#lord forgive me but i'm back on my bullshit

[inerizaki]

I'll eat your pa- what!?

Your boyfriends get caught by you.

First fic guys pls be nice 🤓.

Threesome, sakuatsu x reader, nsfw, panty stealing (?), cum eating, spit, Dom reader, subby sakuatsu, handjob, begging

It has been 2 weeks. 2 weeks going to sleep alone. 2 weeks of annoyed excuses from your boyfriends.

Today would be no different...

"Baby we're just tired..." Atsumu sighed, and Kiyoomi wasn't even opening his mouth, going through his routine in silence. You swore you felt a vein pop on your forehead.

"Yeah? Poor you. How tired?"

Atsumu sighs, not having the energy to put you with your anger right now.

"Very, why are you being --" his sentence cuts off short as he sees the garment hanging off your fingertips. Even kiyoomi who had been intent on not interacting to save his strength, had spotted it and was gulping heavily.

"Tired enough to spoil my panties?" Several things ran through Atsumu's mind at a breakneck speed, none of them helpful as he felt the most embarrassing blush up his face. "Hey... Um... I can explain" atsumu starts.

Your face was deadpanned. If people thought kiyoomi was the resting bitch face in your relationship, they didn't look at you well enough.

"they were my favourite pair you know" you pout and flop on the armchair in your living room. *Shit* *fuck* he should have known. You were the last person to get mad at them for their ungodly practices. You had your practices. You were also an athlete. There was no way this would have pissed you off, he should have known better.

As he thinks about his last words, he notices how sweaty you are. You must have just finished your practice too... Your bangs were sticking to your forehead, your legs manspreading and the prettiest flush on your face. *THIS ISN'T HELPING* he told his brain.

Kiyoomi had completely abandoned his daily ritual of setting his kitbag neatly in its place, instead, he was standing behind Atsumu, trying to hide. As if his 6'4 self would be able to. He looked sheepish behind his mask and you knew already. "Ye-yes babe wait...It was just.. you were so tired and ... We didn't -" your eyebrow raises, "me .. tired..." You slowly repeat what he said, and lord, Atsumu knew he was so fucked.

He knew the only way to ask for your forgiveness was to beg for it. So with his thighs still sore from practice, he sits in front of you, on his heels. He hears Kiyoomi behind him and immediately knows he's following suit, his mask dangling off of one ear.

They weren't looking up at you as much, being as tall as they were, but it was enough. Kiyoomi's pale face was also flushed as he was avoiding your gaze. You were sitting on the armchair, legs still spread and arms crossed as you regarded them. Omi had the insane thought that *the yakuza should be glad she never wants anything to do with violence*.

"so?" You ask them, eyes levelled as they look down on both Atsumu and Omi. Atsumu gulps again, his voice cracking as he starts, "Baby it's just... You had finally.. just got a break after a while and it didn't seem fair..." You scoff, "Spare me that bullshit, either it was a kink you didn't tell me about or you just didn't want to deal with me. Which one is it?" This time your question was aimed at Omi, who was shifting his feet.

Omi knew it was useless lying to you, you already saw through the whole act anyway, but still... For his dignity... "It's not like that it just happened -" he sees the beginning of a snarl form...

When Omi doesn't say anything, you sigh, "I can't believe you tried lying to my face." He looks at you through his lashes again and looks back down, the red getting deeper."I'm upset you know." When Atsumu hears those words he starts to crawl to you on his hands and knees, "Hey don't be like-" he gets stopped in his tracks with the balls of your foot on his forehead. Atsumu gulps, it was an uncomfortable position to be in, not to mention he could see your skirt lift, and he made every effort possible not to look.

You laugh coldly, "WOW, even after the stunt you just pulled you're still thinking about my panties? That's kinda pathetic Tsum." He felt the knot in his chest unwind a little at the use of his nickname coming back but he wouldn't be off the hook so soon.

Omi, on the other hand, had been looking at you both from the corner of his eye... He could see Atsumu's tent in his shorts.. and felt the mortifying realization that he was getting one too."I'll let you look if you ask real nice mmkay?" You tell Atsumu with faux sympathy dripping from your voice. He closes his eyes, takes a few breaths and says... "Please.. baby can I look?" That earns a catlike smile from you. "See wasn't that hard was it?" You shift your foot from the centre of his forehead to place your heel there instead, giving him plenty of space to stare. You turn to Omi now, watching his breathing get shallow and eyes get heavy-lidded.

"nothing to say, Omi?" You purr, but the expression on your face is as stoic as ever. "What would you like me to say?" He asks as levelled as he can, his breath betraying him at every word. Atsumu, clearly not having had enough of your attention, whines. "H-hey cmon.." you turn to look at him, his eyes defiantly looking up at you.

"Stop... Pay attention to me" he pouts. Fucking pouts. "You just had your turn being humiliated and yer asking for more?" You ask dryly. He nods his head, the heel still on his forehead bobbing up and down. You let out a breath of *fine* and travel your foot down until he reaches the growing tent in his shorts and you apply the slightest pressure.

You see him open his mouth in a silent gasp and throw his head back. You turn back to Omi, "Now what was I saying?" Omi looks back at you, clearly dazed, but manages to say "You were saying why you were upset with us". You click your tongue, "Ah right, see I am not even *that* mad about you both doing this, rather I'm mad about the fact that I've been lonely for 2 weeks and the one time you could have involved me, you didn't."

Omi nods, like a schoolboy taking a scolding. "I understand" he gasps out, but it wasn't enough to satisfy you. "And you also chose my favourite panties, care to explain why?" He thinks.. one more try couldn't hurt right? "We just.. took the first one on the pile" another twitch of your upper lip. "No ... You chose them because they had the most slick on them.. don't lie again. Am I not right?" *Fuck* there goes that.

You apply more pressure on Atsumu, and he gasps out, "Mhmm you're right fuck you're right". Your head tilts to the side, and Omi admits "Ye-yes.. it was because they had... The slickest..." He choked out the words. How the fuck did he end up here. "say it kiyoomi" Omi takes a deep breath steeling himself, "Yes, you're right we took those because .. you wear them often and they have the most... Slick on them" he breathes out.

Your cheek's resting against your curled up palm and you tap the finger of your other on your thigh. "You know what is even slicker?" You felt Atsumu's breath hitch, and another shot of shame blow through Omi. "What has...?" You roll your eyes. "Me you idiot. And maybe if you had thought things through I would have been nice" you eye Atsumu.

Now Omi not only had to deal with him LIKING being treated like this, he also had to deal with him being JEALOUS over Atsumu being treated worse but still being jealous ." are you that upset...?" Omi tests the waters, using his best pleading voice and puppy face, all of it shot down by you grumbling, "I'm not even going to answer that right now" your arms crossing across your chest.

Omi's heart drops as he hears your response. He didn't think it would get this far, to be honest, he hadn't been thinking at all. He also starts to crawl towards you, and you let him, much to Atsumu's disbelief. You press down on him a bit harder before he can argue. Omi makes it to your thigh, his chin resting on it as he looks up at you through his coal lashes and says in the prettiest voice "I'm sorry bunny... I didn't mean to upset you I wasn't thinking, Please forgive me?" He swore he could see your eyes darken.

You tilt your gaze towards Atsumu, your face not moving. To his credit he immediately gets the hint and whines "Yeah I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that I'm sorry I neglected you like that please forgive me?" You remove your foot on top of his hard dick and he almost stumbles forward crawling to you, placing his chin on your knee just like Omi. They look like a pair of puppies, pathetic and cute.

"you'd think just because I'm tired, which I wasn't by the way.. you didn't ask, I wouldn't help you" They could sense the genuine hurt on your face now, and sink their chins even deeper, looking up at you apologetically. "no... You would have" Atsumu says, his gaze running from yours. You were cruel, but you didn't have the heart to be cruel to both of your boyfriends kneeling in front of you.

You sigh and motion them upwards, and they quickly take the chance to nuzzle into your neck, still whispering favoured apologies and words of devotion, all of them muddling to kisses and hickeys. Barely able to breathe between them, you pull them closer through the waistbands of their shorts. They know better than to protest and let you manoeuvre them until they're looking down on you. Their palms are on the top of the armchair's back, holding on to support as they feel their calves burn from the position.

You palm their bulges, and immediately they shudder. "Pull shit like this again and I'll lock you both in chastity cages" you snarl up at them. Their eyes widen at the threat, feeling even more blood rush to their dicks. "Are ya serious?" Atsumu asks his abs relaxing and contract. You raise an eyebrow, "You tryna find out pretty boy?" Both of them shake their heads vigorously.

You decide to show them mercy, freeing their dicks from their shorts and starting to pump them after you spit on them. They lean into you, groaning and whining. Atsumu has always been a blabber in bed, but it was a pleasant surprise to see Kiyoomi moan and whine. You wished you could record them and avoid you could have it in repeat for days.

"You both beg so pretty," you tell them and they *preen*, back arching to you. The most pathetic whines and begs, you didn't expect them to be this wound up after yesterday's stunt. They start getting more high-pitched pitched and before you can prepare yourself, ropes of white paint your face and neck, making you scrunch your face.

Atsumu has his face against the back of the armchair, Omi swaying back and forth, his entire body the prettiest of flushes. "you're both too spent to clean me up?" You ask while licking your upper lip. Immediately rejuvenated, Atsumu is the first to throw his arms around you and start licking your face and neck, anything to make you forgive them, anything you say.

Omi is slower but more thorough, he has your face in a firm grip as he laps up all the cum off your face, kissing and dragging his lips across your neck. The saltiness of your sweat was mixed with their cum and Omi couldn't get enough.

"I can't believe you tried to act all aloof in front of me.. as if that would work when I know what you looked like licking the sweat off my face... Hmm Omi chan?" You teased and he couldn't even complain, he was just glad to not be the subject of your cold gaze.

When they're both done, they look up at you, their faces back on your lap. You swore you could feel their invisible tail wagging behind them. You wipe off the spit across your cheek and say, "Well then .. if you're not too tired. you could help me clean up the slick on these panties?" You coyly lift your skirt. And who would they be to deny you of such a request?

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

CH2-14 Thoughts

So! CH2-14, huh? This episode has been our longest in the series yet, and it has used that time incredibly efficiently, especially given it is the penultimate episode before our culprit reveal. I don't think there's much to start with, really. Let's jump right into it :D

SWEAR STATISTICS (ch2-13)

BINGO CARD

Nico

DT-Dev needs to stop drawing Nico so handsome when they're in the middle of killing someone. this has happened twice now, I am very concerned.

Nico is probably the character I have the least to say about overall, but I still think it's fair to start with them. For one, we finally got the reveal of Nico's true murder plan! I...still personally do not understand why they didn't just garrote the man from the beginning, but it's nice to finally have some answers. Nico confessing to not trusting anyone in the killing game as well as their whole speech later on is honestly very based, if I was in their shoes I'd probably not see the point in pretending to be guilty either, and I really do think it was the most mature way to respond to this situation as a whole. Nico is probably one of the more logically-driven in the cast (when Ace isn't up their ass, anyway), so it makes a lot of sense to me that this is the conclusion they'd come to.

(x) Nico: I… I just can't stand being treated like that. My teachers, my classmates, my father… I don't ever want to relive what they did to me.

Furthermore, we also learned that their father was also in on the abuse and transphobia they received, and this combined with how Levi talked about his father in the previous episode, it's just daddy issues across the board huh? Guess DT-Dev had to make up for J's mom angst somehow lmao. But in all seriousness, the fact that Nico more than likely had no one be there for them during those times is probably part of why they drifted more towards animals, besides the fact that there's no social rules with animals. (...has anyone put alien blues by vundabar on a nico playlist? I'm getting sidetracked.)

There is also a lot I could say about Nico's predominant male figure subjecting them to such treatment and how that relates to their relationship with Ace and Ace in general, but I'll leave that for a future post. All I'll say for right now is to look up VeryWellMind's page on toxic masculinity and observe how many points relate back to Ace :3

(x) Nico: I don't expect you to forgive me. Very few people ever do. So I don't see the point in acting sorry.

The last thing I really want to mention when it comes to Nico is this line, specifically the bolded text, because... am I wrong to think this is a very strange thing to say in the context of talking about your attempted murder? I've seen people say that this could be in reference to Nico's blunt way of speaking, but I feel like that doesn't fit in with this context, and the wording itself feels too dramatic for that to be the case. I feel like Nico has resorted to violence against their bullies before. I don't think it ever got as severe as the situation with Ace, but if only a few days of abuse caused Nico to choose violence, I think its almost a guarantee that they resorted to violence a few times during the years they were abused by their peers. Would certainly explain those weird ass bandages around their upper arms. anyway Nico, I adore you very much despite your bullshit murder plan. can't wait to see where you go :) (also is it fair to say that the theories of literally anyone else committing Ace's attempted murder are de-confirmed now? Like I don't think you could get a greater confirmation than the first thirteen minutes of this episode lmao)

Hu

...Oh yikes. So I have defended Hu on a few occasions, talking about how she is just defending Nico and that her behavior towards them is completely normal. And I think I must take advantage of my minimal gag reflex and gulp down that L because lord have fucking mercy.

First and foremost

(x) Hu: You’re trying to paint them as the villain just because they lost their temper at Ace once!

(x) Hu: If Arei died of a stab wound, it would be wrong for me to say you did it.

Both of these lines were fucking crazy of her lmao. Absolutely nonsensical, she is so annoying /affectionate

Second and secondmost, Hu so clearly projecting her own emotions and feelings onto Nico so that they can look weak and small and thus have to rely on her and clinging onto that perception when it continues to falter is so fucking delicious. The way I worded that makes it seem like I think Hu is being malicious, I do not, but also that is literally what she is doing, and furthermore it is not working. This episode alone brought Hu in my mind to a high-c tier, to a high b-tier because there is nothing I love more in this world than fictional women being awful. And now that I have that all typed out, I can't help but realize that this sounds very familiar...

Oh! That's right!

...Man Hu, I get that it's across the color wheel, but you really like to foil with people in red. Yeah, I think that Acevi and Huco are meant to be parallels of each other relationship wise. Both of them feature someone (Ace and Hu) projecting a certain identity onto a stranger (Levi and Nico) to satisfy their own emotional needs and their reactions when those fantasies crumble beneath them. The dynamic between Ace and Hu is so delicious to me and I think should be explored more in the fandom. Not just because they somehow manage to give divorced spouses vibes despite one of the two being gay, but because I think the way that they foil, how they are different in contrast with how they're similar in typical DRDT fashion, adds so much to both of their characters and their relationships with the others. And I'm also glad that I at least have two more, count-em two, more parallels between Nico and Levi. I will keep spreading my Levco agenda until the day I die.

