#now is a terrible time for this guy who made the petition to do so given the strikes but

[surlifen]

I know change dot org doesn't work but you should feed into my wild fantasies by signing this one anyway to bring back one of the best shows I've ever seen that was unfairly cancelled

https://chng.it/hQbQxJDDQM

[il-miele-che-scrive]

Can I request something similar to your latest Lewis smau except y/n is Toto's daughter? It's controversial because she's younger, you know the drill

Sure!! <3 For this one I made Y/n a singer

Btw the song in this fic is made up lol

username1 She's PRECIOUS

username2 Y/n is so me

username3 Honestly that's so reletable

username4 I swear this girl will pet any creature she can, how isn't she scared of catching some disease?

↳username1 Have you ever heard of water? Is the concept of washing your hands familiar to you?

username5 Oh to be a cat pet by Y/n Wolff...

username6 A rich girl petting strays... Imagine how much of a better place the world would be if she put the same energy into some charity work

↳username7 Y/n is known for doing charity work when it comes to animals. Pretty sure some % of her earnings goes to several pet charities, organizations. Not to mention she's been vegan for a few years now

↳username8 Wow immagine if you did your research before commenting

↳username9 i love how Y/n was born into the rich life but has always been humble and used her money to help others

username10 Literally she gets a lot of hate for being a daughter of a billionaire like okay next time she'll choose to be born poor lmao

username11 exactly!! there's a difference between flexing on daddy's money and using your daddy's money for good causes

username9 pretty sure she makes her own money now;)

y/n_wolff Busy day at work 😋 look who I bumped into on the way to the studio!!

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georgerussell63 Look at you finally doing some work

↳y/n_wolff Don't worry, soon I'm back at my 2nd job (I just hang around the paddock looking all pretty and stuff)

georgerussell63 No, thank you ❤️ we don't miss you

lewishamilton Speak for yourself George, Roscoe likes when Y/n babysits him

y/n_wolff Roscoe is the only one who understands me for real 😭

roscoelovescoco Petition for an invitation next time you go to the studio

↳y/n_wolff I swear I sent one, it must've got lost on the way 🥹 the pigeon dropped it or something

roscoelovescoco Still using pigeons? That's not very vegan of you...

y/n_wolff Hey! I pay them, alright? If they didn't want to, they wouldn't do this job...

y/n_wolff (hey everyone this is a joke obv)

username3 Imagine what will happen when the haters see this comment section lol

mercedesamgf1 Can't wait to hear it ❤️

↳y/n_wolff 🫶

oscarpiastri Look at that last pic of Y/n with Lando

↳landonorris fuck you if I was an animal i wouldn't be a cat

y/n_wolff Right, you'd be a worm.

landonorris would you guys still love me if I was a worm?

oscarpiastri No

y/n_wolff No

username1 May this be a love song 🤞I need to her one from Y/n after her terrible breakup last year

↳username2 She had a boyfriend last year??

username1 Yeah, we don't know anything about him besides the fact that he broke her heart... Poor girl deserves some true love

username2 Was it a driver?

username1 I highly doubt it, they wouldn't be able to keep it so private

alex_albon Pls make it singable on track

↳y/n_wolff 😬 well...

alex_albon Y/n...

y/n_wolff It's a love song...

username4 SHE ADMITTED!! IT'S A LOVE SONG!!

↳username5 Our girl is in love again 😭

username4 I just hope he treats her better than her ex. Otherwise imma need to talk to him

maxverstappen1 If you like cats so much you should come over sometime

↳username4 Cats rizz 💀

↳username2 No cuz Max has had a crush on Y/n for so long now and I'd love to see them together

↳y/n_wolff You're a few weeks too late 😂🙈

username3 EXCUSE ME I NEED TO KNOW WHO THE MAN IS

username5 Me too, I just wanna talk... *cracking fingers*

y/n_wolff The one I prayed for out now, let me know your thoughts 🩷🕊️

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georgerussell63 Since when are you so religious?🤨

↳y/n_wolff He changed me ❤️

oscarpiastri Great, another song Lando will make me unwillingly listen to

↳y/n_wolff You love my music, don't lie

landonorris yes he does

oscarpiastri Alright, I know a few songs

y/n_wolff A few songs my ass, I saw that iconic interview where you and Lando sing my songs

landonorris he will never admit it but he was a fan YEARS before he got into f1 and met you

y/n_wolff Not like I stalk his Twitter but I saw a post from 2019 about me, it had like 5 likes and Oscar was one of them lmao

landonorris i knew you had daddy issues but are you okay?

↳y/n_wolff Yeah why?? Wtf??

landonorris well after hearing this song I'm not

username1 "They may judge the age we are, the differences they see, but love knows not of boundaries, it only seeks to be free" MY GIRL IS A POET 😭

username2 I'm not ready to meet this man after hearing "He's walked through fire, faced his fears, but in his heart, there's room for tears" 😭

carmenmmundt Truly in love with the lyrics, they're out of this world, out of this century

↳y/n_wolff Thank you love 🥹

lewishamilton The chorus got me in a chokehold💜

↳y/n_wolff He's the one I prayed for, in the dead of night, a love like ours, hidden from sight. If people knew, they'd say it's wrong, but in his arms I belong🥹

↳username4 What is Lewis doing here...?

username5 Chill, he drives for Mercedes. George also commented in case you didn't notice

username3 Lyrics so beautiful miss girl was born in the wrong generation

↳username2 fr it sounds straight from 20th century poetry, she's too pure for the age of quick tinder hookups

username6 I knew what her father was like but damn...that song screams daddy issues...

↳username7 Y/n said music is her therapy, that's just how she chooses to express her emotions

username8 When are we going to talk about this part of the lyrics?? "In his eyes, reflections of victory, every triumph and mystery. He's raced through life, faced every curve"?? THIS HAS TO BE ABOUT A DRIVER

↳username9 Y/N AND MAX???

username10 me when I'm delusional

↳username11 I wish it was about Max, but it's certainly about an older guy. I mean, Max is a few years older than Y/n, but the song feels like the guy is in his 30s

lewishamilton Summer break = days spent at the beach

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username1 Sir Lewis Hamilton casually adding his boss' daughter to his vacation pics 🤨

↳username2 fr did he think we wouldn't notice?

georgerussell63 Blink twice if Y/n forced you to post the last photo

↳lewishamilton She kindly asked and I agreed.

y/n_wolff Exactly. That's what I do. I ask. Kindly.

username3 SO HER SONG IS ABOUT HIM??

↳username4 Seems like it 🥹

username3 idk how I feel about it tbh... she's too young for him

username5 Yeah imo she'd be better with Max

username4 Shut the hell up guys, let them be happy, there must be a reason they're together

landonorris that's called soft launching, did you know that?

↳y/n_wolff Wdym?? We're just team bonding during the summer break

georgerussell63 Then why wasn't I at the team bonding?

y/n_wolff Uhhhh I'll call you back later, I'm driving through a tunnel 😬

username6 She's too young for him, will have her fun and move onto the next guy (Max?)

↳username7 You're the reason why so many celebs prefer to keep their relationships a secret

username8 WHAT DID TOTO SAY??

↳username6 Does he even know? 💀 AFAIK he doesn't have social media

username8 But it's impossible that he wouldn't know, right...?

y/n_wolff I love you but what is this basic caption?😭

↳lewishamilton I'd rather like to focus on how pretty you look

y/n_wolff I LOVE YOU 😭

landonorris simp

y/n_wolff Stfu Lando, you wish you could hang out with us at the beach

username3 Lmao didn't expect Lando calling the 7 times world champion a simp but here we are

username9 Okay guys but... The girlfriend effect? How will the girlfriend effect work in this case if Lewis is a fashion icon already?

↳username10 There must be a way for an upgrade, there always is

y/n_wolff Sorry, he's all perfect already🫶I guess the gf effect only applies to boys and my man is a real man🗡

maxverstappen1 Have fun ☀️ see you back on track soon

↳username6 Something doesn't feels right seeing Max in this comment section...

username10 Get your shit together, him and Y/n never had a thing, y'all made it all up based on one interview Max gave years ago

mercedesamgf1 🌞😎

y/n_wolff He's the one I prayed for

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lewishamilton I love you babe but what is this basic caption?

↳y/n_wolff You're learning from the best, I see

georgerussell63 Good to know you're still team bonding 👍

↳y/n_wolff Yeah, we bonded really hard last night😌

georgerussell63 TMI

oscarpiastri The last pic 🤓

↳landonorris she's getting bold isn't she

y/n_wolff I don't have reasons to be shy tho, do I?

landonorris girl made one good song and made it her whole personality

↳y/n_wolff This is girlhood, you'd never get it

landonorris btw this is hard launching but in a 'we don't give a fuck' way

↳y/n_wolff Well, we don't 🤷‍♀️

username1 WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LITTLE Y/N😭

↳username2 She grew up 😭

username3 I love how nonchalant they're about it

carmenmmundt Someone's been working out🤭

↳y/n_wolff Now I have a personal trainer 😌

username4 WHAT DID TOTO SAY??

↳username5 Bet we're gonna see much more of smashing his headset after the break

username6 How is she so casual about it? We just found out she's dating LEWIS MF HAMILTON and she's acting like that's nothing

↳username3 I guess it is 'nothing' for her, she's known Lewis since she was really young

username7 That's what's giving me the biggest ick because this man has known her since she was an early teen and suddenly decided to date her?

username3 Yeah but she's in her 20s now, she's a consenting adult

username7 That's not normal, this is the definition of grooming

username3 I'm sorry I'm too european for your bullshit

username8 Lewis said fuck it I'm going to Ferrari next year anyway, might as well shoot my shot 💀

username9 Max Verstappen has been really silent

↳username10 Now he'll compete with Lewis not only for the championship but also for Y/n 😂

username9 It would be such a win

username11 Can y'all MaxY/n shippers shut up? I swear y'all are worse than Lestappen shippers

y/n_wolff Roscoe working hard while his dad socializes with his grandpaw 🥳

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username1 I didn't even realize now that Y/n and Lewis are together it means Toto is Roscoe's grandpaw 😭

georgerussell63 Working hard or hardly working?

↳y/n_wolff No comment...

landonorris really shocked to see toto still gets along with lew

↳username2 Lando saying what we all think lol

↳y/n_wolff Dad was actually happy!!

landonorris does he hope you'll convince lew to stay in mercedes?

y/n_wolff How am I supposed to know 🤷‍♀️ you go talk to him

oscarpiastri New songs when?

↳y/n_wolff Soon!! (I haven't started working on them)

username2 I'm actually happy to see them happy and that Toto accepts Lewis as Y/n's boyfriend

↳username3 It's still weird 💀 imagine calling a 40 year old your 'boyfriend'

username2 People are allowed to find love at any age

username3 Lewis is closer in age to Toto than to Y/n

username2 And? Y/n isn't a child, she's a grown woman, if Lewis is what she wants, who are we to judge?

username3 It's just icky... It's not gonna last long

username4 I still can't stop thinking what could be if Y/n was dating Max 🥹

↳username5 fr my dream couple

username6 Y'all see how Y/n predicted people's reaction in her song? "If people knew, they'd say it's wrong" and y'all can't stop yapping about imaginary grooming or what her and Max could've been

↳username7 Girl should've kept it a secret, I feel sorry for them 🥲

↳username8 But in his arms I belong

y/n_wolff Okay everybody, I didn't want to talk about it, but you give me no choice. Lewis and I are in love, there was no grooming involved, I make my own decisions. I really wanted to cherish our love with my new music, but you make me re-think it. I don't feel excited to share our love with you anymore.

↳lewishamilton Don't worry about them darling ❤️

↳danielricciardo FEA

↳landonorris You have our support guys

↳oscarpiastri Don't let these comments get to you, they don't matter

↳georgerussell63 I know I usually act like a snappy older brother, but I love to see you happy (even if Lewis is the reason)

↳maxverstappen1 Haters are always gonna hate, but they don't deserve your attention

[headmasterseverussnape]

Severus Snape, a small 16-year-old boy— too underweight and petite for his age, stood in his small bathroom glaring into the mirror as he brushed his teeth. Faster and faster, harder and harder he brushed. Brushing until he felt a metallic taste in his mouth. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks sallowish and his gums were bleeding as his mind was wracked with thoughts and memories he wished would just go away. His reflection glared back at him, his own dark lifeless eyes staring into his very soul that had been tormented for all his ‘pitiful’ life.

Oh, it was just another day. Just another day of being harassed and bullied by those ‘perfect little heroes’ known as the Marauders. His tormentors. It was another day he lost himself to the unbearable anger and pain that resided in the back of his dark little mind. Another day of causing disappointment to the one person he cared about, Lily Evans. Just another day of being treated less than a person because of his blood and class status as well as the way he looked.

He continued to glare at himself in the mirror. He hated it. He hated himself. He hated his reflection. He hated his father who mercilessly beat him and his mother on bad days, which was most days. He hated the marauders who tormented and harassed him for no good reason. He hated the teachers and staff who ignored him for not being popular, rich or a pureblood. He hated how he could SEE his poverty, his weakness, his filth. It sickened him.

His reflection was proof of his tainted blood. It was proof he would never be like the ‘heroic’ James Potter whom everyone seemed to love. It was proof he would never have the humor of Sirius Black, whose jokes could make anyone laugh even if they were utterly terrible. It was proof he would never be like Remus Lupin who was a coward but seen as shy and likable guy. It was proof he would never be like Peter Pettigrew who was pathetic in a way that added to the credibility of his tormentors, that made it seem so utterly impossible they could ever do any wrong.

He knew. He knew Lily Evans was taking a liking to them. He could see it in her eyes. Every time she’d glance at Potter or smile at Black’s jokes. He knew he was slowly losing her to them. It was only a matter of time and he knew he could do nothing to stop it.

