#look at them and tell me they're sane

[numberfiveisback]

they're all crazy.

only sane one there is Cassie, but that sanity is hanging by a thread, and that thread is being sawed at by the other three kids.

[nyankojin]

*ROUNDHOUSE KICKS YOUR DOOR IN*

NO THOUGHTS ONLY WARLOCK AND PIERRE

Happy one year anniversary to this anon I've had sitting in the back of my drafts. Yeah sorry I needed all of it to figure out how to draw Pierre.

There isn’t enough art of Warlock and Pierre being cuddly and affectionate out there.

[aphel1on]

the longer i look at this panel the more deranged i feel about it. this is environmental storytelling at its finest.

the eodio stand-in doll in particular makes me crazy. where did it come from? did thistle just pop into the village like "hey ungrateful wretches, one of you needs to make me a life-sized mannequin, For Reasons". did he make it himself? seems quite unlikely, yet the possibility haunts me. i mean, i guess there could've been one just lying around the dungeon somewhere. it's the act of replacement itself that really gets to me. (edit: it's been pointed out to me that the eodio doll also could have been left behind as part of delgal's escape plan. slightly different kind of madness but tbh, just as funny-sad to me if that happened and thistle went Ok, Guess That's Eodio Now.)

both the wives are there too. we know very little about them, which makes me tend to assume thistle wasn't all that close to them, but they're still included. when did they end up here? did he kick their souls out of their bodies at some point, or were they among those who left their bodies voluntarily to try and escape? when did yaad become an effective orphan, delgal an effective widower? women in the margins of the narrative, tell me your stories!

and the fact that they're surrounded with the living paintings, which thistle habitually wanders through to relive the past. this truly is his inner sanctum, his place of utmost comfort... and it may as well be a tomb.

that panel is so creepy when you first see it. just a sense of "ohh jeez, there's a lot to unpack there".

and actually, yeah, it remains creepy from pretty much any angle, but the more you think about it the more it's also tragic.

this is where many of thistle's happiest moments took place. everything he had in that picture is now gone. first he lost their warm regard, then one-by-one their bodies became hollow shells. before the end, none of the people here needed or enjoyed food anymore. the dinner table, as a center of both family life and nutrition, became obsolete.

a line from someone else's excellent post about thistle has stuck in my head ever since i read it: "to eat is to live, but to eat together is to be loved". to me, this is the sentiment and symbolism at the core of everything that happens in dungeon meshi.

it makes this bit all the sadder and more disturbing.

there's several things to note here:

thistle has gone from seated and eating with them as part of the family, to a lonely and ominous figure hovering over delgal's shoulder

eodio is conspicuously absent from view, and his body would have been a husk by now, but yaad says parents, which forces me to assume that they are sitting at the table with eodio's soulless body, hidden under yaad's speech bubble

they're not actually eating anything.

those plates are empty. you could assume that they've already finished eating, maybe, but yaad refers to it as sitting around the dinner table. in fact, he compares it to what he's currently doing; sitting at the dinner table watching the touden party eat, not eating anything himself.

it paints a pretty grim picture. for some time even after the fantasy had fallen apart, even after there was no need or desire to eat, they kept gathering around the dinner table. at that point, i'd guess only so as not to provoke thistle's wrath.

but even that last happened a long, long time ago.

this is a callback to what senshi said in the golden kingdom: the reason the people keep maintaining their fields and silverware and so forth is that they need to do so in order to stay sane.

paradoxically, the dinner table is the most striking evidence of thistle's insanity, and at the same time, it's the only anchor to sanity he has left.

he kept enforcing the ritual of dinner together long after it lost significance. when even that was impossible- because almost everyone's souls were gone- he kept their bodies at the table anyway. it's fine. it's fine! he's protected them, physically, just like he set out to. they're all still breathing. at a glance it looks like they could wake up and resume dinner at any moment. like this, it's easy to pretend.

isn't that what being a dungeon lord is, at the core of it? rejecting reality, staying in the prison of one's impossible desires. it's just one long game of pretend.

thistle did all this to protect his loved ones. no matter how obsessive and twisted he became in pursuit of that over the years, his core motivation never changed. this is all he has left of that dream: his loved ones' bodies gathered around the locus of their happiest memories together. like this, he can tell himself he's succeeded.

when eodio's body vanished with delgal's soul in it- when he couldn't even have that anymore... well.

i want to reach through the screen and shake him. no, they're not, thistle. THISTLE, NO, THEY'RE NOT! the doll of eodio is the closest thing to him in this panel, underlining the point. when that final illusion was shattered, he became completely unable to cope with reality.

therefore casually forgetting the creepy eodio doll isn't real.

thistle isn't stupid. eodio's body vanished at the same time as delgal's soul. shortly after, more adventurers came pouring in than ever before. deep down, he knows what happened. if he didn't, being confronted with the truth by mithrun wouldn't have made him panic so hard he summoned chimera falin to the first floor.

yet still...

he absolutely can't admit that to himself. he is clinging to the last scraps of the illusion with everything he has.

this is a dungeon lord at the end of desire. this is a lotus-eater machine left running long after its conclusion. this is mithrun lying listlessly in his bed, his replica lover having given up any pretense of being human. the illusion is all that's left. (an illusion is all it ever was.) thistle and the citizens of the golden kingdom- they're ghosts just as much as the ones who wander the dungeon floors. and if it weren't for thistle sealing the lion away, he would've been eaten by it long ago.

all of this encapsulated by that single panel of the dinner table.

[envy-of-the-apple]

It's a random thought, but have you ever thought about doing a scenario where SatoSugu thinks about having a baby and hires a surrogate mother?

okokok just to make it clear i dont like anything pregnancy related and try to steer clear of that BUT i just learned that to be a surrogate you must have one successful pregnancy so >:) im making one exception.

(satosugu is like 25-30 mc is 34+)

I can just imagine that the surrogate is just a regular mom who has a loving family and just wants to give back to the community yknow? maybe the surrogate had some complications with pregnancy and now you're so grateful for your bundle of joy that you just wanna help other parents feel the same feeling

you're just a year or two below the cutmark (being in your mid-thirties), but thankfully you're paired with a lovely couple. Suguru and Satoru are absolutely delighted to meet you, gushing over you, through the moon that you've accepted to be their surrogate.

they go to all of your appointments and checkups. they're so diligent you just know they're gonna be great parents. you knew it from the moment they met your daughter, cooing over her, suguru even stuck one of her drawings on his fridge.

you adore them too. they're so considerate, nothing like the horror stories you've read about surrogacy. they dont treat you like a vessel for their unborn child. on the way from a doctor's visit, satoru is more than eager to pull over, wanting to cater to every craving you have. suguru gives you footrubs when your feet start to swell. they constantly tell you how beautiful you look. it's honestly really sweet.

unfortunately, your husband isn't so keen on them. no matter how many times you try to whittle it out of him, he's always tight-lipped about his reasoning. he wants you to maintain your distance from them. he isn't a fan of them being so friendly with your daughter.

Unlike him, you miss the look Suguru gives you when you're complaining about morning sickness. Unlike him, you don't notice the way Satoru's hand presses on your belly, not just feeling the baby, but you too.

Unlike him, you miss the way they treat your daughter. it's almost....parental.

you don't understand his reasoning, but you love him, so you respect his wishes. slowly, you broaden the distance between them. you respond to their texts less and less. you are a little more insistent on going to minor check ups and appointments yourself. honestly, as much as you liked them, you have to admit that satoru and suguru were a bit too coddling. you've been through this before, you aren't fragile. you and your husband can handle the hard parts, they just need to focus on preparing for the baby.

they notice, but they don't mention it to you. they know it's not your fault.

a couple weeks later, your husband leaves.

he doesn't even take anything. none of his clothes are gone, none of his shoes. Just his wallet.

All he leaves is a note.

I don't wanna do this anymore. don't look for me

You’re distraught. Nothing calms you down anymore. You immediately spiral, shutting out your friends and family. Your daughter is the only thing that keeps you sane. You’re abandoned, single and pregnant, and there’s no one to catch you when you fall.

It only takes a couple of days for Satoru and Suguru to worm their way back into your life. There’s only a hint of resistance before you’re falling in their arms, crying about how he could do this to you? How could he leave out of the blue like that?

You don’t get it. Nothing makes sense. If you weren’t so distraught, you might have realized the note doesn’t 100% match your husband’s handwriting. You might have realized the note doesn’t match your husband at all.

Satoru and suguru are eager to distract you from that. It’s back to status quo, accept they’re a little more touchier, a little more fussier. You watch how well they get along with your daughter. When they insist on moving into their lavish penthouse you can’t help but acquiesce.

When Suguru finally kisses you, Satoru’s eyes just as heavy, you can’t help but give in.

hey you might've lost one husband, but you gained two more:)

[ireneaesthetic]

Pointing out little moments and details of scenes that need to be remembered.

lake scene • episode 6

before diving into it, bare with me! the lake scene wouldn't be the lake scene if it wasn't for edvin and omar fr: the uncut version of the convo wilmon has was 8 minutes long and all improvised when it was shot. edmar just got told to say what they thought wilmon wanted to say and boom! this lake scene happened. no one is doing it like them.

oh alice is the cherry on top - the 'oh alice we're growing up', the melody fits the setting and the warm colors just right. the perfect song for the perfect scene.

talking about song - wille's song was written right after this scene as lisa said: 'i could see simon walking back home that night, sitting down by his keyboard, birds singing outside, the sun already up and finally it dawning in him: it shouldn't be a revolution to love someone'. do what you want with this info!

without further ado, let's get into it :)

the little smirk after wille stumbles is cuuute. terms are not the best but it still takes something so simple to lighten the mood.

wille's carrying his blue blanket with him can only mean they went to his room to take it before heading here - and so in the time between scenes they talked and thought about the lake to forget everything, planned to bring a blanket to lie down on and enjoy the sunrise, just the two of them :')

you can see the weight of the situation suddenly hitting him.

it's so bittersweet - the lake has always been their happy place but the mood is much darker now, they're sharing what they think is the last big moment together at sunrise.

they try to keep the convo as light as possible but they know too well how much this hurts.

the single tear streaming down.

the different reactions are what get me the most: wille seems almost relaxed in letting the emotions take over compared to simon who's very controlling over it - he blinks and bites his lip trying to stop more tears from falling, he averts his eyes.

simon's not so accepting whilst wille looks resigned.

the scene makes the best out of the limited time bc nothing feels rushed at all: there's no music at first to create that alone time intimacy properly and it keeps getting better with the camera focusing on the way they look at each other shot after shot.

wilhelm breaking the silence with it takes a fool to remain sane is the sickest thing isweartogod.

such a monumental and fond throwback. it's the first memory they have of each other but it's also the first one we have of wilmon too. it brings everyone back to that very first time.

this shot is incredible. young royals will always hold a special place in my heart and i want to remember wilmon just like this.

you would never tell they saw and touched and explored each other's body more than once by the way they're both so shy to undress and wilhelm has to tear his eyes away from simon.

they're still my favorite losers <3

it's also the first time simon undresses himself without wille's help. i think the essence is - to be completely bare and show the most vulnerable version of themselves, to get rid of all the layers and weights they carry around, to let it all behind for this one last time together.

the sparkle in simon's eyes when he looks at wille is so sweet. it's more of a bitter taste that comes with this scene, but in a list of moments that are a perfect example of how much they simply enjoy each other's company, this is definitely one of those - simon says 'when it was us it was good' at the end and it is very true.

all i see here is the plain and simple version of them, they feel so much and everything about this scene is telling us that they just needed to found the right place and the right time to let it out - the nostalgia, the sorrow, the sadness, the silly energy too. it's all so pure.

