#or even easier they could do what they did with ps i hate you

[theheightofdishonor]

That's a lie?? I know because no one was happier than me that Nanfah and Pladao didn't end up together

[livelovecucumber]

a question related to your post about hitting your ugw, do you have any big regrets about your weight loss process in particular or advice you'd give to your past self (or someone with similar goals)? and, since most of us are at least partially motivated by the idea of being less of a target for negative attention if we get thinner, would you say hitting your ugw actually made your life easier socially or just came with different problems?

First of all I’ll make a separate post on my advice and what helped me get to my ugw, but as for my regrets on my journey; I regret eating the way I did. I was vegetarian at the time and ate a lot of very processed vegetarian food and meat substitutes, which is not good for you, and lacks nutritional value. I also drank a lot of caffeine. I will not be doing any of that this time around as my health got greatly affected last time.

I would also say I regret not being more mindful of others, how my 3d behaviour affected others. Others seemed like they weren’t prone to this behaviour so I could say whatever I wanted and talk bad about myself or food around them. It’s extremely egotistical to think this way bc any small thing you say can affect someone negatively. So this time around I will keep all food and self hate chat to myself and those that specifically ask. I am not a victim and shouldn’t feel sorry for myself. All that does is make my behaviour towards others distasteful, pathetic and non-compassionate.

As for how it affected my social life: I’d say it created a different problem. Food became such a central theme that I neglected my mental health and my relationships, so they collapsed. I also felt like everyone around me either seemed envious, lustful or worried, which none of those were pleasant. I felt like I was constantly being worriedly watched over by the people around me or just judged/envied by them. It was isolating. People assume you can take more shit, at they same time they feel sorry for you (or pretend to). It’s a weird thing. I found people made wayyy more comments (negative & positive) abt my body when I was underw8 compared to overw8. No one would talk about my looks when I was overw8. I was at school at the time so the social dynamics didn’t really change THAT much as we all had established relationships. But you will find people that are worth keeping, that really are there for YOU, not ur body. Those are the keepers.

PS: Don’t talk shit abt food or ur body in front of other people that don’t ask for it. It’s egotistical and you can seriously damage someone, even if they don’t say it bothers them. Just don’t do it. Don’t infect other people.

[my-corneroftheworld]

Child without love

Summary: Namor finds a marine biologist with the powers to control water and deep knowledge of the sea and is intrigued.

Word count: 1,5k

Tags: Smut!!! (no minors allowed), "water-bender" reader x Namor after the events from Wakanda forever, possessive Namor, mutant reader, asphyxiation, war, violence, harsh language, the usage of y/n, Overstimulation, Edging, I dunno if it needs a dub-con tag but imma just leave it here just in case (consent is key guys), unprotected sex (wrap it before you plow it guys), afab reader

Ps. I hope you're thirsty cuz we got some spicy scenes coming up. Also, keep in mind this is my first smut ever so it won't be perfect. If you don't wanna read it you can skip it and read the next chapter with no issue. As usual, I accept any constructive criticisms in the comments and I hope you enjoy it. Thank you as usual for all the support.

Masterlist

Chapter 4

It’s been weeks since our last encounter. After concluding our agreement I started training with Namora and sometimes even with Attuma. I always found it easier to knock him off his feet compared to her. She was fast and agile and so was he but the size difference made him the easier target. My skills developed far more quickly than ever before with the intense training. Though I'd hate to admit it to Namora, constantly getting beat down by her must have forced my power to align with my intentions. She was a great but strict teacher and I would be lying if I said I wasn't intimidated by her. Izel was present during most of my training hours, translating orders and feedback. Zyanya however usually left when it started, I don’t blame her, it was long hours and since her bump started showing, I have accepted that I might not see her after a few weeks. She has spoken to me and Izel about baby names but is still unsure what to choose. I’ve grown fond of her and Izel, I would even go as far as considering them as friends though I don't if they think the same of me.

The air was cold against my skin whiles I walked through the cave's interior. Occasionally I would stumble upon a guard and they would give me a knowing nod. This became a routine whenever I was plagued by thoughts and as a result, couldn't sleep. Everything came at night or at least I thought of it as night. Time seems to move differently here. Without clocks or the sun, I can never be sure how many days it's been. I miss the sun, the moon, the sand but I am glad I have the sea. I miss my friends and I miss Adeoye's concerned face. He would flip if he saw where I was and what I was doing. I wonder if they're looking for me or maybe they don't know that I'm missing. I hope that when the time comes I can save them.

After walking aimlessly for a while I found myself near his cabin. This wasn't my intention but I did want to see him. I wanted to ask about that night but I don't think it would be wise. What would I say? Why did you try to kiss me? Why did you stop? Even if we had kissed, what would that make me the woman who got kidnapped by a perceived god, trained to be his weapon and his side piece? It would be ridiculous to think he was interested in anything else but my power.

For all, I know this could be a manipulative tactic to keep me in line. A tactic that I am far too willing to fall for. I moved closer to the small abode; stopping at the entrance. I hesitated for a moment. I reached out and knocked on the wood near the curtain. There was no response. Nervously I gave a little "Hello?". Still no answer. I peeked past the curtain and found the cabin to be empty. I slowly walked in. Where is he? Maybe he only comes here from time to time. I guess this cabin is a bit too cozy for the ruler of Talokan. I looked over his desk and saw brown stacks of paper with some kind of writing on them. I really need to learn Yucatec Mayan. I'm sure Izel would tutor if I asked. I strolled around the room until I saw the bed and instinctively decided to sit on it. It felt so illegal, so wrong but I miss him. I just sat there looking at the room until I heard voices outside the cabin, out of panic I decided to hide underneath the bed. Not long after I saw two pairs of feet and realized it was Namora talking to him. From what I could make out from the tone of their voices they were discussing something important. Honestly, I couldn't care less because if any of them find me here I will never be able to live it down this is beyond embarrassing not to mention I'm trespassing. When Namora left the room, Ku'kulkan decided to sit by the table. I heard him sigh and then say:

"You can come out now"

A part of me didn't want to, I'd rather bury myself under this bed than face him like this but I knew that he would drag me out if I didn't, so I did. When I got up I was greeted by the man I was so desperate to see, sitting widespread with a cheeky smile on his face. He was making fun of me.

"I must admit I was surprised to find you here. I thought that a woman of science would be smarter than to enter a home uninvited."

"I didn't mean to. I just..." I stopped myself before I could admit it. My heartbeat quickened. This was a bad idea. He stood up from his chair and walked up to me. "You just what?" He looked at me with want for what, I did not know. I could feel his breath on my skin and smelled the dried saltwater on his. "I just...wanted to..." He moved his face toward mine etching ever so closely "what's wrong? Do make you nervous y/n?" I nodded fearing my voice would crack if I spoke. I moved back, stumbling on the bed as he followed. "Do you want me?" He asked. I suddenly felt like everything was too much. The room was too warm, the air too thick and he was too far away whiles simultaneously being too close. But I wanted him closer. "yes," I said in a whisper, and with that our lips met.

It was slow at first, we moved in sync with each other, and his hand began to touch my waist moving up to my chest and I his. But then he became hungry for more, he discarded my dress and started kissing my neck harshly. I could help but moan egging him he started making his way down past my chest to my already-soaked core. He parted my legs wide, seeing everything. It made me twitch with anticipation. He pushed my legs back onto my folding me slightly like a sandwich. He licked softly, slowly, and then began to increase the pace. His necklaces would graze past my thighs whiles he ate me out with precision and grace. It did not take long before I felt my orgasm approaching. I was a moaning mess wet mess beneath him and he made sure to keep eye contact which only increased the ecstasy of my experience. "I'm close" I whispered like a plea. "Don't stop"

He gave no indication that he heard nor cared for what I was saying and right when I was about to reach my peaked I realized why. He stopped and I almost cried at the sudden withdrawal. I looked at him with confusion and after a second he started his advancements again. And this became his procedure for the next hour. The ebb and flow of pleasure and denial. I was begging and crying for a release, saying I would do anything he wanted but he gave no response other than small sushes and "you can take it". I couldn't think of anything other than his tongue lapping and sucking my clit. The way his hand held my thighs up and gripped at my skin. All I knew was him and everything I worried about and everything I was didn't matter. In this moment all that mattered was him.

Suddenly he stopped and kissed my cheek before taking off his shorts and neckpieces. He moved back on top of me, kissing me as he aligned his tip before slowly pushing it in. The stretch was cathartic. My overstimulated core felt everything to the max. Like everything else, he started off slow before increasing to the most delicious pace. It did not take much for me to etch closer and closer to the edge hoping that he would let me cum. I said his name over and over again praying for him fuck me harder. The room was filled with the filthy sound of our skin slapping against each other as he granted my every wish. In my haze, I could see how my juices were all over his mouth and neck, I could see the sweat on his forehead making his hair adhere to his skin. I could hear the grunts and thinness of his breath and I knew he was close too. He pounded relentlessly as I felt the familiar electricity of my climax flush over me. He continued without missing a beat for a few moments more, leaving me crying from overstimulation, before he finished inside of me. He kissed me again between beaten breaths before I let my exhaustion take over.

[storiesundercandlelight]

Lemme seeee 👉🏻👈🏻 I’m definitely not as creative as you are but here’s a Jonathan x Reader NSFW idea 💙

How would Jonathan feel about having a student who has a crush on him? Idk maybe a medical student? Or a newly transformed progeny (not his) who he adopts?

Someone who genuinely tries to hide their crush for him out of respect but fails miserably.

Hope you’ve been well! Really missed you around Tumblr! ☺️✨

Thank you for the request! And for sticking around! I’m trying my best to post as many Vampyr fics as I can but sometimes life is… well life 🙈 I hope you enjoy!! Ps. I haven’t proof read so sorry if there’s mistakes!

Warnings: NSFW +18

The very idea was ludicrous to Jonathan. The very idea that his mind had even entertained the idea was surely a recipe for disaster.

Jonathan couldn’t help smile. He’d had his suspicions early on - the way you would without question carry out a task for him, how diligent you were with your work. The ideal student really.

He almost dismissed your subtle blushes and smiles as part of your character… almost. It was Elizabeth who had confirmed his suspicions regarding your feelings. Elizabeth’s friendship was easily mistaken for more when she had touched Jonathan’s arm, it was then he’d noticed the change, albeit subtle, on your face.

The disappointment had only lasted a few seconds at most, your professional intent quickly replacing the brief lapse in appearance. But he noticed.

He noticed because despite the fact that Jonathan too was trying to remain professional…he couldn’t help return what he hoped were feelings of more than colleagues, more than friendship.

The very idea of having any kind of relationship now - being the way he was - was something he hadn't thought about, but with a student? God above.

He had protested to no end when Edgar came to him with the notion of teaching students. "Jonathan, the hospital is understaffed, students are - and I hate to say it- cheap labour. And all too eager to please" It had made sense, Jonathan hated to admit it, but it did. He had spent days readying himself for all of the worst case scenarios, the very idea of teaching was, embarrassing to say the least.

The thought of so many young adults following Jonathan around for weeks was daunting, downright off putting. But this? These feelings he'd developed for you was something Jonathan never could have conjured up. Yet here he was - watching as you made your rounds. You were amongst the older students, old enough for it not to be out of the question, but still a good few years below Jonathan.

You were a fast learner though, always getting things right, always giving Jonathan the answers he was looking for.

It was growing closer and closer to the end of your shift, the early hours of the morning creeping in, but dawn was still a few hours away, the winter months were always easier for Jonathan, the days were thankfully longer. The sun allowing Jonathan to have a few more hours.