“Heh.. they’re right... I must be pathetic... I can’t even hold onto one person… the one person that cared for me…”

Blood dripped down from his lips as he spoke, going into the sink’s drain and disappearing. He watched through the mirror as his blood fell to the bottom of the sink. He chuckled, how pathetic did he have to be? The grip he had on his toothbrush tightened, as he went back to brushing. Harder and harder and harder. Trying to get the filth to disappear. The filth no one but himself could see.

He dropped the toothbrush, as the memories of his torment pervaded his mind. He looked down at the sink as he spat out more of his blood, watching it disappear down the dark drain. Oh, how he wished he could follow.

He quickly glanced up at the mirror once more, looking through his dark messy and greasy hair. He clenched his jaw tightly, anger clouding his judgment.

Slamming his fist into the thing, he broke it and watched as it shattered into pieces. His knuckles were now bloody and bruised but he didn’t care. He’s had worse, why would he care about something as trivial as this?

“Pathetic. You’re so *pathetic*. So- so *weak!* It’s utterly humiliating-! No wonder *she* wants to be with them rather than you! You deserve this. They know it, she knows it- Heh. Even *you* know it.”

He slammed his fist into the broken glass again, letting his knuckles get scratched up and bruised even more. It was nothing he couldn’t handle. Not after the beatings and bullying he went through. This was- this was practically child’s play compared to what he’s already been through. He was numb to it.

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Another sagau reader hearing someone insulting characters and going apeshit but when someone insults reader are like "......hmm shodul I drink hot chocolate or tea today?" This time ganyu( becose I still pissed at one guy who insulted her i her own story quest) bennet and nilou (another chance to make azar feel terror)

COMING RIGHT UP, ANON. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING OMG 💀 I have been too dead without these requests, fr.

Click Me For Part 1!

When Someone Insults Ganyu, Bennett, and Nilou vs When Someone Insults Reader...

(Disclaimers: Might Be OOC, Mentions of Violence, & Quest/Genshin Impact Lore Spoilers!)

Ganyu

Okay, first of all: Yes, I am adding that stupid idiot cough Xin Cheng cough into this.

You were just following the Traveler and Paimon, joining Ganyu's Story Quest which, for some reason, was not completed yet. So, you decided to tag along to see Ganyu!

You weren't hyped when that beggar came out of nowhere and started to do all that fairytale stuff even you don't approve of—and you were someone that sticks themselves into your own head, thank you very much.

So when this man started to gain the audacity to insult Ganyu, you knew you had to step up and do something. No one, and you quite mean it, was going to insult her and get away with it.

"Hey!" You came out from your hiding spot (you're the Almighty Creator, you know it'll make the situation worse). "Just what the hell do you think you're doing, huh?"

Xin Cheng pales at the sight of your enraged figure. He stutters to make an excuse, but you cut him off. You're having none of it.

"Get your useless self out of here, before I decide to kick it down the mountains myself!"

To say that Ganyu was shocked that you were getting angry over a mortal was an understatement. She was beyond surprised that you even stood up for her.

But she did have to intervene with your threatening—after all, she is still an Adeptus. Protecting the people of Liyue was still her duty.

"Your Grace...Please let him go. I'm sure he already understands his mistake." Ganyu's soft voice only made your anger increase—she sounded so upset!

"Y-yes, please, Your Grace! I understand what I've done wrong, I—"

"Silence." You glare down at the mortal. Your turn back to Ganyu, and considered your choices. While you wanted to wreck absolute vengeance on this man, you also didn't want to hurt Ganyu's feelings more.

Guess you were going down Trauma Lane, then. You sigh, and stomp your feet as you turn around to glare at Xin Cheng, catching his petite form by surprise.

"If I ever see you do this again..." Your eyes narrow. "Believe me when I say it—you will be granted no mercy by any adeptus nor Rex Lapis himself. Now SCRAM!" With that, he was running for the hills. You weren't entirely satisfied, but you'll take it. For now.

What would Happen if Ganyu heard you get insulted? Well, first of all, she would gasp quietly to herself. What was this blasphemy? She's utterly horrified.

Ganyu thinks she might faint once she realizes you were nearby, checking out vendor goods next to where the gossipers were spilling terrible insults of your image.

"Y-Your Grace! Please accept my apology on behalf of the people of Liyue." Will literally run up to you and apologize for them. While she may not be the one who did it, she's still cares about the People of Liyue—and thus her reasoning as to why she's askign for the mercy of the Almighty Creator.

Your puzzled look turns to Ganyu. "Who are you apologizing for?" Ganyu blinks.

"The, uhm—the gossipers..?" You're still confused, until your eyes shine once recognition hits you like Truck-Kun.

"Ohhh, those dudes! Yeah, don't worry about them—they're pretty boring, saying the same thing like a broken record. Say—wanna shop with me? I'm paying, of course."

And that's how you got Ganyu to be more comfortable around you! :D

Bennett

Ah, our unlucky yet optimistic adventurer! This boy—he is good. He's cool, and he's rather awed by most of the kids in Mondstadt.

He was hanging out with Razor and Fischl when someone decides to insult him. this genuinely upsets him—after all, they were insulting his ability and his position in the Adventurer's Guild...

Already, Razor and Fischl were already up to defend him, but what they didn't expect is for the Almighty Creator (aka you) got to it first.

"I beg your pardon," you say through gritted teeth. "How exactly is having a bad luck aura got to do with ANYTHING related to being an adventurer?" You're glaring so many daggers you could practically say you were breaking all the walls. "Perhaps we'll see just how lucky you are when I send you to Dragon Spine and watch your dead corpses FREEZE TO DEATH?"

The insulters were paling the more you went on. Razor and Fischl aren't sure what to do—you're already there, dealing with the situation.

But Bennett? Well uh, like usual, his bad luck got the best of him, and he accidentally stumbles towards you (miraculously). He bumps into you, and you shift your gaze onto him.

"Uh—Sorry, Your Grace! I really didn't mean to bump into you, I swear!" Poor guy is scared because his bad luck affected him at the worst time of all. He thinks he might get killed.

You though? Oh, hell nah. Your gaze already soften, and you decided to show favoritism! You pull the boy into a hug, glaring at the insulters one more time as a warning to scram, before you go back to enjoying giving the boy affection!

But when Bennett hears you get insulted? Well, first of all, screw his bad luck because the insulters were quite literally telling him how bad of a Creator you were!

He immediately tries to avoid getting too deep into the discussion, trying to sway the topic elsewhere to no avail, and he pales when he realizes you were literally a few steps away from them!

And it seems his bad luck gets in the way again, because you just turned right as he was staring at you with shocked eyes!

However, instead of being mad, you were actually beaming when you see him. You wave at Bennett, smiling.

"Bennett! Help me choose some flowers, yeah?"

"Uhm—uh, Sure, Your Grace!"

And that's how the insulters were hiding in their homes for the rest of their lives as you merrily dragged Bennett out of that horrendous conversation.

Nilou

Honestly, do I need to say who decided to insult this amazing dancer?

Yes, it was fricking Azar again. What is up with this crazy old man, nobody knows. Perhaps you should put him in prison for a while until he's gained a sense of appreciation for the Arts. ALL of the Arts.

Apparently, when you had drilled fear into this man, he thought it only applied to flipping Nahida. As much as you love Nahida, you are not going to have Azar twists your words and make it seem like you grant him permission to snark down other people—especially the people of Zubayr Theater.

So when Azar finally decides to have scholars gain the nerve to insult Nilou on behalf of his stupid brain, you (of course) just had to get yourself involved with this.

"Excuse me, but since when did you have the audacity to judge someone else's profession of art, simply because it isn't 'academic' in any way?" You spat. "Where I come from, Art courses are necessary in order to move on in your academic life." When Nilou hears you, she, first of all, is grateful of you stepping up for her, and, second of all, very scared of what might be happening next.

The scholars pale, but they seem to have taken your comment as a debate.

"With all due respect, Your Grace, the Arts are anything but educational—"

"Was I looking for a second opinion, dimwit?" You narrow your eyes. "Besides, have you yourself ever tried the Art of Dancing or the Art of Music before?"

"Well—uhm, no, but—"

"Then shut up, then." The scholars begin to panic as your voice becomes low and dangerous. "You don't have an excuse to be judgmental if you haven't even tried this stuff yourself."

"Ex-Sage Azar told us to say this!" They blurt out, and that only increases your rage. Seeing that things might escalate, Nilou steps in.

"Your Grace, let's not be too harsh!" She exclaims, waving her hands frantically. "I'm sure they understand what they did wrong. There's no need to have them punished." You narrowed your eyes in disagreement, for a half second, Nilou thought she made the situation worse.

But when you sigh heavily, she knew you relented. You glare at the scholars again.

"Tell Azar if he does this again, to ANYONE, I'll cut his head off, and there's no more excuses there. In fact—bring me to him. I'll have a talk with him myself."

Yeah, Azar got traumatized again :)

But when Nilou hears you be insulted? Quite literally behind your back? She thought she was going to faint from the gossiper's comments alone! You being there to listen it to it all only made her feel worse.

She was about to confront them, until she saw other people nearby dealing with the situation. So, Nilou decides to check up and see if you were okay...After all, those comments weren't nice.

She was pretty shocked when she realized you were contemplating over wares instead, completely unbothered by the drama going on behind your back. Nevertheless, she was still going to apologize in case you were just hiding your emotions.

"Uhm, Your Grace—I would like to apologize on behalf of all of Zubayr Theater. We should've done something earlier." You look at her, confused.

"What are you apologizing for, Nilou?" You ask. She blinks.

"Uhm, the gossipers, Your Grace..?" Your eyes widen, before you bark a laugh.

"Oh, those dudes! Yeah—don't worry about them, honestly. Say—help me pick: should I get hot chocolate or tea from this lovely store?"

Let's just say you had a fun time hanging out with Nilou for the rest of the afternoon :)

AND THAT'S IT! WE ARE DONE! I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE AND TAKING 30+ YEARS TO FINISH THIS, BUT IT'S HERE! :D I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED IT!

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: To anyone who's waiting for The Lost Shining God of Celestia, yes I have been writing on it. However, due to personal life problems and other IRL circumstances, it's taking a little longer than expected. I am sorry, everyone!

✦ Check out The Ghost Rebel’s Blog Description & Info Page to See if Their Mailbox is Open! ✦

[milksuu]

RAHHH APHELIOS FANS RISE 🦅🦅🦅🦅

i need… I need him to whimper during sex… idk how… idk when… but I know he whimpers I can just feel it… do with this as u please

❥ prompt: He made a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake. Aphelios thought since you were such a cute shorty, the bedroom would be his domain. How did he end up being bottom, pinned, with you on top!? ❥ content/warnings: nswf 18+, cute!softdom!reader, teasing, light-bondage ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel!aphelios / f!smol!reader (minor implied poly!sett/phel/reader)

He met you on the bustling train. Jammed packed after rush hour. An uncomfortable place to be. With no seats available, he took the reigns over head. Another stop. Another wave of bodily masses rushing in. It sent you colliding against him. He dropped his phone in the process. He wasn't too happy about that. It was too cramped for him to reach down and get it.

"I-I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," you apologized. With your short stature, you were able to crouch and retrieve the phone. Why was he paying so much attention to your petite hands?

Nevermind. There weren't any cracks on the phone screen. That was good. He merely nodded as thanks. With each bump and sway of the tram, there you went. Like a marble in a pinball machine. With much effort on your tiptoes, he watched as you tried to reach for a free reign, but it was a long shot. It was cute...maybe in a slightly pathetic way.

Aphelios sighed. It was only a matter of time before you were underfoot of some sweaty salaryman. Time for his good deed of the day. He slipped his phone inside his pocket and encouraged you to hold onto him. Stumbling a bit, you took the invitation. You grabbed onto his shirt with both hands. Slowly, you rolled your head up. He made the mistake of looking down.

He hated to admit it, but you were too cute beyond words. The top of your head barely made it to his collarbone. Your eyes were big, soft---absolutely soul sucking. If he was back in 5th grade, to keep himself from admitting he liked them, he'd draw an insect with huge bug-eyes and point it at you.

He forced his sight elsewhere. Your work bag. Attached to one of the zippers was a handful of plushie keychains. He recognized them to be from the same crane game arcade him and Sett went to often. He was a master at those technical grabs. You were probably some casual player. Maybe you had some other guy win them for you. Probably had to spend more than he bargained for. Unimpressive. (This boy is trying real hard not to like you.)

Well, he was wrong about that. You were a professional crane game player. And managed your own business of shipping those adorable plushies overseas to customers. You even had a pretty popular stream going on Twitch showing you doing it all. (Alright, he caved).

When you two started dating, your collection of plushies rivaled Sett's anyday. When his own bed started matching his roommate's, he wasn't sure whether he should be concerned. Again, he gave up. You enjoyed gifting him plushies specifically won for him. And he enjoyed seeing you happy on his bed.

・❥・

"You're so cute like this, Phelly~"

Ah. That was it, huh? You fooled him. Utterly and completely. It should've been the other way around. With him on top, you blushing pink, and shyly asking for him to take you.

But here he was, pinned naked underneath you, mask off, and his chin tossed away. Hating how flushed his own cheeks felt. Hating how his whole body felt like it was melting from your touch. Hating that just on the other side of the room, Sett was fast sleep, back turned. For now, at least.

"Hmm? Wonder how quiet Pelly can really be," you whispered cutely, sadistically. "You wouldn't want us to be caught. Unless...you want to?"

Aphelios swallowed for a breath. Seriously. How did it end up like this? He was the one who initiated. Trying to impress you by getting out of his comfort zone and doing it while his roommate was sleeping. But this was beyond the scope of how he thought this whole thing would play out. He made a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake.

It was made more apparent when you grabbed the long ears of a rabbit plushie, and tied his wrists securely above his head. Oh no. How did he not notice? His demise was planned from the very beginning. All these plushie's were here to lower his guard. Thinking he was safe. Thinking he had any control of the bedroom in the first place. No, these weren't just stuffed animals—these were your diabolical sex minions. And they served the most cute cruel mistress.