'they undress, they walk down into the water naked, and they are rebirthed'. lisa once described this moment using these words and they're probably the most accurate. it reminds me of the thing i wrote earlier - taking the white clothes off feels like freeing themselves of every burden and then stepping into the water as a form of sanctification of it.

whether you see it in a religious or a non-religious way, it is a very beautiful image.

the eye contact game is going stronger than everrr.

they're too pretty to be real ugh.

the splash of water :')

this is extremely beautiful and the transition between the two is perfectly made.

it's such a loving gesture - we can't really tell which one of the two is done before but it's the fact simon does it twice that matters: he follows the instinct to do it once but it's still not enough so he feels the need to do it again.

this shot was one of the stills that came out for promo before the season's release and i remember being completely blown away by it.

i claimed it and said this scene would be one of the core ones of the show and well, i guess i was right!

the whole water sequence is a visual representation of simon getting further and further away from wilhelm. both times he turns around to look at him tho - it's not what he wants to do but he has to do it for their sake.

also! one pov is from into the water and the other one is from the shore. idk if it's casual or hides an actual meaning but it's fun to point out sooo

too many single tears were shed for my fragile heart to handle.

this pretty much sums up the way i felt at the end too.

pain is written all over simon's face but i was not prepared for wille's sobs and his shoulders uncontrollably shaking. stab me.

he just keeps watching simon slip through his fingers and he's left to wonder what's supposed to happen now?.

from wille's words - 'how can you just be over me? i thought it would be us' - we learn that he's convinced simon is already over them and he's alone in struggling to accept it and move on (oh if only he knew).

he breathes but this is more of a this is it sigh - now it's time for me to learn how to let him go.

[notapradagurl7]

Ties That Bind. Part Two.

Terry RichmondBillionaire! x Black Fem! Plus Size/Reader.

Summary: Planning your wedding with Terry was incredibly stressful. You had to manage missed calls from family, which you eventually had to block, you talked with your cousin and then Terry’s uninvited family showed up. Once you met them, things got chaotic, and Terry noticed that you were feeling overwhelmed, so he chose to help you cope with the stress in his own manner.

Word Count: 3,536k

Warnings: angst, smut, fluff, dark!Terry, toxic family drama, arranged marriage, fingering, protective!Terry, consensual for both parties, stressed out reader, Use of AAVE, oral sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, confession, violence, threats, Terry putting the his family in place, use of the n-word, Terry’s POV.

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——————-

You.

Terry’s fingers fit seamlessly with yours as you stood together on the beach, where the dark sky transformed into brilliant shades of pink and orange. The orange-ish sun illuminated your dark brown skin and the glimmering ring on your finger, while the chilly waves lapped at your well-groomed feet, anchored in the sand.

Your eyes flickered toward the golden ring on Terry’s finger, you smiled at him.

The past few weeks were incredibly stressful; the colors were off, the caterers prepared steak instead of homemade pizza, which added to your frustration.

It was a series of mishaps from the wedding, but Terry was resolute in improving the situation, so he invited you to his private beach at his home close to Louisiana.

“You good, baby? Talk to me," Terry asked gently, turning to face you.

You sulked at the tall man dressed casually yet fashionably in sage green, which matched your own sage green dress and sandals.

As you turned to look at those green hazel-ish eyes that bore into your soul deep, feelings of anxiety and uncertainty began to invade your thoughts.

"Terry, it's been overwhelming lately, with everything that is going on in wedding, it's moving so fast, baby." You admitted with an unsure tone, your hands snaked to his muscular arms.

Your eyes looking into his eyes searching for clarity, and reassurance. His face softened at your expression, he pulled you close.

And you forgot to mention the multiple missed phone calls from your family about not being invited and calling you selfish, you were only close to your cousin Jayla. She was one of the only sane that you can talk to.

“It's okay, honestly I've been feeling overwhelmed too, my family called and said they are showing up without telling me shit,” admitted, his voice low and husky, his hand gently cupping your face.

Your phone buzzed, and you fished it out of your pocket. It was Jayla. Your thumb pressed the button and held it close to your ear. “Hello? They're doing what? How the fuck did they even get the address?”

The conversation concluded with the press of your thumb, your lips tight in frustration. Why on earth would they show up after you had severed ties and declared you didn't want to see them anymore?

No, no, not them. Was this punishment? Nope, no you're talking nonsense, you didn't deserve this. Nobody does.

"They're coming tomorrow, Terry. They're driving down from Chicago." You blurted out, shoving your phone in your purse.

His eyes hardened, a dangerous glint flickering in them. "They are?"

You nodded, "Jayla called, she said they wouldn't take no for an answer. They even booked a room at the hotel far away from your house."

Terry's jaw clenched, his grip on your face tightening slightly. "They think they can just show up uninvited? In my fucking house?"

You saw the anger simmering in his eyes, a primal instinct that made you both afraid and strangely aroused.

"I know, Terry. I tried to stop them, but they wouldn't listen."

Terry shook his head in disagreement, not wanting you to feel like it was your fault. He kissed your forehead lovingly and looked down at you in concern.

“It’s not your fault that all of this shit is happening, don't worry princess, I’ll handle them,” he reassured with a firm tone.

The two of you walked quickly back to his black Cadillac XTS hand-in-hand, you heard Terry’s breathing increase but then suddenly it stopped. You were getting worried about everything.

If there wasn't one thing, it's another thing after that.

You approached the vehicle, and he opened the door for you like the gentleman that he was, you settled in, and he gently closed it shut. He circled the car and got into the driver’s seat, closing the doors and then locking it.

Thankfully, the windows were tinted and you had some privacy. He turned to you, his voice low and seductive, "But first, let's forget about them for a while."

You nodded in agreement, your fingers gripped his chin and leaning in to the scent of his cologne, black cherry and sandalwood. Kissing his lips passionately before pulling away.

He pulled you closer, his hand slipping under your dress, tracing the curve of your hip. You shivered, a wave of heat washing over you. You climbed into the backseat with him quickly.

"Let's focus on us," he whispered, his lips grazing your ear.

He guided you towards the plush cushion, his hand firmly on your lower back, urging you to lay back. You obeyed, your heart pounding in your chest. “Good girl,” he praised.

Terry knelt in front of you, his eyes burning into yours with desire. He reached between your legs, and rolled your panties off with the flick of his wrist, his fingers sliding their way between your folds. “Mmm, I've been waiting to touch you gently,” he whispered, his tone deep with a hint of rasp.

“You don't have to be gentle, just touch me please,” You

You gasped, arching your back as his fingers began to go in and out of you, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Your essence trickles down to his wrist, making his black Rolex watch glisten, “Oh fuck..Terry…ugh,”

He looked down at you, and hovered over you, his eyes dark and intense. "Your pussy is already gripping my fingers, feel so good," he murmured, his voice rough yet audible.

Terry loved the feel of your pussy gripping his long thick fingers, he couldn't wait for his dick to be hugged so tightly, his bulge grew bigger and harder in his pants, he groaned raspily at the squelching sound, Terry desperately wanted to feel that love that he is feeling right now.

It was almost as if you felt the same energy from Terry, he was upset but he didn't want you stressed out about anything. You had to talk to him about it until his thumb flattened on your clit and thrust his fingers faster, “Ah! Oh my god! Terry!”

Your hands held on for dear life on the armrest of the seats, your hips rolling with that torturous pace, your walls clenching around his fingers, the metal his of gold ring inside you sent shivers through you, “Give me more of that good shit, doll,” he coaxed seductively.

His fingers curled at that sweet spot, you cried out wildly and clutched your breast in your hand, “F-fuckkk! Terry! More please! Baby!” You screamed loudly, he pecked your clit and then sucked your nipple roughly, tears falling down your cheeks.

Those green eyes of his watched your pretty face contort in pleasure, your essence wetten up his seats but he didn't care, it would get cleaned up anyway, his mouth sucked roughly around your areola, and his thumb flickered your clit, “This is all mine?” he asked.

“Yes, all yours..so gooddd,” you babbled with neediness, he continued to pleasure you, his fingers moving in a rhythmic pattern, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. His mouth trailed kissed along your dark brown skin, moving your box braids out of the way. Kissing your lips again.

"Terry," you moaned, your voice hitched and body twitched weakly. "I'm gonna—"

He silenced you with a kiss, his lips moving over yours with a possessive hunger. He continued to pleasure you, his tongue swirling with yours, his fingers hit that spot and curled up in a “come here” motion with quick precision. Biting down on his lush lips, making you cry out his name. “There you go, my beautiful wife,” he soothed with a devilish smirk.

He called you his wife, those words made you bust a nut quickly, your back arched over the seat and stretched out your feet.

Your essence poured onto his fingers, as you came undone, your body trembling beneath him. Terry watched with a smile pulled his fingers away, leaving a trail of moisture behind. He leaned back, his eyes filled with a primal satisfaction.

"That's it, baby, Let me see that beautiful face." he said, his voice husky, his hand gripping the back of your neck, pecking your lips passionately.

You opened your eyes, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Terry smiled, a slow smile that sent a shiver down your spine. Licking his fingers clean, he hummed softly, “You taste amazing,” he told you.

He leaned down and kissed you again, a long, slow kiss that tasted of salt and sweat, your essence.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good tonight," he whispered against your lips. "You won't be able to think about anything else."

You knew he meant it. Terry Richmond was a man of his word, and you were about to experience the full force of his desire.

Or were you? You had to face his family and your family at your house, tonight was gonna be very different and difficult.

The air hung thick with tension as you stepped into Terry’s family home, the cacophony of laughter and shouting nearly drowning out the thumping of your heart.

His family was a swirling storm of noise, each voice a stark contrast to the calm you'd found in his embrace just hours earlier.

Terry’s father, Theo, he stood there in a black suit beside his wife, and his dark brown eyes bore into you, his face twisted in anger, his slim loafers clicked on the marble floors. His light brown skin shone underneath the lights. He was 5’9.

Terry’s mother, Tiana stood in between his father and Tristan, her brown skin and dark brown eyes, dressed in a light purple dress and sandals on her feet. Standing at 5’5.

