the pressure of his own muscles aching already. He doesn't know how far he needs to go, how hard he needs to fuck your brains out so you understand that it's him who's making your mind spin. Him who wants to offer you so much more than just his dick down your throat or shoved inside your cunt. He could give you so much more than just purple marks on your skin, could give you a lot more lasting things than just a fleeting bruise.

You just won't let him.

And its agonizing.

He doesn't know what to do at this point to show you what he wants, because your eyes are always closed, no matter what. If not physically, then mentally- you don't ever look at him, never see him, all while he can't look away, has to watch every breath of yours. He knows he's not a perfect guy. He's got his flaws, a lot of them, but that can't be the reason you just won't love him.

Because in your touch, in your kisses, in the way you cling to him, he can feel it. It's not just lust and desire that's making you feel like this, he knows that. He just knows- but you act like there's nothing.

You pretend nothing is going on, you just keep your hands over your eyes and never spot the way he kneels in front of your feet, offering his heart clawed straight out of his chest. As if what you do is nothing but a stale job to get done, something not worth much more effort than necessary. A normal 9 to 5 that pays the bills.

And if that's what this is, he wants to be fired.

Because he surely isn't able to quit on his own.

But that's the thing- every time you give him the chance to leave, he just can't let it happen. And neither do you stay away from him for long either. If he doesn't reply to a message you send him for more than a day or two, you'll call him, worried tone in your voice while asking if he's alright. And it hurts, because he feeds off of those moments every single time like a drug addict, wants and needs your attention and has started to ignore you just to get that reaction in return. He knows it's cruel, that at this point you're more than toxic towards one another, but he needs you.

And it's clear that you need him too- you just refuse to admit that.

"Jungkook-" You gasp out when he pushes himself in deep, arms growing tired from the by now third round of lovemaking he's tied you up in. But he can't stop- he doesn't want to. The moment he's done with you, the moment he lets go, you'll leave.

And tonight, he can't handle that. Tonight is his breaking point.

"Jungkook I can't-" You start, but he instead leans back on his heels, pulls your legs over his thighs, before he pushes his length that had slipped out back in, hips lifting before he gathers the last ounces of strength once more. A hand on your cunt spreads the mess he'd made with you around, thumb pressing and circling over your red and swollen bundle of nerves, pushing you towards one last peak with him.

He knows it's ending. He can feel his muscles burn.

So he uses your limp and pleasure-paralyzed body to his advantage, as he moves his hands to pull your back towards him instead, having you sit on him instead, his arms around you, your face in his neck. He hisses a little at the feeling of your hand tugging his hair, the other scratching his back for just a second, as you spasm once more, core clenching around his by now painfully sensitive cock.

His last orgasm is empty, he's got nothing left to give-

and he notices the way you both shiver, just not from the cold.

And if this is the last time, he wants to be stupid- he wants to be selfish, and he wants to at least pretend for a moment while you're still out of it that he's got you. That you want him even if you're not just fucking.

His lips kiss the salty skin of the crook of your neck, up to right underneath your ear, as he leaves his head there, breathes in your scent. His arms hold you close, length softening inside you, cum and arousal leaking and causing a weird slippery sensation on the skin of his thighs. And then, you try to move. "Don't-" He mumbles, voice hoarse. "..not yet."

You're quiet, feeling a bit panicked. You need him to let go of you, right now. Because the way his hot breath fans over your skin, the feeling of his arms hot around you, the sensation of his body so close is making you delirious. It's causing your fucked up brain to come up with dangerously domestic scenes of a post-sex shower with him, where you both fail to stand up for long enough to get yourselves clean, so you have to rather take a bath and laugh about the trembling of your muscles as you somewhat clumsily make yourselves at home in the warm soapy water. It creates a dream where you sleep next to him tonight, only dressed in barely any clothes so you can feel as close as you can throughout the night, his heavy body clinging to yours at some point, raspy voice greeting you with a good morning the next time you both wake up. It paints a picture of breakfast together, of a playful argument with him about the muscle ache you both have from the excessive amount of lovemaking you both just did.

But it's not lovemaking. You two simply fuck- you don't make love.

"Jungkook, I'm all gross-" You whine, trying to push him, when you suddenly feel it as he holds you even tighter, face resting on your shoulder. He's shaking, but not from the exhaustion of his muscles.

He's crying, quietly, trying hard not to have you notice.

It confuses you. You're not sure what to do, so for now, you just lean into him, rest your own head on his shoulder, and interlace your hands behind his back as you relax. "Don't do that.." He suddenly says, shaking his head and leaning away from you. No you're definitely confused. "I can't.."

"Jungkook what's wrong?" You ask, as he takes in a deep breath to calm himself, hands wiping his face almost aggressively. "What's going on?"