Okay but, though I've kind of been taking the piss out of Hu during this section, I do actually feel very bad for her. Especially if Eden is the culprit, because Hu and Eden have shown to be close on multiple occasions, and I could not imagine witnessing the gruesome execution of someone you love after pretty much dealing with two betrayals back-to-back. And I guess since we're here I should clarify that I do not think Hu, or anyone else except the two suspects we land on in this episode, are responsible for Arei's murder. Third Party Theory seems to hinge entirely on the idea that someone other than Nico attempted to kill Ace, and as I've said before I don't think that's the case. And given the fact that we have at least 40 minutes left of the overall case, I can't really see a way from a writer's perspective to throw in such a major final twist with an entirely different character without it feeling rushed. I'm sure DT-Dev could pull it off, but just on concept, not sure how it could work and also if Eden really is the culprit, Hu is 1000% going to try and take her place as the optimistic mood-lifter, and I need to see that outside of my imagination

There isn't much else for me to add, really, part from the fact that I am very excited to see how Hu's character progresses and how her relationships with the cast progress. ... ...hey can we count Hu and Nico as toxic yur--

Ace

Funny thing, I originally was not going to give Ace his own section in this post. But I decided I would anyhow for two reasons 1. Ace is a very fun character to analyze And 2. I get to once again talk about how much of a fucking liar this man is lmao

(x) Ace: Who’s gonna stick up for me, huh? No one. Because I have a spine and I don’t need other people to lie to me constantly to keep me happy.

[Pictured: Doesn't need other people to lie to him constantly to keep him happy]

(x) Nico: What else should I say? Ace: W— "What else should I say"?? Ace: You tried to murder me. You fucking tried to murder me! And after all's said and done, you can't even say something as simple as "sorry"?!

I love this jockey the best when he is gaslighting himself. We obviously know that Ace does, in fact, need people to lie to him to keep him happy. And I don't just mean that in the context of Levi and Nico. Ace has a very antagonized view of everyone in the cast

(x) Ace: -but now they apparently also have a fucking defense brigade to shield them from even having to think about the fact that they're a murderer.

the only person defending them was Hu

And that view of his classmates, to me anyway, is very intentionally cultivated by Ace himself. He is very aware that how he's behaving is wrong, and he is clearly not happy about it

(x) Ace: You think I act like this for fun, and then I go to bed and sleep soundly at night, you dumb piece of shit?

Ace doesn't like the fact that he is being rude to otherwise innocent people, but at the same time, he knows that any of these innocent people could stab him in the back without a second thought, like Levi. So Ace demonizes the cast in his head so that he can emotionally distance himself from them, and as such, will feel less bad about treating them like shit. As a certain indie game that had its nine year anniversary once said: The more you distance yourself, the less you will hurt. The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others.

Ace does need people to lie to him to keep him happy. Which brings me to his role in this whole scene with Nico which just- I love. So much.

It is so, so funny to me that Ace is putting this pressure on Nico to give an apology. And why is that? Ace treats both Nico and Levi in pretty much the same way, incredibly volatile even more so than the rest of the cast. And that makes a lot of sense given his relationship with both characters and how both of them have threatened his safety. But there is one key difference between his interactions with both of these people

(x) Levi: Ace, I already said— Ace: "Sorry" won't cut it. You know that's just a word you say, right? You think that saying two syllables is going to make me forget how you acted yesterday at that trial?

(x) Ace: You tried to murder me. You fucking tried to murder me! And after all's said and done, you can't even say something as simple as "sorry"?!

With Levi, he repeatedly denies and mocks his apologies. With Nico, it's almost like Ace wants them to apologize to him. But why is that? Ace certainly cares less about what Nico thinks compared to Levi, so why does he necessarily care whether or not Nico apologizes to him? You could say it's because the severity of what both of these people did to Ace, but to me personally? I think Ace just wants this all to end. Nico's murder attempt on him, the scar it left him, it was the perfect kick in the ribs to everything Ace had become since the events of Chapter 1. It confirmed to him that not only was his fear that everyone is out to get him, that he's going to be next after Xander and Min, completely justified to have. But also that his efforts to appear tough and threatening to prevent that fear from becoming reality were not only null, but thrown right back in his face.

(x) Ace: You know… Heh. I've always wondered which is worse, dying young or living a long shitty life of suffering. But it turns out neither of those options are as bad as this.

He is currently at his lowest possible point. At this point, the least that he wants is for Nico to provide him with some form of closure, so that he can put that moment where his guts were spilled on the floor to rest. But Nico isn't providing him that closure, they refuse to. And with Ace now being suspected for Arei's murder, regardless of if he survives this chapter or dies with it, I think he is finally going to break down. That hidden quote of his is fast approaching. I already know.

Rose

Rose is a character that, though I love dearly and believe she is one of the most strongly written of Despair Time's cast which is saying a lot, always somehow manages to fade into the background for me. But this episode bringing her to the forefront and giving us some extra character development from her is something I loved a lot.

For one, her clear and open betrayal towards Nico's actions was very upsetting to me, especially when you take into account that Nico asking Rose to teach them how to paint was probably the first time Rose has ever been asked to paint something for someone without a contract involved. I can imagine the idea of it must've been a breath of fresh air for her, and for it to only result in another red string in Nico's murder plan had to have been crushing.

But what's possibly even more crushing is her monologue after David gets frustrated with her, because...

(x) Rose: I know I'm supposed to remember everything. I know I'm supposed to be smart. I know I'm supposed to be helpful. Rose: Yet I'm not. Rose: I… I'm sorry for being useless. Maybe if I tried harder, if I just got over myself—

Wow this woman really does see herself as a commodity that only exists to be used by other people, doesn't she?

Something I've always appreciated about Rose's character is how it commentates on the subject of big corporations seeing art as content instead of something that was the product of someone pouring their heart and soul into a canvas. And how that mindset kills the desire for artists to create. And it is so fascinating seeing how that mindset reflects how Rose sees herself as a person.

She's one of the few characters in the cast that I can never really get a read on when it comes to where her character arc could be going, but I am very excited to see where DT-Dev takes her, even more-so with this development.

Teruko

I am like, 9999% sure this sprite is the first time she has smiled throughout this entire chapter. I am so happy for her.

Teruko, as always, stays being Best Girl™, and I absolutely adore the development given to her as well. Her realizing that her attempts to over-correct by isolating herself and not receiving help from anyone not only resulted in her getting hurt, but those around her getting hurt as well. And the fact that that's what leads her to coming to this conclusion really goes to show that, despite everything, she cares about these dumbfucks so much. And this is only taken further by her decision to trust Eden despite (HOW I INTERPRET IT) already knowing that Eden is a more likely culprit than Ace. She is choosing to trust her, regardless of if she'll regret it. And I honestly think that, regardless if Eden is the culprit or not, regardless if Teruko backslides, I think the fact that she got the courage to trust Eden at all is going to stick with her. I don't really have much else to say, really. Uhh... Teruko and Rose were kinda fruity this episode, I dunno.

David

[Sighs] This man provides us with a new headache every single episode and I love/hate him so much for it. So like...basically everyone else who watched this episode, I was confused as fuck watching whatever the hell David was pulling for the last 18 minutes of the episode. But now that I have time to think about it, I think I have a pretty stable idea. So, let's get into it.

Firstly

(x) David: Because I'm actually the first person to see the body.

Now, most people are immediately brushing this off as David lying to fuck things up again. But I think that a lot of people are forgetting two things 1. David is not a compulsive liar. He doesn't just tell lies for no/little reason behind them. The lies that he tells all have reasoning and inner logic to support them. 2. There really isn't any evidence suggesting that he couldn't had seen Arei's corpse before everyone else.

So though this point is mostly speculation, I think that David is telling the truth (sorry if this seems like an asspull, there is literally five more hours until the next episode comes out I need to speed things up)

But that's not really what I want to talk about in this section anyway, it's everything that comes after this that I want to talk about.

(x) David: All I want is for Teruko to distrust others.

...So. I think David is lying off his ass when he says that this is why he is doing this. And my reasoning for why I think that is pretty simple... Why would he care?

Like, yeah given the fact that David more than likely has Teruko's secret, he has every right to suspect that she might be affiliated with the death game, and also probably wants her dead. But...what does that have to do with Teruko's distrust in others? Not much. I think this sentence is David lying about why he is doing this to keep his true intentions underwraps. But what are those true intentions?

I can answer that pretty easily as well. David's whole argument in this part of the episode is the idea that Eden is not exempt from being the culprit. He suspects that she is the one behind Arei's murder, and I don't think that's helped by the seed planted in his head by Arei that even Eden must be responsible for the harm of someone. And well...I think we know how exactly David feels about the culprit behind Arei's murder

(x) David: Ahaha. It's just so foolish. David: For someone to take advantage of Arei like that… David: It's absolutely unforgivable. All she wanted was to change. David: What a reprehensible person this killer is. I look forward to seeing their painful execution.

And that leads me to what I think David is truly trying to do here: I think he is trying to get Eden voted for.

That is why he wants Teruko to believe him, and is using her trust issues against her to do so. He's seen the first trial, he saw how Teruko was able to convict Min as the culprit and convince the others to vote for her too. He wants her to do the same thing again, but for Eden. Really, it's a win-win for him. If Eden is the culprit like he suspects, then he gets to witness the unforgivable culprit get their just deserts. If Eden isn't the culprit, then everyone ends up getting executed. Which is, y'know, that other thing he really wants.

That's my personal theory on what David was trying to do here. It's not perfect, but it'll do for now. I love you, Mr. David Chiem. Please keep being confusing.

Eden

...So yeah, if you've been paying any attention to this post, I do still think Eden is the culprit. I also think during the scene with her and Teruko she is very desperate and wants to live and as a result, may have sipped a small tiny bit of the manipulation juice. But I will get to that in a bit First of all though, I absolutely loved the scene with Teruko and Eden. There is something about all of their scenes that just resonates with me in a way I can't describe, and this one is no different. The way it is shot, with the half-and-half and then the closeup on both of their expressions, and the fucking HUG CG? Luucarii and Zel both did an amazing job bringing the scene to life with their voices, and the choice to use the same OST as the kitchen scene in CH2-3 was fucking evil, especially because of what I'm about to say. All around, a fantastically orchestrated and emotional scene, I would expect no less from DT-Dev and their team.

But now it's time to talk Eden!Culprit. This is not something I should have to clarify if you aren't stupid, but I think before I really go into it I should say that I do not think Eden is an inherently malicious character, and I think she feels horrible for what she has possibly done. I also think she wants to live, like every bundle of pixels masquerading as a human. She can feel guilt for her actions and also indulge in a bit of gaslight gatekeep girlbossing. Min already proved that those two things can be simultaneous. With that out of the way... I do think that Eden is slightly manipulating Teruko here. And there is a very big reason why I think that is because of something @thebadjoe pointed out in their theory post

(x) Eden: Teruko, relationships aren't transactional. It's not that I did something good for you that you should do something good for me.

[11 episodes later]

(x) Eden: Please, Teruko… You’re my friend, aren’t you? Eden: Friends help each other…. So please, help me…

...Eden? Darling? I thought you said that relationships weren't transactional. You can't simply change your principles because they're getting closer to the truth. Putting the fact that Teruko never even considered her a friend to begin with on the shelf for right now, these two lines from Eden directly go against each other. Saying that relationships aren't transactional, and then saying that Teruko should help her because she's her friend. I think Eden knows that she is basically backed into a corner. There is no evidence suggesting that she couldn't had done it, and David is turning the tide in a way that is leading others to begin suspecting her. And just as Arei said...

(x) Arei: -you're pathetic and weak, and you always need to rely on others to get by.

Eden's is too overcome with emotion to defend herself properly, so she comes to Teruko to defend her for her. And when Teruko initially refuses, she becomes desperate. Using their relationship so that Teruko will believe her and trust her.

I don't think Eden wants to do this, but I don't think she knows what else to do, and is terrified and just wants this trial to be over. Even if it means treating her and Teruko's relationship like it's transactional. And Teruko, ultimately, gives into this idea.

(x) Teruko: Don’t… get me wrong. This isn’t out of kindness or pity or anything else. This is only because you helped me in the last trial.

(teruko is most likely simplifying her thought-process, I think she does genuinely care for eden and wants to trust her. But the idea of relationships as transactions isn't one inherently new to her, so I do think this is partially the truth.)

And I think the fact that Teruko does agree to help Eden is why Eden goes in for the hug. This is where we take that point of "Teruko never agreed to be friends with Eden" off the shelf

Eden knows that Teruko is choosing to not be her friend, despite considering Teruko as a friend. But I think in this moment, Eden thinks that Teruko finally considers her as a friend, someone she is willing to extend her hand to. And even if this day is her final one, I think Eden will appreciate forever.

Extra Thoughts !! - TERUKO SAID IT!! SHE SAID THE WORD!! THE T WORD!! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THAT FROM HER!! another one to cross off the bingo card babyyyy - that aside, as always the voice work for this episode was fucking phenomenal. I already mentioned Luucarii and Zel's performances, but Swords and Arakachi did amazingly too. Such an amazing frosting on top of the already great storytelling.

(x) Eden: Arei is… She could have been my friend! Why would I kill her??

- maybe I'm reading too deep into it, but I honestly think this is the closest we've gotten to direct confirmation that Eden thought Arei was full of shit when she said she wanted to change. Like...she literally corrects herself. Why the fuck did she correct herself. - this isn't something I usually compliment, but the music-choice in this episode was amazing as well. Every song chosen suited the situation and the rising tension, and all of them were fucking bops. - I also adored the new sprites, as I always do. Especially Nico's

Predictions for CH2-15 - I'll be honest and say I have none. At least other than the obvious, that being that there's 100% gonna be an Ace VS Eden scrum debate.

Conclusion

This episode was a fantastic way to lead into what will probably be the last episode of the trial. I cannot wait to see what's cooking come CH2-15, which is in... [looks at my conveniently placed watch] THREE HOURS?! WHAT THE FU-

UPDATED SWEAR STATISTICS CH2-14

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twenty

“Oh my god, I know it's been a week but where the hell have you been??” Nique asks Zora, right before jumping damn near on top of her outside of her apartment.

“Nique!” She laughs, catching her before they both hit the ground, all the while Leon's coming up with her suitcase, staring between the two like they were crazy.

“What—”

“Lank!” Nique squeals, smacking him up for all the days she wasn't able to. Just like a sister. He chuckles and swats at her, ultimately pulling her into a bear hug.

“Missed you short stuff!”

