#never in my life have i yelled but that doesn't make sense at my screen so many times

[selfish-cat]

Veilguard Re-imagined

Given how DAV turned out to be, I think it would've been much more interesting if it was more in line with what Trespasser was hinting at. Spoilers below:

Instead of ooo bad evil gods and bad evil people, the factions could've been so much more nuanced. And you know who would've been super involved? The elves. Elves still struggling with the truth of their Vallaslin. Elves tired of being treated like dirt. Elves who are proud of their heritage.

I'm imagining the main 3 factions would be:

Evanuris: The base of their followers would be the Dalish who have worshipped them for centuries and don their Vallaslin. Whether or not the Inquisitor spreads the news about their tyranny (and whether or not they're believed), as a people who have lost everything time and time again, why would you turn away the chance to regain the former glory your people once had? The gods wouldn't have to try very hard. They were leaders once of course they know how to sway people. Make them sympathetic! Show them mourning their friends and lovers and lost empire. Have them cast doubt over Solas' claims! They can still have their "bullies and tyrants" and their blighted dragons but they would also have the desperate and disillusioned, maybe some of whom you can still reach out to and pull back.

If you want to bring the Blight in, it would be easy enough to blight their followers under the premise of empowerment (Solas isn't the only one who can lie). Instead of throwing a billion reavers at me, give me intelligent blighted creatures who think they're reclaiming their agency, who think they're avenging themselves, their loved ones, and their ancestors by spreading the blight to cities. It would also be a good way to distinguish between the gods' followers and other factions.

You know who wouldn't be joining them? Tevinter supremacists whose Imperium past prided themselves on conquering the elves. Or the Antaam who haven't renounced their beliefs and upbringing—you don't shake off that lifelong wariness of magic unless a lot of people get real chill with a lot of things real fast. I'm not touching the Butcher part because I still don't understand it although confused, lost track of the plot, wanting to turn yourself inside out? Relatable.

Fen'Harel: Rather than being relegated to a troll in the comments, let Solas lead the army he amassed in Trespasser??? All the Dalish and the city elves who are tired of being systematically oppressed and have been for literal ages?? He clearly cares for their freedom, as established in DAI (I had feelings when he finally called the Dalish "our people" but then it was followed by EA/Bioware nonsense). Other than the one line about him breaking the chains of slaves at the beginning, his deeds are never mentioned again other than to berate Rook.

I think his forces would be smaller. More scouts and spirits that specialize in skirmishes. It would be a three-way fight between the Evanuris, Solas, and Rook (with support from the Inquisitor and different implications depending on whether you disbanded or not). I think it'd be very interesting if you established a friendship/romance with Solas' and his forces withdrew when the Inquisitor appears vs. continue fighting if you decide to burn that bridge because choices matter EA. None of the elves in his forces will have their Vallaslin.

Keep the flashbacks. Keep the lore. Keep Mythal. But also keep the character instead of teehee lied to you again why would I listen to reason uwu.

Rook: None of the party needs to change or even the order of recruitment or any of the powers at play. They're all so charming and fun and clearly written with love.

Of course Harding will be there as a rep from the Inquisition. Let her work through her struggles with the Maker and the Golden City lore. Let her explore Titan lore but in a way that doesn't end with welp guess that's that and now let's not bring it up again since there definitely won't be implications with dwarves across all of Thedas. Neve works with the Shadow Dragons and would be sympathetic to the whole situation. Keep Aelia and involve the Venatori that way—strictly in Tevinter and unrelated to the gods. I imagine their forces were severely weakened after Corypheus. They can still kill the Archon in preparation of installing one of their own in if they want because that'd be in line with their established motives.

Bellara and Davrin can help shed a light on their perspective of things. Bellara tries in DAV but given how elf involvement was basically dismissed with "nah they're steering clear of the evil gods and we defs don't have a problem with any of this" t'was rough. It would've made more sense bringing Cyrian back aligned with the gods than suddenly bringing up a Forgotten One (excellent DLC option in the Tirashan though). Davrin struggling to distance himself from his heritage and empowerment via Wardenhood and fatherhood (lol) is very interesting to explore instead of idk being a farm boy even though it'd be awfully hard to farm without a permanent settlement, which apparently was a thing but I digress. Keep the griffons and Isseya but tie her to Ghilan'nain in a sympathetic but warped way (of course Ghilan'nain loves the griffons and is sympathetic to their plight. Why not make them better? Isseya's a city elf but why would she doubt the Mother of Halla?) Also definitely keep that chat with Solas and have more of that!

Lucanis and Crow lore. Imagine debating with him about practices of kidnapping and torturing children to train them. Characters can grow and learn (look at my best boy Dorian) and when he gets promoted to First Talon, maybe he'll keep your words in mind if your bond is high enough. Taash and Emerich had more personal things to deal with which is great. Not every character arc has to be directly tied back to the Big Bads. In DAV's case, it would've made more sense if they were just standalone issues instead of trying to be like "yeahh y'know, Venatori support. Yup."

And if you play Rook as an elf, there should definitely be a city elf and Dalish option because they're different cultures EA. You can't just have options like "I'm Dalish where it counts" and say "Our Gods" and "Your People" in the same scene because what even does that mean EA. Very good posts about this stuff here and here and here

Ending: At the end of this power struggle, where the gods are inevitably taken down, instead of a uwu everyone lived happily ever after except those who died, there are! Ramifications! Those were elven gods that almost destroyed everything! Why would they just let elves be and the Dalish chill and settle in Arlathan Forest (nvm why they were allowed back in the first place given how the Dalish treat the Dales and how they expect people to react to their presence there)?

Depending on how you play all your games (or a neutral score for new players), I think this is where you see the results of your choices. Did you garner sympathy and support from leaders? What leaders did you put in place? Will things return to a tense status quo? Will there be another Exalted March where they're driven even farther away? Or will there be introspection and understanding maybe resulting in a new Halamshiral for the Dalish somewhere and more rights for city elves?

As for Solas, I think his outcome would depend on the Inquisitor's choice in Trespasser. Do you kill him, leaving any future attempts to breach the Veil a risk? Do you fade into obscurity with him to live out a peaceful life in secrecy? Or do you convince him to give Thedas as is a second chance now that the gods are gone? He can disappear, maybe he occasionally has visitors or visits those he considers friends while keeping an eye on the world and the Veil (he'll be the new Veilguard which would make that ending line make more sense)?

[slayfics]

Illumi comes with a warning.

900 words

Warnings: mentions of death

You sat in your room, a gentle breeze swept through bringing the fresh air in with it. It was peaceful, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone enjoying the fleeting relaxation that is so hard to come by nowadays.

Giggling at a silly video, another breeze came through, strong enough to blow your curtains this time. The rustling caught your attention, and your eyes diverted from your screen to your curtains to watch them stir. The breeze continued and with it, your curtains flowed, however, the shadow of a figure behind your curtains became visible.

You screamed at the intrusion, curtains settling down revealing the man behind the curtains. Long black hair flowing he stated, "I didn't mean to startle you."

"Illumi?!" You exclaimed confused, unsure why the assassin had appeared in your room.

"Quick, we have to go," he said shortly.

"Hu? What do you mean?" You asked, but without answering he grabbed you, moving you both a great distance from your house in a matter of seconds. Once satisfied by the distance Illumi hid with you behind a building.

"What the hell is going on?!" You asked again, irritated at the hasty removal from your peaceful room.

"Keep your voice down," Illumi instructed before explaining, "Someone has hired my father to kill you."

"WHAT!?" You yelled.

Illumi covered your mouth, "I said keep your voice down," he instructed once more. "You have to be quiet. Do you understand?"

You nodded slowly eyes wide at the information Illumi had just explained. If this was true, and someone had hired Silva to assassinate you, you were on borrowed time.

"Illumi, that doesn't make any sense. Who would pay that price to kill me?" You asked.

"I cannot tell you that," he answered.

"I just don't get it... I don't think I've pissed off anyone that much," you wondered. Before you could dispute the point any further you heard a deafening sound, something that you could only imagine was a devastating explosion.

You peered around the side of the building; the sight made your blood run cold. Your place was destroyed, only rumble where it used to be. However, the surrounding buildings and monuments were untouched.

Illumi quickly snatched you back behind the building, "Do you want to die!?" He scolded.

"Of course not! But if your father is after me, I'm as good as dead already!" You spat back, fear gripping you at accepting you were in the last moments of your life.

"No. Not if you're quiet and listen to me," Illumi stated.

You looked up at him, your mouth agape unsure if you understood him correctly, "You... you're going to help me?" It didn't make any sense to you that Illumi would go against his family business.

"My father was hired to kill you, not me," he explained. "All I have to do is kill who hired my father, then you'll be safe. My father won't have a reason to kill you if he's not collecting money for it."

"Oh. So, you- want me to pay you then? To assassinate whoever hired Silva to kill me," You clarified. Understanding now Illumi must have been coming to you for a guaranteed job.

Illumi started at you blankly, "No. I would never illicit a job that way."

Your expression mirrored the same bewildered expression Illumi had. You couldn't believe he was offering to kill someone for you without payment and for the purpose of saving your life. Your adventures had brought you two to cross paths several times, but you didn't realize how much your company had grown on him.

"Thank you," he said softly.

"Save your gratitude for after I pull this off," he said.

"Ok, so what is the plan?" You asked.

"While I hunt down and kill who hired my father, I have to keep you somewhere my father won't find easily," Illumi explained. "I think that will best be achieved if I'm able to manipulate you freely," Illumi said, holding up pins between his fingers.

You started at the pins settled between his fingers, hesitant to answer. His plan was to keep you hidden and undetectable. It makes sense that to do that he would want full control over you. Under his control, you would follow his lead without any questions or communication needed.

Yet, the thought crossed your mind of if Illumi was telling the truth. Is it possible this was a big ruse for Illumi to manipulate you easily, and without a fight? What if, Illumi was actually the Zoldyck hired to kill you, and this was his way of doing it gently?

"Hm? Don't you trust me?" he asked.

Truthfully no, no you didn't trust him. You weren't so naive to blindly believe an assassin. Yet, what was the other option?

If this was the truth and you denied Illumi's help, Silva would kill you. If this was a lie and Illumi's way of killing you softly, and you fought back, Illumi would kill you. Any way you looked at it, you only had one slim chance of survival. To hope that Illumi was being honest.

"Yes, yes I trust you." You whispered looking back up at Illumi.

"Good, this will only sting for a second," he promised, swiftly piercing you with his Nen needles.

sinners: @unofficialsapphire @illumiiiz @hyperiondickrider

[roses-for-rosalyn]

Hey sweetheart, I have this idea about cop!Ellie and cop!reader I've never shared bc I'm so shy to ask, but if you are open to write about it here it is.(sorry if something doesn't make sense inglish is not my first lenguage)

Well Ellie and reader are work partners and they don't really like each other because Ellie is kinda mean?(she is the director btw) but there's a tension between them anyways. So they have a night shift together and on the way in the car the reader begins to flirt, like touching ellie's thigh, and she stops in a field and fucks the reader brains out<33

-💌

This took forever but I hope I did your idea justice!

a/n: sorry I haven’t written anything in so long, life is crazy

Ellie x reader

Wc: 3k (roughly)

Minors dni 🔞 (I will jump through your screen and poke you in the eyes I stg)

CWs: police officer! Ellie and reader, play girl Ellie, fem reader, cop stuff idk, enemies to lovers (ish?), thigh riding, overstim, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), multiple orgasms

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As a small town cop things rarely became dangerous, so on the rare occasion things did go awry no one was really prepared. You got a call about a car speeding through town at about 90 miles an hour. It quickly becomes a chase with Williams at the wheel. Before she even starts catching up to the car you both begin bickering on what roads to take to catch up and who can read the license plate better. The world becomes a blur as the car picks up speed, the roaring of the engine and the sound of the sirens make it hard to hear anything.

You attempt to shout over the noise, “Williams we might be able to catch them if we take-”

“Shutthefuckup I know what I’m doing!” She yells back even louder, more irritated because you dared tell her what to do. She didn’t even let you finish and she missed the turn that would have taken you ahead of the car to block their path.

“Williams we’re gonna lose ‘em.” You couldn’t convince her, you’re not sure anyone could have. The car takes a sudden turn and she misses it, she quickly reverses and turns down the dirt road only for the car to disappear from sight. She tries to make a few turns but it’s useless, these roads went in every direction with thick woods surrounding them. Even townies got lost in there.

