#old bitches without redeeming qualities

[happytyrantsubmarine]

i get at least 5 funny reblogs every time i post these horrid men so here is another for the 10 neroa fans in the world

[justwinginglife]

Just imagine like in a different au Soshiro right hand DID get cut off he would probably be alive but now he have to live up his trauma.

Obviously he was depressed because he was afraid he would be a burden for Freader to take care of he lock himself up depressed and anxious all of the negative though he got. BUT GURL!! I WOULDN'T EVEN CARE!! YOUR MINE OF COURSE IMMA TAKE CARE OF YOU, kind of feeling (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Just think of the worst case scenario he would overthink that is negative but Freader thinks differently

hehehehehehehe.

At this point, I think yall can tell I'm going out of order with your requests lmao. Just trying to get out as many as I can, so starting with the easier ones, but I will eventually get to the rest. Thanks for your patience!

The Hardest Thing Of All- Living

His whole life, Soshiro had always felt like one with the sword. Like it was a part of him. Like he was born to wield it. Like it was his destiny. He made it his whole identity, his whole life, his whole world. It wasn't until he met you that his world changed.

Whatever sense of purpose he had before you felt counterfeit. You were his purpose now. You gave his life meaning and direction. You were his pride and joy. He could get lost in you, forget himself in you. He'd forget all his troubles, all his sorrows, all his insecurities, just bury himself in the crook of your neck or distract himself with the curls in your hair. He was nothing if he wasn't yours. You were all he wanted, all he needed.

And he tried his damnedest to remember that as he suffered through the trauma of losing his arm.

He tried to remember you loved him, no matter what. Tried to remember all the promises you made to each other, to remember the future that he was supposed to give you. To remember you were waiting for him on the other side of this depression. But the further he sank into his sorrows, the less he could bear the thought of you.

When it first happened, all he could do was think of you. As the searing pain devoured his nerve endings in a blistering heat, he wondered if he could still protect you, if he could still be of use to you. But then he gazed down at the mess of blood sputtering out of his shoulder and knew in an instant that his worth was gone. And then it hurt to imagine you after that, to picture your disappointment.

The physical pain was a bitch, but the psychological pain was significantly more gruesome.

He'd lay awake at night, tossing and turning, plagued by his own weakness, haunted by his devastating loss. Sometimes, he'd even slip back into his old ways of thinking- that he was nothing without the sword. That the sword was his only redeeming quality. He couldn't dual wield now, and even if he could manage a single sword, his equilibrium was fucked. Every technique he practiced, every skill he honed, was reliant on having a full body with two working arms.

Sometimes he dreamt he still had two arms. Felt phantom pains where he used to grip his sword. Then he'd wake and the nightmare would start all over again. And every time he woke up, he was alone. It was by his own choice, but the absence of you sent him spiraling.

Then, one night, he had the worst thought. Maybe you'd be better off with his brother. Soichiro could protect you. He'd be someone you could be proud of. You wouldn't have to worry with him. He'd never disappoint you. He never would've slipped up and gotten his arm cut off. He was the better Hoshina.

And Soshiro? Soshiro was nothing. A nobody. He worked so hard to get where he was, and it was all for naught. Fate was just reminding him of his place. He didn't deserve to be Vice Captain. He didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve to live.

This war inside him was threatening to be a long one- his insecurities a constant companion that threatened to suffocate him at any moment, its bruising grip already tight around his neck, greedily consuming every aching breath he took and leaving him gasping for air.

But you'd never let him go. You'd force feed him your oxygen, compel his heart to keep beating, command his lungs to keep contracting. Give your life to give him life.

He'd lock himself in his room and you'd break the door down.

He'd push you away but you'd throw yourself at him, hold him until he stopped shaking. Murmur your love to him over and over until he stopped crying.

He'd tell you he wasn't worth your time, your effort, your love. You'd tell him he was worth everything to you.

And slowly, he started to heal. He started to remember what he was to you.

You reminded him that his presence was the sun in your sky and his love was the air in your lungs. You recounted to him all the days you'd spent together, each and every one a blessing, each and every memory a sweet, blissful dream. You urged him to fight for the future he'd promised you.

And so he fought.

He lifted his head high, strode forward with purpose, and lived everyday with a new determination.

Of course, there were days when the sadness would seep in again, and the doubt and despair would take hold of him. But you'd grab him by the hand and drag him out of the sinkhole, promising to never leave his side. And he'd fight as many times as it took to make you proud, to make you smile, to make you happy.

He'd face his demons, face his fears- all for you.

He'd do anything for you.

Even live.

[blackstarchanx3new]

Creations AU, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 3

Pages 61-90

Back at it again with Mike and his silly little adventures in Freddy's.

Huh.

What'd you see.

Stop being vague.

Who are these creepy masked people???

The bullies from FNAF four

Damn if only there was an entire side comic FNAF 4 cough cough I made about them that will explain that lol. We'll get to the side comics I promise. ;)

Whatever he saw, he's terrified to re-live.

Ouch.

Someone got hurt-

What the hell are you apologizing for exactly?

What'd you do?

None of those people in the masks were you...

We can tell cause they actually had a skin tone lmfao.

Oh that could use some cream.

So that's why "the bite" kept making Mike uncomfortable...

This kid got his head munched on.

And it wasn't ACTION but LACK of action he's cowering in fear from a child over.

Side note this panel out of context is hilarious and I won't pretend it's not.

Hi Bonnie! :D

He is the best.

Damn okay.

What's reality?

Ominous poster of the yellow Freddy for sure isn't important.

Haha Mike ya have episodes like this often? Often enough he composes himself afterwards.

He's utterly bamboozled Bonnie apparently SAW the kid he was chasing so...maybe.

That smirk is unsettling.

So this part of the building used to be "Fredbear's" the place Michael's favorite animatronic "Spring Bonnie" is from and mentioned earlier. Fredbear is clearly the one who bit the child.

I'd be scared too Bonnie thousand yard stares are concerning.

That's hysterical coming from the clearly possessed giant rabbit but go off I guess-

He's obviously trying to make Mike feel better which is nice of him. UwU

Aww. Hug how sweet.

So now we know a bit more about Mike. Let's review:

This nameless kid Mike saw die was obviously Michael's brother Cody Afton from all the context clues we've been given:

Mike's reaction to Micheal bringing up Fredbears, due to it being a traumatic event.

Cody being "Bit"

Mike doesn't seem TOO sure they're the same person but we know it is.

Mike blames himself for not doing anything at the time to stop Cody's head from getting crunched.

Mike's grasp on reality is...Flimsy. Self admittedly he thinks it's flimsy and he knows when he needs to go home when it's too much.

Mike is desperate for comfort over his trauma with Freddy's and Bonnie's a cool dude who'll give it.

You'd think Bonnie would be a bully from his intro but he's actually a super caring guy, he just can't stand people who purposely cause problems.

Bro comes in clutch with the hugs.

You can see why Freddy would run to this guy to solve issues haha.

So from those first panels we know 1 thing:

He had no clue Ennard was in the room with them. So add stalking to the list of creepy things that clown robot has done so far.

My god it's an old man-

He's Micheal's dad! :D William Afton!

Alright I'm gonna stop being goofy and vague for a moment:

It's obvious he's evil as fuck and for the people who like to bitch he has a personality in this comic or ANY media where people give William a personality: Stop making excuses as to why you write him one note you cowards, you can give him a personality without condoning what he does lmfao. Only a bad writer would say you HAVE to make him one note for him to work. Fucking morons actually you are stupid if you believe that.

If you wanna make him cartoonishly evil with NO redeeming qualities: Cool. Whatever. Just shut the fuck up don't act like yours is "Better" because you can't think of ways to make him anymore interesting.

Everyone's William caters to their tastes. Nobody's is PERFECT. I only judge stupid vapid bitches who complain about other interpretations while blowing smoke up their own asses. Because an ego isn't pretty on anyone lmfao.

The idea giving William a personality makes you a terrible writer/person needs to die I'm sorry that's such a stupid as fuck idea idk who came up with it but kindly stop writing and stop giving writing advice. UwU With love~ From me!~

Anyways I've spoiled William is a bad person who does a bad thing, Won't say what yet but all the death in the building can give ya some ideas. And apparently because William is bad guy there's "Rules" on how to write him. From a bunch of 12 year olds who dunno how to write but I digress.

I detest the idea of that. Because let's be real all FNAF characters are blank slates and the idea of squashing creativity is dumb. Literally go wild with your FNAF AUs.

Rant aside: William seems to be a bit of...An ass.

Just slightly manipulative and rude language towards his only living child it's fine-

Ah yes. He also demands physical affection.

We get Michael's age, he's 23 aka still a damn baby.

Also, William and Michael are British.

Since we're on voices:

Mike Schmidt would sound like Legoshi from Beastars lmfao. I imagine Bonnie with a new York accent. Freddy sounds like a lady.

We finally get to see what Ennard and Michael interact like together...

Michael doesn't seem to put up with him.

Ennard's kind of a prick.

Also apparently they have a HISTORY.

One that involves Michael talking shit about his father...

For people who know shit about the games: Yes Ennard is possessed by the same person from the games.

Hah Michael tricked him.

Okay so everyone in Michael's life is manipulative towards him.

Neat.

Also Ennard is a raging hypocrite.

Also conformation William is an owner not just a robot maker. (Can't remember if this was brought up earlier again some of these pages are 2 years old lmfao)

Also this comic assumes you got SOME Fnaf knowledge. I'd hope it's still interesting for those of you who are here for my other stuff! XD

Like ouch Ennard ya don't gotta be such a jerk.

Also Mike is cute.

This panel unironically is one of my favorites because this man doesn't scream in terror at any of the terrifying robots:

It's the gay guy he's trying to befriend he screams like a little girl at.

Another help wanted joke about the Faz token under the cupcake in the office.

Michael just wants to hang out with Mike obviously.

Despite all the shit he's clearly going through dude puts on a very pointy smile.

This man is built like a cat.

Lol they made pizza together. How cute.

Hah bro is apologizing for something he didn't even do nor has control over-

Is it obvious Michael is abused yet?

Going real unsubtle here: Everything about Michael shows off he has been abused in some way shape or form.

Michael wants to think he's being friendly for reals despite clearly having second thoughts due to Ennard.

Bro is desperate for a connection with someone.

Also

Pff.

Mike c'mon Bonnie's so sweet how could you- X'D

Few things: William doesn't "Let" Michael do things.

If it wasn't apparent he was controlling as hell before it sure is now.

Also Michael is embarrassed of his interests.

Also the locker:

Again we see an instance of Michael going by "Mike" as his locker literally just has a piece of paper tapped over it adding the rest of his name lmao.

Michael is used to being toyed around with that is sad.

Bonnie continues to be a sweetheart even when he's off screen. X'D

Mike attempts to relate to Michael's interests once again.

Also another instance of Bonnie lying his ass off about how close Michael and him are:

He knows Michael's locker combination and puts gifts in there lmao.

Mike clearly likes that plush a lot. Maybe he likes Chica a lot lmao. Who knows.

One thing to note:

If Michael's working day shifts and night shifts...when does he sleep?

Grant it, it isn't ALL THE TIME but still bro's sleep schedule must be OBLITERATED.

Oh hi giant floating head in the hallway you're stalking Michael too huh?

This is just two sides of someone's brain arguing with itself that the entire positive interaction they just had was terrible AND the other party hates them.

And that comparison only makes more sense down the road.

Yeah Michael you tell him. You don't need to take that from him.

Jeremy's a cool dude.

Also the fact the kids pay no mind to this argument is funny.

Also Ennard taking genuine offense to Jeremy being a better friend lmao. Anyone can be a better friend than Ennard. X'D

We hit the image limit but oh boy. So much joy in this update.

[beevean]

How about a list of your favorite villains across media?

Wouldn't really know how to rank them but I can try :P

Eggman: funnily enough, it was Colors that made me realize "huh, he's actually a pretty good villain" lmao, so thanks Colors! Full of himself, iconic style, charismatic, he will destroy an ancient civilization site to take down his enemy and then build a circus in the same game (some of the games do a bang up job of displaying his personality without words!), proof that you can be both goofy and a serious threat.