“Yeah, y'all just left us behind out here!” She laughs, following them into the apartment.

“It was only a week! You didn't miss us that much!” Zora laughs, leaning on her kitchen counter, while Leon plops down on the sofa.

“I did, too! Darnell missed Leon so damn much, he's been tearing my ear up about all the shit they used to get into in college— getting on my nerves, man!” She laughs, making them join in.

“Ah, he done told you about some wild ass shit ain't he?”

“Has he! What's up with y'all and streaking?!”

“I'm not even surprised,” Zora laughs, moving to take her suitcase into her room.

“Man, we was proud of them track bodies, girl! They was gon see us!” He animatedly yells.

“Oh my god,” Nique laughs, rolling her eyes. “How can I save Zora from the madness??”

“It's already too late!” She yells from her bedroom, making them snicker up a storm.

“Stop laughing Nique! It's too late for you, too!”

“Nah for real, y'all treatin’ each other nice?” Leon asks, first time he's asked about their relationship.

“Yeah, he's really a sweetheart. Might like his ass too much,” she laughs, “but that's my baby.”

“Aw, that's cute! I'm happy for y'all.”

“Thanks!”

“Nique, I need assistance right quick!” Zora hollers again, making Nique disappear down the hallway.

“Yes?”

“Are we having a sleepover tonight?”

“Uh, duh! I need to be caught up, cause Neoma told me some things about some things, and I gotta hear it from you to piece it all together.”

“Oh lord. This finna be a mess.”

“My favorite!”

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“Okay, spill!”

“So, before we went on this nice lil vacation, we ran into a little more bullshit. I'm assuming you heard about Craig and Eryn?”

“Have I? Eryn is ready to sink her teeth into that boy! I'm ready to do it for her, cause he knows he's wrong.”

“I agree! He definitely shoulda let them work that out, cause Eryn isn't a child anymore. I think that might've influenced his decision cause they've known her for so long— no excuse. She's grown now.”

“Yeah?? And I don't know how well the conversation between them went, but she still seems kinda sad about it all.”

“Really? I haven't talked to her since we left. But that's another thing! After Leon finds out about everything from Craig, he starts telling me about it, and I already kinda knew about it cause she sat down and told me, like a day or so before.”

“Oh no,” Nique says, shaking her head. “She got you all caught up in it, huh?”

“Yeah, but I'm not mad at her. She just needed advice. Leon did kinda blow up on me, though.”

“Huh??” Nique asks, damn near breaking her neck to look over at her.

“Yeah, he was feelin’ it that day, I don't know.” She shrugs.

“Zora, what do you mean he blew up on you? He yelled at you?”

“No, no. He cut me off while I was trying to talk to him about everything. He asked me if she ran it by me and I told him the truth cause I didn't wanna be in the middle, and he like hopped off the couch and I'm still telling him that I didn't wanna be in the middle cause now he's upset and he's saying that he ain't mad at me, but he also just pacing back and forth and I was kinda nervous, I ain't gon lie. And I'm just tryna reason with him and his fuse is really short, so he cut me off and shut the conversation down.” She sighs, eating another handful of popcorn.

“And then what happened??”

“Oh, he was definitely asking for forgiveness before leaving the crib, but I wasn't up for talking anymore. You don't cut me off and expect a conversation after that. Kissed his ass goodbye and he came to my job the next day with flowers and another apology. I think he almost cried tryna talk to me. Hell, I know I cried enough.” She laughs, while Nique is still staring at her.

“Do I need to kill him?”

“No,” she laughs again, reaching out to grab the hand that's closest to her. “He apologized. Several times. Took me home and made it up to me real nice. He's a good man, just has a temper problem.”

“Hm. I'll keep my guns near, just in case.”

“Lord. He knows not to test it. Trust.”

“Why? You tie him up when y'all got out to that cabin?”

“You're so nasty, no. I definitely taught him what patience is, cause he was killing my nerves.”

“How I'm nasty? I'm talking about straight torture shit! Shoulda muzzled his ass.” She huffs, but Zora shakes her head.

“You know I use my powers for good and not evil… anymore. He understood I wasn't playing. I promise you, he don't want whatever ill fate awaits him if he even thinks about it.”

“Okay, I'll let it go. This time.”

“Good, I'd hate for shorty and lank to call it quits!” She frowns, making Nique smile and shake her head.

“He better be glad I like him a lil bit, cause I'll still kill him. It just won't be as harsh as normal.” She shrugs.

“Girl, anyway. Back to Eryn. I hope she's okay. Maybe I'll call her in a few days.”

“Yeah, poor baby. I had to get your sister together a lil bit, too.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes. Done found a lil rockheaded boy to ride and now she lost her mind. Cause why was she bucking up at me cause I told her that she was wrong for giving him the okay to say shit to Leon?! Like I ain't wrong for saying that! Am I?”

“No. Absolutely not, she shouldn't have said anything to him but, “mind your business”, but you know how she is. Lovita is the same way. That older sister complex be havin’ them telling other people's kids what to do. Like how you giving him the go ahead??”

“That's what I tried to get her to make sense to me! Eryn wasn't mad at her, but I told her that she should be. Cause it's too many hands in this situation and she just an extra one that don't belong. Be a girlfriend, nothing more.”

“This really made you mad, huh?”

“Yes. Eryn is twenty five years old. She don't need nobody hovering over her back, snitching on her or whatever other stupid overstepping bullshit has been going on. We had a long heart to heart, cause I just feel like she's just been ridiculed by so many, she just needs some love.”

Zora nods, sighing deeply. “Yeah, I know that feeling. I feel for her, I do. But she did speak up for herself. Leon said she was not happy with him yelling at her, ‘cause she is fragile right now, and that's not the way you get your point across anyway.”

“Good for her! Lank and his friends need to get it together. Neoma needs to get it together before I knock her out.”

“Y'all still beefin’??”

“Nah, I'm just saying. I mean, she was mad as hell when I left but so the fuck what? I shoulda sat in her face while she was mad, but I had a nail appointment.” She raps, while Zora shakes her head, staring at her imaginary audience. “But she got over herself after a day or so. The three of us had lunch and shit like usual, she was fine.”

“Y'all are gonna give me gray hair.”

“Please, if all you have to do is hear about it, I think you'll be okay. Besides, you've been living your carefree life since that boy came into it, so I don't wanna hear it.”

Zora can't help but smile, knowing it was the truth. Besides the minor bump in the road, the last almost year of her life has been absolutely wonderful.

“It's about time, I say.”

“Here, here!” Nique faux toasts with a handful of popcorn.

“Stupid,” Zora laughs.

“And, you know this!”

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“Wow, I forgot how good you looked in your uniform.” Zora says, shamelessly gawking at Leon as he walks around his room to tidy up, before heading off to work.

He chuckles, feeling his face grow hot. “Alright now.”

“For real. I need to come watch you work out now, cause the way them arms are filling out that sweater..” she trails off, shaking her head.

He stops in front of her, beginning to put on a show and flex for her. She giggles, eating it up.

“You like that, huh?”

“Oh, please. Don't start!” She warns, laughing it off as best as she can.

“Don't be shy, baby!” He laughs, bringing his arms down anyway.

“Stop, before I keep you here.” She half jokes, and he can see the seriousness in her deep brown eyes.

“Hm.. I might just have to be a lil late today.” He replied, leaning in to kiss her, unbuttoning her nightshirt.

“Yeah?”

“Just a lil,” he repeats, laughing at himself.

She squeals in excitement, rushing to unbutton his jeans and yank them down with his briefs, moaning at the sight of his dick already hard and ready to go.

“See? This happens every day.” He stresses, stepping closer between her legs to rub against her, his hands at either side of her head.

Reaching between them, she wraps her hand around him, guiding him inside of her, looking up to see his mouth open, eyes stuck on her in pure lust.

“So fucking wet,” he mumbles, languidly stroking just to hear the way her slick smacked through the air. His head dipped down to give wet kisses to her breasts.

“That happens every day, too,” she softly laughs.

His thrusts turn curt, poking right at her gut, making her claw at his arms and chest through the thick material, her wild moans bouncing off the walls of his room.

“Unh! Fuck me, just like that!”

“Mhm, it feels good don't it?”

“Yes! Please don't stop! Please!”

“Shit… I ain't stoppin’ baby… make you cum right on this dick.”

Her fingers ball up the material of his shirt, quickly losing her sanity as he drives right into her spot, bringing them both closer to their peaks.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yes,” she whines, “fuckin’ hitting that spot, babyy!”

“Right here?”

“Yes, I'm so c-close!” She whines, pulling his face closer to hers as he cages her in, his scent evading her senses and vice versa.

“Cum with me,” he moans against her lips, gripping her hips tighter as she squeezes around him, giving him no choice but to give in to the sweet feeling.

“That was amazing,” she breathily laughs, smothering his lips with her own, much to his liking as he groans all into their liplock.

“I wanna be so much later now,” he chuckles, hissing as he slides out of her, still covered in her essence. Their breathing still ragged.

Zora licks her lips and gets on her knees on the bed, bending down to lick him clean. If he didn't have hearts for eyes already, they were definitely there now.

After sending him to work on a high he'd be on for a while, she went back to sleep for a few hours, woke back up and decided to channel her inner Leon and chef it up in his kitchen.

Her omelet was a success.

After a nice long hot shower and hygiene routine, she decided to get her mani/pedi redone. The color is orange.

Zora soon headed through the lounge with Leon's lunch in hand like always, loving the look on his face as he digs through the bag to see what she'd brought.

Today was a Cuban sandwich with fries, and he was more than delighted. “I've been craving one of these!”

“Yeah? I had one on my lunch break the other day, and it was so good! Had to get you one.”

“Thank you, baby.” He says with a kiss to her lips, as she sits down beside him.

“Welcome. How's your day been?”

“Great, actually. We got through most of our pallets already, so I might just get outta here early today.”

“Oh, I always love the sound of getting off work early! I hope you do make it home before six, today.”

"This morning gave me a lil extra motivation.” He nudges her with a smirk on his face, as she hides her own.

“Shut up,” she laughs as he wraps an arm around, pulling her closer to him. “But also, you're welcome.”

“Thank you sweet stuff. How's your day off been?” He asks, humming as he bites into his sandwich.

“Well, this morning was great,” she winks, making him chuckle. “But, I took a nap, got up and ate breakfast, then I went and got my toes done— they're orange like my nails, but my feet got cold so I had to put my socks back on. I'll show you later.” She smiles. “I've been laying around, other than that. It's too cold outside to be out there for too long.”

“What did you make?”

“An omelet. It was so good!” She smiles, making him mirror her in no time.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I gotta make you one. Use my secret ingredient.”

“Word? Let me find out you were a chef this whole time, Z.”

She laughs. “Oh come on, I'd never steal your lane. It's like a family secret but I add a lil sumn to mine. You'll love it, I promise.”

“I can't wait,” he fondly shakes his head, kissing her lips.

“Can't wait to see these cute ass toes either. Love ‘em.”

“You got a foot fetish?” She squints, to which he laughs.

“Zora, I've got a you fetish.”

“Oh my god,” she laughs to cover up the way she's just melted inside.

“Act like you ain't know,” he shakes his head, taking another couple bites of his sandwich.

“I don't wanna go back out in the cold. It's so bitter out there.” She says, looking out the big window in front of them.

“You ain't lying, babe. It's cold as fuck in the room we work in too. Metal insulation should've been installed a long time ago.”

“You need me to say something?” She asks, raising her brow.

“No, mama, I got it.” He snickers, kissing her forehead. 

“It better be in there by my next visit.” She firms, before leaning on him.

“They like yo pretty ass, ima tell ‘em so they can speed the process up.” He laughs.

“Whatever works, right?” She responds with a laugh of her own.

“Mmhm…whatchu feelin’ on me for, Jean?” He asks with a grin, already knowing what she was up to, rubbing on his knee, her hand casually sliding up.

“Ya know, just the sight of a hardworking man gets me going.”

“Yeah? Where's this hand of yours going?”

The way she licks her bottom lip, biting down on it before it escapes has him ready for whatever.

“I'll be waiting in the bathroom.” She says with a smile, before getting up from the table, leaving him dumbstruck.

She giggles before slipping into the employee bathroom, not having to wait long as he finally makes his way inside, locking the door behind himself.

“Hey.” She says, smirking as he walks them backwards into the counter, her body becoming flush with his, much to her liking.

“What's gotten into you, lately?” He playfully asks, rubbing her hips.

“I don't know, you said to ask for it any time I want it, but I think it's more fun this way.”

He chuckles, before spinning her backwards, her ass now pressed up against his crotch. She smirks at him through the mirror.

“How much time do we have?”

“Mm,” he shrugs. “A good ten minutes.”

“More than enough time.”

Her sweats and panties are pulled down, and he can't help but run his fingers through her slick folds, feeling how unbelievably wet she is.

“Fuck,” he mumbles before squatting down, stuffing his face in between her cheeks, burying his tongue in her.

Her hands find the countertop as she bites back her moans, rolling her hips against his face. He wildly licks her slit, before suckling her clit into his mouth.

“Please… that feels so good!” She quietly whines, reaching back to rub her fingers through his curls.

Her legs begin to shake as he wags his tongue against her, her grip on his hair tightening. Her soft panting is making him strain against his jeans.

“I'm g-gonna cum!” She whimpers, arching and gripping the back of his neck as she does just that, wetting up his nose and mouth with her juices.

He happily licked it up, standing up to yank his own bottoms down, groaning all in her ear as he stuffs himself inside of her, bottoming out. Her lips are pursed together tightly, thankfully muffling her gasp.

“Good ass pussy,” he lewdly moans.

Her eyes stay glued on their reflection, her mouth now agape as he taps that spot over and over again. The way she's squeezing around him feels heavenly.

“Fffuck,” she quietly moans, “hittin’ that fucking spot so good!”

“Yeah? This spot right here?” He taunts, smirking at the way her eyes rolled back, her lips sputtering out a yes.

One hand comes up to grip her neck, “say it again” spilling out of his mouth with a grunt.

“Yeah!— fuck, I'm c-cummin’!” She moans a bit louder than she meant to, quickly biting into her lip to muffle herself as her orgasm rushes through her. His strokes never cease.

“Mmhm, gimme that pussy,” he grunts, nearing his own peak as he gyrates into her, kissing the back of her neck.

“H-holy shit, babe,” she grits, biting down on her lip.

“So fucking close,” he grunts into her ear, digging a bit deeper inside.

She damn near draws blood from her lip by the time he's releasing inside of her, fingers bearing down on her hips, leaving bruises for her to admire later.

“You… are fucking incredible.” He rasps, as they laugh and catch their breaths.