"I won't let you cover your mouth. No matter what. So you gotta be extra good tonight. Okay?" You positioned his tip already glistening with precum to your entrance. His breath hitched. Not a good start. You giggled softly, "I don't think Phelly's going to be good at all. Oh, well~"

You pushed your hips down slowly. Spreading around his shaft till you sat deliciously full. Oh, shit—Aphelios clenched his eyes tight. His hands fisting together till his knuckles turned white. He bit down hard on his bottom lip. He refused to let you milk any noises from him.

Suppressing your own moans, you leaned down, pressing your breasts against his chest. "So cute how quiet you're trying to be. But for how much longer, hm?"

You claimed his mouth, sucking and pulling on his lips. Sliding your tongue into his mouth, you worked yourself on his cock. Covering him with your warm fluids. His pelvis now slick and sticky between your thighs. He heavy panted between your kisses, his breaths shuddering.

At this point, he was getting closer to his edge. Not sure exactly how he'd been able to hold back for this long. He couldn't think of anything but how good your insides felt. So hot and tight.

You slipped off his head phones, abandoned his mouth, and sucked on his earlobe. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Your warm breaths and cute moans against his ear sent him spirling. He couldn't hold back anymore. He whimpered, he whined, whatever—he didn't care anymore. He just wanted to come inside you. No, that was wrong. It wasn't a want anymore. It was an unbearable need.

He bucked his hips, slapping against you over and over again. Now you both were whining and whimpering. You jolted, your walls clamping tighter, and tighter. Feeling you swell and come around him so hard, Apehlios thought he saw stars. His cock throbbed and pulsed. He muffled his fluttering cries between your shoulder and neck, pumping deeper, filling you completely up. Coming down from the high, relieved pants filled the finished after silence.

"Geez. Can't a guy get some quality sleep over here?" Sett groaned out loud, turning over. Aphelios almost launched you off the bed when he scrambled to untie himself and cover you both up. "Pfft. Chill out. Nothing I haven't seen or done before," Sett said, rolling back to face the wall. "You guys owe me. I'm keeping you both up tomorrow."

You giggled and rubbed your cheek against his arm. Aphelios groaned. Of course things had to turn out this way.

an: listen listen, yall aphelios degens i just wanna say.... *smooches* thanks for the req. anon.

[drysdaleknieslee]

Wipe Out - Part 2

I chose to keep the name but change the contents which made this part longer so thank you all for doing the poll.

Word count: 2000+ (i hope you enjoy this)

No warnings in this but rabid Rutger and sweet and blushy Luke!

“Luke needs a pen, Lia, but he doesn’t want to use ours for whatever strange reason,” said Ethan, snickering.

“Mr. Edwards,” said the professor, who looks like he does not have the patience for four rambunctious hockey players at 9 in the morning (neither do I), “is there anything you would like to share with the class that pertains to Economics?”

“No, sir. I’ll keep it down.” “I hope you will.” He said before continuing with the lecture.

A few more minutes go by before I feel something small hit the back of my head. “You can’t aim for shit, Fridge!” I heard Tyler whisper behind me. “So much for hand-to-eye coordination.” The Professor then puts on a video for the rest of the class that ‘carries a lot of information on the material we will learn in this class.’ He’s got his feet kicked up, watching the video as if necessary.

I feel the small object again make contact between my shoulder blades. That’s it.

I whip my head around before whispering, “If you idiots throw another piece of paper at me, I will lose my mind. Luke, here’s a pencil. Next time, ask. And Rutger, you do have terrible aim.” With this, I toss Luke my only good pencil and turn around to act like I’m interested in what the video is saying.

The rest of the class ended smoothly before we were dismissed. I have a two-hour window to give me time to find where I’ll be doing ski practice. As I walk out, I catch the four hockey players in the corner of my eye. They’re nudging Luke towards me as they seem to have inner turmoil before he finally faces me.

His cheeks turned a light crimson before making their way to me. “Hey,” is all he says while scratching the back of his neck, eyes facing the ground, “sorry about class today. The guys can be… well,” as we both look behind him to see the other three snickering like a pack of hyenas.

“It’s not a problem, Luke. Next time, though, ask me for a pencil. I don’t mind.” He cheers up at this, giving me that lopsided grin again. “Oh!” he digs in his pocket and pulls out the pencil I gave him earlier. “You probably want this back. It’s a good pencil. Don’t want you to think I was stealing or anything.”

“Keep it,” I say, giving him a small smile. “I’ve got a bunch of them back at the dorm.” “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. No biggey.”

There’s a ghost of a smile on his face as he sticks the pencil back in his pocket. Then I suddenly remembered practice. “Oh, shoot, I gotta get to practice. I’ll see you tomorrow! Bye, boys!” I say before heading to the practice site.

“Bye, Lia!” I hear the boys scream in sing-song voices. Yep, this year isn’t going to be boring at all.

Fast Forward to Practice

“Alright, ladies! Welcome to the first official practice for Michigan’s Women’s Volleyball. My name is Coach Z, and this is Assistant Coach Mills.” She said, gesturing to the woman beside her.

Coach Z played volleyball for a living. She was a tall redhead with piercing grey eyes. You can tell she meant business. The more I looked at her, the more I saw the Olympic rings tattooed on her left wrist. She went to the Olympics!? She’s the real deal! Coach Mills was way more petite, maybe at 5’6, than Coach Z’s 6’2. She was a brunette with glasses and wore her hair in a messy bun. She was going to be the nice cop out of the two, I can tell.

“This year is a redemption year. Last year, we took a hard loss at championships against Penn State, and I intend on us coming back stronger and harder. Hush it, Hannah!” she said to the snickering blonde in the back. Her face reddened immediately as all eyes were on her. “I know your sister and mother. Don’t try me,” Coach Z warned.

“Now that we have formalities out of the way, I want to see if you are conditioned enough to even get to championships.” Uh oh. “First, we’ll run four laps around the gym, two sets of 30 jumping jacks, two sets of 25 burpees, and then we’ll play some actual ball.”

We all stood in shock. No one moved. Coach Mills calmly pulled out her stopwatch and said, “Laps start now. If anyone is slacking or not putting in their best effort, we’ll add another lap or high-intensity workouts. Time starts NOW!”

We all start running around the court before they drop something else on us. I have no idea how this school is ranked 12th because these two ladies will kill us before championships are even around the corner.

We make it through the drills and the exercises before playing a scrimmage game. I’m on the yellow team, which represents the away team in this case. This is to give the coaches a look into the type of team they’ll play with. I noticed right away that there’s not a lot of communication. “Hey Hannah,” I say, tapping her shoulder after the first set, “you’re a hitter, right?”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Look for me next time you approach the net. I can’t send it to you if you are too early. And Lindsay”, I say to our Libero, “You’re a little late on getting to the middle. That’s why they keep attacking there. Maggie gives her some backup, too,” I say to our middle blocker.

After forming this plan, our side started gaining momentum and earning some points. We had to dig some to save a few, but ultimately, we returned and won the last two sets. Coach Mills dismissed us to the showers before Coach Z yelled my name and someone else.

“LI! Adams! I need to see both of you for a second.”

Another girl and I walk back onto the court. ‘Adams’ stands at 6’0, brunette with blonde highlights, and looks to be a senior.

Coach Z looks both of us over for a second before speaking. “How old are you, Li?”

“17, ma’am. I graduated early,” I say, answering her silent question to go along with her bewildered expression. “Jesus! Ok, Adams, here is our senior in command and our captain. Sorry, I didn’t introduce her to you all. I like seeing everyone act a fool before nearly shitting their pants because the captains have been there the whole time,” She said, snickering. Coach Mills rolls her eyes at this.

“I tell her every year to stop, but to no avail.”

“Anyway, Adams, do you think I would be a good addition to our captain roster for next year?”

Huh? I’m going deaf or forgetting English.

“I don’t see a problem with that. She brought her side back in the last two sets. She’s got a high volleyball IQ.”

I’m forgetting English. Are they talking about me? This is only my first day. Maybe if I try to translate in my head-

“Li!”

“Yes! Sorry, say that again?”

“We want you to be our second captain.”

“Uhm, this is a tremendous honor. I mean, I just got here-“

“Li, I have seen intense competition where you fall back and can’t make up those points. I sat here and watched you form a plan in 2 minutes or less and won a scrimmage game. You read your players and the court like no other. I don’t play with things like this.”

Do it. You know you can do it. Don’t second guess. You can’t fail something you never tried. This woman has seen an Olympic court. Do it.

“It would be my honor to be this team’s second captain.”

Fast Forward

The walk to my next afternoon class is exhausting. I’m going to feel this more in the morning. I stay awake during Bio and Humanities and barely pass college algebra. I walk out of the class and glance at my watch. 3:30 is what it reads. I have plenty of time to go to the library or crash in my dorm.

“Hey Lia,” I hear to my left, and I pray that it’s no one whose name starts with an E or an R. I glance, and I see that mop of curls. Luke. Suddenly, I had all the energy in the world and had to tell myself to calm down mentally.

“Hey Luke, where are you headed to?” Does that sound clingy? I hope not.

“Headed to practice at Yost. What about you?”

“Deciding on heading to the dorm or the library. I had practice this morning.” “How did that go?” he asked as we slowly walked towards Yost.

“Coach asked me to be the second captain. And I said yes.” “No way already! You must be perfect to be on Coach Z’s radar. Everyone here is afraid of her. But I’m happy for you. Captain.”

“Don’t call me that!” I say before playfully hitting his arm and him acting like I shot him.

“Well, I’m happy for you. Really.”

As we walked, I could tell he wanted to ask me something. He alternated between messing with his hair and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Is there something you need to ask me, Luke?” I broke the silence slightly, startling him.

“Oh! I just wanted to know if you're not tired or busy and want to see us practice. You can study there, and I’ll walk you back like last time.” He rattled off in one breath.

He wants you to see how he plays. He WANTS you there.

“Sure, Luke. I’d like that.”

He gives me that lopsided grin that I like as we finally reach Yost arena. Almost all the guys and a couple of new ones are there.

“LIA!” screamed Rutger as he ran at me at full speed. Thankfully, another boy grabbed his hood before getting too far and nearly choking him. “Will you stop it? You don’t have to act rabid.”

“Dammit, Mark, you almost killed me!”

“If that’ll calm you down, then sure. Why do you think your name is Fridge.”

A blonde then takes up my vision with beautiful teeth. That’s weird. Stop that.

“Excuse the idiots that go by Rutger and Mark. I’m Luca.” Why are all these boys so big? And why are some borderline insane or borderline gentlemen?

“Luke wouldn’t have let him get far- OWW!!” screamed Ethan as Luke elbowed him hard in the ribs before muttering a ‘shut the fuck up!’

“Guys, come up before coach tears us a new one!”

“Coming, Adam dear,” said Rutger. This boy is going to be the death of me.

“Hey, I’ll see you in the stands, ok? Wait till I’m out of the showers, and I can walk you home,” said Luke, whispering. I confirmed him with an Okay before heading to the general stands.

I opt for more seats in the middle to give myself some quiet time before the guys come out. “Is this seat taken?”

I look up, and a blonde girl points to the seat to my right. “Oh no, it’s not. Have at it.”

“I’m Kayleigh, by the way. And you?” “Lia. Nice to meet you.” “Likewise. You here watching someone in particular?” “Um, not really. Luke invited me. I may watch some, but I’m mainly here for homework.” “I’m here for Rutger. Girlfriend has to support boyfriend.” I can’t control my facial expressions because she laughs at me. Rutger. Loud, rabid, and oddly lovable Rutger. HAS A GIRLFRIEND?? I mean, he is good, I can’t deny, but the boy acts like he runs on Red Bull.

“Judging by your face your surprised. He’s a sweetheart, trust me. He is hyper, though.” She says, giggling. Hyper doesn’t even explain the specimen named Rutger.

Just then, the boys come out and start doing drills. Kayleigh informed me that Luke was number 43, which I mentally noted. They all stop after drills to discuss drills with the coach before starting what I assume is the equivalent of a scrimmage.

“Hey, you want to move closer to the glass. You’ll see the ice a lot better that way?” Asked Kayleigh. I reluctantly agreed as we moved behind the glass behind the benches.

Seeing everything up close puts into perspective the difference between our two sports. It’s very high contact, and I cringe whenever someone contacts someone. Amidst all this, I see how passionate Luke is about his sport, just like I’m passionate about mine. His demeanor completely changes when he gets in his defensive position. During the play, he sees me, and I make a small wave and see his mood change again.

It's hard to see through the cage, but I see that lopsided grin again before Luca comes and makes a hit on him.

“Oh my God! Is he ok?!”

“He’s probably fine, but that did look bad.”

“EYES UP HUGHES!” yelled the coach from the ice.

He was slow in getting up, but overall, he looked fine. I could see his neck glowing red above his jersey's neck. I hope I didn’t embarrass him.

The rest of their practice went smoothly. I completed a good amount of my homework and could relax for what felt like the first time today. Kayleigh and I got to know each other better, and she helped me understand some of the hockey terminology and the game's overall play.

At the end of their practice, I did like Luke said and waited for him by the locker room when he finished his shower. I then realized I didn’t give Luke any contact information. Not even socials. How would I bring that up to him? “Hey Lia! I’m done now, so let’s get you home,” said Luke, freshly showered from the locker room. His curls were still a little wet, but thankfully, it was a bit humid outside, so maybe he wouldn’t get a cold.

“Hey, Luke. Sorry about you getting hit. I didn’t mean to distract you,” I said, avoiding eye contact because I felt terrible.

“Hey, it’s alright, please don’t feel bad. The guys just chirped me a little, but that’s all. I like it when you distract me.” I look at him, and I see that he means it. He didn’t hesitate to rephrase it, either.