Dahlia Hawthorne: absolutely my fave AA villain <3 she's petty and not even the final murderer, yet under her "cute girl who's secretly a bitch" façade lies an actual, scary demon, who doesn't even let death stop her from spreading her utter malice. Not even after Mia beautifully lays down how she's actually a miserable pathetic creature (which she is), does her creepy factor diminish.

Annie Wilkes: yeah an odd choice maybe, but Misery is one of my favorite books and Annie has so much presence and I was legit scared of her while reading. It's almost funny how she's essentially a parody of over-the-top entitled fans, and oh boy things did not get better since the '80s :)

Griffith: what can you say about this complex, tragic piece of shit? You can see him in many ways, you can blame him or forgive him depending on how much you believe in the effects of fate, he's mostly rememebered as "that asshole who raped Casca into insanity" but the arc he went through to get to that low point is only one of the many reasons the Golden Age arc is iconic. I like to see him as a stunted manchild who longed for human contact but his only way to get it was through control :)

Azula: nowadays I think she'd be treated more sympathetically due to her being a 14 yo girl raised by a monstruous dictator, but still, she starts off as a genuinely scary threat compared to the sympathetic Zuko, and her plan to take over the Earth Kingdom is actually clever ("don't flatter yourself, you were never even a player", fucking destroyed), but by the end of Book 3 you feel nothing but pity for the scared little girl with mommy issues she actually is.

Blue Diamond: she's always been my favorite of the Diamonds, and not just because she's beautiful :P she comes off as the "nice" Diamond, especially when juxtaposed to Yellow, and she has a soothing yet intimidating aura around her. But she's actually deeply selfish and callous, literally dragging everyone in her grief - her power immobilizes you with sheer sadness, it's almost scary - and she said she loved Pink a lot but she wasn't above abusing her. I find her fascinating. (I also like Yellow a lot for the opposite reasons: she has more redeeming qualities than one might think).

Beatrice Horseman: does she count? I'll count her. I hated her guts ever since S2E1, where she calls Bojack to outright tell him "you were born broken and there's nothing you can do about it", but then S4 comes around and man, does it recontexualize all the evil she did to Bojack. Not to the point of forgiving her (although Bojack's last moment of compassion gets me), but the entire situation, from her own childhood trauma to how she coped with it, is devastating, an excellent portrayal of the cycle of abuse.

Weil: at the cost of repeating myself, he's just a spiteful monster with zero redeeming qualities (dude manipulates two babies to do his evil bidding and it doesn't even scratch the surface), fully convinced that it's his own humanity who makes him such a monster, and you want him dead so badly

(shout out to Copy X, who is more minor than Weil but I like his concept a lot and I find him pathetic in a good way, super underrated and good thing he wasn't the real X turned evil)

Dracula: started off as a homage to horror movies, became a nearly Berserk-esque figure of a dark lord fated to die at the hands of his old friend's descendants and be brought back by humanity's darkest desires. You almost feel sorry for him and how he's nearly forced to be a monster... if it wasn't for his utter selfishness and petty spite against God that were there long before he became an avatar of Chaos.

Isaac: obviously :P minor villain that he is, he's an absolute delight, both an over the top petty asshole of a simp whose motivation is simply "make Hector suffer", and a tragic victim who did not deserve to see his whole life shatter in the span of a few minutes. Again, you'd feel very badly about him, and then you remember how he dangled Rosaly's head in front of Hector. Also Liam O'Brien <3

[hana-akari]

Sakura was also eager to see the babies in their new clothes. She hated to admit it but Sasori had wonderful tastes and picked out just the cutest outfits. It was really hard to believe that the Sasori of her past was doing such domestic things like getting cute clothes for his babies. Her younger self would never believe it. But her younger self would greatly judge her for producing children with him in the first place. Sakura kept trying to tell herself he wasn’t that bad but every time he called her fat, or made a jab at anything she did, it made it really hard to keep telling herself that. So far his only redeeming quality was he loved his babies. 

Gotta take what you can get, right?

While Sasori relaxed, Sakura went about doing things and took care of the twins. Though they seemed to be so tired from the day, they surprisingly haven’t woken up. Maybe Sakura should take them on long walks more often if it meant both she and Sasori could have some peace.

Sakura was a bit restless that night. After everyone went to bed. But it’s not like she could go and do any chores without waking anyone. So she felt rather stuck. After tossing and turning a bit, she decided to get up and get some water from the kitchen. She was just walking past the couch Sasori was on when she heard… Crying?? There was just no way. Sasori didn’t cry. He hardly expressed anything beyond cranky and neutral. 

She just had to look…

Peeking over the couch she saw that Sasori was very much still asleep. Asleep and was having what appeared to be a nightmare. He was twitching and mumbling in his sleep but what shocked her the most was the sight of actual tears going down his face. Sasori was actually crying!! Whatever he was dreaming about was really hurting him. It pulled on Sakura’s heart strings enough that she couldn’t just walk away. 

Moving around to the front of the couch, Sakura kneeled down next to him. He just looked so vulnerable. Like a small child. He was mumbling something that she had to lean in to hear, and what she heard punched her in the gut. All that guilt she had been harboring over that fight from the past hit her all at once. 

He was having a nightmare of that fight…

Sakura distinctly heard ‘Papa why did you hurt me?’ and ‘Do you hate me like granny?’

Fuuccck… Why the hell did she let Chiyo do that to him? How was she supposed to know that old bitch would pull such a heartless move? Sakura always felt so guilty saving her and seeing Sasori in such a weak state made her all the more guilty. Of course that moment fucked him up. Who wouldn’t be fucked up after nearly being killed by puppets that looked like their dead parents? 

Unable to stop herself, she reached out and started wiping the tears from his face, whispering to him in a gentle tone, “Sasori… Sasori, it's okay. You’re safe now. No one is here to hurt you. No one hates you.” She tried to pull him from the nightmare as gently as possible. Like she did when Sarada had nightmares about her father. Another thing Sakura feels incredibly guilty about. She just kept gently wiping his face, hoping the soft touch and words would help him to some degree. Sakura wasn’t going to be too surprised if he wakes up and lashes out at her. She felt like she deserved it. It was her fault he was having this nightmare. It was her fault that Chiyo ruined the image of his parents to him. There really wasn’t much she could do to make up for that fuck up. 

Now his hatred for her made a little more sense…

Though she always had the feeling it was because of that fight. If it wasn’t because of what Chiyo did then it was definitely because of what she did to his face. Why the hell was she feeling so bad for a man that tried to kill her? A man that showed up and poisoned her daughter. A man that’s been making her miserable for months on end. Sakura had every right to hate his guts but… She just didn’t. He made her mad, yes, but she didn’t hate him. And seeing him like this made her hate him even less. Maybe she should stop lashing out at him when he took jabs at her…

Fuck, now she felt like crying.

Sasori was in the laundry room, stuffing the washer with all the new baby clothes when Sakura walked in, insisting he didn't have to do it himself since it was his week off. What he didn't say was he wanted to wash them now so the twins could start wearing them as soon as possible because a few of the outfits--dare he say--cute. Damn, his pride. Looks like he'd have to get used to it since they were his kids and not to brag but--they were cute kids.

Begrudgingly, Sasori let Sakura chase him out as he walked to the living room to watch television since he had just had a nap. He could go into the backyard to start one of the many projects he had planned, but it was too late and he didn't want to wake the babies. Maybe tomorrow since Sakura would be taking over now, finally freeing up his time to do something other than changing diapers and babysitting.

As he walked past, he noticed Sarada staring--or more like glaring at him--and gifted her a temporary look before ignoring her in favour of the television. Just must be another one of the girl's odd quirks, he decided and thought nothing else of it nor paid her any mind.

For about an hour, Sasori sat on the couch, watching television. However, he got bored and soon enough, boredom grew into tiredness. So, he decided to turn in for the night and try and sleep until morning. If not, there were a million and one things he could do around the house. Like Sakura, he was not an idle man and he hated just sitting on his ass like a bum. Even while taking care of Saori and Sorell, he was doing things in between.

He did fall asleep after a little bit. However, it was not a restful one. He wasn't one to dream but he did have nightmares--horrible, terrible nightmares. They had started as a child after the "disappearance" of his parents--or so he thought until Chiyo finally admitted their deaths. Then, later on, they were exaggerated by the war. It wasn't until he joined the Akatsuki and began modifying himself did they go silent and for decades, he went without a nightmare.

That is, until his fight with Sakura and his grandmother.

Never ever would Sasori acknowledge it but that battle had fucked him up--and he wasn't just talking about his face. He remembered it like it was yesterday; it started with that punch to the face from Sakura. He had been so disoriented after having half his fucking face punched off that he failed to notice the trap Chiyo set nor that he had backed into. He had had only but a moment to counterattack the pink-haired girl before he suddenly found himself being stabbed through the heart by his own parents. And the puppeteer? Chiyo--his own grandmother.

A moment of stupefaction and then he remembered looking into the cold, dead eyes of his mother and father and feeling pain, just nothing but pain in all definitions of words. Then, he looked at his grandmother; the woman which had nurtured and loved him--or claimed to love him--and yet, she did that to him? Used his own parents against him? Never in his life did Sasori feel so betrayed and alone then in that very moment.

Since then, that moment had been burned into his memories. Hell, he couldn't even think of his parents anymore without remembering the chilling steel of their swords and their empty eyes staring into his soul--what little he had. He had nightmares of it too. Thankfully, he hadn't since the birth of his children--until tonight.

It started innocently enough. A memory of his childhood; of using the puppets of his parents in an embrace like they all did, once upon a time--loving yet cold now. But then, there was pain; a hot, searing pain and as he looked down, he witnessed the bloodied tips of two swords stabbed through his little chest. When he looked back up, he saw not the dead face of a puppet but his mother's face, glowing with a warm smile he once favoured so.

"Mum?" He asked in a tiny voice, lips quivering and eyes watering. He then looked to his father who too was smiling. "Papa? Why did you hurt me? Do you hate me? Do you hate me like Granny? I'm sorry, please. I'm sorry!"

Unbeknownst to Sasori, he had been none too quiet during this nightmare, kicking and talking in his sleep between whimpering, his face moist with tears that leaked down his face from his last remaining eye.

[litgwritersroom]

What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Macau

Shannon/MC - 5600+ words - @banirareiko

Shannon has an unexpected time in Las Vegas after her short stint on Love Island. NSFW.

Shannon Callaghan had never, ever lost in life. She had always been a winner in every sense possible. Blessed with quick wit and a sharp eye for details, since childhood, she had learned and known by heart how to get ahead and finesse a win for herself– she had never once unable to have the people around her at her beck and call, nor unable to have everything she wanted in the palm of her hand. She knew how to strike people where it hurt and bend them to her will.

She knew how to play ‘em like the fucking Beatles without fail… until Love Island.

Gosh, it was a fucking embarrassment. Shannon Callaghan, Dublin’s Ace, a professional poker player with an undefeated win streak and the ability to read people like an open book, fucking losing to not one, but two lying meatheads with the only redeeming quality being their abs after masterfully playing her way into the main villa as a Casa Amor girl?

And on fucking national television on top of all that?

A clown show. A fucking clown show.

Shannon would rather die than let that bitch Jo have the satisfaction of seeing her sweat when she dragged her luggage out of the Mallorca villa, even when her feet felt like lead and the wheels of the suitcase seemed stuck at one place onto the ground.

Just take the high road, Shannon. Act like you’re not bothered, get the fuck out, and never, ever, let yourself be outplayed like that, ever again.

Head held high and a fake smile plastered on her face, Shannon left the villa without turning back. She would take this as a learning lesson to never, ever fuck up like this, ever again.

—

But of course, even the Ace of Dublin was human, and it was completely human to just want to run away from everything to somewhere far after suddenly having flashbacks of the public humiliation of being played by two people who didn’t even end up staying together for long. Even after three entire fucking years since the second season of Love Island.

And that was how she ended up in Nevada, United States of America, on the third anniversary of Love Island Season Two.

Seriously, Shannon? Las fucking Vegas?