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Eryn’s busy shuffling through the small crowd of people at the mall, when she bumps into a familiar face. Just the person she was hunting for, too.

“And, so we meet again.” Craig says, trying to hide the fact that he might have been laying low, afraid to face her.

She scoffs. “At least we see each other this time.”

“Baby E—”

“Nope.” She cuts him off. “That's the issue, right there. I'm not a baby, Craig. You can't keep doing this shit like I'm that same little girl you knew way back when!”

“Okay, okay, I hear you,” he holds his hands up in surrender. “I was in your business and I'm sorry.”

Eryn rolls her eyes before stepping around him, having no time for his tired apology. But he wasn't gonna stop, now that he'd started.

“Eryn, come on.” He says, walking after her.

“Nah, I'm cool. I don't have time for this.”

“For real? I'm tryna apologize to you—”

“Are you?” She stops and turns in his direction.

“Quit cuttin’ me off.”

“Stop saying stupid shit and maybe I'll refrain.” She spat, crossing her arms over her chest, making her many bracelets clink together.

He stares at her, holding his tongue because she was rightfully upset and now was not the time for banter.

“Look, I'm really sorry. I instantly regretted it after I said it. I even told him to relax on you cause maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. I know I shouldn't have done it, regardless. It's not my business.”

“No. It's not your business.” She frowns. “Had that man yelling at me like he'd lost his mind. I should kick your ass.”

“I know, I ain't mean to unleash all of that.”

She sucks her teeth. “Yeah, whatever. You wanted him to yell at me like he always does. That shit funny to you or something?”

“No!”

“Hm. Well, are we done here?” She asks.

“Uh yeah.. I guess? I don't think ima say anything to make you not mad at me.”

“No, you're not. Thanks for the apology, though. Just stay out of my business. I'm not your little sister.” She reminds him, before walking away.

“Damn.” Craig sadly mumbles before walking away with a hung head.

Her phone rings and she answers it with a bright smile. “Hey B, wassup?”

“I know you just left, but damn I miss you girl.” 

“Is that right? Maybe I'll swing back that way.”

“Yeah, why don't you do that. I got sumn for you when you get here.”

“If it's dick, you can keep it Brandon.” She laughs, and so does he.

“Come on, it's not like that. I actually got you something.”

“Mmhm, I'm on my way.”

Right after her heart to heart with Leon, she had a separate one with Brandon, in which she admitted her feelings and told him that they would unfortunately have to go their separate ways, to which he did not agree.

He had also developed a crush on her, in the time they had reconnected, and he wasn't gonna deny it just because his ex-best friend happened to be her brother.

He assured her that they would just have to talk it out. Said he was going to reach out to him personally, which she agreed and suggested that he should've done that in the first place, to which he agreed and apologized.

She was ready to face the music a second time, when the time came of course. But for right now, she was going to enjoy herself.

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“I haven't been home before six in so long,” Leon groans into the pillow, while Zora is perched on his lower back as she rubs her hands up and down his sore muscles.

“Getting off early is the best feeling, ain't it!” She laughs, moving up to his shoulder, rubbing his tense spots.

“Why are you so tense, baby?”

“I think I pulled something earlier,” he shrugs, instantly regretting it. Zora shakes her head like he can see her.

“Okay, relax..” she moves off of him, “sit up so I can get that knot out.”

“Yes ma'am.”

Moving behind his seated body, the natural heat between her thighs is warming his bare back. Her fingers relocate the knot in his left shoulder, working to relieve pressure.

His head lolls forward, his hands rubbing the sides of her thighs as she works her magic.

“Damn, that feels good.” He mumbles, eyes closed.

She smiles, dipping down to kiss the back of his neck. He was in pure bliss as her other hand reached for his other shoulder, kneading his skin like precious dough.

“What's the real reason why you're tense, Avery.” Zora asks again.

He sighs. “I don't know, I just feel like something’s going on.”

Her brows furrow. “With what or who?”

“Eryn.”

“Oh.”

“I know she's not a baby and she makes her own decisions. I just feel like… I don't know, I just don't like it.” He sighs again.

“Listen, baby. I know she's your sister and this isn't the ideal situation for either of you I'm sure, but she's gonna have to learn some things on her own. You can only guide her so much. You're only gonna give yourself a headache, worrying about that. I'm sure that if anything is going on, she'll tell you about it, just like she was about to the last time. Let her.”

“I hear you.”

“I'm serious, Avery.”

“I'll let her come to me. I hear you.” He repeats, turning his head to look back at her.

“Don't make me fight you.” She half jokes, mushing his head back in the other direction.

“Fight me naked?”

“That's our type of fight ain't it?” She snickers.

“Huh, you right.” He nods.

“Duh!” She replies without missing a beat, making him suck his teeth and laugh.

“Alright, you're kink free up here now. Please be more careful at work!” She scolds, still rubbing his left shoulder.

“I will, I promise. Now come lay with me.” He says, moving onto his back, and pulling her right down on top of him.

The covers fall over them as they snuggle up and rub their feet together. The heat was blasting through the vents, warming their cold bones right up.

“You think I need a space heater?” He asks, flipping through the channels.

“You be that cold at night?” She asks, drawing imaginary patterns on his right arm, already dozing off.

“Sometimes, yeah. I sleep with socks on like an old man, babe.” He stresses, making her tiredly laugh at him.

“Yeah, I'll get you one, then.”

“Oh, you don't have to do that.” He assures her.

“I want to. Don't fight me on it.” She playfully smacks his cheek, before sliding up to stuff her face into his neck, sighing contentedly.

“You comfy?” He asks, arms draped around her waist, rubbing circles into her hips as he begins to doze off, himself.

“So comfy.” She responds, before going super quiet, and ultimately falling asleep to his scent and the lull of his heartbeat.

Sometime later, after coming back from the bathroom, Leon slides back under the covers and kisses Zora’s forehead, softly laughing at her still being asleep.

Mindlessly scrolling through his phone, his eyes dart up to read the incoming message from Instagram. It was Brandon and he was ready to talk.

Tapping the message before it disappears, he taps across the screen and sends a message back, letting him know he was on his way.

“Z, baby,” he leans over to press kisses to her face, watching her stir slightly and reach out for him with her eyes still closed.

“I gotta head out real quick, baby.”

“Hm,” she stretches, rubbing her face, “where you goin’?”

“Gonna go chat with Brandon.” He simply says, making her eyes finally pop open.

“Before you start scolding me,” he continues, “I'm not gonna beat him up or yell or any of that. I'm going to hear him out, for real.”

She stares at him for a few seconds, before nodding and rubbing her eyes again. She was adorable when she'd just woken up from a nap.

“Okay, be careful. Where are you meeting him?” She asks.

“His crib.” He answers, still hovered over her.

“Okay. Call me when you get there.”

“Yes ma'am. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

It's finna get juicy!

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I have to ask where to fefeta and Erisol fit into your theories. Obviously fefeta exploding due to to two different people trying to apologize to her then arguing caused her to explode, and probably hint that the two halves are pitch for each other. But what about Erisol, why out of all alpha sprites, he is the most stable? What does it say about Eridan and Sollux? And a possible relationship of theirs or lack of one

Is Erisol the troll-sprite embodiement of Terezi’s and Gamzee’s shitty relationship. Absolute fucking disgusting codependence that allows them to wallow in their self pity. If that’s the case Eridan would be like a comfortable blanket for sollux, but not a good relationship

Why did Skaia give Eridan a quest that is knew Eridan would royally fuck up due to being raised as the next orphaner and thus have a trigger finger on anything big and white. Is Skaia stupid? Could Eridan come back to it at a later date and find that his quest is now to help the angels rebuild? Is it because Skaia accidentally made Satan and tried to set its most powerful aspect to beat it, overriding character development for hope players?

Answering these one by one:

For my thoughts on Erisol and Fefeta, see this essay and this essay.

It's hard to say why Gamzee brought the trolls back; I have an ask in my inbox positing that he's trying to set up pitch relationships (which I like the thought of) - I'm still rereading this part of the comic, so it's not super clear to me, either. I don't want to speculate when I can't be sure of my opinion.

Lastly, we don't actually know what quest Skaia gave to Eridan. We know that Eridan received prophesies from the angels of their lord, whom he believes he was meant to defeat, but it's unclear if this was his planetary quest, or some side thing he had to deal with, similar to how Feferi has an overhanging prophecy to "unite the two races" and Karkat has his to "bring equality and forgiveness between all bloodlines."

However, what we do know is that free will > predestination within this setting (predestination only exists insofar as characters paint themselves into corners with their own choices, but it was still their CHOICES that created those corners, and not the machinations of fate and destiny), and Eridan is the one who chose to give up his destiny of defeating LE:

GG: im pretty sure hes from the future! CA: wwhy GG: because he said hes my grandson … CA: that gun i just gavve you is somethin of a hatchright to the kid CA: happy i could play a role in your dirty stinkin lineage GG: like an heirloom? i guess it could be … CA: i kinda think thats wwhy i found the gun in the first place CA: but noww im forsakin it because fuck i just found a better destiny than my old crappy one wwhich i nevver got any appreciation for anywway

It wasn't an insurmountable challenge for him and his team, it was just one that they failed because they couldn't/wouldn't address their personal problems in time, and that he voluntarily abandoned. Moreover, if we assume that, indeed, Eridan's classpect quest WAS to defeat LE, then we can still see a fairly clear character arc set out for him: Eridan's main emotional conflict stems from his inner hope being in anguished conflict with the despair and anxiety he feels toward the future that Alternia laid out for him - orphaner, empress's sea dweller, nobility. As a hope player, his struggle lies in believing in things. It's encapsulated in the way he decries magic as stupid and fake and dumb and bullshit, but he FUCKING LOVES MAGIC, since he collects shitty wands and has no less than 6 wizard statues in his respiteblock.

That anxiety and despair won in the comic, and he went on a killing spree because he felt he had nothing left to live for; in a hypothetical scenario where he DOES manage to grasp his powers and destroy WITH Hope rather than destroying Hope itself, then the opposite would be true: he defeats his anxiety and despair, asserting a new belief for a better and brighter future, shooting a beam of "make impossible things possible" through LE's otherwise unconditionally immortal heart.

[freckledsokka]

wip wednesday

a wee snippet of the self-indulgent tense-fuckery zukka fic i'm working on that no one asked for! most of this fic is sokka (ghost sokka? spirit sokka? who knows) waxing poetic about zuko grieving him, but i wrote this scene with korra for a touch of levity (while still being a little angsty).

note: this is NOT a reader fic. do not let the use of "you" fool you. this is fully from sokka's pov as if he's narrating this to zuko.

"You remind me of him," you tell the Avatar, something wistful tugging at the corner of your mouth, reaching to the creases of your eyes. Korra looks almost bashful, or maybe just flattered. "I get that a lot," she says quietly, as if it's a sore subject but she doesn't want to offend you by mentioning it. You smile at her, warm and reassuring. "I don't mean Aang." "Oh." She sounds surprised, which quickly gives way to embarrassed when you offer her an encouraging smirk to help the thought along. "Oh," she says again, nearly in a different octave. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I should have realized that's — of course, that's who you meant." She laughs nervously, waving her hand vaguely at herself. "Southern Water Tribe, duh." "It's not just that," you tell her, and her nervous energy seems to settle a little at the calm, smooth tone of your voice. "You have the same tenacity, the same spirit. He would be proud to see the Avatar you've become."

Korra is quiet for a moment, either out of respect or simply a loss for words. Then she smiles, a little sheepishly but no less grateful to be honored in such a way. "Tenzin told me he — the Chief? — was with you and my father the night the Red Lotus tried to kidnap me." She looks away, guilt seeping into the set of her shoulders, the way she wraps her arms across her chest. "I'm sorry, I — Did he —?" She glances back, eyes bright, pleading for some kind of forgiveness she doesn't need to be given. "Was it my fault?"

"Korra," you say slowly, frowning, placing a gentle hand on her arm. "What did Tenzin tell you? The Red Lotus had nothing to do with Sokka's passing."

Her eyes go wide. "Really? But he made it sound like — I mean, my dad became Head Chieftain not long after that, I thought —"

You can't help the chuckle low in the back of your throat, a rumble of distant thunder, warm as a summer storm. "No, Korra. Sokka never was particularly suited to be Chief. He felt it was time to pass it on, is all. That, and he felt he could do more good behind the scenes, or through his work in Republic City. But, more often than not, he was with me. Those years were some of our best." 

Korra lets out a trill of nerves, huffing in relief. "Thank the Spirits." A beat, the haunted look of someone who is technically thousands of years old yielding to the vulnerability of someone barely out of her teens carrying the weight of the Spirit and human worlds on her shoulders, knowing she is the reason your — our — friend is gone. This is the cycle we were all prepared for, and yet — "Is that why I barely remember him? Didn't he ever visit Katara at the compound? Why didn't he ever say hello?"

"I wish I could tell you, Korra, but he never gave me his reasons." A wry smile. "I'm sorry if I kept him from you."

Korra twists her mouth, setting her jaw defiantly. "Lord Zuko, if I may —" She isn't really asking permission and you know this, but you nod anyway. "That's bullshit, and you know it. He was your husband. Don't tell me you didn't know just because he didn't tell you."

Your mouth twitches knowingly, even as your expression remains impressively neutral. "I had my suspicions, of course."

"Which were?" Korra presses.

If she weren't the Avatar, I suspect you would've said something along the lines of None of your damn business or Nothing to concern yourself about. Being the Avatar still has its perks in dragging honesty out of you, it seems. Still, you manage to make it a whole production, sighing like it physically pains you to admit it. 

"He wanted to wait until you'd mastered all four elements before he would teach you" — an exaggerated eyeroll, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose — "the 'fifth element.'"

Korra's brow furrows. She blinks like she's waiting for a punchline. "The — what? There is no fifth element, unless you count energy, but —"

"I know," you agree, exhausted. "I know."

"Then what?" Korra demands, sounding as flabbergasted as she looks.

You take a deep breath, wearily replying, "Swordbending."

Korra is frozen for a moment, maybe in shock, maybe in disbelief. Then she bursts out laughing, bright and cool as snow crunching underfoot, until it dawns on her that maybe you weren't actually joking. "Wait, really?" she asks incredulously. "He actually wanted to — to teach me? Why didn't he just team up with Katara? Spirits, it would've been so much fun to have a swordmaster around."

"You told me you have to learn the elements in order, Zuko," you say in a poor imitation of my voice. It's been so long, you've almost forgotten it. "He didn't want to influence your bending, or distract you from your role as Avatar, or so I assume."