Tristian, he was slim yet not muscular like Terry, same complexion as his younger brother, his green eyes locked onto the woman who stood next to Terry,

As the man turned around, a loud voice boomed, “Terry, you decide to rush into the family business with this stranger? Let me guess she wants all our damn money?” It was his father, contempt dripping from every syllable.

“Don’t call her that. She’s not a stranger; she’s my fiancée,” Terry snapped, the deep timbre of his voice reverberating through the room like a storm brewing.

Your heart raced as his mother stepped in, her eyes pleading for peace. “Terry, Theo, please. This is about family.”

“He doesn’t get to dictate who I love!” he shouted, defiance etched on his face.

You felt out of place because of the volume getting louder and louder, you needed a place to mute

You glanced around, feeling the weight of their scrutiny, the judgment clouding the air until Terry’s mother’s eyes landed on you, as if she was calling out to you.

As you walked alongside Terry’s mother and pushed the doors open, the turmoil of their dispute faded into silence; their voices grew louder as you moved outside to the backyard, feeling the soft green grass beneath your sandals and a gentle breeze on your face.

You let out a trembling breath, feeling as if you could finally find peace.

“My apologies for the way that my husband was speaking toward you and the yelling doesn't help either," Terry's mother spoke up,

"I'm guessing that Terry and his dad never saw eye to eye, and Tristan was always the one to be the golden child?” You guessed in a soft voice, your heart still racing from the confrontation inside.

Tiana nodded, her expression softening. "You’re not wrong. Terry has always been different in a good way. He has this fire inside of him that scares Theo, and his father doesn’t appreciate that."

You glanced back toward the house, where the shadows of Terry’s family loomed large and menacing, their voices still echoing in your ears. "I just want to make this work, you know? I love him," you admitted, your voice softened.

Tiana studied you, her dark eyes searching for something. “And he feels the same way about you too, my dear. He loves fiercely, Terry told me about you on a phone call yesterday, he was determined to be yours,”

You appreciated her warmth, but the thought of Terry facing his family's wrath made your stomach twist. “I just don’t want to lose him.”

——————

Terry.

He stood in the main spacious living room of the house, his gaze narrowed in frustration. He felt the tension hanging heavy in the air, shifting from him and back to his father.

Theo’s harsh tone cut through the air like a knife. “You think you can just bring this girl into our lives without any consequences? You’re disrespecting everything we’ve built!”

“Don’t you think that the reason I joined this business and married Y/N is because it was my choice? I didn't do this shit for money or to get your attention?” Terry shot back, his voice filled with rage.

Theo shook his head from side to side in disapproval, crossing his arms, “Keyword you are her fiancé, you are not married yet, son,

Tristian stepped aside, giving his two-cent in the situation. But Terry interjected quickly, “From what I know, once we get married I’ll have the business,

“Terry, why can't you just admit and accept that I'm the one Dad’s gonna choose for the business hm? You're gonna take the easy way in by marrying a random bit—”

Terry's punch landed on Tristan's cheek, causing blood to ooze from his mouth and mark his light brown skin.

Tristian winced and swore in agony as he fell onto the white marble floor, sliding with a screech before his head collided with the wall, resulting in a loud thump.

“Don’t you ever talk about my wife like that, nigga,” Terry shouted with malice, shaking his hand to ease the pain after hissing.

He watched you stand frozen in the doorway, heart racing and pulse quickening as you processed the chaos unfolding in front of you.

The confidence you had felt moments ago was replaced by a surge of anxiety.

All eyes were on you walking back inside the house once the room fell silent.

“Get the fuck up, Tristan,” Terry growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You don’t get to disrespect her in my house. Not now, not ever.”

Tristan scrambled backward, wiping blood from his mouth and staring at his brother with anger and disbelief. “You’re insane, Terry! Do you think you can just bring her into this family and everything will be fine? She’s just a distraction.”

You stepped forward, heart beating like a drum, ready to defend yourself. “You don't know shit about me, I'm not a distraction,” you retorted, your hand resting on your chest.

Terry was fatigued from constantly arguing with his father and brother; the back-and-forth was exhausting both mentally and physically.

If this pattern was going to continue every time they communicated, Terry knew he had to put a stop to it once and for all.

“Look, if you can't accept her then you can't accept me, you didn't do it when I was a kid, you're not invited to our wedding, just leave," Terry shot back.

The tension in the room escalated, and you could feel the unease in the air. You stood by Terry’s side and gripped his arm tight, “Terry why can't you reconcile with him,” you whispered, your eyes on him.

“I'm done playing nice, I can’t keep doing with him, Y/N, I know that I'm gonna run this business myself. You don't need to worry about me sweetheart," He reassured you with a kiss on your forehead.

Truth is, you were worried about Terry. You wondered if everything was going to be okay, doubt crept in again, You had to tell him.

“If that's what you want then throw it away, after everything I did for you, this is how you repay me?” Theo shot back, his eyes flickered toward the two of you.

“You chose Tristan and not me, all that does is drink, waste your money and give it back, but me, I did everything right and it still wasn’t enough for you,” Terry trailed off with anger, his eyes on his father.

Theo listened intently to every word that his son was saying to him, cutting him deep yet he still persisted. His eyes softened at Terry, feeling his heart break.

“Okay, okay, you're right about that, Tristan used to be the golden child but he wasn't like you, I didn't want you to suffer like I did in the business, I'm sorry Terry,” Theo apologized with a strong tone.

Terry’s eyes widened slightly at what his father was saying, that was the first time he apologized.

“D-dad, you don't mean it—” Tristian spoke up until Theo interjected quickly by holding his hand up.

“I do mean that shit, Tristian, you're not good for the company, Terry, if you ever want to talk again then let me know,” Theo told him, turning his head to the side.

Once his family left out of the house, locking the door behind himself. You stood there with a saddened expression. He hugged his mother goodbye.

The two of you entered the bedroom, he sat down on the edge of the bed. You walked toward him and your hands rested on his shoulders with his hands on your thighs, bringing you closer to him. Leaning close between your breasts, relishing in your warmth.

“Terry, before we go to sleep, I've been having doubts lately baby, family is important to me but it feels like we’re standing at the edge of a cliff. I love you, I do, but all this drama…it’s heavy. I don’t want to be the reason you lose your family, but I also can’t let them disrespect me and us,” you confessed, your voice trembling slightly as you looked into his intense green eyes.

He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to relieve the tension that had been building for weeks. “I get it, I really do. I love you more, I’m not trying to put you in the middle of this. But my family…they don’t deserve you. They don’t see you the way I do.”

Your head tilted with a slow shake, “Your mother accepted me and that's enough but, Terry, I just…I don’t want you to have to choose between me and them. That’s not fair,”

You wanted to believe him, but the weight of his family’s disdain felt like a noose tightening around your throat. Your grip tightens on his shoulders, bringing him closer.

He stood, moving closer until the space between you vanished. His arms wrapped around your waist. “Listen to me, Y/N. You are my world. I don’t care if they accept you or not. You’re not just some girl I’m marrying. You’re my future. My wife. The mother of my kids. They’ll have to deal with that.”

You looked up at him with a small smile, his words brought comfort to you, but still, there was your family coming for you. Ugh, you'd almost forget about them.

“And you know that my family is coming here too but they don't know where you live, we have to face them too, shit,” you retorted with a eye roll.

“I'll protect you, defend you with my life from them, you don't owe them shit, sweetie, I faced my family and I face yours too,” Terry replied with a head shake, reassurance in his tone.

“Thanks for everything, my love, Come here,” You whispered seductively, moving your finger in a ‘come here’ motion.

After that, the two of you kissed passionately, making love for the rest of the night. Knowing that it wouldn't mend anything but it felt right, you wanted to feel every inch of him. Eventually, everything will fall into place for both of you.

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[hvnlygrl]

jj and his gf who has really bad sensory problems, especially at night when they're going to sleep her shirt always bothers her and she gets so fusturated but jj always knows what to do for her

or with loud noises!!! i feel like he'd be the type to practically whisper you to sleep at night because he knows sometimes all the noise is just way too overwhelming

⌞ ALL TOO MUCH (CAN’T GET ENOUGH)⌝

જ⁀➴ pairing | jj maybank x fem!reader

જ⁀➴ word count | 1.7k

જ⁀➴ warnings | overstimulated reader, reader has a panic attack, fluff, super comforting jj, talk of diagnoses and doctors, mentions of throw-up. hurt/comfort.

જ⁀➴ synopsis | when everything gets to be too much for you, jj becomes the only thing you can stand, and the one thing you crave more than anything.

જ⁀➴ notes | this is such a wonderful request as someone who struggles with this on a regular basis and relies on my own bf to calm me down and be my peace and my center to ground myself. i love this sm! i hope you enjoy <3

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you weren’t sure when it started; the constant overwhelming feelings that consumed nearly every waking moment you had throughout the day. one doctor said it was normal for a girl your age, especially given the things you’d been through, another said that it was due to an anxiety disorder, and one (though you knew this one was totally full of shit) tried to blame it on obsessive compulsive disorder with a hint of autism. 

you had no clue when it got this bad, but you knew that it was reaching the point of becoming unbearable. being in crowds, or anywhere where the background noise was louder than the noise in your mind, made you feel like you needed to puke. clothes that were too tight or too loose, too coarse or too soft, too thick or too thin, drove you nearly to the brink of insanity. it was, as you described it, as if you were completely uncomfortable in your own body at all times. 

hearing people hum, sing, tap, or breathe drove you up a wall, and that was on your best day. it was the thing you hated most about yourself, honestly. you hated that you were so easily agitated, and that you couldn’t help the outbursts that came with it. 

throughout your school years, as it worsened, you lost friends one by one, until all that was left were the pogues and your boyfriend, jj. not like you needed anything more than them, but still.

you had no idea how jj could put up with you being this way, especially for so long, but you were extremely grateful for him. part of you, deep down inside your heart, was petrified that one day he would have enough and realize that he could do so much better, but for now you were willing to bask in each and every moment you got to have with him. 

jj, however, felt the same way about you; he was terrified that you’d wake up one day and realize how broken he was and how unfixable his soul would forever be. 

you were both idiots, admittedly, because each and every one of the pogues could tell just from the way that you looked at each other in docile moments that there was absolutely nothing either of you would take in place of the other. 

since your relationship started with jj, your anxiety got significantly better, with fewer outbursts and a generally happier state of being becoming your new normal. he grounded you to reality, kept you sane and helped you accept yourself for what you truly were. with jj, you never had to hide anything, never had to mask any emotions or thoughts (no matter how dark or upsetting they may be). you knew he would never judge you for anything you felt or thought, having dealt with his own fair share of breakdowns during his time alive. 

when you were crying to the point of hyperventilating over your crop top shirt being too constricting, he would give you his flannel to change into. when your shoes became too tight around your toes, he would pull your favorite slippers from his bag. when your food was too slimy or too crunchy, he’d swap dishes with you. anything to keep you happy, and anything to let you have as close to a normal experience as possible. 

jj was a saint, truly. everything he did, he did through his love for you, never once questioning whatever was bothering you, simply just finding the best fix or alternative to calm you back down. it was beautiful. 

however, as much as jj could do, he couldn’t always fix the problem. some things were still too far beyond anything he could ever understand, and in those cases, he would just hold you, doing his best to keep you contained and feeling as safe and comforted as possible. 

panic attacks were nothing new to you, a weekly occurrence since you were a small child. they stemmed from severe ptsd from your childhood, you knew that. that knowledge felt like it should be enough to be able to push through them when they happened, but it never was. 

a sharp pain in your chest, your internal temperature reaching record-breaking highs, your head spinning and full of loud disturbing thoughts, your breathing becoming erratic and your body trembling. you felt like you were going to puke and pass out all at the same time. 

the first time it happened around jj, he thought he was going to have to bring you to the hospital or call an ambulance. 

the two of you had gotten into a slight, meaningless disagreement over something completely irrelevant. he got a little too loud and before you knew it you had a hand clutching your heart, panting like a dog at the park as you backed as far into the nearest corner as you could. the walls shifted around you, inching closer and closer with every rapid breath you took. you tried to take deeper breaths, attempting to slow your heart before it exploded in your chest, but you couldn’t. you began crying, eyes wide with a thousand yard stare, seeing everything and nothing all at once. 

jj watched you for a moment, in terror as he panicked, completely unaware of what was happening or what he should or could do about it. “y/n? what’s happening, baby?” 