His feet seemed to move without him as he made his way over to you, your smaller frame shrugging on your coat as you're headed out into the front courtyard of the hospital. Jonathan reached out to grab your arm gently, a smile growing on your face as you turned to discover it was Jonathan that had stopped you.

"Doctor Reid, did you need me for something? I can come back in"

"No, no there's nothing...I was wondering if you'd like some company on your walk home?"

“Oh, I would love that - as long as it’s not getting in the way of anything you need to do” considerate as always.

“Not at all” Jonathan smiled, mindful of keeping his teeth hidden. No more wide smiles or unchecked laughter, not when one has fangs to hide. With a motion of his arm you began walking, Jonathan close by your side as you made your way over the bridge across from the hospital.

Polite chatter followed your footsteps as you discussed your day with Jonathan, he knew of course how your day went - the reports of each student were his responsibility - but he asked you anyway. God was he a fool? For listening so intently? For wanting to make you smile with funny remarks? For enjoying the soft tone of your voice?

Surely he wasn’t. He knew now your feelings must be as he suspected. His time was running out as you came to a stop in front of the building you had a rented room in. “Thank you for walking me home”

“Of course…” Jonathan trailed off as he willed his mind to conjure up some sort of excuse to keep you from going inside, some sort of way to address this… attraction.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No! Yes!…. I mean, not wrong no just…”

“Tell me”

“I’m trying to… failing rather miserably I’m afraid” Jonathan let of a deep sigh as he scanned the street, taking a moment to figure out what to say before he made a bigger fool of himself”

“If you’re looking for delicate words you know you needn’t bother with me” you smiled, lightening the mood.

“You know I’ll always try anyway…” Jonathan smiled back, now or never then. “I’ve noticed. At least I think I have anyway, the way you look at me I mean. If I’m wrong please tell me and I’ll apologise to no end, but if not… then I want you to know I feel the same way”

Well there it was, the truth of it out in the open. You watched Jonathan as he stood waiting for your answer. He was sure he’d messed up, your lack of response clearly must be a sure sine that he’d made a mistake. The apology was there on the tip of his tongue.

“Come inside”

“Are you sure?”

“Very”

The room was small but cozy, a tiny kitchenette in one corner, the door to the bathroom, the little living area adjacent to your bed. Jonathan was certain only you could create such a welcoming space. He also noted with familiarity the stacks of medical books littered across the room.

You stood for a moment unsure of yourself, unsure of your next move. Jonathan watched as you turned to him, taking a bold step closer until you were only a foot or so away from touching him. The air was thick with anticipation, you both knew what was going to happen, both wanting the same thing.

Before he could think better of it Jonathan closed the distance between you, his lips finding yours quickly. It took only seconds for you both to find the perfect rhythm, his tongue seeking out yours as your hands began to wander.

The thud of Jonathan’s coat hitting the floor did nothing to stop you as piece after piece of clothing joined the heavy fabric until you were both left exposed to the slowly warming air of the apartment. Jonathan backed you up slowly until your legs hit the side of the bed, the springs creaking only slightly as you both climbed onto the surprisingly soft mattress.

Jonathan was unsure at first, not letting his skin fully press against yours out of fear of being cold, but the winter air would be more than sufficient for an excuse. You let out a soft sigh as Jonathan positioned himself between your thighs, his lips ghosting over your skin, relishing the way you shivered beneath his soft touch.

A small huff of laughter left Jonathan as you tugged at him, clearly growing impatient. “I would have thought you’d have more patience, it’s one of your strengths at the hospital after all”

“Not when it comes to this” you muttered, pulling him again until he gave in, lowering himself down onto his elbows to kiss you before reaching between your bodies and lining himself up to your entrance.

He checked one last time before slowly pushing into you, the heat was almost too much for Jonathan. So used to the cold, no amounts of hot water could warm his skin for long but you, right now he was sure he’d never felt so hot.

The moan that slipped from your lips was more addictive than his bloodlust, with each thrust he was determined to hear more and more of them. Jonathan’s eyes roamed all over you, the peaks of your breasts, the slender line of your neck as you arched your head back, eyes closing and mouth falling open when he hit further back inside of you.

Your movements were awakening a part of Jonathan he’d almost forgotten about, the part of him that longs to be in the arms of another. The thrill of having someone pull him closer. Your breath mingled with his as your lips brushed against each others. Both of you fighting to keep what Jonathan was sure would be moans loud enough for your neighbours to hear at bay.

But his movements were becoming erratic, his hips faltering as he felt his climax drawing near. Your sudden end almost threw him over the edge but he kept his control for a few more moments before following you, his head falling against your neck as he released inside of you.

His fangs burned against his gums, begging for the blood that was pumping so close to his face, but in this moment Jonathan found it all too easy not to care. Falling beside you, pulling you into his arms was more important to him. Having a moment that seemed all too impossible both for his new life and the fact that he was technically your mentor. The thought made him chuckle.

“Something funny?” You looked up at Jonathan, your hand tracing lines below his jaw.

“Edgar would kill me if he found out about this”

The winter night outside turned to gentle snow as you both remained huddled in bed laughing quietly as what could only become a rather sensitive relationship. But one you were bother very ready to risk the lecture for.

[darkbluekies]

Silas asks #6

Previous one Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3 Warnings: bruises, unhealthy relationships, mentions of marking silas up

What if I made silas a angry steak with vinegar 😡ok that sounded werid but here's the angry steak recipe 😂vinagear sauce, microwave that steak

He'll make sure all of your meals are cooked in dishwater.

What if after the "basement session" Silas find out that now the little thing has a really strong self harm tendencies? Like she start to bite herself, physical abuse herself and not only that! She start to call herself "dirty" (or smt) and her self esteem start to go down very fast. Is Silas will help s/o with it or he'll like it? Hope not the second option <;;:(

Of course he'll hate it :( he doesn't like when you're hurt, hence why he uses the basement as a punishment and not something physical. He hates to see painful marks on your body. He loves to see you painted in bruises, but not the ones that hurt. He'll make sure to tell you how beautiful and worthy you are so make sure that you know how much you mean to him. He'll dress you up in soft, fluffy clothes until you look like a marshmallow to make sure you won't hurt yourself.

"Come here, little thing, fuck, I love you so much. Please don't think like that. You know I don't want you to be hurt. I'll make sure you get well, I'll even call a doctor if you want ... I'll do anything to make sure you're happy, okay? Tell me what to do."

I was re reading your Valentine’s Day post with and I was wondering if he would be the type of yandere to buy his darling lots of clothes and made her spend hours trying them on in front of him? Ps you’re my favourite blog on this app, your writing is amazing and I’m always excited for your next post

[I did two valentines, but I'm guessing that you mean Silas? Thank you so much, btw that makes me so happy <3]

Of course he's the type to make you into his personal little runway model. He'll sit back in a chair and watch with dark eyes, loving everyhting you put on.

"And spin ... good job. I like that one. We'll get that one. What do you mean 'it's short'? It's supposed to be. I'm the only one who will see it anyway, so why does it matter? Try next one. I'm enjoying this."

Hey how are you? I just came back from school and was watching in the gym and saw some kids practicing taekwondo, so I was wondering how would Silas react to his darling knowing taekwondo and can be his ass? Would he be amused or frustrated I just wanted to know cuz I kept thinking about it for about an hour before saying it now. I hope you had a good day :) -new anon

[I'm doing good, thank you!!]

He'd be both frustrated and amused. He would be able to playfight with you and not have to worry about you hurting yourself, but he'd be worried that you would be able to escape him easier now. If you weren't showing any signs of running away, he'd not think much about it and would enjoy getting lessons from you. If you could teach him how to be as good as you, he'd be able to protect himself and you better.

"Like this? No? Y/N, seriously, teach me. Stop playing around."

How would Silas react to a reader with a bad light sensitivity disorder? Like irlen syndrome? I have it and it realy makes me feel isalated as no one elce i have met has had it in eny form (and i have move a LOT) if u dont want to do that what about an s/o who has dislexia? (As u can probarly gess i have that to. Life is so cruel 🥲)

Whatever problem you might be facing, whether it be physical or mental, he will be there for you. If you feel that it's hard to use your eyes, he will go to every doctor to try to find some kind of glasses to help you and if there are none, he'll be your eyes. The same with spelling and reading. He'll do everything for you. You don't have to lift a pretty finger :)

I would've spent all of babygirl silas money the first day tbh

my eye is twitching at that nicknAME

Hii I just read white bunny and I thought it was so good! It got me thinking about whether Silas would carry on treating the reader gently if they improved mentally or if he would go back to the way he was treating them before they ran away?

He would continue to treat them like he is. He's terrified of hurting you again and since you seem so happy when he treats you like this ... then he'll continue. Whatever you want, he'll do for you, don't worry about it. He's here for you ... always.

Hear. me. out.What if darling (s/o? Still don't know difference) ENJOY being in a basement (I am talking about Silas by the way) I mean, they (sorry i forget if s/o (darling) has a gender) think it's something like a minute just for them. No talking, no these annoying "baby" or "little thing", no forced touching. Just you ...and cold floor.

He'll be so pissed and change his tactics. You're not supposed to like his punishments! So you like the dark and quiet? No more of that. He'll be cuffing you two together and talking to you nonstop about how perfect you are and how he's going to keep you for as long as he wants to, aka really getting into your head.

I kinda want to bite Silas, he seem so chewy and acidic, green sour patch kid, especially his cheek, let me bite Silas, I need to bite Silas-

I mean ... he'd 100% like it so go ahead, leave some marks while you're at it.

[bobbydagen24]

Harshly Honest opinion but the Creek Hate from the Fandom is unfair.

I'm going to address all the Reasons why Creek is Hated by the Fandom so Buckle up. ( ps I'm not looking for a fight so if you wanna Respectfully Debate my points I'm all ears but if your gonna act condescending or Rude about the points then your just gonna be ignored )

first off about him selling out the village

well if you examine the movie you can see it was written in such a way where his literal only choices were to do what he did or die Horribly

and how he was put into a worse situation overall than any of the other Trolls were based on what he was put through and how immediate the Danger was to him

Really no one else in the film was put in as bad a situation as he was so no one can Really Judge him since everyone else was always given the option of sitting tight and Hoping to be Rescued but Creek never was.

what ruins his Role as a supposed villain is him being plucked out of the cage and separated from everyone else early on.

as if he had say attracted Gristle and Chef's attention from when he was in the cage and approached them offering to sell out the village for his own life then I'd find that a tad easier to judge

because he still had the choice of sitting tight and waiting to be rescued with his friends but he chose to have a lack of faith in the

people he claimed to care about and instead tried to take an easier way out by Harming others even tho he had other choices.

but him being taken from the cage early on through no fault of his own and literally not agreeing until he was on the verge of being eaten alive

and then being stuffed in a tiny locket on his own with no air holes for hours on end which is basically torture I mean the poor guy was Begging for Help and Mercy when Gristle showed him to Bridget during their Date.

it just makes it hard for me to blame him tbh like even when he's reunited with a captured Poppy I don't really think he had the same option they all did.

because had he gone back on the deal I kinda Doubt Chef would have stuck him back in the cage with the others and instead likely would have just killed him in anger then and there.

so I don't think it can even be claimed that he could have gone back on the deal and still survived the movie by standing by his friends

in that moment and thus being Rescued by Bridget along with the Rest of them later on.

the problem with the movie's writing is that in order to make Creek a surprise Twist villain they unintentionally made him a bigger victim than any of the other Trolls who were captured by the Bergens.