Korra huffs. "Sounds an awful lot like he did tell you things, then," she mutters indignantly.

You shrug. "Not in so many words. He said a lot without ever saying it." That wistful slant of your mouth softens into something closer to melancholy. "When you're with someone as long as I was with Sokka, you learn to read between the lines. We had our own language, in a way."

"But if you suspected, why didn't you say anything? Why not encourage him?"

There's a sadness in your smile, an ache in your eyes. "Because, young Avatar," you say gently, "you always think you'll have more time."

[pricemarshfield]

HI……flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand for the first ship that comes to mind for you 😔

it's raphtav, who's surprised (no one). also this kind of got away from me and is 90% a totally different thing but there is a hand kiss...eventually. prompt list here!

Tav isn't supposed to be here. Not really. She's a cleric and this is a temple, sure, but it's the kind of detached, formal devotion as unlike her faith as one can get.

But still: something in her bristles at seeing him walking around the place. It's an insult, though whether to her or to divinity in general, she's not sure.

"Fancy seeing you here," Tav says, keeping her voice bored and quiet, her eyes on the statues ahead of her even as he settles next to her on the pew. "I'd imagine the place would be warded against a devil. Does it hurt every step you take, or something?"

"Not quite," Raphael says, and his voice is low and right in her ear (so as not to carry, that's all, as she reminds herself to little success). "I'll admit to a certain discomfort, but that's far outweighed by the pleasure of your company, my dear."

Tav scoffs. "Please. The pleasure of irritating me, if anything."

"I hardly see the difference," Raphael says, amused, teasing, and fair enough, because Tav doesn't either.

"Why is it that you're following me, then?"

She hasn't signed the contract, and doesn't intend to. Might have, if he hadn't been stupid enough to name where he was keeping it, but if he's going to give her an inch, then she'll take a mile, and every valuable in his house besides.

(It's very nearly a shame. She really does like him.)

He hums, as though he's unsure whether to answer her question at all, let alone truthfully. But he's playing at offering a just deal these days -- at least with her, correctly guessing she'd see through whatever bullshit he spins for the less insightful -- so he eventually adds, "This tabernacle hasn't a place for your Lord, does it?"

Tav snorts. "The Destroyer himself? No."

"Perhaps I'm curious as to what threat you'd risk his wrath for," Raphael says, careful, covetous.

She turns more fully to him at that, despite the fact it'll draw eyes she really doesn't need her way, because she would love to pull the thread to see what he wants here. Understanding her, to better convince her to give him the Crown? The worship, mortal devotion and adoration and supplication that only a god or archdevil could manage? Her attention, specifically?

Some mix of all three, most likely, because there's a simmering heat in his gaze that she's not expecting. It's enough to startle her into honesty. "I doubt he'd be all that furious at me filching holy water, actually."

Raphael blinks, the only sign of his not having anticipated that answer. He smiles after a beat of weighing it, pleased. "You intend to disrupt the Rite today, then? Are there not more pressing concerns?"

Yes, to both questions, but someone had decided to threaten his siblings in the first building past the gate they'd come across, and Tav would rather just deal with that now than be ambushed at camp later. (Also, she imagines that may come in handy for more than the undead, though she's certainly not going to say that to him.)

Without waiting for her answer, he stands. Walking in to gossip under his breath isn't too unlike the various Baldurians here today, but leaving without even a pretense at prayer once he's done has a murmur of irritated chatter building behind them.

Oh, wonderful, and one of Helm's priests is walking up to them now, too, as though Tav wasn't already ill at ease from being the thief in this endeavor, just for her Lord's protection, Shadowheart unwilling to rob a temple honoring her new goddess, barely a week after accepting her.

"I must ask that you either sit or leave," the priest says, his voice not all that quiet, attracting further attention. "This is a sacred place, and you are disturbing the peace."

"Forgive me, ser," Tav murmurs, face flushed with embarrassment and irritation.

"No, forgive me, my dear," Raphael says, amused in a way that only annoys her more. "I hardly meant to disturb a holy woman such as yourself, so devoted as you are to ridding the world of such monsters as plague it." He extends a hand to her, inviting her to leave with him.

She takes it, grip light and cautious like the type of holy woman she's pretending at might favor, now that he's thrown that excuse out for her.

But instead of helping her up like she expects, he turns her hand and presses a quick, light kiss on the back of her hand before she can realize what he's doing and stop him. (He's warm. Fucking obvious, that, but it's all she can focus on, and then he's dropping her hand and it feels oddly cold as she lets it fall back to her side.)

"You know where to find me, should you require my aid in further sparing this fair city from those that would see it twisted into something other," he says, and then, quieter, enough that the priest might not be able to make out a word or two, "We both know I'm your best option, mouse."

Tav smiles, hoping he can see through the sweetness to the fuck off, will you she's playing at. "With my Lord protecting me, I need no further aid, but I thank you, regardless."

Raphael's eyes flare with something properly dangerous. Tav's heart ticks a little faster at the threat in a way that she knows isn't terror.

The priest nods approvingly at her as the devil leaves. She assumes, anyway; she's mostly staring after Raphael. (Still better to rob him, probably. Certainly better not to follow down any stray thoughts that linger, about his mouth and the far-better ways he might use it.)

[buttercupblu]

one day, the clouds parted and an Angel tumbled down, falling all the way from the celestial sphere, but landing light as a feather in a bushel of white roses. she looked up at the sky—brushing off her darkened wings—and with squinting eyes, gazed at a kingdom so bright but so rigid and said with a calm breath, "well screw you, i didn't want to be a part of that snooze fest anyway." and promptly made her own Heavens on Earth.

(in no particular order...maybe)

one punch (OP)

jojo's bizarre adventure (JJBA)

jujutsu kaisen (JJK) (lowkey regret the day i pressed play on this🤭)

record of ragnarok (ROR)

eventually attack on titan (AOT) once i'm finished with it (Levi should've been in the harem 🧍🏾‍♀️)

Angel's Heavens and why she loves them:

🩷Buddha (ROR): this man is my Lord and personal savior—watch ROR if you don't know what i'm talking about. Buddha exudes peace in his every waking and sleeping moment but try him if you want to and earn a first-class trip to Nirvana 😘. his tongue game is BRAZY (you've seen the gif) and he loves to BITE. he makes sure we do yoga together every single morning to start our day and after making sure my back is nice and stretched out, he breaks it 🧘🏾‍♀️. but he always puts me back together with soft coos, humming purrs, and tender strokes. this man is my lock screen, my peace, my husband, my everything. i keep him fed and not just with food; he will never know hunger as long as i am alive 🤍

💜Geto (JJK): mymanmymanmymanmymanmyman. if Sugu asked me to have his kids, i would say "how many baby?" and i am clearly not mother material 🥴. my husband #2 that i would turn my back against the JJK world for in a heartbeat. he could call me a 🙈 and i would say thank you. in all realness, i get geto. i really do. my little alien, my little aquarius, he just wants justice at the end of the day—truly. not power, not dictatorship, just for things to be right, safe. there's something about his maternal instincts that lets me know he would take suchhhh good care of me—he's so careful, so understanding. i'd never have to lift a finger (except when i'm being a brat) and his Suave Commercial locs make me want to wrap them around my fist and pull. he has a face card that will never decline and baby, i keep on swiping 🤧|sidenote: i need his gender pls and ty

💜Choso (JJK): my pookie-wookie puppyboi boyfriend Cho, what would i ever do without you??? idk, there's something about Chosito that sets my motherly instincts on fire 🔥 . i want to love on him, nurture him, care for him, and absolutely reduce him to tears all in the same breath. he's such a family man, so full of love and kindness and security and i adore that about him. my soft and gentle man, i feel like he's a 70-30 sub-dominate switch but gIRL do not be fooled 😩—when that man loses all sense in that cute little pig-tailed head of his, you better have an icy pack and aftercare on standby 🧍🏾‍♀️

💚Josuke (JJBA): oooohmygAWD 😩 what isn't there to say about boyfriend #2, Josuke?? the hair, the moves, the suave looks, the no-bullshit attitude. besides Dio, baby invented jojo-posing like, kneel before your Leo king?? he's so cute and creative and such a quick thinker like omg part 4 had me STRESSED, but he gets his quick wits from his no-good cheating ass pappy 🤭. josuke keeps it real, calm, cool, and collected. he's a bit too forgiving (fk Okuyasu) but that's only because he has a 💗 bigger than his hair, and when im not spending hours styling it and getting him together in the morning, im daydreaming about his love, care, and cuddles i get every night. and if i ever hurt myself, he's quick to heal my boo-boos with magical kisses🤍

💚Narancia (JJBA): my silly little goof ball pup #2, omg he's so precious and innocent and deserves soooo much more 🥺. Narancia is just...pure unadulterated love in human form. he doesn't judge, he doesn't reject, he's a bit quick to anger but it's always deserved because look at him!! how could you be mean to such a precious little thing, he wouldn't hurt a fly (unprovoked). my baby's a little slow but what he doesn't have in genius, he makes up for with his heart. and that boy can dance and dress his ass off, lets fking goooo skintight leather steel-bone corset top 🗣️

🩷Sukuna (JJK): ok listen....hear me out...balance🧍🏾‍♀️. he brings balance. everyone else is muddled and normal, soft, or innocent but Kuna resides in the extremes, is the perfect polar-opposite of Choso, and rounds out the group with good ole fashion discipline 💪🏾 (read Exercising with Sukuna if you don't believe me). he's not my favorite to deal with because the man puts the ass in asshole bUT it's good for my soul to toughen up every now and then. if you want something done and you want it done right, ask Sukuna. he'll grumble and berate you the entire time but sh*t will get done and better than you ever thought it could be. .......he also has 4 arms, 2 dicks, and a stomach mouth—good fkin bye.

🩷Saitama (OP): he makes me laugh, there's not much more to say 🤣. the most normal out of the group and the most nonchalant. Saitama is literally my best friend who never takes anything seriously just like me. our favorite hobby we do together is literally grocery shopping and i will wake my ass up every saturday morning to be by his side as he spends way too much time comparing fruits and vegetables just to get the same things he does every time. he's also the strongest and would deck everyone on this list if it came to it (argue with the manga, not me 🐸☕️)

honorable mention: Levi (AOT) because this short king 👑 cares too much and gives no f**ks at the same time and has the best resting b*tch face/face card i've ever seen 🧍🏾‍♀️

🪽current fav fic written by Angel: God is Fair|Suguru Geto since you were young, you knew you were meant for each other. he comes into your life like a storm and grows closer no matter how distant you seem. he swells and captures your heart every time he's near. so why do you keep fighting him? angel's note: full of backstory, poetry, and tear-your-heart-out angst with one of the sluttiest, smuttiest part twos in existence

🪽current fav recommendation from another author: One, Two, Three (it's not only you and me)|STSG x Reader "what suguru is trying to avoid saying is the whole cliché of 'we saw you from across the bar and we really like your vibe'," the white-haired man says, gaze flickering down your body. he looks back up, making eye contact. "but it's true, so we were wondering if you'd like to join us for some fun," he says casually, blue eyes piercing. angel's note: and it comes with an AMAZING playlist yall wtf 😩🖤

🪽current fav song to write to: Cigarettes out the Window|TV Girl

🪽fav genres: [writing: nasty, slutty, toe-curling smutty smut, thrillers, enemies to lovers, coming of age]|[reading: psychological horror/thrillers🧍🏾‍♀️, silly goofy supernatural/sci-fy like John Dies at the End (an incredible series that will have you in tears from laughter, stg), dystopian fiction, fiction satire, coming of age/young adult, the classics (surprise)]

🪽hobbies: writing, reading, skating, graphic design, being outdoors as much a possible, being at peace

beats me 🤷🏾‍♀️

nah jk.

the real reason will forever remain a mystery, but i think it has something to do with connectedness.

the first major story i wrote was handwritten in the largest binder i could find in the 4th grade and was about fairies with elemental superpowers.

my first fandom was typed out on my mom's typewriter at her job and about 40/50 pages and was about the boyband B5 (shout tf out to you if yk who they are 🗣️).

both of these instances explored hobbies/interests that i was deeply into. i wanted to share my own take on these things that occupied so much of my time with others who also couldn't escape the clutches of favorites and fandom.

i also wanted to "escape" from a life i thought was dull and bland in favor of living in a world that was bright and full of color and literally in the palm of my hands.

now i do it just because i like to torture myself 🤍

i would create an entirely new world if i could, but i'll settle for pouring my heart out on tumblr

💗first and foremost, all of my characters are 18+. i don't really care for writing aged-up minor characters but when i do, it will be mostly fluff but they will be adults at the end of the day, especially when you consider real-world timelines.

💗smut: i know what you came here for 😏. this does include some more controversial dynamics like consensual non-consent (CNC), ageplay, petplay, power exchange (top, bottom, sub, dom, "slave", etc) rough play, but these writings will always come with tag warnings because everyone likes their tea different 😊

💗fluff: ofc everyone loves a bit of fluff. tis good for the heart to remember that you have one (not me though, y'all be safe)

💗angst 😈: there's nothing i love more than stirring the fictional pot. it hurts so good

💗long ass stories that are almost always projected to be under 8k but end up breaching 10k because i have no control over my life 🤠

💗i will write characters outside of my Heavens/top fandoms but i have to be familiar with those characters/show—keep that in mind in case i reject a future request

let's be civil little angels here

🚫hardcore gore/mutilation: love to read it but cannot write it. am baby

🚫unsafe fetishes: i am kink-shaming 💩, race play, STDs (god why does this need to be said), grApe, i n c e s t, necro, actual torture, etc.,

🚫cliche/exaggerated mental disorders: like saying someone who is very tidy has "OCD" or someone with mood swings is "bipolar"; those are incorrect stereotypes AND i am not licensed to give even fictional characters those diagnoses

🚫pregnancy: gasp, ik. but listen, i have no idea what it's like to be pregnant or have kids (other than my stuffies) nor envision that for myself because it does not seem like much fun 😅 and frankly, i don't really care for it as a plot point? i'd consider it maybe for a drabble request but no major plots

🚫anything else i may be uncomfortable with down the line. i don't have a lot of hard nos but people can get weird sometimes 👀

reblogs, likes, and comments = angel kisses and i have soft, plump lips so 👉🏾👈🏾

i'll eventually open up my asks for requests but this gojo fic (teaser here) is balding me and taking up alllll of my time right now. once they do open, i may be slow to fulfill requests but that's only because i care too much about making great content 🥺. until then, you can still blow up my inbox with reviews, recommendations, thoughts, nonsensical jibber-jabber, whatever; Come chat with the Harem

[love-anddeepression]

Sunshine and Daisies- Joel Miller

a short drabble that I thought of after i watched the episode, this is my first time writing for joel, or for any pedro character, so yeah! tell me how it is and if i should make another part<3 fem!reader

Of all the ways you imagined this day would go, seeing the man who had been the love of your life again after twenty years was certainly not one of them.

