#only by the power of body doubling have i been able to get ANYTHING done

[bamsara]

How is prep for Momocon going?

I just helped my friend/travel buddy with her cosplay all day today and my entire room and self smells like sharpie (but we got so much done and I fixed part of her cosplay she thought was unsalvegable) (it's also her birthday today lol, why ive been absent today)

My own cosplay is uh, lacking and needs work rn. I have everything to make it but my energy is being spent on patreon envalopes, writing and helping my friend with her own cosplays.

Status:

Solar Lunacy Jacket: sleeves and hood attatched, no red prices yet, no Freddy head on the back yet, I have yet to finish the patch. No small area of random red thread stitching (hehe) and no bear ears made yet. No idea how I'm gonna be able to do the bear ears yet

Sun and Moon: same cosplay as last year but when I pulled them out of the closet I realized how....bad I made them djjdjdjg. Need to do some alterations, redo the wrist ribbon and bells completely and also put foam clay over their masks and repaint them.

Hopefully I can do this all in, uh. Two weeks. Yeah. :D

[luvrxbunny]

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

Prompt: Thigh Fucking

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, piv attempts, hurt pussy, some sad feelings, creampie(?)  (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.5k

A/N: *sulking in a corner* not proofread at all

He’s gotten used to it, the constant stabbing pain at the base of his stomach, the daydreams and fantasies that plague his every free minute. He’s more sensitive too, you can do anything and it’ll turn him on, make him hard, or raise a new fantasy for him to jerk off to later that night. He got used to waking up in the morning with a throbbing pain between his legs, or a cold wetness soaking his underwear. He got used to having to sneak away to the bathroom, lock himself in his office with his blinds pulled shut because you decided to drop by, or you made him lunch and left a note that was a bit too cute for him to handle. 

He never asked why you didn’t seem to have any sexual interest in him. He assumed that you either didn’t want him that way, or you weren't ready. So when you told him that the real reason was because you’re a virgin… His pain increased tenfold. All his fantasies, all the material he could think of late a night became visions of him taking your virginity, working his fat cock into your tight, unused, untouched, hole. It became a hindrance to his day, something he thought about more than he worried about canon events. He couldn’t get you out of his head, he didn't want to pressure you so he didn’t voice desperation, but it’s like you were trying to provoke him. 

You became more open, more okay with talking about sex, and your fantasies and asking him questions, voicing your curiosities. He found out that you actually think about him quite a bit, almost all the time apparently. There was an entire night, filled with a few blunts and alcohol where you spent hours, literal hours, telling him about all the fantasies you’ve had. You told him about your most used ones, all the ‘odd’ things that turn you on. He had to hide his boner, almost crushing his beer in his hand with how tense he was and his needs doubled again, turning his blood to molten lava.

Then you offered it to him, you came to him and told him you wanted him to be the one who takes your virginity, you wanted his cock to be the first to enter your special little cunt. He almost blacked out. He came at you like a frenzy that night, licking and sucking every part of your body before working you open and lining himself up with your precious hole. Only to find that he couldn’t fit. You couldn’t take all of him, he was able to get a quarter of his dick inside before tears were streaming down your face. You told him he could keep going, that you could take it but you were on the verge of sobbing, there wasn't one break in your stream of tears and this is not the way he wanted you crying on him. He pulled out against your will and spent the night comforting you, telling you it’s fine, that you can try again, as many times as you need… and that's what you guys did. 

It’s been about two months of trying to fit him inside you and it’s becoming unbearable. You guys try every other night, sometimes taking more time in between if you’re too sore or you guys are swamped at work. You guys haven’t done anything else in this entire period of time, wanting the next thing you do together, to be him taking your virginity. He agreed not realizing how long it would take. His hand is nowhere near sufficient anymore, no matter how he tries to pretend it’s yours- especially now that he’s had half his dick inside you. It’s a cycle of build-up, tease, Miguel comforting you, and no-release. 

You’re both pent-up. It’s another night of disappointment, you guys had gotten a little further this time, almost his whole cock and you began to think that this was it, Miguel was finally going to have your virginity. Instead, you tore. It was small, it didn’t even feel like much, a sharp burn at the base of your hole. You decided you would just power through, the burn was worth the fulfillment you’d feel at taking him all, at long last, having your boyfriend be completely connected with you, completely surrounded by you. But Miguel knew you were bleeding, there wasn’t enough that he could see it but he could smell the copper in the air and he forced you to stop. 

You fell asleep upset with yourself and listening to Miguel’s loving words, assuring you he’d rather you enjoy yourself than power through for him but you just felt like a failure. All your life you dreamed of losing your virginity to someone you love, someone who cares about you, someone who deserves it, and now that you’ve finally found that person, you can’t even give it to him. You’re too embarrassed to concede, to give up and jerk him off instead. You want him to cum inside you, you’ve even started birth control secretly, hoping to surprise him once he gets close enough. You’d fantasized about the moan he’d let out once telling him that he can just cum inside you, but you’re too small to even get him anywhere near cumming, let alone inside you. 

You wake up to Miguel groaning in pain, you’re a bit scared at the noise but your fear gets replaced by sadness once you see the source of his pain; a fat bulge resting over his thigh, tenting the sheets slightly. You peak up at his face, making sure it’s slack with sleep before focusing on his hard cock again. You sit, lift your head and rest it on your palm, leaning over Miguel a bit as your other hand comes to stroke over the bulge gently. Your eyes are fixed on his face, watching his eyebrows twitch with your touch. It brings a little rush of pleasure through you, knowing you can pleasure him with the slightest bit of pressure. 

You cover him with your hand, cupping it to feel its length and girth against your palm. He whimpers lightly, a sound you’ve never even fantasized about hearing from him, but you know that no matter what you do, you need to hear it again. You can feel his warmth and the way he’s pulsing under your hand, his fingers dig into the sheets gently next to his thighs and his hips lift off the bed momentarily, trying to pleasure himself with you. 

Your eyes leave his face to watch his movements, deciding to give him some mercy and rub your hand along his shaft, stimulating him through his sweatpants and the thin blanket. You’re mesmerized by his stuttering, sleepy movements, at the soft whimpers that fall loosely from his lips. A gasp breaks the trance and his hands lift from the bed quickly to grip your wrists and his hips thrust up, forcing your palm to put pressure on his sensitive cock and just stay. “B-Baby- ”

His voice is thick and confused with delirium, still not completely aware of what’s happening but all he knows is he doesn’t want you to stop. He’s buzzing, thrumming, and vibrating with arousal, with desperation for you, need for you.  

His eyes meet yours in the dark, taking in your obviously turned-on state, how dilated your eyes are and how your sweet scent is already soaking the air, your taste ghosting over his tongue with every breath he takes. His eyes roll back at the thought, paired with your pressure on his throbbing cock and you pull away. He tries to hold in his groan, trying to be grateful for anything you’ll give him but a small squeak of sadness is what comes out and he chuckles softly at the noise. 

You’re still silent, surrounded by your need for him, the only thought in your head is that you need to make him cum. His thick arm comes around you, resting next to your shoulder and pushing you to him gently, nudging you in his direction for a kiss. You smile and drape yourself over his chest, leaning on him and pressing your lips to him. He groans and pulls you closer, admiring your warmth and pressing his cock into the plush of your thighs as he pulls you on top of him. You giggle and help him situate you over him, the base of his cock resting against your neglected clit, sending a shock of pleasure through you and turning your giggles into a light whine. 

Miguel breathes in a sharp breath at your noise, trying to ignore how badly he wants to hold you down and just grind his cock into you until he cums, staining his clothes and hopefully leaving a mark on yours but he keeps himself in check, offering you a fond smile instead. “You okay, amor?” His hand is rubbing up and down your back now, calmly like he isn’t throbbing against your clit right now. You think of just grinding into him, sitting up to straddle him,  and just fucking his bulge into your clit until you’re cumming all over him. “I wanna cum.” Your voice is weak and pathetic, tired and desperate. 

His eyelids flutter at your words and tone, and his arms tense around you, pressing his muscles into your sides for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Yeah? I can-” He takes another shaky breath as his cock throbs beneath you. “I can make that happen, baby. How do you want it?” His stomach is burning at his words, at the hope of getting to touch you, to make you cum. You’re just staring at him, watching him as you think, trying to figure out a way that will satisfy you both. He’s just getting hotter under your gaze, riled up further by your eyes as his hips rise off the bed slowly, pressing his cock into you subconsciously and his eyelids flutter shut at the pleasure.

Your brain is hazy with his movements, his subtle desperation, it’s driving you crazy. You arch your back and seize his lips again with a soft moan. His hands grip your hips, pulling you into him with a groan. You pull away and pant against his lips, running your fingers through his slightly tangled curls and pressing your forehead against his. “Put it against me. Between my thighs.” He growls at your request and flips you both onto your sides, already nodding at you and working his sweatpants off of his legs, kicking them off under the covers. “You want that, honey?” 

His hand cups your face as his other wrestles his cock from its confines. “You want that? Take these off.” He yanks at your underwear, roughly enough that they dig into your skin harshly before snapping back. You wiggle them off and slide your shirt off, wanting to be as close to Miguel as you can. You can’t stop the pout that settles on your face when you realize he plans to leave his shirt on. He laughs lovingly at your face. “Want me to take it off?” He says with a teasing tilt to his voice. You laugh and slide closer to him, taking the hem of his shirt into your hands and already trying to pull it over his head. “Jus wanna be closer t’you, Miggy.” 

The nickname flips something inside him. You only use that name when you’re feeling extra soft for him, extra tender, and needy. “Yeah, sweetheart?” He pulls you in for a quick kiss before taking his shirt off and kissing you again, swallowing the whine you give him when your naked body rests against his. His wet cock slides against your skin, teasing his sensitive tip, forcing a ragged moan from his mouth when it slides over your mound. You giggle at his reaction, smiling at his eyes, squeezed shut as he takes slow breaths, trying to calm himself. You open your legs, grip his cock, and rest it on your thigh, his eyes snap open. You smile and pull him in for another kiss as he reaches behind him blindly for some lube, lotion, coconut oil- something to get your thighs anywhere near as wet as your pussy is. 

You take rest your hand over his as he rubs himself with lube, moaning into your mouth at the sensation. He brings his hand to your face, giggling and apologizing when it smears with lube but devouring you in a kiss once you tell him it’s okay. You close your legs over his cock and whimper into the kiss when his shaft fits itself between your lips. He pulls away with a moan and his hips start fucking into you fervently, overly sensitive and desperate after months of denial. You’re moaning loud and whiny at the way he’s assaulting your clit, constantly stimulating her from the way he’s thrusting against you. You’re digging into his shoulders, feeling the way they flex as his hands grip your hips and run all over your body frantically. 