"You should go shower now." He mumbles, not looking at you as he cringes a little when he finally slips out of you, sitting on the edge of the bed, before his hands rub his arms, muscles probably aching already. "Do you need me to drive you home?" He wonders, and you just sit on the bed, watching him.

It's silent, for a good while, until he finally turns a little to look at you.

And you've never really seen anything that physically hurts you so much as his face in this moment, heart dropping down towards hell, ice cold shock running up your spine at the pure exhaustion on his face. But it's not physical exhaustion you see. No- whatever it is, it's something else.

"Jungkook.. talk to me-" You try, but he scoffs, shakes his head.

"I don't want to." He denies, getting up to walk into the bathroom, where he turns on the lights and starts the shower. You feel oddly small in his apartment, weirdly out of place as you look around, surroundings unfamiliar now that you actually look at them. Have you ever really looked at his apartment? Or just the ceiling at max?

Then again, why would you? Jeon Jungkook doesn't do relationships, and you know this because he told you. Numerous times. So why is he so distressed today?

When he walks back out, you quietly wobble into the bathroom yourself, get clean and get out once more to see him already changing the sheets, angrily throwing the soiled one's to the floor. It's clear that something's off this time, and you're at fault- but you're not sure what you've done.

So you just sit down on the floor with crossed legs, butt cold on the ground since you're only wearing panties and a shirt of his you found.

"There's sweatpants in the hamper. They're clean." He mumbles, not sparing you a glance. "You can wear those. I'll drive you home in a second-"

"I don't wanna go home." You say, making his movements stutter.

"What?" He turns towards you, eyes all puffy from his earlier emotional break.

"I don't wanna go home." You repeat. "Not until you tell me what's wrong." You say, and he shakes his head, pulling the bedsheet over the mattress, groaning angrily when it slips up on another corner, undoing most of his work. You, instead, laugh a little, getting up slowly to walk over and help him.

He sighs.

"Why do you want to stay?" He asks, and you look at him as he braces his hands on the mattress, not looking up at you.

"Why do you never want me to stay?" You ask instead, and his brows furrow in confusion, as he finally looks up.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He asks, genuinely confused. "You're the one that always leaves the moment I'm done with you." He accuses, and you stare at him almost offended.

"Excuse me?" You scoff. "Who leaves me while I am asleep after almost breaking my bed twice now?" You argue.

"You didn't invite me to stay, like, ever!" He barks back, now standing to full height again, staring at you.

"Well boohoo, didn't know the prince himself needed a formal invitation to stay in my bed after I sucked his dick!" You huff, crossing your arms.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He asks, and you open your mouth, offended.

"No, what the fuck is your problem?!" You respond back, before both of your faces relax visibly.

"I always wanted to stay. I just didn't know if you wanted me to." He says awkwardly, and you sigh, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt you're wearing.

"And I wanted you to stay, but I.. you said you don't do relationships and all that, so I didn't want to seem clingy." You mumble. "I rather, you know.."

"...took what you offered and never asked for more.." He continues.

"..so I would at least not lose you." You finish, and you both stare at each other for a good moment-

before you both break out in tearful laughter, falling into bed together-

for the first time, actually holding each other throughout the night, and many more to come.

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[pebblestar]

Mikey x reader

Overwhelmed

【 established relationship n thats that lol. 】

You were biting your lip and practically glaring down at the paper in front of you.

It's a job application and the amount of questions that they had you filling out was quite insane. That and paired with the fact that you had to write out why you'd even be good for the job.

Apparently the job paid good money, So it was worth a shot.

But every little noise was starting to agitate you.

Especially the TV, And even Mikey who moved every few seconds on the couch behind you.

"Mikey please. Turn down the volume."

The turtle does as you ask, And the volume is turned down.

"You okay dude?"

Mikey asks, leaning over your shoulder to take a look at the paper with some disinterest.

"Just fine Mikey."

You grit back, growing more frustrated as the minutes ticked on by.

There was no reason to be this frustrated- It was just a stupid paper.

Just like school work, but way more urgent and way more important- Especially if you were trying to make money.

Then if you didn't make money you wouldn't be able to eat.

Or pay the rent. Pay the stupid electricity bill. Pay to survive in this world-

Tears of frustration build up in your eyes as the pen clatters somewhere onto the coffee table.

"Y/n?"

Mikey calls out softly.

When you don't respond due to the shame of having a literal breakdown in front of the turtle, He takes things into his own hands and pushes the paper away from your grasp.

"Hey dude. It's fine! It's fine. Let's try working on that later."

The tears flow freely down your cheeks, As you repeatedly mumble out 'sorry'

'I'm really sorry.'

At your current state, Mikey places a hand on your shoulder as if trying to access whether or not you wanted to be touched.

When you don't pull away, He's easily scooping you into his lap and up onto the couch with him.

"Hey. It's okay, really."

You bury your face into the crook of his neck as he rests a hand on your back, slowly running gentle circles up then down in a soothing motion.