Also the fact that he was currently pointing a gun at you didn't make it any better.

You'd forgive him, wasn't his fault you were wearing a mask in the humid weather of the QZ, who the fuck does that?

"Who the hell are you?" his companion, a woman with reddish brown hair asked. Tess, the one woman all the smugglers in the QZ were shit-scared of. You respected her brutality and grit as well as her drive.

" 'm just passing by, I'm of no harm to the both of you." you replied gruffly, your gun having been snatched by the man you used to call 'daisy' once upon a time ago.

"You're 'just passing by' near the tunnels of the Wall? Bullshit." Joel scoffed.

"I said what I said. What the hell am I going to do now anyway? You have my gun." you raised an eyebrow at him, your hands raised above your head in surrender.

Tess looked at Joel and nodded, and he emptied your gun of its bullets and handed it back to you.

"Asshole." you scoffed.

He stepped closer as you stared him down, "Be thankful, I didn't blow your brains out."

"Thank the lord, Daisy." you rolled your eyes before subtly freezing.

Shit.

His eyes widened, "What the fuck did you just call me?"

"I-I gotta go. Thank you both for not killing me, hope your job goes well. Have a good day." you mock saluted Tess and not looking at Joel, ran immediately. Wherever your legs were taking you.

-

Joel stood there, staring at the path you took to leave.

"You okay, Texas?" Tess gently shoves him.

Thank the lord, Daisy

He knew he had heard that voice somewhere. It was carved into the very etches of his brain and the walls of his tired heart, the voice that had been his anchor, that had reassured him. The one that would encourage his daughter and tease him. His sunshine.

He doesn't answer Tess, only nods and walks over to the tunnel. They had a job to finish.

Later, though. After the sun rises and the job's over. He'll remember that voice again, and remember the eyes that bore into his own.

And he will find her again.

After all, Daisies do thrive in sunshine.

[ot3]

Lord forgive me I'm back on my bullshit

[olympushit]

Keeping up with the Olympians

#kuwto

Episode 3:

Preview: Triton's request to be a pornstar upsets Poseidon a lot, but creates a new beef with Eros that claims he would be better. Eros, trying to find an ally, accidentally walks in to his parents doing the deed. Hermes finds Apollo getting naughty with a stripper. Zeus is losing it, and many more to follow on this unholy episode!

Scene 1: (Poseidon's grand sea getaway)

Poseidon's confessional:

I still don't know what to do with Triton's idea. Him being a pornstar? With that dick? He's gonna be a laughing stock!

Poseidon: Son, I don't think this is a good idea.

Triton: So you don't support my dream?

Poseidon: It's not a dream, it's a bullshit!

Triton's confessional:

This negativity, the rejection! I can't! I'm gonna prove everyone wrong!

Triton: I'm done here! You never support me! I wanna do it and I will! I'll be a good pornstar!

Amphitrite: WHAT?

Triton: Shit...

___________

Scene 2: (Eros)

Eros' confessional:

Triton? A pornstar? Don't make me laugh! He is just so lame!

Triton: As if you are any better!

Eros: I'm the god of sex! Why wouldn't I?

Triton: Never overestimate yourself!

Eros' confessional:

This little bitch thinks he owns me? How old is he? Five? I'll show him!

Eros: If my judgment doesn't satisfy you, then let's ask the goddess of love herself!

Triton's confessional:

Aphrodite will help me for sure! She is totally into such stuff and can see someone's potential!

Eros: Mom!

Triton: Aphrodite!

Eros: She must be in her room!

Triton: Get in dude!

(Scene of Ares amd Aphrodite filming a porn movie)

Eros:.......

Triton:.......

Eros' confessional:

Man! Where is the bleach! My eyes huuuurt! Aaaahhhhhh!

Triton: Man it's not that big of a deal!

Eros: How dare you talk back you twerp! This is all your fault!

Triton: You are the one who so desperately flexes his sex abilities! You are such a hypocrite!

Eros: YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Ares: Guys! If you don't wanna see the action, just close the door!

Aphrodite: And for God's sake Eros, you are doing way worse with Psyche!

Eros: Triton wants to be a pornstar!

Ares: My boner is gone!

Aphrodite: Disgusting!

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Scene 3: (Zeus' grand palace on Olympus)

Zeus' confessional:

Things are a lot worse! She doesn't even talk to me! This is quite heavy gor my heart! Her behavior hurts me!

Hera's confessional:

I have made his life a living hell! But I think it is high time I forgave him. I have a plan afterall!

Hera: We need to talk!

Zeus: I'm not in the mood for fighting!

Hera: But I don't wanna fight!

Zeus: Ok. What's wrong?

Hera: I will forgive you only on one condition-

Zeus: YES!

Hera: You haven't heard it yet!

Zeus: Anything for you my love!

Hera: Hephaestus! Bring me the ankle monitor detector!

Zeus: THE WHAT?

Hera: You agreed!

Zeus' confessional:

SHE IS CRAZY! PSYCHO BITCH! But at the same time so kinky! And dirty!

Hephaestus: Are you sure about it mother?

Hera: Your father agreed so...

Hephaestus: Alright! Wherever dad goes, you will get a notification about his whereabouts. There is a hidden camera and GPS!

Zeus: Oh dear lord!

Hephaestus' confessional:

I love when my inventions are practical to familial issues! It's a nice way to get back at them for the way they treat me! I have feelings too!

Hephaestus: And everytime a chick will approach dad, some x-rays will run through his body paralyzing him!

Hera: I LOVE IT!

Zeus: ATHENA! HEEEEEELP! THEY TORTURE ME! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

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Scene 4: (Apollo at the strip club)

Apollo's confessional:

Man! Those strippers are amazing! Look at their ass!

Hermes: HERE YOU ARE! I WAS LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU!

Apollo: I'm in the middle of something right now!

Hermes: Oh! Have fun bro!

Hermes' confessional:

Seriously, I can't get outta my mind the picture of Apollo's dick! Man! One thing, it was awkward! Two, it was big! Not bigger than Ares' but it serves its purpose!

Apollo: SERVE ITS PURPOSE! WTF!

Hermes: I'm not lying!

Apollo: And stop talking about Ares!

Hermes: Oh yeah I forgot he is your ex!

Apollo: My night is ruined!

Apollo's confessional:

Ares and me have past. A really good one! But he chose that Aphrodite bitch! I have a way to get back at him though.....

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Scene 5: (Athena's grand palace)

Athena's confessional:

I am truly hurt by Artemis' behavior! I don't know what got into her! It's like I don't really know her anymore!

Athena: She literally hurt my feelings!

Hestia: Poor baby! Maybe she was having a bad day!

Athena: I can understand that, but it's been 2 days and we haven't talked!

Hestia: Really? This long?

Athena: Yes! And it's frustrating because I wanted her opinion about the Henderson-Hasselbalch equation! Should I take the simple form or the logarithmic one?

Hestia: I'm confused!

Hestia's confessional:

I'm not sure about this conflict. I wish with all my heart to solve their problem, because I am really sick and tired of this! And I can't take another lecture about that Henderson equation! Jeez girl, get a life!

Artemis walks into the room

Artemis: Hey! Am I interrupting something?

Hestia: Uhm-

Athena: What do you want?

Artemis: I wanted to apologize for snapping at you earlier! I was having a really bad day and I wanted some company! Will you forgive me?

Athena: I don't know! Should I?

Artemis: Please! Ypu know I didn't mean it!

Athena: I still can't get over the fact that you took Ares' side on our big fight!

Artemis: It was in the spur of the moment! You know how much I value and love you!

Athena: Why would I believe that?

Artemis: Seriously now? We are besties!

Athena: That makes it even worse!

Artemis' confessional:

She always insinuates stuff without getting right to the point! Ugh!

Artemis: Will you stop being dramatic? I know you want us back together!

Athena: How so?

Artemis: Athena stop playing with me! Be direct and tell me, or else I am leaving once and for all!

Athena crying: I'm sorry! Come here sissy!

Athena and Artemis hugging and crying scene

Hestia's confessional:

Ah! Those little bitches made me cry again! Such a moving scene!

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Scene 6: (Dionysos and Ariadne)

Dionysos: Babe! Where is my wine jug?

Ariadne: Maybe in the kitchen!

Dionysos: It's not there!

Ariadne: Look thoroughly Dio! It can't dissappear!

Dionysos: But it's not here!

Ariadne: Look at me!

Dionysos lifts his head to see Ariadne in red lingerie, holding his wine jug.

Ariadne: Come and get it!

Dionysos: NOOOOOO!

Ariadne: What?

Dionysos: It's precious! Hold it with care!

Ariadne's confessional:

While I enjoy my life with Dionysos, sometimes he becomes a little paranoid out of nowhere! I just wanted to spice things up and he ended up all evening cleaning his wine jug! Seriously, what about my pipes! They need cleaning too!

Dionysos continues frantically cleaning the bottle

Dionysos: I'm done! Baby! I'm coming!

Sees Ariadne into Pyjamas asleep.

Dionysos' confessional:

My baby got tired! Nevermind! I'll take care of it first thing in the morning!

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Scene 7: (Underworld)

Hades' confessional:

My goodness! I'm a proud bottom! That woman brings me to my knees! I want her so fucking bad!

Persephone: Good morning honey!

Hades: Good morning my amazing, beautiful, kind and sexy wife!

Persephone: Oh! You love me that bad?

Hades: Hell yeah!

Persephone: Baby! We have many things to do today!

Hades: Can it wait a little?

Persephone: I don't know! I'll think about it!

Persephone's confessional:

I like teasing him! He is so cute when he is desperate! I am evil, but I enjoy a little waiting too!

Persephone: Not now! Later!

Hades: As you wish babe!

In the throne room

Persephone: What's up for today?

Minoas: Same shit! Dead people wanting to know their final destination.

Persephone: Ok let's get started.

Minoas looks at Hades

Hades: You heard her! Get started!

Persephone: So Minoas over there underestimates my queen status?

Persephone's confessional:

That little twerp! I'll show him who I am!

Hades: Next time your punishment will be to rot in Tartarus for disobeying your queen like that!

Minoas: Your Majesty, I-

Persephone: You call me that too! Understood you little pitiful judge?

Minoas: Yes, your Majesty!

Persephone: Next time you'll meet my wrath! And I am way worse than Hades!

Hades: Oh yeah! You are!

Persephone: Hades bebe! Not here!

Hades: If you go on like that I'll take you right here! In front of everyone!

Minoas: Imma head out!

Hades: You stay here!

Minoas: And do what? The cameraman with one hand?

Persephone:.......

Hades:.......

Minoas' confessional:

Ha! Take that now! Who won? Me!

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There you go guys! Episode 3 is up! I'll let you know that I'm gonna be inactive for some time, because my exams are close! So enjoy this little shitty episode!

Am I the only one who thinks that Hades and Persephone are giving Travis Barker and Kourtney Kardashian vibez?

Till episode 4! ✌️✨🤗

[bengiyo]

The Novelist: Playback (2021) Stray Thoughts

We've watched The Novelist, Mood Indigo, and Spring Life. Let's watch these two try to survive long distance.

Yes, please recap for the people who maybe got dragged to a theater for this.

No car BJ? So glad I watched Spring Life already.

Oh, we're getting a bed scene. I forgive them.

Finally, we're talking about insertion and then immediately going to realistic angles. Good job, BL.

I like the way the age gap is playing into how Rio handles his disappointment that Kuzumi frequents sex clubs with his senior.

Oh, I like that we're getting more interactions with Kamuuda.

Rio's sister is always punking him.

"People who are happy have no need for art or literature," is such a cynical read.

Wow, there is a lot of resentment here.

Oh shit, this woman took out his writing hand. That's ironic. I am amused.

Oh my goodness, are we going to make an even younger boy write for him??

Never have I been happier that a boy was illiterate.

No man is immune to Kijima's sexual energy if he turns it on them it seems.

OR WOMAN, IT SEEMS!

Poor Kuzumi. Rio is a hard man to love.

Oh lord he got this boy doing the writing now. Goddammit.

Oh good Kuzumi is here. Please fix this.

I'm so glad Kuzumi caught him with the boy.

HE REALLY SAID THAT HE ACTUALLY HURT HIS HAND THIS TIME!! 🤣

Is this the first time Rio has said his given name?

I love this woman.

Oh, please don't slow zoom onto just Haruhiko to tell me that they're not going to make it.

Oh, I shouldn't have gotten attached to Haruko.

Interesting. I suppose they did foreshadow that Haruko is popular with men.

I'm going wild over the cinematography of Rio's pacing during this fight. Incredible acting from both of them in this long take. Rio can be such a jerk.

Did Rio never recognize the crazy in Haruhiko's eyes? It was the first thing I noticed about him.

Japanese characters are so good at staying still and pretending to sleep when someone looms over them.

I just love Japanese filmmaking. I love trusting actors to act and I love the composition of these shots.

"It's not about being tough. You become tough when someone is important to you." Come through, Haruko!!!

I'm fond of Shizuo.

I'm glad Kuzumi didn't answer his phone and Kijima has to take the leap of going to Tokyo without reassurance.

Kido, you have a daughter. Why ask that question?

Finally a forthright, vulnerable apology and confession from Rio.

I love that these two always kiss like maniacs.

I just love trains.

Families are difficult, but Rio is still loved.

Hands only, baby!!

Y'all awfully vocal for hands only.

The moon is beautiful tonight.

Wow these two have incredible blissed-out faces.

Oh, Rio. I felt that wall breaking. Goddamn Takezai Terunosuke is good.

"Is there really such a life without loneliness?" is a great rebuttal to Rio's cynical view.

Aww, she smiled for her brother.

I'm so glad things ended well for Haruko and Shizuo as well.

Final Verdict: 10, If You Are Male and Queer Please Watch This Franchise Immediately. I'm giving this movie a 10 for the way the entire franchise has been the most satisfying experience I've had in BL in a really long time. I keep begging for realistic approaches to male-male intimacy and relationships, and this franchise hits it constantly. Rio is layers of bullshit hiding an incredible loneliness and sense of worthlessness, and it was so satisfying to see him claw his way out of that because he found someone else who finally connected to him. It's been a really long time since I felt this good about going back to something I skipped over for one reason over another, and I can say confidently that I fully trust @lurkingshan recommendations. If you are gay and feeling a bit displaced in BL, please watch this, and then ping her, me, @harurio @ginnymoonbeam or @waitmyturtles. I promise it will be worth your time.