“I’m not gonna last, mi amor.” The words spit out of him quickly as his thrusts get shorter, more focused on making himself cum than making the moment last. His head is clouded with need, his balls are pulsing painfully and his cock is throbbing between your thighs. You’re gripping his hair like you’ll fly away if you let go and moaning his name like it’s the only word you know. Your hips are bucking into him too now, some incoherent words falling from your lips like music to his ears. 

You’re trying to tell him that you won’t last either, that you’re on the brink of cumming already, that you’ve been craving him for months, and finally having him is one of the best things you’ve felt but your brain has been shut off since he started moving his hips. You can feel the heat in your stomach bubbling over already, spilling into your bloodstream as you shake against him. “Mig-” Your thighs tense and shake around his cock as he groans your name, almost overwhelmed with how you’re stimulating his cock, at how you’ve been unable to get any sound out but once you’re cumming you can find the strength to say his name. You’re shaking on him, your eyes are rolled back into your head and your jaw is dropped open in a silent moan. 

He’s able to grunt out a warning to you before thrusting once- twice- you reach down for his cock and spread your legs, opening to fit him against your entrance. His third thrust stutters to a stop and he’s cumming. 

Fuck. He’s cumming inside you. 

He folds over like he’s been punched in the gut, a rough moan tearing from his chest as his cock throbs against your wet walls. He sounds distraught, like you’ve ruined him. His entire body is tensing in time with the ropes of cum he’s filling you with. It’s an entire flood, a surplus of cum he’s pouring into you, he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. He never even imagined that you’d let him cum inside you, let alone that it’d feel so fucking good. He shudders out a groan and holds you to his chest, giving you curt thrusts to ensure he doesn’t push in too deep but still trying to fuck him cum into you. His eyes are crossed painfully and all the air is gone from his lungs as you pulse around him, massaging his tip and forcing him to give you more cum.

Your name is the only thing he can utter as his cock spews its last few ropes into you, softening and letting his cum leak onto your thighs, leaving a slick, shimmering trail on you as it soaks into the bed.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed, here's the rest of my Kinktober Works and be sure to check out my Main Masterlist!!

[quirkwizard]

Can you explain quirk duplicates? If you understand anyway, I've just been curious about it since the "Decay is a modified duplicate of Overhaul" reveal. Is it like taking genetic material and then just doing some genetic modification?

Are the muscles bursting out of Imasuji a bug or a feature of the quirk? Because Hosu Nomu, Hood and Wolfram all have Muscle Augmentation as well but their muscles don’t burst out of their body?

Duplicating Quirks is a process of copying a Quirk, usually for the opportunity for it to be implanted in another person. We don't have much detail on how Garaki is able to do this, but it can be assumed it's him sampling from someone, cultivating it in his lab, and then grafting the Quirk onto whomever he wants it to go or having it be transferred by All For One. Several Quirks have been duplicated, such as "Life Force", "Double", and especially "Super Regeneration". "Muscle Augmentation" may have been one as well, but given how radically different all the examples are and the different names they sometimes have, it's more likely just different Quirks given the same name in translation. While useful, the process is not perfect. We are told that this can take some time to do and that Quirks get weaker whenever they are duplicated, hence why it wasn't done that often and only Quirks that seem to be necessary for a specific purpose. This is most prominently shown with "All For One", as All For One started to lose control over all of the accumulated powers because he was given a cloned version of it.

Anything beyond that becomes a little more complicated. We do that so that Garaki can modify abilities by introducing other Quirks into them. However, we have zero idea what this entails. He could be mixing and matching parts together to frankenstein a new Quirk, similar to how Quirks combine to make new applications when people have multiple Quirks or making something like an artificial Quirk Marriage. It's not helped by how few examples we have of this. We know that "Warp Gate" was made from "Cloud". But I am going to be honest, I can't really tell where "Cloud" fits into all of that. There's the cloudy covering, but that's about it. Maybe it was combined with a dozen other abilities to get where it is now, hence why it's so powerful. The only concrete example we have is with Tomura and Kai. "Overhaul" was copied over from Kai and then modified to become "Decay". We're told that it was done by emphasizing the destructive parts of "Overhaul". I prefer to believe that's more because a cloned power deviates from the original venison and removes the reconstructive part of the power, forcing it to mutate with its lack of limiters.

[quinloki]

Not sure if you've done these yet but let's go with Pegging and Breeding with Kid, Killer, and Law please?

Pegging and Breeding with Kid, Killer and Law - why yes I think I will enjoy this ask \o/

The perfect way to warm up for the day if I do say so myself.

We'll go in your thoughtfully provided alphabetical order <3

I've done breeding for all of them before now, but hadn't done pegging for any of them. Given how pegging works, I did add a little to each breeding entry ^_^

Eustass Kid:

Pegging - Yes - Kid's an equal opportunity kind of lover. Anything he's doing to you - as much as it can be - it's been done to him. Whether he really vibes it or not, he's going to experience it at least once. I've referred to Doflamingo as a hedonistic peacock, Eustass is more of a hedonistic dragon. He hoards kinks and pleasures and makes them his own, and it's not so much that he shares as it is that he pulls you into his pile of debaucheries.

So, he'll not only let you peg him, he'll make the strap on, walk you through prepping him, go over all the safeties, etc. You might peg him, hells, sometimes you might top him, but you'll probably never dom him.

Breeding - FUCK Yes - Man's got a specific piece of furniture for this. It's designed to be adjustable (It goes from 4'00" - 12'00" just because he could), and can be used with or without straps. It's got a few other addons, and it's multiple body type friendly.

Hey, Eustass makes things with his hands - not just metal stuff, the man's leather working and wood working skills are on point and I'm not even speaking in double entendre xD It's designed to keep from having the sub/bottom that gets on it from being too exhausted to be, well, bred. (Designed with their pleasure in mind cause some of these addons vibrate).

Thing of it like a comfy saddle with a sybian built into it (google that at your own risk). (I even wrote a drabble for bottom!Eustass week where he's "testing" it out, so he 100% takes what he gives.)

Killer:

Pegging - Yes - almost a FUCK Yes. Killer's more flexible on the top/bottom vibes than his captain (Kid will bend, just not as often), but he's very similar in the dom/sub category. You can peg him, he'll be all for it, going over all the specifics and talking you through the prep. If you're in a dominate mind set you might be able to find a few subby cracks in Killer's mask, but chances are he's power bottoming, vs letting you have any real control.

He'll enjoy it, and so will you, so there shouldn't be any complaints. He lets himself sink in pleasure just as much as any other horny member of the crew, and few sights are sweeter than having Killer twitch and gasp in pleasure under you.

Breeding - FUCK Yes - I mean, have you see that breeding bench that Kid built?! Of course he enjoys using it, and this is a style of marking/possessiveness he can get behind. (ah, heh accidental pun there. get behind... xD) It's not just filling you up over and over that he enjoys, sometimes letting others fill you up too, but it's having you shudder and cum on his cock over and over too. He's into it just as much for your continued pleasure as his own.

The number of times your body tries to curl on that bench is going to be at least twice as often as Killer satisfies himself, and he'll certainly take his turn on it. It's comfy, for one, and sometimes it's nice to just sink into the bench and let other people do the work while he enjoys himself.

Trafalgar Law:

Pegging - Sure - If you want enthusiasm there's a lot of other kinks for Law that'll work. He's not against receiving, he's just never really lively about it. He's also really about control, and he doesn't like giving it up (Which is why on the rare cases when he'll sub he's a massive brat about it). He'll still walk you through everything - he's not about to let you accidentally hurt him.

Once things get going, he will enjoy himself. He might huff and grumble during the setup a little, but it's not like you're forcing him to do something he dislikes. He's just neutral about it.

Breeding - FUCK Yes - He loves to breed you. Whether it's putting you on a specific breeding bench, or having you hold your legs open for him as he fills you up, or pressing into you, filling you up again and again. With his devil fruit (or in other AUs non-condom forms of birth control) there's no concern of becoming pregnant unexpectedly, and that makes it hotter for both of you. There's just an extra layer of control and trust in there because of it.

As for being bred... hm... I almost feel like he'd have to lose a bet or something. There's just so much control he's handing over and I don't think he'd be up for it as a general rule.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Prisoner: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Now that Charlie is out of the way, you're getting your kids whether they want it or not. You're not asking this time. If they don't hand them over by sundown, Y/N won't be coming for them. The Scarlet Witch will, and they won't like what happens if she does.

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Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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It takes you six hours to get to South Dakota and you pull up to the farmhouse that Cas told you about. The barn looks abandoned but you'd be a fool if you didn't prepare for some kind of trap. You get out of the car and approach the front of the barn. You blast the doors in so quickly that a bunch of dust kicks up. If anyone is inside, all they're going to see in the darkness and dust are your bright red eyes.

You walk inside the stuffy barn that's cluttered with shit. Trinkets, boxes of clothes and other items, furniture, and a bunch of things covered with cloth tarps. You yank one off to reveal a mirror underneath it. It looks like no one has lived here for a long time. You run your hand across the surface of the table, chuckling at the dust on your finger. You should have known Dean wouldn't have allowed Cas to give up your children so easily. Dean would die for them. He would have died before letting Castiel tell you.

A floorboard creaks behind you and you look at the wall in front of you with a smirk.

"You're either stupid or you want to die."

You turn to see Dean standing on the other side of the barn.

"Well, I've never been the smart one."

"The kids were never here, were they?"

"Nope. I guess you're not so smart if you let a mere human play you."

You shrug out of your jacket and toss it across the room.

"I'm done playing nice. I've been very generous and have let you live multiple times. I even gave you three strikes, but now you've pissed me off."

You conjure a bright red ball of magic and are going to throw it to Dean but he does something that completely takes you by surprise. He conjures a blue ball of magic and sends it your way. You move out of the way and watch as it explodes a lamp. 

"You pissed me off," Dean glares.

"Now it all makes sense," you smile. "You have my soul. That's the only way you'd be able to use my powers."

"Yeah, and I'm going to use it to kick your ass."

"Tell me something, Dean. What happens to my soul when I kill you?

"Why don't you find out."

You shrug. "Your funeral." 

Dean sends a blast of blue magic at you but you easily duck out of the way before it can hit you. You send a sharp hit at him with your magic and he goes flying across the room and over a large table. 

"You cannot beat me!" you yell. "I've lived with these powers my entire life! You've only had them, what, a couple of months? We are not the same!"