Shannon had been chastising herself the entire flight from Dublin because the rowdy scene of Vegas was anything but befitting of her image of a poised and classy woman, but also in her defence, she had wanted to go somewhere wild and fun, but also would allow her to swipe a pot or two of the cha-ching because who wouldn’t love to take some more money out of snobbish rich people’s pockets anyway?

She supposed she should do something different for a change, after all.

—

Las Vegas was… something. Shannon was pleasantly surprised, actually.

She didn’t really expect herself to enjoy her trip as much as she was.

The food was amazing. Her hotel was actually very fancy and the service was top notch, all things considered, and the casinos, especially the casinos, had been exceeding her expectations so far.

In the past three days, she had managed to make just shy of a million dollars, much to the dealers’ utmost surprise and the other players’ anger.

Darlings, you don’t know what real poker is.

Smirking to herself, Shannon put on the most flashy sequin gown she owned, before running her perfectly manicured hand through her fiery curls, touching up her lipstick and adjusting the deep v-neck of her dress to show off the delicious curves of her body, then slipped on her sparkly silver heels and headed down to the casino.

Time for business.

Tonight, Shannon would win big again. These crusty old men and their airhead trophy wives were too predictable. She would not have any trouble making them a little less rich at all. Her streak in the last three nights had proven that much.

It would be a great night.

Except the next morning, Shannon woke up with the biggest hangover she had ever experienced in her life in an unfamiliar (yet super comfortable) four-poster bed with the fanciest canopy she had ever seen, in a fancy room that definitely was not the Vegas hotel room she had paid good money for.

The silver gown she wore last night was hastily thrown on some fancy-arse chair in front of an ivory vanity table. Her heels were lying lonely on the polished mahogany floor at the corner of the room, by the curtains draping over a huge window that she could only assume was floor-to-ceiling. And her knickers–

Fuck, my knickers.

To Shannon’s utmost horror, her knickers somehow ended up on top of the window bar holding the golden silk curtains up high.

Wait…

Shannon realised that she was naked. Completely naked. In a strange bed. In a strange room.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuc–

“You’re up, lovely.”

As the sing-song voice slowly registered in Shannon’s head, she turned around. Her eyes widened.

A young woman about the same age as Shannon and equally as naked as Shannon was propped herself up from the plush mattress, a mischievous smile twinkling on her delicate face as her long, wavy chocolate brown hair fell all over her pale golden skin.

Before Shannon could even react, the young woman laughed,

“You were really loud last night, wifey.”

Wifey… Huh…

Huh?

Shannon immediately brought her left hand up to her face, and instantly, dread, confusion and fear filled up her bloodstream. The awfully gaudy diamond ring on her left ring finger that she definitely did not shell out any money for was twinkling almost too happily, as if to mock her that she definitely had just broken her new three-year-long streak of no clownery by getting married to who she assumed was the young woman in bed next to her last night.

Amazing. She came to Vegas to forget the time she got clowned on national television, only to end up clowning herself all over again.

Shannon Callaghan, what the fuck did you just get yourself into?

The strange girl, or allegedly, Shannon’s new wife, chuckled playfully as Shannon literally began ripping her hair out of her head, but nonetheless, offered a sympathetic smile, then hopped off the bed, shamelessly letting the blanket fell back onto the bed to reveal soft, smooth skin, perky tits and arse and a delicate, petite frame. Then she disappeared into what Shannon could assume was a probably very fancy and huge-as-shit bathroom, and soon, Shannon heard water running as a faint waft of floral fragrance began hitting her nose and permeating the air around her.

Then the water stopped and her new “wife” returned with a gigantic, fluffy towel and tossed it onto the bed.

“Just ran you a hot bath, beautiful,” the brunette winked, “Hope it helps.”

In all honesty, Shannon’s head was just too fucked for her to even have the energy to protest. Hence, she wordlessly nodded, covered herself with the towel, then headed into the bathroom for the hot bath the girl had just offered her.

Holy–

Shannon guessed right. This bathroom was at least twice as big as the communal bathroom in the Mallorca villa. And fancy. Really fancy. White-marble-and-gold type shit fancy. Like, who in the fucking hell beside the filthy rich people would fucking run a hot bath with rose petals and fucking gold leaves so casually just like that?

As Shannon slid into the bubbly hot (and expensive) water, a contented sigh involuntarily escaped her mouth, her mind began wandering. By deduction, whoever this girl, who Shannon had just apparently married the night before because Shannon just had to stupidly demote herself from being the Ace to being the fucking Joker for whatever reason, was, she had got to be among the filthy rich.

One of those crazy rich Asians. Like in that one movie starring the British-Malay heartthrob Henry Golding.

Shannon honestly hoped that this whole getting married thing was just a prank. A game. Like those rich people’s games when they had nothing better to do. But even so, clearly, she had definitely got herself into a mess with one of them.

And she needed to get out.

Breathe, Shannon, breathe. You can do this. You can play your way out of here.

“Are you alright? Is the water to your liking?”

The girl, now clad in a golden silk robe, daintily sat down by the bathtub. That snapped Shannon out of her thoughts.

“I’m fine,” Shannon offered a weak smile through the headache wrecking her brain, “Thank you.”

The girl smiled in return and nodded, and Shannon had now just realised that perhaps she was not so stupid having impulsively got herself tangled up in this situation after all.

Big brown eyes, thick and long lashes, a cute button nose and peachy soft lips that Shannon just wanted to take a bite. This girl was fucking gorgeous.

Last night must’ve been fucking amazing, then.

“I’m Kariel, just in case you forgot, which I think you actually did,” the girl chuckled, “and we had a great time and even a wedding in Vegas last night.”

Oh fuck so it did happen.

“Oh, and,” Kariel grinned almost a little too happily to Shannon’s comfort, “We’re on our honeymoon in my vacation home. In Macau.”

Huh…?

Shannon blinked once, twice, and then–

“MACAU!?”

—

“Too easy.”

This was the fourth time tonight that Shannon had been able to scoop all three players at her table with little trouble and made three new enemies in the process. But what could they do? She had beaten them fair and square in front of many. They could be bitter all they wanted. It wasn’t like their deals on the NYSE or NASDAQ trading floor wouldn’t recuperate that money for them the next day anyway.

All eyes were on Shannon. She smirked to herself. How she missed being praised like a goddess in front of many just like this.

After that stint Ibrahim pulled on her three years ago, she needed this more than ever.

Out of the admiring and seething eyes on her, Shannon could feel it. A certain someone was watching her. A certain someone who she could make out of the corner of her eye to be as intriguing and perhaps intelligent as they were extremely pleasant on the eye.

An amused smile curled on her lips. She knew they were approaching her from behind.

“Good evening, lovely.”

A sing-song voice softly caressed Shannon’s ear. A perfectly manicured French tips hand daintily brushed over her shoulder. Shannon didn’t shrug it off.

Her nostril caught a waft of a citrusy floral scent that she immediately recognised as Atelier Cologne’s Pacific Lime. Very expensive shit. Recently discontinued in the United States and Canada, and only sold exclusively now in Europe.

Shannon could tell that this woman was among the actually rich society in the casino tonight.

“Kariel Leung,” the woman smiled and took a step forward, now in front of Shannon, “I’m very impressed at how you played these old geezers. Almost made me want to make a bet against their wives on you to beat ‘em all tonight.”

Of fucking course. Rich bitch™. Only a rich bitch would make bets on people betting just like that.

Shannon involuntarily let a snicker slip, but she honestly couldn’t stay annoyed for too long as soon as her eyes fell upon the woman who had just introduced herself as Kariel, now up close and personal right in front of her.

What a vision, Shannon had to admit. Kariel was stunning. Drop dead gorgeous, even. Petite frame in a casual black bandage gown with cut-outs across the chest that hugged her perky curves in all the right places, balancing gracefully on a pair of simple black stilettos. Long chocolate brown hair gently curled into perfect ringlets. Pale golden skin that basically glowed under the soft golden light illuminating the casino floor. Light, yet immaculate makeup accentuating long, dark lashes over brown almond-shaped eyes on a delicate face framed by a pair of plain dangling gold earrings. Soft lips painted in brick red and plumped with deliciously juicy gloss.

Classy. Elegant. Beautiful.

Shannon realised that this girl didn’t even need to put out all the stops with the flashy bling-bling to get the message across that she was beyond just rich. Her black bandage dress looked casual enough, but upon a closer look, it was unmistakably a vintage Herve Leger piece that was at least a few thousand quids. Her black stilettos seemed quite basic and simple, but the signature red soles of Louboutin shoes on their underside said otherwise.

Kariel was not just rich, but rich and powerful. It was the quiet luxury she was displaying that had convinced Shannon to believe that this girl was not one to trifle with.

But that didn’t scare Shannon, nor stop her from getting snarky with the rich girl anyway.

“Glad to have impressed you,” Shannon put on a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, “but I’d rather not be a racehorse to entertain you and the snobbish airheads married to the dumb geezers I’ve just wiped the floor with.”

Kariel raised an eyebrow, and Shannon fistbumped herself inside.

Good job Shannon.

“Now if you would excuse me,” Shannon let that fake smile twitch on her face again, before dropping it completely and opting for a more serious look to show that she was done playing games, “There’s another table calling my name to swipe all that cash from.”

But much to Shannon’s surprise, Kariel wasn’t even fazed one bit at the not-so-subtle “fuck you” Shannon had just given her. Instead, the Asian woman returned Shannon’s fake smile with an amused smirk on her face, then gracefully turned around and beckoned Shannon to follow her.

“Oh, yes,” Kariel’s laugh was musical, “You’re right. There’s a table waiting for you over here. But I’m not so sure about you scooping ‘em all just yet.”

Then the girl turned back briefly to face Shannon,

“Come, Dublin’s Ace. Let’s see how you fare yourself against me. One on one. My game.”

“How the f–

“Love Island is my guilty pleasure, Shannon Callaghan,” Kariel laughed again, “But anyway, let’s play some Chinese poker. A pro like you wouldn’t have a problem with such a simple game, I’d imagine.”

Shannon could only blink in confusion, but still, the proud Dublin’s Ace in her didn’t want to give that away. She had a reputation and an image to maintain, after all.

Besides, the game was simple enough. Beginner-friendly, even. Stacking thirteen cards in three hands of five, five, and three, from the bottom up, in ascending order of hand. Shannon would only need to win two out three hands to earn her cash for the round.

There would be no way in hell she would lose. Especially not to a rich bitch™.

Beating this rich girl and shutting that sing-song laugh up for good would probably be really fun, actually.

“Alright, you’ve got my attention. Let’s play.”

—

Tonight, Shannon had learned three things.

One, Kariel was actually a fucking Macanese heiress. Her father actually owned this casino, plus its international branches in both Monte Carlo and Macau, which explained how the dealers were basically at her beck and call and more than ready to accommodate a game of Chinese poker just for two players because Vegas casinos didn’t host this kind of poker very often, actually.

Two, Kariel was actually good at the game. None of that luck bollocks. The heiress was, in fact, so bloody skilled and actually was very intelligent and strategic with her gameplay.

Usually, people would bolster their bottom hand because that would be the highest hand in the set, but Shannon noticed after a couple rounds that Kariel actually would try to set her top hand as high as possible while still making sure there would be no mis-set on her end. That annoyed Shannon to no end, actually.

Because that was how Shannon would have arranged her hand, too.

For the first time ever since Shannon started her Vegas trip, she had met someone who she could consider a worthy opponent. If Shannon Callaghan was Dublin’s Ace, then Kariel Leung would be the Ace of Macau.

As much as Shannon hated to admit, Kariel did give her a run for her money, fair and square.

It would make sense, though. This girl had literally grown up in casinos all her life.

As Shannon turned over the last card dealt to her, her eyes almost widened at the hand she had, but her instincts immediately kicked in, and at the last second, she managed to hide her surprise behind the usual poker face that had marched her victory so many times before.

Kariel’s face was also expressionless. She gave nothing away. When it was time for the hand reveal, she gave the dealer a nod.

“Natural.”

Shannon kept her mouth tight as Kariel’s hand gracefully dropped on the table. Pair of tens, pair of nines, pair of eights, pair of sevens, pair of six’s, pair of fives and a random number card that didn’t really matter anymore–

“Six and a half pairs,” the dealer called.