“Well, I’m glad you're okay,” I said as we left the arena. We bid goodbye to the last of the guys and made our trek back to our dorms. The sky is a mixture of red and pink, signaling evening has come upon us. The breeze picked up a bit; Luke noticed this and gave him his Michigan hockey jacket. “Take this as a repayment for the pencil during class today.”

Luke would never admit it, but he loved seeing his jacket on her. It fueled the underlying feelings for each other, but it was too early for either to announce it.

The rest of the walk is silent but peaceful. Just like the day before when he walked her home. They were enjoying each other’s company. As they approach the dorm rooms, both take a chance to make the first move in their friendship.

“We have a few home games coming up. If you’d like, I can put in a good word and get you good seats in the student section,” said Luke, scratching the back of his neck.

“I think I can do the same for my games. Since I’m captain, I’ll try to convince Coach Z.” He chuckled at this.

“And if you ever need a place to study, you can always come to the arena, and I can walk you home only if you want to! Or we can meet in the library-“ “I’d like that. All of that.”

There’s that lopsided grin again.

We reached the dorm rooms quicker than expected, which was my chance to make the first move.

“Is it ok if I get your number or socials before you go? So that we can talk more outside of class and coordinate schedules?”

“Oh yeah, sure. May I?” I hand him my phone, and he types in his number and pulls up his Instagram so I can follow him.

“Thanks. For pretty much everything.” “Like what?”

“Orientation day, class, your practice, and just being helpful as I settle here. It’s comforting.”

His face turns red at my words as he scratches his neck and tries not to show a smile.

“Well, goodnight Luke. See you tomorrow,” I say, giving him a small smile before heading inside.

“Good night, Lia.”

I had a hard time sleeping that night thinking about today's events. It was a fantastic day. I hear my phone buzz beside me. I look at the glaring screen to see that Luke followed me back. He also sent me a message.

Lhughes_06: here’s our schedule in case you want to see us play

Lia.li.23: thanks, here’s ours too (picture attachment)

Lhughes_06: thanks! I’m glad you stayed for the whole practice. Luca didn’t hit me too hard. I’m too harsh for that.

Lia.li.23: haha sure! Get some sleep. We have a practice tomorrow, too, so if you have time between classes, drop by 

Lhughes_06: for sure. Good night Lia

Lia.li.23: good night, Linguine

Lhughes_06: Luca saw that, and now I won’t live it down.

[fortheloveofarchons]

My opinions on Sunday from Honkai: Star Rail

C.W. Contains spoilers after the 2.2 Honkai: Star Rail Trailblazer Quest + theories and lore

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I kinda agree with his philosophies and thinking... to some extent...

Okay hear me out!!!

We all know by now that Sunday's whole motive is to protect everyone and ensure that they won't have to suffer anymore (like when he states that he wants everyone to have seven rest days). I can empathise with his character so much, as someone who (as ridiculous and cowardly as it sounds) is afraid to face the harsh realities of life. I mean, even if he's set as a villain, he is as gentle and empathetic as his sister Robin, just that they both express it differently.

Seeing the cutscenes of him and Robin from their past to the present was just so immersive, because Sunday brings up some very demoralizing and harsh situations that he faced back then, and we, the audience, can understand and relate to struggling to cope with his disappointment, frustration, grief, and anger - all while often having little to no power to change things.

From the way Sunday is acting, he seems more like a traumatised parental figure (as we've seen the reason why Robin has to wear excessive neck accessories due to her being shot) who cannot let go and provide his care and safe environment for his loved ones.

Moreover, his ideologies felt surreal as I myself would take that path since I can relate to his trauma and ideals (and also as someone who has a sibling too)

His viewpoint is understandable, but...

Taking away the basic right of an individual's free will for safety is always a controversial issue.

As Himeko once called out Sunday, she states that he's just going to trap everyone in a bird cage through eternal slumber, which robs them their freedom and agency.

Plus, from what Robin said, if Sunday's plan worked, he's going to hurt himself too. Because Sunday will be in charge of everything and everyone, he won't even have time to rest, causing his body and mind to be exhausted to the bone (maybe possible cause his mind and body to corrode cause he needs to rest at one point)

Moreover, Firefly made a good point disapproving Sunday's point that he should not assume just because someone is weak doesn't mean that they should automatically escape to fantasy. It is up to you to be strong so you can fly into the sky, and that not everyone who is weak should be weak.

I remember someone commenting on Youtube stating that Sunday protects Robin so much, that Sunday doesn't even know how to protect himself for facing the outside world. It's kind of ironic considering that Sunday is supposed to be the protective, influential type of characters in Penacony, yet he barely knows how to fly. Robin, however, took the opportunity to spread her philosophies of Harmony and influence others in reality.

In conclusion, Sunday has the right idea, it's just that he has a terrible execution. But I know that there are some people who don't mind, I've been on Instagram to see a lot of people agreeing with his views... yes I'm talking about all those sunday stans cause I've seen a lot from them

(I ain't complaining plz we need more Sunday content!!!)

I mean-- in reality I wouldn't agree; but in this story, I would agree with him. (if we don't consider my simping and bias because that has the most influence)

Honestly, I'm hoping he gets a redemption arc because I really love him (I personally wouldn't mind if Sunday gets the Wanderer treatment from Genshin Impact if it means that Sunday will be playable), and hoping that he is really alive (as stated by the leakers that Sunday has a bunch of specific codes and emotion codes that's exclusive to playable characters).

That said, may we Sunday havers have more Sunday content and playable Sunday in the future!!! I'm gonna write a fic for Sunday so stay tuned!!

Let me know what you guys think of Sunday! Do you think he'll get redeemed? Playable? Alive?

PETITION TO MAKE EVERYDAY SUNDAYYY!!!!!!

[ashleyfanfic]

"Stay A Thousand Years"

Is a fun little choral version of Jon and Dany's love song "Truth" from Game of Thrones. Oh, why did he write it? Cause he felt like it and it went with what could have been with their epic love story and BECAUSE THEY FUCKING DESERVED IT. Oh, don't think it's that important that this little version ended up being release? Did you know he also did a special one for Jaime and Brienne that was never released because Jon and Dany's was more epic?

You will never convince me that everyone involved with that show knew Dany was going down a dark path. NEVER! Yeah, some of the actors have to justify it to be settled into their role and live with the fact that they were part of one of the greatest television spectacles of all time that epically crashed and burned for bad storytelling and "subverting expectations". Guys, they literally tried to justify her death by saying "she killed slavers and we all cheered". TYRION SAID THIS! Yes we all fucking cheered. She killed people who enslaved other people. She killed bad people. Her brother was abusive to her and threatened to cut her child out and leave it for Drogo if he didn't get what he wanted. He was crazy and would have been a terrible ruler. But no, we should take the way he died and the way she let him die as her madness.

So, let's flip the coin and look at the perennial fanboy favorite, Stannis Baratheon. Let's see, who were the people we saw Stannis kill? Like, actually kill. Well, he sacrificed his brother and law to the lord of light. He tried to kill Gendry but used his blood to help along the deaths of Joffrey, Robb, and Balon Greyjoy. Granted, Joffrey and Balon were pieces of shit. But Robb, for all his faults and stupidity, looked to be a not horrible king. Then, in the biggest douche bag move of all the douche bag moves on the show, Stannis had his daughter burned alive out of religious zealotry. To help him win a battle that it was clear he wasn't going to win. His sweet, precious, intelligent daughter who loved him and him. You want to talk about characters on this show who did nothing wrong, look no further than Shireen Baratheon. But Stannis okayed her being cooked over a fire like a hot dog.

My long and winding point goes back to this: the villain arch of Daenerys didn't make sense then, it doesn't make sense now, and it will never make sense. Some of these actors get really into their roles and they mean a lot to them. They have to find some way to justify their actions in order to be able to make it come across on the screen believably. Which is what I think Kit's deal is, cause when he's actually made to talk about it with a fan or even in from of Emilia, he's not so set on Jon made the right decision. In fact, from the clips that were released of his chat with the fan over that zoom call or whatever, he's firmly in the Jon and Dany Together Forever club. He agrees that it made all the sense in the world for them to be together. Because it does. They are the alpha and omega, fire and ice, the true love story of that show. Their characters and their coming from nothing and into the front of the story is what it's fucking about. It's called Song of Ice and Fire. Not Ice and his shitty cousin he thought was his sister (don't even get me started on the destruction done to Arya and Sansa in those final seasons, or God forbid, Jaime Lannister).

I wish we could all agree that no matter what narrative anyone in the cast or crew want to try to pin on it, the final season failed so epically bad that a lot of things happened: a petition was started to redo the entire last season (which had no chance of going anywhere but 1.4 million is a lot of people), Kit Harington checked himself into rehab (there were signs during filming that he might not have been doing so great and God bless him he didn't deserve the emotional torture those two writer asshats did to him all the time), COUNTLESS celebrities all made it very public that they were with Daenerys, the ending was stupid, and she and Jon should have ruled the seven kingdoms, and the best, the piece that really tells you how badly they fucked it up, Dan and Dave were removed from having anything to do with Star Wars and Lord of the Rings. Honestly, none of us should have trusted them when one half of that due made the Wolverine Origin movie and made Deadpool silent. He's the merc with the mouth. You do not silence Deadpool.

If you really think the ending of that show settles with everyone ok, then tell me why Kit Harington is trying so very hard to get a show with Jon Snow started. He hates the ending his character had even though he said it made sense to him at the time. If it did that, baby, why you trying so hard to bring Jon Snow back?

And then you have the people at HBO. If you think that your favorite is the face of that show, I will out right laugh at you and call you a moron to your face. Aside from the dragons, DAENERYS is the face of Game of Thrones. Not Sansa, not Tyrion, not Jon, Arya, or Bran. No, the face is Daenerys because she was epic. There was no other character on that show like her. She is the one that TRULY brought magic into that world. Not only did she have the dragons, but she had been proven to be impervious to fire. That was shown before she was gifted the eggs. There was something special about her in her first scene.

Which brings me back to Ramin and his love for Daenerys. Do you know how many songs he's done for Daenerys? A LOT. "Mhysa" for one. He even admitted in an interview once that he liked writing music for her and her scenes. Of course he did. That's where all the magic was. He also says that he wrote the love song for Jon and Dany backwards, doing the large sweeping song of their love scene and then going backwards and doing the softer tones of them just bonding. But then, to find out that he'd written this other song, this "Stay A Thousand Years" based off Dany's line in the first episode of the final season to represent their love for one another and how epic it COULD HAVE BEEN. They were the point.

I'll bring you back to my brother's point he makes all the time: if Jon's purpose for being brought back wasn't to kill the Night King, then what was the point? There are scenes shot with Emilia where she is clearly wearing a baby bump tummy. Perhaps the true plan, what should have happened, was Dany being pregnant by Jon (otherwise why have Tyrion bring it up in Season 7 and then Jon basically "Hold my beer" to her if that wasn't going to be the point?). But you know what you probably couldn't do and get away with it, just have everyone kind of go along with it? Have Jon kill a pregnant Daenerys. You think people complained about Jon killing Dany now? There is no way they could have done that which means their ending of turning Dany mad and Jon having to put her down like a rabid dog wouldn't have worked. And what wouldn't it have worked? Because like the ending we got, it made no sense. Honestly, the worst thing that ever happened to Daenerys is actually meeting and listening to Tyrion. Her life went to shit after that happened.

[bwobgames]

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Back to the present

"Uh, you okay?"

Oliver is hunched over, shivering and breathing heavily

"Uh, hey, um, its okay, I'm sorry, didn't mean to, uh"

"There, there"

She awkwardly pats his back

Is clumsy, but rhythmic. It grounds him

"You need to do uhh breathing. With numbers, I believe, yes do that"

He does that

They wait for a while until he recuperates his composure

"Uh, do I need to get the other guy here, or are you good now?"

"I'm good to speak now, it's okay"

"Do you need water or..."

"No need to worry, I'm- I can manage on my own"

"Although I wouldn't mind getting Ángel in here...

No, if I do so I won't get any information.

I'm a professional, I can do this"

"How... how do you know about that?"

"... Once dad got a hold of those investigations, he became obsessed"

"He talked day and night about those houses, about their potential, about their location"

"While there have always been Haunted Houses all around the world, they're actually really difficult to find"

"He has been looking for years and years,

until one day, finally, he found one"

"A house made into an art display, it's said the people who go in, don't come out"

A shiver runs down his spine

"The owner was really proud of their art. They wished that the people who came to see them would never leave. Or so the interviews say"

"...I see. That's- That must have been the purpose"

"Uh, would it be okay for you to elaborate?"

He takes a deep breath

"...The rooms kept changing. I- I couldn't get out. There wasn't an exit. Just more and more rooms"

"Was - did the creator get out? Or did they unknowingly doomed themselves as well?"

"That makes sense"

"A lot if haunted houses get lost to time, they get demolished, sold to companies, destroyed.

This house was perfect for the taking, Dad planned on buying it.

I heard him ramble about changing the purpose, he thought there might be someway to override the previous command and make a new one.

I don't really believe in that theory to be honest, but he wanted to try it, he wanted a haunted house of his own"

"And then you came along"

"You left a petition to demolish it because you got trapped in it and deemed it a danger to people"

"I saw it on the local news, Detective gets trapped in abandoned house, Human remains were found by officers upon investigation, it has now been demolished and replaced by a Starbucks"

"Dad was absolutely furious. You demolished the Haunted house he took years on finding.

He investigated you. It turns out you had a very convenient webpage with a lot of information on how to contact you"

"And now you're here"

"... Ah Fuck

He wants me dead, doesn't he?"

"Wait, does that mean...?"

"Your father, the factory, do you think the reason he made all those workers get hurt was because..."

"... He wanted to make a Haunted house out of it, using the will and emotions of the workers"

"What would the purpose even be? To keep working despite anything?"