She slows the car down eventually coming to a stop in the middle of the road and quietly mutters “Fuck.” under her breath.

“Maybe you should have listened to the directional advice from someone who was fucking born here instead of trying to do everything yourself.” You can’t help but notice you scolded her like a primary school teacher, but she makes it so hard when she acts like this.

“Please I don’t need a fucking ‘I told you so’ talk right now.” She huffs.

“I hope you know this is completely your fault, I can’t fucking believe-”

“I swear to god if you keep talking I’m going to kick you out of this goddamn car.” She turns and looks at you straight in the eye, challenging you. Her tone is eerily calm. You narrow your gaze but say nothing, turning to look straight ahead. And with that she drives you both back to the station, defeated with only half of the criminal's license plate.

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Patrol partners are supposed to be friends- Or at least friend-ly. That’s what anyone would assume, you have to spend every day together, not getting along would just result in various inconvenient miscommunications and misunderstandings.

Yeah, well you weren’t that lucky. Your patrol partner is Ellie Williams aka “Williams” according to her various male coworkers. Her female coworkers tended to lean more towards nicknames like “whore” or “slut” considering she hooked up with a couple of them and then acted like she barely knew them at work the next day and did it all over again. She had to start finding hookups outside the station last month because all her go-tos had refused her unless she wanted something serious. On top of that the few that she got with turned the rest of the girls against her, all she had left was you and all the guys at the station- and you didn’t really count since you were forced to be with her. This meant recently she was particularly irritable considering she couldn’t find a lot- if any- women to relieve any of her tension, so patrolling with her for the past 30 days has been hell.

On a more positive note it made gossiping with your coworkers over coffee the best part of your day. They would talk about their hookups which would inevitably lead back to shit talking Williams- which you would enthusiastically participate in considering how she treated you on the job. However they all agreed that they tolerated it for as long as they did because the sex was good. And you believed them because they had to put up with some crazy bullshit from her. A tiny part of you yearned for them to explain just how good it was, but you’d never ever give in to that curiosity.

Williams- on the rare occasion she would say anything- was mean, she would make snide comments all the time no matter what task you were taking on. She had some sort of superiority complex because she was- admittedly- very good at her job. She had transferred from some big city to your small town station and she had much more experience. She was incredibly skilled at taking people down when she needed to. However, compared to her old job, barely anything happens here. When something did happen she would insist on taking over the task almost every single time, the only thing she couldn’t trump you in was de-escalation. She was terrible at communication and that was most of the job. Calls would mostly be noise complaints or welfare checks, so you took the lead for those and it drove her crazy. She couldn’t stand being inferior to anyone, especially on the job. So you were squabbling constantly.

And for some reason tonight she was in a particularly bad mood. You’re stationed on the side of the road, keeping watch for anyone disobeying any road safety laws and Williams is silent. Not particularly unusual, but her body language was odd, she was weirdly tense. She sat fidgeting with her hands, picking at her cuticles, occasionally glancing up if she heard a car. Nothing in you wanted to show you cared at all for her, because you didn’t, but at this point you were so bored you didn’t care if you started one of your usual squabbles.

“Something wrong Williams?” You tentatively ask.

“ ‘m fine, just tired.” she says, still not glancing up.

“You seem offly tense for a tired person.” You try to push her a bit.

She finally looks up at you, her expression remaining neutral “Considering your observations, you really think now’s a good time to test me sweetheart?” God you hated when she called you that, she refused to refer to you by your last name, always resorting to some condescending nickname.

You roll your eyes, just as you were about to respond a staticky voice interrupts, asking for anyone available for a call about a noise complaint about two minutes away. Ellie picks up the walkie and calls in saying she could take it and starts the car.

You drive there in silence and to no one’s surprise it’s Mrs. Taylor. She frequently calls at night whenever she hears her teenage neighbors so much as talk loud enough for her to hear. And every time she would make you both walk over to them and ask them to quiet down.

This time though when you got out of the car you could hear muffled music coming from the neighbor’s all the way from Mrs. Taylor’s lawn. You walk up to her door, Williams following silently, and knock gently a couple of times. You hear soft shuffling, a lock clicking and then the door opens revealing the grumpy old woman’s tired face. She’s wearing a long dusty pink robe, striped pajama pants and ratty slippers, clearly she had been recently woken up by the noise.

“Hello Mrs. Taylor.” You smile politely.

“Hello dear.” She smiles back at you, but falters for a moment when she spots your partner, refusing to acknowledge her presence. She used to babysit all the kids in the neighborhood, you were always her favorite. She treated everyone else like they were some sort of pest, especially outsiders.

“Neighbors bothering you again?” You already knew the answer, but you felt the need to be polite.

“I can’t sleep with all that ruckus, rotten children they are. Too bad too, they used to be the sweetest when they were little.” She shook her head.

“Alright we’ll get it all sorted out, you can go back to bed.” You nod your head.

The old woman smiles before reaching forward and pinching your cheek while saying “You’re so good to me dear. Come over for dinner some time so I can make it up to you.”

“Just doing my job ma'am.” You reassure her.

“Well, goodnight. Call me tomorrow morning and we’ll sort something out.” She begins shuffling backwards, and grabs the door handle.

“Good night Mrs. Taylor.” You wave at her and she closes the door.

“God you’re unbelievable.” Ellie scoffs from behind you.

“What?” you turn around to face her.

“Would it kill you to be nice to me like that once in a while?” For the life of you you could not figure out where this was coming from.

“You have to earn it.” You retort, while beginning to walk to the neighbors house. Ellie just huffs and jogs a bit to catch up to you, god forbid you get ahead of her in any way.

You make your way to the house, the bass rattling your teeth by the time you're on the front stoop. Ellie takes her usual spot behind you and you knock loudly, bashing your fist against the door. Hopefully someone hears so you don’t have to make a scene, they weren’t bad kids. Sure enough the music turns off and the door opens slowly revealing a set of scared, round eyes.

“Hey Kelly.” You knew her well from the past complaints, she was pretty polite especially for a teenager. The poor girl was practically shaking. “You probably know why we’re here.” She nods slowly. “Ok, so just do us a favor and turn your music down so we don’t get another call from Mrs. Taylor alright?” you say gently, knowing when you’re in uniform everything about you was intimidating enough without you having to yell.

“Th-that’s it?” She asks, her whole body shaking with adrenaline at this point.

“Yup, just make sure this doesn’t happen again. Shouldn’t have the volume that high anyway, it’s bad for your hearing.” You smile, “Probably don’t want to go deaf by the time you’re 20.”

Kelly just nods again “O-ok thank you. We’ll keep it down, promise.”

“Alright have a good night, stay out of trouble.” You turn away and Ellie does the same.

The walk back to the car is silent except for the steady hum of cicadas. You’re about to put your seatbelt on when Ellie says “So what do I have to do?”

You pause your movements, “What?”

“What do I have to do to earn it?” When you still look confused she elaborates “You being nice to me. What do I have to do to earn that?”

“I don’t know. With the way you treat me it’s almost like you enjoy me being mean to you.” You let out a dry laugh.

She slowly leans towards you, “Oh, I do.” She says, her tone changing completely, her voice becomes raspy and deep, almost like a whisper and a smirk tugs at her lips. “I love making you mad, but something tells me you’re even more delightful when you’re all sweet like that.”

“Williams what-” She leans even closer, inches away from your face and suddenly you forgot everything that wasn’t Ellie. You couldn’t utter a word if you tried.

“Tell me.” Her eyes flicker from yours to your lips. “What.” Her lips are so close you can almost feel her words. “To do.” You let out a sigh and give in, abandoning all logic you press your lips against hers. She stiffens but then her hands automatically move to cup your jaw so she can deepen the kiss. Her tongue swipes across your lips, inviting them to open. You can’t really move, unable to completely process what’s happening. She’s so warm and soft and everything you didn’t expect.

She starts making her way down to your neck, exploring your reactions as she kisses and sucks at the sensitive skin. A small whimper escapes from your lips, and Ellie is sure she’s never heard something more intoxicating.

“Williams-” She finds a particular spot behind your ear that causes you to let out a quiet moan, making you forget how to speak for a moment.

“W-we can’t do this here, you know that.” She stops and moves her head to meet your gaze.

“You’re right, we should probably find someplace where we don’t run the risk of teenagers or Mrs. Taylor finding us.” That wasn’t what you meant but it was probably the first time she had ever agreed with you the entire time you’ve been partners.

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She pulls off the road into a field and as soon as she parks she immediately starts where she left off. Somehow she knew exactly how to reduce you to a whimpering mess in mere moments. In between kisses she whispers “Take off your belt.” Her tone was so sure and dominant it sent a wave of arousal straight to your center. You do as she says, you forgot you had put on your utility belt for the call, but she clearly took note. You try not to move too much as she continues marking up your skin. She stops again, “Now get in the back.” She doesn’t wait for your response before taking her own utility belt off, leaving it in the front seat and opening her door. It was a little more work in a patrol car considering there were bars separating the front and backseat, but at this point neither of you cared much.

Ellie is first to sit down in the back and shut the door behind her, you do the same and crawl over to straddle her lap. “You feelin a little eager, sweetheart?” She looks at you with that obnoxious smirk on her face, but this time it didn’t annoy you as much as it usually did. You kiss the grin off her face before moving to her neck, listening to her little sighs and moans as you press your lips to her soft skin. The noises she’s making send arousal straight to your aching center and you begin to grind down on her lap, desperate for some kind of relief. She starts taking off your belt with trembling, eager fingers and throws it off to the side. You reach for hers as she untucks your shirt and begins unbuttoning it as quickly as she could, leaving you in your tank top. Your lips meet hers and the kisses grow hungrier by the second, each of you becoming more and more eager to undress the other.

As you begin to unfasten Ellie’s shirt she sighs in frustration, “Jesus christ all these fucking layers are driving me crazy.”

You laugh and say in between kisses, “Gotta make you work for it Williams.” With that she rips off your tank top, and immediately begins groping your breasts over your bra. You moan into her mouth and begin to grind down onto her even harder. Ellie notices and spreads her legs a bit, moving your leg in between hers so you were straddling her thigh. Relief rushes through you as you lower down onto her muscular thigh and begin moving your hips back and forth. She reaches behind you to unclasp your bra leaving your top half bare for her. She can’t resist breaking the kiss to move her focus to your chest, taking your nipple in her mouth with a satisfied hum. A soft whine escapes your lips as her warm tongue circles your sensitive nipples. Her hands have a steady hold on your hips, encouraging you to move against her thigh, harder and faster. Yours have found a home in her hair, tugging harder and harder as your pleasure builds on itself causing Ellie to groan as arousal begins to pool in her boxers.

“Get up.” Ellie commands in a hoarse whisper that sends butterflies straight to your cunt. You climb off her and lean against the car door. The sight of you in the dim moonlight, topless with spread legs and unzipped pants, a fucked out expression on your face almost has Ellie coming right then and there. She unties your shoes and gently removes them, before grabbing the hem of your pants and tugging them down in one swift motion. She crawls between your legs and wraps her arms around each of your thighs, gently kissing a path to your dripping cunt. A wet spot had formed on your panties causing your face to become hot from embarrassment, but Ellie seemed to have a different reaction “God you’re so beautiful, it’s driving me crazy.” She begins teasing you over the fabric of your underwear, running her fingers up and down your slit. A whimper escapes your lips as a silent plea for more, but she continues teasing. She finally pulls the fabric of your underwear to the side and takes a moment before gently blowing on your soaked folds.

“Please-” you manage to whimper as the cool air from Ellie’s lips hits your warm center sending a pleasurable shock through you. You would expect for her to make you beg for it, but she immediately obliged, licking a line from your dripping entrance to your clit. You gasp and grip on to her hair, searching for anything to hold on to as pleasure overwhelms every one of your senses. Ellie groans at the feeling as she begins gently licking at your clit, teasing you. The sound sends vibrations through your lower body and you moan at the feeling, now losing any control you had over the volume of your voice. She begins moving her tongue in circles over your sensitive bud as she teases your entrance with a slender finger. You let out the loudest moan yet, encouraging Ellie to plunge her finger further inside you. It slides in easily, arousal practically coating your thighs at this point. Suddenly she hits the spot causing a desperate whiny “Oh fuck,” To escape from your swollen lips as you clench lightly around her finger. She adds a second, the feeling of her two fingers causes a satisfying amount of pressure to fill your cunt. She hits a spot that you swear sends white light through your closed eyes and keeps hitting it with every rough, slow thrust of her fingers. Your hips begin to move, trying to get her to fuck you harder but she only pins your down by your waist with her free hand forcing you to endure her painful pace. “Ellie,” you whine, “please- I-“ you cut yourself off with a moan.