That would be a whopping six points for Kariel. She would win six times the amount she had bet for that round, if Shannon didn’t have anything better to beat that hand.

Shannon tried her very best to maintain her perfect poker face. She had to keep up the show, until the very end.

It’d be worth it.

“Natural.”

Kariel raised an eyebrow, but in amusement rather than annoyance that Shannon also was declaring a natural hand. Nonetheless, the girl kept herself cool and composed.

Shannon didn’t blame her, actually. Six and a half pairs wouldn’t be the lowest of the natural hands.

But it would be lower than an–

“All Broadway.”

It took Shannon all of her self-restraint and then some to keep a victorious smirk from stretching across her face as her hand dropped.

Four aces, two kings, three queens, four jacks. A whopping thirty-two points.

That would be three hundred and twenty thousand dollars that Shannon had won. Lady Luck was on her side tonight.

“Congratulations,” Kariel smiled, and much to Shannon’s surprise, there wasn’t even an ounce of sarcasm or malice dripping in the girl’s melodious voice, “You’ve beaten me, fair and square.”

But Shannon knew it was just sheer, dumb luck–

“Don’t worry, really,” Kariel stood up, motioning for the dealer that she would like to close the table, “It’s just pocket change for me. Pretty refreshing to see a showdown of pure luck, actually.”

It was indeed a showdown of pure luck. A natural hand was never to be played. It was given. Nobody would know when they were getting one. Nobody would know if they were the only one with a natural hand at the table, or if their natural hand would be the highest in the game.

And so, the third thing Shannon had learned tonight was that anything could happen even in a game of skills. In the case of a natural hand showdown, nobody could play their way to the top. Lady Luck would be the one deciding who would rise and who would fall.

And that got Shannon thinking, maybe, just maybe, the whole debacle with Ibrahim and Jo was a case of luck, rather than who the better player was, after all.

But for tonight, she’d rather not think about Ibrahim. Luck or not, he had still done her so dirty with his reluctance to be honest and upfront with her. He did not deserve to occupy her mind right now. She was having a good time in Vegas, and she intended to keep it that way.

“Hey,” The Macanese heiress sauntered towards Shannon and stretched out a hand towards her with a bright smile, “I like you, Shannon. I want to get acquainted with you.”

Shannon blinked once, twice, but nonetheless took Kariel’s hand, and silently gasped at the electric feeling of the heiress’s slender fingers sensually slipping in between her larger ones.

“Let’s head to the VIP lounge. Just you and me. I’m itching to crack open my D’Amalfi Supreme. That shit’s been collecting dust in the cabinet, and I don’t want to just let twenty-seven million dollars worth of good shit go to waste like that. You seem cool. I wanna share this with you.”

Kariel grinned playfully and squeezed Shannon’s hand.

But in all honesty, even a pro poker player like Shannon was having trouble processing the information that the heiress had just casually dropped.

Twenty-seven bloody million dollars for a bottle of Limoncello.

Just how fucking loaded was this girl’s family?

—

“Fuck Ibrahim. Fuck Jo. Fuck the both of them, really.”

Shannon had no idea how many fucking shots she had taken or how many different kinds of liqueur including that very expensive Limoncello in a diamond-embellished bottle she had thrown back in the past hour ever since she let Kariel lead her into the exclusive VIP lounge at the back of the casino. Her head was spinning. Her hair was tousled. Her lipstick smeared and her mascara was running. She was a total mess, emotional and drunk. A stark contrast from her usual cool, calm and collected demeanour.

Kariel offered her a sympathetic side hug, squeezing her tight against the heiress’s petite frame. Shannon was grateful that at the very least, there was someone listening and understanding her. As much as she had been doing her best to keep her cool and move on from the clownery she found herself in on Love Island, it had been bothering her a great deal in the past three years.

It didn’t help that Shannon had been bottling all this bitterness up inside of her all this time, too.

Especially when she couldn’t help but wonder if she was lowkey being body-shamed by Ibrahim, because it was really hard not to see her, a big girl, being cast aside for a girl with a banging bod like Jo, as anything else.

Shannon had been telling herself that confidence was the most powerful weapon she could wield, and pretending to keep that confidence intact was a close second. Nobody would know how insecure this entire Ibrahim fiasco had made her become and how fucked up her mind had been ever since she was dumped from the villa. Nobody would know.

Nobody, except, for some reason, Kariel Leung.

“Honestly, to hell with them and their obsession for fitness. They didn’t even last that long after the show,” Kariel scoffed, “Good riddance, really. He dropped a beauty with an actual brain for some airhead liar.”

Shannon froze. Being called a beauty was the last thing she would expect to hear from anyone. Especially from the epitome of beauty herself.

Shannon would be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to the Macanese heiress who had both riled her up and been a friend to her, even a little bit. Which was an unfamiliar feeling because she had only ever been with men before.

In all honesty, she wouldn’t be opposed to getting herself tangled up with a woman.

Shannon felt her heart thump hard and fast against her ribcage as Kariel scooted closer and closer, and soon, the heiress’s face was only mere inches away from hers.

“Fuck, Shannon, you’re beautiful. Never forget that.”

A slew of emotions Shannon had never experienced before washed over her as Kariel leaned in to press her soft lips against Shannon’s plump ones, then threaded her slender fingers into Shannon’s tousled fiery curls and parted Shannon’s mouth gently with her tongue.

Shannon gasped. Kariel took the opportunity to slide her tongue in to caress the inside of her mouth.

All these feelings were just so new to Shannon. So unfamiliar. So nerve-racking. Yet at the same time so intoxicating and leaving her wanting more.

So Shannon wound her arms around the Macanese heiress’s waists, pulled the girl flushed against her voluptuous breasts, and moved her mouth to kiss her back.

Fuck–

Shannon could feel Kariel smirk against her lips. Much to her disappointment, though, the heiress pulled away after a moment.

But what Kariel said next set Shannon ablaze with desire.

“How far do you want to take this tonight, gorgeous?”

The Macanese’s lips ghosted against Shannon’s lips. Her warm breath sent a jolt straight down Shannon’s spine, and almost instantly, Shannon felt a warm wet patch begin to form on her knickers.

She wanted this. She needed this.

She needed Kariel.

“How far are you willing to go, Kariel?”

The heiress grinned against Shannon’s mouth after swiping her wicked tongue across Shannon’s lips, “However far you’re willing to go, sexy.”

That was more than enough for Shannon to let go of the last of her restraint and shamelessly grabbed onto Kariel’s hands and guided them to slip into the deep V neck of her dress to fondle her tits.

“I want to go all the way.”

Kariel pulled back, her eyes lit up happily as if she was a kid in a candy shop, her hands continued to gently squeeze around the softness of Shannon’s mounds, occasionally brushing her thumbs over the hardening nipples. Shannon gasped at the sensation, but before her gasp could even fully form, Kariel had already captured her mouth into another searing kiss, while at the same time slithered her hand onto Shannon’s back and toyed with the zipper of her gown.

In a minute, Shannon’s gown pooled around her ankles, and soon, so did Kariel’s. Before long, both women were stripped down to their underwear, and Shannon was glad that she had decided to go braless for the night.

But Kariel— Fuck, Kariel was the very definition of sex on legs in sheer black lace lingerie while keeping her black Louboutin stilettos on.

The heiress gave Shannon a seductive smirk, then pushed Shannon down the plush sofa and without hesitation, latched her mouth onto one of Shannon’s hard nipples while trailing one hand down the valley of Shannon’s huge tits, past her soft belly, then dipping into Shannon’s knicker to playfully flicker her thin fingers along the slick, soaking slit of Shannon’s dripping cunt.

“You’re happy to see me in a teddy,” Kariel released Shannon’s nipple with a pop, then bent down and suck hard on the other nipple and trailed her tongue down, down, down—

A loud moan escaped Shannon’s mouth as the heiress brushed Shannon’s knickers to the side and swiped her tongue along Shannon’s cunt, but not before giving her clit a sounding suck and a cheeky, gentle bite.

“And you taste as delicious as you look. Gosh, I’ve been wanting to have some hot as shit sex with you ever since I saw you breaking down the old geezers on the floor, baby girl.”

Shannon could honestly get used to this. Being eaten out by another woman was something that was amazing beyond imagination, she realised.

She couldn’t care any less how increasingly loud her moans had become by now.

Everything then went by in a blur.

Shannon tried to burn the feelings into every cell of her skin.

Kariel tasted fucking divine when Shannon returned the favour by sucking and lapping at the heiress’s equally as wet cunt.

And the scissoring, bloody hell, the scissoring was just out of this world. The sloppy wet sound of clit rubbing against clit was one Shannon found incredibly lustful, and that kept her going for more. Every buck of her hips, ever flicker of her tongue against Kariel’s, every squeeze of her hands on Kariel’s small but perky tits, every soft pinch of Kariel’s dainty fingers on her nipples— Shannon slowly slipped further and further into the quicksand of immense pleasure and euphoria.

Shannon lost count of how many times she had come that night having sex with Kariel. But one thing she knew for sure, was that she had thoroughly enjoyed the entire experience, and realised that perhaps this would be something that she’d really be into, after all.

Kariel gave Shannon a loud, sloppy kiss on the mouth as both women hastily pulled their dresses back on, but neither of them wanted the night to end there.

Picking up a bottle of tequila, Kariel took a long swig, then handed it to Shannon, who then took a long swig as well. Both women were still so bloody drunk, even after all that iron-pumping sex they just had with one another.

“Hey, I got an idea,” Kariel slinged an arm around Shannon’s shoulder, “Let’s do one of those Elvis weddings together. I heard those are fuuuuuuunnnnnn— Oh! After that, let’s take my private jet back to Macau. Let’s team up tomorrow and take my dad’s friends’ money at the casino over there!”

Shannon honestly was too high in the clouds to even stop for a second and realise that this was all so messy and would get her into a mess that would be so hard to get out of—

“What the hell? I’m in!”

—

“Fuck, Shannon, fuck—

“Kariel… Kari— oh, yes, please. Harder.”

Apparently, Shannon never realised how into being pegged by a woman with a double-ended dildo she would be, until Kariel fucked the both of them with a double-ended dildo in the gigantic bedroom of the heiress’s mansion the moment they both landed in Macau after being married by an Elvis Presley impersonator in Vegas just hours before.

Kariel even got each of them a ring that was at least twenty thousand dollars, too.

Shannon ended up cumming for the however-many-times-it-was-oh-gods-she-definitely-lost-count’th time when Kariel pulled her into a sixty-nine and fingered and ate her swollen cunt out as Shannon herself buried her face deep into Kariel’s equally as swollen cunt.

—

“So…”

“Yep,” Kariel laughed, “Wild night, wasn’t it? We slept in for almost an entire day actually.”

Shannon just wanted the water in the bathtub to swallow her whole. This was so fucking embarrassing. Not only did she get so drunk her brain was gone, but she also had had wild sex multiple times with the same woman who was now taking care of her through her hangover, and mindlessly got herself into a fucking marriage with said woman.

Not to mention it was a wedding officiated by some rando in an Elvis Presley costume.

“I’m so sorry,” Shannon sighed, “Fuck I didn’t think I’d get this fucked up—

“It’s alright, lovely,” Kariel grabbed her hand and gently squeezed in reassurance, “I quite enjoyed it. It was a very good experience, actually.”

Shannon would be damned if she said she didn’t thoroughly enjoy it too.

“But Kariel, we barely even know each other and we’re now married for fuck’s sake—

The realisation that Kariel’s rich and powerful father would soon be on Shannon’s arse for this was not helping, too, at all.

“Oh, that,” Kariel shook her head with a smile, “It was never legally binding. We never signed a license, so technically, we’re not married in the eye of the law. I was just playing earlier. The ring was just for show.”

Oh.

Shannon supposed that was one problem solved.

But then she realised that she was in bloody Macau, in bloody Asia. An entire day of flying away from either Las Vegas or her home in Dublin.

And all her luggage was still in Nevada.

And she probably had missed her flight back to Dublin, too.

“Oh shi—

“Don’t worry,” Kariel smiled sadly, “I get it. I’ll have my private jet fly you back to Dublin and the hotel staff pack up and ship your luggage to your home.”