Books immediately fly over to you but you blast them away from you while you continue to walk closer to Dean. You catch a flying book in your hand and fling it like a frisbee over at Dean when he pokes his head up from behind the table. He ducks immediately just as the book slices through the air. If he hadn't been so quick, his head would have been shot clean off. Magic flies through your body and shoots out from your hands but Dean sticks his hand out and creates a forcefield, one that you can't penetrate. Your magic bounces off it and almost hits you in the head.

You close your eyes and focus on your own magic. When you open them, your irises are deep red. Red mist starts pouring out of your hands, creating clouds of deadly magic. The mist travels all over the floor and seeps into the ground above. Your magic travels over to Dean and pours out from the ground below him, and he immediately starts coughing. He lets down his forcefield and doubles over as the pain of your magic enters his system. You walk over to Dean and kick him in the face, and he falls to the ground in a fit of coughs.

"You're weak and spineless, and you're a shitty witch."

Red magic covers your right hand, and you're about to punch him in the face when he catches your punch with blue magic. His eyes shine bright blue. The real you is inside him aiding him. It's going to be tough to beat yourself, especially when you're trying to kill the man of her dreams. He punches you in the stomach with his other hand, and you go flying across the barn into the wall. The entire barn shakes with the force.

Dean grabs a metal pole and transforms the end of it into a sharp edge. He feels you helping him in every way that you can from inside his head, and he knows he'll be able to beat that. Dean runs over to you and shoves the end of the sharp pole right into your abdomen. You gasp and grip the pole while staring at Dean with deadly eyes. He shoves the end of the pole into the wall tightly so that you can't pull it out.

"What are you going to do now, witch?"

You cough and blood shoots out of your mouth. Instead of accepting defeat, you laugh. You grab the end of the pole and snap it in two using your magic. Dean's eyes widen when you take a step toward him. He keeps backing up when you keep walking, forcing yourself to slide off the pole from the other end. You finally get free and stumble forward, and you grab something to keep yourself from falling. You yank off the sheet covering a mirror and grin. You lay your hand flat on the surface and spell it, immediately spelling every reflective surface. You lift your shirt to see your wound shining red as it closes.

"Looks like you're going to have to try harder."

You run at Dean and punch him in the face, and he knocks into a bookshelf that has the books flying off the shelves. He watches as one of them hits a mirror and disappears into it. Whatever passes through the mirror will get stuck in the mirror realm, and he has a feeling you're trying to get him in there. Not if he can get you in first.

You blast him with magic but he counteracts it with a blast of his own. You're too strong to fight off with you coming at him like this so he needs to think of something outside of the box if he's going to get you inside the mirror. He looks at the mirror you uncovered after freeing yourself and he shoots his hand out toward it. Blue magic encompasses the thing and he pulls it toward you and him. The mirror smacks into you from the back, swallowing you up whole. Dean jumps out of the way so he doesn't get sucked in, either. The mirror falls to the ground and shatters into pieces.

Dean pants when it suddenly becomes silent. Sam steps into the room with a gun in his hands and looks at his brother with hope.

"Did we do it? Did it work?"

Dean shrugs in response. He looks behind Sam at another mirror and sees you standing in the mirror with a glare. Dean sends a blast at the mirror so destroy it so you can't get through.

"Cover the mirrors! All of them! Any reflective surface!"

Dean and Sam work to cover every reflective surface so you can't crawl out of one. Once everything is covered, both brothers stand in the middle of the place. Suddenly, one of the covers gets blown off by you. They don't have time to react because you're already crawling out of one of them. It's not as easy as you'd like it to be. You're going through cut glass so every part of you is cut deep by the glass. However, your wounds glow bright red as your magic works to heal you.

Your right hand is the first thing out with broken fingers angled every which way. You grip the side of the mirror and push through it so that the entire top half of your body is now through the mirror. There are cuts all over your face and body but your magic heals them like it's the easiest thing in the world. You fall to the ground with the bottom half of your body still inside the mirror. You push yourself through it and crawl on the ground broken bones and all. You manage to get completely through and stand up but your neck is broken in different places as well are your arms. They snap back into place and you snap your head right side up. There is a deep gash going from your forehead down to your neck but it glows with red magic and is healed within seconds.

Both brothers back up in fear but Sam raises his gun to fire at you. You raise your hand and shine your red eyes at him, causing him to freeze and fall under your spell.

"Change of plans, Sam. Dean is your new target." You look at Dean with a hardened look. "Shoot to kill."

Sam immediately turns the gun on his brother and begins shooting at him without mercy. You smirk and sit back to watch because maybe this is when Dean dies, maybe not. Dean moves behind different covers to avoid getting hit before Sam obliterates that, forcing Dean to move to the next one.

"Sam! Fight it! Fight the compulsion!"

"You're not a match for me, Dean!" you say. "Just give up and accept sweet death. It'll be nice to have a demon around again. Maybe this time, we can do things the right way!"

"Sammy! Fight it! What you're feeling isn't real!"

Sam closes his eyes and tries to fight the compulsion you have on him. He thinks about how much you love him and how you'd never do anything to hurt him.

"I knew something was wrong, and if you were you or if the situation were reversed, I know you wouldn't want me to give up. I know you wouldn't have given up on me, so I fought with you every step of the way. Every time I brought it up, you'd force me deeper into my body to deal with it on my own.

"So, that night when you pulled the gun on me and threatened my daughter's life, that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Everything I forced down came rushing out. It's why I yelled at you to leave me alone. I didn't deal with it in a healthy way, and I took it out on you. I can see just how much you've been trying these past few months. It took me a while, but I finally can see that it wasn't you. It was your body, but it wasn't you. I'm sorry, Sam."

By the time you're done, you're in tears. You're stuttering and sniffling, and you're pretty sure that your nose is dripping snot. You wipe your nose with your sleeve and stare into Sam's eyes. There's a lot of emotion in there, and you miss seeing that so much.

"I just want my best friend back," you hiccup. 

"I do too. We're both sorry because we're both at fault," he sniffles as a few tears drip out of his eyes.

"Clean slate? Please?"

"Yeah. Clean slate."

You're going to get your best friend back and so will he. Sam snaps out of your trance and turns the gun on you. He only has to shoot once before you blast him through a thin wall and into the next room. Dean gets up and you send a steady stream of magic right at him. He does the same and the two opposing forces meet in the middle to form one big ball of purple magic. You push harder but he pushes back just as hard. He's not going to let you win.

"Sam! Do it now!!" Dean yells.

He wants to be strong but you're just a tad stronger. You push the purple ball closer to Dean knowing it will kill him if it reaches him Sam steps through the hole he made with a different gun this time. He aims it at you and pulls the trigger, and a sonic sound wave shoots right at your head. The pain you're feeling is nothing like you've ever felt before. You stop your assault on Dean and fall to the ground with both hands on your head. It feels like your head is being split in half slowly and at every seam. You're screaming in pain but Sam doesn't stop. Sam and Dean walk closer to you, and you look at your husband with pain in your eyes.

"Dean, please!"

It takes two more seconds of the gun to make you pass out. It takes Dean three seconds to realize he won.

"I did it. We did it," Dean smiles. "We won!"

"Come on, I don't know how long she'll be out. Let's go reunite our girl with her soul."

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[vacantgodling]

oc kiss week day 6 4: reach

i’m posting this out of order bc i had this finished first LMAO 💀 next one i’ll post is day 4 promise pff

WIP: the chronicles of lathsbury (tcol)

SHIP: erik soori (he/him, ranger) x un "dion" undershield (he/him, protector)

SUMMARY: dion knew it was his fault, but that didn't make it hurt less. the worst part was erik didn't blame him at all.

tw(s): major out of context spoilers, amputation (not in graphic detail, it's already been done) & traumatic limb loss

worldbuilding notes: erik and miona are both from diisai, which is an island to the west of terrae's mainland across the eastern sea (which is not east lmao). diisaians like themselves have a sort of highland (scottish) adjacent sounding accent, and because i like writing vernaculars, you'll see that make an appearance here. erik's accent is stronger than miona's because miona grew up in the capital of diisai while erik grew up in the highlands.

also sorry in advance for this this is so sad fr LMAO.

“I spoke wi’eh doctor.” Miona said. She wasn’t looking at him, or where Erik lay, deathly still on the hospital bed. His body was fully covered by blankets up to his chin, and his face didn’t look peaceful so much as he just looked like a corpse. If Dion knew Miona better, like Erik did, maybe he would’ve been able to read through whatever emotion her flat voice was trying to hide. He didn’t look at her either. Just kept staring at him like he had for the past week. She waited a long moment before she continued. 

“After he’s granted discharge, it's recommended ‘at he retire.” 

Another long beat passed. 

“He can’t.” Dion was surprised hearing his own voice—the last time he heard it like this was when Fia passed and. And. He sucked in a harsh breath through his nose; he couldn’t think about her. Not now, it would break him.

Miona whirled on him, her eyes suddenly blazing. “Can’t?!” Her voice was shrill. “He lost his fucking arm, you heartless piece o’ shit!” Guilt seared through Dion’s gut like he’d been fileted, and it was hard not to double over from the pain of it. “Th’ whole damn thing!” She screamed and Dion wished he could scream too. He knew! And it was his fault. Miona wasn’t done her tirade however. “Can you stop being so fucking selfish for once in yer damn life—”

“I know what he lost!” Dion finally growled, cutting her off. He could barely breathe around the nausea that gripped him like iron from the inside of his throat, strangling him with every word, but he pushed them out. “But you and I both know he won’t!” 

Miona glowered at him, grinding her teeth, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it herself. She tried again. “Then convince ‘im! For pity’s sake, he can’t go on like this!” 

Dion turned away from her, and away from Erik no matter how much he needed to stare at him to make sure that he was there. “I can’t do that.” His voice was barely a puff of air; a wheeze.

If he was looking at Miona, he would’ve seen the way she tugged at her hair in frustration. “Ye’re the only one who can!” She choked on her words, tears welling up in her voice like an overflowing dam. “He’ll ne’er be able to shoot a bow again—don’t ye get it? And you know he won’t sit around and do paperwork all day!” 

“I’m not stupid.” Dion felt the stupid, useless tears that he hated to shed begin to trail down his dark cheeks and he pointedly kept his face turned away. That’s what was tearing him up—he knew that Erik was fucked over beyond repair and he fucking caused it.

The one thing Fia loved about Erik more than anything was his bow. The one thing that completed Erik, was that ridiculous thing, near as large as Dion’s own shield, at his side. He drew it with such a raw power in a way that was lost on the rangers of the mainland; a unique artform all of its own. And because of Dion it was ruined. He’d ruined Fia’s dream—as the last insult to her memory. He’d ruined Erik, as the final straw in the string of insults that Dion had taken at his character. The one man who never left him. The one man who coddled him, listened to him, cared for him even when he didn’t fucking deserve it—

“Get out o’eh way, ye stupid bastard!” 