"I believe so, too. I tried to stop him by exposing it with the speedrunning thing, but I never found out if it actually worked"

"What? Why?"

"Because some asshole that I shall not name bought the company, so now we don't have any authorization to go in. The guy hasn't even stepped inside the building! He just sent an email with 'keep up the good work sunglasses emoji thumbs up emoji' and left everyone to fend for themselves!"

"What an infuriating man"

"I feel bad for the poor soul who managed to anger her"

She sighs

"But, that aside, here's the terrible part"

"You've heard this is a museum, right? It wasn't supposed to be made here.

He chose this location"

"... Oh.

Oh no."

"So, we have 2 alternatives"

"Either he is planning to make this a Haunted house, using us"

"Or, the worst, most likely scenario"

"This house is already Haunted

and we got eaten"

[honeyoru]

resonance (steve harrington x superpower! reader) chapter two

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The sound of the television woke you up with a jolt. The static-filled warble added to the migraine you had been blessed with this morning, it seemed. 

You’d been placed on a couch in a decently-sized, albeit weathered, cabin. Based on the array of shadows you saw streaming in from outside, it was located somewhere in the forest. 

Weird, you thought, peering blearily at the strange amount of vintage-looking decor around the space, wondering if you were in some new Airbnb. I’ve never seen a cabin in these woods before. You’d walked to and from the lab for years now without stumbling upon anyone. 

A wave of hunger overcame you at the smell of bacon that was wafting in from the kitchen. Ignoring the pang you felt at the thought of food, you wondered if you’d be able to split before anyone noticed you had woken up. Overstaying your welcome wasn’t in your nature, and as a thank you to the man and his kid (who you assumed was who brought you here) for not killing you in your sleep, it was probably time to leave. 

You were still required to visit the lab today and Melissa wasn’t the type to excuse tardiness, especially not from you.

Sitting up, you pushed a thick blanket off your legs, overhearing what sounded like a man and woman arguing quietly in the kitchen. 

Must be the guy’s wife, you thought. Wondering why he brought a random teen into their home.

You noticed your backpack placed neatly beside the TV, which drew your attention away from the hushed conversation. The old, vintage-looking set making you pause with what was showing on the screen. 

It looked like a retro Coke commercial was playing, the graphics every bit as aged as the furniture itself.  

Strange.  

You slowly stood up, wincing at the pain, presumably the aftermath of last night. You felt like you had gotten hit by a truck and then thrown off a cliff. What did that guy do to me?

Sparing another glance at the TV, you couldn’t help but think of how accurate it looked to the 1980s. Must be a new nostalgic campaign they’re running. You wrinkled your nose at the terrible pixelated visuals. Well, they really nailed it. 

Trying to stretch out your sore muscles, you groaned, your body practically pulsing. The couch, apparently another genuine relic of the past, groaned with you as you left it.

“That you, kid?” A male voice called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” you answered after clearing your throat, padding into the room in your socks.

Smirking a little at the thought of the screech you knew your mother would emit if she saw you in yesterday's clothes, you were greeted by the sight of the two people from earlier as well as a petite, wide-eyed woman, who smiled hesitantly at you.

The girl sat at the table with a massive plate of waffles, staring at you unblinkingly. “You’re awake.”

“I am,” you replied, a little uneasy at her stare. “Surprised I’m not dead, to be honest. Feels like it."

“You had one hell of a morning, I’m surprised you're walking.” The guy poured a cup of coffee into a weathered-looking mug and snorted. “Coffee?” He gestured to the old Sunbeam coffee machine in the corner. “Might be too late in the day for it, though.”

Jesus, they really like vintage stuff, don’t they?

He handed you a Hawkins Sheriff’s Office mug with a faded “1982” on it.

Quirking an eyebrow at the cabin’s theming, you thanked him quietly and poured a cup, dumping an unhealthy amount of sugar into it. He pointed to the empty seat at the small round table, across from the girl. “Feel free to sit.”

“So,” the woman began once you’d sat down slowly with a wince, coughing slightly and grabbing her own mug from where she leaned against the counter. “What’s your name?”

You told her, pulling the sleeves of your sweatshirt down over your wrists. The girl had been staring at them intensely which made you nervous. It was obvious she was searching for something you didn’t have. 

“I’m sorry for intruding,” you tried to smile. “Your husband and daughter must have been quite startled to find me.”

She blinked twice, glancing at the man before sputtering. “Oh! Oh no,” she laughed awkwardly. “They’re not, I’m not, that is—”

“Not my wife,” the other adult said, rolling his eyes and coughing (you noticed his ears were turning red). “Not her mother.”

"Oh." You apologized with a burning face, internally screaming at the tension you’d just created. 

“Don’t worry about it. You have a very beautiful name. I’m Joyce,” she said, smiling. “This is Jim Hopper,” she pointed at the man before chuckling. “Although, we all call him Hopper—”

“— Call me Hopper—” Hopper interrupted stoically.

“—Call him Hopper,” Joyce shot him a glare. “And this is El.”

You looked at the girl, El, whose wide eyes made you uneasy again. “El,” you repeated with a soft smile. “That’s pretty.”

Her lips turned up a little. “It’s short for Eleven.”

“Oh,” you blinked. “Like the number?”

She nodded, pulling up the sleeve of her sweater to show you something, a tattoo, you realized. 

011

What the fuck?  “Uh,” you glanced at the adults before looking back at her wrist. “Is that real?��� 

At her nod, you sat up straighter with your eyebrows furrowed, unsure how to respond. You knew how to mind your business but it seemed like a child with a number branded on her wrist wasn’t something you should really gloss over.

“So you don’t recognize it?” Joyce asked thoughtfully. 

Recognize it? You couldn’t help the dumbfounded stare you shot at her. “No, I don’t.” Confusion flooded you at their frustrated reactions; should you recognize it? “Why would I?” 

A small voice answered. “They thought you might be like me.”

El’s eyes met yours and God you wished she’d blink every once in a while. “What do you mean?”

"No!" Hopper shuffled panicked towards the table, arms up in an attempt to stop her. “Kid, don’t —”

She ignored him, adjusting in her chair and moving the bottle of maple syrup in between you. With a well-focused stare and ignoring your confused expression, she glared at it. 

A gasp escaped you when the bottle shot off the table, hurtling straight towards Joyce. You reacted before you could think, thrusting out your hand and pulling it back with your mind. 

Silence filled the cabin when you caught it. 

You and El stared at each other, your eyes equally as large. Hers in curiosity, yours in fear. 

“Like you,” you stated, turning to eye the other two people in the room. Hopper was rubbing his face while Joyce had her hand over her mouth. 

“So, you’re like me,” you finally said to El. “You’ve got better control than I did when I was your age.”

She shrugged and picked up her fork, focused on shoveling Eggos into her mouth again. “I’m strong.” 

“Where’d you learn?”

“Papa.” She shuddered in a way that had you instantly regret asking. “At the lab.”

The coffee you had just taken a sip of was promptly shot out of your nose across the plastic table. “Sorry, do you mean Hawkins Lab?” 

El nodded, causing you to gape stupidly at her. "No." You shook your head, wiping your face with a napkin. “That’s not possible.” No one younger than you had attended in years.

Joyce knelt down next to you. “Why do you say that?” 

“Because I would have seen her before,” you insisted. “And I’m the youngest person there.”

"How old are you?" El asked.

"I'll turn seventeen in December."

“Wait a minute,” Hopper said, his demeanor somehow growing even tenser. “So you are from there? From the lab?” 

“I mean, I’m from Hawkins,” you laughed, nervous about why he suddenly went still. “But I go to the lab when I’m not in school, yeah. That’s where I was heading home from last night.”

Dumbfounded couldn’t even describe what was currently on his face. It’d be funny if the atmosphere wasn’t so stiff. “You’re saying you’re from Hawkins?”

Unable to contain your annoyance at his tone, you straightened. “I’m sorry, how are you confused? I was born and raised in Hawkins.” You sort of hoped Joyce would jump in, maybe to agree that he was being weird, but she remained silent, biting her nails aggressively. “Is this some kind of joke? Because I don’t understand—”

“—No, no, no,” he firmly said, getting closer and pointing at your face. “You see, I’ve lived here for quite some time, been Chief of Police for five years now, and I can guarantee I’ve never seen you before.”

Narrowing your eyes, you flickered your gaze between his finger and his eyes. “You, Chief of Police?” you scoffed, your irritation evident (Mother would have scolded you) “You’re not Chief of Police.”

“Oh really?” Hopper shot you an incredulous look, waving his hands around rather dramatically. “Then please tell me, who is?”

“Uh, duh!” You glared at him like it was obvious. “Steve Harrington.”

All three of them gasped. Hopper looked downright offended. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Chief Harrington?” you repeated, eyeing them all. “He’s been the chief for like, twenty-something years now. If you’ve really lived here for longer than like, a week, how wouldn’t you know that?”

“Because it’s not true!” He yelled, finally fed up. “Joyce!” He pointed at her, then back at you in frustration. “Joyce, you know that’s not true!”

"Obviously I know that Hopper!” she shook her head exasperatedly. “Something is really wrong here.”

“Steve Harrington,” Hopper laughed in disbelief. “You're saying the rich kid I just busted for a party last week is a cop?”

You paused from your glaring contest with the grumpy man. “What do you mean?”

“Sweetie, Steve Harrington,” she shook her head again, clearly baffled. “He’s still in high school. Definitely not Chief of Police.” 

Your jaw dropped. “What ?” The man had visited your school for career day just last month. 

Joyce continued, looking at Hopper and back to you. “To be completely honest, it's hard for me to believe that you're from Hawkins, too. I’ve lived here my entire life, I would recognize you. You're around my oldest’s age.”

“I’m being pranked, right?” You laughed in disbelief, looking around the kitchen for any hidden cameras. Pushing a loaf of bread out of the way, you peered at the coffee pot. “Is this some kind of test for Melissa? I’ve lived here my whole life, too. And I’ve never seen any of you before!”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive!” you nodded, unable to find any blinking red lights. Your gaze swept to the fridge. “Us Hendersons have been in Hawkins for decades.” 

If you thought they were confused before, that had them downright stunned. “Did you just say Hendersons?”

“What, now you’re gonna tell me I’m not a Henderson?” you scoffed and threw your hands up at their silence, looking at them. “Great! Does anyone want to tell me why you think I’m not a Henderson?”

“It’s just… that’s not possible!” Hopper sputtered, looking absolutely bewildered. “I’ve known the Hendersons for years, and while you sure as shit seem to have their audacity, there’s no way you’re one of them.” 

You huffed and looked around again, doing a double take and freezing when your eyes landed on the calendar hanging on the side of the fridge.

October 1984. 

“Uh,” a choked sound fell out of your mouth. Feeling dizzy, you headed to the window, peering outside.

“Let’s start with how you ended up in the forest,” Joyce interrupted from behind you, pushing Hopper back. “What were you doing before you got there?”

“I’m really not being pranked?” you said weakly. “Didn’t they just reboot Punk’d?”

“What’s that?” Hopper asked gruffly. 

You placed your head in your hands, trying to ground yourself before your panic blew the windows off the cabin. “Yesterday, I was in the forest, walking home from the lab,” you said breathlessly, mind whirring. You turned around. “Is that calendar correct?”

“You said ‘last night’ earlier,” Hopper snapped his fingers, looking at Joyce. They didn’t seem to notice you were struggling to remain calm. “But we found you there this morning, after the boom.”

The boom? “No,” you shook your head, making a mental note to ask about that later after you inevitably had a meltdown. “No, I know for certain I was walking home in the afternoon yesterday. The calendar,” you repeated, walking over and grabbing it urgently. “Is this correct?”

“What?” Joyce frowned, distracted by the sudden question. “Yeah, October 1984, that's the right month. So you were walking home, then what?” 

“Then,” you stopped, still staring at the calendar before you froze, remembering just why it was that you felt like roadkill. The blood drained from your face. “Oh shit.”

“What?” Hopper said, in a demanding tone you assumed he used often. “What happened?”

You wondered if Henry was here, watching you silently like before. Maybe he was enjoying this chaos he had thrown you into. “I’ve got a theory,” you whispered. “But you won’t believe me.”

He glanced at the girl, then to Joyce. “Try us.”

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It was nearly five in the afternoon when silence fell upon the group once more. 

You sighed, the events from last night, no, this morning catching up to you once more. I need another nap. 

Hopper and Joyce had each chain-smoked enough cigarettes to warrant opening the windows in between their flurry of questions. 

“So this man, the one who you said spoke to you,” Joyce started, looking at El. “Was he a doctor or something?”

“No way,” you shuddered. “I had only heard his voice once before, I would've recognized it if he worked at the lab.”

“So you're saying you think he has… powers,” she gestured broadly. “And he sent you back forty years to…” Joyce trailed off. 

“To help him end the world or something, he was vague but he definitely said that part,” you finished, nodding. “It’d explain how we don’t know each other. Not to mention your taste in interior design,” you wrinkled your nose. 

The Chief took another drag of a cigarette, looking increasingly more stressed. 

“And,” you hesitated, nervous about explaining just how you had traveled to their time. “I also think he tricked me, in order to send me back.”

“He tricked you?” Joyce repeated, clearly confused. 

“I’m able to do more than,” you glanced at El. “Than what you saw earlier, than the psionic powers. I can, well,” you sighed. There was no easy way to say it. “I can teleport too. It’s how I ended up here.”

El sat up in her seat next to you on the couch. “Prove it,” she said, speaking for the first time since you’d moved to the living room.

You turned to her. “Really?” you asked incredulously. The girl looked a little too excited in a conversation about the world ending.

"Yeah." Hopper nodded. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Do it.”

Rolling your eyes and muttering something about being a circus animal, you inhaled before popping over to him, appearing right next to his chair.

“Jesus!” He shouted, jerking backwards.