Shannon breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank you.”

Yet why, just why did she feel a little bit sad just now at the thought of probably never seeing Kariel again once she landed back in Dublin?

But to her pleasant surprise, Kariel suddenly went silent, as if finding the right words to say, before taking a deep breath and asked, her eyes twinkling hopefully.

“Shannon, I know we’ve just met and somehow we did some mad crazy shit the night before. But I mean it when I said I really liked you, and that you’re really beautiful and I’m attracted to you. So if you’d like, and only if you’d like, I could arrange for you to stay a few more days so you and I can fuck with the old sexist men on the casino floor, and just sorta get to know one another and enjoy an impromptu vacation. I’ll show you around and we can go anywhere you want. Who knows what the future holds, but at the very least, I want to make a friend out of you. No games. If things do end up going further, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. What do you say?”

The pre-Vegas Shannon would’ve run for the hills. But that Shannon was gone. The post-Vegas Shannon right now had learned that sometimes letting loose and leaving things up to fate would be the best thing to do, especially after having had to bottle everything up inside for so long and put on a charade that she had to be cool, calm and composed all the time.

Besides, she was curious to see how this would unfold. She liked Kariel. If not as a lover, then as a really cool friend who would conspire with her to knock old, opinionated men off their high horse. Her favourite sport to play.

And if Lady Luck decided to grace her once more, then maybe she could have that legendary sex she had just had the night before again, too.

“Yes, Kariel. I’d like that.”

[mythiccheroacademia]

—how they hit on you

𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤: 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚'𝕕 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖. 𝕚'𝕞 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕝 𝕤𝕦𝕞 𝕚 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥. 𝕚'𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕛𝕜 𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 <𝟛

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕥𝕠𝕛𝕚 𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕤, 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕠

Gojo Satoru:

does his mama know he’s a slut?

gojo flirts with everything under the sun just because he can

a bold mf

easily slides in the dms with no fear

bc he never gets rejected

“lemme stop before your boyfriend gets mad”

“I don’t have one”

will “wait for real? that’s crazyyy” his was way right into your pants

will tell you how you look too fine to be walking around without a man by your side

he’s sick 💀

he’s not above kissing your ass if you play hard to get bc he likes a challenge

if he’s hitting on you irl, he’ll suddenly become the funniest person in the room

gojo’s a natural tease, but he’ll take a little more time to make a joke and slide a compliment in there or two

touchy

like…touchy af

you’ll be minding your business and he’ll come out of nowhere, sling an arm around your shoulders, resting his cheek against yours to “complain” about how easy and boring his missions were

will always find a way to mention that he’s the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in the world

like damn bitch we get it 😐

uses the fact that he always buys souvenirs for people to buy you a bunch of pretty things that remind him of you

you complimented him on his eyes one time and that man never let you know peace again

it’s as if he doesn’t have a whole fanbase purely because of his eyes alone

you regret everything

“ohhoho so you think my eyes are pretty~”

“gojo—”

“i guess that means we should go on a date then”

“now how’d we get here?”

you went on the date anyway

rumor has it you kinda like the guy 😗

Fushiguro Toji:

the way he flirts depends on what his end goal is with you

if he’s just tryna hit, you can expect a few compliments here or there

but he’ll make it known he’s tryna eat ass and be gone by sun rise

he’s got really good bedroom eyes tho so it usually works in his favor

if by some miracle he sees past your ass (and wallet) toji will freshen up on his dating skill from his past two marriages and actually try and woo you

he’s a grumpy old man with not a lot of vulnerability to spare, but i think he’s got some redeeming qualities

he’s not a total brute

i think toji would be methodical when he approaches you

if you're at a bar, he’ll casually sit next to you, order something, sip on it for a while, before finding an in to talk to you

you’re immediately on guard bc he’s a big and very handsome man sipping on hennessy

but his crooked smile and easy-going conversation skills are disarming

maintains his distance as to not freak you out, but gives you all of his attention

his whole body faces you

makes a show of waving other people off when they try and talk to him bc he sees you like the attention hehe 😋

you know he’s flexing his muscles too

believe or not…he’s got a sense of humor

ofc at the expense of other people

he’ll whisper in your ear and have you giggling like a schoolgirl as he points out the stupid things ppl are doing

and would you look at that? suddenly he’s got an arm behind the back of your seat

…when he feels the urge to pay for your drink toji knows he’s not leaving without getting your number

and he does bc who could resist that hunk of man

mannn if it were up to me? he could have more than my number no cappppp 😛

Getou Suguru:

you know that one video of chris evans flirting w a woman in a garage?

that exactly how i imagine getou pre-insanity break

he doesn’t typically put himself out there, but when he sees you, he just has to talk to you

yknow gojo in the back hyping him up

he’ll walk to you with the most charming smile, hands in his pocket like he’s got everything under control

does the thing where he licks his lips and tilts his head when you tease him

the jawline…im in shambles

he’s such a “oh wow that’s how it is?” ass nigga dkjdfjksnfsjkd shut up i love him 😭

its hard to make eye contact, but the few times he does

good lord

he’s looking at you like you're the meaning of life

like you’re the sexiest thing he’s ever seen

licks his lips AGAIN !!!

he makes sure you’re comfortable throughout the entire conversation

makes it known he’s listening, bc he’ll nod his head and make noises of affirmation when you speak

props himself on the rail or the side of the wall to get himself comfortable bc he enjoys talking with you

when you playfully hit him on the arm bc of a joke he made

yeah…he knows you’re sold

acts like it hurts and tells you the only way to apologize is to let him take you out

once he gets your number, he’s smiling like he won the lottery

does the little “jog” back to his friends 💀

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

Thank goodness I found this acc, so many people on tumblr have such bad takes on SW especially about the Jedi as a whole, like they know that they can make mistakes and become corrupt without being outright evil cult leaders who treat people like slaves and only use them as weapon for their own gain, right? It’s just annoys me like it’s either “Anakin is so evil and his turn made no sense” or “The Jedi order is 99% responsible for the empire and Darth Vader” there’s no middle ground and it’s really annoys me, I can feel sorry for Obi wan AND Anakin at the same time without that being some kind of contradiction. Anyway I just wanted to say thanks for making this acc I really love it!

Well this ask is almost. A year old. 😅 and the last thing written under it was "oops, this ask is a few days old"

Thank you so much for the ask! I imagine I had it lingering in my drafts for so long because I wanted to add something, but tbh I can't remember what that was.

I absolutely agree. There's one thing I particularly dislike in any fandom and it's bashing - which may sound hypocritical considering how much I bitch about some characters, but that's not what I call bashing. In my mind, bashing is that thing where you take a character you really dislike and ascribe the worst flaws imaginable to them based on that dislike and turn them into extremely flat caricatures of what they were just because you have categorized them as 'bad,' instead of instead accurately portraying and criticizing their actual flaws.

So yeah, there are times where I strongly dislike Anakin (and times where I really like him) but I'm not going to pretend he was a 2D villain from day one and had no redeeming quality whatsoever. That's the opposite of his story! And I'm not gonna pretend the Jedi were bad guys either!

Thanks again :)

[armorabs]

Spongebob character hate list. Who and why. Let's goooooooooooo

i hate stinky because he was classist and cruel to a child clearly in poverty solely because he was an "undesirable" patron at his shitty restaurant, which is something that hits home and also because that child grew up to be my favorite character. so obviously stinky should die a thousand deaths (half joking)

bubble bass because hes unpleasant and unfunny and is continuously used for fatphobic humor primarily and has been since he was introduced but without any of the redeeming qualities of a character like patrick (who is also often used for fatphobic jokes, but like... exists as a character outside of the fatphobic jokes, and has a capacity for love and kindness that he demonstrates often and bubble bass never has) when there are so many other characters that are far more interesting and funny to utilize as recurring characters - and certainly no shortage of such characters who are more on the antagonistic side

every single stereotypical hillbilly character except for clem for just about the same reason: existing solely for fatphobic humor with no redeeming qualities to make up for the fact and like half of them are exactly the same in a way that suggests theyre meant to be parodies of something i dont recognize but isn't funny anyways

bunny and cecil just because i think they're annoying and not as cute as margie and herb, while also using bunny for fatphobic jokes periodically. this is the thing i hate most about spongebob as a franchise despite it being one of my special interests

nurse daisy bazooka for like the same thing but with transmisogyny added in like yeah in theory its awesome fred was madly in love with a woman who is buff and masculine but the way they designed and portrayed that woman is... tremendously awful and insulting. and she doesn't even really exist as a character outside of being a humorous love interest for fred or get to be humanized to any degree its just like look how funny it is that freds in love with someone so FAT AND UGLY AND MASCULINE. there were a lot of perfectly fine concept designs for her that were buff and/or fat without being such an insultingly transmisogynistic caricature so they really actively went out of their way for this. kinda hope everyone involved stepped on a lego for this one.

seriously what do the people working on this show have against fat people i just want to talk

slappy laszlo because i think hes unfunny and annoying and has nothing going on for him except, like, being another fish caricature of peter lorre but not really doing anything with that? i guess he's a servant of nosferatu now but thats kinda nothing to me. youd think itd appeal to me because i love nosferatu (both the spongebob character and the german silent film) but like... bleh

that bitch from atlantis and the weirdly human surfer bitch because theyre not interesting to me, i hate their designs, and i hate their voice actors

chum because i hate what they turned it into and it counts as a character now because theyve turned it sapient like twice apparently

lily plankton because the way she sexually harasses squidward just aint cute especially when you know that shes old enough to be his great grandma specifically the only way to come back from that and redeem her character is if you completely rewrite her as a wlw in a committed relationship with ella who exists separately and theyre both planktons paternal grandmothers cuz otherwise idk that was just too gross and weird for me to forgive

[artdev]

I’m probably gonna get attacked for this lol

Tommy Character Analysis

From a sane yet angry child

The character of Tommyinnit is one of the worst characters on the entirety of the Dream SMP. Yes, the other characters have their flaws, and they have all done some very horrible things, but Tommy has continuously made bad decisions. These decisions have done nothing good for himself and have caused suffering for the other members of the SMP. In this essay I will provide reason to the fact character Tommy fucking sucks and every other character, yes including Dream, are so much better and have redeeming qualities to their characters. I will give a disclaimer: this is about THE CHARACTERS not the CONTENT CREATORS

Tommy’s First Days on the SMP

Tommy’s first day on the SMP was the last day of peace that server would ever see. From the get-go Tommy did nothing but cause nothing but problems for the original people on the server (Dream, George, Sapnap, Bad, Sam, Ponk, Callahan, and Alyssa) which resulted in a ban from not only from Dream, after refusing to obey under his exile he was put in, himself but also from George. The bans were lifted but everything spiraled from that point on. Tommy was the spark that started the disc war. This was a war that spanned over a series of months because Tommy would not stop killing Dream, so in return Dream confiscated tommy’s discs as a punishment, it was Dreams server, so he was not going to let Tommy go around causing problems without consequence.

Quick history

L ’Manburg

L’ Manburg started out as nothing but a drug caravan, started by Wilbur and tommy, would grow into a large country separated by large black walls keeping everyone out and let only a select few in. After a war Tommy did the only selfless thing, he would ever do in his whole time on the SMP. He gave up one of his discs for L’Manburg’s independence, after losing a dule with Dream. In all this tommy keeps up his thieving and antagonizing ways.

The election

The election was Wilbur’s attempt to regain power and respect within his country, there were multiple parties, POG 2020 (Wilbur and Tommy), SWAG 2020 (Quackity), Schlatt 2020 (JSchlatt). POG 2020 was the overall winner but was beat out by 1% by Schlatt and Quackity who had formed a coalition. With Schlatt as the president and Quackity as the Vise President the country is changed to Manburg, the walls are torn down, and Tommy and Wilbur have their citizenship is revoked and are banned from Manburg.

Pogtopia and Manburg v Pogtopia

Pogtopia was the ravine that served as a base for Tommy and Wilbur after the election. This is when techno (my fuckin beloved) had joined and sided with Tommy and Wilbur with the promise of chaos and war. With techno on their side, they start to build up and prepare for war. The war between Pogtopia (with the old residents of Manburg) and Manburg (pretty much everyone else on the server). The war ended with Schlatt having a heart attack in the remains of the destroyed drug van, Tubbo becoming president of Manburg, followed by Wilbur blowing up the country, with assistance from techno, and his grand death at the hands of his father.