“i-i-” you struggled to catch a breath that would reach your lungs, “i can’t-”

“are you-what do i do?” he moves toward you, hands extended out warily, “what can i do, baby?”

you turned your head up toward the sky as you slid down the wall until you reached the floor. your eyes were pinched shut, as tight as you could get them, as if that would be enough to throw you back to reality. your arms wrapped around your knees tightly, one hand gripping the other as they wrung themselves together. “water,” it was a whisper, your vision full of black spots when you opened your eyes. this one was particularly bad for some reason, bringing you to the verge of passing out. “please.”

“water,” jj repeats, immediately jumping at the opportunity to help you, “uh, uh,” he searches frantically for a cup from the cabinet, realizing that all of the cups are dirty in the dishwasher, “shit!” he goes to wash one before remembering that you had put a few bottles to cool in the fridge when you’d gotten home earlier that day. “stupid,” he cusses at himself as he sprints to the fridge, rummaging through it until he finds one, perfectly chilled just for you. 

he returns, finding you taking deep breaths while humming to yourself softly. it’s rhythmic, though a song he’s never heard before. it’s the song your dad hummed to you when you had the same attacks as a child, he’d hold you, placing a cold washcloth on the back of your neck as he hummed, telling you to rub at the inside of your palms softly to the rhythm. it was an old trick his own mother had done for him when he was a child, and it worked like a charm for you most of the time. 

jj returns with the water, moving slower when he approached you, “i got your water, baby,” he speaks softly, his voice tender yet still slightly panicked. “can i get you anything else? do you want a hug or-”

“can you get me a washcloth, please?” 

he nods and immediately moves toward the bathroom. 

“wet it with cold water,” you call out to him, just loud enough for him to hear it. 

jj follows the instructions, wringing it out in the sink before bringing it back to you. he sits on the floor next to you, mimicking your pose as he watches you intently. 

you take a sip from the bottle before you drop your forehead to rest on the tops of your knees, the washcloth resting on the back of your neck. you continue taking deep breaths as you hum the tune once more, drawing shapes and massaging the insides of your palms. 

after a few minutes, your breathing returns back to normal, your heart rate dropping back to an acceptable rate again. once you feel alright, you turn to look at jj, his concerned blue eyes tugging at your heart. 

“are you okay? did i do something? i’m so sorry-”

“it was a panic attack,” your voice is soft, filled with shame as your gaze flutters between his eyes and his necklace. “i get them a lot. sorry you had to deal with that.” 

“no, no don’t be sorry,” he places a ringed hand on your shoulder, “that wasn’t your fault, baby, don’t be ashamed of that. i’m just glad i could help you. i know what to do for next time, don’t even worry about it, okay? i was just really worried about you.” 

“i know, i’m okay now though,” you nod, your heart warming at his words, “thanks for taking care of me.” 

“of course, y/n,” he scoots closer to you, letting you rest your head against his shoulder, “you’re my girl, i’ll always be here to take care of you, babe.” 

you smile, though he can't see it, “i love you, jj.” 

“i love you, y/n,” he repeats, placing a tender kiss to the top of your head. “anything else i can do for you?”

“i could use a nap,” you huff softly, “that took a lot out of me.” 

“yea, i’m sure it did,” he affirms, “let’s go take a nap then.” 

jj helps you up from the floor, an arm slung over your shoulders as you both make your way down the hallway and into the bedroom. he pulls back the covers for you, turns the fan on, and the lights off. he even brings your water that you forgot to grab from the living room and places it on your nightstand. 

jj slides into the bed beside you, allowing you to get comfortable on his chest as he lies on his back. he rubs a hand on your back, humming the tune you sung earlier softly, putting you right to sleep. he silently prays that you’ll rest as much as you deserve, and that for as long as you’ll have him, he’ll be able to help you more than he could today. he also vows to never be the reason you feel like that again if he can help it. 

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hvnlygrl 2025 ©️

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[mrs-bluemarine]

Hey, so remember that cyber bullying is lame as fuck and we don't like people who do that? *edited with more information

*Second edit to this post. Rot uses she/it pronouns. I know this now, but during making this post I was unaware, so below the cut I referred to her with they/them, before correcting myself in my first edit. I do apologize for misgendering her, as that was not my intention. I hope you can understand, thank you for reading

Content warning for talk of bullying, body shaming, threats of harm, joking about sexual trauma, and like, manipulation?

So the tl;dr is there's a person who I've been recently warned about that's rejoined the selfship community. They've hurt two people I know personally and care deeply for. I'm making this post because they don't wish for the attention to be on them, which I completely understand

I don't have any personal connection to this person, however I value the words of these two people (who I will call Mutual-A and Mutual-B) and I only wish for their safety and comfort. I do not want any harm or rude things sent to this blog, simply block and move on

Reblogs would be appreciated, and I ask for people to at least skim over what I talk about under the read more. I don't feel comfortable knowing that my other mutuals interact with a person who's harmed people that I care for

^ their new user name, since I don't want to type here and accidentally find this places where it shouldn't be. I do believe they had a different selfship blog here, that has since disappeared, I think they deleted it, since I had the original blocked and this one wasn't.

Now like mentioned previously, I have no ties to this person and the only "interaction" I've had with them was seeing the incredibly rude and disgusting things they've said about Mutual-A. As a nonsharer myself and someone who fights with my mental issues, I don't think shaming someone's body and outright wishing physical violence on people who share your comfort characters is a sane or normal thing to do. If these screenshots look familiar it's because they've been taken from a post about this person in the past, when this was originally happening

Again, talk of body shaming and wishes of harm (which no matter how silly is still a threat)

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As for this second person, Mutual-B, what they've been through with them was some time ago. While Mutual-B wasn't a victim of harassment to as big of scale as Mutual-A, I still think their feelings on the matter are important to highlight. I don't have screenshots of these ordeals in particular, only word of mouth, but I trust this person deeply, and never before have they tried to bad mouth anyone without reason. On multiple occasions with this person Mutual-B has told me they threatened to call out B as a p.ro.shipper, something THEY ARE NOT, simply for reblogging or interacting with posts with tags they didn't already have filtered out. I've know B for a while now and I can tell you that it's simply not true

Warning for jokes of sexual trauma/SA and manipulation

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That's all. Once again reminding to NOT attack this person, just block and move on. For a community built on self love and comfort I don't find any of this shit to be acceptable to have in it

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EDIT, because apparently we're not done here.

Since making this post, this person (will be referring to them/her as Rot) has since made a post addressing the situation. I'm also adding on more screenshots found by myself and others (apologize for the quality of some, as they're taken from my computer due to the picture limit) Going to go ahead and add another content warning for talk of SA/a character who has committed it, will add more warnings if needed

First thing Rot talks about in her post is how her interaction with Moot-A was a year and a half ago, which isn't true, right now it's been barely over a year and two months ago. I feel like this is a way to try to paint us badly by "Bringing up stuff from way back in the past", I understand a few months difference isn't much, this is a tiny nitpick I'm sure but it still didn't settle right with me. I can also understand if this was just plain misremembering.

Second point, as for the warning above, Rot makes it clear that she ships herself with a canonical rapist, J.immy from the game Mouthwashing. The fact he assaulted his coworker is incredibly important to the story of the game, there is no denying it or any chance that this could be some gross misinterpretation. Not that Rot tries to deny this. She understands who Jimmy is. She just choices to ignore it.

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And I find that really fucking disturbing. Considering how she assures people she doesn't condone his actions and how she says she takes SA seriously, then why the fuck would you even ship with him in the first place? Would also like to point out that if you do choose to ignore the worst flaw of his character... there's still so much more to him that's simply bad. But that's irrelevant/personal opinion. J.immy is a well written character and villain, I can agree, however he is a man who should not be touched with a ten foot pole

Considering a lot of her harassment towards A was about how bad A was for "mischaracterizing" a shared F/o and how A diverged from canon, and how much she disliked A for it, I find it very hypocritical for her to ignore J.immy's biggest flaw. The fact she doesn't mention his actions in game isn't something I didn't notice either, whether that's intentional or not I'm not sure, but it still feels gross

She and others also mention the character K.enjaku. However, I have not watched/read J.J.K. so I have no comment on that.

My final note on this is simply. I don't care if you ship with villains, I myself have multiple characters that are villains or bad people that I hold dearly. (this is a reason why i'm hesitant to talk about this in particular) however. There's just some things and characters you shouldn't fucking touch.

The last thing I will add to this edit is her stance on pro.shipp.ing. She's reprimanded past friends for reblogging posts from pro.shippers, she's threatened to call them out as pro.ship for it. She also pointblank puts on her blog that she doesn't want that part of the community to interact with her. Except she still continues to reblog posts with the pro tags. People make mistakes, but the fact she's scolded and threatened people for doing the same while these posts get to stay on her blog upsets me

**I've also been given screenshots of dark content she's reblogged. Now I do agree with the statement that dabbling in darker themes with ships is fine (there's some big scary ""n*ance"" in that comment). I won't shame someone for enjoying fucking idk kidnapping or unhealthy relationship dynamics. Again, I don't think I'm the right person to play holier than thou on a high horse, but I feel it's worth mentioning since someone went as far as to send me those screenshots.

Warning for allusions to SA in the 3rd/nonfiltered post

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^^ last screenshot is added simply because nonsharervents has a "bad rep" because OP is neutral to/allows pro.shippers to interact

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[red-garden]

Qijiu but on a mission Peak Lord Shen accidentally breathed in a falling inlove gas and passes out. He wakes up in Qian Cao very well rested, and the first person he sees is Yue Qingyuan.