“What do you need sweetheart?” She pauses briefly to look at your fucked out expression and your arousal has dropped all the down her chin. The very sight almost does you in.

“Please,” you beg her in hopes she’ll spare you the humiliation of asking her.

“Mm mm,” she lightly shakes her head “words baby.” That was a much better nickname, the way she said baby made your cunt flutter around her fingers

“P-please-” you sigh before finishing “-fuck me harder pleasee.” You think that’s probably the most pathetic you’ll ever sound but Ellie obeys. She sucks your puffy clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hypersensitive nub before moving her fingers faster. She picks up speed until you can’t think about anything but Ellie’s mouth and fingers. The pace was practically inhuman, you tilt your head back as a silent scream rips it’s way through you before you moan “fffuuckk,” in a high pitched tone. She continues moving her hands rapidly in and out of you curling them at just the right angle. You begin to flutter around her fingers and she knew you were close.

“Almost there baby?” All you can do in response in moan, she has you practically incapacitated. She giggled a little “Good, come for me.” As her words reached your ears your pleasure finally hit it’s peak. You begin writing against Ellie’s fingers as you roughly clench down on them. Your pleasure rips through you in overwhelming waves, moans uncontrollably leaving your lips as Ellie’s fingers continue their brutal pace. She doesn’t let up though, she keeps going as your clit grows more and more sensitive. You tug at her hair but she doesn’t move, she continues as your hips begin bucking against her arm that was pinning you down.

“Ellie it’s too much I can’t-”

“You can take one more can’t you sweetheart?” She asks sweetly as she fucks your sensitive hole with no mercy. You just nod and she continues sucking and licking at your clit, occasionally moaning which only enhanced the overwhelming pleasure. This time you were more tightly wound up and faster. It didn’t take long before you approached the edge again, the feeling twice as intense. You almost worry as it begins to build and build, just as you thought you had reached your peak it kept going. You finally topple over the edge as Ellie’s teeth lightly graze your clit, the feeling sending you into overdrive. You tugs Ellie’s hair harder than you ever had before as you make a mess all over the seats and Ellie’s mouth and fingers. She laps it all up contently, actually backing down when you pushed her away this time. She leans back into her knees and tries to catch her breath.

A smirk grows on your face as you begin leaning towards her, “it’s your turn.”

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Idrk how I feel about this but at least I finished it 😀👍

Reblogs and notes are always appreciated and encouraged 💕‼️

Hopefully I will start updating more but I can’t really promise anything lmao

[soft-pine]

spn20rewatch: the thing about supernatural season 1 episode 13 route 666 is that cassie robinson is the most beautiful woman i have ever seen.

she is also a truly phenomenal, compelling, dynamic character and it sucks she's only in one episode!

but what an episode it is. i think similarly to bugs, route 666 gets a lot of hate. and, again, i'm not going to defend it against people who do experience it negatively. but the way route 666 simply lays out the truth of the racial violence black people experience is pretty straightforward and uncompromising. it's important the way it just says: white people controlled the town, the police, the paper, the violence, the courts. and that's so bad. it's important the way it reaffirms so so many times that none of that was very long ago at all. it's important the why it says that that violence and injustice was so extreme that it haunts and stalks the present and still has the power to kill.

i hope i'm saying this in a way that makes sense. but i love the way both bugs and route 666 clearly name historical injustices and thematically show how the ramifications of that injustice and violence are still deeply present today. supernatural doesn't often handle politicized things head on and it is kind of fascinating to me that the two episodes with some of strongest politics happen in season 1.

i have a few other stray thoughts about this episode... 1. as a tractor operator it kills me that that little kubota is able to pull a water-logged truck out of a lake with its tires that deep in mud (i can't actually make out the model of the tractor (just the loader arm attachment) but, affectionately, no way).

2. it is always so special to me that dean's first on-screen romance is with his long-term ex. commitment boy i love you.

3. "i'm still really involved with my dad's work." spams the spiral-eyes emoji

4. i love that dean told cassie the truth about his life and hunting. i love that he didn't want to lie to her! it's kinda crazy that sam yells at him for it because sam never told jess. like dude no one was stopping you?

5. why did they make the racist truck look so much like john's gmc? like okay i know this is kinda a stretch (there's lots of kinds of big black trucks) maybe but it always reminds me of the grand sierra...

6. okay again we see dean just decide to play the role of bait to give sam time to work out a plan. but the plan sam works out is for dean to play even riskier bait (without communicating that!!). dean's shocked, pitched-up voice and stressed-out slamming his hands on the steering wheel, ough oof ow owie yeoch.

[lou-struck]

Are You Watching?

Katsuki Bakugou x reader

~ Bakugou has never seen your favorite movie before, and so you end up watching him more than the movie.

Genre: Fluff

a/n: I do this alot, I just get so excited when I’m watching one of my favorite movies with someone I want to know that they are liking it.

As you walk through your front door and kick off your shoes that just don't quite fit right, you are hit with an overwhelming sense of victory.

Today was a bitch, but you made it through unscathed.

That in itself calls for a celebration of self-care. With Katsuki still out on patrol for a bit, you decide to slip into something cozy, get yourself a big bowl of microwavable popcorn, and take out your stack of DVDs.

But these aren't just any DVDs; these are your favorite comfort movies, the kind you can watch anytime and never get bored. You know every line by heart, quoting the lines under your breath and laughing in anticipation of your favorite scenes.

You've only been watching for twenty minutes or so, but your mood has already been raised up out of the gutters of exhaustion and disappeared when you first came home.

"Oi, what are you watching?" a familiar guff voice calls from behind you, sending elated prickles over your skin as your turn around.

Katsuki Bakugou, your boyfriend leans up against the doorway, he looks so natural, but you have a feeling he posed himself that way to look cool in front of you. You pause the movie and turn your full attention to your handsome partner, who looks just as exhausted as you did earlier.

"Suki, I didn't hear you come in." you smile, scooting over on the couch. "Get changed and come watch these with me."

"Haven't you seen this one before?" he yells from down the hall, already changing into his comfy clothes. He loves watching movies with you; it makes him feel normal after a long day dealing with the worst society has to offer.

"Yeah, so? It's one of my favorites," you call back defensively. "What's the big deal?"

"I just don't get how you can watch the same damn movie so many times," he grumbles, coming back into the living room wearing a black shirt and some flannel pajama bottoms you got him for Christmas last year. He is already looking more relaxed than he did before. Off in the distance, you can barely make out the sound of the washing machine buzzing to life, cleaning the rest of the day out of his hero costume.

"But you haven't seen it yet." you giggle, flipping up the mountain of blankets dramatically so he can get under them with you, patting the now open spot with your other hand.

He chuckles amusedly and joins you on the couch. His warmth comforts you in a different way than the blankets have as you breathe in his familiar scent. "This is much better," you sigh as his arm wraps around you. You place your head on his chest, your favorite kind of pillow.

"Bad day?" he asks, gently rubbing circles onto your skin.

"Not the best," you admit, shuddering at the memories from earlier today. You'd tell him all the annoying details later, but now, unwinding is the priority. "You?"

"It was pretty shitty, but I've had worse," he responds flatly. You believe him; the news coverage today told you all you needed to know about his bad day. 

"Then I guess we can just stay here until it all goes away," you chuckle, reaching for the remote and pressing play. Bakugou wouldn't admit it out loud, but the idea of just staying here on the couch, cozy with you in his arms, is the perfect ending to any day, no matter how shitty it was. 

Your conversation dies down as you both watch the movie. It really is the kind that you can watch over and over again. 

You think to yourself that it's strange that even after watching this movie in your living room so many times, Katsuki has never seen it for himself.

Wait, if he hasn't seen it before, that means he doesn't know about The Twist. 

You find your eyes drifting from the screen over to his handsome face. His crimson gaze remains transfixed on the screen in front of him. There is something so satisfying about watching someone watch your favorite movie so intently. Even if it's one he would not choose to watch himself.

You know what's going to happen, so you don't need to be watching as close. Katsuki is much more interesting right now. How will he react? Some of your friends said that the Twist was predictable, but others said they had no idea it was coming. The anticipation of it all makes you look at him even more intensely. 

Sensing your gaze on him, he turns his head towards you. "What are you looking at?" he huffs, "Do I have somethin on my face?"

"No," you say, looking away quickly, "It's nothing; keep watching."

He shrugs it off and returns his attention to the screen. You try and focus on the movie, but you can't help it; you have to see what he thinks about the Twist. You have to see his face. You shamelessly bring your gaze back over to him, only to find that he is not looking at the screen at all. His eyes are on you.

"Suki, you're not watching; this is important," you whine dramatically as if you are not the whole reason he is distracted in the first place.

He tsks, "How am I supposed to watch the damn movie if you're staring at me like that?" his voice rising in volume. 

"Just pay attention," you pout, crossing your arms over your chest., "I just wanted to see what you thought about the next part. It's my favorite."

His gaze softens as he tries to untangle your crossed arms. "Such a weirdo," he chuckles, leaning over and giving your cheek a quick kiss. "I'm watchin, I Promise."

Despite the dry air outside, his lips are still soft and smooth against your skin. You uncross your arms and return to your previous position on top of him. "You gotta watch," you mumble, trying to discreetly look at him and the screen at the same time.

And then it happens—the Twist. 

The main character being betrayed by their own best friend. You've seen this part so many times you could quote it word for word. But Katsuki…

"Where the Hell did that come from," he yells, sitting up quickly, ruining your comfortable resting spot against him. His mouth is agape, and his eyes are wide as he stares back at you, hoping for some sort of explanation. His features then go from shock to loving irritation as he ruffles your hair on top of your head. "You were waiting for me to watch this, weren't you?" 

"I knew you'd be surprised," you grin cheekily. Trying to bat away his hand from your head. "There were a few hints earlier on that make more sense."

"What hints?" he asks, narrowing his eyes and biting the inside of his cheeks as he tries to recall any sort of detail that would lead to the reveal of this betrayal. Obviously, he is still very troubled by the turn of events. "I didn't see any damn hints. Gimme the remote; we are watching this thing again."

[joandfriedrich]

My apologies if you have answered this before but I was wondering what are your thoughts on the portrayal of Jo in Little Women (2019)? I like Saoirse Ronan as an actress and I think she did wonderful in the movie but the role she was playing didn’t feel like Jo March at all. It feels like a completely different person with the same name. Does that make sense? Like Jo in the 2019 version is a different person than the Jo in the books. And honestly I was kinda disappointed because the aesthetic and scenery are lovely but the writing was not little women at all.

No worries, I don't know if I've ever done a full detailed explanation of my feelings on Jo's character in the 2019 specifically, so this is a good excuse to talk about it. I completely understand what you mean, her portrayal did not feel in anyway the Jo March I came to know and love after all the years. Let's explore Jo's character assassination.

When I first heard of the project, I was so excited because for a long while Saoirse Ronan was my first choice to play Jo. I have seen her in many movies from "Atonement", "The Lovely Bones", "Brooklyn", and I agree, I believe she is an amazing actress, and I was excited to see what she would do for Jo. On a technical standpoint, she did act very well in the film, but whether or not I felt she deserved an Oscar nom for the part is something different. I personally think she didn't deserve it, not because she's a bad actor, but I don't think what she gave for the character felt worthy of it, you know what I mean? If anything, I think Lupita Nyong'o deserved it much more for her parts in "Us" than Saoirse did for this film.

So where does the problem lie? The writing. I would like to have it on record, I am not one of those people that say that every book adaption must be 100% exact from page to screen, I am open for leeway, creative choices, and cuts, but what I felt was done wrong here was simplifying and changing characters to the point they felt like hollow versions of their flawed but beautiful book counterparts.

Jo is one of the most complex characters in the novel, as her arch starts as a 15 year old girl who is all tomboy and rebel to an independent but loving woman she becomes. We see her reject ideas of marriage because of the social pressures she feels to marry well and how marriage at the time was a loss of freedom for women, to understanding that being a woman isn't contained to one specific box, that she is able to be independent while also having a husband who supports her dreams. She has a temper, it isn't something she gets over as quickly as she has a moment of crisis, she learns how to handle it, like Marmee did. She has internal misogyny that colors her viewpoint of the world, especially women, to understanding that women are as different as each March sister is, and that doesn't lessen their worth as women. Are these lessons we find in the 2019 film? No, it isn't.