Exile

Tommy was sent into his third exile by Tubbo after Tommy once again was causing problems for Tubbo and the new L ’Manburg. Tommy was sent thousand and thousands of blocks away from the greater SMP and he was not allowed to return unless he wanted to die. After spending months in exile with Dream coming by every day and taking Tommy’s things, and tommy almost taking his last canon life, tommy had escaped exile and went to the closest place he could go. Tommy set up a base under Technoblades retirement home and was soon discovered by Techno. Despite Tommy stealing Techno’s items and just being a annoying ass bitch, Techno let Tommy stay. With the help of techno tommy was able to sneak in and out of L’ Manburg.

Final L’ Manburg War

After a confrontation in the remains of a now destroyed community house, Tommy had sided with Tommy, another declaration of war, with Dream and techno going to blow up L’ Manburg. Tommy planed with the other members to gather resources to face off the most powerful people on the server. In the end L’ Manburg lost and was destroyed with nothing left but a sizable crater in its place.

The end of the disc war and drams imprisonment

The end of season two of the SMP was the end of the disc war, after tommy and Tubbo meet up with Dream at the top of a large mountain, where the three fought to get the discs. Dream eventually leads the two brits to a bunker where Dream had been collecting the attachments on the server, like Tommy’s cow henry, Ghostbur’s sheep Friend, and open slots for other pets and Skeppy. While Dream was going to kill Tubbo he was stopped when the entirety of the SMP, lead by Punz, came through the nether portal that led into Dream’s base. They surrounded Dream and caused him to surrender, and landed him in pandoras vault, a large prison built by Sam under Dreams request. Whist Dream has been in prison Tommy has visited a few times and has done nothing but was nothing but an annoying child to an already suffering man. During what was supposed to be Tommy’s last visit he ended up being locked in the cell with Dream due to a potential security breach in the prison, meaning tommy was stuck with Dream for what was only supposed to be a week. Tommy was stuck with Dream for more than a week, like was stated in the terms and conditions of the prison, this extended time alone with Dream was bad for the both of them and it led to tommy losing his last canon life. Tommy was revived by Dream three days later and was freed from the prison shortly after, now out and full of fresh trauma.

Present events

After being revived and released back into the world tommy swore that he would kill Dream. As of tommy’s most recent lore stream there was an attempt. Tommy armed with invisibility and fire res pots, under the cover of Ghostbur paying Dream a visit, snuck into the prison to kill Dream. When tommy finally go to Dream’s cell, he got to trigger happy and took out the axe to soon which ended in tommy being caught by Sam and left Ghostbur stranded with Dream on the other side of the lava. Now that Dream had Ghostbur he would be able to bring Wilbur back and that exactly was happened, Wilbur is now back and as crazed as ever with 13 and a half years of isolation on top of that.

Tommy and His Trauma

I will not ignore Tommy’s trauma, nor will I downplay what he’s been through, cause truly been through a lot. That being said his trauma should not be used as an excuse to blow off what he’s done, if one is going to do that you better danm well not go around and ignore others trauma. Tommy has been through some horrible things, his exile, Dream’s manipulation, being beat to death in prison then being revived, losing not only a brother figure but also a place he called home, as well as the manipulation from Wilbur, these things can really do some damage to a kid or an adult. Tommy though uses his trauma to excuse any wrong thing he does. There are characters on the SMP with similar trauma, Jack Manifold was the first character to come lose all his canon lives but he came back out of spite, both Tommy and Jack went through something similar. Jack, however, doesn’t use this trauma to make excuses for being a massive prick. Jack uses what he’s been through as motivation, while it’s one of his motivations to do something bad, but he doesn’t use it as a hindrance. Now let’s look at someone has experienced the same things as Tommy, Tubbo, Tubbo went through almost everything Tommy went through plus more. Tubbo was manipulated by Dream, saw his country get blown up TWICE, hell he had to mourn the death of his best friend on TWO SEPREATE OCCASIONS, he was killed by someone he thought he could be trusted, was manipulated as well as verbally abused by Schlatt when working in his cabinet. Tubbo has gone on to build his own little town, start a family, he had run a country pretty danm well and created NUKES. Tubbo doesn’t let what happened to him hold him back from doing great things or keep him stuck in his old ways, Tubbo was able to break from what he originally was, a side kick, and has done wonders.

Tommy and His Relationships

Keep in mind this is not about whether Tommy cares about people it’s about how he acts and how that affects others. Tommy cares people so I cannot shame him for that, but despite that he still causes problems for said people.

Tommy and Dream

Tommy and Dream have never gotten along, anyone with fuckin eyes can see that from a mile away, they are always at each other’s throats and always butting heads. Dream is normally pretty levelheaded, until Tommy comes around. When Tommy was trapped in the cell with dream that was bad from the start, but the extended time was even worse. Tommy has always been an aggressor towards Dream, during the war for L ’Manburg when Dream was meeting with Wilbur, Tommy lashed out at Dream and put the independence of this new nation on the line to try and fight Dream. Now on to more recent examples, Tommy’s death. When Tommy was trapped with Dream in the cell Dream was pretty stand offish, if anything he was excited at first, being stuck in a cell with no one to talk to is pretty fuckin lonely. That excitement was sure to be short lived. Tommy is quick to start antagonizing Dream, hitting him, hurling insults at him, and just being all around unpleasant, Tommy would also take things like Dream’s clock and books and throw them into the lava just to upset him. Tommy also killed the one thing in prison that Dream had, a cat that he named hope, another thing Tommy took away just to show “what happens to things you care about”. All these things would build up over time which lead to Dreams burst of anger and caused Tommy’s death.

Tommy and Technoblade

Time to get absolutely PISSED. Techno was never a person to Tommy, he was just the Blade, a weapon to be used till he was not needed. Ever since Techno first logged on Tommy though he had scary dog privileges, getting mad at techno for when he went and assisted Wilbur in the destruction of L ’Manburg when techno had made it clear he was not a fan of government. After Tommy had fled from his exile he went to hide under Techno’s home without Techno’s knowledge, before he was discovered by Techno, he would steal from him and use them in useless ways, such as decorating his hidey hole with gold blocks or how he stole Techno’s gapples and ate them when he didn’t need to, practically wasting them. Once he was found by Techno, Techno let Tommy live with him despite being a leach, he let tommy eat the gapples, and even assisted in getting tommy in and out of L ’Manburg, he even hid Tommy from dream and lied to one of the most powerful people on the server to keep tommy safe. Techno was very patient with Tommy and what does Tommy do? He goes around and goes back to Tubbo, the man who exiled him in the first place, actively backstabbing Techno, and when him and Dream team up and destroy L ’Manburg for the second time he has THE GULL to get mad and shame Techno for it, it’s fucking awful.

Tommy and Tubbo

Tommy and Tubbo are great friends, I can’t lie about that, but he still manages to make shitty decisions that affect him. When Tubbo was president of the New L ’Manburg Tommy started causing trouble, all starting when he (and Ranboo) burned down George’s house, forcing Tubbo to put his vice president under a probation. Even after being put under the probation, he still caused problems. Tommy made Tubbo choose between the safety and freedom for his country or his best friend staying, in the end it was tommy’s fault for being casted into exile, he just wouldn’t behave and follow the rules. He also constantly pushed Tubbo’s trauma to the side to put a spotlight on his own, making him the center of attention, ignoring someone who’s supposed to be his best friend. Now, I will say, he did do something good for Tubbo, during the final disc confrontation he gave Dream the disc’s they were fighting so hard for in return for Tubbo’s safety, I have to give credit when credit is due.

To The C!Tommy Apologists

I know people are going to come after me for this, to any Tommy apologists reading this, please just can it /nm. In canon tommy is about 20 something? You can’t keep using “Oh HeS a ChILd!’ CC!Tommy is a child. Yes, I understand he’s traumatized, so is every other character on the SMP, he isn’t special. Also, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LEAVE US DREAM APOLOGISTS ALONE. All your arguments are so similar and you all thing dream, who is obviously mentally ill, deserves the everyday beating which is incredibly fucked up. Now I know not ALL Tommy apologists are like this but it is a lot of them, regardless of what dream did, he does not deserve to be rarely fed and he does not deserve the constant torture. Also please stop wit the whole ‘dream is obsessed with tommy’ shit, I can’t remember the tag for it at the time of writing this, but it is the creepiest thing I’ve seen and everyone portrays dream to be some yandere stalker and its just not poggers to be honest, and it comes off as very predatory which is ALSO not poggers. To any tommy apologists friends I know IRL this is not directed at you and just know I love y’all.

[impossibleandinsufferable]

Can I ask why it’s okay for people to dislike or hate on characters like Rachel and Calypso but everybody loses it when somebody dislikes Annabeth?

whew buddy okay. this is gonna be a long answer so if you don’t want to read, no hard feelings.

let’s look at rachel to start. while a portion of the discourse about rachel stems from the fact that she’s genuinely just annoying, the main reason people dislike or “hate” rachel is because her biggest strife is that her parents are rich and she’s all woe is me about it. like babe these characters have legitimate, genuine issues, i don’t want to see you cry because your family has money.

calypso. where do i even begin. listen, botl calypso? fine. but after that, she’s one of the worst characters without a doubt. let’s talk about her being immortal and a millennia old but wanting 14 year old percy to be with her. let’s talk about her LITERALLY dating 16 year old leo. let’s discuss her going full misogynist and instead of cursing percy for leaving her, cursing annabeth for being the one he loves. now, i haven’t read much of toa, barely any tbh, but from what i did read, she’s just a bitch in that series so she doesn’t have many, if any, redeeming qualities it seems.

now, let’s look at annabeth. see, you can dislike annabeth, that’s fine. however, that’s not what most people do. they act as if annabeth is satan’s spawn, truly. there are characters in the series who have done awful, irredeemable things yet annabeth is treated as if she’s one of the worst because she said a few mean things as a teenager and because she judo flipped percy once so now she’s abusive ?? disliking her isn’t the issue. the issue is the reasons people list for hating her as much as they do lack basic common sense.

[thebluester2022]

Live Another Life [Chapter 2 out of ???]

Note: I swear by the next two chapters, we'll actually be in the world of Teyvat T0T. I just like making sure history/plot is established before anything else!

Synopsis: A reader in the world of Teyvat! Mouthing off to Archons and Harbingers alike as they try to find their footing and purpose within' this new world of theirs! Surely, these new lands won't be too difficult for them...right?

Warning(s): Non-Canon to the current story of GI, Changed Events/Stories to better fit the personality of the reader, Angst, Explicit Gore, GN! Reader and mentions of death! (Possibly more warnings to come as this goes on?)

And per usual, critique and comments? Likes and reblogs? All is appreciated!

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As you closed the door behind you, you took a deep refreshing breath.

Well, as refreshing as it could be in a world that looked damn near-apocalyptic. Whether it was the flames reaching high into the sky in the distant city, their flames and fumes turning the once blue and clear sky into a blood-red where the weather forecast would sometimes predict black rain.

Or the scent of burning houses and gasoline that was close to starting an explosion.

Choking and nauseating, to the point where your eyes watered and the inside of your throat itched before it made you go into a coughing fit.

Luckily, as you looked down the street, past the flaming cars and their forsaken wheels along with the sight of deceased bird corpses littering the streets here and there, you had let out a sigh of relief at seeing your neighbor's house still in one piece.

But, of course,

You wished to get a few things out of the way before you visited her.

'The least they deserve is to escape their homes.' You thought to yourself as you walked over to a broken but thankfully intact home.

One of your neighbors had been a dog breeder. Though you didn't want to put too fine a point on it, the man was a bitch! His only redeeming quality was the fact that he loved and cherished his dogs and other animals like family, having few moments here and there where he would ask you to babysit them all for a good price when he was away on vacation.

Unfortunately, however?

Your neighbor was the first to pass as soon as all law was rendered pointless thanks to Earth about to become past-tense in a matter of two days.