by taking away any other choices he had in the situation that didn't Result in immediate death whereas everyone else who was captured in the film weren't put in as Hopeless a situation as he was.

its all just very iffy writing and Honestly it kinda Baffles me how the writers find villains like Barb and Crimp and Veneer to be deserving of sympathy

despite doing bad things of their own free will but hate Creek with a passion and say he deserves brutal death for giving in to very Human fear after a day from Hell with literally no other Good options.

like to anyone who Judges his actions all I have to say is what other option did he have that still would have allowed him to live in the end?

and if you can Honestly answer that without saying "" but he should have just died so the rest of the village can live ""

then I'll admit Defeat but if you are just going to say that quote above then I'll point out your literally doing the same thing your criticising him for

your Deciding other people's lives are worth more than someone else's Despite them being on equal Ground since they were all innocent people

and Deciding someone should have to die so someone else can live the problem is the fandom looks at this like its simple and black and white when it Really isn't

its a variation of the Trolley problem which is a complex question that people have thought about for years now Trolls is just a kids film at the end of the day so I don't expect it to go into this topic in Depth

but it should have been written Differently so either Creek's motives were Different or his situation wasn't so Devoid of other options for him

since literally all of his friends were given the luxury of waiting to see if they were Rescued but Creek wasn't

or it should have been changed so he got a last minute Redemption and Happy ending like maybe when Chef made that last attempt to kill Branch and Poppy During the climax

Creek finally plucks up the courage to stand up to her and Jumps out the waist bag onto her face Distracting her for long enough for the Rest of the snack pack to trip her up and send her off in the cooker like in the finished film.

and in the end Poppy and Branch and Creek share a look that means he isn't necessarily still friends with Poppy but they appreciate the situation was pretty Hopeless and he did try to Help them in the end.

but having him share a comeuppance with his captor is Honestly kinda Bizaar

Creek isn't the one to blame for the attempted Genocide Chef is mainly and also Gristle Jr

yes he was manipulated by Chef but he still had more free will in his part in the Genocide than the literal Hostage did

yet the movie lets him off the Hook in the end but sends Creek off with his captor acting more like he was her willing Henchmen than her victim.

its like if a world war 2 film Redeemed Hitler in the end and gave him a Happy ending but a prisoner in one of his camps who betrayed a Group of his own people

because they threatened to send him to the Gas chamber if he didn't is Treated like an irredeemable scumbag and is killed off.

its just insane from a writing perspective tbh.

another point is I've heard some people say he's meant to Represent Toxic positivity and frankly I don't understand that angle?

he was no more toxically posotive than the rest of the village he along with everyone else refused to believe the party could be dangerous for them

which makes him a bit ignorant but it was the environment he was Raised in he's no more or less Guilty of this Behaviour than the Rest of Pop Village

and if people are referring to his later actions then how is that toxic positivity? being scared after being held captive alone in inhumane conditions and threatened to be gruesomely murdered is toxic positivity?

I genuinely don't understand this idea?

also he's Hated on for his attitude towards Branch and yeah that is Jerky but 1. that doesn't make him an irredeemable villain Deserving of Torture and Death like a lot of fans claim

and 2. almost all of the snack pack act this way Towards Branch that isn't unique to Creek yet he's the only one Hated on for this Behaviour?

the twins literally tell Branch to his face he always ruins everything which I find to be much more insulting than what Creek said to him

Cooper literally called him a party pooper and tried to Deter Poppy from inviting him to the party which tbf Creek also Did

at best Biggie was somewhat sympathetic towards Branch but even that came across as patronising pity more than anything that wasn't Really taking his concerns seriously

so yeah the fandom making out like Creek was the sole bane of Branch's existence prior to the first movie is unfair tbh

most of the snack pack behaved this way Towards Branch because they were Raised in a toxically posotive environment and had seen Branch

be involved in no Doubt countless false alarms over the years warning them about the Bergens and he'd probably behaved bitter and antagonistic towards them in the past

like he did at the start of the first film so some of them Developed a Dislike of him which is kinda understandable in some ways.

point is this isn't unique to Creek he's no more Toxically posotive than the Rest of the village and he wasn't any worse to Branch than the others were

the only Difference is he wasn't around to Hear Branch's backstory which Gave the Gang more context on why he acted the way he did.

in short the Hate towards him is kinda Unreasonable tbh he was placed in a much more Dire situation than any other Troll in the movie in that he was much closer to death with literally no Hope of escape

not to mention the whole being stuffed in the tiny locket with no air holes or light which is literally just torture.

the whole thing that Ruins it is the writing choice to have him plucked from the cage early on and nearly eaten then and there as that puts him in a situation that no other Troll in the film was actually put in

even when Branch was nearly forced fed to Gristle at the end he still had other people around him which means he knew he could be saved and low and behold he was.

but Removing Creek from the cage and trying to eat him then and there with literally no other Hope of escape other than Doing what he did creates an unfair lose lose situation for him Really.

and sacrificing yourself for others may be noble but it is not something anyone has any Right to expect from someone else

unless they chose a job to protect the public like a cop or a firefighter which Creek wasn't he was just an ordinary civilian.

and to the people who say they Hate him for his attitude Towards Poppy when she was in the cage well I have nothing to say to that except well

it doesn't make your attitude of saying he Deserves Gruesome death any more Right

its Victim Blaming in the most covered up kid friendly form its the Trolls movie equivalent

of saying a local person Deserved to get Horribly Beat up and killed by a Group of guys simply because they acted like a bit of a smug Jerk in a pub or a nightclub.

someone's attitude does not change the circumstances of the situation a Victim can act as smug and Jerky as they like it does not change the fact that they are a Victim.

also he only acts smug in literally 2 scenes post Betrayal so the fact the fandom focuses on that

and not all of the scenes of him being portrayed as a terrified victim before Hand is kinda Blatant picking and choosing lets be Honest

its the opposite of what the fandom does with Bro zone ignoring how they actually act for most of the movie and Hyper focusing on the two scenes of them actually acting like Decent people.

anyway that concludes my lecture lol if you've made it this far here's your Reward a cute Seal meme picture 😂😂

its sooooooooooooo cute 😭😭😭😭

[proudahgase-exol]

Loving you is all I know.

Chanyeol x reader ft exo (angst)

Warning: cussing, mentioning of alcohol and cigarettes use.

Summary: you have a on/off relationship with Chanyeol It has been going on for four years now but this time it’s different you can’t take it anymore so you tell him how you really feel

Ps: if you like my work please like and reblog and comment if you like to 💞

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Y/n pov:

It happened again he ended the relationship he claimed that he was too busy to be with me but I wasn’t stupid I knew what he was up to by the many Instagram posts he would publish with another girl at clubs.

It sucked, to be honest, it hurt me so much especially since I’m his group assistant I was in charge of getting the boys from point A to point B I had to make sure they were always in time for everything so I pretty much had to see him every single day.

Now you might be asking why I always take him back and well that’s because I love him I've been in love with him since he debuted and there’s no other man like him i don’t want another man I wish I could stop loving him but loving him is all I know.

A few weeks ago he broke up with me for what feels like the million time it’s sad especially since his members pity me they give me This sad smile or when he is in the room with a new girl the boys try to make sure I’m okay.

Today I saw him again with of his many girls I can’t understand how it’s so easy for him to just throw me out like I’m garbage and even easier to come to look for me when he can’t find a new fuck toy it brakes my heart but I’m so fucking stupid that I keep letting him hurt me.

I was so sick of seeing him like that cline I was nothing like I was never part of his life when I went home I took a long bath with a bottle of wine trying to drink my pain away trying to forget his handsome face.

When I got out of the bath I got changed and walked to the back yard and sat down looking at the sky then I lit a cigarette I was never the girl that drank and smoked but after the third time of the many times Chanyeol broke up with me I try to find a way out a way to forget him and alcohol and cigarettes did the trick and every time we got back together I did stop.

As the days passed the guys started to notice a change in me I thought I had been hiding my alcohol and cigarette problem well but Kyungsoo found out he was gained to question me than the rest of the guys heard all the commotion and also started to question me luckily chanyeol still haven’t gotten here.

“Hey, have you been drinking?” Asked Kyungsoo

“N no,” I said turning away

“Yes you have I can tell and you also stink like cigarettes y/n wtf why would you do that,” he said racing his voice

“I haven’t now cat you stop,” I said turning back to face him

“Hey, what’s going on why are you guys yelling?” Junmyeon asks walking over to us

“She’s been drinking and smoking and don’t try to deny it I know what a hangover looks like and I can also tell what cigarettes smell like,” Kyungsoo said with disappointment

“Is that true? Y/n why would you do that” Minseok walking over to my side

“Don’t worry about me go get your stuff so I can tell you home” I said trying to change the subject

“Hey I know it’s about Chanyeol Hyung but don’t ruin your life like that for him trust me we hate him for what he’s been acting,” Sehun said walking up to me and hugging me

“I will get over this eventually but if this is the way it’s helping me then so let me it’s my life, not yours,” I said pushing Sehun away from me

“Hey what’s up guys what did I miss,” Chanyeol said walking into the dance practice room

“I’ll way for you outside by the car,” I said walking away as I took a brand new pack of cigarettes out of my jacket

As I was walking out the door I saw Chanyeol walking behind me but was stopped by Baekhyun and Jongin

Chanyeol pov:

I watched as y/n walked out of the dance practice room and I also saw her taking out a pack of cigarettes I turned around and asked the guys about y/n

“Hey, how long have a y/n been smoking?” I asked them

“A long time why,” Kyungsoo said

“Why didn’t you guys tell me,” I said getting mad

“You don’t care about her so what’s the point of telling you we didn’t tell her anything because we thought it wasn’t hers since she was not the type of girl to get drunk and smoke,” Baekhyun said

“I do care about her who told you I don’t,” I said getting defensive

“Dude if you did you wouldn’t have brake up multiple times you would respect her and treated her like you love her but you don’t,” Sehun said annoyed

“I know it’s none of our business but why do you keep breaking up if you're gonna end up going back to her?” Junmyeon asked

“I- I don’t know at first it was because I thought she should be with someone better but then I just liked messing around with other girls then realized that I love y/n then I went back to her but now I don’t know anymore,” I said looking at the floor

“Well either you fix your shit or you will only end up losing her for good,” Jongin said walking out of the room

I saw the way the guys walk away not looking back at me I knew they cared for Y/n I know they are siding with her because the truth is I’m the asshole I don’t know what I keep on doing this I truly love her I just got so used to this routine and didn’t saw that not only was I hurting her but also my friends and I need to fix it if I still can.

When I walked out of the building the guys were already in the car so I got in but Y/n was nowhere to be seen nor was Minseok so I asked Jongdae who was next to me and Minseok had taken Y/n out for drinks I don’t know if she drink too.

She used to be this sweet shy girl who wouldn’t drink nor smoke every time I drank she would take care of me and tell me I shouldn’t drink that much now she’s different she’s not the y/n I knew and I know I was the one who made her this way.

When we got home I was pulled to the side by Junmyeon who started to yell at me he was angry so we were there with other guys and all I could think about was if y/n was okay.