Immediately MQF informs him that what he was poisoned with was a falling inlove spell, but he doesn't feel any different after looking at Yue Qingyuan. Does that mean he was already inlove with YQY? Well, it would be suspicious if he didn't act any different because then they'd know he was already gay for the sect leader.

Therefore SQQ starts acting like he's inlove with YQY. Following him back to Qiong Ding Peak, gently massaging him when he's stressed, flirting with him, sleeping in the same bed as him, getting jealous when anyone else shows interest in YQY and calling him pet names.

"Yue-Baobei, is already spoken for!" He said to Shang Qinghua when he went in to hand YQY some papers, because despite the fact he has to act like he's inlove with YQY he isn't calling him Qi-ge.

Eventually MQF calls SQQ into his office, and SQQ goes because this might be the cure to that love spell and he won't have to continue acting inlove anymore!!

He walks in and MQF nervously informs him that they misidentified the flower, and in reality the gas he breathed in was just a sleeping aide with no side effects.

SQQs heart falls all the way down to his ass, because for a whole week he was declaring his love for YQY loudly and proudly to everyone. Only to find out he wasn't under a love spell and that was all him??

So obviously now he has to threaten MQF to stay silent, and ensure YQY never picks up a book about different types of plants.

Orr instead of that, he wonders how YQY would act if instead he lies to him that he took the cure for the plant(because it's true he really didn't take it he didn't need it).

YQY had been rejecting all his advances throughout the week, stating the reason behind his rejection was that they were not SQQs real feelings.

So when they're going to bed for the night SQQ tells him that he took the cure and tells him that he's still inlove with YQY.

Anyways papapa ensues and probably a pregnancy.

And then the next morning SQQ tells him he lied abt taking the cure and leaves without elaborating on the fact he was never poisoned to begin with.

(Side note; I wrote this at 11pm and it isn't proofread so forgive any mistakes)

Sending up prayers for our poor pussy whipped Qi-ge. He’s going to need them

After this I can so see YQY pouring over the plant books to find the cure for the damn thing and seeing that the plant wasn’t right after talking w some qian cao disciples. By the time he figures it out, Shen Jiu announces that he’s pregnant and Yue Qingyuan has to lovelessly marry him or else. YQY brings SJ to MQF so check on the health of the child- while SJ is pregnant, the thing is barely a clump of cells and there’s plenty of time to abort it, but SJ lies in front of god and everyone “no, I will die. The abortion would be too dangerous. I’m too far along. You have no choice and you must support me through my pregnancy and marry me.”

The twist is that he’s not pregnant. SJ found a different plant that results in false positives, thinking that YQY would finally put his foot down and tell SJ to fuck off because being forced into marriage and fatherhood is obviously too much for any sane person to agree to with SJ. But now the wedding is being planned and soon he’ll need to start stuffing pillows under his robe. How is he going to fake a birth???

Conveniently, someone just Mosesed a baby in the Luo River

[mochinomnoms]

Yuu asking Jade what he wants for his birthday present and he just brushes it off as if hes happy with anything they give him but on his mind he's like: "you. I want you."

He's such a freak 😞

A freak in the sheets and a freak in the streets. He's just a freak in general you look at that man and tell me he's sane.

Worse part for Yuu in PTM is that if they complain to anyone, they're just like "...yeah, and?"

Deuce is sympathetic, but similar to Ace, he's not sure what else you'd expect. The raunchy thoughts are perhaps a ("gross" according to Ace) surprise, but it's one of the Leech twins. They're bound to have some weird thoughts floating in their heads.

Riddle doesn't want to hear it, neither do the others. Malleus is always willing to give you an ear, but even he isn't sure what words of advice to give Yuu. Well, that's not necessarily true, his advice is to tell Jade it's bothering them and to ask him to stop.

Yuu doesn't want to do that (and comes up with a million excuses as to why), so instead they just stare wearily at Jade with his stupid smile as he imagines them tied up with a big, pretty bow.

"...You sure you don't have something in mind?"

You. "No, I'm quite looking forward to what you come up with. Do suprise me!"

[tallykale]

episode 19

as you can probably tell, i've thought a lot about what post-canon one would look like in my vision... i've said before that i have issues with straightforward fix-its, and i do genuinely love the tragic open-ended conclusion that the series has, but i... am not immune to playing with characters like dolls LOL

here's some writeups about where everyone is at mentally in these pictures. please please please PLEEEASE feel free to ask me more about this cuz i love talking about my beautiful mind palace

charlotte: somehow the most optimistic person in here, mostly out of necessity. when she died, she saw parker leading her out of a cave as her waiting room and was about to take his hand when airy respawned her, so she has a brief moment of bonding with bryce when he talks about the waiting room and seeing stella. with the knowledge that there is potentially a way to get out (bryce and liam being the proof) and the fear of rotting away again she is by far the most actively motivated to help liam figure out the computer. a lot of her days are spent talking to liam over the mic and writing out the code in the dirt so she can try to understand it. she still has to push against her natural misanthropy (and often shouts at liam or bryce for being fucking stupid and useless) but both working on the code and helping amelia give her something concrete to focus on outside herself. she wants to get home so she can make amends with her friends. charlotte is scared of dying! she's really genuinely horribly scared of dying and has awful vivid nightmares about rotting away. she often pushes amelia into talking about her life which causes some tension, but it's because she really hates seeing amelia lose herself like that - a metaphorical rotting away of the self.

subway seat & atom: not on the same level of pure existential depression as the batch 1 contestants, but they both feel the hopeless mood pretty harshly regardless. subway feels very lonely as the only hidden object still 'awake', and likes to carry whippy creamy around rather than just leave him sitting on the ground constantly. tray is too big and unwieldy for him to do that with, but he 'hangs out' with her anyway, talking to her and whippy creamy in the hopes that it'll get them to want to wake up again. atom doesn't talk much, but he still carries his piece of grass. he's definitely the person who's the least affected by the prospect of being stuck on the plane forever, since he… doesn't really perceive existence in the same way as everyone else? he's an atom. but his time in the competition definitely made him view everyone else as friends, and he feels even more powerless than usual in the face of this incomprehensibly difficult problem.

amelia: falls into total hopelessness when bryce rejoins, basically seeing it as the final sign that they're never going home. still calls everyone their competition names (she actually gets into a big fight with bryce about it lol). she gets really clingy and dependent on bryce when he first comes back but it crashes and burns pretty quickly when, during an argument, bryce tells her how much he wishes he could just go back and never have let liam in and forgot about everything… which really sucks for amelia to hear, given that she's part of that everything. after that, with bryce isolating himself, she's kind of reliant on charlotte to keep her going. she blames liam for airy dying and secretly kind of thinks he killed him but just isn't telling them… she also doesn't really believe there's any way of getting out and is just kind of waiting around to die of, like, old age i guess. after how long she's been here, amelia is convinced that she has nothing to even go back to and frequently forgets details about her life. regularly cries and hates being alone. the shift markings on the side of the water tub have changed from being a way to keep track of time and stay sane to a horrible reminder of how long they've been here and how much longer of an eternity they have before them.

bryce: hates himself and liam and airy and the plane and his entire stupid fucking life. bryce is really, really fucking pissed off at liam for losing the notes and letting texty die and every other mistake he's made, and isn't shy about telling him that. as well as being angry, he's also incredibly miserable, because he was finally starting to turn his life around (he quit drinking after the plane) and now it's all for nothing - and even worse, those 7 months he spent getting better were 7 months he did nothing to help the rest of them, especially amelia. he's horribly guilty about that, and that he didn't tell amelia about the fake votes before he was eliminated… but finds it easier to just let liam take the heat for that one at first. after he fights with amelia about it he becomes a bit of a hermit, hanging out by himself next to the plug, and never responds when liam tries to talk. contemplates suicide regularly but pretty much the only option is drowning himself, and the idea of that still scares him more than staying like this forever. would kill for a beer.

liam: tortured by horrible guilt every day over a million different things. these include getting bryce pulled back into this (plus delayed guilt over getting him for real killed), letting texty die and not saying anything about the charger, not telling amelia that everything was fake, knowing that charlotte is going to die if he doesn't get really smart really fast… he's frequently gripped by fits of rage where he almost smashes the computer and has to hobble around outside with the axe for a while to blow off steam. he has really bad nightmares and dissociative episodes, made worse by the isolation and spending hours in a dark cave. liam really wants to fix things with everyone but genuinely has no idea how to start that conversation. he assumes airy killed himself (and views it as an unforgiveably cowardly move) and directs a lot of resentment towards him. he has a lot of things he wants to say, especially to bryce, but the fact that he cant talk to anybody one on one makes things difficult. spends a lot of time just reading through the code, too afraid to actually make any changes in case everyone explodes, but talking it through with charlotte at least makes him feel like he's doing something. more than he would like to admit, liam catches himself staring at the plane as if it's a simulation or a livestream.

[trans-axolotl]

content note: this post talks about eugenics, incarceration and institutionalization, and violent ableism

tangent from that post because i didn't want to start writing an essay on someone else's post and this is about a conversation i had irl this month, not intended as a reply to that post. but i actually feel very complicated about the idea of whether or not we should be pushing for more "accessibility" in jails and prisons and psych wards and institutions. i put that word in quotes because i don't think there is ever a way that being incarcerated is actually accessible to our bodies and minds; it is a disabling experience on so many levels. i'm not going to list out all the reasons why on this post; i've made so many posts talking explicitly about the harms of institutionalization before and i don't want to do that again right now. Talila Lewis has given several interviews about ableism, incarceration, and disability that are really worth reading and go more in depth into what that violence looks like. Liat Ben Moshe has also given another interview about disability and incarceration that goes over many of the same topics. given that these places are intense sites of violence towards disabled people, it feels difficult for me to claim that they could ever truly be accessible in any meaningful sense of the word.

what's also true right now is that institutions and prisons are incredibly inaccessible for physically disabled people in particular. i've been arrested with a wheelchair, i've been institutionalized with a feeding tube on top of that as well, i've been held on medical floors for psych treatment before, and i know very well exactly how bad it is. i've watched myself and so many other physically disabled people almost die in these places because of sheer neglect. i have physically disabled neighbors who were killed in these places. it is so dangerous for physically disabled people who are locked up in these places, yet at the same time, often psych wards are so inaccessible that physically disabled people just can't even be admitted because wards refuse to take people with mobility aids, medical devices, specific types of medication or care needs, if you have some kinds of terminal illness, and on and on and on.

what's also true is that when these places are so inaccessible that many physically disabled people are excluded and unable to even access them in the first place, it doesn't mean that we then somehow access other types of care instead. it just means that we're also discarded and left to die. this also is a really similar dynamic for a ton of other marginalized groups that get excluded from psych care--many of my comrades who are people of color have also experienced this same type of denial of care. initially i think that can seem like a confusing contradiction--how is it that psych wards are locking up some people up against their will but refusing to take in other people? but when you start thinking about the underlying logic at the core of these systems, it makes sense.