"Damn it." You cursed upon reaching his front door.

Locked.

But...seeing as the cowardly bastards who killed him managed to get him within his home? There had to be another way in.

'If I were a dastardly murderer, where would I go in...?' You thought, your knife gripped tightly within' your hand as you looked over the two-story home.

A gasp of relief left you as you spotted a knocked-over latter on the other side of the house, a broken window right above the latter before you began to prop the thing back up.

After a minute of summoning your courage and putting the back of the knife between your teeth, you started your climb. The smell of oil and the, unfortunately, familiar scent of death growing stronger and stronger as you grew nearer to the window.

And once you reached the top?

You saw the reason why.

Strung up from his own ceiling via a rope, blood dripping from his toothless mouth and his seemingly clawed-out eyes. His cut body revealing bone and muscle in some places while his stomach was sliced open to leave his intestines to pool beneath his dangling feet, you couldn't hold back the tears that started to brim your eyes as you sucked in a breath and continued to climb through the window.

In just a week, you had seen the worst of humanity.

Exactly what they were capable of doing when people practically said "Fuck law and order" and did whatever they wanted to do.

Innocent people died.

Families torn and separated.

At the beginning of things? You wished you were capable of doing something in order to help save Earth, even if it meant having to give yourself up!

Now?

You felt conflicted, if not totally numb to the fate of Earth.

After all, what was Earth truly losing by humanity being wiped off the face of this planet?

For as you walked past your dead neighbor and quickly opened the door to his hallway, the sounds of barking and the squeaking of puppies coming from the end of the hallway, you couldn't help but shrug mentally.

Nothing.

Earth would be losing nothing if not gaining something.

Then again, that was an easily debatable topic.

"Poor babies..." You murmured as you cracked open the door to where the dogs stayed in.

Terrified with their tails between their legs, eyes wide, and bodies shaking like a leaf trying to withstand the bitterness of a blizzard.

However, as you set the knife aside on a dresser, the dogs slowly but surely began to come up to you. First came the puppies, thankfully still having a little weight to them before the skinnier adults came next, the feeling of their noses sniffing at you making you crack a smile.

But, you didn't have time to stick around and pet the animals, unfortunately.

You were going to die.

But you weren't dying without a taste of that old woman's cookies beforehand!

You let out a sigh as you got up and grabbed your knife, pushing the door open wider before you stepped aside and urged the dogs out. "C'mon now, c'mon." You said to them all encouragingly.

One by one, some of the dogs staying back to nuzzle and encourage their pups to follow the pack before they were off trotting after the others. Your brow rose a little as you spotted a puppy sitting next to you as if it didn't have a single clue what to do.

"Well? Go on now, I can't do anything to help y'all besides opening the next door." You grumbled as you tried to urge the puppy to follow its family with a gentle nudge of your foot.

It buckled a little but quickly regained its posture and sat right back down beside you, its tail wagging like the naive little thing it was as it looked up to you.

Your neighbor was experienced with raising Irish Wolfhounds, and from your experience? They were all so intelligent to the point it was scary!

This one?

To you, it was the odd one out.

You rolled your eyes at the puppy as you began walking after the dogs, a quick glance behind you showing that the puppy was still following after you with its tail still wagging merrily.

"You're lucky you're cute." You said.

"Best hope that cuteness of yours helps you keep up with me for as long as we've got left Lil' guy." You continued before you walked downstairs, the sight of all the dogs pooling up near the front door making you shake your head with an empty chuckle.

A walk, you already knew that's what they were expecting, that or to be fed.

Unfortunately...neither or would be happening.

"Go on then." You said as you opened the door.

One by one, with excited and loud barks that made you temporarily go back to the times when the Earth wasn't in such hot water, the dogs had left.

Yet, just before you could take a step out yourself to resume your small mission to go to the old woman's house, your body jumped a little at the sound of high-pitched barking from upstairs.

"Oh come on- Really?! You can't get down on your own!?" You called up to the puppy.

It sat down expectantly.

Running a hand over your face, you groaned as you turned back to retrieve the dog. "You've got to kidding me Lil' Man..."

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Link to Chapter 1: https://thebluester2022.tumblr.com/post/658744374709075968/live-another-life-chapter-1-out-of

Link to Chapter 3:

https://thebluester2022.tumblr.com/post/658898335005130752/live-another-life-chapter-3-out-of

[house-of-cakes]

Jamais Vu

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Chapter 14: Consider it Done 😇

Jungkook x Reader: enemy to lovers AU

Word count: 1505

Warnings: Swearing and Jungkook is the official president of the “I hate Y/N” Club 

Premise: “There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger… Nothing is ever familiar” – Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

AKA Jungkook goes in search of the girl who got him expelled.

Author’s note: There’s a slight error in the dates for this chapter. All of the dates should read for the month of February and not January. I think my social media app had a meltdown and I realised too late 😅. 

If you would like to give feedback or be tagged in this story please send me an ask/message 😊

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STORY CONTINUED BELOW THE CUT

Y/N climbed the stairs to the balcony and scanned the area for her intended target. She smirked to herself when she found the ash-blonde bombshell sitting by herself and made her way over to her.

She plopped herself beside the girl and let out an overexaggerated sigh of relief. She leaned her arm on the back of the couch and rested her face in her palm. Y/N positioned herself so that her body was turned towards the girl and waited for her to look up from her phone to notice her presence.

The girl grunted in annoyance at the disturbance and looked up from her phone, ready to tell off the stranger who had interrupted her peace.  The girl swallowed the dry lump that had formed in her throat once she realised who was sitting next to her.

She was in deep shit and she knew it.

It was common knowledge that Y/N never socialised outside of her friendship group and when she did it was never for a good reason.

“Hey! How’s your night going?” YN’s voice and smile was so sugary sweet which was a totally contradicted the dark and piercing look in her eyes. “You must be having a great time, I’ve been seeing you up top a lot lately.”

“U-u-h yeah.” She stammered as she racked her braining trying to recall what she had done wrong to get on Y/N’s bad side like this.

“I bet you thought you’d be able to come in here, bat those cute little doe eyes a few more times and soon enough you’d be securing a permanent spot on the balcony, right?” The girl sat up straighter and shook her head trying to deny the accusations.

“No tha-”

Y/N cut her off before she could explain

“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t blame you for using your looks… I of all people know how far a pretty face gets you in a place like this” Y/N’s hand reached out to play with the ends of her short hair that perfectly framed her face. “But don’t think for a second your beauty act is convincing anyone that you’re anything more than a filthy thief.

“Is this because I like Tae?” the panic evident on the girls face “I promise I will leave him alone.”

YN realised why the blonde had chosen to sit where she did. From her spot she had a perfect line of sight of Taehyung where he sat with her friends and the rest of her brother’s crew.  

“Nah, that’s not it. Although it did piss me off to hear that you were harassing Sunnie again the other day for his number” Y/N shrugged it off nonchalantly even if she was filled with excitement, she was literally working a job that took care of a criminal and a thirsty-ass social climber.  “No that’s definitely not the reason why I’m coming after you…it sure does sweeten the deal though”

The girl started to sob, the jig was up. If Y/N exposed her for what she was she would be ruined.

If Y/N was aware about her sticky fingers she definitely knew about her other criminal activities. The girl knew that Y/N had her ways for digging up dirt on people and she was not afraid to expose them if it meant protecting her friends.  

She once heard a rumour that an older guy was bullying Jimin. When Y/N demanded he stay away from her friend he laughed in her face and said she wouldn’t dare touch him as he was the son of the local police chief. When the guy refused to listen to her warning, she got the guy expelled then exposed his father for his corrupt ways and got him fired.

“People are going to assume I’m exiling you because your one of Tae’s groupies and by all means feel free to continue that narrative...You’ll get to protect your innocent persona and people will continue to see how far I will go for my best friends.”

“You’re a crazy bitch! You know that right?!” she cried out

“Yes, I do and the more people who know that the better.” Y/N needed people to believe this take down was motivated by her dislike for groupies and not for the actual reason. She was very diligent in keeping the Magic Shop’s identity concealed and didn’t want her role as the Shop Keeper to be apparent.

“You can’t banish me!”

“Ahh you see, that’s where you’re wrong...I keep management very happy by keeping the Basement a trash free zone and they thank me by letting me do whatever the fuck I want.”

Y/N snapped her fingers in the air and pointed down to the girl next to her and immediately a security guard rushed over to throw the girl out.

“Thank you, Bounce.” Y/N offered her favourite bouncer a playful smile as she waved condescendingly to the disgraced girl.

From his spot next to Jin, Jungkook’s mouth fell open in shocked as he witnessed Y/N having an innocent girl thrown out. He thought whole scene was a disgusting display of an abuse of power.

“What the hell was that?!” Jungkook leaned over to whisper in Jin’s ear. He was very aware of the crowd he was sitting with and didn’t want to her brother or friends to overhear him.

“What was what?” Jin tore himself from the conversation he was having with Yoongi to answer him. Both of them turned their attention to him and waited for him to explain what he was going on about. When Jungkook didn’t answer immediately, Yoongi got the hint that the conversation was intended to be shared between the two cousins and turned to initiate conversation with Namjoon. Jungkook paused a moment longer, insuring the conversation was completely private before nodding his head in Y/N’s direction.

“Y/N just pointed at a girl and a bouncer came out of now where and threw her out!”

“Oh, that?” He replied nonchalantly, he hardly believed the question was so important that he needed to stop his conversation he was having with Yoongi. “You just saw your first Y/N take down.”

Jungkook’s face twisted in disgust at his cousin’s total lack of concern.

“How are you ok with that?!”

Jin shrugged in response.

“It’s not like she does it all the time or without reason. The people she kicks out are normally girls harassing Tae or Sunnie. She’s very protective and that’s what actually makes her a really good friend.”

Jungkook hated how quick Jin was to always defend this girl. From the moment she got him kicked out of the Basement to the time she kicked his ass at Reload, he saw no redeeming qualities in her. He thought the way she carried herself was rude and arrogant and the more he thought about how people let her get away with being a spoilt brat the more he grew irritated.

“Uh…what about the time she got me kicked out? What did I do to her then?!”

“I hate to break it to you kid but from what you told me…you bumped into her and Bounce kicked you out…she never asked him to do that”

“Everyone kisses the ground she walks on. She’s such a spoilt princess!”  Jin’s face hardened at the hostility in Jungkook’s voice. He noticed the ever-increasing negativity towards Y/N and it was begging to wear his patience thin.

Jin was aware that Jungkook was very popular at his old school and he believed that through his former popularity he had grown accustomed to the arrogance that came with being a part of the highest social standing.

Things worked differently here and although the scene was growing quite fond of him, there was a lot Jungkook needed to learn.

It was easy to misunderstand Y/N. It was even easier to believe this imagine that Basement portrayed of her. From the years that he had been Namjoon’s best friend he had come to see past the preconceptions that followed Y/N along.

Y/N didn’t need to be protected by anyone, much less Jin but he helped Jungkook get into the Basement and he, himself would gladly get his cousin kicked out if that’s what is needed for him to be humbled.

“Cut it out, Jungkook.” Jin’s voice was stern. It was very rare for Jungkook to see Jin call him by his name. The way he spoke to him was much like a parent scolding a child throwing a tantrum.

“But Hyung -” He went to continued however the sentence was lost when the group erupted in cheers as Y/N made her way to the group.

“Hey fam!” she greeted everyone then plopped herself into Taehyung lap. Jungkook watched as she threw her arm around his neck and beckoned her friends closer to her. She whispered to the group and when they pulled back their faces were plastered with smiles. 

Jungkook shook his head in disapproval. 

Everyone else may be able to be fooled by her pretty face but he would not.

[voidbeans]

📃 and 💕??

📃 what is the plot of your hyperfixation? and is it a movie, game, show, etc?

I am. So glad you asked. *clears throat*

Fringe is a sci-fi tv show that ran from 2009-2013 (which i think is one of the reasons the fandom is pretty much nonexistent). But the actual plot concerns an fbi agent getting assigned to a somewhat secret division that investigates strange and fucked up happenings!! the team consists entirely of:

the aforementioned fbi agent, Agent Olivia Dunham (beloved <3), who.. well, i'm not sure how much i can say without. spoilers.