“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?” Junmyeon asked

“Sorry what did you say,” I said looking at him

“I ask if it made you feel good walking around with a different girl every week right in front of y/n do you like the way she looks at you or does it satisfy you knowing that the girl cries every day?” He asked looking at me with so much anger

“No, I didn’t know I was hurting her like that I-“ I didn’t know what else to say

“You unbelievable Chanyeol that girl is broken she’s so far gone and I know for a fact that the old y/n will never return” I saw walking past me and pushing me with his shoulder

I was so fucked I knew the boys love her she’s been with us since the beginning they care for her like family and it scares me that I’m the one who messed this up I’m the one that hurt her and I hate myself for that but I’ll try to fix it I’ll try to apologize hopefully I could do it get her back for good

Y/n pov:

After I walked out of the building I lit up my cigarette I was trying to hide my tears but I just couldn’t it hurt so much to see him so happy I felt like I was disposable like I didn’t matter to him that how he’s making me feel

As k wiped my tears I heard someone running up to me and saw that it was Minseok when he got close he took my cigar off me and turned it out then hugged me

“Hey it’s okay to feel sad you can cry don’t hold your feelings back I’m here if you ever need to talk I’m always here you know you can call me if you want a drinking buddy just call me and be like oppa telsngo for a drink and I’ll happily join you,” he said as he hugged me and kissed the top of my head

“But you get busy and tired and I don’t want to bother you,” I said wiping my tears

“It’s okay I don’t mind being tired and if I’m busy I know Sehun will love to drink with you we both know he can’t say no to a few drinks,” he said joking

“Yeah you're right but still you guys get busy and I know you get tired at the end of the day,” I said looking at him

“Don’t worry it’s alright now let’s go I know this place where they make the best good and have good alcohol what do you say? Let’s forget about everything for a while?” I asked me

“Sure let’s go but who’s taking the guys home?” I asked worried

“It’s okay I told someone that you were feeling bad and that I had to take you home so they sent someone to take the guys home now let’s go,” he said pulling me by the arm

When we were At the restaurant, we ordered our food and drink we chatted and then he asked if I wanted to talk about Chanyeol so I did I told him everything from the first time we broke up till now it hard to say it but it feels good to have told some about it than I changed the topic not wanting to talk about Chanyeol anymore so we talk about the boys and Minseok’s new girlfriend.

After a few more drinks and crying over the past Minseok took me home with the help of one of my friends when I woke up the next day my head was hurting so I got up and went to the bathroom I got cleaned up and went to the kitchen for breakfast I took my time eating than my way to get change so I can go to the boys since today they had a group meeting for their new comeback.

When I got to the building the boys were already in the lobby wetting for me and when I got close I saw Chanyeol making his way to me but a guy stopped by Baekhyun Then Junmyeon walked up to me and told me where the meeting was gonna be so we made our way there.

The whole time chanyeol kept looking at me like he wanted to tell me something but I ignored him I looked away and tried not to make eye contact with him.

After the meeting was over the boys went to their dance practice and i went to have another meeting with the managers and stuff. After it was done I went to check on the guys to see if they needed anything they told me they were all good so I walked away and on my way out the door chanyeol ran up to me and asked if we could meet up at his place to talk he said he will be quick so I agreed curiously.

After a long day of work, I went to the guys again to ask them if I was taking them or if they were gonna do something else. They said they were going out for dinner and then for some drinks so to not worry I left and my way to Chanyeol’s place.

When we arrived chanyeol was pulling up as well I waited for him in the lobby of his apartments while he parked the car. After a while he walk in the lobby and told me to follow him as we walk into the elevator we just stood there in an awkward silence until we arrived to his floor that was on the 10th floor.

When we got to the apartment he told me to make myself at home and I just scuffed but walked and took a seat on his couch a few seconds after I sat down Zzar came running from somewhere in another room and ran to Chanyeol but then turned around and run to me she jumped on the couch.

“Oh hey zzar you still remember me your such a good girl,” I said petting her

“Wow seems like she still remembers you but how can she forget the person who walked her every day and gave her delicious treats” Chanyeol said walking out to us

“So let’s cut the bullshit and get straight to the point what do you want to talk about,” I said not wanting to be here anymore

“Oh yeah umm I wanted to apologize for everything I have cussed you for all the pain I have given you I know our relationship was on/off and I also know how much I hurt you by bringing all this girl around,” he said looking down at his shoes

“Chanyeol you broke my heart no move but multiple times an apology won’t fix all the hurt you did to me,” I said getting angry

“I know I’m sorry for all the hurt I'm really sorry I wish I could fix everything I wish I could go back and not have done what I did I wish we were still together,” he said crying

“Answer me with honesty…… why did you do it in the first place? Was I a bad girlfriend? Was I bad at sex did I not satisfy you enough? Was I not pretty enough or smart? Is it my lack of experience what do all of those girls have that I don’t why do they get to go home with you and why do I get to go home and cry myself to sleep thinking I was the perfect girlfriend” I said crying

“Have you been blaming yourself all this time? Did you think every time we broke up was your fault?” He asked whipping his tears that were still falling

“Yes, every single time I thought it was me I still think so…. Is it my fault” I asked in a quiet voice

“Oh god no baby it’s never Ben your fault no once it’s always been mine I've been so greedy I thought of myself and not one of you or your feelings I know it was a dick move on my part at first I thought I would be happier in a new relationship but after a few days I regret it than I come crowing back to you and for some reason, you always took me back so I did it again until it became a habit than I saw Minseok hyung with his girlfriend and I remember you I remember how that used to be us but I had to mess it up,” he said sobbing

“Why did you do it you regret it why didn’t you stop when you felt regret why did you keep doing it” I asked confused

“Because I’m so stupid because I thought you would always take me back after breaking you but then someone told me that at some point you will get tired that you will relies on that you deserve better so I had to stop it”

“Y/n why do you keep taking me back every single time I break your heart I hurt you and yet you still receive me with open arms why,” he asked looking at me

“Because after so long of knowing you of loving you…. You kind of become my everything how loving you is all I know that’s why I always take you back” I said smiling

“Why Cigarettes why alcohol that not you at all why fuck I fucked up so bad,” he said crying harder this time

“Cigarettes and alcohol were my way of forgetting about you for a while it was like my escape from reality it made me feel numb,” I said smiling sadly

“This time I promise you I will be better I will be honest I will be the perfect boyfriend I will treat you like you deserve to be treated,” I said moving closer to me and holding my hand

“Look chanyeol I don’t think I can do this anymore I can’t trust you I can let myself fall for your lies once again I don’t think I can go through this all over again in hurt I’m tired of this cycle

I don’t want to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t love me like I love them” I said placing his dog on the couch and getting up

“Please I promise I will be better I will be the man you need and deserve please give me a chance I will be better this time I promise,” he said staying up as well

“I think you need to look for help because what you have been doing isn’t right take time off dating and messing around fix yourself,” I said looking up at him.

“If I do all that will you take me back will you give me a chance?” He begged

“I don’t know I need time to heal for all this I need time for myself I don’t want to give you hope because you did hurt me pretty badly,” I said looking away from his kicked puppy eyes

“I love you more than you think I do and I regret everything I have down I will do everything to fix everything I will fight for you I will make you fall in love with me it will be like a new start like getting to know each other for the first time hopefully I can make you fall in love with me once again and when I succeeded I will make sure to treat you like a queen to be the loyal boyfriend I should have been in the beginning I promise you that if it’s the last thing I do” he said hugging me tight

“Yeol I said it once before and I’ll say it again I love you and loving you is all I know but don’t push your luck and hope I know you are a good guy but I need healing and sometimes it might take years or forever I might move on from you.” I said giving him a sad smile

“Will you still work with us I will still get to see you right?” H eased hopeful

“This is my last week I will work for NCT there are a lot of boys that need my assistance you might see me around the building but I don’t guarantee that you will,” I said looking at him

“Oh I- “ I try to say something but stay silent

“Well, I have to go now I have a lot to prepare I won’t see you for the rest of the week I hope you have a good life and I hope you actually change l, bye Yeol I love you,” I said walking away from him and out of his apartment.

Chanyeol pov

I was so lost she was actually leaving me for good I was so late way too late for everything I should’ve apologized years earlier I should’ve never done anything I did I should’ve worshiped her when I heard her now I’m looking at her walk away from me and out my life as I did to her now it was my turn to pay for the pain I cause her it was my turn to suffer and feel everything she felt.

I was s,o stupid why did I think she would take me back like before Kyungsoo was right she would get tired and give up on me and she did she relished she deserved better and walked away and I didn’t blame her but I won’t give up I will fight for her I will wing her over and make thing right this time. For now I’ll be fixing myself first hopefully she doesn’t move on but if she does I won’t be mad I will make sure this new person in her life treats her better than I ever did.

- sorry if there’s any errors 🥺

[monimccoythings]

Arlong x Healer!human!reader Part 1

I will keep writing as long as I get this ideas, these will be all unconnected, just oneshots. I have some stories I would like to try however I've come to find that it is really difficult to write Arlong with a human reader, since he is so bigoted and hateful of humans, I also worry I'm going to make him too ooc for my taste. But I'm slowly getting comfortable with what I want to write and how I want to write it.

PS: Since this bitch of a website only allows a limited amount of characters, this one will have to be cut in half.

Tw: mentions of blood.

The only thing your Island had ever known was peace. Anyone with good intentions was welcomed there. Fishmen and humans lived together comfortably, there were even mixed couples with hybrid children running around. No fight got too serious and no race thought about submitting the other, because all of the villagers understood and knew too well what it was to be subjugated.

Since your mother arrived with you to this island several years ago, you had used your ever growing knowledge about medicine to help your neighbors and friend's lifes get a bit easier. You felt a bit proud of the small clinic you had established and wouldn't change your quiet life for anything in the world.

But one day things changed.

There had been a terrible storm the night before, and some things had been carried over to the sea, nothing too serious, just some furniture, some cloths and part of the roof of a barn. But still, people would want them back, so you decided to help them a bit.

That's when you saw him. A huge unmoving mass laying on the shore. 'He must have been brought by the tides' you thought. Your healer instincts immediately kicked in, he looked like he had been pretty battered. He had very ugly looking cuts, and seemed to have lost a lot of blood. Still, he seemed to be breathing, though with several difficulties. You had to act quick.

You called for Omar, your fishman friend, since he was too big and heavy for you to carry around without risking a back ache. Things seemed normal, just another patient to help. Little did you know that you had bit off more than you could chew.

The second he was laid on the bed, he magically sprung alive and lunged at you like a wild animal, his eyes madly moving one side to the other, baring his teeth and foaming at the mouth. The only thing stopping him from tearing you to pieces was the quick intervention of your friend, who even his prime, was barely able to contain that sharkman's fury. "How is he able to do this?? he is on the verge of death!" You couldn't answer. You found yourself unable to, because the look of deep hate coming out of that fishman's eyes had rendered you speechless. Nobody had looked at you that way. Ever.

After a bit of struggling, the man fell unconscious again from exhaustion. But your heart was still beating furiously inside your chest. If Omar hadn't been there... No. There was no time to think about that, he needed your help. Whether he wanted or not.

Your friend didn't seem so convinced when you decided to send him home to his family. He was reluctant to leave you alone with a dangerous patient. You quickly reassured him that as long as he was unconscious everything would be fine, and if things got rough you would call for him immediately.

After he left, you immediatly went back to action, getting all the materials needed to clean his wounds and start a blood transfusion. You wisely decided that fishman's blood would be the most appropiate given his inherent hostility towards humans. Still, the amount you had wouldn't be enough to make him healthy again. Guess you'd have to call your friend back after all.

As you were cleaning his wounds you couldn't help but marvel at the bulging muscles underneath your cloth. This fishman was enormous, even bigger than some of your neighbors. Gosh, he barely fit into your biggest bed. You shook your head, this was not the time to fantasize, you had to call your friend back and several other fishmen from the village. It was going to take a while...

After several days waiting quietly near his bed with your very overprotective friend by your side, the mysterious fishman seemed to regain consciousness at last. And boy did you regret it.