You sat down again with a huff. “Before last night, I thought I could only teleport to places I’ve been to. When we were talking, he showed me a place I liked to go to, in the forest. The same place you found me at, but I didn’t realize it wasn’t my memory.”

“So you think he, what?” Joyce said, waving her cigarette. “Planted it?”

“He showed me a memory of the same place, but it must have been a different year. This year,” you confirmed before deflating. “I panicked when I broke free from him so I went to the first place I could think of.”

“Which was the memory he had shown you, but it wasn't yours,” Hopper said slowly. “That’s one hell of a trick. So you can, what, time travel too?”

“I've never done that before” you bit your nails. “Teleporting across time, that is.”

“Do you think you could go back?” 

Gesturing to your body, you scoffed. “With how I feel now? Hell no. I've never had my eyes bleed from using my powers before. Besides,” you groaned, trying to stretch out your arms. “Aren’t I morally obligated to stop whatever that shitbag is planning? Not sure how I’ll help though…” 

You thought back to what he had said before you escaped. 

“You’re not thinking of the big picture. But you’ll see. Give it some time.”

“Whatever his plan is,” you said seriously. “I fit into it, somehow. And I don't think it's happening any time soon. ”

“Well, I don't know any Henry's in town,” Hopper muttered.  “I wonder where the ass is hiding.”  

“A guy planning for the end of the world,” Joyce flicked the cigarette with a wry grin. “He sounds like one of the boys’ comic book villains,” she snorted. “Been there already with the supernatural stuff, gotta say I’m not too keen on doin it again.”

“Your family,” Hopper said to you, concerned. “Won’t they care that you disappeared—”

“—Hopper,” Joyce blew a plume of smoke, aware of the way you had just grown still and let your gaze drift to the floor. “You said that boom… it happened before you found her?”

“We thought something exploded,” he nodded. “And El felt… well shit,” the man sighed, looking at you. “I guess she felt you. It was like a sonic boom or something.”

“Like something new entered the... atmosphere,” the girl agreed, looking proud of saying the word. “It felt strong.”

“This Henry wanted you to come here,” Hopper looked at you. “To this year. So he must have let you break free on purpose.” 

“And here I was thinking I was just really badass,” you muttered before blinking. “Wait,” you laughed in disbelief. “You really believe me? This all sounds insane.”

“Kid, we’re not lying, we've seen stranger things just in the past year,” Hopper laughed. “Like you said, it explains why we don’t know each other, and why you think the Harrington boy is Chief of Police, which,” he snorted. “is probably the most insane thing you've said all day.”

“It makes sense for the lab, too,” Joyce added. “There are doctors there now, treating my son, supposed to be anyway,” she explained to you before sparing a glance at the man. “And if you were going to the lab for training, well,” she scoffed. “Then we definitely can’t be from the same year.”

You stood up and walked over to the window, your arms crossed protectively over yourself. “In my time, the lab operates more like a private business, of sorts, not similar to whatever is happening, or what’s happened, here.” You weren’t entirely sure what El had gone through, but it definitely didn’t seem good.

Joyce rubbed her eyes. “How so?”

Running a hand through your hair, you couldn’t help the nervous feeling that swept through you. You turned back to face them. “It’s not exactly legal.”

“Neither is the one here,” Hopper laughed, falling quiet at your expression. “What is it?”

“They get paid a lot for providing certain… services,” you said, not wanting to explain in front of the girl. “For the government.”

He glanced at El. “What, are you like an assassin or somethin?”

“They have those,” you said sheepishly. “But I’m not a killer, not exactly, anyways,” you stated before wincing. “Not that what I do, what I did, is any better in the grand scheme of things,” you said guiltily. “But I don’t kill, that was my one stipulation when I agreed to start working for the lab.”

Joyce gasped quietly. “You chose to go there?” 

"Kind of." Swallowing, you nodded. “They gave me an offer I wasn't able to really refuse.” 

Hopper had grown deadly calm, his eyes narrowed. “And what was that?”

You steeled your gaze, that was something you refused to feel any regret about. “I didn’t know how to control my abilities when I was younger. I was offered training. I was only twelve when the lab officials came to my house after the neighbors called the cops on me,” you explained. “I blew the windows out by accident for like, the third time.” You still remembered the fight you’d had with your dad that caused it.

Swallowing, you continued. “It felt like I finally had something, someone, that could help me get control over these powers that I felt controlled me, not to mention,” you laughed without humor. “I was only twelve years old for Christ’s sake. I would've gone with anyone who said they could do that, morally just organization or not. It might have been wrong, but it’s not like my mother cared as long as she wasn’t the one who had to deal with me. Secondly,” you looked at Hopper, unwilling to break your gaze. “They offered money. A lot of money. Enough to move us into another tax bracket and take care of the bills when my father left. And lastly,” you trailed off, wondering why Hopper and Joyce seemed so disturbed by that particular sentence. Maybe they know my Dad.

“Lastly,” you repeated. “It meant I rarely had to be home. My mom likes, liked?” you asked, unsure of the proper tenses you should be using before shaking your head. “She liked the money, sure. But she preferred me being out of the house even more. I made her uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?” Joyce said, her eyes sharp. 

“Well, yeah,” you coughed awkwardly, wishing you didn't have to talk about her at all. “She wasn’t really Mother of the Year or anything, but to be fair, my parents weren't exactly prepared to have a kid who could move shit with their mind. It was hard on them, and so my dad left,” you cleared your throat, feeling guilty all over again. “And then my mom got stuck with me until Melissa showed up.”

“Melissa?”

“Melissa Brenner, the director of the lab,” you supplied, continuing even after you clocked the way all three pairs of eyes went wide. “People with our,” you gestured to El, “special skill set aren't really appreciated in my time, not that there’s a lot of us who are open about it. Our powers,” you paused, scoffing. “It’s not exactly something you want to share with your neighbors, you know? So they find us if we've got powerful abilities, make us an offer they know we won't say no to, and then we get experimented on and put through enough training until Melissa deems us advanced enough for missions. That woman is batshit crazy, though,” you laughed, genuinely amused at the thought of her discovering your disappearance. “She’s probably tearing through my home as we speak trying to find me,” you snorted.

“Melissa Brenner?” Hopper asked quietly. 

You turned to look at him, surprised at the question. “Yeah, that's her name. Granddaughter of the guy who started the lab. He was ah… what was his name again?” you muttered to yourself. “Marvin or something.”

“Martin.”

You snapped your fingers. “That's right! I only had to look at his portrait every day when I entered, you think I’d remember it,” you said, rolling your eyes before pausing. “How do you know his name? You know him?”

He looked at Joyce, who looked at El, who closed her eyes with a pained expression. 

“Papa.”

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You were, quite frankly, horrified at what they had just told you.

After hearing about the hell Martin Brenner had put little El through, you supposed Hopper and Joyce considered you close enough to fill you in on what had happened the year prior. Closer than most, even, since you were now one of four people who knew El was alive. 

“What, too crazy?” Hopper chuckled, guffawing at your blank stare.

You'd experienced a lot of fucked-up things during your time working for Melissa. Shit, with the stuff you've done you knew there'd always be a piece of you that wished you’d never said yes to her all those years ago. Still, you’d bet seeing the alternate dimension hellscape they described would make all of that seem like a day at Disneyland. How none of them seemed utterly traumatized was beyond you, quite frankly. 

“I’d say that’s a good stopping point for now. Chili sound okay?” Hopper asked you, finally getting up and heading towards the kitchen.

“Shit, I gotta run,” Joyce said, checking her watch and jumping to her feet. “The boys are expecting me home for dinner.” 

“Oh,” you breathed, suddenly aware that it was nearing sunset. “I should get going too.”

That made them both freeze. “And where is that?”

“Uh,” you weren’t sure. “I can probably find a motel or something. Maybe find whatever family members of mine are here, they seem to have a stellar reputation.”

“No chance in hell,” Hopper put a hand on his hip. “If you show up to the Hendersons claiming to be one of their own out of the blue it’ll just raise questions. Besides, you think we're just gonna kick you out?”

“I don’t have a timeline on when this dude wants to end the world," you frowned. "He sounded like this is a long-term goal he's been planning for a while. Even if I knew how to get back to my time, I'm not really in a rush.” you smiled slowly, the thought just occurring to you.

Mom is probably relieved I’m gone.

“My contract with the lab was for another decade at least, and now…” trailing off, you weren't quite sure what you'd do now. 

“Now you're here,” Joyce finished with a warm grin. 

“Even so,” you smiled back. “I don't want to burden you any more than I already have. You already saved my life once.” 

“All the more reason to keep an eye on you,” Hopper shrugged. “I’ve already got one girl with superpowers staying here, why not another? You’ll be safe here.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“For now? Nothing, you’re hurt.” Hopper raised an eyebrow. “Once you’re better and we know your little sonic boom didn’t catch the eye of the lab or the government we can talk more, but until then, you should stay inside.”

Joyce pulled a jacket on, eyes kind as she went to hug El goodbye. “You’re not a burden, sweetie,” she stated firmly, moving to pull you into a hug as well. “I’m a hugger, sorry!” she said when she felt you stiffen.

“It’s… fine,” you said finally, scolding yourself for looking pathetic. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been hugged. 

“I’ll be back later this week,” she waved. “Work has me putting in overtime to make up for taking Will to the lab so often. Get better and be good!”

After she had carefully stepped over Hopper’s array of tripwires and alarms set in the yard, you and El talked a bit more. 

“I watch TV,” she said quietly when you asked her what she does for fun. “And do homework.”

“You think homework is fun?” you snorted. She nodded eagerly, jumping off the couch to retrieve a worn-out workbook. 

You frowned, combing through the pages of sentence structure lessons that she had already completed. “What about your friends from last year?” you asked, remembering the flurry of kids they told you were involved. “You don’t like to hang out with them?”

She scowled. “They think I’m dead.” 

“What?” you were stunned. “Why ?” 

“Hopper,” she mumbled.  “Says it’s not safe. The bad men, still looking for me. That’s why I can’t go outside.”

“Hold on,” you shut the book, setting it down on the coffee table. “You’re not allowed to go outside, like ever ?” She shook her head.  “El,” you said. “How long have you been inside?”

“Three hundred and four days.” 

You gaped. Jesus. You understood to some extent, Hopper wanted to make sure the government didn’t know she was alive, but you didn’t know how you’d do if you had to stay in the cabin with just Hopper for company for that long. She must be lonely.

“Well,” you said. “I’m here now, until I can figure out what the hell I should do anyways. We can hang out together, I’ll even help with your homework,” you nudged her. 

She smiled. “I’d like that.” 

At the sound of Hopper’s voice calling the two of you to dinner, you allowed her to slowly pull you up. 

You mused over the insanity of the day while spooning chili into your mouth. One thing’s for sure, you thought. Even knowing what I do, I’d still rather be stuck in 1984 than back home.

[kobblefort]

Blackfaint: Rat World Forever

This is what happens when I click on the "PETITIONS" button, which no doubt is alerting me that the newly established farmers' guild wants a hall. I don't think your average player of the greatest simulation game of all time Dwarf Fortress is ever going to see this. It's kind of cursed, but it's kind of magical. I can't dismiss it, which will drive me crazy since it does that little "shimmering" animation. I suppose I'll just have to assume that making the guild hall nice enough will make it stop. I don't know, I'm not in a hurry to please them. Now if there was a herbalists' guild, though? Those are the guys holding it down.

Another strange mood takes another rat straight to the clothier's shop that made Eeteek go berserk and start the fight that ended in their death. I suppose Vatekeek Learnedmaligns thinks it will be fine for him which in my opinion is the proper rat world attitude.

Also, things were going too well for a minute there, so here come 9 lesser rodent people. I was telling this to someone earlier but I think that rats are pretty cool in real life. Rats are like dogs stuck in rodent bodies basically. But mice are horrible little skittering creeps that will randomly run out from the walls just to die in the middle of your fucking floor like oh do you mind if I randomly die here, if I just roll over and die in the middle of your fucking floor, well I'm going to do it if that's alright, actually me and my 100 little cousins thought it would be cool to just scamper around as fast as possible at 3 AM and then randomly suddenly die, there's no way to get us out besides doing chemical warfare on yourself, blame yourself for living in a garage even though it wasn't your idea and you didn't want to do it. So basically mice fucking suck and the rodent men, naturally, are mice, compared to us, the superior rats. And we're really gonna need to figure out a way to make sure they end up dead on the floor. Which should be totally doab

This sucks man

I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. The violence is fast and extreme and really fucking bad and we don't have nearly enough graves to start burying everyone. The only people who can really fight are the miners, and the mouse people brought actual steel spears this time: that's a huge advantage in range and damage. We're down to 13 rats. Considering I was thinking that we would actually get to 50 and then maybe that would let our rats elect a mayor of some sort which would maybe let me use the Nobles & Administrator screen and its myriad functions, this is a pretty fucking shitty result. I guess worrying about the surface first was the wrong move but honestly it was a blind 50/50 anyway. It might be worth it to just say fuck it and lock off the caverns for a while. There's no way with this few rats that we could easily set up any kind of bulwark, we still have 100-something food, I don't know I'm kinda just feeling pretty gutted over how fast things went to shit like from okay to terrible in an instant, I know I just did that "rat world forever" bit like 30 seconds ago in your time and 30 minutes ago in mine but yeah I'm not feeling it.

This fucking asshole pays me back for being nice and refusing to Cask of Amontillado his ass by flipping out and dragging our population down to 10 so far, maybe more. Even with a copper pick splitting his leg open he still crawls along trying to fight anyone who gets near. He struggles on and on until finally an herbalist Ch'tk Sinscaly who's tired of this shit walks over and strangles him to death.

Wow, I wonder why. Next fortress, workshops are DEFINITELY going to be set up for easy cask-of-amontillado'ing.

This asshole is here now. I don't know. The caverns are already sealed off, so who cares. I've never seen something break through sealed doors, but now I definitely am not going to unseal them. It kills the last few mice in a matter of seconds and then sets about lazing around right by the entrance to the cavern to make sure we never go back in there again.