psych wards operate under this idea that madness must be cured by any means possible, up to and including eradication. institutions are a way of disappearing madness from the world--hiding us away so that we don't disturb a sane society, and not letting us free again until we either die in there or are able to appear like we've sufficiently eradicated madness from our mind. preventing physically disabled people from accessing inpatient treatment is operating under the same assumptions--except that this particularly violent convergence of ableism is happy to just let us die, both because it eradicates madness from the world and because they view our lives as unworthy of living in the first place. eugenics is still alive and well in the united states and it's still fucking killing us; both inside institutions and outside of them.

i would never tell someone that they're privileged for getting institutionalized--i think that would be a cruel thing to say to someone who has just survived a lot of violent ableism. and at the same time, our current systems of mental health care are set up in a way where not being able to access inpatient care can be a deadly logistical nightmare. there are some partial hospitalization programs that have such a long waiting list that you can only really get in if you just got an urgent referral because you're getting discharged from inpatient care--how the fuck are physically disabled people supposed to access those programs? if you need meal support for your eating disorder 6 times a day and the only places that offer that are residential treatment in a house with stairs, what the fuck are you supposed to do? if noncarceral outpatient forms of treatment like therapy, support groups, PHP programs, peer support funding, etc etc etc are often prioritizing people who have recently been discharged from inpatient care, how are you supposed to access any type of mental health care at all? (to be clear i know that not all forms of outpatient care operate in this way, but a lot of state run/low cost programs that accept Medicaid/Medicare operate in that way, and i've seen it cause enough barriers that i know this is a very real problem.)

so when i think about what it would take to actually ensure that physically disabled people can access mental healthcare, there's a lot that comes up for me. on one hand, so much of my work is about tearing down institutions and ensuring that no one is forced into these places to face that type of violence. on the other hand, so many physically disabled people need care right now, and we have to figure out some way of making that happen given the current systems we have in place. i will never be okay with just discarding physically disabled people as collateral damage, and any world that we're building needs to be one that embraces disability from the beginning.

i keep thinking about the concept of non-reformist reforms that gets talked about a lot in the prison abolition movement. the idea behind non-reformist reforms is that usually, reforms work to reinforce the status quo. they're usually talked about in liberal language of "improvement" and "human rights", but when it comes down to it, they're still giving more power to harmful institutions and reinforcing state power. an example of a reformist reform is building a new jail that is bigger and has "nicer" services. or when the cops in my city tried to get funding for more wheelchair accessible cop vans. these are reformist reforms because when it comes down to it, it's still giving more money and legitimacy to the prison system and increasing the capacity to keep people locked up--even when people talk about it using language about welfare for prisoners, that's not actually what's happening. having more wheelchair accessible cop vans would be dangerous for the disabled people in my city--it's helped us out a LOT that it's so difficult for the cops to arrest multiple wheelchair users at once.

non-reformist reforms are the opposite of that--they're reforms that work to dismantle systems, redistribute power, and set the stage for more even more dramatic transformations. They're sort of an answer to the question of "what do we do right now if we can't go out and burn down all the prisons overnight?" Examples of a nonreformist reform are defunding prisons, getting rid of paid administrative leave for cops, shutting down old prisons and not building new ones, etc. they're steps we can take right now that don't fully abolish prisons, but still work to dismantle them, rather than making it easier for the system to keep going.

so, when we apply this to the psych system, what are some nonreformist reforms that could help make sure that all disabled people are having their needs met right now? Some ideas I'm having include fixing the problem of PHP/outpatient care requiring referrals from inpatient, increasing the amount of Medicaid/Medicare funding for outpatient mental health care, building physically accessible peer respites that allow caregivers to stay with you if needed, increasing SSI/SSDI to an actually liveable rate, creating more disability specific mental health resources, support groups, care webs, and a million other things we'd probably need to actually get our needs met. non-reformist reforms for people in psych wards right now might look like ensuring everyone has 24/7 access to phones and internet, ensuring that disabled people have access to mobility aids in these spaces, making sure that there's accessible nutrition for people with dietary restrictions and/or feeding tubes, and more.

when i see people saying that we need to ensure that psych wards or prisons are made accessible it makes me feel nervous. i worry that the changes required to do that wouldn't actually provide care to disabled people, i worry it would just make it easier for increasing numbers of disabled people to get locked up and harmed all while people claimed it was a success story of "inclusion." i worry that it would just continue to cement carceral treatment as the only option for existing as a disabled person, and that it would make it harder for us to live in our communities, with the services and adaptations we need. when i think about abolition, i'm always thinking about what can we do right now, what do disabled people who are incarcerated and institutionalized need right now, what can we do right now to ensure that everyone is surviving and getting their needs met. i'm not willing to ignore or discard my incarcerated disabled comrades in the moment because of my dreams for an abolitionist future, i'm always going to support our organizing in these places as we try to survive them.

overall i guess what i'm saying is that i think making inpatient psych care accessible would require dismantling and fundamentally destroying the whole system. I can't imagine a way of doing that within the current system that wouldn't just continue to harm disabled people. and that as a psych abolitionist i think that means we have a responsibility to each other right now to fight for that, to understand that physically disabled people not being able to access mental health care is an incredibly urgent need. I refuse to treat my MadDisabled comrades as disposable: our lives are valuable and worth fighting for.

i'm also going to link to the HEARD organization on this post. They're one of the few abolitionist organizations that does direct advocacy and support for deaf and disabled people in prisons. if you or one of your disabled community members ever gets incarcerated in jail/prison, they have a lot of resources. donate to support their work if you can.

[thesnakelord]

I thought of a hilarious idea for an Au while I was fist fighting a paragraph for UDaIO

so we know one of the side effects of bills possession is eye bleeding, but what if it was worse? like the constant damage to the veins and nerves are too much for Ford's body to repair and his eye starts to necrose and die. So instead of doing the sane thing and going to the hospital, he pulls out his eye and shoves that thing in a jar to deal with later.

You know, like any normal person would.

Anyhow, this unfortunately rapidly increases the speed of his mental breakdown. he can't look in the mirror without seeing yellow taunting him, bill keeps telling him how they match even more now that they're both one eyed freaks, and his field of vision has been cut in half so he can't tell if anything is coming from that side.

by the time he gets around to sending the postcard, Ford's about 78% more twitchy than he is in canon. mans is sat in a corner, crossbow in hand, head turned so his remaining eye can see everything and his blind side is protected. bills still told him that he sending someone to steal his eyes and now he's watching the door like it'll attack him at any second.

So when Stan shows up and knocks on the door any trigger discipline Ford had, has long since been violently defenestrated. As such the moment he opens the door, he shoots his brother in the eye.

The both of them stand there processing this for a beat, before the screaming starts. Stan because he has an ARROW in his EYEBALL, Ford because he is responsible for the aforementioned Eye Arrow. Fun times for all! Stan then passes out from shock/pressure on his brain and is dragged inside so his brother can practice his non-existent medical degree. Ford is, of course, freaking the hell out. This wasn't part of his plan, none of this was part of the plan!

The first thing he does is call Fiddleford, and is sent to voicemail, as Fidds is off doing cult shit. He tries this a few times, leaving increasingly panicked and pleading voicemails. The second thing he does is decide he has to deal with this himself, because he can't call an ambulance, bill could have gotten to anyone there.

So, let me paint the scene Stanley Pines gets the pleasure of waking up to. He's laying down on the floor of what he thinks is his brother's house, in a lot of pain and unable to see out of one of his eyes, and is treated to the sight (ha) of said brother standing over him with an eyeball shish kabob in his grasp.

Who is also missing an eye.

He comes to some conclusions that, while understandable, are wholly incorrect. This is when the screaming starts back up.

[tessenpai]

Kono Oto Tomare! Chapter 141 Scans and Rough TL

Disclaimer: Please DO NOT use this translation to make your own TL of the chapter!! The KOT TL group works very hard to give you the most accurate translation, that does as much justice to the original script as possible. This is a ROUGH translation. That means is faulty and there must be mistakes in certain places. This is just for impatient people like myself to get a grasp on what is going on in the chapter! You can REFERENCE my TL if you want to discuss the chapter but never USE it as it was your own.

Scans: Kono Oto Tomare! Chapter 141 – Rawkuma

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Side text: The nine pillars become a single flower.

Chapter title: #141 Performance End

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Side text: The paths we walked come together as one—!

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[Memory]: I would be for the best if Tokise's performance was nothing noteworthy.

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Akira-sensei: Everyone! Good job!!

Sane: Akira-sensei!

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Akira-sensei: Your performance was truly the best!

Everyone: Yeah-

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Everyone: We think so too!!

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Hiro: Ughh It was so much fuuun.

Atsumu: I wanted to stay on the stage forever

Kota: To think you were so pale during rehearsal, Yoshirin!!

Sane: And you, Momoya--!! What was that fill-in!?

Mittsu: Yeah, that!!

Sane: I almost burst out crying!!

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Hiro: That was what Hozuki-chan did in Ryuusegun, right?

Satowa: Yes, that surprised me.

Takezou: Thank you for including our "original sound" that way.

Mittsu: "From the 9th sound comes--" that's so like you.

Kota: Riight <3 It's love, isn't it--<3

Chika: You really do love us, huh!

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Natsu: That might be true.

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Sane: Eh...? Wai..?

Chika: Eh?

Kota: Oh, no. What was that? That kid just showed us a whole new side...

Mittsu: Did he just seduce us...? What's this fluttering in my chest..?

Isaki: Oh maaan--- My face is a mess from crying.

Chika's dad: Clap clap clap clap

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Chika's dad: Clap clap clap clap

Isaki: Brother...

Chika's dad: Ah-

Isaki: Chika... Sure has grown up, hasn't he?

Chika's dad: There are so many things...

Chika's dad: So many things that I've overlooked.

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Isaki: From now on, don't overlook them

Isaki: I'm sure Chika will continue growing from here on.

Natsu's mom: --Excuse me...

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Natsu's mom: Sorry to bother you.

Natsu's mom: The "Natsu" that is written in that fan... Could it perhaps be referring to Momoya Natsu...?

Natsu's mom: I'm sorry if I'm mistaken.

Tetsuki: Ah, no... You're right.

Natsu's mom: Really!?

Natsu's mom: Ah, I'm Natsu's mother.

Tetsuki: You don't say.

Natsu's mom: Did you come all the way to Hokkaido to cheer for him?

Tetsuki: Some...thing like that.

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Natsu's mom: I'm so happy! I had no idea that child had such wonderful friends.

Natsu's mom: He never tells me anything.

Natsu's mom: Thank you so much.

Tetsuki: Not at all...

Sei[thoughts]: Too complicated...

Chika[memory]: Everything you don't understand right now, I'll let you know what those things are.

Sei [thoughts]: Chika and Natsu looked like they were having so much fun.