Dion kept replaying the moment over and over in his mind. 

He had been so focused. So, angry, and reckless—Erik shouldn’t have had to cover his blind spot. Erik shouldn’t have known his blind spot… But logic reasoned that if anyone would’ve known it, Erik would. They’d been fighting together for… too long now. This was the price for that.

Both he and Miona were startled out of their argument by a shifting of the sheets. Of a loud, pained groan. 

“A’ll get th’ doctor!” Miona said. She rushed for the door, pausing for only a moment to look back at Dion. “But remember what Ah said. And don’t ye dare hurt him.”

Dion didn’t bother to deign what she said with a response. He was too busy falling to his knees by the bedside, grasping Erik’s trembling left hand in his own—what was left of him. 

He was forcibly moved from the bedside when the doctor rushed in.

It was another week before Erik awoke again. And in all that time, Dion stayed by his bedside. He tried to read, but his mind wouldn’t follow the words, but there was nothing else to do so he forced himself through passage after passage of drivel until it made his eyes burn and his head swim.

During that time, the room was constantly fluctuating with visitors: Miona came in nearly every day, and the barman—Papa, whatever his name, stopped by as well. The Diisiain they spoke rapidly between each other was too hushed for Dion to catch any of, but he noticed the forlorn look the burly man gave Erik when he finally ambled out. Cameron stopped by, and that archer his sister fancied, along with other people Dion hadn’t bothered to learn the names of. He’d never… realized how well liked Erik was. He’d been so focused on himself, his vengeance, his pain—its like he never even knew who Erik was. Is. He wasn’t dead. He had to keep telling himself that.

It was a sentiment proven true when Erik began to stir. Dion almost didn’t notice, given how quiet this awakening was compared to the previous outburst. His honey brown eyes were barely visible under his drooping lids, but visible enough for Dion to start when he said, all rasp, “Ne’er thought Ah’d see th’ day where ye’d voluntarily read somethin’, bubble boy.” 

The silly nickname that normally Dion hated constricted something fierce in his chest, and his heart stopped, before it began to hammer against his ribs. “You’re awake.” He said dumbly. “You’re actually awake.” 

“Fer better or worse.” Erik sighed heavily, so much that Dion could almost hear the creak of his bruised lungs. “Though Ah feel like th’ Lady o’ tha Universe sent th’ planet crashin’ down on me brow an’ knocked me clean oot. I feel awful.” Despite it, Erik chuckled and Dion felt his heart crash down to his stomach. How could he do this? How was he this endless well of optimism. When Fia died, Erik hadn’t shed a tear that Dion could see. Just held him, helped him bury her body—their bodies of the rest of their team. When Dion shunned his jokes and his cheer, he’d let it roll off of his shoulders without even blinking. He almost wanted to ask—what kept him cheerful when the world was cruel and heartless? But then Erik sat up on the bed. With some difficulty, Dion could add. The book he was reading fell from his lap as he lunged to reach Erik, helping him get to an upright position with a hand steadied on his back. The blanket dropped from his shoulders, and suddenly it was bared to the world. Bandaged; but enough that Dion felt the nausea of guilt arrest him again. Where Erik’s right arm should’ve been, there was nothing but a nub right at the shoulder. It was a clean break, like someone snapped it off like an icicle or chalk, and not the horribly mangled, jagged thing it had been when Dion and Jace managed to drag him to the hospital, already passed clean out from the pain. They must’ve had to amputate slightly further up, to salvage what they could… even if it wasn’t much. 

Aware of it, Erik stilled, and how he was turned obscured his expression from Dion. Without warning, his left arm came grasping at the place where his arm once was. 

“She’s really gone… Isn’t she?” Erik’s voice was threadbare. But surprisingly, he wasn’t the one who’d begun to cry.

When Dion didn’t give him an answer, Erik turned his head. The worried expression on his face was swimming in Dion’s vision.

“Oi… Ye… ye’re cryin’?” Erik looked about as lost as Dion felt. When he tried to open his mouth, no sound came out. “Ah…” Erik’s left hand reached out then hesitated, unsure. But, steeling his resolve, he reached out all the way, and grasped Dion by the front of his shirt. It only took one tug to pull Dion into his embrace, and any other day, any other time Dion would’ve shoved him off but now… His arms just felt too weak. 

Against his hair, he felt a brush of Erik’s lips. 

“Ah didn’t think ye’d cry.” He said, hushed. The lips pressed into Dion’s hair again, this time more purposeful and it hit Dion so sharply that he felt dizzy. Despite the fact that Dion caused his injury. Despite the fact that Dion couldn’t do anything but growl and scowl and give him grief for his troubles to be friendly, that no matter what happened between them, Erik was always there whenever Dion fell. He couldn’t bear it, he couldn’t bear it. 

“If Ah thought Ah could’a gone fer me bow, I woulda but…” Erik tried to laugh but it came out watery and broken. “An’ now… Ah’m ne’er gonna shoot me bow again.” He laughed again, but this one was more pained and Dion pulled away, if only to look into Erik’s eyes. Tears had begun pouring down his face like a river’s spring flood.

Dion wished he knew what to say.

“.... Ah promised meself that Ah wouldn’t regret it if ye were safe.” Erik whispered, and then suddenly he was breaking. It was all Dion could do but pull Erik into his chest as he wailed, his tears wrenching and racking his whole, too thin body with them. All Dion could do was hold him and mirror the gesture; pressing the most delicate of kisses to Erik’s head as he fell apart.

[windchimesgames]

Happy Holidays! I had the good fortune of being assigned your Secret Santa, and I couldn’t be happier! I took the opportunity to familiarize myself with the demo for the fantastic ReAnimation Scheme, and immediately found myself hooked by the absolutely inspired concept of necromancy doubling as a soul-sucking customer service job. I hope that I was able to do Raenelle and Sebastien justice in this min-fanfiction I wrote! 

B.

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“By the Ancestors, girl, what do you mean I’m only a Silver Patron? I left those accursed brats enough for Platinum-tier thrice over, and yet you claim--”

The spirit before me swells with inflamed pride, continuing his ranting unabated as I tune him out. I ought to have known he’d be one of those. As soon as I opened the trunk and saw the coin with his name on it, it ought to have been obvious. 

Zianna, I get up early for once, and for what? My transfer request denied yet again, and now--

“...are you even listening? Deities, I’d heard you Reanimators are the worst of the bunch, but to think that you’d be so blatant in disregarding your betters--! Call your supervisor at once! For someone of my stature to be allotted a mere half-day of reanimation is highway robbery! Do you even know who I am, Death Mage?”

Pinching the bridge of my nose in an effort to head off an incipient headache, I nod, eyes flicking back to the scroll. Incarnations, why couldn’t the first summoning of the day be a simple one?

“Yes, of course I know who you are. I summoned you after all, Sir Rudiford.”

“Lord! Lord Rudiford!!”

I force a smile that is more a baring of teeth than anything.

“My apologies. Since you have passed, the title is now recorded as belonging to--”

“To no one yet! I know full well my Reanimation Rites never would have been seen to at all, if I’d named an heir while living. If I could take my title and wealth with me, I’d do it! Ancestors take the wretches, not one is worthy of either the name or the coin.”

The spirit before me falls to furious silence, flickering a sulfurous yellow. The portrait depicted on the scroll is not especially pleasant, and I reflect that death has done little to improve upon the (former) Lord Rudiford’s appearance.

“Are you denying your Reanimation Services, then?” I inquire through gritted teeth.

The former lord gives me an excoriating glare in reply. “Of course I am not! I am demanding an extension--half a day is not nearly enough time to wrap up business for a personage such as I! The Silver ranking is clearly in error--I ought to have a full day and a half, at the least!”

My head tips back heavily. Zianna, what did I ever do to deserve this?

Clearing my throat, I meet his eyes again before the spirit becomes apoplectic. “And as I have explained, extensions are not within my power to provide. See?”

I hold the scroll aloft, jabbing a finger at it.

“Silver Patron of the Reanimation Scheme. That comes with a half-day’s reanimation. Your body has been preserved in good condition with that in mind--but any extension without proper authorization, and you’ll be stinking of rot and dropping limbs in the street by day’s end. Hardly in keeping with the dignity of a lord.” I stress the title heavily, trying to suppress a smirk as I do so. The idea of this garbage spirit stinking of literal garbage appeals to me. 

“Your manager, mage! If you are too far down the food chain to be of use to me, surely you have some minder or other that will have authority to act!”

I sigh, eyes flicking to the form shamelessly slumbering on my desk, silver and white fur splayed against the red and brown leather binding of thick volumes I have no intention of reading on my own. 

“Right. You’re right, of course, Mister Rudiford. Let me transfer you--”

“Lord! Lord Rudif--”

With a flare of my magic, the sulfur-yellow shade blinks out of being, and I sigh heavily with relief.

“That isn’t likely to improve your rating, Raenelle.”

I glower at the cat sprawled on my desk. Sebastien has done no more than crack open a single golden eye, but already he is judging me.

“As if you were any help at all. If the Twelve Deities and Ancestors can see just what I have to deal with, I’m sure--”

Sebastien stretches in a boneless ripple of silver fur. “Then they’ll know what I am subjected to with you, and commend me to the heavens while relieving me of my promised duties.” 

Scowling, I give the long, fluffy tail a slight tug, just enough to be annoying without being painful.

“Some familiar you are.”

“And some Reanimator you are. Have you given any thought of what will happen at the morgue, when that cad wakes up?”

I chuckle.

“Sure. They’ll kick Lord Rudiford out to see his family as swiftly as they can, same as me.”

Sebastien shakes his head, obviously unwilling to appreciate the vision that is bringing me so much mirth. 

“And his family?”

I shift my weight with a sigh, annoyed.

“What of them? Will they even care what he thinks, the old skinflint? They carved his name into a single coin, as his reanimation token! I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them killed him,” I observe darkly, scanning his scroll. 

Sebastien appears momentarily taken aback, but soldiers on bravely. 

“You can’t make assumptions--”

I turn a malevolent smile back on him. The headache is building pressure. “Sure, okay. Great. Shall I summon him back and refer him to you, then? As my mentor, I mean. That’s the closest to--”

The golden eyes vanish, thick, brushy tail curling over them almost as a shield. 

“My role is to counsel you, not appease the spirits you upset.”

I sigh, shaking my head.

“Coward.”

I look at the mirror that dominates the room, reflecting both light and darkness in equal measure. I never wanted this to be my job. I never wanted to be a guide for anyone, let alone spirits. 

The glass is cold where I rest my brow against it.

“Raenelle? Are you asleep?”

I let out a mighty sigh, cheeks puffing outwards and breath fogging the glass.