Gerwig wrote Jo as if she was trying to appeal to the masses, giving her contradictions that go against her growth and character. Seeing her yell at Friedrich, throwing a tantrum worthy of a kindergartner, and acting selfish throughout her adulthood when it's the time she is the lest selfish is so wrong for her. Jo as a child was not kind, I think we as a society need to stop demonizing a 12 year old Amy for getting fed up when her 15 year old sister continually picked on her for so long that she snapped and did something she came to regret. These are kids, they are meant to be flawed, even annoying, and yet, so many people try to raise child Jo up as if she is the symbol of feminism when she was anything but. And Gerwig followed suit.

Throughout the movie, Jo acted so childish and it was portrayed as liberating, that her maturing means a sacrifice of her true self, that it leaves her sad and alone, and I feel like this is the opposite of real life. I am about to be 30 in a week, and as I have reflected in my life, I have never felt more like my true self in my whole life. It's because I had trials and tribulations to challenge me, question how I see the world, what do I want, where do I wish to go? These are questions we all go through as we get older, and it doesn't mean that we grow older and sadder, it means we change and become more self aware, closer to who we may truly be than anything else. And never forget, there is still so much life ahead, we have so much to learn, plenty of time to become who we ought to be. As David Bowie said "Aging is an extraordinary process whereby you become the person you always should have been."

Jo by the end of the film gains no character arch, she remains practically the same, having issues with change, relying on the familiar rather than ready to explore the unknown, going back on her feelings on Laurie to the point of writing a letter to accept him, which NEVER happened in the book, as she stayed firm on her resolve that she didn't love him romantically. The lack of an arch for Jo means we don't see her grow up, she stays this perpetual 15 year old girl who is selfish, can't take criticism (which book Jo gladly did as an adult), is pressured by her sisters to chase after a man she didn't even seem that interested in (if you go with the one ending), or ends up sad and alone with her book which is what she didn't want to do as she proclaimed she was lonely (if you follow the other ending). Her story is unsatisfying, as it paints her this tragic figure that never got what she wanted in life, despite that not being the case.

She gets to open a school that helps underprivileged kids to get an education, she gets to become an author in the following books, marries a man who loves her not only as a wife but as an equal, has children she loves dearly, and by the end feels she has had a fulfilled life that she wouldn't have traded for anything in the world. Gerwig didn't seem to understand that Jo could be all these things and decided to stick with what she wanted the character to be, but knew she had to satisfy the divided fanbase, hence the confusing ending and character that is Jo March.

Gerwig tried to add in elements of the real life Alcott, thinking that the idealized version of Jo and she were exactly one in the same, but it's not true, as Alcott did long to have a family of her own, had been in love with Henry David Thoreau, and wrote the character of Friedrich Bhaer as the expy of him to be with the expy of her. If Gerwig truly wanted to respect the wishes and vision of Alcott, she didn't need to look further than the wonderful novel she wrote over one hundred years ago.

In the end, the Jo we see in the 2019 film is nothing more than a hollow shadow of a great literary character that was destroyed by someone who, like the people she pandered to, never quite understood Jo in the first place, and therefore didn't deserve her.

[the-chorus-of-voices-collective]

I just saw a post that was something along the lines of-

This line of dialog "being gay/trans is unnatural!" And then the post saying in response 'you traumatized your child so regularly and severely that their identity fractured into 49 different parts'

The post ends with this 'no animal could ever come close to hurting a child like that'

This really. Really stuck with me. Cause their right. Animals run primarily on instinct and learned behaviors. However that instinct will never be to hurt their offspring the way humans hurt theirs. Animals do not have the urge to inflict unnecessary pain. Do some kill/eat their children from time to time? Yes I won't deny that. But it's not for their pleasure. They simply do it because it's the circle of life.

What I'm trying to say is that-i believe. Or I would hope because humans have already failed me.

I believe that an animal should they have been given our sentience and awareness they wouldn't inflict suffering on their young. I think they would cherish those little guys like children are meant to be. Those little guys wouldn't be subjected to anything close to what I or many others have been through. Because at their core I genuinely believe animals can only love.

Humans on the other hand. Are full of hatred and it sickens me.

Yknow my boyfriend texted me today. Half-dissociated and numb. Because his grandmother responded to a snarky comment by snatching, and ruining my boyfriends food. My boyfriend had to wrestle his food back. And feeling obvious frustration, he slammed the door of the microwave and subsequently got yelled at for it. He yelled back. He got hit for it. His aunt and his mother had to get between them because that grown ass woman was dead set on beating my boyfriend. Then proceeded to get bitchy and defensive when not given the fucking chance.

Why am I saying this? Why the fuck am I going on this long-winded rant. I may not even be making sense right now. None of you could have stopped and read this but that doesn't matter cause If one person hears me and processes what I'm trying to get across that's enough for me. If that person is myself? Well thats fine by me.

I hate the human race. I hate DID/OSDD and what had to happen for our community to have this disorder. Maybe not everyday is pain but I remember a time when it was.

20 headmates. 20 people living in our brain because mother couldn't stop fighting and screaming and couldn't ever seem to get to us when her now ex-husband got too angry and pushed me around like a rag doll. Said ex-husband being sure to employ graphic threats to my or my siblings safety when he felt he was being disrespected. Various fits of loud pointed cursing and throwing things around.

A child shouldn't fear being hit by someone who should love them. A child shouldn't expect someone who should love them to hit them.

Animals wouldn't hurt me like humans have. The worst my dog has ever done to me is hump my fucking leg before backing off with a bit of scolding.

The worst my parents have done to me is fracture my identity into 20 pieces because they were so hurt and broken they just couldn't help themselves to break me down to that state as well.

they didn't hear me when I screamed. When I screamed for help or just a scrap of love that wasn't imposing or codependent. They weren't there when I cried into the night wishing for death.

I was a scared little kid. And now I'm a traumatized and bitter teenager.

Who am I?

It depends.

But one thing is this. Animals? They wouldn't hurt me the way humans have. They wouldn't hurt you. They would take in or have children and love them because that's what you're supposed to do with children.

We didn't deserve what happened to us.

The animals know that.

(I was going to reblong the original post but unfortunately I had to refresh my screen and lost sight of it. Credit goes to the original poster)

[sleepy-achilles]

Bleeding Me Dry.

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Shawn can't stop the tears rolling down his face as his entire world collapses on him. He hands clench against the cold lockeroom floor as the yelling echos in his head.

What the hell has he done?

The sound of the door opening breaks through his hyperventilating sobs. He looks over his shoulders to see the true devil.

Vince claps as he walks in. "The sharpshooter was a brilliant idea shawnie!" Vince smiles walking over to the wounded man. "Always knew my lil boy toy could do it." Vince mutters taking shawns chin in his hand. "Please." Shawn whispers. Vinces smile fades, his grip turns violent. "You have no right to making requests." Vince growls. "I-I did what you asked!" Shawn protests grabbing vinces wrist. "And you know why?" He asks. Shawn stares at him. "Because I own you. I fucking own you Shawn michaels and I always will." He spits before shoving Shawn to the floor.

"Now, clean yourself up. People are looking for the showstopper." Vince orders before walking out.

Shawns whole body shakes as he cries.

'I always will.'

Always.

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Shawn hums to himself as he watches John's match. He was proud of how far the boy has come.

He however doesn't have long to linger on those thoughts as something forces him out of them.

"Why is my contract different?" Shawn can't help but slowly look back over his shoulder. His eyes widen as he sees his middle child stood infront of vince, a contract in his hands. "Whatever do you mean?" Vince asks. "I just compared it with some of the others and..its just different. Worded differently. Older." Leon states. Shawns heart races. "Its because your special, and I want to make sure your protected the most" "special?" "Your like a grandson to me Leon. That contract? That protects you from everything and one." Vince explains. "Oh. Okay, yeah that makes sense" Leon nods. "Did..did you sign it?" Vince asks. "Yeah" Leon smiles handing it over. "Atta boy. Go train" vince hums looking at the paper.

Leon leaves and vinces eyes meet his. Shawn fully turns, ignoring the staff around them. "What are you doing?" Shawn's voice cracks straight away, tears bubbling as vince moves closer. "Like I told you" vince states, grabbing shawns arm and pulling him in. "I will always own you." Vince whispers against his ear before walking off.

Shawn stands there for a minute as it sinks in.

Of course, Shawn will not live forever, but Leon?

Shawn looks back at the tv screen. His eyes not focused on the fighters but instead the actual ring.

Leon will be chained to those ring posts for ever.

A sob escapes Shawn.

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Taker wasn't stupid. Shawns been cold, distant since Leon signed his contract.

He walks into the kitchen to see Shawn stood at the sink. His hands rested against the counter, his eyes more interested in something outside. Taker doesn't hesitate to stand behind him, caging him in. He also doesn't miss how Shawn flinches.

"Whats going on angel?" Taker murmurs against his ear. Shawn lowers his head. "I've ruined our sons life and he doesn't even know it." Shawn whispers. For once in his life, Taker is shocked.

He turns Shawn around. "Who? John or Leon?" Taker asks. "Leon." "You? I've basically cursed the boy with demon blood" Taker huffs. "Atleast he was free." Shawn states pulling away. Taker stares at the empty space before looking at shawn. "Shawn? Shawn, what's going on?" Taker asks taking shawns wrist. Shawn looks at him. "Im hoping our son will forgive me. I'm hoping you'll forgive me." Shawn smiles pulling away.

Taker is left stood in their kitchen. So many questions in his head.

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Shawn was not coming back. He was going to lose at wrestlemania 26 and never, ever step foot in this company ever again. "Youll be great in a suit." Vince hums behind him.

Shawns entire hopes and dreams crash around him.

When did he lose his love for wrestling?

No. Not his love for wrestling. His love for this company.

Shawn looks at him. "Why? Why can't you let me go. I have given you everything. My soul, my blood, you stole my god damn sons soul. He was supposed to be mine. He was part of the one thing I had that was my own and you've taken that from me." Shawn snaps. Vince smiles. "Ill bleed you dry if I have to. You-" "belong to you. I fuckin know" Shawn spits pushing past the older man. "Take it as a gift." Vince calls causing Shawn to halt by the door. "God knows what I'll do to Leon if you leave." Shawn's heart sinks.

He doesn't understand why Leon's been cursed the same fate as him. Why cassie and John were the apple of vinces eyes and all Leon got was fake love.

"Why"

"Why what?" Vince asks. Shawn looks at him. "If you need to be mean, be mean to me, not him. I can take it and he just doesn't deserve it." Shawn basically pleads. Vince chuckles. "Good luck out there Shawn." Is all he says before leaving. Shawn turns away and slaps a hand over his mouth as a scream begs to release.

All the anger and pain built up over the years and as long as Leon was still here, still under contract, there was not a damn thing Shawn could do except cry and scream into his empty lockeroom.

Unknown to him a shadow watches before disappearing into the arena, heartbroken.

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Shawn doesn't know if it's the valley but he knows something is wrong before anyone else.

His heart suddenly breaks and Leon's screams hit his ears. Without a word he's rushing out of the meeting with Steph and hunter and down the halls. Ignoring them on his tail he turns the corner and freezes, hunter slamming into his back sending him flying to the floor.

He doesn't care.

Not when his son is already on the floor crying. Leon's hands are caked in blood as his hands frantically move across drews bleeding skin.

Shawn feels sick to the stomach at the cameras filming. At the people staring in shock. He hears steph mention ambulance.

That's when he sees vince. Stood there. Smirking. "This was mine! He was mine! I finally have something that is mine! And you want, no need to take it from me and exploit it!" Leon yells, his voice cracking. The words are too similar to be a anything but mimicking.

"Shawn"

Leon's head snaps towards him. Shawn waits for the hatred but no. Its just pity, sadness. The whole world seems to pause around them. No. Not seems, it does. Shawn spots the purple in Leon's eyes. "We don't have to do this. People we love don't have to suffer." Leon states, tears staining his face. "No, your right. You don't. I do." Shawn whispers. "Why?" "Yes why?" A new voice asks.

Both michaels look to see taker stood to the right of them, in the middle. Shawn and taker stare at each other.

It's not a battle you must fight alone.

It is and it always will be.