He was the most hateful, abrassive, headstrong, and rudest patient you ever had the displeasure to meet. How anyone could be so full of hate, you didn't know. At least he wasn't attacking you, he was probably feeling weak due to those days he spent unconscious. Or maybe it was because your friend was always there, supervising, just in case.

Arlong, as he was named (or as he had barked at you when you politely asked) had a deeply rooted hatred for humans, considering you all the scum of the earth and an inferior race to exploit and control. When you told him this island was based on peaceful coexistence between human and fishmen, he was outraged calling it shameful for the fishmen people.

When Omar's hybrid kid, Corcho, came by to bring some food to his Papa, Arlong's face morphed into a sneer of disgust. You had to ask him, because since the child was part fishman, he shouldn't have had any trouble with him. To which he answered that it was the child's fishman half what had kept him from pouncing at him.

You couldn't keep quiet anymore, and decided to call him out on his extremly bigoted behavior towards people that just wanted to help him. He scoffed at you, saying that you humans were just mud for Fishmen to step on.

You snapped at him that you didn't understand how someone could still choose to hate when there could be a chance of both races living peacefully, it was plain stupid. That seemed to do it.

With a snarl and a surprising speed for someone in his frail state he grabbed you by the neck. Omar quickly adopted a protective stance in front of his child, ready to attack without risking your safety.

"You should watch your tongue, human." He spat the last word as if it was venom. His webbed fingers applied the smallest of pressures to your neck, signaling you that he could do much worse if he wanted to. You watched with steady breaths how his eyes scanned your face, in search of fear, pupils dilating like a predator when his eyes met yours. For a second, nobody dared to utter a word, both of you lost in each other's eyes. He carefully sniffed you, and when he found no trace of fear, he harshly let you go with a grunt which turned into a wince of pain.

Omar quickly pulled you away from him, but you barely acknowledged his presence. Your focus was on the wounded fishman in front of you. You tentatively approached him, ignoring your friend's protests. "Don't touch me." He warned, panting. Desperate, you tried to give him something to drink.

"You are hurt, have a glass of wa-" "I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP, HUMAN." He bellowed at you, slapping the glass out of your hand. After a couple of minutes he started breathing normally again. But the memory of what had just happened hung heavily over the room. Arlong was violent, abrassive and a menace to humankind, but you couldn't ignore him in his time of need due to your Hippocratic Oath. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place. What exactly had you gotten yourself into?

[oh-my-may]

I FINISHED CHAPTER 12! (Basically... PS says I have like 7% remaining and that is probably gonna be leaving the Gold Saucer again so... yeah)

I HAVE THOUGHTS BRO.

Zack??? ZACK FAIR??? How dare you be the most beautiful gorgeous cute man ever. His sections always manage to have me tear up. The ending of this game is SO gonna hurt me my god.

My date was with Aerith... which i didn't mind but Cloti for the win you know. Aerith, girl, Zack is somewhere out there!

Didn't bother with any of the new minigames at the Saucer yet, since I wasn't a fan of a lot of them the first time around. Will probably only do it after finishing main story, since some of the exchangeable rewards are very nice.

Loveless was wonderful. Teared up seeing Jessie again. The song was so moving. The party acting as the main cast had me rolling tho. THE WAY YOU COULD CHOOSE BARRET AS YOUR TRUE LOVE? They're so unserious. The little game mechanics were a little confusing tho. I swear I don't have a left-right-weakness but this part had me questioning. Managed to get score A but still... wish there would havd been earlier triggers that told you what button to press... but maybe that's just me.

BUT THE COLOSSEUM HAD ME QUESTIONING EVERYTHING. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BASICALLY 6 ROUNDS OF FIGHTING BACK TO BACK AND THERES ONLY ONE OPPORTUNITY TO CHANGE YOUR EQUIPMENT. The first two rounds were easy, when they brought put the Tonberry I was having war flashbacks to the boss fight in Corel. Didn't expect a round 4, but Aerirh and Phoenix came through for me <3

THE TURKS AGAIN THO??? Listen, I'm a proclaimed Turks lover okay. I love them. My pookies. BUT YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME FIGHT THEM A THIRD TIME NOW?? Elena is always easier to handle, Rude kinda annoying still but we got through it. Wanted to take this opportunity to say how much I love Elena being such a hater. And her having the most bone chilling horror movie scream when you land a hit or pressure her. Queen.

BUT THEN RUFUS??? ALONE AS CLOUD??? I was gnawing at the bars of my enclosure bro. I hate blonde men. Had to restart several times to get his patterns down. Was very upset with my inability tp dodge, usually I play my fights pretty head-on offensive... I was shaking crying throwing up until I had Rufus down to like half his health. Kujata on Cloud really helped me idk. Darkstar was annoying, but got him down eventually after using Clouds Limit TWICE. Almost died when Rufus was only like 3% HP remaining. The way I was shaking when it was finally over... damn. Never wanna do that again but I had already heard that the Rufus fight was pretty annoying...

Cait's betrayal was nothing new to me, I did know about it. Still made me sad ofc. THE WAY YOU CAN'T PLAY WITH HIM AFTERWARDS? I'm heartbroken.

Now it's off to the Temple/The Promised Land. Very curious what the last 2 Chapters are gonna bring. Heard 13 was quite long, but I wanna try and play it all now without any more interruptions... gonna play side quests and minigames later. Maybe I'll even be able to finish this weekend, which would be nice. I'm on vacation next week and won't be home...

So that's that. Enjoy some screenshots I took during this chapter!

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Oooo! Bloodline was so good! How about a Laurel x fem student outcast reader version? Where Laurel masquerading as Marilyn tries to fight her feelings for outcast reader but after a night of passion, lovestruck reader ends up pregnant with Laurel's child. When she finds out Marilyn is actually Laurel that hates outcasts she's devastated thinking Laurel just used her for sex and can't love her because reader is an outcast.

Once reader's family and friends finds out she's pregnant with the Gates child they're so set on her getting rid of the baby but reader can't destroy or let go of a baby that's half of her lover, so she cuts off contact with everyone and moves away so she can raise her baby in peace.

Not long after she's given birth, Laurel finds her one night, breaking in, scaring reader half to death, reader thinks Laurel wants to kill her but as Laurel is pinning reader down to kiss her, their child wakes up and cries in the other room. And I'll let you work your magic from there lol

PS: Laurel had no idea that reader got pregnant till the baby cries

Yesss!!! Here it is!!!! I hope you like it!!!! I have to admit that it's so funny to write that kind of requests ;) Sorry about the language mistakes :))))))

Changing destinies

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Intersex Laurel (she has a dick), smut, fluff, angst, pregnancy, bad choices, mentions of alcohol…

Word count: 7,937

Summary: You’re in love with her and you’re sure she is too. But maybe thing aren’t like you think, maybe she is not who you think she is….

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Done,” you said triumphantly, leaving the watering can on the floor. Marilyn Thornhill, your teacher looked at you and smiled, somewhat surprised.

You always stayed after class to help her with her plants. You could be passionate about botany, a kind girl who only wanted to make life easier for her teachers. Of course it wasn't like that.

You were crazy about her since she came to teach in Nevermore. It wasn't an impossible, unattainable love. One night, while you were walking, you saw her in the conservatory, very focused on her plants. You scared her, as usual, and you stayed to chat for a while. It would be a minor fact if after two hours of laughter and flushed cheeks, she hadn't kissed you. But she did, she kissed you, you kissed her. For you it was like a dream come true, for her it was a mistake, something to be ashamed of.

She told you that you were her student, that that couldn't be possible. You insisted, you were 21 years old, you were old enough to know what you were doing, but she didn't want to get carried away. Even so, your relationship did not change. You still had a very special bond and even if you didn't manage to catch the redhead off guard, you could maybe give her a kiss.

It was frustrating to watch her deny her own feelings, but you didn't give up. You knew they were there, you were convinced of it. You were the most insistent, stubborn girl in Nevermore, and Marilyn knew it, and she allowed it.

You approached her, taking a quick look around her and kissed her softly on the cheek. The redhead sighed and she shook her head.

“I love helping you, Marilyn…” You whispered in her ear. You immediately noticed how her cheeks began to blush.

“(Y/N), don't do that,” she told you, pulling away a bit.

“What”

“You know what…” she said to you, shaking her head. You laughed, coming back closer.

“To whisper in your ear?” You asked with a childish tone. She turned her back on you and nodded.

“You know we can't. We always talk about this and I always tell you the same thing, (Y/N), it can't be possible… It’s, it's not right,” she told you. Her tone of voice gave her away. She seemed to be struggling with herself to utter those words. You were starting to get a little desperate, but you weren't going to give up so easily.

“As you wish, Marilyn…” You whispered again, grabbing her by the waist from behind and giving her a timid kiss on the cheek.

Surely she was already shaking, but you decided to feign some indifference and leave the building.

Every day was like this. Quite direct hints, shy kisses and suggestive words. If the redhead was in a good mood, she would return your caresses, your kisses. Other times she would simply put a hand on your chest to stop you, or she would turn her back on you asking you to leave. It was like a fairground roulette, but you liked to play, in case one day you were right and knocked down her absurd concerns.

One afternoon, Marilyn was colder than usual. She was reading an old book while you were watering the plants. She didn't look like she was in a good mood, so you decided not to act that time, to leave her alone.

“Um, Marilyn…” You said when you finished your homework. She didn't even look at you. “It’s done.”

“Very good, thank you, (Y/N)…” She said with a sigh. She seemed sad, angry about something. You didn't want to ask. Simply, after several failed attempts to get her attention, you left the conservatory. She had been like this for a while, head down, sad. You didn't know why. It could be your fault, your constant insistence on stealing a kiss or a caress. It seemed unlikely.

That distant and cold attitude made you start to worry. You didn't even stay in the conservatory with her in the afternoons anymore. It was as if she was running from you, as if she was really trying hard to suppress her feelings. You couldn't bear the uncertainty. You no longer ate, you did not sleep. You were missing something, you were missing her. You were in love and you were convinced that she was in love with you too. You had to do something or you would be consumed by doubts.

Knowing the risk that this entailed, you headed to her room.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” Marilyn asked as she opened the door. You smiled and shrugged.

“I've come to see you,” you said joking. The redhead looked around her and pulled you into the room.

“You can't be here…” She sighed worriedly, closing the door immediately.

“Well, here I am,” you kept joking.

“What do you want?”

Her tone was brusque, annoying, but you had to hold your ground, to be sure of yourself. You had gone there for something.

“I just want to know what's happening to you lately…” You said, relaxing your expression. “You don't look at me anymore, you don't talk to me, you don't want me to keep you company in the conservatory… Why?”

She turned, avoiding your gaze.

“It's nothing…” She sighed, obviously lying.

“Is it my fault?” You wanted to know. You feared an affirmative answer, you feared that she had finally made the decision to stop flirting with you, or rather to let you flirt with her. You were shaking, but you didn't want to show it.

“No, (Y/N), it's not your fault,” she replied, sitting up on the bed. You came over and sat next to her. “It's just that… You… Well… That we… I don't know how to explain it.”

Your stomach dropped at those words. Something was going through her head, and it had to do with you.

“That you are my teacher, that I am your student that… Blablablabla. I know, Marilyn... Yes, if I'm overwhelming you... Well, I would accept if you told me to go to hell.”

She shook her head and looked at you, smiling.

“It's not just about that, (Y/N)... Well, in part it is, but... I'm sorry, (Y/N), it's difficult for me to talk about it.”

“For me it’s not. It's very easy to talk about it, you just never want to do it,” you said, crossing your arms.