On to the next. Let’s see…

I scan my mental list of the day.

Jori. Jori Halwin.

Here’s hoping he’s easier than the last.

OH MY GOSH!!!!! I'm so happy you're my secret santa, and 🥰is this two gifts in one?!?!! Adorable Sebastien fanart AND a hilarious and beautifully written fanfic!!!! I love these, thank you so so so much! Happy Holidays to you too @brightoakgame!!

(And thank you to @crescencestudio for hosting the lovely event!!)

[terrence-silver]

Does Terry teases beloved about the height difference between them? I’m sure almost everyone he knows is shorter than him cause, you know, men is a walking tree, but if beloved and him was a big height difference cause beloved is short in general, does Terry teases her about not being able to reach certain things that are on higher shelves and how he’s so huge compare to her? 

I can see him being amused seeing beloved getting mad with the jokes he does about her height 

---

I think it is quite the opposite.

Of course Terry relishes being tall. Statuesque. Fit, for lack of a better word. Of course he internally beams with delight whenever someone is but an inch shorter than him and he makes a petty, self-apprising, triumphant mental note of it, taking delight each and every time he's the biggest man in the room all while casually flaunting it, making it pretty impossible to ignore even when he doesn't, feeling it is a personal victory of his, simply because it is just another silent power move, another way to have the upper hand, because it feeds his ego among a great many other things and because it is a way to be the apparent alpha and a way to control the environment, but controversial opinion, he's smarter than to be awfully brash, cocky and open about it, even when he actually is, deep down.

Terry Silver's long con is that he always appears humble. About everything. We all know he isn't, far from, but the people he deals with do not (for the most part?) because Terry ensures that is the case. Remains the case, if he can help it and he always can, one way or another. Because he's a chameleon. Because he doesn't really wear his actual opinions on his sleeve like that. He is seemingly humble about his accomplishments, his wealth, his connections and yes, even all the way down to things such as height.

In fact, rather than teasing anyone outright about anything, beloved or not, he might just appear the noble guru and he'd go as far as encourage them concerning their shortness, whoever this 'they' might be --- could be anyone ranging from a student, to a friend, to a loved one, to an enemy. It doesn't exactly matter. Whether it is done in an environment such as a dojo; where he could easily say any body has the potential to be a deadly weapon if honed properly --- and both mean it and not, depending how foul or fair his end goals are. Whether it is between business associates, at some corporate, say, cocktail, or wherever the rich mingle, where Terry Silver seems downright egalitarian for show praising all these body types which aren't quite like his, and the whole room coos at just how kindly Mr. Silver is (not realizing how easy it is to act all-inclusive when you're on top where ableness is concerned), or if he is oddly enough, encouraging an enemy he wants to do more harm to than good that yes, going up against a foe twice one's height without preparation totally won't decimate them in combat and have them beaten up. All's possible if you only believe. Just go for it! Honesty, compassion and fairplay! It will be just like the story of David and Goliath.

Often, Terry Silver's intentions are utterly dishonest. Sweet-sounding and fake.

Neatly packed as good intentions (paving the road to high hell).

And very rarely, they're genuine, with the right people.

But, regardless, seldom are his tendencies to tease, mock and prod that apparent or crudely transparent. They're hidden. Beneath layers of meaning, double entandres, posturing, wordplay and good publicity. Even if Terry Silver did make fun of someone's height, the jab (both malicious and benevolent alike) would be so slickly and well concealed that it would almost seem like an uplifting comment initially. A couple of years later, once the charm offensive wears off, one realizes Terry Silver's been making fun of them and hitting them with backhanded remarks the whole time.

[felixcloud6288]

Fullmetal Alchemist Chapter 51

I've admittedly not been looking forward to this chapter.

The part where Roy's eaten flames come in handy for Ed and Lin shows how Arakawa thought out events in the story. Ed and Lin were going to get eaten by Gluttony and were going to need light to explore. So how do we get light? Let's have Gluttony eat Roy's flame attack prior to that.

It's strange to me how Ed, Lin, and Envy weren't all next to each other in Gluttony's stomach though. Ed ended up around the wreckage of the house, and he and Lin found the piece of ground Gluttony consumed when he swallowed them all. Al's hand is still on that plot of land. But they don't encounter Envy until some time later.

I like how we can see the three tree root ends of that one tree that was barely outside the blast.

When Ed realized Lin's torch was made from a human bone, Ed started to hold it in the way people hold icky things.

It's crazy what stuff we see in Gluttony's stomach. There's part of a building, which I'm going to guess is from East City. Maybe Gluttony had to eat his way out after Scar blew up the sewers?

I wouldn't be surprised if there are bacterial colonies and maybe some small insects or worms living in this dimension. Ed and Lin never indicate any breathing issues.

I kinda want to know what would happen if you fell down that hole.

We have some May Chang and Xiao Mei backstory and Scar being a nice guy. Since they're getting attention, that definitely means something is going to happen with them. So we'll soon have the legendary moment where May's fantasies come crashing down.

I'm going to guess there's a concrete floor right under that fire hydrant and wall piece.

Ed and Lin really did eat the boot. Ed's left boot is gone after that scene.

Envy actually tried to be amicable. They even stopped making fun of Ed's height. But they just can't help but brag about all the horrible stuff they've done.

Meanwhile, Lin doesn't know anything about the Ishbal Civil War, but he's disgusted at Envy bragging about causing it.

Now onto why I've not been looking forward to talking about this chapter. I've tried to come up with a good way to put it and have had no success so I'll just say it.

I've been staring at every panel where you can see Envy's feet.

No, it's not like that!

When Envy is transforming, Lin brings up how Envy's steps in the woods sank the ground, and how they destroyed an iron fence by jumping on it. All this means that Envy is far heavier than their preferred appearance would imply. So I was wondering how many additional hints I could find. The only thing I could find was that one time Envy managed to smash the brick road with a single punch in chapter 39. There might be a slight hint in chapter 6 as well when Envy first appears. Notice the impact effect from their walk.

On a side note, I kind of want to be a little annoying about how Envy's power would work given their mass is near constant. There's this thing called the square-cube law. Let's say you have an object that is a certain initial shape and volume. If you modify the object's size such that it keeps the exact same shape, the object's surface area increases by the square of the size increase while it's volume increases by the cube of the size increase.

As an example. If I have a 1x1x1 cube, it will have a surface area of 6 (6 1x1 square faces) and a volume of 1 (1x1x1). If I double all it's proportions, I'll have a 2x2x2 cube which now has a surface area of 24 which is 4 times greater than before. Meanwhile it's volume is now 8, which is 8 times greater than before.

In simpler terms, your weight increases way faster than your size. And the point I'm trying to get at is Envy having a constant weight means smaller body frames shouldn't be able to support their weight. A small dog's bones would be crushed under Envy's weight. And a horse not instantly collapsing and breaking all its legs under Envy's weight is absurd.

But anyway, that's just me over-analyzing things.

The scene with Al and Gluttony is all sorts of adorable. Gluttony pacing around is really cute. And that bird perched on Al only to get spooked when he spoke. And then Al jiggles Gluttony's belly causing Gluttony to step back embarrassed.

And now Al wants to meet Gluttony's father!?! Oh my!

back

[lightvixxen]

I just put it in one big post so I’m not spamming you 🙊

I’ve been thinking about Mistress Chrissy moving way away Hawkins with her pet after high school.

Spending weeks isolating and training her pet to be in subspace 24/7. Training pets body to be so sensitive and responsive, making pet so obedient.Spending all her parents money on cute little outfits, lingerie, and sex toys for her little pet.

Getting deeper into the kinks you share and discovering new ones

Pain kink

dumbification

Ownership

Objectification

Pet play

Bondage

Domination/submission

Humiliation/degradation

Mistress/slave

A24/7 dynamic

Total power exchange

She buys you a day collar, and bondage collar to wear at home, along with bondage cuffs for your wrists and ankles so she can get you tied up and helpless any time she wants.

She only calls you pet in private, or by other pet names, and chooses a new one you go by and that she calls you in public as a means to keep you in subspace and remind you that you’re nothing but her pet

She has cameras set up in every room because you’re the amateur porn queens. The only thing she allows pet to watch is your porn, and you two love fucking and watching your porn. She makes you edge yourself several times a day. If you’re home, it’s always to the porn you’ve made.

She gets your tongue, nipples, and hood pierced. She holds your hand, pets your head, and whispers what a good pet you are and how much mistress loves you while you’re getting them done. She loves making you climb stairs and having you walk by crossing your legs in front of each other because you’re practically doubling over, legs shaking from the jewelry stimulating you

Part of your morning routines is having her beat your tits, ass, and cunt with her hair brush. She won’t stop until she puts her hairbrush inside you and you’re so wet it slides out.

Whenever either of you are stressed, or just needy, you’ll slide onto the others lap and play with their tits. This always ends in making out and tribbing.

Chrissy has realized she’s not into dick, but is determined to make you a size queen. Buying bigger and bigger toys for your holes, then having you take them down your throat after you cum on them. You just look so cute whimpering and crying around them as she pushes them deeper. Loves seeing you with a belly bulge and hearing you scream and cum when she pushes down on it.

You get so used to calling her mistress and only mistress sometimes you start to in public. So being the dumb pet you are, she allows you to call her mistress in private and missy in public. Silly pet can’t even say Chrissy! How cute!

She buys and picks out all your outfits, all easy access, what you eat and when, how you work out and when, she controls everything. If you’re doing chores, it has to be in the slutty French maid uniform, or in an apron and heels, but otherwise naked.

Being far away from home and as out as you could be in the 80s it’s absolutely thrilling that you can walk hand in hand together sometimes. The first time you kissed her cheek in public you thought you were going to pass out! That night was the first time you gave her a hickie and you were so proud! Though she kept having to remind you to ttake it easy. She thought you were going to take revenge for all the hickies she gave you in high school.

JDVOJNLDJNJDKSBLJDBVJBDJNJLBS GOD IM SO DEPRAVED AFTER A WEEK OF NOT HAVING THEM! IM FERAL RN, also hun, spam me trust me i do not care.

And yessss finally being able to be in a 24/7 dynamic!! finally going into your proper training!!! All the stuff in school was so mild compared to your training cause now she gets to see you in the outfits 24/7<3 And all the kinks get found out one by one...She called you "Just a dumb fucking pet, so puss drunk she can't think of anything else" and oops dumbification unlocked. she slapped you ONE time and you looked her straight in the eyes and said "Harder, do it harder please." Others were already slightly open...she could just get her confirmation on them <3

Pet in private and bun/pup/kit in public!!! whichever one is your favorite! AND ALSO THE PORN ONE HHHHHHHH YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!!! She just wants to show everyone how obedient and submissive she's made you!!! showing off all the progress she's made with making you a size queen as well!! Showing off all the pretty outfits she puts you in before ruining it!!