No. I married you, I accepted the demons, you accepted mine. Do not push me out now.

"Enough!" Everyone is back. Taker and shawn look at Leon. "I hate when you two do that shit." Leon hisses looking back at drew. Taker admires the glow coming from Leon's hand. Shawn sits back. He's trying to heal drew...

Leon gasps as drews injuries start to form on himself. Taker quickly grabs his hand, blocking the cameras view. "No." Taker hisses. It all fades. "Not here. Not now." Taker warns.

Leon growls at him softly. Shawn looks at vince. "A word. Now." Shawn growls pulling himself up. Taker and Leon look at him as he practically shoves vince towards the offices.

He slams vinces door shut and looks at the other man. "Fuck with me, control Leon if you must, but you leave drew and taker fucking out of it. You promised me that" Shawn growls. "I promised no harm would come to Leon or taker. Never drew." Vince hums. "Harming drew harms Leon! You promised me!" Shawn yells. Vince grabs shawns jaw. "You have no right to be making demands" vince growls. Shawn hisses as he pulls away. "No. I don't. But Leon is getting closer and closer to the truth and unlike me, he will kill you, he will make you suffer. And I won't feel a ounce of sympathy" Shawn whispers.

Vince examines him. "Leave.drew.out.of.it." Shawn warns before turning and storming out.

Takers eyes lock with shawn and he immediately knows what he has to do.

To fight human evil, you have to become human evil.

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Shawn stares in shock as hunter reveals the news about vince.

His eyes land on taker.

What did you do?

Whatever I need to save my family.

"Any questions?" Hunter asks. Leon raises his hand. This shocks everyone. "Yes Leon?" "Will we be able to change contracts? Edit them, revise them?" Leon asks. Hunter looks at Stephanie. "Yes, why?" She asks. "What about superstars who are no longer active but still work here?" "None of them should have cont-" "answer the question." "Well yes, if one happened to be under contract still than Yes. We'd probably terminate it"

Terminate it.

"We can finally be free?"

Everyone looks at shawn.

"What?"

"I can finally be free."

[aortaobservatory]

hey! i just started classpect researching to better understand the system. do you pull any of your sources and understanding from homestuck canon itself? if so, how do you separate class influence from aspect influence from general character traits? i know that the characters/classpect system were catered to eachother, but do you have any thoughts? sorry if this doesnt make any sense

I love this question, I think this is one of my favorite questions I've ever received on this blog. Yes, I do pull a basic understanding of the classes and how they interact with the aspects from Homestuck canon! I try my best to keep my understanding and research of the classpecting system true to what is shown to us in canon and what comes from canon sources, with a little dash of what makes sense in real life. We are given canon explanations for the aspects from [The Extended Zodiac], so I pull my understanding of the aspects from the canon summaries that are given and what we are shown in Homestuck canon.

We are not given canon class explanations, so that area will always remain nebulous ranging from classpector to classpector (unless we suddenly are given canon explanations). As such, how I've been able to separate class from aspect from character traits in regards to canon is based almost entirely on my understanding of the aspects, then comparing two characters of the same class to see what is similar and what is not.

Karkat is a good example. At first glance, we can see he is an extremely angry character. He yells a lot, curses a lot, he's full of rage, and yet, he is not a Ragebound character. Why that is, has everything to do with what an aspect is. What does an aspect mean to a person, or what does it mean to have or be an aspect of something?

Ah, this became a long post. I'll put it under a read-more.

Aspect is the force that is most important in a person's life, whether lacking or abundant, whether good or bad, whether they want it or not.

Karkat is not Ragebound because Rage is not his driving force. [Rage as an aspect is about fighting and tearing down the system, rebellion, and discovering the truth.] It is activism and change. Karkat is a very stubborn and angry character, but the Rage aspect traits are not what drives him forward. In fact, Karkat is actually the antithesis of a Ragebound; he loves Alternia's empire, and it's one of his dreams to serve as a part of it as a Threshecutioner! He doesn't question the empire, despite its rules regarding the hemocaste that tell him he will never belong to it. That's actually more of a Hopebound trait than Ragebound trait.

So, he is not Ragebound despite being an angry character. What drives him forward is Blood, both in a literal and metaphorical sense. His own blood color is what drives his entire character, but aside from the literal symbolism, Karkat's driving force is his friends. [Blood as an aspect is about the ties that bind, the weight that promises hold, the value of relationships and keeping everyone together.] It is unity as a group, camaraderie within, the relationships you make and the responsibility you have to maintain those ties. I do talk a bit about Karkat and Kankri in my post about the Blood aspect; I've linked it in the brackets above.

So then, what is class, and how do we separate it from the aspect traits and just plain character traits? We hear a lot about "active classes" and "passive classes". Some class mechanics are even explored and explained in canon, but we never get a concrete definition; only pieces of a bigger picture. From these little pieces, I defined it down to a single sentence.

Class is how a person interacts with or is shaped by their aspect, either actively (directly) or passively (indirectly).

To separate class traits from aspect traits and character traits, I compared the two Knights in canon who get a lot of screen-time; Karkat and Dave. Being Knights of different aspects, I figured that, theoretically, if I subtracted their known aspect traits from their characters and then compare what is the same and what is not, I could find a pretty good ground for the Knight class to stand on. Whatever was not the same between them would be character traits. Whatever was the same could be a class trait pertaining to the Knight.

What I got was this:

Knights are extremely adept with their aspect, their driving effort to protect it and others through it. They are loyal to their aspect's cause and naturally gifted with it, using it as a tool to achieve whatever they set themself to. Their challenge is to learn how to be less harsh on themselves, to accept and learn from failure, and to accept the assistance of others when they need it.

Knights are an Active Utilizing class; they have a direct relationship with their aspect and make use of it, and with Karkat, this is very true! He's the self-proclaimed "relationships guy", and honestly, when he actually shuts the fuck up and gets to his point, he's pretty spot on with a lot of his stuff. He uses Blood because he has an extremely direct relationship with it (his own blood defines how he sees himself and what he strives for, after all). He's very gifted with Blood; it's how he was able to bring twelve very different and very difficult people (himself included) together for long enough to succeed at an extremely long and convoluted game where the mechanics aren't exactly explained to you. In fact, I might even argue he was so good at Blood that him "giving (the Beta Kids') universe cancer" was him accidentally forging a tie with them (perhaps that's why they all have mutant candy red blood like him). Of course, the other trolls affected the kids' universe as well, but it was through Karkat's leadership over the trolls that the Beta Kids crossed sessions and came together with the trolls as one big group.

Anyways, this kind of became a love letter to how Karkat's character is written, my apologies.

Though the dancestors were written quite flatly, we are given at least three of each class in canon between the Beta Kids, Alpha Kids, and the trolls (except for four; the Thief, Mage, Sylph, Bard). The dancestors are caricatures, which made analyzing them harder, but it was extremely interesting to subtract their aspect traits and parse out what was similar between the classes of the dancestors and characters who were written with more thought behind them.

As for the four classes who had one well written character to represent them and one flatly written character to represent them, I looked to their paired active/passive class. The Thief and Rogue are Allocators; while the Rogue is passive, the Thief is active. The Mage and Seer are Understanders; while the Seer is passive, the Mage is active. [The Sylph and Maid are Enhancers; while the Maid is passive, the Sylph is active.] Finally, the Prince and the Bard are Destroyers; while the Prince is active, the Bard is passive.

Since I had already constructed the other eight classes from analyzing the characters in canon and what little tidbits are given to us in canon, I figured I could look at how, let's say, the Knight (Active Utilizer) and the Page (Passive Utilizer) interacted as a fully analyzed class pair, then follow that pattern for the remaining four classes that needed a proper analysis.

[You can read my basic overview of the 12 classes here.]

Thank you so much for asking, this question was extremely fun to answer! So sorry I made it about Karkat, I just happen to love him.

[peterparkerpancake]

"Well, everyone's different."

That's what I used to think. I got diagnosed when I was 7. ADHD type H. Never had an issue with attention span, but by GOD if I never had hyperfixations.

There was that time I got super into learning the bo staff because I really liked Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and Donatello is OBJECTIVELY the best, thank you very much.

There was that time that I learned how to perform basic field medicine like sutures because I got into all this... zombie, survivalist stuff.

Eventually, I grew up. I went to college. UCLA, BAYBEE! And when I got there, I met my roommate; Josh Grimstone.

We hit it off immediately. He seemed to be weirdly into the Sci-fi and thrillers, though it seemed like we could never watch anything without him scoffing at it

"Oh, please! If they lost THAT much blood, they'd be dead!"

"Really?! Your telling me he could jump from five stories and just... walk away?"

*standing up to yell at the screen*

"JUST BECAUSE YOU ROLL INTO IT DOESN'T MEAN THE INERTIA IS DISPERSED!"

It was fun. We always had a good laugh about it. It made sense, he was a Creative Writing major. But still, I liked teasing him about it.

He would have... dark and... macabre interests, but like... the guy would just read HAMLET. Like, for fun. I haven't read Hamlet since 10th grade. And it was required.

It wasn't until I invited him to my DnD campaign that I got suspicious. For whatever reason, a Creative writing major was a surprisingly bad storyteller. I mean, no offense or anything, but he couldn't move the plot along to save his life.

I don't know, maybe he was nervous?

Then we took a class together. I needed a Creative writing course for my gen eds. So why not take it with him?

We planned to make our schedules align, but... he almost never came to class.

"Maybe he's just blowing it off? It's a lower-division course. He'll be fine without it"

Then he missed the midterm.

I began to get suspicious and one day, followed him.

I don't... remember much after that. Hazy flashes. Something about... a warehouse? I think. I remember his voice. Quiet, l- like he didn't want anyone to hear him. Don't know what he was saying.

...You ever get that feeling you're being watched?

What? What's the- Why does my... head hurt?

That was the last thing I remember.

My eyelids felt heavy as I slowly blinked them open.

"Josh? Is that- What're you doing?"

"Quiet. What the hell do you think you're doing here?"

"I- ...what? Where am-"

"You're gonna get yourself killed, y'know that?"

He shook his head in disdain, a hint of pain in his eyes as he reached into his rear pocket. I heard something I'd only ever heard in a movie; that familiar click as the hammer locked into place.

Then I heard him scoff before feeling a piece of cold, dense metal pushed into my temple

I felt my heart drop as terror set in

"J- Josh, what're you? I- no! No! Stop this!"

In my desperate panic and attempt to stand, I noticed something for the first time.

I was tied to a chair.

My arms and legs were bound, the only thing I could freely move was my neck.

Pounding.

That was all I heard.

The pounding of my own heart as it began to drown out everything else.

I could see Josh's mouth moving, but it just came out as muffled nonsense.

Despite the adrenaline-induced tunnel vision of terror setting in, I could see his remorseful look as the cold metal pushed deeper into the gaps of my skull.

Today you just found out your roommate with strange hobbies, like knowing how to pick a lock, knows how every puzzle and cipher by heart, or how to commit tax fraud, and so many other things, wasn't a guy with ADHD, he was an ex-assassin and now you have a gun pointed at your face

[ocalaghan]

just spent the past couple of weeks watching happy valley and now idk what to do with myself without it.

was just craving a juicy british crime drama but i wasn't expecting it to be so good. i loved everyone, i was constantly yelling at the tv or gasping or something. it was way more violent than i was expecting. when kirsten died... holy fuck. tommy was such a twisted little bastard. the sub-plots of each season were all so interesting too.

the finale did leave me feeling a bit bummed, it was a bit more flat than i was expecting. i thought there would be more of a big drama between catherine and tommy but that conversation was enlightening enough on its own too. that tommy really did think he hadn't done wrong, but that he also had the capacity to love because he did genuinely seem to care for ryan, especially if he was willing to say aloud that he wanted catherine to keep raising him the way she has been all his life.

i just felt like so many loose ends were left!!!

i wanted catherine to apologise for the way she'd spoken to clare. i know she was so hurt by what clare did but i know catherine doesn't really think any of those things about her, and i know clare knows that too, but it still would've been nice to see her apologise for it on screen in more ways than just saying she understands now that ryan probably would've visited tommy anyway one day. and we were also left wondering because clare and neil were last noted not to be on speaking terms but i don't think they broke up; i doubt that was the implication but it would've been nice to see them reunite on screen also!!!

as for ann and daniel... there was a noted tension at the start of the final season about ann seemingly not wanting to have children (yet) whereas daniel did want them and that never is brought up again, and we last see ann very distraught and talking to ryan in a horrible way. i absolutely loved ann so it would've been great to see her go out on a better note, maybe with less implications of relationship issues between her and daniel. and some mention of daniel's kid, perhaps?! has he forgotten he already has a daughter with his ex? she'd be about 7 by then and she was never mentioned.

also ros and richard were obviously on the rocks and it almost felt like it was hinting richard and catherine could reunite but nothing came of this either. ros seems like she hates him now. i think richard and catherine getting back together would make the most sense going forward, particularly with tommy dead and catherine seeming to find some peace in that in regards to becky.

and maybe, y'know, some note of ryan doing better and having more honest, loving relationships with everyone going forward now that he knows the whole truth and knows who his father truly was. what ann said to him was honest but it was harsh and that would've been a lot for a teenager to hear, especially with ryan being the way that he is. honestly catherine dropped the ball a little not having that kid in therapy from day one.

anyway though, fantastic series, bummed it's over. they are all happy happy happy forevermore in my head.