Sei [thoughs]: I was jealous

Sei [thoughts]: I wanted to be there with them too.

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Sei [thoughts]: ---But

Chika [memory]: Never come back to a place like this.

Sei: Me too...

Sei [thoughts]: It made me happy to see the two of you so happy.

Sei: I'm glad Natsu was there for me, too.

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Akari: Aaaaahh. Damn it. Daaamn iiiiitt---

Akari: Tokise was amazing---... I'm totally blown away.

Haru: Yes, yes.

Sentarou: As expected from our rivals.

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Akari: Amaing... Amazing but...

Akari: It's frustrating.

Sentarou: ...Yeah.

Akari's friends: Your performance was also the best, Akari!!

Akari: Stop, you're making me cry...

Tsutsumin: I really didn't expect that... Was Tokise this good...?

Asano: Truly...

Tsutsumin: Is just like Kiryuu said... They're completely different from how they were at the Japanese Music Festival.

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Ousuke: Sorry, I'm gonna go outside to take some air for a bit.

Miran: Luka--

Miran: you once said that Tokise's sound was "Mutual love".

Miran: Now I understand what you meant.

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Luka: ---Yeah.

Luka: But our performance today was just as good

Tomoe's friend: Tomoe...

Tomoe [memory]: I don't know what sorta trickery they used to get past the preliminaries, but the performance of some slick who's quick to use violence won't reach the audience here at Nationals.

Tomoe [memory]: A performance is like a mirror to their soul!

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Sign: Unpacking - Packing Room.

Event assistant: Now then, please place your instruments here for the time being. We will be taking your picture at the entrance

Sane: A photo shoot...?

Takezou: Yeah, it's a commemorative photo for each school.

Kota: Ohh, I didn't know they did that.

Hiro: Suzuka-chan mentioned it the other day, remember?

Photographer: Please line up over here--!

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Sane: Takezou-senpai, you should be at the center!

Takezou: Eh- it's fine, I'll stand at the edge.

Kota: What are you saying, prez-!

Satowa: You're the vice president, so you should stand beside him, Hiro-senpai.

Hiro [thoughts]: Hozuki-chan---

Photographer: Okay, everyone! Get ready to give me your biggest smiles!!

Mittsu: Our biggest smiles!!

Kota: Okay, okay!! Then, Suzu-chan!! Give us a quick comment about today's performance!!

Suzuka: Huh?

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Chika: Right! We haven't heard wether it was good or bad yet!

Sane: Though of course it's gotta be good.

Mittsu: So bring out our biggest smiles!

Mittsu: So excited

Kota: Praise us

Chika: Shower us with compliments.

Atsumi: Praise us.

Photographer: Are you ready? I'll take the picture on the count of three!

Suzuka: Ah, Yeah...

Suzuka: ---I'm glad.

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Photographer: Three

Sign: Kanagawa Prefecture - Kanagawa Prefectural Tokise High School.

Suzuka: I'm glad I wrote "Harmony".

Photographer: Two.

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Suzuka: Thank you.

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Photographer: One

Hiro: Suzuka-chan, you can't do thaaat---

Kota: I can't smile--

Suzuka: Haha What horrible faces

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Narration: And so, after two days, and the performances of fifty-two schools, it came to an end.

Side text: Played to the very last sound---

[inlovewhithafairytale]

Of Coffees and Flowers

Now we're kissing under the stars Chapter 3

Even if smaller than other lights in the city I wanted a guiding light that I could find no matter what

Summary: Jason falls for a cute girl who owns a flower Cafe, and stuff happens. (As you all can see, I'm not good with summaries)

Lots of Fluff, First Meetings, Jason Being a dork, Bookworm Jason, First Kiss, Fem Reader, batfam being chaotic

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

In Jason's humble opinion, Gotham City had never looked more gorgeous than now. But that didn't compare to its beauty when reflected in your eyes. Maybe this night felt like this because you were leaning beside him in your balcony railing. Yeah, perhaps it was that. But Jason felt utterly contempt of his life at the moment.

The faraway sirens in the city and the light contrasted on the deep black of the sky where the bat signal shone gave Gotham its own sort of beauty hard to find anywhere else, the feeling that the city was more alive at night than by day.

"Ya know...maybe you were right about Gotham having its allurement to it," Jason said, breaking the serene silence between the two of you.

You smiled to yourself as you looked sideways at him "I know I was...maybe hot vigilantes running around at night helps with the romantic aura too, though I can't say they're all pretty sane"

Jason, used by now to your out-of-context comments, just smiled slightly shaking his head. But He did stay staring at you, the way the soft breeze was blowing through your hair. He only had eyes for you. There could be explosions going off, and he wouldn't notice because you were there. Looking exquisite without an inch of makeup on, in loose joggers and a shirt too big for you. Hell, even the Joker could show up, and he wouldn't want to look away. How could he? You were a work of art of the most expensive kind; no flaws were visible in his eyes, just things that made you more special and alluring to him. Maybe he was in what people called love. Like he could die for you and then thank you for giving him the honor to. Like he'd let you tear his heart out, and he'd still look at you like you put the stars in the sky. He had wondered if he was ill when he came to think of it, but to him, you were the most precious thing in the world.

Pity you didn't know that.

"Go out with me" he burst out of nowhere making you startle slightly and turn away from the city and to him, a pleasant look of surpriseprised on your face. "go out with me, I'll take you out for dinner, there's a nice place I know and...and I'd really liked it if you came. If you want to, of course; if not, don't!" he added hastily the last part.

"Okay then, yes..I'd like to go out with you." You tell him now, holding back a huge grin threatening to surface.

Fireworks were exploding in his head, He felt like kissing you. he didn't though.

"Friday night good for you?"

"eh noo, I'm going out with my girlfriends, Saturday night?"

"Works for me. 6:00p.m.?"

"On the dot"

He grinned inside. "I pick you up on my bike?"

"I've never ridden a bike before"

"would you like to try or...I can just pick you up with my car"

"no no, Bike's cool...don't complain if I yell though," you say with a grin

"I'll try not to" Jason grinned back...and as far as he was concerned by all the books he had read, he was now supposed to leave before making things awkward for either of them. It was earlier than he usually would go but he started to pull his helmet on.

"Jay" Your voice cut him out and he blushed crimson as he saw you lean in and press a quick kiss to his cheek "Have a good night"

Jason could only nod as he hastly pushed his helmet on and grappled away. Once he landed in a building out of view from yours he fist bumped the hair and grinned so wide his cheeks hurt under the helmet.

Life was sweet!

On Saturday night he took you out as promised to a nice place wich you loved once inside it, he aleady knew you'd like it, it just screamed you. Dinner had been nice, you had looked nice, he had put attention to what he was wearing and made sure his hair wasent too messy. After he took you for a spin in his bike, mindful not to go too fast, and eventually your death grip around his middle lessened and you had fun in it.

But sadly, good things come to an end, and so it was that he walked you up to your building's entrance.

"I had fun tonight," you tell him smiling up at him

"Me too," Jason said honestly, his hands in his jacket pockets, which he had offered, but you declined because you had taken your own. No cliche moves allowed. "Would...would you like to do it again some other day?" he ventured to ask, nervousness boubling in his chest.

"sure thing, and come over tomorrow, I'm making cinnamon rolls"

"My weakness," Jason said dramatically.

You laughed "Goodnight Jason"

"Hey! Just like that? Not even a goodnight kiss?" he teased with a cheeky smirk.

"On the first date? Outrageous," you teased back. "Maybe on the fifth...and even then I'd have to think it over... we're going old fashioned style."

Jason sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "well then... may I kiss your hand?" He asked in his best Polish voice as he bowed and held his hand out.

You obliged graciously and he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. His eyes not leaving yours, a moment passed. You just stared into those beautiful green eyes which you would love to jump in, those gorgeous lips warming your chilly hand and-

"good night, doll," he murmured against your hand, and you smiled as he straightened up once again.

He watched you go into your apartment. He wouldn't mind waiting for you. Not at all. Good gracious...he'd wait for you till the day he'd see you walking down an aisle toward him in a white veil and dress if necessary.

With that settled, he zoomed out into the night.

Dates with you became a frequent once a week thing, accompanied with all the other days he went by your house, which he deemed aproppiate to make a bit less frequent and lenghty. He really didn't want to mess this up. For either of you.

But as cautious and closed off as he may be...His family was one made of detectives. They could tell how his mood was light, the way he wasn't looking to yell at everyone. how he would just drift off and smile at his phone or just have a little lift in the corner of his lips.

They knew something was truly up when Tim and Steph pranked him by putting sparkles and little bows to ALL his helmets, to which he merely shook his head and then muttered, "She'll laugh at this," with a smile...A SMILE! when in any other case he would have been raging mad.

They knew something was up. So they consulted the brain, a.k.a. Barbara. She had already deduced something had been up by how he had been informing her when he wouldn't be patrolling certain days or when he turned off his location at precisely the same time almost every night.

Bruce had been informed of this and he marely smiled to himself and shrugged as if knowing something they didn't and then left the cave.

That made the others even more curious, so they made Cass fallow him and report back. She came with the address of your building and Damian, who had been searching Jason's apartment, reported back many purchases in the same cafe for over 5 months. Tim hacked the security cameras to see that Jason went in and left late into the day, sometimes accompanied by a certain pretty girl. They deduced that maybe Jason...jason had a-a girlfriend?

"Todd? being emotionally open? That's like Drake stopping to be stupid" Scoffed Damian out.

"Moving on from that Demon..."

"I say we go ask her" Stephanie cut in.

"And have Jason break every bone in my body? hard pass" Tim huffs.

" we can send Cass as a distraction"

Cass shrugged slightly "but why do you want to barge in? Jason is clearly keeping her away from us"

"We need to secure she isnt a spy paid to seduce Todd into her silken sheets of treachery" Damian says darkly and every head turned to him.

"How come youre the darkest thing in this cave?" Dick asks.

"Not everyone is your mom, Damian," Tim says, rolling his eyes.

After a long fight, mainly Tim and Damian, they decided to do it the fallowing night.

You had just had a nice long shower and had changed into comfy pj's and were getting a drink of water before bed when 4 imposing figures made their presence known just as you were taking a drink, making you yelp and choke and your glass fall to the floor, shattering.

"i told you we should have knoked!" a man you could recognize as...nightwing? said.

"It would have ruined the element of surprise Grayson" saud a smaller figure wich you could make out to be Robin.

"oh look you scared her" said a female voice and saw Spoiler.

"i told all of you she was just a normal civilian! even her history is clean!" Red Robin spoke up.

your history?

"Ok what the hell is going on! how did you all get in here?!" you squeak out not moving because of the shradds of glass in the floor you were scared to step on.

"Those locks? Oh it was easy. Jason may have put them on, but we have experience with them. But don't worry, they're hard for criminals to break into," said Spoiler, and by her cheery voice you knew she wasn't trouble, which worried you more was the kid who was glaring at you as if you had killed a puppy.