“I've already told you it's complicated!” She shouted unexpectedly. You threw your body back, scared. Marilyn seemed to realize her abruptness and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.”

“It's okay,” you said with a shaky voice. “I have an idea!” You yelled, clasping your hands together. She freaked out a little, but she smiled curiously.

“What idea?” She asked with a frown.

“You say that it is difficult for you to talk about it. Well, I have the solution,” you said, getting up from the bed. “Wait for me a moment redhead, I'll be right back.”

You ran down the hall to your room, where your roommate was sleeping peacefully until you burst through the door.

“(Y/N), damn it… What are you up to this time?” The girl asked, half asleep.

“Nothing, Yoko, go to sleep now...” You whispered, picking up a bottle that you had stored in a drawer.

You knocked on Marilyn's door again and walked in with your hands behind your back.

“Well, (Y/N)? What is that fantastic idea?” Marilyn asked with a smile. Somehow, she seemed to be a little calmer. When she saw what your plan was, that attitude would change completely.

You nodded, biting your lip, and comically displayed the bottle.

“Tequilaaa,” you said with a low voice. She widened her eyes a lot. Her expression was just the one that you expected.

“Tequila? Have you gone crazy? Do you know how many rules are you breaking, (Y/N)?”

You agreed with amusement, while you were looking for two glasses around the room.

“Are you going to rat on?” You asked ironically. She crossed her arms and frowned.

“You can't drink alcohol, (Y/N),” she told you seriously.

“Of course I can, I'm 21 years old,” you said, locating two glasses and handing one to the redhead.

“You're a student, you can't,” Marilyn replied. Her expression was serious, but she did nothing to stop you from filling her glass.

“When I feel unable to express my feelings I drink a couple shots. It's easier for me that way. Try it, maybe it works,” you said, serving yourself.

“(Y/N)…” She whispered, raising the glass to her nose. “This smells like hell.”

“Sorry, it's a cheap one…” You said joking.

Finally the redhead drank, staring at you. You laughed and did the same.

“You're going to get me fired…” She said with a disgusted face.

“If you don't say anything, neither do I,” you teased, refilling her glass.

A couple of shots later, you were sitting on the bed, your back against the wall. Neither of you said anything. Normally a few drops were enough for you to confess all your secrets.

“Well…” You said, slurring your words a bit. “Do you want to tell me what's wrong with you?”

She put the glass down on the table and sighed. Her cheeks were somewhat red from the liquor, but she remained composed.

“Okay… I'll start then,” you said, putting down your glass as well. Marilyn looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“You?”

“Yes… Marilyn…” You said, bowing your head. You were going to make a very important confession. The alcohol was rising in your throat, but you were sure, you knew what you wanted to say. “I will be brief… I love you…”

She didn't say anything, she just looked at you stunned, picking up the glass again and bringing it to her mouth.

“(Y/N), I… I wish I could… No, no, this is not right… You have, you have to forget it,” she said, with what looked like tears in her eyes.

“Deny it if you want to, Maris,” you said in her husky voice, turning to her. “I know you feel the same.”

“Of course I feel the same,” she said nervously. You didn't expect that, and you blinked, looking at the glass and shaking your head. “But we can't...”

“Fuck, why?” You asked, getting to your knees on the bed. “I love you and you love me, where is the problem? If it's because you're my teacher, don't worry, this year is my last one at Nevermore. We won't have to worry about that anymore.”

“You don't understand, (Y/N). It's not about that...” She said, whispering, as if she were ashamed of her own words. “We are from different worlds...”

You opened your mouth wide, surprised.

“What? What kind of bullshit is that?” You asked.

“It's not bullshit, (Y/N). Normies and outcasts can't… They shouldn't be together.”

“Who says it?” You asked, getting closer. Marilyn was going to answer you right away, but she backed out at the last moment.

“Things are like that, (Y/N), it's how the world has to be…” She whispered, with a slightly… darker tone.

You shook your head and climbed into her lap. She avoided meeting your eyes, but she didn't pull you away from her.

“Tell me you're not serious, that you don't feel anything when I'm here, on top of you…” You said, approaching her mouth. “When I whisper in your ear… When I kiss you…”

Without giving her time to respond, you kissed her furiously, passionately. She was slow to react, but she kissed you back, grabbing your face with her hands.

“(Y/N), stop…” She said to you while your kisses went to her neck. “We can't… It's forbidden. I shouldn't do it...”

You shook your head. Her expression was one of horror, but her movements and breaths were aroused with longing, with desire.

“Who forbids it to you?” You asked, swaying your hips as you undid your shirt. You would not stop even if she begged you, and even more so when you began to notice a bulge that rubbed against your crotch and became more and more noticeable.

“Well, my, my…” She said in an almost inaudible tone before letting herself go and wrapping her arms around your waist. “Fuck… I'm going to go to hell…”

“Great, we'll go together, I've always been very cold,” you said unbuttoning your bra. Marilyn watched your body as her breaths became heavier and heavier. Her grip on your back tightened, pulling you so you could feel more of her body.

“You…. You are beautiful,” she told you, caressing your bare chest while she kissed your neck. The movement of your hips increased, and you bit your lip when you felt a strong pressure between your legs.

You laughed and pulled away, lying on her bed. The redhead moved, unbuttoning her blouse and tossing it across the room. Now she was on top of you, kissing you passionately, running her hands all over your body. You were panting, heated by excitement and alcohol. You could taste the tequila on her lips, but you knew she was doing it because she wanted to, you could feel how she was sweating, how the bulge between her legs was fighting to get out.

“Do you love me?” You asked, as Marilyn took off your pants. “Please, I need to hear it...”

She straightened up on top of you, looking at you with a strange expression.

“Yes, (Y/N)…I…love you,” she confessed, before disposing of her own skirt. It seemed that it hurt her to admit it, she didn't even give you time to enjoy those words, she was already kissing you again. “I love you, sweetheart…” She said in your ear, lowering your underwear. This time you could hear it clearly. You had tears in your eyes from the emotion of having heard a true confession.

She lowered the only remaining piece of clothing as well and launched herself back into your body, this time with her length rubbing across your thighs. The feeling was incredible. You've never felt anything like it. You moaned long before the situation was conducive to it.

“Please, Marilyn... Take me... Make me yours,” you said with a pleading tone, while she gently bit your nipples.

Marilyn looked at you and nodded, lining up the tip of her dick with your entrance. She seemed desperate, anxious, nervous. Surely a lot was going through her head. Before complying with your wishes, she shook her head away a bit.

“Wait, wait, I have to take one…” She said. You grunted and sat up, kissing her and making her fall back on top of you.

“Do it now... Please... I need you,” you said, almost losing your nerves because of the anguishing wait for her. She hesitated, but she nodded, returning to her previous position.

Little by little she introduced the tip into you, closing her eyes as she let your body get used to that not exactly small intruder.

“Damn, Marilyn... it's, it's big...” You said between moans, feeling how she slowly penetrated you, stretching your walls little by little. The redhead looked at you with an amused smile.

“Do you like it, (Y/N)? Do you like how mommy stretches your little pussy?” She asked with darkness in her voice.

You opened your eyes and looked at her strangely. You had never heard her talk like that, but you didn't care, in fact, you found it arousing.

“Oh, yes,” you said, moaning. “Yes!”

Slowly, after your body got used to her full length, you started to move, motioning for her to do the same.

“You're so tight, honey... You're incredible...” She gasped as she moved with a slow, but very intense rhythm, making you feel each one of her thrusts. Her hands caressed your legs, holding them so she could handle you just the way she wanted.

You let yourself be dominated. It was what you had been dreaming of for so long. Your moans were almost desperate, while your hands moved wildly, grabbing the sheets, caressing her, her body… The sensation of seeing her breasts while you felt her inside you made you scream. Marilyn released you and put a hand over your mouth.

“Silence, my love…” She whispered to you. You nodded.

Then her pace increased a bit. Her dick slid easily inside you. You were so wet that even size wasn't an issue for a girl who had never been with a man. The atmosphere emanated an unbridled passion, suppressed for too long.

That was what her gasps, her moans, her obvious and "hard" arousal told you. She must have been wanting it as long as you, or almost.

Marilyn sat up without stopping moving and put a hand on your crotch, gently rubbing your clit. That made you scream again, but you were quick and covered your mouth. She smiled as you watched her move inside of you. Her moans were soft, like sighs, but they were rough and desperate as well.

“Hold me, please,” you said, noticing the lack of heat from her body on top of yours. She looked at you with a frown. She seemed like she didn't feel like doing it very much.

“Shhh, calm down my girl… Mommy takes good care of you…” She said, increasing a little. You bit your lip while looking into your lover's eyes, without losing detail of her expressions.

“Please… I think, I think I'm gonna…” You said with a broken voice, feeling how your hips began to move by themselves. You knew that feeling. You were terribly close.

“Are you going to cum, my love?” She asked with a wicked smile, as she raised one of your legs over her shoulder. She asked it to make you suffer. Immediately her pace slowed so much that she seemed about to stop. “Calm down, darling... Calm down...”

You protested with a grunt as you pulled back the sheets. She seemed to enjoy your despair. The heat from her inside your body sent hundreds of electrical currents to your extremities. You must have looked pathetic, because Marilyn finally agreed to your request, hugging you again.

You wrapped your legs around her waist while you felt her breath and her discreet and disorderly moans in your ear. Her rhythm grew and her hips seemed to dance as she entered you. That was too much for you, you had no choice but to let your whole body explode. You couldn't suppress a cry when you felt your orgasm. She didn't bother to shut you up either. Your body hugged her dick with each jolt of pleasure.

“My love…” Marilyn hissed.

The redhead came out of you and grabbed your wrists, pulling you on top of her. She looked at you with desire, with passion. As she kissed you, she placed the tip back at your entrance. Knowing what she wanted, you let yourself fall gently, noticing her inside you again.

You liked that position even more than the previous one. As your hips moved and she entered you, you could hold her, she could hold you. It was perfect.

“Marilyn…” You gasped, seeing how her own movements became erratic, disorderly. She opened her eyes and looked at you. Her forehead sweated, her eyes sparkled. You knew it was a matter of time before she broke out too. “I love you…”

She smiled as she increased the pace by moving your hips up and down.

“Me too, (Y/N)…” She whispered in your ear. “You are so good… You take it so well…”

After a few moves, now a little more...Romantic? She started freaking out again and grabbed you by the hair. You hissed in pain, but also in pleasure.

“I can't take it anymore, (Y/N). I'm going to do it… I, I'm going to cum…” She said panting. You nodded and moaned just thinking about the sensation you were going to experience.

“Do it, Marilyn… I want, I want to feel how you fill me up…” You whispered suggestively.

At those words, her entire body tensed and she let out an even louder moan. You noticed how the heat invaded your body, how her cum filled you. It was something incredible, something you didn't expect to be so pleasurable. You enjoyed so much that you even had another little orgasm.

When she finished, she tried to catch her breath and rested her head on your shoulder, still without leaving you.

“What have we done, (Y/N)…” She sighed with a broken voice. You felt a little sting in your heart when you heard words that sounded like regret, but you soon ignored it and smiled, moving a little.

“What we wanted... What we wanted... Please, Marilyn, tell me you don't regret it,” you said, hugging her too, noticing how the liquid ran down your leg.

“No, I don't regret it, (Y/N)…” She said with an uncertain voice. “I don’t regret it.”

After that night, everything changed. At last your relationship was more like what you were looking for. Marilyn still didn't seem very sure of what she was doing with you, but each one of her kisses, which you could now give her without fear, made her change her mind.