Yeah come on in guys don't mind the other 10 notifications. Sure we can host some fucking elf poets and shit. Whatever. Is one of you naked? Lol, cool.

Oh yeah don't mind all the bloody fucking warm corpses starting to stink on the ground. Yeah this guy failed to Express Himself so he went around killing people. You get it. Right. Sorry we don't have time to watch you fucking dance or whatever we have to feed and water the grievously injured. But yeah stay as long as you like. Actually you know what though try not to eat too much. Just gonna say it we're not gonna have this food forever.

No Thicivi I don't think it is and you might not actually be a very adequate observer.

This shit happens downstairs which sucks. RIP our first forgotten beast I guess. Gotta watch out for those steel spears man. They're bullshit.

The bodies are just sitting on the floor because we're using the empty tombs for people whose remains we can't recover. I just had an idea, because I hate the caverns now and want all mouse people to suffer. What if we just drowned them. Right? Hear me out. It's a pretty common and kind of grim trap in the real world to drown mice by making them take bait in the middle of a bucket on a thing they fall off of into the bucket. Well what if we brought the bucket to them? And by which I mean dug a bunch more aquifer taps that led straight down into the cavern layer and just flooded it to hell? I think it could be funny. If we were always doomed to never make it here then why not do something fucked up like that.

Look at this face in the cistern. It's like an omen. I didn't make it on purpose but now it's here. Telling me "this is a place of great suffering." And you know what my reaction to that information is? Yeah I hope there's more.

So here it is. An absolute mess of exposed aquifer surface area, leading to little narrow high-pressure tunnels that terminate with one little spigot into the caverns.

And it's working. It's working fast. Yes, I used DFhack to speed it along - two injured miners were not about to hustle on it and I wanted to see it start happening already.

Maybe this was just a party that got out of hand. You know? Maybe this was just a shitty idea. Leaving the warband to settle down? Fuck that. Other people make fortresses. Ratfolk take them. This was never a fortress. This was just a big bucket to drown a bunch of stupid fucking mice in.

The ten of us left can head back to Malignreasons, wherever she's camped now, apologize for our stupid little excursion, take the flogging we're given and go back to doing what ratfolk are really supposed to do. None of our original seven have even survived, besides K'keek Vicescourge, after all - with their untimely deaths they left all the shame and humiliation for us. Rat world was pretty cool for a second there, it really was, but it's time for us to get back to our real lives. Real rat lives.

You can see there in the center, the rodent men scrambling for high ground as the water comes up to their knees. Their home ruined, some of them washed away to be drowned in their cages. Of course it's inhumane, but was the way they jammed us with spears and chopped us with axes humane? Besides, humane? News flash, we're fucking rats!!

Everyone starts filing out. Some head back toward the warband, some just head whereever their feet take them. Everyone but K'keek Vicescourge, who spends a bit more time here. Carving stone coffins that will never actually be filled. The guests just stand in the sad, empty dining hall, completely dumbfounded. And K'keek starts on one last project.

With a ghost at her back, in the worst mood of her life, but still compelled to carve it and place it. The first statue ever made at Blackfaint. And the last one. The only one.

She's ready to go now.

Rat world sucks.

Rat world forever.

[mitch-the-silly]

“A Terrible Man” Pt.1

A William Afton introspective narrative inspired by (the narrative accuracy of) the song “TERRIBLE THINGS” (also slightly by “Stuck Inside” they’re the best 2 FNAF songs lore-wise imo).

This does include an OC and is based on my ao3 fic “The Tragedy of The Afton Family”.

The rubble on the floor of the abandoned Freddy’s was of no consolation to her. The search for Mr. Afton had her exhausted and honestly, Catherine had no idea why she was even looking for him here. Or rather, she had a vague idea as to why. A stupid personality trait as a lead.

She’d known Mr. Afton for almost two decades. If there was anything she’d picked up about him was that he was a man of loyalties to himself. The few times she’d seen him severely affected by something, whatever it may be, he always returned to his firstborn.

Not his ACTUAL first born. If there was anyone he’d rather not return to, it was Michael. He disposed the boy. He simply put up with him because he was kin of his own. He tolerated him at best.

So if not Michael, then what was she referring to? The creation that he loved the most. His ever-so-empowering Spring Bonnie suit. If it was here, it meant he would be back soon. But if it wasn’t it meant she was in for a world of troubles. Best case scenario: they were both here and Catherine could beg him to return to the Afton Robotics facility. She was convinced she wouldn’t be able to take care of it on her own anymore. They were starting to turn against her.

She stepped through the pieces of metal. They all felt a bit too familiar to her. She leaned down to touch it. Its texture felt far from foreign. Not far from the scraps of metal, she found a piece of red fabric. This she recognized immediately, and how couldn’t she? She’d tended to them with her bare hands.

“Foxy…?” She mumbled, traces of pain in her voice. They were similar to that of an anguished mother. She looked a bit above it to find the mangled shell of Foxy’s head. She gasped in slight shock, picking it up as if it were made of porcelain. She ran her petite fingers down the wanton dents on the material.

“Who would do such a thing to you… oh my poor baby…” She felt foolish when she spoke to these animatronics as if they were her own children, but truth is that she built them, rebuilt them, and repaired them for years. She knew them better than some of her family members. Foxy was her favorite, not just because the little guy (ironic since they all towered over her by almost two feet) was always broken, but also because it was Michael’s favorite. To her, spending time in the workshop fixing Foxy, was like spending time patching Michael’s bruises and patches from when they were kids.

She took Foxy’s head in her arms and continued forward. She decided to not look down. The pain of seeing another one of her friends destroyed on the floor would send her into tears. She was in no stable mood and she couldn’t afford to cry break down and cry at the moment.

She flashed her flashlight at arbitrary corridors. She knew exactly where everything was because how couldn’t she? She practically raised herself at Freddy’s. But she almost didn’t recognize it. It was as if she was peering into the casket of a once cheerful, now dead family member. Its organs hallowed out and blood drained and replaced by preserving chemicals. It was a horrific sight to see from the inside. Freddy’s, that is…

She rounded the corner, flashing her light at the one door she’d yet to check: the employee safe-room. She placed Foxy’s head down on the floor leaning it against the wall, facing it away from the door’s direction. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle. A feeling of overwhelming doom filled her body as she even considered entering that room.

She ignored it and opened the door. After which she begun coughing. She covered her mouth and nose with the collar of her shirt; the stench of death emanated from that room. She flashed her light directly at the back of the safe-room, her eyes widened in surprise at the sight before her.

Why was Spring Bonnie in this condition? She thought she’d left him in a better position than this. One that would preserve him better. To her, Spring Bonnie was Mr. Afton. Plain and clear. At times she didn’t mean it metaphorically. So seeing him in this condition was like seeing Mr. Afton in the same place.

She got closer, inspecting and poking at it with an arbitrary piece of metal she’d found in the room. Only then did she notice the stain on the floor. A black, putrid stain that revolted her from the very depths of her stomach.

“Goodness!” She jumped slightly. “Ugh! What happened here?” She sighed, upset as she flashed the light right into the suit’s face.

The suit suddenly twitched in response, groaning as its mechanical parts ticked causing her to fall back in fear. A realization dawned upon her, one that made her chest heavy.

There was someone in that suit. Someone long gone, body tattered by a spring lock failure. But the twitch means that there was a spark of life left in there, but it was way too late for them. The floor was already stained with their blood and their (seemingly living) body was rotting.

She reached to touch it out of morbid curiosity. She was absolutely afraid of it, but something didn’t allow her to stop. She tried to touch the face of it. Her plan was to lift the head and identify the victim, but before she could, it grabbed her arm.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to get away, but its grip was too strong.

She looked at it dead in its eyes. Eyes she expected to be blue, as they’ve always been. But these eyes were silver, and they reminded her of the man she was searching for. A friend, a teacher, a coworker.

“Save….me….Star….” The old voice box of the animatronic groaned. Its glitched out, deep voice was not its original. It was someone else’s entirely, and that’s when it clicked.

She knew exactly who was in that suit. Tears streamed down her eyes, her body flailing in an attempt to escape his grip. She tried her best to process everything that she’s just realized, scared down to her marrow. However, he wasn’t going to let go of her arm until he got his blessing.

Out of the suit emerged a spirit of darkness. A shadow-like being that resembled a man. Upon its head were rabbit ears, and its eyes were that damned silver color that made her tremble in fear. It was dressed with a bow tie and its finger resembled claws.

Catherine stood still, freezing like a deer staring at the headlights of a car. The shadowy figure reached for her like one would expect a damned soul to reach for its savior. Perhaps because that’s what it believed was the situation.

“I’ve committed unbearable sins… Sins against you and humanity… Please… I’ve prayed you return to me, my Star, my pupil.” It pleaded desperately. Anguish pouring out from its words.

“M-Mr. Afton… what… what are the extra tracking systems in the Funtimes for…?” She mumbled. She refused to have this question unanswered. It was her priority. Mr. Afton was dead, there was nothing she could to about his situation. She had to know, she had to know if it was really true. If she’d been wrong all her life.

The figure immediately changed its stance and demeanor. Standing straight with a shocked glare. “How much have you seen?”

Now there was the Mr. Afton she knew. Stern and sure of himself, calculating and cold.

“Enough to want to know more.” She responded as she always did. With patience and giving him the benefit of the doubt. He was a misunderstood man. She had to appeal to him in order to get the truth out of him.

“I’d have to, explain, dear.”

“Then explain it, please. It IS what I’m asking of you.”

[mystoriesmylives]

When the Bellflower Blooms: Why them?

Cover made by @eyecandyeoz

AN: This took me weeks to write! Finally finished a few days ago. Special shout out to @eyecandyeoz and @gran-maul-seizure for betaing this. Also to @maelove21 and @justalittletomato for helping me out with the plot. you guys are awesome.

Dolina Hewson is the owner of many casinos on Canto Blight. She is rich and a bit power hungry, knowing that the world is cruel and sometimes you have to step over certain people to get what you want.

She is also the grandmother of Onora Prime. The only way you can tell they were even related was their fire kissed hair.

She tried everything she could to get her granddaughter away from Bracca. But her banishment from the planet and her son's disgusting action made it hard for her. When Onora finally arrived at her doorstep at age 19, she felt nothing but terrible relief. She tried her best to guide her, but Onora forced herself to become more independent and to stand on her own two feet.

So when she got a frantic call from her granddaughter needing to see her, she inwardly panicked. It wasn't until Onora finally arrived that she calmed down a bit.

“Oh, lovey, how are you?” she asked, hugging her granddaughter. Onora had to lean down to hug her, her petite frame looking so small next to hers.

“Oh nana, I don't know what to do.” she moaned, tears streaming down her face.

“Well come sit here. Tell nana all about it.” she said, leading her to a nearby couch. She poured a cup of tea and handed it to the younger woman. 

Onora sat down and took a deep breath. 

“Nana, you know I've been in a  relationship with two men , right?”

Dolina nodded, she remembers Onora telling her about the polyamory relationship she was  having with Maul and Thrawn. Needless to say, she was rather concerned, she knew the two men reputation, especially Mauls and thought her granddaughter was getting into a dangerous situation.

Dolina anxiety started to go up, is that what was happening now?

“It just recently I started thinking a lot about who they are and what they have done. A-and they have done some pretty gnarly things.” she said.

“Maul is a violent man. He killed so many people. Kark, he even killed children. He has blackmailed and conquered other syndicates for his own gain. And Thrawn has destroyed armies and planets that were in his way. He doesn't care who's in his way, as long as he reaches his goal.”

Onora took a big gulp from her tea.

“ I mean, I knew what type of men they are from the start, and I know they will continue to do so.” Onora said, suddenly gritting her teeth. “But I care about them so much and they treat me so well, better than I could ever imagine.”

Her eyes then filled up with frustrated tears. 

“But-” Onora sobbed, “What does that say about me”

Dolina blinked and let out a breath.

Oh, she understands now. 

“Am I just a dog that has been kicked too many times and just glad for anyone that treats me well?” Onora said in a scathing tone, “Am I so desperate?!”

There was so much derision in her voice that Dolina grabbed her hands and looked firmly at her.

“Now let's stop you right there!” she said “There is nothing wrong with you. Whatever you feel is something deeper for these men.”

“Also, love is not forgiveness. You do not carry their sins.”

The older woman's eyes narrowed.

“And if they truly love you, they would not let you carry that burden. That is their baggage, not yours.”

Dolina took a deep breath and continued

“You saw something in them. Something that no else saw and they saw you, lovey. For once, someone actually saw you and they held out their hand to you.”

Onora sniffled, rubbing her eyes, keeping silent.

“And you do not love them for their actions, you love them for their skills, their prowess. After all, we love others for everything they are, not just for what they can give us”

Dolina held Onoras hands tighter, remembering how small they once were in hers.

“You have devoted men on your side, they see you for all their flaws and that only increases their devotion for you.”

The older woman then smiled widely.

“You were meant to be loved by kings and generals and now you have both. You were meant to be loved as a queen, lovey.”

She then looked at her granddaughter with determination.

“And most of all,that doesn't mean there is something wrong with you.”

Onora sniffed, trying to frantically rub off her tears, her grandmother smiling at her.

“There are so many times I hope and pray you find someone to love you, and somehow you find two. Even though they are not men I would have chosen for you, for some reason, fate put you three together.”

“Perhaps it's because they need you as much as you need them. “

Onora smiled and then suddenly yawned, all the stress she was feeling just hitting her hard. Dolina smiled as she patted her granddaughter's cheek.

“Why don't you rest, lovey?”

Onora nodded and lay her head on the sofa cushion, instantly falling asleep. Dolina stroke Onoras hair, taking note of how exhausted she looked. She then sighed to herself.

It seems she needs to extend an invitation to these two.