Omgggg the piercing one...y e s they make you soooo much more sensitive and they feel good for her!!!! (she also may or may not have gotten some matching ones...she can't have ALL the fun<3)

lmao its getting wayy to long so divide lmao anyway

HAVING YOU SOOO TRAINED YOU CAN ONLY CALL HER BY HER TITLEEEE HHHH its just a force of habit :( you can't help it!!!

Her picking out all your outfits...she totally trashed your ENTIRE wardrobe (except all the stuff she had already bought you) out after graduation...also her controlling all your finances. Want something? gotta ask permission. Want your card? Gotta ask mistress. THE CHORES ONE YESSSS she has to be able to take you where and whenever in the house<3

theres so much but not enough time hhbsbbsbjllslfld

[lokigodofaces]

Rewatching Captain America: Civil War (obligatory on December 16), and it's making me wonder just how much of the encrypted files Natasha leaked have actually been unencrypted and are known. I'm not just talking about the public, I understand that there's a lot they won't know. There's still stuff that would be classified, it just went to different agencies. But seriously it seems like no one has tried to unecrypt anything other than Zemo. You would think that the CIA, UN, and Avengers would have those files and know what happened.

The line that made me think about this was Vision's whole thing about the Avengers causing conflict and more things happening ever since Tony became Iron Man. But that is completely untrue! It is true that the public has been made aware of more and more stuff since Tony announced he is Iron Man. Not necessarily the fault of the Avengers in most cases (Tony did choose to announce he is Iron Man, but it's not like any of them had control over Loki deciding to attack New York for example). But we know of tons of wild things that have been happening on Earth. Just from what we know has been shown or mentioned (no particular order):

(*=should be recorded in S.H.I.E.L.D. files, ATCU files, or other agencies should be aware; **=at least some information should be known, ie. S.H.I.E.L.D. maybe knew an unidentified object entered the atmosphere and left but don't know anything about Peter Quill)

Kree and Skrulls on Earth in Captain Marvel*

Kree attacking Carol and kidnapping her*

Kree experimenting on humans thousand of years ago to make Inhumans*

One of those Inhumans, Hive, being exiled from Earth*

Inhumans living for all of those thousands of years and creating their own society to stay secret*

Kree body found by S.H.I.E.L.D. and used to bring dead agents back to life. When those agents went insane, their memories were wiped and they were given new identities*

Hydra has existed ever since Hive was exiled and tried for centuries to bring him back to Earth*

A head of Hydra found a Diviner and experimented on its destructive tendencies towards humans**

Hank Pym and Janet van Dyne went on missions in the late 1900s*

Peter Quill was kidnapped**

Ego visited Earth

Centipede had been experimenting with robotic parts/super soldier serum since the 1990s*

Kree built an Inhuman temple under Puerto Rico, recently was fought over by S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra, and two Inhumans went through terrigenesis**

Ava Starr became enhanced because of an explosion*

I don't remember why the Lighthouse was built, but it was to house people in case of a freak accident S.H.I.E.L.D. was able to stop*

Antimatter asteroid that landed in ocean near Florida mentioned by Coulson*

Everything with the Red Room (known at the time, it wasn't known that Dreykov and the program survived)*

Black Panthers in Wakanda

Egyptian gods and their avatars

The guy that was obsessed with Coulson's love interest got his powers*

Several people were put on the Index for decades before Iron Man*

May fought two Inhumans in Bahrain**

S.H.I.E.L.D. fought several rogue Inhumans from Afterlife**

Terrigen had been dumped into the ecosystem and several people are going through terrigenesis*

Asgardians, Jotuns, etc have been going to Earth for a long time*

Sorcerers at Kamar Taj have been around forever

Probably more that I'm forgetting

But you get my point. A lot of this stuff was recorded by S.H.I.E.L.D., yet everyone in the UN, CIA, even some of the Avengers think things only went crazy when they came around. That is so unbelievably untrue. So has no one done anything about those files Natasha leaked other than double check about Hydra being around?

[miraycavlan]

Self Para - Meeting with the Past

Location: Miray's Chambers at the Castle Who: a servant at the Castle who her mother inherited

It wasn't an uncommon sight to see; Miray was buried in a book once more. Curled up in the large chair in front of the window that looked out over the nature that King's Hill contained. It was a scenery that she could not get enough of. And it was currently also the reason why she was unable to focus on the book in her lap. She was drowning in her own thoughts and was only pulled out of it, at the sound of someone knocking on the door.

"Come on in!" The young woman called out to the person on the other side of the door, expecting someone else besides one of the personal staff of Sebastian. Probably the wrong door. Miray got up from her seat to face the young woman who had come through the door.

"Sofia? I think you have the wrong rooms." But as soon as Miray had said it, she felt it. There was something different about the woman. A distant look was in her eyes and a chill filled Miray. She had had enough of surprises, both pleasant and unpleasant these days.

"Gülüm, it is so good to see you again. You haven't changed a bit."

Miray couldn't do anything else but stare at the young girl. Gülüm. The only one who had always called her that, had been her mother. And there weren't many people who knew about that.

The rumours were there; the line between life and death was a fine one these days. However, Miray had never expected this to happen. To be faced with her mother in the shape of a young girl she only knew in passing.

"Mum? Is that really you?"

"Yes, it's me. I don't have a lot of time but I needed to see you. I left you with a lot of questions and it is only fair that you get your answers."

A lot of different feelings moved through Miray's body. Anger over the many things of her past that her mother had left out. Happiness over the fact that it truly was her mother again, the woman she had missed so much. Sadness because it was only a short moment. So because it was only a short moment of time that Miray was able to spend with her mother, she asked the one question that had been bothering the most these days.

"Why have you never told me that my father was a witch? Or something else." The question was quickly asked, tumbling from her mouth as she looked at the other.

"I see now that I never should have done that. But at that time. He left us. I did not want him anywhere near you. He did not deserve you. When you didn't show any signs of having powers as well, it was easier to keep it quiet. And then when I should have told you... it was already too late to tell you."

The answer was not one that she had hoped for. It did not give her anything that she couldn't have thought of herself yet. Miray took a deep breath, trying to keep her cool. As far as that was possible while talking to your mother who had passed away. "Who was he?" The other important question that she had.

"Your father was from the Westland. He came to Haven due to business. We met and we fell in love. Or so I thought. It was all a bit of fun for him and he returned to Westland as soon as he learned of my pregnancy. Saying that he couldn't be with a human in the end."

So she had roots in the Westland. A place where Miray had only been when she had accompanied Sebastian during one trip over there. And even though she knew more about her father now, it was met with double feelings. She knew now but at the same time... He had indeed left them. He had never been in her life or had showed a sign that he wanted to be in her life.

Miray bit her lower lip as she looked at the woman in front of her. "I wish you had told me more about the entire world, mum. I know nothing about everything outside of Haven. I'm only learning more and more since the last five years." And most of that all had she learned after arriving in Kings' Hill. "I live in King's Hill now."

It was nearly as if she hear the smile in the voice. "I know. I have kept an eye on you. I am happy to see that Seb is in your life again. The two of you were always together. I always thought the two of you would be married and have a family by now."

It clearly hadn't gone that way, but Miray was indeed happy to have Seb in her life again. Even when the trust between the two of them wasn't the same anymore at this moment.

"I'm not sure if that is ever going to happen." Miray had a feeling that she wasn't really viewed as something who was right for the throne.

"Just don't lose faith, gülüm. You are capable of more than you think. You always have been."

Miray brought her hand quickly to her face to wipe away the single tears that spilled, shaking her head because she did not want to cry.

"I have to go now. Just know I am always near you, even though you can't see me. You are able to deal with all of the new. Keep the people you care for close and trust your instincts. Those have always been right. I love you."

"I love you too, mum," Miray mumbled, even though she wasn't sure if her mother had heard any of that as a bewildered look took the place of the distance look in the eyes of Sofia. The young woman clearly didn't understand how she had gotten there.

"What happened?"

[theravenflies]

Okay, as a mod of cripplecharacters, I'm about to go off from several different angles. And these aren't even all of my thoughts. I have more. (TW for ableism, mention of prone restraints, caricature characters, and really, really poor writing of disabled characters.)

If she didn't get her information through a collaboration with Autism Speaks then where'd she get it? She claims she did three years of research. Did none of that research include basic stuff about writing disabled characters in general? Also, it takes five seconds to find out that there's an issue with Autism Speaks. It's in the little Wikipedia blurb. She didn't even skim Wikipedia in three years?

Not even come slightly close to the topic of prone restraints (which have a death count,) and definitely not portray is as a good thing twice

Gotten rid of that detail of Music having an accident during Kazoo's relapse. Yeah, that can happen sometimes with some autistics in real life, but the fact that it was portrayed the way it was and by an actress who wasn't autistic-

Similarly, the angry "Brush you hair" scene was... where to even start? No, not by an actress who isn't, at the very least, MSN or semispeaking (or even nonspeaking)

Gotten rid of that inspiration porn Music singing scene at the end.

Significantly rewritten the guy who is... I think he's Zu's love interest?

Actually done something with the kid who seemed to care so deeply for Music.

Explained how said kid managed to acquire twenty thousand dollars to buy Music a service dog over the internet just like that???

Remove Music not doing anything about finding her grandmother dead on the floor??? Or at least acknowledge that the poor girl was probably traumatized from the experience and had no idea what to do or how to help? It's shot almost like she's being selfish and choosing not to help rather than being disabled, terrified, and unable to help.

Not forced Maddie into this movie using their massive power imbalance. Definitely should never have forced a young teenaged girl into a position so bad that she literally broke down sobbing because she didn't want to come across as a caricature, at which point Sia lied to her. Look, Maddie was what, fourteen? And Sia was basically a mother figure and the one responsible for Maddie's success.

Not called stimming tics. Tics come from a very different group of disorders, involuntary stimming behaviours are a completely different thing with different reasons and mechanisms. If she wanted to write Music having tics, she should have given her a tic disorder. Actually, wait, scratch that. She screwed up badly enough with a singularly-disabled character. I don't want to know how much lower she could go by trying to portray a multiple-disabled character.

Not lied about trying to get a nonspeaking actress (because she was quoted long before that as saying she would only make the movie if Maddie was the main role. She wasn't going to try with an autistic actress.) Not acted like firing the fictional autistic actress was a mercy rather than putting some work in and making the set accessible for her.