Everything was going well. Little sexual encounters in the library, under the conservatory desk. It seemed as if it was easier for her to make love to you than to tell you that she loved you. You always excused her, you thought it was only because of the unworthy relationship that existed between a teacher and her student. You would never have believed what was really going on.

“Do you want some gum?” Your roommate asked. You shook your head while fanning yourself with your hand.

“I'll pass… Hey, is it me or is it too hot here?” You asked, taking off your uniform jacket. Yoko looked at you surprised.

“Heat?” She asked, holding back a laugh. “It's freezing cold, (Y/N), we are in November.”

“Well, I'm hot…” You said, noticing how you started to sweat.

“You've been really weird lately…” Your friend said, causing you to look at her perhaps a bit abruptly.

“Weird? Why you said so?”

You were scared You didn't want anyone to find out about you and Marilyn's relationship. A month and a half had passed since your first time, and from that day on your nocturnal escapades increased in frequency. But Enid Sinclair, the gossip queen of Nevermore, hadn't posted it on her blog yet, which meant Yoko hadn't found out you were sneaking out at night.

“Well, this morning I thought you were leaving us all without bacon for breakfast…” She told you, amused. You sighed in relief.

“What's wrong? I was hungry,” you said joking.

“If you keep eating at that rate, you're going to have to ask Weems for a uniform one size bigger.”

“Shut up,” you said, nudging her.

While you were having a fun fight with your friend, Marilyn came up from afar and cleared her throat to be noticed.

You both looked at her. You let go of your friend's arm, you held it between her teeth, and you tried to appear normal.

“Hello, Miss Thornhill,” Yoko said. The redhead smiled and then looked up at you. You made incomprehensible gestures towards the vampire so that she would leave and she looked at you strangely.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” She asked. You sighed and shook your head.

“Go away, you stupid bloodsucker…” You whispered. Marilyn laughed, especially at Yoko's face.

“Calm down, calm down, (Y/N),” the redhead said, shaking her head. “It's just a moment. You see... I have to go pick up an order for seeds in a town a bit far from Jericho, but my car won't start, you have a car, right?”

You nodded, a little disappointed.

“You want me to go for them. Well, now I'm going,” you said getting up from the bench where you were sitting. She put a hand on your chest, giving you what looked like a receipt.

“Oh, no, no. They won't be ready until this afternoon. Don't worry, there's no rush,” she said, winking at you and moving away from her.

“Thornhill's errand girl,” your friend mocked. You looked at her with fire in your eyes and pushed her a little with your telekinetic powers, throwing her off the bench.

“Uh…” The vampire protested, sitting back down, rubbing her butt. “Hey, by the way, have you heard about the last news?”

“Oh, what…” You asked tiredly. You didn't like rumors. At any moment you would be one of them.

“Wednesday Addams has been expelled.”

When the sun began to go down, you decided to go for the order that the redhead gave you. You didn't understand anything about what had happened with Wednesday, but you didn't care much either. You always remained oblivious to the rumors of Nevermore.

You came back singing, with the music at full volume. The car was a good place to feel happy about everything you were experiencing. Your stomach attacked again, roaring mercilessly.

“Damn, I'm hungry again…” You complained, taking a chocolate bar that you had in the mess of your car.

When you arrived at Nevermore, you immediately noticed something disturbing. A lot of students and teachers were at the door. You looked surprised and parked. They all looked scared. More students were coming out of the doors, fleeing in terror from something.

You slowly approached the crowd, looking for one of your friends. Ajax, the pitiless Gorgon from Nevermore, was the one you spotted first.

“Hey, Ajax, what's going on here?” You asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. The boy turned scared.

“(Y/N), thank goodness you're here, we've all been looking for you and…”

“I was running an errand,” you said, interrupting his babbling. “What the hell is going on?”

“It's Thornhill,” he said dryly, his eyes mysterious. You stepped back and frowned. “She was behind everything, the monster, the deaths of normis in the town… And that's not the worst, she's not even called Marilyn Thornhill. Her real name is Laurel Gates.”

“Laurel Gates? From the Gates family?” You asked astonished. Naturally you didn't believe any of that. That family disappeared, it was just impossible.

“Yes, she faked her death and now she says that she is going to kill all the outcasts…”

“Have you gone crazy?” You asked with a disgusted face. “What the hell are you saying?”

“It's the truth, (Y / N)… I think… I think, I don't know how, but I think she has managed to resurrect Joseph Crackstone,” Ajax said, placing a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.

“You're crazy…” You said, running towards the school to check if those ravings were true.

There was no one. Nevermore  was completely deserted. You walked through the halls looking for an answer, but there was no one who could give it to you. Cautiously, you looked out into the courtyard. There was a ruckus there. The straggling students fled the place in terror. You didn't want to go out, because you saw something that made your heart break into pieces.

It was her, Marilyn. You were sure it was her, but without her glasses, without a single trace of kindness on her face. She was walking alongside the devil himself. Jericho founder Joseph Crackstone. You leaned against the wall, horrified. Ajax was right. It had been her all along. Marilyn Thornhill didn't exist, she was and always had been Laurel Gates.

“You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment, what it means for my family,” Laurel said, walking close to the pilgrim.

“Silence, woman! Get out of here before I rip your tongue out of your filthy mouth!” That demon yelled.

You listened to everything hidden in the hallway. Fighting not to shed tears. She had lied to you, she had cheated on you, and surely, she hated you, like the rest of the outcasts. It was becoming more and more evident that she only used you.

“Never meet your heroes,” the redhead said, quickly heading towards your position. She didn't see you, she passed by. There was no one else in that place. You felt rage, anger, you couldn't just shut up.

“Laurel,” you said. The redhead turned and widened her eyes when she saw you behind her.

“Honey, what are you doing here? What about the order I asked you for?” She asked, pretending a sweet voice.

“I've been quick. Don't bother to keep lying. I know everything,” you said hissing.

“Honey, I… I can explain…” She said, approaching you.

“Don't get any closer!” You yelled, holding out your hand in front of you, threatening to use your powers. Your tears began to fall on the stone floor. “You have deceived me... You have made me believe that you loved me when you really hated me, you hate all the outcasts.” She shook her head, unable to utter a word in defense her.

“That's not true… I, I don't hate you, (Y/N), I just wanted to save you from suffering. It has been hard for me to accept that I am in love with an outcast, but I am, honey, I love you…”

“You lie! You lie, you lie, you lie!” You yelled desperately. Laurel took advantage of your anger to get closer. “That's why you didn't want to be with me, that's why you didn't want to have anything with me, because you knew that sooner or later you were going to kill me, but of course, it was okay if you could fuck me from time to time, right? It's what I've been to you all this time, a fucking toy!”

“No, no, that's not true, if you let me explain…” She told you, trying to calm you down, holding your wrists.

You wriggled out of her grasp and with a cry of desperate rage, delivered a resounding slap across her cheek. Your eyes were red and your hand ached. She looked at you startled, placing a hand on her wounded cheek. Her eyes were pitiful, wounded. You did not give importance, not even to the idea that she was a terrible murderer and you had just slapped her.

Laurel reached for her hand to you, but you backed away, running for the exit, crying like you never had before.

“Wait...Wait...Wait, please!”

Her screams didn't stop you, you kept running until you joined your companions. You would not see her again after that night.

You were at your parents' house. Nevermore had suspended classes and had sent students home. You were sitting on the sofa, tired, exhausted. You had begun to eat a lot and sleep little. Life was very difficult for you. The memory of Marilyn, or Laurel was still very present in your heart. Despite everything you couldn't forget her, you couldn't stop loving her.

“The authorities remember that the fugitive responds to the name of Laurel Gates. This dangerous murderer managed to escape from the police van when she was being transferred to the Jericho police station. If you see her, contact the police through this phone...”

You turned off the TV immediately. Laurel had escaped. She made all the front pages of the local newspapers for several weeks. A month had passed since the events of Nevermore and nothing seemed to have changed.

The police questioned you and you kept quiet. You didn't say anything about your relationship. On your sleepless nights you thought that this was the reason for your discomfort, the charge of conscience. Or perhaps, and much more likely, the love you still felt for her and the sorrow of not knowing where she had gone.

“Honey, I'm going to go shopping, do you need anything?” Your mother asked, opening the door. You shook your head and got up from the sofa, feeling a little dizzy.

“Wait, mom, let me go, I need some fresh air.”

Your mother agreed.

While you were driving, visions of the past stalked your mind. You no longer listened to music, you no longer had fun with radio programs. You had become a lost soul.

Suddenly your vision blurred and you slowed down. The small dizziness you felt intensified. Everything was spinning, you were unable to concentrate on the road. When you regained your sight it was already too late. Your car irretrievably crashed into a tree.

“What a fright you have given us,” your father said, sitting next to you in a hospital bed. You hadn't hurt yourself bad, just a few scratches, but your parents got quite a scare, and so did you.

“I'm fine, dad... I, I don't know what happened to me, I got dizzy and...”

“Good afternoon,” a doctor said, entering the door. Your parents got up quickly. “Well, we already have the results of the tests and everything seems to be fine. (Y/N) will have to wear a neck brace for a week but luckily, nothing is broken. “

“Oh, what a relief…” Your mother sighed, hugging your father. You sat on the bed, ready to get up.

“There is one more thing…” the doctor said, with an indecipherable face. “(Y/N), congratulations, you are pregnant.”

Your eyes widened and there was silence. You shook your head. You went pale. Your mind told you that it was not possible.

“What?” You stammered. Your parents just got stuck, frozen in time.

“Yes, look, here are the tests,” the doctor said, handing you a document, “You're about 9 weeks pregnant, more or less. Haven't you noticed anything strange? Absence of period, nausea, dizziness, excessive appetite, fatigue...”

You closed your eyes. You thought that what you had was a depression, but no, it wasn't, it was something much more disturbing, but at the same time exciting. You nodded trembling.

“Yes, but I thought it was for something different…” You said with a small voice. Your parents looked at you horrified. It was going to be a fun ride back.

“You have to tell us, (Y/N),” your father said with a serious look, while he drove. “Tell us who the father is.”

You shook your head. You knew that baby was Laurel's, there was no other possibility. You couldn't say it, you'd have to pretend, hide it, but it wasn't going to be easy. Your parents were making you very nervous

“I'm not going to say anything,” you said, crossing your arms. Your mother grabbed you tightly by your wrist.

“Talk right now, (Y/N), is it one of your classmates?”

“No.” At least you weren't lying.

“That's enough,” your father said, pulling over to the side of the road.

You were on the verge of tears. It was completely unexpected news. The feelings it generated in you were contradictory. You still loved Laurel and knowing that you were carrying  her child in your womb only increased the desire to see her again, the love you felt for her.

You knew that was not possible, you would never see her again. But her baby would always be with you. You could love that baby, take care of your child, her child. That idea sounded too good, a happy life with a baby to love, to take care of. Fruit of the love that one day you thought you loved you felt. It was as if life gave you a chance to heal your wounds, to redeem yourself for your mistakes, and somehow never forget the woman who drove you crazy, and that she still did.

Your father turned around, his eyes bloodshot. Your mother was crying uncontrollably. You stood your ground. You cared less and less that they knew, and that was dangerous.

“I'll just ask one more time, (Y/N)…. Who is the father?” your father asked, threatening. You adopted a cocky attitude. You already cared only your baby, her baby.

“Do you want to know, dad? Do you really want to know?” You said defiantly. He looked at you with wide eyes, holding back his anger. Your mother kept crying.” It's Laurel Gates. She is my baby’s mother, are you happy now?”

Your father didn't say anything, he just shook his head.