[death-caller]

lord forgive me I'm back on my bullshit

[ladygwyndolin]

lord forgive me i'm back on my 40k audiobook bullshit

[justanotherfanwriter]

And they were ROOMmates

Cht list: (1) (2) (3) (4)

a/n: here’s what Black*Star’s going to be doing in this story lol. Every soul eater arc had something just plain nonsensical in it, and I wanted to emulate that <3 because the dumb stuff was the best stuff.

As always, thank you for your kind words and support. I’ve had this chapter written for a while, but I was too nervous to post it. Can’t move on until I post it tho so here it is! Please forgive me for any occ-ness. Trying to write all seven of them and having them talk over each other like they do in the canon is easier said than done for me, but I think I have my basic plot foundation laid out for the rest of the story 😊  

fyi I put this story on ao3 (as requested), so don’t forget to leave a comment or kudos (if you want lol). I’ll continue to update on tumblr as well!

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The DWMA clinic they were currently in was not on school property but nearer to Star and Tsu's apartment. Thanks to Medusa, the clinic on the school's main campus was now solely used for school emergencies that occurred on campus for accountability purposes. It was an effort to counter-act any other "black blood" level stunt. The rule had been met with only minor opposition, mainly from Professor Stein, but his complaints were largely ignored.

The building was a remodeled urgent care that took patients from Death City and some of the surrounding counties, and then, of course, the DWMA students or agents injured during missions. It was a nice little set-up, and "special" agents, like Maka, occupied the top floor, which required a key pass to access. Soul pressed the key pass the nurses had provided him to the pad before hitting the button to level five.

"Can we not mention this to Maka? I don't want her to worry," He requested as the elevator doors shut, blocking their view of the Program Agents that had swarmed the cafeteria, trying desperately to rub elbows with Kid. Marc, everyone's favorite cafeteria attendant, had caused quite the stir, but nothing big enough, in Soul's opinion, that required a team of thirty brown nosers and suck-ups.

He didn't look away from the panel of buttons to know his request had the rest of the group shifting their collective gaze toward Black*Star, who paused scraping around the inside of his ear to glare back at them.

"Oye!" He scowled like they had insulted his very being, "Why are you all looking at me? What! Do you really think I'm just gonna walk in there, blurt out Soul got his ass kicked, and that Kid—"

"—stole my fucking shot!" Black*Star yelled, bouncing up and down on Maka's bed, "Just stole it! I mean, what the hell kinda bullshit is that, huh!?"

"Stop jumping!" Soul growled, reaching to steady Maka as Tsubaki latched onto Black*Star's legs, echoing his sentiments, "Black*Star, be gentle!"  

His legs being rendered immobile didn't stop Black*Star from monologuing. He waved his arms dramatically in the air, "It was going to be perfect! I shimmed up onto the ceiling and was strategically swinging my way across the room using the light fixtures when—"

"Wait, are you okay?" Maka asked him, furrowing her brows as she spoke over Black*Star. Her arms wrapped around his as she searched his face for clues.

Soul scowled, stepping out of her grasp. This was exactly what he hadn't wanted to happen. "Don't be dumb." He tsked, "Do I look hurt?"

His answer didn't alleviate the worry on her face as she turned to examine the others, "Is this person still here?"  

"Of course not!" Kid sputtered, taking a step toward them, "I've had them—"

"Ah! Ah! No! You're not allowed out of your corner yet!" Maka ripped around, jabbing a finger in their Death Lord's direction, "I'm still mad at you."

Kid shrank in on himself, turning to face the wall again.  

With a satisfied nod, Maka relaxed against her pillows, no longer glaring but obviously, to him, still worried about the predicament. It wasn't like Liz had been wrong. No good had ever come out of a trip to the hospital, and he and Maka knew that better than anyone.

"Well, I guess that's why you took so long then, huh? Here, I thought you had ended up ditching me," She sighed, her gaze falling back to him. Her smile was small but genuine. She had never had a big smile, like Black*Star or Patty, but she had a way of making someone feel like they were the only person in a crowded room when she smiled like that.

"Wow, ye of little faith," He shook his head, unable to stop himself from smiling back, "Sorry about the food."

"It's fine, it's fine," She waved him off, "what's one more night of applesauce and watery chicken broth?"

"If I had known you were hungry, I would have brought something. I've been stress-baking," Tsubaki confessed with a sheepish look as she sat down in the chair by Maka's bedside, the one that had formally been his, but if anyone was going to steal his spot, he was perfectly fine with it being her. Tsubaki gingerly held one of Maka's hands in her own, "We were only just now allowed to come visit. They said family-only for the first 24 hours."

Maka shot him a look, and he shrugged, "If anyone asks, you're my half-sister."

"Wouldn't everyone here know better?"

He stuck his hands in his hoodie pocket, "I made a compelling argument, I guess."

He had threatened the nurses and doctors, of course, with his blade, but same difference. It wasn't like Maka needed all the tiny details anyway, she was healing.

Liz wrapped an arm around his shoulders and leaned toward Maka with a conniving little smirk Soul didn't like, "I told him he should have said you two had gotten hitched. Way more believable, and they can't refuse a spouse."

"No," He sniffed, refusing to meet Maka's eyes, "Half-sister."

"Speaking of visitors, has anyone else been by to see you, Maka?" Kid asked the wall.

Soul stiffened on his own accord, slipping out of Liz's hold as he answered quickly for her, "No."

He watched Kid from the corner of his eye to gauge his reaction, who stood up straighter with surprise. "Really?"  

"Why?" Soul asked, really watching him now, wondering who the hell they should have been expecting. Other agents, maybe, with a slip changing Soul’s assignment to Antarctica? Had Harvar followed through on his threat?

The tone of his voice must have caught Kid off guard because he pushed away from the wall with large eyes and exclaimed, "But Spirit's been going crazy! He's left early every single day!"

Soul blinked and then forced himself to unclench his jaw and relax his shoulders.

"Oh, uh, yeah, Spirit's been by, obviously, but no one else. At least, not while I've been here." He shrugged, banishing Harvar from his thoughts. Kid was here, for Maka's sake, not to hit him with a pink slip. Why he had ever thought differently was insulting to his friend, but he kept his apologies to himself.

"Actually, I would like to see him here less," Maka rolled her eyes, "please."

Kid smiled smugly at Liz, "So he isn't cutting work."

"No," He and Maka said flatly, "he's cutting work."

Liz rolled her eyes, plopping down on the bed, "I'd rather him here than at work. Kid's right. He's been an absolute mess."

Maka opened her mouth to retort when Patty jumped up from the ground, holding up a piece of paper she had been scribbling on since they had all seemingly collapsed into the room, trying their hardest to stop Black*Star from being, well, Black*Star about things, an impossible task in retrospect.  

"I made you a card, Maka!" Patty giggled, thrusting it into Maka's face and making her go cross-eyed.

"Oh!" Maka blinked, prying the card from the other girl's grip, "Thank you, Patty, this is, uh, just…yellow on paper. Uh, crayon, maybe?"

"And color pencil, and—" Patty dug into her pocket before holding out a squished and dribbling mustard packet, "—I found this in the cafeteria!"

"Patty's really been into abstract expressionism lately," Liz explained as he and Maka sniffed the paper, sharing a look of unease.

"It's very creative, Patty!" Tsu smiled, ever positive, as she leaned over to examine the sticky piece of paper herself.

"Yellow tastes good and happy," Patty nodded, licking the open end of the mustard packet, "but it makes Kid so mad!"

Kid stepped closer, eyebrow twitching, "That's only because there's no sense to it. If you would like an actual art lesson—"

"—corner—" Maka snapped at him, pointing him back to his designated spot.

"—I'm sorry!" Black*star crossed his arms over his chest with a sneer, commanding their attention, "Can we please get back to what matters here?"

"Maka's health?" He asked with a sigh, plucking the condiment-covered piece of paper away from Tsu between two pinched fingers and gingerly propping it up on Maka's bedside table.

"No!" Black*Star jabbed a finger at his chest, "Me! I've got business to discuss with you, Maka."

There was general grumbling among the group as a response. "Ah, sit down," Liz barely looked up from her nails as she waved Black*Star off while Soul grumbled, "Save it," wiping mustard from his fingers onto his pants.

"Black*Star," Tsubaki spoke up, pulling on his pant leg as she awkwardly tried to save the situation, "maybe later?"

"M-maybe later!" He stuttered, "No way! What's the big deal?"

"Maka's healing," Tsubaki explained, "we'll ask in a little bit. It can wait."

"Ah, whatever," It was Black*Star's turn to wave them off, "Maka's fine! I mean, what's a couple of bones, right, Maka?"

“I really am okay,” Maka agreed.

"No," Soul disagreed.

"I mean, Maka, have you ever just tried making your bones unbreakable?" Black*Star tilted his head in thought. His expression was open and earnest, practically downright innocent, as he proclaimed, "Just don't have them be broken anymore! That's what I do!"

Soul pointedly stared at the cam boot adorning Black*Star's left leg, "Didn't you get stuck in that from falling down some stairs?"

Again, Black*Star waved them off, tilting his head back to let out a loud cackle, "Ah, that's different!"

"How?"

"Sneak attack, duh." Black*Star sniffed, rubbing his nose, "And now I'm immune!"

"That's not how it works," He shook his head.

"It is!"

"It isn't."

"And this isn't just a social visit!"

"It is." Soul amended.

"It isn't!" Black*Star stomped forward on the bed until he was hovering over Maka, "I gotta know, do you still have all your nerdy Coffin Scout shit?"

"Coffin Scout?" Soul echoed, and another smile spread across his face, "You never told me you were a Coffin Scout."

Maka's forehead twitched as she glared at Black*Star, pushing his head away from hers, "First of all, it wasn't nerdy. Second of all, yes, I was a Coffin Scout," She sat a little straighter, "I was an excellent Coffin Scout, thank you. Third of all," Her expression faltered, "why do you want to know?"

Black*Star stood proudly, once more jabbing his thumb into his chest, "You're looking at Troup 564s next Undertaker!"

All of them, minus Tsubaki, stared at him until Maka finally blinked back to life, "I'm sorry. You?"

"Well, Angela, you see," Tsubaki started to interject, "she's—"

"Don't you have to be, like, a mom to be a den mother?" Liz asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Undertaker." Black*Star instantly corrected, "And, eh," he shrugged, "who cares? Maka's dad did it."

"Let's not go that far," Maka looked off as a twitch again pulsed through her forehead.

"It's a unisex position." Kid huffed and stood slightly straighter, "I was also a proud Coffin Scout in my youth. Maybe I can assist you in your endeavor, Black*Star? I know all the—"

"—pass." Black*Star scowled, crossing his arms over his chest with a 'hmph' and ignoring the daggers Kid shot his way.

"You were a Coffin Scout?" Maka smiled, apparently forgetting her Corner Rule, "I had no idea, Kid. Shouldn't we have been in the same Troup?"

His glower fell, and he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "Ah, well, I never actually…made it to a Coffin Scout meeting."

"Because it was for little girls?" Soul deadpanned.

"They ended up changing that rule! But yes." Kid flushed, then brightened, "Still, I read the whole handbook over a dozen times. The Coffin Scout's dedication to tradition and policy never ceased to impress me. I knew the chants; I even tried my hand at getting a few badges, my first being the pattern badge, which, of course, obviously has to do—"

"—Patty was a coven scout too," Liz cooed, speaking over Kid as she reached for Patty to pinch and squish her cheeks, "you should have seen her in the little uniform. It was so cute!" Liz continued to beam like the proud older sister she was, "She was kicked out after her first meeting because—" Quickly, Liz snatched her hands away from Patty as she tried to chomp down on the fingers closest to her mouth, "—she had a biting problem. Patty. No."

 "We had our own version of Coffin Scouts in Japan, but uh," Tsubaki quietly explained, "I did martial arts instead with my brother."

Again, the room began to fill with a symphony of voices as one story bled into another that drowned out another, and the cycle continued ad nauseam. The endless conversation used to be something that made Soul dizzy. In the beginning, he wondered if this was what all friendships were like, constantly trying to demand the stage and outshine each other, until he finally realized there was a rhythm to their chatter, a call and response as stories layered atop each other until they reached the crescendo, screaming "my stories are yours."

Of course, he still immensely preferred the peace of silence, but the noise his friends created was as much a part of "coming home" as anything else after a long mission. If they were silent, then he'd know something was truly wrong.

Black*Star, who always demanded the stage, didn't share Soul's cheesy, sentimental, and secret approach to their friend group's hive-mind-like conversations. He began to pout, then glower as the spotlight was again taken off of him. Soul watched as his eyes darted between faces and counted down the seconds they had left until he reached another tantrum.

Slipping one of Maka's ponytails off his wrist, Soul aimed it at Black*Star striking him square in that large forehead of his, stopping the tantrum before it even had a chance to begin, "Ah, stop pouting, and tell us how you'll be inconveniencing us this time."

Maka quirked an eyebrow at Black*Star, joining Soul, "Yeah, why are you suddenly an Undertaker? I thought Coffin Scout's was the—” she poorly mocked Black*Star’s voice, crossing her eyes, “lamest thing in the world?"

Now that Black*Star finally held the room's attention, he seemed to falter under it, which Soul found odd. That wasn't like him, not at all. His confidence wavered for a moment before he shot a look at Tsubaki and nodded, squaring his shoulders, "Gotta set a few racist assholes straight, ya know, for Angie."

That was enough to cause to a general uproar.

"Angela? Is she okay?" Liz asked as Patty sat up, for once without a smile on her face.

"Did something happen?" Maka asked with wide eyes, looking for answers from Tsubaki.

"Who did it?" Kid glowered.

"Hey!" Black*Star crossed his arms, "I'm handling it, alright? I just need your nerd shit, okay? The troop she was in doesn't want her because she's a witch, so—" Again, Black*Star tripped over himself, seemingly stumbling over the right words to say, "—so, you know, we're making our own." He glared at them each in turn like he was challenging them to say something, "Any problems with that?"   

"Star!" Maka snapped, rising to the challenge, "Dammit! Why didn't you start with that?"

"Yeah—" Liz scowled, and Patty finished, "—what gives, man!"

“None of you were listening!”

"Again, because you were taking too long," Kid muttered, rolling his eyes.

Black*Star tried leveling him with an icy stare, "I will kick your ass."

"I'd like to see you try." Kid spat back without flinching.

"Holy sh—it. You two and the arguing today," Liz huffed, "knock it off."