Like, sure, maybe a hypothetical nonspeaking actress couldn't have been able to handle the dancing. You know what the solution to that is? Either adapt the dancing or get her an autistic stunt double who can do the dancing

Not have Music be significantly less autistic in her head? The stimming and movement abnormalities fade, if not vanish entirely, during the dream sequences. As though the version of Music in her head is less autistic than Music in her body, maybe even not autistic at all. Which is an idea that has blood on its hands

Not tried to portray all of autism rather than just Music, a character who happens to be autistic. What Sia was doing was trying to portray autism as a whole, or maybe even turn the entire idea of autism into a character rather than create a person with autism. Compare this to a (slightly) better example, Wendy from Please Stand By. Dakota Fanning wasn't trying to portray all of autism and her character wasn't written to portray autism as a whole, she was playing Wendy, one particular autistic woman, rather than a caricature.

Given Music literally anything. Why doesn't she have hobbies? Where's her personality? I know nothing about Music as a person and that's because she wasn't written to be a person.

The dead disabled brother plot was unnecessary. As was the HIV plot.

"She can hear two rooms away" she's autistic, not Superman.

The grandmother left absolutely no plan to help Zu care for her H-MSN sister, not even a note in her will like "The neighbour is close with her, he can help." I know she died suddenly but c'mon, she has a grandchild who will need care for the rest of her life, she should have been more cautious as an elderly woman. Her carelessness was setting Zu up for failure and Music up for an even worse time of this massive change in her life.

So yeah, it would make sense that there's some growing pains, Zu has no idea how to interact with her sister and her sister is probably distressed, confused, grieving, and frustrated because her entire world is changing. But rather than treating this as a "Yeah, this would have gone better with a bit of planning and we're both struggling because we're going into this blind," it's portrayed as "Music is the source of all of my problems, she's the worst, she's unreasonable, she's the worst thing that's ever happened to me and I hate her." Why is Music being portrayed as a burden rather than the burden being how ill-prepared the grandmother left all involved parties for this eventuality.

Wasn't Music meant to be HSN? Like, level three autism? Spoken like someone who's never interacted with someone who's HSN before.

Zu is high-key resentful towards Music as though any of this is her fault and she seems so desperately dedicated to either ignoring or despising her sister and the way it's portrayed makes it feel like the audience is supposed to agree with Zu?

Wow, I went off. To keep this from being nine hundred miles longer, she should have just not done that. If she had submitted this plot to cripplecharacters, literally any of us, autistic or not, could have told her not to do this. Did she even talk to someone from the disabled community? You don't even need to be autistic, just disabled, to know that pretty much all of this was a horrific idea.

What SIA Should’ve Done Making Her Movie ‘Music’

Cast an autistic actor for the main character

Consulted with actual autistic people instead of f$&@ing Auti$m $peaks

Did PROPER research

Made the movie accessible to watch - got rid of the whole flashing light thing that could trigger seizures

Used an actual mixed actor instead of doing literal blackface

Started being open to criticism instead of having a flip out at people for calling her out

Not agreed with an interviewer comparing non-verbal people to an actual inanimate object wtf

Feel free to add to this

[walkingstackofbooks]

Just shouting into the void ~

So my job application writing is going great /s ...

Lol I can't even focus on writing down these thoughts I'm already thinking on here what hope do I even have of writing a coherent personal statement?

Gah

I'm on #6 since April and they've got progressively harder. Like, I guess that makes sense in terms of motivation and whatnot, and also I am pretty burnt out after spending half-term with family instead of resting (it was nice but god, I should not have gone back into work straight away after) but also I'd started on meds for #1 and they worked GREAT but now it seems that initial burst has worn off and even after increasing they're not as good?

#1 - 12 weeks ago - Solidly worked on it for 2 days and did not procrastinate overly much - barely at all on day 1! It was wild! Magic!

#2 - 7 weeks ago - My expectations were high - and not quite met. More work than expected, there was less that I could copy-and-paste from the last than I thought there'd be. Got really tired in the afternoon and napped, had a sudden revival about 10 at night 😅

#3 - 4 weeks ago - Lots of productivity just... housework-wise. It was great for getting stuff I needed done though! Did bits and starts, didn't really get a good go at anything till Sun eve and even that was hard.

#4 and #5 - 3 weeks ago - Really productive evening at a friend's who offered to body double. Was fairly good the next day after a nap, too; bit of procrastination that weekend, but generally okay.

#6 - now - Did a fairly solid bit for a few hours yesterday, but then solidly procrastinated and lost belief I could do it. Have solidly procrastinated this morning, including some housework productivity, haven't been able to bring myself to even open the word doc.

I just haven't felt like this at all during this round of applications I don't think - back to what I felt during essay-writing and all that other shit that uses this sort of brain power. Most of the others was working to a tighter deadline, but not all of them were next-day affairs, and I was able to hold myself to my own deadline for once - I didn't pull any all-nighters, which is out-of-the-norm for me. This one isn't due until the end of next week (and gosh there's actually a #7 also due in next week which I've just put to one side bc I cannot) but I've got something on next weekend that I want to go to and haven't been able to go to in years but I'm just so aware I could miss it and wouldn't that be easier, Andi?, then you wouldn't have to do this damn application now!

Dammit I just hate my brain and the way it just slides over the paper when trying to get a grip on what I've done so far and doesn't take anything in and just can't be assed with the consequences of not doing it now, even as I get more and more anxious, and the whole spiral that is doing-things-now-but-not-enjoying-them knowing that if I just do the damn thing I can enjoy future things more!

(I think this all comes in the context of I cannot enjoy anything until I get a job bc my life is currently on hold and I just have to go through endless application processes but there's only this short window in May-June for most jobs and fricking hell I don't even WANT any of these jobs I'm just legally required to get it so I can resume my current, enjoyable job in two years time... Which is fun.)

Anywayyy

This is just more procrastination.

(I'm also not sure if I'm procrastinating going to the shops or putting it off in the hope I'll do some work but it's a Sunday so they'll close in two hours which is a good thing tbf otherwise I might procrastinate it longer than tea but also AGH I don't have TIME to go to the shops but I can't afford NOT to and I seemingly have time to procrastinate so just go out to the shops already you damned fool.)

[genshinlover101]

Hey can I request something headcanons for Jean, Kaeya, Beidou, and Sara with a s/o who gives off very much Winter Soldier vibes? Like very much skilled, borderline unhuman levels of strength, dead silent, and absolutely terrifying to fight?

Usually their s/o is very polite and cordial even if they're not very emotive, but in instances where the characters or someone else is in danger, it's almost like it's a completely different person emerging, no remorse or hesitation to get what needs to be done, done.

Them with a Winter Soldier Vibes S/O

Characters: Jean, Kaeya, Beidou, Sara x gn!reader

Warnings: gore, mentions of blood

A/n: Ah I finally write for Kaeya :,) I’ve been able to avoid write for him after four months of being cursed with his constellations back-to-back on the standard banner 

• Jean loves how polite you are, she thought it was so wholesome and cute. You were so obedient and a perfect addition/representative of Mondstadt’s citizens. She’d expect nothing less of her lover.

• She acknowledged your skill and strength, it was almost inhuman how powerful you are. She would’ve given you a captain position in the Knights of Favonius, but she rather preferred if you stayed by her side as her “body guard” (not that she needed one).

• When you lost your cool she couldn’t believe her eyes. She had to do a double-take. A treasure hoarder attacked from behind almost giving poor Jean a concussion, and you lost it. She wasn’t scared of you, but scared of your hidden unrivaled strength.

As if on cue from your peripheral, a massive stick rained down on Jean. You stopped it with your bare hand just moments before it made contact with her head. Not only could she hear the heavy impact but she could feel the gust of wind from the blow.

The realization of the damages that could’ve happened to Jean drove you crazy. Your iron stare piercing the fat man, he knew he messed up. Jean tried to stop you with a light nudge, but you ignored it. You knew you had to dispose of anything and everything that threatened Jean’s life.

You heard Jean gasp in horror as you gripped the man’s wrist. His bones cracked under the pressure, all you could hear was his screams in the valleys of Mondstadt. “Please have mercy,” the treasure hoarder begged. As if you had selective hearing you chose to ignore his pleads. Twisting his arm and kicking him to the ground in submission.

Jean had seen it all, nothing surprised her anymore when it came to fighting. But this was an exception, she’d never seen you so worked up before. This time she grabbed you tighter, making her presence and orders loud and clear, “that’s enough.”

As the Acting Grandmaster, even though she was in danger, she couldn’t allow cruel and unusual punishment. You wanted to continue, but you knew it was morally wrong. Withdrawing, you both went home in complete silence. The inevitable talk at home regarding your behavior would be rather interesting.

• Kaeya thought your attitude was very interesting for someone as strong as you. You were so gentle and yet he could sense your power was immensely greater than you lead it to be. It made you often a target of his antics. He would love to push his work onto you and joke around about it, you didn’t mind though.

• Although he’s never seen your superhuman powers he found you amusing,  allowing you to accompany him on dangerous missions. Besides the Acting Grandmaster, you were to only one he trusted to have his back.

• Whenever you got pissed he braced himself. He knew he couldn’t hold you back physically, but perhaps his emotional ties with you would do the trick. He’ll watch in amazement for a good second, and then restrain you to the best of his abilities.

Kaeya was assigned to investigate a random overwhelming surplus of treasure hoarder camps surrounding Mondstadt. He analyzed the documents, invested in the evidence before him. Almost so invested that he allowed himself to get easily distracted to notice a treasure hoarder who had not quite lost consciousness. 

He aimed a rock straight at Kaeya’s head, making contact with his forehead. A loud thunk was made upon impact, and blood trickled down his face. The sheer sight of Kaeya’s blood made your vision fuzzy, the dark red stream enraging you. 

Without checking up on Kaeya you approached the man who barely was able to stand. Kaeya just watched with amusement and curiosity about what was going to happen, he’d never seen you so stoic. “How interesting,” He mumbled, the injury barely phasing him despite the blood loss.

You stomped on the man’s head multiple times using all of your force. The ground below dividing below with each stomp. The man must’ve knocked out on the first blow but you were so blinded by that deep red on your boyfriend’s forehead that you didn’t notice. Your only objective was to kill.

Kaeya grabbed your arm to bring you back to your regular self before you could carry out the final blow. The treasure hoarder laying limp before you. “That’s enough, it’s not very chivalrous to continue to beat down an enemy who is barely alive is it?” You hung your head low in shame, you didn’t know what possessed you.

 • Beidou thought you were cute, such a polite person such as yourself was so rare to come by nowadays. Usually, people would try and swindle her, but your intentions were always pure and kind.

• Beidou knew your strengths, but she never knew the extent. She knew you could hold your own against a mere hilichurl camp, but when it came to sea serpents attacking the Crux she didn’t trust you. Ordering you to go back to your quarters immediately like her and her crew dealt with it.