@kimageddon @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @stardustbee @a-dorin @kotic-kryptid @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius

[erisunoaakaibu]

Spiraltown - Chapter 3: The herbalist

“Doomba, what are you doing?” “I am fixing the broken toaster. But it turned out like this.” “Fixing? Are you sure about that?!” The toaster was shooting out tiny lightning bolts everywhere. At this point, appearance was the only thing that made it a toaster.

“I told you that thing doesn’t need fixing! I’ve bought a new one already.” Igor furrowed his brow. His life has changed since he got Doomba. The robot was no servant, but a roommate that doesn’t pay bills. At least it had some common sense to clean the house at least half the time, after realizing that it now lives with Igor. Other than that, all it did was to invent weird stuffs and play video games. Doomba would find scrap metal or broken household items and modify them into devices that did nothing beneficial to his life. Except for this one occasion. A criminal broke into his house at night and got paralyzed by one of Doomba’s seemingly useless lightning-shooting devices. The criminal later got taken away by Solanine, who was hunting them down, and Igor ended up with half the bounty that his friend received.

Igor was pretty stressed out, and the stress was messing with his ability to write music. He’s been drinking anti-stress herbal tea, which he had received a small packet to try out, and it worked pretty well. But he ran out of that today. So he went to the person who gave him the trial packet of anti-stress tea, which happened to be quite near, just about ten minutes of walking.

Igor arrived at the place. It’s a small shophouse inside a wide garden that was protected by tall fences and a huge gate. Let’s say, imagine a witch’s cottage in the middle of a forest, but less tall trees and more shrubs, that’s how that shop looks like behind the fences and gates. The guy had come here a few times before, and he noticed that there’s always some subtle changes to the garden that he couldn’t quite comprehend. It’s no big deal though, so he decided to shrug it off.

The bell rang, as Igor entered the inside of the shop. It was decorated in a rustic, witchy style, with a lot of candles, crystals and dried herbal mason jars everywhere. But he didn’t see the shop owner. “Hey, Daenestra, you there?” He called. There was a distant “Coming!” and hurried footsteps from the back of the house. And then, a petite girl entered through one of the side doors. She had gray skin, straight dark hair, and bright green eyes. One can easily notice her gloves, which were covered in some dirt. “Ah… it’s you, Igor. S-Sorry I got you waiting, I was doing some um… garden work back there.”

The girl, who seemed to be Daenestra, quickly removed her gloves, washed her hands. “Um… if I remember correctly, you came for the anti-stress tea?” “You bet. It works pretty well by the way.” “Oh, that’s nice. I’ll get you the amount for a month, is that alright?” “Yeah, that should do for now.”

Daenestra, full name Daenestra Sylvia, is a local uhhh… gardener? Botanist? Horticulturist? Anyway, she does gardening, sells plants, and also works as a herbalist. She’s quite a busy one, as she’s seen in her garden most of the time outside work. She’s young, but knows a lot about all things plant-related. This girl is also an acquaintance of Igor, who had provided him, as well as the others, with quite some unique house plants. She can provide people with almost all types of plants that do exist, regardless of appearance and function.

“So um… how are you and Doomba doing these days?” “Terrible. That robot has been tinkering with broken household appliances and turning them into weird devices! My garage is now filled with its inventions!"

So Igor got the tea, and returned home. The rest of his day, and a few more days, was rather uneventful, so I’ll skip that. Just going around town to look for some inspiration, practicing with the band, scolding Doomba for shooting lightning across the house, hanging out (and bickering) with Solanine, etc. Just the usual.

Until one day.

“Hey Igor” - There was a message from Solanine. “What is it?” “Come to Daenestra’s now” “Why?” “It’s Doomba” “Tf happened??” “Just come”

So the guy immediately ran to Daenestra’s place. He was expecting the robot to make a mess at the fellow horticulturist’s house, but he was wrong. 

So wrong.

“Igor. Help.” Doomba was being held in midair by a huge carnivorous plant. Next to the plant was Solanine, who was already armed with many shivs. “What’s happening here?” He asked his neighbor. “Daenestra said she would be away for 10 minutes to grab something. And this happened right after she’s gone. Doomba decided to touch this thing and it attacked the robot!”

The huge plant waved Doomba around, not caring about the other two’s presence. Yet, they didn’t make a move. Solanine could just cut that b*tch with her shivs, but she didn’t want to, since Daenestra had spent so much time and effort caring for it. And as for Igor… he decided to savor the moment, since he was still salty about his robot.

That didn’t last long, though. “Whoa, what are you doing?” A hurried Daenestra rushed to the place, calling out to her plant. Surprisingly, the plant stopped, as if it actually listened to the girl in front of it. “Could you kindly put that robot down? He doesn’t mean any harm. I’ll give you more food later, so could you do that for me?” And just like that, the plant put Dooba down. “Wha-” Igor was speechless. It wasn’t clear whether it was that Daenestra managed to make the plant listen to her in just three sentences, or it was that Doomba was now free and he had no more reason to laugh at the robot. “There, there, good plant.” She gently petted the plant as if it was some sort of pet. She then turned to the other two, who were frozen in place. “This little fella is gentle most of the time. I apologize for its sudden behavior today…” The horticulturist lowered her voice. “Did you just… call that thing little??” Solanine asked in disbelief. “Well… uh… it’s considered small for its kind.” Her answer concerned the others even more. 

At the end of the day, Doomba went to the repair store, and luckily no significant damage was done. And Daenestra had to forbid everyone from entering the “dangerous” part of her garden without her surveillance to prevent any similar accidents from happening ever again.

[the-pregnancy-experience]

I have strong feelings about this topic, so wall of text incoming!

I know I certainly did. As soon as I began showing I attempted to hide it in any way I could.

The rest of my body remained small but because I have a petit frame, my stomach looked comparatively massive. I wore huge hoodies for as long as I physically could handle it (baby was born in July so eventually the heat made it impossible). I typically don’t wear form fitting tops so needing to hide wasn’t an issue for me until about the 4 month mark, but once it became an issue, it was not fun. The fact that I had a massive and overcooked baby who refused to leave until well beyond his due date certainly didn’t help either.

I know that pregnant people are supposed to look..pregnant. But I didn’t like the change in my body. And I knew I wouldn’t going into it.

I genuinely never understood those who loved showing off their bump because that could never be me - despite wishing it was. I felt deformed. I felt like my body wasn’t mine. Some people get maternity photos and post regular updates of their growing bumps. I on the other hand, have no photos of my body during that time and hid away to the best of my ability. I felt ugly.

An additional part of this was also due to the fact that I’ve always been mistaken for younger than I actually am (I was mid-20s) and the thought of people assuming I was a pregnant teen made me uncomfortable. I tend to be sensitive to perceived judgement, so during a time where I was essentially a waddling signpost saying “Look! I’m pregnant and I stand out because of it!” had me worried about what people were thinking. It felt harder to be invisible and I get self-conscious when I feel that I’m drawing attention to myself.

But, that baby is now a 2 and a half year old toddler. I went back to my pre-baby body relatively quickly. The terrible pregnancy-related feelings are all one big, distant blur that hold zero weight in my current life. I’m still fence-sitting on a second child (90% sure I’m one-and-done), but I’d do it all over again for this little guy.

It’s important to remember that pregnancy is temporary. I reminded myself of this a lot. A few months of feeling like shit about (and in - my pregnancy symptoms were rough) my body was a relatively small price to pay for a lifetime of loving my son.

And it’s completely okay to hate the fact pregnancy is a necessary step to get to parenting. Contrary to popular belief, we don’t need to feel like we’re “glowing” and “a walking miracle” as our bodies go through hell to achieve our desires.

Pregnancy sucks. I won’t sugarcoat it or pretend I ever felt like some fertile goddess during that time. And that’s okay! Sometimes the most rewarding things have the shittiest beginnings.

I do wish I got to keep my pregnancy boob size though. That was nice. Back to the itty bitty titty comity I go.

Edit: Missed a few words

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[godsofhumanity]

i'm not "ignoring the truth because i don't like it". i've already said previously that i acknowledge the essential role Loki plays as a trickster in the myths. i love reading myths, i know why tricksters are there, i get it. i did not, and have not said anywhere that Loki is the great big bad, i simply said that he's, in general, not a very nice guy (you can disagree with me if you want, it's just an opinion).

your first point feels strange to me because yes, while the gods did agree to the bet with the builder to begin with, it was Loki himself who advised that the builder should be allowed to have his horse Svadilfari help him:

...(the builder) asked that they would give him leave to have the help of his stallion, which was called Svadilfari; and Loki advised it, so that the wright's petition was granted. (Gylfaginning)

naturally, since Loki was the one who advocated for Svadilfari to aid the builder, it fell onto Loki's shoulders to do what he should in order to make the sure the gods won the bet and not the builder. so, was Loki "trying to help the gods with the problems they made"? yes, kind of, but i feel like that's not the whole truth... furthermore, we know Loki could transform himself into just about anything, anytime.. so my personal question is- why didn't Loki just transform back?

about Loki's children. true, Hel, Jormungandr and Fenrir were thrown out of Asgard. to us, people of the modern world who understand that the sins of the father are not the sins of the child, it seems like a terrible and cruel thing to do. but for Odin, king of the gods, he had a responsibility to protect his subjects and his land, and given the nature of Loki's children, the track record of Loki himself, and the fact that there were prophecies clearly stating that these kids would be bad news for Asgard, wouldn't you also have been just slightly suspicious/cautious about inviting these giant children into your home? even so, for what it's worth, though Jormungandr was immediately cast out, Odin still gave Hel an entire domain to rule over, and in the beginning, the gods, particularly Tyr, did their best to raise Fenrir. of course, the paranoia of prophecy eventually got the better of everyone and thus, the relations between Loki's children and the gods naturally fell apart. i'm not going to make a comment on whether what Odin did was right or wrong, but i honestly don't think the options available to him were that black and white.

about Sleipnir. i've heard it been said many many times that Loki offered Sleipnir to Odin as a gift, though, admittedly, i've had a hard time finding texts that explain exactly how Sleipnir came to be Odin's steed. still, i couldn't find evidence to support that Odin might've "robbed" Loki of Sleipnir either, so i guess this one's up to personal interpretation.

now, about Vali. i've said before that the death of Vali is one of the most awful and terrible things to happen in any myth ever. i'm with you on this one- no matter the things Loki had done, i don't believe anyone deserved something so graphic. yet, ignoring the question of morality, i do feel it's important to remember that this scene only takes place during the binding of Loki- i.e., it takes place after eons of Loki hanging around Asgard and pulling stupid pranks and murders... it's the final straw, the accumulation of eons of pain and betrayal that the Asgardians would've felt as a result of Loki's shenanigans. it was Baldr's death that pushed the Asgardians to do this.. you spoke of the Asgardians taking Loki's children, but Loki took Asgard's child as well. Baldr was the most beloved of all the gods, and still Loki killed him... the Asgardians, at the very least, had reasons for casting out Loki's kids. what reason did Loki have for killing Baldr? i'm sure that that must've been one of the darkest days in Asgard. not to mention the indirect deaths Loki caused with Baldr's- Nanna (his wife) dies, and Hodr (filled with regret) is also killed as punishment. in a world where an "eye for an eye" is the way, it's pretty easy to understand why Loki had to suffer so terribly. it wasn't unjustified.

Sigyn is an interesting character, but so little of her is actually recorded. we have no idea how she felt about Loki, how they got married, what she thought about the Asgardians. she might've stayed with Loki because she was his wife, and that was her duty. it doesn't mean that she loved him. it doesn't mean that she supported him. the only thing we can truly confidently conclude from Sigyn staying by Loki's side is that she had respect for the sanctity of marriage and was committed to her role as a wife.

as for the adultery committed by Thor and Odin. i don't think it's fair to say that Loki's murdering and lying is alright because he's just conforming to his role as a trickster in myth, but Thor and Odin's extramarital relations are not alright even though they're also just conforming to the standards of the society at the time. for most Norse societies, adultery wasn't considered that bad if a man did it- it was terrible if a woman did though (i feel that this is part of the reason why half of Loki's insults towards the goddesses in the Lokasenna are accusations of adultery). even with a marriage, a woman's consent wasn't usually required for marriage. we consider these things to be "horrible shit" now, sure, but we're looking at it from a modern lens.

now Freyr. Freyr never threatened Gerdr into marrying him, though i do acknowledge that Freyr's servant, Skirnir, resolves to threatening Gerdr. this could be perceived as Freyr being the one to make the threats, but in the Lokasenna, Tyr praises Freyr as one who does not threaten women, and it makes me question whether Freyr knew or would have approved of the way Skirnir spoke to the woman he loves so deeply:

Of the heroes brave | is Freyr the best

Here in the home of the gods;

He harms not maids | nor the wives of men,

And the bound from their fetters he frees. (Lokasenna)

i suppose the credibility of Tyr's testimony all comes down to whether you think Tyr, and indeed the rest of the gods, are reliable narrators or not. personally, i choose to think that they are "decently" reliable narrators.. they don't have a reason to lie, whereas Loki is obviously in a situation where he's purposefully trying to antagonise everyone and cause discord (his first move upon coming into the hall in the Lokasenna is quite literally to kill one of the servants), so there is reason for him to lie and be unreliable.

anyhow, i am by no means trying to say that Asgard is perfect and Loki's pure evil. this is mythology- nobody's perfect, everyone has their shitty moments. i'm not trying at all to make Loki look like the "worst of the worst". the original question was "Do you HATE every version of Loki tho?" and i was just explaining why i dislike him. it wasn't really a targeted attack or anything, but i guess that's the cool thing about mythology- that so many different people can have so many different takes and understandings of the same story.

so yeah. hope that explained my take on this a bit better and sorry to have written so much ahahahahah i got caught up in it.

Do you hate EVERY version of Loki tho?

wdym every "version"? i dont like his general actions in myth