[ronecam]

So I thought I could do a post about Emilia (My Suicide Squad OC) just in case lol. Like a character bio. Will add some stuff about her relationship with Abner at the end lolol.

GENERAL INFORMATION AND BACKSTORY

Her full name is Emilia Diaz. Her villain name is Cyberwick. She's a demolitions expert that can make bombs out of common objects. She's the daughter of a weapons engineer (her mom) and a marine (her dad). When she was 6, her dad left her mom, which caused her to start using Emilia to replace him, trying to make her like him and also putting her on the receiving end of her endless yelling fits every time she was stressed, like she would do with her dad. She decided to make Emilia a cyborg to make her a supersoldier, sending her on dangerous missions from a young age and making her train until she would pass out from exhaustion. Emilia killed her mom when she was 19 and ran away to become a villain. After some time she was arrested, and eventually joined Task Force.

PERSONALITY

Her personality is reckless and mostly apathetic. Though she can be melodramatic about things that matter way less than things that don't get a reaction out of her. Outside of her knowledge on explosives, she's pretty dim-witted, being someone who doesn't put much thought into things. She has a very passive view of life, letting things happen as she believes things will turn out how they have to turn out. She doesn't really take action unless she absolutely has to, or has something to gain from it.

Her way of thinking is very simplistic, and she's a very direct person. She almost always speaks her mind and she would never manipulate anyone. She doesn't overthink much either. She also prioritizes her happiness and/or having fun over any responsibilities.

Her morals are not the best, as she will do anything she wants as long as she can get away with it. The only thing that will deter her from doing something bad is if she knows there will be consequences that outweight the rewards. She also has no objections against resorting to violence, as it is her preferred way of dealing with most things.

She's not a very social person as she is very self-isolating, but she is very codependent. Which means she won't approach people willingly but once she likes someone she won't leave them alone. She's also very protective of those she cares about.

She avoids talking about her past and her mom as much as possible. She believes that it doesn't affect her as long as she doesn't think about it. She also can't remember most of what happened in her childhood, at least not clearly. But she will crack jokes about the few things she does remember.

She tends to feel hate and disgust towards anyone she considers similar to her mom. Which is why she has a deep hatred for Amanda Waller, after being sent on countless suicide missions by her. She's not stupid though, so she tries to stay on her good side.

She also likes to mess with people when possible. If she has the opportunity to make someone annoyed or scared she will. She's just a lil shit.

GOALS AND FEARS

If you asked me what Emilia wants the most, it's to get her original body back. But since she knows that's impossible, her biggest wish is to make the most out of the life she already has. If she's going to be a villain, she's going to be a successful one and have fun doing it. She dreams of having a "big underground villain lair with robot minions and a bunch of screens" (her words, not mine).

Her biggest fear is becoming like her mom. Not in the sense that she hurts people, but in the sense that she doesn't want to become psychologically abusive to anyone she cares about. She doesn't want to cause them anxiety by having them walk on eggshells around her or having to guess what she's thinking. This is why she makes a big deal out of having good communication and being direct. Being compared to her mom causes her a lot of distress and anxiety.

And at times when her mental state is at its lowest she will experience fear of the dark. Which is why she will sometimes sleep with a night light (Ex. Her glowy boyfriend).

SKILLS AND CYBERNETICS

Now for the fun stuff. Her abilities in combat. All 4 of her limbs are robotic, which means she's physically stronger than she would be without them. The limbs are not of good quality though. So while they can throw a good punch or carry heavy things, it's very easy for them to break during a fight. She will often be missing a hand or a leg after a mission.

Despite her enhanced strength, her lack of defense stops her from being a skilled fighter. So her specialty is making explosives, often used to help the team get through obstacles or take out a lot of enemies quickly. She seems to have a love for explosions, looking happy or excited every time she gets to cause one. This is because (even if she's not aware of it) it makes her feel in control for once. After being a soldier her entire childhood, getting to cause chaos and destruction because she wants to feels liberating and cathartic for her.

If she were to have to defend herself in a fight however, that usually wouldn't end well, as she's more apt for getting out of situations than to actually solve them. She's not one to win fights often, so she avoids physical confrontations. She has described herself as a "slippery weasel" that's only survived this long because the grim reaper hasn't been able to get a hold of her yet.

Other than her 4 mechanical limbs, she has more cybernetic parts. Her left eye and most of her internal organs were replaced as well. She can't blink with her left eye because of nerve damage caused by the surgery. Her eye being replaced wasn't part of her mom's plan, but she lost it in an accident. When asked about it she says she lost it during a mission or training, but it's actually the product of her mom throwing an ash tray at her during a fight, hence the scar in her eyebrow.

THE FUNNY DOT MAN

And last but not least, her relationship with Abner. Depending on what I'm writing, they meet in different circumstances. But for the sake of this post let's go with the one where they meet in Task Force X.

Abner and Emilia met during a mission and despite both of them being pretty much adamantly antisocial, they started to get along and realized how much they had in common. Being able to relate to eachother's struggles was cathartic in a way, as they finally felt understood by someone. After they started dating, Emilia would always be trying to protect Abner from danger, afraid that he'd get hurt. And he doesn't mind. It makes him feel loved.

Both of them have pretty good communication, which they really value. They also help eachother through their issues, and take care of the other when they need it. Their biggest problem as a couple however would be that they constantly enable eachother's unhealthy habits, especially those that are harmful to other people. Such as using violence as a way to cope with anger, or doing bad things to feel like they have control over their lives. They are also very possessive of the other. But other than that, they have a pretty wholesome relationship where they make sure they don't hurt the other. And if they do, they're quick to talk it out and try to fix their mistake so it doesn't happen again.

And yeah that's basically it! If you made it this far, you get a kiss. Thanks for reading ^^

[casspurrjoybell-26]

💖Sweet Revenge💖 - Chapter 5

*Warning Adult Content*

Aaron Keene

Felton is the nearest large town outside Ashville... as in, large enough to have a Walmart, a Target and a Costco within a mile of each other.

Ashville's residents have successfully lobbied to keep such atrocities at a distance, which preserves the small-town charm but is paid for with fossil fuels and a lack of convenience.

After Blake tells me about his accident, we lapse into silence.

I turn on the radio to discourage him from breaking it and let my mind wander.

It wanders straight back to high school and the day I first laid eyes on Blake Welling.

The more I think about it, the more it makes sense that he doesn't remember me.

Back then, I was small, gangly, awkward and asthmatic.

I had braces and I wore baggy clothes and a beanie that I almost never took off.

Hell, I wouldn't recognize me now.

As the memory surfaces, I watch it play out in front of my eyes like a movie on a screen.

********

I'm in Phys. Ed. and we're being forced to run a mile and it's literally killing me. 

I know that sounds melodramatic but asthma is no joke and physical exertion... especially on a cold January day... always sets it off.

I should have been excused from running, anyway but my dad wouldn't sign the form I brought home.

Instead, he told me I needed to 'stop being such a sissy and man-up.' Which explains why I wasn't out to him yet.

On the second lap of the quarter-mile track, I start to wheeze but I've already used my inhaler three times that day, so I try to hold off.

I'm one of the slowest runners and most of the class has already completed the mile at this point.

They're sitting on the bleachers, drinking water, talking and laughing, while I continue my lonely struggle into lap three.

The track team is also on the field and they keep passing me in a tight, disciplined group, pacing their lead runner.

I admire their backs as they go by, their bare shoulders and toned calves flashing in the cold sun.

I start the final lap when I can't hold out any longer.

My breath is whistling in my throat and there are black spots in my vision.

I reach into the pocket of my gym shorts for my inhaler and... it's not there.

I stop running and start panicking... instantly making things worse.

I retrace my steps, which is stupid because I'm on a circular track but I'm hoping I only dropped it a few paces back.

As the track team approaches once again, my legs give out and I fall to my hands and knees.

The lead runner slows and stops and his pack of team-mates stop as well.

"Hey, you okay?" he asks, bending down.

"Inhaler," I wheeze.

"I dropped..."

Somehow, he understands.

"Guys... this kid dropped his inhaler somewhere. Spread out and look for it."

He claps his hands.

"Double time," he barks.

They scatter, ranging over the field and around the track.

The leader guy stays with me and I feel his hand on my back like a hot iron.

"Hey... breathe in through your nose," he tells me.

"That's it... slow down. My guys'll find your medicine. Hang on."

A moment later, there's a yell of 'found it' from across the field and I recognize Charlie Chung from Band as he runs up and hands over the little aerosolizer that represents my life.

The leader guy takes it and gives it a good shake.

"My sister's got asthma," he explains.

"Here."

He helps me hold it to my mouth and dispenses a puff and then another.

"Good?" he asks.

I nod.

The effect is instant and within moments the tightness in my throat and lungs disappears and I'm gulping down big, easy breaths.

Runner boy pats my arm and stands.

"Okay then, take it easy."

He holds out his hand and helps me to my feet.

Then he's off again, his pack falling into place behind him once more. I stumble over to the bleachers.

It seems my moment of drama went largely unnoticed and the P.E. coach is too busy yelling at some other kid to realize that I didn't complete the mile.

I write a believable time next to my name on the clipboard and take a seat on the benches to wait for the final stragglers to finish their mandatory torment.

Every time the track team goes by, my eyes follow its leader and pretty soon I've memorized the color of his sun-washed gold hair, the smooth curves of his shoulders and the youthful male beauty of his face.

By the time I tell my best friend about how I almost died in P.E. later that evening, I've developed a bad case of boy-crush.

"That's Blake Welling," Nina informs me.

"He moved here at the beginning of the year... I think his dad's in the military or something. All the girls are after him but so far he hasn't gone out with anyone. Hey... maybe you have a chance. He might be gay."

Nina had a massive collection of 'boy's love manga' which she routinely forced me to read and her outlook on guys was 'gay until proven straight.'

So far I was the only one who hadn't crushed her dreams.

"Here, look at this one," Nina tosses me a slim volume.

On the cover, a girlish-looking boy blushes while his manlier counterpart stands behind him and shows him how to hold a tennis racquet.

"This is fantasy," I scoff, tossing it back.

"The real world doesn't work like that. In the real world, you keep your head down and your mouth shut and hope no one notices you're different. You certainly don't fall in love with the star of the track team and he definitely doesn't fall in love with you."

"You're such a pessimist, Aaron," she complains.

The thing is, I wasn't.

Not yet, anyway and maybe it was all those manga stories she made me read, giving me ideas but within a week, my boy-crush had progressed to stage-four love and I was willing to believe almost anything was possible. 