• When you lost your control Beidou wondered who was the monster. The sea or you. She’d never seen such a display of strength from you before, she wondered where her innocent little lover was lost in the eyes of the shallow monster before her.

Beidou got swept off her feet by a sea serpent. With the tentacle wrapping around her ankle, she could’ve lost her life as her crew was rendered useless in this situation. Beidou being dangled in the stormy sky like a tree ornament.

You knocked the doors down to your room, despite them being locked from the outside it didn’t pose an obstacle to you. Emotionless you collected her fallen claymore from the wooden dock, and with a giant leap you cut the tentacle off, the sea monster going crazy in pain.

Before Beidou could crash against the wooden floorboards you caught her in your open arms. Your emotionless face scared her, she had never seen you so uncouth. “Are you alright?” She asked flustered at your appearance.

You didn’t respond, and that’s when she knew you weren’t the same person she’s known all these years. When she looked into your eyes she saw the real you trapped in jail as whoever stood beside her took control. You were about to leap into action but before you could take off, she slapped you hard right across the face.

“Get a grip,” she commanded you. Tearing her claymore from your hands she was preparing to set you in your place. “Go back in in your quarters. The crux doesn’t need whoever you are to help us.” She knew if she let whoever continue to fight, you might never come back to her as you were before.

• Sara respected you for your quiet personality. It was perfectly suited for a Tengu and she thought you were brilliant. Serving for the Shogun mutually, there wasn’t anything more she could ask for to quench her loneliness.

• Sara acknowledged your strength, she’d allow you to come on missions with her as her right-hand man. It was an honor for her to serve beside you, fighting righteously for Inazuma.

• Whoever you were when you lost control she did not recognize. She admired your strength and tenacity, but she wouldn’t allow your abuse. She’d shut you down immediately, even if you saved her from danger.

Your goal was to apprehend a vision, Sara was sent personally to confiscate it as three other officers had failed previously. She couldn’t think of anyone better to accompany her than you. But at the last moment the man used his pyro vision to land a dirty strike Sara. Her face bleeding from the impact.

You went berserk, someone hurt Sara… a lowly pedestrian hurt your lover. The blood ran down her forehead. You couldn’t stand it any longer. As Sara rejuvenated her strength, you didn’t hesitate to rip the vision from the pouch it dangled on.

You then slapped the man on the face with twice the amount of force. But that wasn’t enough to satisfy your revenge for her. You slapped him again and again till his face was so bloodied and bruised he could no longer see clearly. You were too absorbed in your little session that you failed to notice Sara’s astonishment in your actions.

Before you could slap the man again she grabbed your wrist. Her strength exceeding yours, she looked at you sternly. She didn’t recognize you at all, you may have looked the same physically, but even your facial expressions were altered. “Who are you?” She asked with a pained look.

Without an answer you wanted to slap the man once more, Sara wasn’t going to be enough to stop you. That was until she was about to shield him with her own body. “I won’t allow you to punish him any longer. It’s not in your hands to deliver his sentence, it’s the Tenryou Commission. Cease now and I’ll forget your transgressions.” Her speech was formal, she realized she had to talk as if she didn’t know you to reach you.

[tridentgumfreshy]

𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. Gojo x fem reader (modern au) Part 1

You and Gojo had been dating for over 2 years now, and it hasn't been easy. Loving the Gojo Satoru is probably the hardest of things you've ever done. So when he finally crosses the line with you, more than just your usual arguements with him happen. (naturally)

It was the third time this week. Third. Your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, who also attends the same college as you, is an absolute rich boy. Mind, soul, and body. Fucking rich mentality. He has power too. So when he cuts classes, nobody bats an eye. Nobody but you. This is the third time this week he's cut classes to go party out of town-and it's only Thursday. Mentally facepalming yourself as class finishes, you pick up your bags and head put of the classroom, only to be met by the taller male, who finally returned from his little venture after class.

"Miss me?" He teases, poking your cheek.

"Not in the slightest," You say, deadpanning.

"Listen to me. We have a joint project that we need to finish so come over to my apartment on Saturday. If you have any plans you better cancel them because you if you flunk this, your chances of passing college will be a flat 0," You slowly speak, hoping he would understand the importance of this assignment.

"Thumbs up," He says.

Your face softens a little as you give him a quick peck. "I'm going home now. You might wanna talk to the professor to see if he can give you a short overview on the topic we just had."

"Why should I? I have you, yanno." Gojo says, while giving a cheeky grin.

Normally, whenever Gojo would cut classes, it was basically your responsibility to write notes on the subejct for him and give it to him. You were quite tired of writing double notes for both him and you, but he was your boyfriend, so you sucked it up and did it.

You sighed.

You sighed again.

You sighed, even louder.

"Geez, I'll make it up to you okay? Make sure to check your mail on Saturday~" He sings.

"But-" You try to speak, but he puts a finger over your lips and hushes you.

"Don't worry, it'll be so expensive it'll make your heart stop."

"But that's not what I want," You want to say. Instead, you force out a mere "Thanks, Satoru," and head out of the building before hearing what he has to say.

Saturday comes rolling around. You start setting up the materials needed for yours and Gojos project, and then drop him a quick text.

y/n

Don't forget our plans for today :)

No response. Not like you expected one. You waited a few minutes more, staring intently at you screen, which was showing previous text messages between you and Satoru. They were mostly just you texting him and him not responding. On rare occasions he would reply with emojis or short phrases, or just plain memes. From that moment on, you started to question if he actually put any effort into your relationship with him---if he really cared at all. You tried pushing those doubts and thoughts out of your mind, but to no avail. Wanting to do something to get your mind of the negative thoughts that were swarming inside of your head, you decided to get an early start on your project.

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Hours passed. You had been waiting for him since 9am. It was now 4:30pm. During that time, you finished your project, and sort of finished Satoru's project for him, in hopes he would burst through the door and explain why he was so late. You were hoping that after you finished the project you would have a nice house date with him, nothing to dramatic. It had been a while since you hung out with him, and you kind of wanted to spend more time with him. You prepared all kinds of foods and drinks.

Your hopes were crushed 15 minutes later, when your phone rang. Hoping it was Satoru, you rushed to pick it up, only for the caller to be Kugisaki Nobara. She was your close friend, and you were able to talk to her about anything. Boy problems? yup. Your family? Yup. You name it.

"Hey, Nobara~" You spoke lazily.

"Y/n," Nobara said, in a sort of serious way.

"What's up? You sound sorta..serious. Did something happen with you? You can tell me, but I probably won't be able to hear the whole thing because Satoru's on his way-" You start, but get cut off by Nobara's sprt of panicking yet serious voice.

"When was the last time you checked your boyfriends social media?"

"Uh...Like last week? Why?"

"I really. don't want to be the one to show you this, so just check his Instagram recents," She says firmly.

"Sure."

You cut off and open Instagram. What could be so bad about Satoru's Instagram? As soon as you open it, it's smack dab in your face. What Nobara was talking about. It was a picture. Just a picture. But it was a picture that really set things straight in your head, mind, everything. It made you wake up. It was a picture of a certain girl who you not so familiar with, except for knowing that she was his party buddy everywhere he went. Satoru reassured you that she was a drinking buddy and nothing else. You thought you could believe him, but the picture said otherwise. In the picture, the girl was giving a kiss to a lightly flushed Gojo, who seemed to enjoy it. It seemed like they were at a party, but you really couldn't care less. The caption titled, "w my bae <8" That alone was enough to get your blood boiling. You immediately took a screenshot and sent it to your boyfriend, not saying anything else. Hot, fat tears streamed down your face as you stared at the picture a little longer. He never looked at you that way, you thought. He never even cared. These thoughts continued to spiral through your mind until you regained the strength to stand up and check your mail. He had promised to give you a gift. You took out the package and touched it gingerly. You opened it, only to see a ring imbedded with rose quartz and a little note that read: "Thanks." He purposely left the price tag on which let you knew that the ring costed 400,000 yen. You didn't know what kind of face you were making at this point.

You put everything back in the package, and dumped it back in your pile of endless mail, most of it from your parents and friends overseas.

You walked back into your apartment. You couldn't feel anything. Your arms and fingers were numb. Your heart was hurting. No matter how many things he bought you, he never truly loved you. It was just you who foolishly loved him. Regret filled your stomach. Those two years were just a waste of your time. You lied there for a few minutes before finally coming to your senses.

Finally, the door creaked open cautiously and Gojo entered the apartment. He didn't say a word. Neither did you. You just stared at him with pure hate. Hate for all the money he spent on you which all amounted to nothing, Hate for the fact that you were so naiive to believe that someone like him would love you, Hate at yourself for spending so much time for no reason at all. Hate for him, Gojo Satoru.

Gojo silently sat down on the chair and started speaking.

"Listen, I-" Gojo starts.

"I really don't want to hear it. I dont want to hear your stupid pathetic excuses as to why you cozied up with some girl at a party. We had plans today. I don't think you know, but it gets tiring taking care of someone like you. I do all your shit for you, yet I never get anything in return." You say.

"I may be in the wrong but you're wrong about the fact that I don't give you anything. I spend tons of money on you all the time. I buy loads of things for you, and you're saying you don't get anything in return?" Gojo says, while looking intently at you.

He really doesn't get it.

At that moment, you lost it. completely. You took all of your emotions, everything you were feeling, and threw it at him.

"How have you never realized?! I never wanted all of those material things, Satoru. I wanted your love, you affection, your care. I never got any of that. Yet you can cancel plans on me and go kiss another girl and have the audacity to post it on your Instagram. What did I do to you that made you do this? I-I Just don't understand. I hate myself for loving you. I hate you. I wasted 2 years of my life giving you my all. giving this relationship my all. All you ever did was go and party, and then try to make it up to me by buying me things. I fucking hate it. I fucking hate you. I hate you so much. So much. I loved you. I loved you so much that I couldn't even put it into words. But you never felt the same. Why did you even date me in the first place? I'm tired of carrying your shit on my back when you don't seem to care yourself. Get. Out." You spat.

He had never seen you this angry. He didn't realize how much he was hurting you. Why had he been so dumb? He glanced at the counter, where foods covered in plastic wrap sat. Were those supposed to be for him? It had to be. He felt horrible. Why did he let that girl kiss him, thinking it would be alright? Why did he make such horrible choices? What was going through his head? He thought that if he bought you things, it would make up for the time he spent away from you. Now did he only realize how wrong he was. All of your emotions filled up to the brim, and you finally let it out.

Without another word, He left the apartment.

You were now alone. Curling up into a little ball, you lied there. Soon, the apartment was filled with stifled sobs and the feeling of winter coming.