"sorry for breaking and entering but we just wanted to meet you, Jason hasent said much about you" Nightwing says with an apologetic smile...oh yeah he was cute.

"more like nothing" said Red Robin. he didnt look too bad.

"What are your plans with Todd, Speak now before-"

"Nothing! I'm just a barista!"

"a convinving story, no wonder Todd would have fallen for it...you and your-"

"Robin stop" came a voice from the balcony and you cranned your neck to see Jason walking in, his face was hidden by the helmet but even the voice modifier didnt mask he was angry.

"What are you doing here?! we sent Cass to keep you away!" Red Robin exclaimed pointing a finger accusatorily to him.

"Cass told me what you were planning to do. seriously Nightwing"

"We just wanted to know who was taking all your time! come on little-" Nightwing defended only to be cut off by Jason.

"Get out."

Spoiler scurried out of the balcony, and Red Robin fallowed suit, knowing better than to confront Jason when he was in such a mood.

You shifted in your feet slightly wanting to move away too but unable too because of the glass shreds. jason notices this and steps over the glass to you, lifting you up and setting you on the ground away from the glass.

"why are you both still here" jason said coldily to nightwing and Robin.

"Todd she could be a-!"

"Get out of my sight demon spawn"

Robin left reclutantly.

"Jason-"

"That counts to you too dick"

Nightwing sighted and started to move to the balcony to leave too "Almost forgot though, Alfred says you're invited to Dinner with us on wendsday night" he said this time directed to you and then left...

Then you're left staring at jason. "care to explain?"

Jason pulled his helmet off to reveal his face and let out a huff which you found ridiculously cute. "Which part?" "uh…like..the whole freaking thing? A group of vigilantes just showed up in my living room Robin threatened me and accused me of being a spy!"

Jason winces slightly and then lets out a breath and nods to the couch gesturing for you to sit "I'll clean the glass in a moment but I guess I do owe an explanation don't I doll?" "You surely do." You watch him take a seat beside you, and you shift to face him, your nightcap on, looking absolutely adorable in his eyes.

"Well…I was raised in a crime alley, until one day I tried to steal the tires of the batmobile and Batman found me and took me in" "stealing the tires of the batmobile? You weren't a really bright kid were you?" "ha ha ha, keep teasing" Jason sarcastically said but with no heat behind his words "So yes, batman took me in-" "Just like that? Like… I'm gonna take this kid home and adopt him?" You asked in disbelief. "yeah. Well-" Jason started again. " Just like that?! How much money does the dude have?" "Lots, but we are straying from the point. I became the second Robin-" He continued. "The second robin? Like…after the one with the underpants?" Jason had to stifle a laugh "Yes…after the one with underpants, but I still had to wear short pants" "Well, it's better than wearing literal underwear! at first, it was cute cause he was a little boy…then it got weird…he does have a great butt though, people

were right on that"

Jason let out a snort of laughter and ran his gloved hands over his face in slight exasperation" Are you gonna let me talk ma?"

You lift your hands in surrender "Alright alright! I'll shut up"

"Why thank you, ma'am," Jason said slightly sarcastically which you returned with a mocking smile "As I was saying..when I turned 16 I was beaten to close death by the joker-shh don't interrupt- then blown to bits"

"OH MY GOWD....oh my freaking sun...what? Are you okay? Oh my God were you alr- wait of course not you were dead But how the hell did you- how are you here!"

Jason laughed, telling you about his past wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, your reactions were comical. "I got better"

"You got better? Jay, you were blown to bits!"

"I was resurrected by the Lazarus pit" By the clueless look on your expression he could tell you hadn't even heard of it "It's a magical underwater lagoon in the League of Assassins compound" You raised your eyebrows "Dont worry about it"

"cool then...thats cool you're alive," you said while moving your hand to his neck which made him blink startled and when you kept your hand there he gave you a deadpan look and pushed your hand away "Well you have a pulse! Which is very very good!"

"of course, I have a pulse, what did you think I was? The Walking Dead?"

"It brings peace to my mind!"

"Trust me ma, I'm alive. But moving on... I wasn't very well in the head" He continued giving you a well-humored eye-roll.

"that's expected" You cut in

"Oh shush. Well after 7 years passed-"

"wait how old were you when you died? 16?"

"yes. afte-"

You had shot out of your couch to stand up and gape at him "You're the Jason Todd! The dead son of Bruce Wayne! Wich..would make Bruce Wayne-"

"yes.." Jason said patiently now keeping a close look on you.

"and Dick Grayson would have been the first Robin...And Tim Drake the third..and Damian Wayne the-"

"shh yes yes, sit down, this isn't about them, it's about me, I died and came back remember?" Jason scoffed with a slight laugh and pulled you down to sit again...

"My whole reality just did a backflip...my grandma could be cat-woman for all I know!"

"if your Grannies name is Selina Kyle then no"

"That's reassuring...But...Bruce Wayne is so...stupid"

Jason laughed outright "Yes...but he is Batman. Now will you stay quiet and listen to me?"

"yes sir," you say mockingly.

Jason flicked your forehead gently "Brat...well 7 years I came back-no Bruce didn't know I was alive, no don't pity him- well I came back as Red Hood to get revenge on Bruce because he hadn't killed the Joker"

"yes yes! I remember, that was lowkey so freaking hot" You say seriously

"Thank you doll but I was also lowkey a killer?"

"MOVING ON"

Jason laughed amused but didn't tease her "Well me and Bruce are on speaking terms, I don't kill people and that whole group of people was I would say family... except Steph"

"Spoiler?" you ask confused.

"Yeah, she's a leech, refuses to let Bruce adopt her yet keeps his credit card," Jason said with a small smirk.

"I like her"

"Good to know"

"And the kid...well Damian, he is 13 years old and threatening me? Cute" you say good-naturedly as Jason shakes his head in mock horror.

"Not cute! not cute at all! he is the devil incarnated"

"Oh don't be too hard on him" You wave him off "I want to go to the family dinner"

"No, No way"

"I want to meet Alfred!"

"How do you know who Alfred is?" Jason asked frowning.

"I don't know, he was sweet enough to ask me for dinner, I wouldn't mind going...Pleeeeeease"

"Nope, no way. I'd have to share you" Jason said stubbornly shaking his head, eyes closed not to see your face.

You went with him anyway, and he made sure to make it known he wasent happy about it by abusing the others in whispering voice in your ear all through it. 10 minutes after dinner he was already hauling you off, saying you had work and needed to sleep. Bruce stopped him before he could leave.

"Keep her Jason...She's a good one" He told him quietly, and he had no idea how much it meant to Jason. He never would.

"I know old man... I know"

Maybe he would wait till she was in a white dress walking down the aisle...

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@jessamine-rose says : I wish you would write a fic where Reader ties up Blade shibari-style（╹◡╹）♡

Jessie my physical response to this is shinji chairing so hard I become a wholly separate meme entity. But as you wish ofc ofc. Wrote this for the blurb game.

warnings. ( BLADE x READER ) Shibari, yandere? Blade because this man is not normal, heavily implied sexual content but it's not as explicitly described ( are they having sex or are they not...schrodinger's sexcapade...???? ), reader and Blade are heavily implied to have a fucked up power imbalance, part 374858383 of me never writing blade and reader having a healthy relationship, reader is written with female pronouns and anatomy in mind.

There's a rasping sort of breath in Blade's chest when you touch him, vermillion burning into you with a quiet consideration as the last knot is tightened and you shift just a little on his lap. A small victory ( a lie ) for once, testing him as you stay as still as you could and watch the binds strain against his arms.

"Don't break them." You tell him quietly. You want to savour it, this rarity, the momentary dizziness and euphoria borne from your aching fingertips and the flush of your face. Blade let's out a petering breath, his lips brushing against your shoulder.

"Why?" He asks, prodding away at you.

"They're expensive, that's why. And you promised." You emphasize that work. Blade always kept his end of the deal. You're a little selfish for exploiting it, but you've been strung along enough times to want to rake yoyr nails against his scalp and make him hurt. "You never come visit me."

Blade grunts. "I'm busy."

"Too busy for me?" You mouth off, thumbs digging into his collar bone.

He shuts you up with a stern look. The heat in your gut grows ( you don't want to whimper ). "You're the one who keeps me here." You whisper, feeling your throat dry as a lump starts to grow. You will not cry. Not in front of him, even if your ribs ache and your lungs freeze over and hurt the way needles hurt. "It gets lonely, you know. You don't even like me talking to the delivery guys."

Blade stubbornly tucks the flickers of guilt away. There's a jarring emptiness there, and a hunger and something not quite sane. Human but not quite, ravenous and animalistuc and wild and awful, awful, awful. "Forget it." You hiss.

He lets you settle, the stiffness in your shoulders coming to relax as you focus on the lamp against the nightstand. He'd bought that for you a few weeks into moving in here, when you'd tell him about the dark and the shadows that seemed to stalk the walls. The day after, he handed this to you, fumbling his awkward hands against yours ( and you almost trick yourself into thinking that maybe, against the absurdity and the odds and the keen eyed gaze that pressed onto you, the two of you were in love.

It was the only time you'd smiled at Blade ).

"Is this why you're tying me up? You want me to stay?"

You freeze when he says that. You shouldn't have. You really fucking shouldn't have.

A smirk curls over his lips. A part of you hates that he is as pretty as he is, lovely — in fact. It's nauseating, almost, the way human skin folds over the things that are monstrous and horrific and evens out to a smooth finish — he's the sort of face artist's paint, the sort that scultures sculpt only tempered by the pallour against the moonshine; corpselike and dulled against his deaths.

The words tear in and claw away at an ugly simmer inside. "I don't!" You snap. "You just owe me is all."

"So you want me to stay?"

"No."

"But you are upset I do not?"

"No — I mean — " A dry choke heaves out. You wrinkle your nose and bare your teeth. "Just shut up." The ends are fraying. Blade sits up proper, cheek brushing against yours. The gesture is soft, tender, a catlike show of affection. Your hips shift. He draws in a sharp breath, a sound through his teeth. You try pushing him back. He resists.

You try again, tensing as his lips brush against the shell of your ear. A terrified shuddering sound filters out, pitching at the end when he still doesn't quite move against a harder shove. "Blade." You whisper. "Blade if you hurt me, I will scream."

"I won't, foolish girl." He chides.

"Then lay back."

"No."

Your mouth is pressed to a thin, panicked line as the terror starts to branch, grasping against the eaves and grooves of your body. Blade presses his nose to the dip in your neck. "But you promised." You whine.

Blade sighs, like you were a child kicking her feet to a tantrum and screaming, screaming, screaming. "Not to break these binds." He reminds you. You wince.

He pulls away, brow pinched. A chaste kiss presses up against your lips. You feel burned where he touches you, and you lean in, steadying yourself as you grasp the red ropes drawn across his chest and arms. "My patience wears thin." He cuts through. His hips twitch. "Move."