[stnaf-vn]

Hi!! I am hoping for clarifications, and I wanted to share my theories & analysis. I'm bad at paraphrasing and getting to the point, so please be patient with me. (I'm so glad asks don't have character limits anymore lol This will be long)

In the very beginning of the demo, a voice colored with an unsaturated purple says "...you better do as I say...", "...I can ruin your life, you know?" The next phrase is has red (threatening?) colored text, "I can make you wish you were never born." The MC wonders who is speaking. The faded purple reappears with "Yeah, that's what I thought. It shouldn't be too much trouble right?" You are then given a choice to open your eyes or not. If you select "Open your eyes?" the MC sees nothing but darkness, but they feel something touch their shoulder in a soothing manner. The unidentified person(?) cuddles the MC, saying "Shh. Go back to sleep, my dear." and the MC falls back to sleep to the sound of humming. If you select "Don't." the result doesn't change. After falling asleep, the MC has a nightmare. The nightmare involves running away from something in a dark, foggy, cold, and empty city. There is a quote on a nearby building wall: "They who walk into the lion's den will surely be swallowed whole." The sidewalk has the word "R U N" on it. There is also an upside-down stop sign that says "Wrong Way". The MC is lost, out of breath, and terrified. Any cry for help echos around them without a response. Eventually, MC begins hearing footsteps. A hooded figure with a bit of blonde hair peaking out approaches from across the road. MC begs the stranger for help from a distance. Glitched thought text appears saying, "Wait, that's not right... Something isn't right... "

The faded purple text reappears, labeled as "Stranger" and glitching as well, "Where do you think you're going?" The stranger laughs and causes the MC to shiver. "You can't get very far without me!!" He(?) yells. "YOU NEED ME!!!!" MC's heartbeat rushes with fear. Glitched red text appears, "You have to hide." "... No..." Then a glitched purple colored text that is more saturated (I think like the color of Friend's regular text) says "Y o u nee d to ru n." You are then given the option to run or hide. Regardless of which you choose, you are met with a flashed cg, like a jumpscare, of the Stranger close to the screen with a hand reached out to grab you. At the sound of an alarm clock, MC shoots up in their bed, covered with sweat and alone.

So, now that everyone reading has the details, let's discuss! Feel free to tell me what you can, and let me know if an answer is too spoiler-y.

First set of questions, did the beginning dark part before the city nightmare actually happen? Was it a memory? Was it a part of the dream? If it did actually happen, was it actually current Friend watching, touching, and talking to a sleeping MC? If it was a memory, could it be something MC heard from Kegan?

It would make sense if Friend was there that night, for two reasons: 1) he is in your apartment when you wake up, 2) his license plate says "ICUzzzBBY" lmao

It confused me a bit how the faded purple text went from threatening manipulation to comforting the MC back to sleep. That detail led me to believe that perhaps it was part of the dream OR the person was attempting to drill these things into MC's subconscious mind OR they were speaking their true thoughts that they are not ready for MC to hear out of fear of scaring them...

Is the red text only used for threatening emphasis or is there more significance?

Was the "Y o u nee d to ru n." actually a different shade of purple? Was it Friend's purple? If so, was it purposeful and significant to the lore? I know Friend wants to protect and be close to MC more than anything else...

Who is faded purple text?

I believe the faded purple text, eventually revealed as "Stranger", belongs to either the Original Friend (who was ultimately retconned for being too mean), or a nightmare version of Friend made from MC's subconscious worries about his strange behaviors. I have watched the original animation you made with Original Friend that started STNAF, and from what I can tell Stranger behaves and speaks very similarly to OG Friend.

The faded purple text could also just be indicating Friend speaking with a more sinister tone.

(Also, it's a little funny to me that he's called "Stranger" and Friend is "Friend", cause the names make it sound like Stranger is a dark version of him in a Markiplier-Darkiplier kind of way.)

Stranger is dressed in all black, with a hoodie and a face mask. Even while mostly disguised, I believe the physical traits that are visible (hair, skin color, eyes, body size) all match up with the person MC knows as Friend. Is there a reason the MC did not recognize the Stranger? I guess it's fair if they were just too panicked, but *looks at the blonde bangs* you would think they would recognize their best friend. If not in the moment, then retroactively.

How did MC know something was not right? Was it just a feeling, something they saw, or did they start to realize they were dreaming? Was the Stranger the "thing" MC was initially running from?

Will the choices made in the beginning (opening eyes, run or hide) have significance for the full game? Does it already have significance in the demo? (Significance as in will it influence the ending or the storyline the player gets, does it affect the MC's personality.)

Why did you want to include this beginning sequence? (Don't get me wrong, I love it! I am genuinely curious.)

Perhaps it was to make the player less trusting of Friend, or to give them a spook and a taste of OG!Friend?

I believe what we see in the city nightmare is a warning and a commentary on having a relationship between MC and Friend. With the quote on the building "They who walk into the lion's den will surely be swallowed whole", Friend is the lion, and walking into the den refers to time spent with him, getting close. Being swallowed whole probably has a few meanings... Friend will get rid any competition for MC's attention, and he will manipulate them until he has them exactly where he wants. Friend wants to be the only person in their life. He wants them to be kept close, and to be the one to take care of all their needs. Under certain conditions he will kidnap MC and completely isolate them. (Correct me if I'm wrong)

The "R U N" on the sidewalk, the Wrong Way sign, and the "Y ou nee d to ru n" are obvious warnings of 'Danger! Quickly go in the opposite direction you are going!'. I think the warnings were applying to Stranger who is about to approach from ahead of them in the nightmare, and also a warning about entering a relationship with Friend. They make me want to always choose the "Run." option.

There was also an Edgar Allan Poe quote at the beginning I forgot to mention before: "I was never insane except for instances in which my heart was touched." The quote was accompanied by the sound of static, and a tape(?) beginning to play (lore or just spooky sound design?). I believe the quote is just fitting for Friend's character. He is willing to do anything for MC, because he loves them.

Additional Comments & Questions:

-I love the art style!!

-I melt when he calls me sweetheart or love 😍

-He's so cute and kind!

-I am very in love, consider me thoroughly wooed. I have considered the potential consequences & outcomes, and tbh I would still be willingly obedient to his every desire.

-Should I be worried about how pale he is? Also, the black eye bags! He needs to sleep more!

-I really want to write something for the contest, but I've had terrible writer's block for months 😭 I have ideas, it's just the actually writing part... I still have time to try! I hope to get inspiration by replaying the demo and listening to music. (Friend: 🎶 I wanna be your boyfriend, I wanna be your boyfriend~ I wanna go on walks with you, I wanna have long talks with you~ You can be my [partner], you can be my [partner]~ I'll compliment you frequently, I wanna treat you decently~ 🎶)

-I love the banter <3 Makes me happy

-I'm scared of driving, so it works out that he is willing to drive me places!

-When he pats MC's knee in the car and then asks if they're comfortable with it?? Then if they give the go ahead he puts his hand on their thigh and strokes it with his thumb... Hhhhhh 🤭

-The intimate scenes are very well written, I'm still blushing...

-I am sending this on anon, because I am an anxious person. If I want send another ask after your response, I need to be identifiable. I would like to be recognized with this emoji combination: 🐻🌻 It's a bear head and a sunflower emoji. Let me know if it's already taken.

I hope you are doing well!!

- 🐻🌻

Words cannot express how much I love theory asks, it's like eating a good meal. Just so satisfying. I've built this world with the intent to have some story with enough wiggle room for theorization. So some things will be left up to your own personal interpretation because I find it more fun that way. I will say that the beginning before the nightmare(?), Friend was actually on the phone with your boss threatening him to give you the morning off. (He only "asked" for the morning off because he assumed you would fight him when it came to taking the WHOLE day off, but he wanted to spend time with you.) Also, thank you so much for noticing the small details I put in there! And I'm so glad you enjoyed the demo! Chapter 1 is currently in the works, and I hope you and others will catch on to the small details once again.

Thank you Sun-bear for this awesome theory ask.

[drinkwithmoi]

a week and a half ago i watched aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe.

i was able to rent the movie through tiff's digital screening and i have not been the same since. i thought i'd compile some of my thoughts into a disarray here in case anybody was wondering how devastatingly good it is:

first and foremost, i cried so hard i gave myself a headache. i mean i literally have never been more animated about a movie in my life

at one point i accidentally yelled and i live in a very paper thin suite w my landlord and his wife living above me... sorry guys

aitch alberto was THE only person who could have done this. i fully believe that. her direction seeps through, you can tell just how careful every decision was, the sacrifices and love she gave to this movie... it shows. she is brilliant and i am in love w her artistic vision.

it was created with so much fucking love and you can feel it

the way that it opens with smalltown boy by bronski beat... i knew it was over for me

the cinematography is fucking gorgeous. each shot is arranged like artwork.

max and reese UNDERSTOOD the assignment

reese's dante was so sweet. he was so charming and silly and thoughtful and real. his squeaky voice HAD me

you can see him falling in love with ari throughout the film, you can feel his fear, his yearning, his own loneliness, even if it's wrapped in giggly smiles and playfulness

max's ari was unbelievable

genuinely

im not being dramatic here. he was ari mendoza.

max is a beautiful actor. he knew exactly how to show ari's anger, his frustration at the world, at himself. he is a perfect teenager: his jokes fall exactly the way you want them to, the way he interacts with his parents is layered and meaningful and fun. he is such a complex character and it is beautiful to witness

the OUTFITS!!! dante's sunglasses, his cute pastel fits, his bare feet. it is all so perfect

the 80s vibe is there but not in a garish way, it's subtle and it feels authentic

ari's voice was soooooo beautiful. max has the best movie voice

they are so!!! awkward with each other in the most endearing way

the LOOKS. the way that they look at each other is Charged, they must have fucking aced the chemistry read

this movie is freeing, it's a breath of rainy summer air, it's that feeling when you hold someone's hand for the first time. it's butterflies and rainstorms and dancing to someone you're falling for. it's coming of age and coming to terms with yourself, sometimes in ferocious, unexpected ways.

the most shattering moment for me was when we hear dante talk about wanting to marry a boy. the first time that sexuality is broached is Very deliberate and shown in such a tender way. it brought me back to who i was when i first read about these characters: 15 years old, closeted, and living in my parents strict, religious home. i didn't know how to make sense of myself and where i fit in the world. when i read ari and dante, it was the first book id ever read centered on a queer love story. it destabilized me in the best way. now i'm 19, living on my own and i'm proudly out. seeing their love on the screen is such an important thing. to see queer love that is young, that is beautiful and innocent and soft, love that doesn't have borders or rules. jesus christ we need more of this

when i finished watching it, i took an advil for my headache, waited half an hour and then watched it all over again. when this comes out on some streaming service, it WILL be the most watched movie of my life. it will be the comfort movie i watch on rainy days, when i need something to fall asleep to, when i'm sad, when i'm happy, when i am avoiding my homework. it will be THAT movie

not to be dramatic but i haven't stopped thinking about this movie since i watched it. if anyone else on here has seen it, please message me so i can have someone to talk to about ~those~ scenes. and even if you haven't seen it but you'd like to talk abt the movie, pls message!!!!!

gonna go reread the book and cry :-))

[lokisprettygirl]

Hit me Baby, One more time (Wrestler Loki x Female Reader)

Read chapter 16 here

Chapter 17

Summary : You learn more about Loki's delinquent past, and you do what you do best. You judge him.

Warning : 18+, Some heated situations, Mentions of Domestic abuse, cheating, crime, violence, it gets a little emotional, gaslighting, loki deserves a hug,

You felt your blood running cold as you heard Jack, a criminal? A murderer? He's a murderer? His own father? 

"Remember that day, the great wrestler Loki? When you almost beat your father to death, the same man who taught you to fight? The man who adopted you? You ungrateful Swine" You heard Jack's voice and then you looked at Loki, he seemed stoic but his eyes, those eyes looked so hurt, filled with pain. He grew up with his father who often used that word for him.

He seemed hurt to you, but it doesn't matter, all this time you thought you were getting yourself involved with a womanizer, but a womanizer with a criminal past? You can't do that, it's too much, your parents would be so disappointed if they even find out about all this.

"Get out of my house" you said to Loki and the look he gave you will haunt you forever. He wiped the tears threatening to fall from his eyes and he gave you a little smile, and then you heard him "Judgemental little birdy" then he was gone. You have never heard his voice so dejected, so hurt. He looked you right into the eyes as he called you Judgemental.

"Thank god I was here, who knows what a criminal like him planned for you. You're so innocent, you see the good in everyone-" you cut Jack's self congratulatory speech in between as you couldn't hear him boasting anymore "You Get out too, right now" 

You raised your voice and he was shocked, you have never done that before, not with him and he was taken aback by your confidence, what happened to his gullible Y/n? "Why? I just saved you from that maniac" he told you and you glared at him "I said Get the fuck out " you yelled again and he took two steps away from you. "Fine, Call me when you're back to your senses" he told you before he left and you locked the door quickly.

You knew nothing about Loki's past, you have spent so many nights with him but you never even asked his full name, what were you thinking all this time? You rewinded every meeting you have had with him, places you went alone with him, you went to his home, how could you be so reckless? he could have done anything with you.

You sat down on the couch and searched his name on Google, you typed his name and you saw his full official name on the screen Loki Friggason, such a different last name,  all you found was about his wrestling career, how many millions he makes in a year, women he was seen around with and brands he endorses, nothing more.