"Are you in on this too, Tsubaki?" Maka asked, ignoring the other boys. After so many years, it was easy to tune out their constant bickering.

"Mhm," Tsubaki nodded, "I'll be the assistant troop leader! It's, uh, well, I just hope I do well. I don't know much about the Coffin Scouts."

The tension between Kid and Black*Star dissipated instantly as Kid turned eagerly to Tsubaki.

"We could review some of the handbook!" Kid suggested, eye glittering with excitement "I still remember—"

"—no thanks." Black*Star waved him away again, ignoring the daggers Kid shot him.

"I'd actually very much appreciate that," Tsu smiled.

"And, of course, you two can have all my old stuff. Lucky for you, I think, uh—" Maka stopped and tapped her chin, "—I think I still have a few of my old binders stored at my dad's place. He never let me throw any of it away." She grimaced through a smile, "He's coming by later today. I'll text him to bring it over if you want to stick around for that long, that is?"

Black*Star finally plopped down onto the foot of her bed, sitting with his legs crisscrossed, "What else do I gotta do today, huh?"

"Looks like you're stuck with us until your old man shows up," Soul smirked, leaning against Maka's bedside table.

"Stuck with them," Maka corrected, "not you—" His heart fluttered for a moment, half-hoping-half-dreading she was about to fix his wordage. "—you're going home."

With his lame hopes effectively trampled and his ego put back in its proper place, he furrowed his brows together and quite eloquently stuttered, "W-wait, what? Why?"

"You need to go home and sleep, Soul," She sighed, "I haven't seen you sleep for more than five hours this whole weekend."

"I'm fine," He shook his head.

"Don't make it an argument. Just go home and get some sleep. I'll be okay!"

"Uh," He pushed off the bedside table, uncrossing his arms to argue with her, "I beg to differ. There was a lunatic downstairs looking for you. Did we forget that?"

"No," She glared back at him, mocking his tone, "we did not. But I'll be fine. I can take care of myself. I'm not useless."

"No one said you were."

"It's not like I'm alone right now," She countered.

"And," Kid interrupted, "I'll have two people at her door every night as long as she's here."

Maka groaned, "That isn't necessary either."

"Protocol," Kid shot back.

"If anyone needs a babysitter, it's you, pigtails," Black*Star snorted in a rare act of agreement with Kid.

"Fuck off," She glared at Black*Star, kicking at him.

"I'm staying." Soul announced over their bickering, "Not risking it."

Maka stopped shoving Black*Star to scowl at him, "You need to sleep."

"You do look tired, Soul," Tsu spoke up, trying to placate the situation, which would have been annoying if she weren't so good at it, "and we'll be right here with her until Spirit arrives. She'll hardly be alone."

"And I need my mask, remember. These lights—" Maka pointed to the overhead lights, where one was still flickering at odd intervals, "—they're still killing my head."

"Fine," He conceded, "I'll run home, nap, get your stuff, come back."

"No, you'll go home, get my stuff ready for my papa to pick up, and then go to bed," She looked off for a second before tacking on, "and make sure Blair's okay, and check the mail, and then maybe clean out the fridge, and make sure the cat didn't drag anything in while we were gone, and shoot—” She snapped her fingers, “—I think I have a package at the post office, and—"

"—jeez, Mak, just write your errand boy a list," Liz snorted as Patty did her best impression of a whip. He made sure to flick her off when Maka wasn’t looking.

"Yeah, good idea," Maka said, taking Liz literally, "I'll just text you a list."

"But—" He started, but she stopped him, reaching out to grab one of his hands.

She squeezed it lightly, "Soul, go home. Your dark circles have dark circles."

He stared at her, neck warming as he felt everyone else watching them—Kid watching them—but couldn't find it in himself to do the safe thing and pull away. Instead, he studied her face for longer than necessary, his heart hammering against his rib cage as he thought of every single reason why leaving would end up being the worst mistake he had ever made.

Pretty green doe eyes batted up at him, "Please."

Against his better judgment, he squeezed her hand back, muttering a simple "fine" before turning away. He didn't let go of her hand until he was forced to, her fingertips slowly slipping from his.

"Text me when you get home!" Maka's voice echoed down the hallway as he slowly made his way toward the elevators.

As the elevator doors shut, he could hear Maka’s room again explode with the sounds of his best friends, all competing for each other’s attention until finally he was enveloped in silence, a stark difference than from before. A panic flared within him, and it was then that he decided he had been mistaken. He didn’t prefer silence. He needed their sounds. Without them, everything felt wrong.

Bad wrong. Unsafe wrong. Like something had gone wrong, wrong.

He gnawed on one of his hang nails, trying hard to push his ill ease away. He hated being alone with his thoughts, and it was made worse with that shitty little red horned demon always knocking on the door of his subconscious, acting like an internal metronome with no end in sight.

He dropped his hand from his mouth, staring miserably at the elevator doors. Maka was right. He needed some sleep.  

[becauseimanicequeen]

Pride Month Watch: Mama Gogo (ep 1-4)

I'm currently going through my Pride Month Watch List and Mama Gogo is on my list of shows/films I haven't watched before but have wanted to get to.

The only prior knowledge I had of this before was that it was created by Jojo, which is why it's been on my to-watch list for a long time. Before I started writing this, I did a quick check of the cast on MDL and realized that my posts on this show have the potential to turn into a whole lot of simping for some of the boys and Cris Horwang (I loved this gorgeous woman in Intern in My Heart, which I watched in March), so expect simping. There might not be much else, lol.

Anyway, let's go!

Well... I'm a whole minute into the series and I'm already in love...

She hasn't ever said anything yet and she's my everything.

It's been 4 minutes...

And I love her even more because she's keeping it real...

I love people who are shameless. I love people with no filter.

Bitch...

That's none of your fucking business.

As someone's who's a slut for neon lights... the intro is giving me everything I want.

I watched the intro three times, btw. Just for the lights and colors. And the 80s vibe (even though I wasn't alive to experience it).

Oh, lord...

He can kill a man with a wink. This whole introduction of him was so ridiculous I loved it. The way I fucking cackled!

Besides all that ridiculous shit (which I loved), I have to say that this man is hot as hell (even in his weird patterned shirt, lol).

He's a duche right now...

But also really hot, so I forgive him (lmfao!).

This dude is a thief:

But at least he's pretty when he gets knocked out.

And here's another beautiful human being:

Thank every higher power Pod isn't as shady here as in Wandee Goodday (I mean, I'm just on the 2nd episode here so there's still time for him to be shady, but he seems genuinely sweet, so he might not get into shady territory).

Chen is gone...

And I don't blame him. Annie is out-of-this-world-gorgeous. And shameless. And a mess. Which, obviously, means I'm in love with her.

Why do I get the feeling that this dude...

Is full of bullshit?

I love their dynamic:

Annie is like the big sister with the crazy stories and the boys are the younger brothers who tease her relentlessly about those stories.

Considering how the first episode started, the boys will have her back no matter what. This is the kind of sibling energy I love.

Btw, that blue light...

Is gorgeous. And mixed with the pink from the neon sign (in the pics above), creating that purplish light... I'm in heaven!

Look at my pretty thief:

My grandfather always told me never to fall for a pretty face. I've managed to avoid it in real life, but in fiction... Anything is possible in fiction.

I can't stop laughing...

Because Guy's character here is sooooo different from his character in The Warp Effect (which I finished watching yesterday). Those two roles couldn't be more different and I love the duality.

Also, his character here (Yuth) is so ridiculous he makes me laugh out of embarrassment and just because. I love him so much.

I'm rooting for Team Annie...

Because I love them all so much. Even my little thief.

And I love how all the boys stepped closer to Annie in this scene:

They've got her back (and, hopefully, for more reasons than just their employment, lol). For someone who values loyalty, this is doing things to me. This group (especially Annie) is the reason I'm already invested in this series.

Oh, baby, why do you have to ruin the good vibes I had just now?

I wonder what baggage he carries. What worries and fears he's holding on to for him to say this. Because, clearly, this kid is hurting. He's possibly even been burned in the past (he hasn't revealed why he was in jail yet, right?). So much so that he would rather play it like he doesn't care than be open to consider being friendly with the others.

And then there's Moodang who cried because he was so touched by Gayu sharing his tips with them. And he was touched because...

And because he was used to fighting on his own.

He's the complete opposite of Auto. Moodang isn't afraid to be vulnerable and honest about not really having any family or close friends. And then, when Choke says that Moodang has them now... Fuck, I love them so much!

These two are going to hook up, right?

It's pretty obvious, right? I'm not being completely delulu, am I?

Dude...

It's probably because it is fake. Seriously, he's so sus. Don't trust him, Kungten!

So far, I love Annie and her team. Their dynamic is great, and even though Auto seems a bit like an outsider now (out of his own choice and some of Choke's harshness), I believe that will change in coming episodes.

Since my image limit is reached, I'll switch over to a new post.

[eyeballcommander]

@bishop-percival

(Previous) Yes! Excellent cut! Even through Percival’s blurry and bruised vision, the sight of that beautiful, beautiful blood made him smile wickedly. He wanted more than drops… He quickly swiped his non-knife-wielding hand across the wound he’d just inflicted, then wiped his glove across his mouth, effectively “licking” it. Doing so earned him another punch to the face. But it was worth it.

"Did you just drink my blood!?" ?Commander Peepers shuddered in disgust as he yelled, "Whadda creep!" His next punch was aimed at the blood on that skunk's face with the duel purpose of getting revenge for that sick display and desperately attempting to wipe it off before something happened.

Unfortunately a watchdog's absorption rate was too high to stop it now. Heck, they couldn't even spit the majority of what they drank out if they wanted to. Commander Peepers reached for his handkerchief to blot up what he could anyways.

Things were looking up for ol’ Bishop Percival. He ran some quick calculations in his head. With how much magical energy he’d expelled already during the fight, factored in with how much the Commander is likely to resist, Percy should have around… A minute and a half of fun before he used up too much energy to function. That would be plenty. A sudden burst of black smoke poured from both of his hands like a fog machine. The Commander froze in place. The Bishop crawled out from under him. He was going to put on a show for the jumbotron.

When the smoke came Commander Peepers instinctively covered his face with his arms. At first it seemed like nothing happened since he chalked up his freezing to his own fear response. But then he knees failed to press harder down on that rat to prevent him from slipping away. Instead he fell flat on his face without even being able to adjust his center of gravity.

Which left him in a embarrassingly prone position that resembled someone cowering in the face of an opponent they had no hope of beating. The twitchy movements that resulted from resisting with all his willpower while being forcibly pressed back into place by magic probably looked like sobbing from a distance.

“Hmmm? What’s wrong, Commander Peepers? Feeling remorse for how you’ve been treating Lord Hater’s faithful bishop? I may forgive you… If you grovel for me.”

"Why would I!? YOU should be the one feeling sorry about how you've treated his right hand man!"

Bishop Percival twisted his hands around, adjusting Commander Peepers’ pose like a puppet. It was easy to get him into a groveling position since he was already on the ground. “Ah, that’s better… Unfortunately for you, though, Glorn is unmerciful. We will never forgive you.”

By now Peepers was sobbing as he found himself solidly trapped in his deepest fear. Only this time he lost control in a far more literal sense. And he wasn't sure how much of his body's shakiness was due to him fighting in vain or trembling in terror.

"STOP BEING A COWARD AND KNOCK OFF THE CHEAP TRICKS!!"

Meanwhile, Hater paced in his box booth. There's never been a watchdog Peepers couldn't beat! So he never thought he would be in any real danger! But now instead of putting his newest little nemesis in his place he was being thoroughly humiliated in a horrifying display.

If it was anyone else Hater would find it hilarious. With his best bud though? It was sickeningly, unnecessary cruelty.

Should he step in? Or would C.Peeps only get mad and claim that his interference injured his overblown pride?

Bishop Percival ripped Commander Peepers' arms up towards the sky, which caused him to leap up and land on his feet. “Your only use now is as a sacrifice. What’s this? You’ll do it yourself? Why, thank you sir!”

Once he reached the sacrifice bullshit (and confirmed that he was running sentient sacrifices on his ship!) it was clear that nothing Peepers said mattered. Just another way he snatched his autonomy away.

"HEY! AT LEAST ACKNOWLEDGE WHAT I'M SAYING!"

The Bishop moved his arm, movements which Peepers mirrored, until Peepers’ hand was in his pocket. He gripped his blaster and pulled it out, first pointing at Percy.

Whipping out and pointing his blaster at Percy was the first fluid motion Commander Peepers made since he'd gotten bound in metaphorical strings. It was what he'd been trying to do this entire time anyways. And for a brief moment he had the illusion of control.

“No no Commander, that’s the wrong way!” Percival cheekily chided. He twisted his hands around to orient the blaster towards the Commander.

Puppeting Peepers into turning his own weapon against himself consumed far more magic than any previous actions. Yet surely it was worth it to see the great Commander Peepers sobbing his heart out.

“Any last wor-...” With how hard Commander Peepers was resisting, Percival found himself more spent than expected. “Actually, We don’t care.”

Peepers clenched his eye shut in anticipation as he cried out, "PLEASE! MAKE IT ST-"

Bishop Percival snapped his fingers, effectively making Commander Peepers pull the trigger.

His surrender was cut off by his blaster firing directly at him. Turning it to full power in preparation for blasting Bishop Percival's face off had backfired in the end. At least... Lord Hater has trained him to deal with far worse blasts...

The force of it sent Peepers flying backwards and knocked him out cold, with his twisted arms being torn from his trusty blaster in the recoil. It clattered at the victor's feet.

Lord Hater froze in shock before exploding into rage. How DARE that stupid magic man do that to his C.Peeps! Hater teleported between the two with a loud burst of thunder, protectively scooped up his fallen friend, blasted that bastard, and teleported out as quickly as he came.

The crowd fell completely silent. After a long pause (and time to walk around the huge stadium) Andy checked to make sure Lord Hater was gone before slipping into his "box booth" and plugging his microphone into the Doom Arena's sound system. During which his bud, Cameron, kept his camera on the field.

"Well... that got weird at the end but... There you have it folks! Commander Peepers has been beaten by no other than our magical support, BIIIIIISSSHHHHOOOP PEEERCIVAAALLL!!!"

A few watchdogs hesitantly clapped, with only the Glornists fully into it. Then they grew louder, more confident in their excitement at one of them finally beating the tyrant most if not all had the displeasure of directly dealing with.

Soon the others joined the Glornists in hooting and hollering while raining victory confetti into The Pit. Someone even loaded balloons full of the stuff into repurposed t-shirt canons which popped when they landed near Bishop Percival.

(Epilogue)