Dr. Walter Bishop, a scientist who was locked up in a mental institution for 17 years, who used to do a lot of fucked up science with his partner (which i think is the reason he was at the institution?). So he's kind of an expert in Weird. He's also. One of the sincerely greatest tv characters. Ever. In so many ways.

Peter Bishop, Walter's very estranged son who is here entirely for the purpose of taking care of his father, which he does NOT want to do. He's been off doing some shady stuff for the past 10 or so years, so Liv's kind of blackmailing him into helping out (at first). He's a bastard (affectionate).

Agent Astrid Farnsworth, another fbi agent who does a lot of help around the lab. She puts up with so much shit. im in love with her.

they operate out of Walter's old lab in the basement of Harvard (yes the school). they have a cow who lives in the lab. her name is Gene. Other characters include the head of Fringe Division (that's what it's called, because of fringe science, which is stuff like time travel and alternate dimensions and telekenesis and lots of stuff like that), a few other assorted agents who work with the team (charlie my beloved), and Massive Dynamic, a huge tech company owned by Walter's old partner, who is something of an enigma.

This is just the basic premise there is. So much going on. I love it because the more answers you get, the more questions you have. And I don't want to spoil anything but. Yeah. God there is so much i love about this show.. ok, it's very subtle, but to me fringe is at heart a found family show, the characters and their dynamics and relationships are what really drive it for me. they all grow to love each other SO MUCH I'M,,, anyway. also fucked up science <3

there is so much more i could say but i don't want to spoil anything so. moving on. (also adding a read more bc this is getting long)

💕 tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!

hhngh. I literally love all of the characters in this show for so many reasons. I'm gonna start by telling you what draws me to the characters in general. It's like. They're people. They're all extremely flawed but they also all have so many redeeming qualities and they try and they fail and they make mistakes and they fight and they hurt and they hurt each other and they love each other and they're just. HUAGH. that being said. WALTER. He is. He's so complicated. I'm gonna try to go into this without spoiling anything bear with me. This man has made.. so many mistakes. He has done so many things that are just. Wrong and he KNOWS it and he tries. He tries to fix them. But he can't always fix them, and he knows that and accepts that but he still tries. He knows he has the potential to hurt everyone around him in so many ways but he still goes headfirst into forming relationships and caring for everyone. He's ridiculous. He does. The craziest things. he does fucked up experiments to try to make himself smarter at 2 am in the morning. in his kitchen. he tries to regrow a severed human ear inside an omelette. he's the very definition of a mad scientist. and he cares. so much. he cares SO MUCH. but he can also be a salty bitch when he feels like it. and he's scared, he's so scared of so many things. he's just. i'm not doing him justice he's so complicated and i LOVE HIM.

[lucyskywalker]

I may be a Arya stan; but Dany is my second favorite character, so I am here to defend her and I got fucking tired of this hipocrisy. Warning: If there are mistakes on it, I'm sorry, because Im not a specialisty on Dany's arc. This is just me wanting to get some frustration out of my chest.

I'm getting tired to open Twitter, Quora and Reddit with all the ASoIaF "intelectuals" calling Dany a tyrant, when it is clear that they don't even know what the word means. Calling her a slaver. Calling her a monster. Also, there are uncountable that points out she would be nothing without Viserys. You guys know who I'm talking about, right? The one who abused his little sister emocionally, phisically and sexually. Sold his little sister as a slave/let clear that would not raise a hand if all the khalaser raped her, because he needed an army. This Viserys is the only one Im talking about.

"Poor Viserys. He didn't deserve it."

"Poor slaver, mad Danielle destroyed the economy."

"Poor masters crucified. They only have grown in this community. They are not wrong. This fucking white savior is."

Those people have the audacity to say it, and after that, the same profiles change all Sansa's storyline, says Sansa deserves the dragons, what she could do with dragons, and I'm damm sure they are the ones who writes and read fanfics where they put their dear redhead on Dany's place.

The audacity of some people is something infuriating. You know what? Dany is NOT a fucking TYRANT, much less a slaver. How can you point it out, when Dany was a SLAVE herself?! She was SOLD to the dothraki! Why this needs to be said?!

Because she liked the dothraki?

Dany was a pre-teen that was mentally, phisically and sexually abused during her all life, and this is OBVIOUSLY include her childhood.

She just started liking the dothraki after she accepts and takes "control" of her sexual life; or better, just accepts being raped by Drogo as a part of her life, in exchange of it she is respected by the whole khalasar and is gifted with "love" and "care". This is disgusting. It is more disgusting people calling her a bitch because of it! DAENERYS WAS THIRTEEN YEARS OLD! GIVE A THIRTEEN YEARS OLD CHILD WHO WAS ALWAYS ABUSED AND HARESSAD BY HER OWN BROTHER A BIT OF CARE AND " SICK LOVE" THIS CHILD WILL LOVE THEM BACK! THIS IS THE BASIC OF PSICHOLOGY WHEN YOU DEAL WITH AN ABUSE SURVIVOR! THIS IS WHY VICTIMS OF ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS TENDS TO DEFEND THEIR ABUSERS! THAT'S THE REASON DANY STILL REMEMBERS OF DROGO AND VISERYS FOUNDLY EVEN IN ADWD!

The dragons? Dany LOVES her dragons! The mother of dragons is not only a nicknam, much less a title. For Dany they are her children! But she is afraid, she was afraid because she finally saw her loved children were dangerous creatures to others. This is why she locks them. It hurts her, but the safety of her people comes first. She choose to make this sacrifice.

Also for all the crazy people who says Dany would be nothing without her dragons and it was given to her, I say "shut up". Dany was presented with eggs. Who've read Fire & Blood or payed a fucking attention in ASoIaF knows that having dragon eggs means nothing! The eggs were stone! Dead to everyone! In centuries, since the Dance with Dragons there were no dragons. Targaryens loose their life trying to hatch them. Dany is special. She entered into the fire, without knowing she would survive, and the dragons hatched. She was the first kalheesi ever to lead a khalasar. The khalasar just follow the strong ones.

About the tyranny? I can write a fucking whole essay about her called "tyranny". Dany is harsh, this is true. She is vengeful. But you know what more she is? Daenerys is just!

She was an outsider who saw a whole community that enslaved people, children, men and women, and saw that it was fucking wrong!

More than that. Dany saw it was wrong, but she also saw she could change it. She had the power to make it better. So she did.

In centuries, westerosi people and anothers have seen slavery, some despised but didn't do anything to change the situation. Dany was the only one in centuries to see it by what it was and try to change the disgusting slaver culture in slaver's bay.

She could have taken only the unsullied and sailed to Westeros, but no. She choose to stay and make things right. She decided to fight for freedom.

More than that, as queen of Meereen she tries her best to be the best ruler she can be. She wants her people to love her, and she works for it intead of being passive as someone we know damm well. She hears her councillors. Would a tyrant do that? No. Aerys was a tyrant. He would kill anyone who speaks against his will. Dany is not that person. She is not her father. This is her writing. She is a Targaryen through and through, but a tyrant? Never. This is thesis of her arc ass it can be stated by Barristan Selmy who served the Mad King.

Was it wrong to end slavery? I don't think so. Dany tought it was only ending slavery, but she finally saw the political consequence of it, and what I love about her? She is not running away from it. She is facing the consequences bravely. She decided to marry again to please the meereen people and the called "sons of the harpy", because she wanted peace! She wanted her people to stop suffering. This was her wish. More than the iron throne.

The iron throne? Is it wrong for her to want justice and blood from the ones she believes betrayed a good King? To want what is hers by birthright? Because this is what Daenerys knew about her father. Aerys was a good king, betrayed by the Lannister, Baratheon and Starks because the usurpers wanted the throne. Viserys told it to her since she was a young child. It was a fact. How is Dany supposed to know every damn thing? Just recently she is learning the truth of how mad Aerys was.

Also, if people get mad if Dany rides Drogon in the next book, I say fuck you. It's a war she is fighting. Her enemies would be glad to see her head on a spike. If Dany fights back, I will congrelute her.

Dany is incredible complex, with flaws and a lot of redeem qualities. Her arc is awesome to read. If you can't stand that war, death, and that there are no perfect hero, you are at the wrong fandom. ASoIaF is not for you. Get out of here.

And for the stansas and jonsas, because these disgusting people who claim those things can just be part of darling redhead. What your "favorite" have done untill now in the books? Betrayed her family? Survived? Killing her cousin what you claim she is too dumb for noticing? Wow. How spacial. It is easy to "love" such a great incredible cough* passive classicist*cough character. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

I know damm well who I stan.

I stan Daenerys of House Targaryen

I stan Arya of House Stark.

I accept their flaws and qualities equally. And I love them for being such incredible grey complexes characters.

For the ones that still say "poor Viserys", and "poor slavers" and "poor masters", I just say one thing:

[juniaships]

My OCs as gritty live action

- Jora is now a bitter young woman who hates everything and everyone and numbs the pain by drinking or getting into illegal street fights. Also she is skinny for some reason

- Lani is now the Sexy Nerd and...that's about it

- Regina is a total Rich Bitch who looks down on the common masses because she's a wealthy white girl - she's also in a forbidden relationship with Antauri *NO*

- Rosslyn: "It will be, when it fits a woman."

- Kendrix is constantly given a pass for her shitty behavior without a single bit of self awareness

- Mikayla is a filthy degenerate who has sex with everyone

- All the canonically dark skinned girls will be played by a lighter skinned actress

- Odette (who is Afro-Polynesian) will now be played by a Hispanic actor because brown people are interchangeable

- Niya's family are Islamic terrorist

- Kaysha gets for man pain/replaced by a new white female character who is STRONG

- Jetta is the only one with common sense and points out how garbage the show is; however in universe everyone hates her

- Piper and Rhea are just there, despite Piper being a chi expert and martial artist on par with Elemental Masters, and Rhea being a talented dancer & moral support; also they're both ghetto

- Characters like Sonic, the Ninja Turtles, The Loonatics or aliens will all be played by hot actors, bare-minimum makeup or 90s grade CGI

- Ben is just the stupid childish idiot Himbo with zero redeeming qualities & makes fun of Jora yet expected to be her final love interest

- Penny's adopted parents are extremely abusive

- Lenora Rose (Janus Lee's dead wife) comes back to life as a darker Anti Heroine

- Marion is nonbinary and that's their entire character. None of their interests in cartoons and puppetry and learning to be a mage, nope their the token enby character. Also their codename is Snowflake.

- Aster wouldn't exist or their status as enby is nonexistent because you can't have more than two

- Beatrix the Butterfly is mentioned in passing as a lesbian or her being lesbian is just her entire character. Also she dies because she's too nice

- No woman over 40

- A triangle between Kevin/Rhea/Cole because that's exactly what we need

- Kudzu & Maestro Mortis would have redemptions while Odette never gets redeemed or dies

- The Power Rangers are now a part of the Plumbers because separate teams don't exist

- Also common tropes like magic and cartoons are constantly mocked and not even clever

- Penny and Kendrix would wear provocative clothes despite being 13 and 14 years old

- Penny secretly works for her father Paine, also she dates Axel despite the latter being 18 years old

- Everything is set in high school despite character being college- age, homeschool, adults, or living in different towns

- Vanessa's postpartum depression is given one episode and one episode only

- Also her role gradually declines as she becomes The Mom

- Or her only trait is that she's religious

- Also Kendrix's anger issues are left untreated or seen as quirky

- Zane x Jetta gets ruined by Zane becoming fully human in the dumbest way possible, because robo/human pairings are way too taboo

- NO FUN ALLOWED

- Other canon characters are background noises yet end up becoming way more popular amd likable than the main protagonists

- All the female villains are Sexy, Woobified, Monsters, no subtlety or nuance

- POC characters slowly fade into the background leaving white/whitepassing characters all the attention

- The older white men are Trump Supporters or the show forces politics in every scene with no nuance

- Aerin's platonic relationship with Shadow is now a romance; also she's the reincarnation of Maria Robotnik

- Grown up child heroes resent losing their childhoods because as you know, saving lives amd being good role models are BORING