Then you typed something else "Loki, man tries to kill his own father case, New york" when you searched the term, you found hell loads of articles about him, it happened when he was barely 18, 14 years ago, you saw a picture of him outside the court smiling while cops took him away, he looked so young but his demeanor seemed so old, he scared you a little, you found a video clip of him so you opened the link "Adopted killer son's psychopathic rage" the title read.

"Loki loki why did you try to kill your father Odin?" A reporter asked him and he smiled "Why? Let's see hah, Because he deserved it? My only regret in life would be that I left the job unfinished, all I wanted in life was for Odin to be dead at my feet" then he snickered and the clip ended there. You felt goosebumps forming over your skin as you finished watching him. He was skinnier back then, same face though, just looked younger, you researched more and you found that since he was almost 18 and he wasn't remorseful at all about what he did, he was charged as an adult and sentenced for 7 years, but because of later findings and his good behavior his sentence was reduced to three.

You turned your phone off after that, you had read enough and seen enough for the day, you knew nothing about him. Nothing at all.

When you asked him to get out of your house, he was hurt by your behavior, not that it would have mattered, he wouldn't disclose his past to you, at least not all of it, it's too ugly, he has tried so hard to overcome that phase of his life but how could he? That's what shaped him into the man he is today, he wouldn't be what he is if it wasn't for Odin. He would be a normal man, as normal as other midgardians could be. 

Maybe it's for the best, maybe it's a sign that he is better off alone, a girl like you would never want to associate with a man like him, someone with such a disturbing past. And that's perfectly okay, he wouldn't expect you to do that either. You don't owe him anything, you were just looking for mindless fun right? A rebound.

Around 8 at night, you laid down on the bed exhausted from the day even though you did nothing today, you thought about the day you saw him for the first time, he helped you get home, he has been nothing but sweet to you, even though rude at times but he never made you feel uncomfortable or unsafe with him, you could trust him even though he was a mere stranger. 

Is this why he got so upset when he lost the fight? Is this why his relationship with his brother is strained? Are you judging him too harshly because of his past? Maybe there is a reason for it? You trusted him and felt safe with him, he never gave you a reason to not do so. 

When he reached his place he called his mother, the only person who he could talk to in moments like this, when she picked up she was greeted with silence, and she knew he was hurting, he would always go quiet when he was hurting even as a child "What's bothering you my child" she asked softly and he sniffed, sometimes he was just that little afraid, scared out of his mind boy inside the body of a mature grown man "Miss you mama" she teared up as she heard his broken voice, in moments like this she couldn't help but wish he allowed himself to let someone else in, someone who could be there for him when he needed her. 

"Something happened? Did you see your brother?" She asked him and he responded in no. He didn't want to admit it but you throwing him out like that from your house really bothered him. "There's a Gi-" he was going to say something but he heard the ring from the intercom so he sighed "I'll talk to you later, heimdall is here probably, I love you mama" she sighed as she heard him "I love you and I'm always here" he smiled a little and then he hung up.

He turned the intercom on just to be sure, but instead of heimdall it was you, standing there in a pair of black shirt and jeans, why did you come here? All alone? Are you not scared of him after learning of his past? He buzzed you in and when you reached his floor, he left the main door open for you. When you got in he was in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of red wine.

"Want some?" He asked you and you shook your head in no. You probably shouldn't be here, not after the way you threw him out like that, but you couldn't help it, you had to come. He always attracted you towards him even before you knew anything about him. 

"What are you doing here?" He walked past you, as he sat down on the couch, leaving you to stand awkwardly in the middle of his living room, the softness and hurt you saw in his eyes before, it vanished and you couldn't see it anymore,it was replaced by his usual apathetic self.

You walked over to the couch and sat down next to him "Are you okay?" You asked him and he snickered "Why wouldn't I be? You think I would cry because you threw me out? Or because your boyfriend stated a very public fact from my past?" He said nonchalantly and you sighed at his reaction, he was definitely upset about you sending him away, you could tell by the way he talked to you, he tried to act like he didn't care but his voice trembled as he spoke

 "I'm sorry about that, I freaked out, I am judgemental you are right about that" you told him softly and he looked at you.

"it's just I have never been friends with  anyone like -" you continued but he cut you off mid sentence.

"Like what, a criminal?" He asked you and you looked down, you were not going to use that word but something similar for sure.

"I judged you based on my experience" you told him and he glared at you again

 "Also, I am not your friend birdy" he snickered at you again and you nodded your head "He's not my boyfriend anymore either" you told him but he didn't say anything.

 "Do you want to talk about it with me?" You asked him and he shook his head in no but he didn't look at you, he was looking ahead.

"Okay do you want me to leave?" You asked him, hoping for him to say No.

He shook his head in no again and you smiled.

"Do you want to kiss me?" Please Say yes

He looked at you as you said that, a small smile forming on the corner of his lips, so you crawled over to him and you sat on his lap, he pulled you in closer and you placed a soft kiss on his lips, he kept the wine glass on the head of the couch, he may never admit that to himself but he needed this, he needed a soothing safe touch when he felt like this.

You couldn't even deny anymore that you were getting addicted to him, you couldn't stop yourself from coming here, and it's not just physical, you felt bad for him as you thought about his hurt eyes, it haunted you. The pain you saw in them seemed insurmountable, he definitely had a rough life growing up but you never could have guessed that because of how he conducted himself. So confident, so in control of his emotions, you never could have figured out that he had such a tough life. You wanted to know more but you didn't think he wanted to share with you.

"I'm sorry loki, I'm sorry" you mumbled softly and he intertwined his fingers in your hair as he pulled your head closer to him "You should be birdy, you should be sorry for this" he mumbled and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

"Are you scared of me Little thing?" he asked as he sucked on your neck and you shook your head in no frantically "I feel safe with you, I didn't lie in the morning when I said i would trust you with anything" you told him and he unbuttoned your shirt slowly "I would never hurt you or lay a finger on you, unless you'd want me to of course" he whispered and you felt your face getting warmer at the suggestion. You know he won't hurt you like that.

"Mmmm loki please" you moaned as he licked a stripe between the valley between your breasts "Whatt? Want me to fuck you?" He asked you and you shook your head in yes "Use your words" he said sternly.

"Yes please fuck me loki please I want to, I want you to" you whispered and he smiled.

"You beg so sweetly" you whined as he picked you up and he took you to his bedroom, he have never fucked a woman here before, but you were not just some women. He placed you down on the bed and then he took his jacket off, then his shirt followed. Your eyes raked over his rock hard build. 

"Are you sure you want this birdy? You can say no and we will go grab dinner and then cuddle" he asked you again just to be sure, and you thought about it, he was vulnerable even if he wasn't showing it and this isn't how you pictured your first time with him. This doesn't seem passionate or needy from both sides, it seemed more like a chore.

"I uhhh loki I " you stuttered on your words and he chuckled, then he leaned down to kiss you "That's okay, I wasn't feeling it either, when I take you for the first time, I want both of us drowning in our lust for each other, I want you begging for me and I want to give you the best ever sex of your life" 

He mumbled softly, then he kissed you, you took a deep breath as he pulled away and he took out his phone to order dinner then he crawled  on the bed. You lay next to him and cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb softly over his cheekbones 

"You want to know, you are curious, aren't you?" He perched himself on his elbow as he pecked your cheek, you ran your fingers through his chest, caressing him softly.

"It's okay if you don't want to share, I just.. you said he deserved it, why? What did he do" you mumbled and he thought about it, you probably researched on him, he knows he shouldn't involve you in his fucked up past, what good it would do to any of you? But at the same time he wanted to share a little something with the woman he was cuddling in his bed, the woman who he haven't even fucked yet 

"He was an abuser, a cheating bastard, hurt my mother ever since we got on mid-- since we got to new york" 

You looked up at him from his chest , your fingers went back to caressing his cheekbones again "I'm so sorry" you whispered as you teared up, you have had a fairly normal life, your parents loved each other, they were still together "Don't be, not your fault" he mumbled as he put his head down on his pillow after kissing you softly. 

"He crossed a line one day, something he shouldn't have done, he did it right in front of my eyes and I couldn't stop it from happening, all my life I watched him hurt her, I watched him abuse her trust again and again, so I couldn't take it anymore and I.. I lost my mind that day" you held him tightly to comfort him and he hid his face between your neck "Do you regret doing it? Almost killing him? You asked him and he sighed,

"No, I would do it all over again" he told you and you tightened your grip on him, he hummed as he felt you so close, he has never had such a loving touch, whatever love he received in his 32 years of life was from his mama and some brotherly love from Heimdall and Thor, well at least before it all went to shit. You holding him so tightly as he told you that he would absolutely kill his father if gotten the chance made him feel as if you understood his motives. You were not judging him for his truth.

After loki told you why he attacked his father, almost murdered him, you felt bad about judging him previously, for sending him away, you have only known him from two months but the connection you felt with him was unusual as if you were destined to meet him that day.

"Is your mom doing okay?" You asked him and he sighed again "As good as she could be, somewhere safe" he told you and you pulled away to look at him "What's her name?" You asked him and he smiled "Frigga" he told you enough about him, he wasn't going to reveal about the abuse he faced, that part of his life is too ugly, he was so weak and cowardly, couldn't even protect himself or his mama. 

Friggason, you remembered his full name, that's cute "I'm sorry you had to go through that, at such young age, you didn't deserve it baby I'm so sorry" you didn't even realize that you used a pet name for him, you just wanted to comfort him in the moment, he was just 17, a child, barely an adult, he deserved none of it. He kissed the side of your temple as you tried to console him.

 And then it clicked to you, it made sense, the reason why he hates Jack. Does he see his father in jack? But Jack is not his father, he would never hurt you like that, at least not physically right?

"Is this why you hate Jack?" You asked him and he nodded in yes "He acts like him, cheated on you, came back to Apologize, but didn't stop fucking around behind your back, never cared about your pleasure or your boundaries, blamed you for bad sex, broke your trust and made you feel as if you were at fault, that it was because of you he had to go out and cheat on you, cheating is a choice one makes, it's not something that just happens for a reason" 

He told you in one go and you couldn't stop your tears, you sobbed into his arms, you didn't want to, he needed you right now but you couldn't help yourself from feeling vulnerable too.

"Hey sweet thing, what's wrong? What did I do?" He turned you on your back as he got on top of you, he was worried that he said something wrong "Whatt? Tell me" he asked you softly, his voice so gentle as if you'd break if he was any harsher.

"Did he ever love me? I just...I look back and I don't..I don't even know if he ever loved me, it's like I don't even know this Jack" you hiccuped through your tears and he felt your pain, he have never felt so for any other woman like this before "Oh darling"  he wiped your tears and he kissed your forehead before he spoke further "Maybe You don't know him, maybe I'm projecting my issues on him, maybe I'm judging him too harshly but all I know is that a girl like you would only get hurt all her life with a man like him" 

He told you with all honesty and you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hair touching your chest, he is so nice and sweet sometimes, especially everytime you're in your feels, he does his best to comfort you but he keeps it real too which you like "Thank you, little mischief" you pulled him in for a kiss, and he kissed you back softly. It was loving and romantic, none of you knew exactly what was happening here, you could never think that a fine specimAn like him would ever want you more than sex and he couldn't give you love or marriage because he have never seen two people happy and loved together.

"Wait, I forgot to ask, why did Jack say that you assaulted him?" You asked him and he said something he shouldn't have, he should have told you the truth that he did it for you but he didn't, he lied instead "He was bothering cary, she complained to me so I gave him what he deserved" 

That's what you thought, he wouldn't do it for you obviously "Ohh" you seemed disappointed with his answer and now he regretted lying to you, but it was a harmless lie right? He didn't think it would really matter, plus he didn't want you to misunderstand the situation.

The food delivery guy was here, so he went to grab the food, and you got off his bed too, you sat down on the dining table, thinking about the weird day you spent with him. You thought you'd finally get to have sex with him but it all got so emotional instead, it took a turn, you got to know more about him and you can't help yourself from feeling attached to him in an emotional way. As he was serving the food on the plate, he noticed that you were lost somewhere, so he called your name to get your attention and you looked at him.

"Something wrong?" He asked you and you shook your head. But then you said something that made him feel like his heart just broke in pieces, a feeling he has never had before. Not like this, never like this.

"I'm going back to Ohio in a week, I won't come back here" 

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