There's a pause, before Mikey decides that getting your mind off the pressures of finding a job would be better then telling you that it'd be okay.

After all, he was here with you- and he'd make sure you'd be alright now.

"...That new movie 'Sliver sentry' is coming out soon-"

He presses on, Going on to ramble about how it had been leaked somewhere online that the other members of the Justice force would be making there appearances in the movie too.

For a time, Mikey was the only one talking, but he didn't mind.

You were calming down now, Heart rate returning to normal as your tears dried up and the frustration from having to answer so many questions was slowly dying down.

Instead of rubbing your back, A arm had to come to wrap around your waist, Letting you know that he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

Once his rambling slowly dies out, You mumble out a quiet.

"Thank you. I'm so-"

A finger is pressed to your lips to stop you from apologizing again.

"Don't sweat it. Everyone gets overwhelmed- Thankfully you have such a amazing boyfriend to help you out."

He sends a wink your way and you can't help the fit of giggles that escape you.

"Yeah. You really are amazing, Mikey. I love you."

You look up at him with a soft look, And you notice just how absolutely flustered he becomes by your words.

You press a kiss to his cheek, Only for him to pout in return.

Confused, you ask.

"What?"

"You missed my lips."

A gentle hand reaches up to cup your cheek, before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

You practically melt into his touch, Savoring the kiss while it lasted.

He pulls away, maybe too soon, but is grinning.

"Gotcha all to myself now-"

He hugs you closer to his body, practically squeezing you but immediately loosens his grip not wanting to risk accidentally hurt you.

"Now you have to watch Space Dandy with me."

You groan, before he's grabbing the remote turning the volume back up a few notches and going to find the anime he had insisted you watch with him for a few days now.

You had been busy previously due to desperately trying to find a job, but you figured you'd give it a chance and more importantly give yourself a much needed break too.

"Trust me you'll reallyyy like it!"

Mikey's voice brings your attention back to him.

You reach out behind the turtle, Grabbing a blanket from behind the couch.

Without looking away from the TV, Mikey helps you fix the blanket so that the two of you could share it.

With the show now playing in the background, You settle yourself back into Mikey's lap.

"...So what is this even about? Cowboys in space?"

"Shhh! Just watch."

And like that, you allow yourself to fully relax for the rest of the night- The paper would always be there whenever you were ready to return to it.

[tonydaddingham]

Hi! I saw your tags on a post talking about car trouble as one of the great good omens fics and I've put it on my tbr! I wasn't really active in the fandom after season 1 so I feel like I missed out on all the great fics. I know about Demonology and Slow Show and I know about others from Aziraphale'sLibrary from their classics tag. But I was wondering what your list would be, your list of what the best and greatest good omens fics are. I'm young, so I have time to read lol

GASPS I HAVE RECS COMING OUT MY EARS @queenofthearchipelago, BUCKLE UP KID💕

this will be a mixture of genres and a lot of them are well known so may well already be on the AL classic lists (but, well, theyre classics for a reason imo) but im just gonna dump them here; these are literally just off the top of my head so won't be very coherent/in order - i'll give the links and ratings, but will leave you to peruse the synopses directly (most will be human AUs, they're my particular favourites), just to save making what will be a huge post even longer!!!

Car Trouble (E)

Petrichor and Parchment (E)

Memory of Eden (M) (and its sequels - imo The heartbreak series of all time. i sob like a baby) (it's written pre-s1 release, so book!omens, but i find it relatively easy to re-imagine if tv!omens is how you imagine them too etc) (no seriously if i ever get any fic professionally bound into a physical book, it's this series)

For Want of a Seed (T) (and also a huge shout out to Right of It also by cassieoh but it's unfinished - ive had it open as a tab in my phone for like a year? in the fervent hope it'll be updated, which fair enough if it isn't!!! but it's beauuuutiful)

Stranger in Paradise (E)

Infernal Bodyguard (M)

Wicked Thing series (E) (and anything by phoenix_soar, frankly. just... damn🫠)

i then also want to shout out a couple of fics from some amazing people on tumblr here (listed in no particular order!) which you may have already seen? but definitely worth mentioning because they're similarly insaneeee:

Shoot to Thrill and Learning on the Job (both E) and tbh anything by @teddybearbutchh, otherworldly affinity for not only writing in general, she's so talented, but her smut is 🫠

How Do We Turn On The Light? (M) by @moonyinpisces is soooo good as a post-s2 fic, she's really captured how i personally imagine aziraphale and crowley to act after the feral domestic, i love her characterisation!

The Loophole (E) by @fellshish is a different take post-s2 but incredibly funny and the apology dance is. life changing

Chemistry (E) by @twilightcitysky, i simply revisit their works time and time again, but this one is a particular favourite!!!

and im sure there are some lovelies that might read this and want to add their recommendations too, or self promote???💕✨ but these are my faves, like i said, right off the top of my head!!!