“My God, (Y/N),” your mother sighed, horrified. “She raped you? That killer raped you?”

You shook your head, cutting yourself off from your mother's comfort.

“Of course not. I did it because I wanted to,” you said. Your father still didn't say anything. He just turned around and drove sharply in the opposite direction you were going.

“What are you doing?” You asked holding on to the headrest. “Let's go home.”

“No way, (Y/N)... I'm not going to let you continue with that... Thing...” He hissed. Your eyes widened in horror at that insinuation. “Right now we go back to the hospital and I'll make it disappear.”

“What? No!” You yelled. Your mother agreed.

“That's right, we have to free you from that horrible burden, (Y/N), it's the best for you.”

“The best for me? It’s my baby!” You screamed with tears in your eyes.

“I will not allow you to bring the baby of a murderer into this world, (Y/N)…” Your father growled, stepping on the accelerator even more.

“I'm not going to allow you to take my baby,” you whispered furiously, clenching your fists. At one point, the car stopped long enough that, thanks to your powers, you were able to open the door and jump out. You were not going to let your illusions vanish. That baby was also Laurel's, the woman you still loved. You wanted to take care of that child, give him all the love you could. You were determined to do it, whatever the consequences.

9 months later

“And now I open the little door…” You sang, while you moved the key to your apartment. “And we're home now.”

You entered that small apartment next to the cart that was carrying your daughter.

You had run away from home, you had left everything behind to live a lonely life. You soon found a job, while you continued your studies remotely. Everything was going well for you, despite how small and dreary your new home was. Everything became brighter when Rose was born. She was a beautiful girl, the most beautiful baby you had ever seen.

She was only two months old, she was very young and she needed your care. At work they were nice, they gave you a long leave so you could take care of her. You were a single mother, but you were happy, your daughter and you were all you needed.

“And now mommy take little Rose…” You continued singing while the baby smiled at your nonsense. It was not an easy life, but that tender smile of your daughter was everything, it made everything worthwhile.

While you were feeding the baby you looked at her curiously.

“You have Laurel's eyes…” You whispered as you caressed her forehead. “I'm sure she would be very happy to meet you…”

Nothing had changed. You still loved the ghost of that woman. You remembered each of her features, her gestures, her "I love you". The feeling of having been cheated soon became almost invisible.

“And now my little girl is going to bed...” You said, putting the baby in the crib. You took her little hand like you used to do and you tucked her in. The baby complained a little. “Shhh, mom is here by your side and she will never leave you…”

That night you couldn't sleep. You kept your eyes open looking at the crib from time to time. You were restless, but you didn't know why. You went to get the glass of water from the table, but it was empty.

“Fuck…” You said tiredly, taking off the sheets and going towards the small kitchen. Yawning, you refilled the glass and raised it to your mouth. You were quietly returning to your room, when a noise startled you. It seemed as if the wood had creaked. You turned on the light quickly. Nothing, there seemed to be no one. Your heart was beating very fast, you were scared. When a couple of minutes passed and you realized that there was nothing to fear, you turned around. You collided with something, or rather with someone.

“Hello, (Y/N)…” A well-known voice said. You dropped the glass of water, which broke into a thousand pieces on the floor. It was her, it was as if time had not passed. The same hair, the same look. Laurel.

“La, Laurel,” you whispered. Your whole body began to shake. You were scared to death as you shook your head. “No no…”

“(Y/N)…” She said, approaching you.

You immediately backed down. The first thing you thought was that she wanted to hurt you, that she wanted to get back at you, that she wanted to kill you for being an outcast.

“I'll call the po, police,” you said taking refuge behind the sofa.

“No, (Y/N), wait,” she said, jumping over it and managing to grab your wrists. You screamed until her hand covered your mouth. “Please, (Y/N), I've been looking for you for months. My love, I am so happy to see you again.”

“No, no! You want to kill me…” You said biting her hand. She screamed but she managed to grab you even tighter. You were so scared that you weren't even able to use your powers. “Please don’t kill me…”

“What? No, I'm not here to kill you… I want to explain to you what happened, please, stop resisting, I'm not going to hurt you, please…”

You kicked while the two of you rolled on the ground.

An inconsolable cry interrupted that fight. You opened your eyes and with a strong push you managed to get rid of the redhead.

“Rose…” You muttered, running into the room. Laurel stood up with a puzzled look and shook her head.

Your daughter cried inconsolably while you took her from her crib, moving her tenderly.

“Shhhh, my love, don't cry anymore… Mom is here…” You said. The light in your bedroom came on and a stunned and trembling Laurel appeared in the doorway.

“(Y/N), but…but…” She stammered.

You glared at her, squeezing Rose into your shoulders. The poor girl wouldn't stop crying.

“Don't come closer…” You hissed when the redhead tried to take a step forward.

“My God, (Y/N), but who is that baby?” She asked, getting closer little by little.

“She's my daughter,” you said, desperate because she wouldn't stop crying. “Please, darling, stop crying.”

“Your daughter?” Laurel asked. She was pale. Her mind was probably connecting the dots, but she seemed unable to come to that conclusion. “Your daughter? Whose daughter?” She asked nervously.

“You know perfectly well, Laurel,” you said while you cradled the baby.

“No, I don't know, (Y/N)… Maybe…. Oh my God... Is she my daughter?” She asked stammering.

You looked at the girl. You could only see her eyes. You had to tell the truth, there was no use lying.

“Yes, Laurel, she's your daughter…”She said.

She looked at you with her mouth open and her eyes full of tears.

“My God, (Y/N)…” She said excitedly, approaching you. “Why did you not tell me?”

“Because I didn't know, you idiot! I found out when you ran away from Nevermore,” you said, making the baby cry again.

“My God, (Y/N) is, is…” She said, looking at the baby adoringly.

“She is the most beautiful thing that has happened in my life, even though she is the daughter of a monster like you,” you said, moving away from the redhead and sitting on the bed. “Oh, I know why you're crying, you're hungry, right?” You said tenderly to the baby when you saw the time on the alarm clock.

“(Y/N), I…” Laurel said, slowly approaching.

“Shut up,” you whispered as you began to breastfeed the baby. “I don't know why you came, but if you put a hand on Rose….”

“Is Rose her name ? Oh, it's a beautiful name,” she interrupted you. You sighed, denying the pounding of your heart at having her close again. “It’s my favorite flower…”

“I told you to shut up. Are you going to tell me why you have come? The police are after you like mad dogs.”

“I had to see you, my love... I couldn't forgive myself for made you thinking that I didn't love you...”

“You wanted to kill all the outcasts, and that includes me,” you said, always keeping an eye on Rose. “I don't want explanations, Laurel... It's very clear what your plan was...”

“But honey, I didn't want anything to happen to you, that's why I sent you to get the seeds and…”

The baby interrupted.

“It’s enough, honey? Okay, very good, you are a very good girl,” you said, covering your breast again. “Now we’re going to get those gases out.”

“(Y/N), wait, can I… can I do it? Please,” she asked you with a pleading look, sitting on the bed next to you. You looked at her with hate at first, but you saw your daughter's eyes again, her eyes. With a thousand doubts, you gave the baby to her mother, who took it affectionately, admiring her, revering her.

“Hello, Rose… You are so beautiful…” She said affectionately, smiling like you've never seen her before. Rose didn't seem uncomfortable at all in her arms, she even smiled when she grabbed the redhead's finger. “Hello, honey, hello...”

You watched that scene with a horrible mix of feelings. It was something you had dreamed of many times, especially since the baby was born, but she was a fugitive, a murderer.

“Get the gas out of her and get out,” you said, looking away, wiping away the tears that were beginning to run down your cheeks.

Laurel looked at you, but she complied, giving little pats to the baby's back.

“(Y/N), it, it doesn't have to be that way. I came to see you, to find out what was going on in your life, to tell you that even if a thousand months pass I will continue to love you, that I always did…. And when I get to know where you are, it turns out that I have a daughter, a beautiful daughter… No, (Y/N), you can't ask me to leave your side.”

“I don't know what you want me to do,” you said, hiding your tears. “Being here you only puts us in danger.”

“Honey, we wouldn't be here. I have a shelter, a small cabin by a lake. It is a wonderful place for the three of us to live together. Much better than this dilapidated apartment... I have come to find you so that you come with me... So that you two come with me...”

You looked at the chipped ceiling. She was probably right about “dilapidated apartment” but you didn't know what to do. In these cases it was when a bottle of tequila came in handy. You were brave, you looked at your daughter and Laurel. The baby seemed calm in her arms. Rose wasn't to blame, she needed her mother, both of them. You wouldn't know if you could forgive Laurel, even though you had long ago. But the idea of the three of you living together, like a real family, was an offer you couldn't refuse.

“It's okay, Laurel… It's the best for the girl… And for… For us. I hate to admit it, but I think we can be happy, the three of us.”

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi! Could would you like to write something about reader and Tangerine where she is the Twins's "adopted sister" but they have always been secretly in love with each other. Anyway at some point they split and later they meet again on the Train (idk... maybe she is an assassin too and is trying to help them?) . Then they argue because something dangerous happens so the truth comes out and a smut at the end?! Ps: Sorry for my bad English but it's not my first language. Thank you so much!

hii! I love it

I did change some things, I hope that’s okay- I changed it to foster siblings and I didn’t do smut, really really really sorry. I’ve written so much smut lately my head might explode😭 but I have already got a train smut one, I’ll link it, in case that suits better. and your English is great, don’t worry! and you’re welcome!

thank you for your request 💌

link for assassin train smut

about time (Tangerine x Reader)

paring || soft!Tan x fem!reader

wc || 1.3k

warnings || nothing really, just fluff

masterlist + rules

taglist

Being a contract assassin meant you sometimes had to do things you weren’t comfortable doing. But right now the thought of walking into a gunfight felt so much easier than the thought of staying in Tokyo a second longer- this feeling was of heartache, rather than of adrenaline.

Momentarily relaxing into the chair of the quiet car- feeling pleased to finally be leaving this city. The thoughts of the current mission resurface, reminding you of your task. You were instructed to snatch a silver briefcase from two people, looking over the assignment paper and silently chuckling reading their names. “Why fruits?” You thought to yourself.

The truth is, you hadn’t dreamt of having this as a career- without sounding cheesy, this career chose you. But lately, you’ve become fed up with your job, you hated the way it made you feel. When you were younger you wanted to help people- not kill them. Shrugging off your consistent thoughts, you get to work.

Getting you up you walk through the carriage doors, checking the luggage area for the correct case. “No way!” You thought to yourself, spotting the train sticker on the handle. “That was too easy.” Leaning over to reach it, you stand upright feeling a bit smug while clutching the case.

A harsh cough interrupts you, turning around to see a tall moustached man glaring at you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You turn to meet the man’s face and you freeze- not out of fear, but because your past has finally caught up to you. He still looks the same, well apart from the porn-‘stache and his now very buff torso.

His eyes soften when he finally realises who was standing in front of him. Your eyes doe as your lips tug up into a smile. Even with the great speed of the Bullet Train, time stood still for a few moments.

Looking wearingly between him and the case. “Is it yours?” You ask.

“Yeah, but I don’t care about that now.” Trying to hide a smile.

You give him the case with a wry grin, “neither do I.”

When you were a teenager you were passed around the system a lot, you’d stay with new foster families every couple of months. You hated it- never feeling like you had a proper home, but that was until you met two very special people. 

These two very special people were often placed in the same houses as you, which meant that the three of you were able to develop a genuine friendship over the years. You were never able to tell him how much you loved him. It made your heart hurt- the confusion and guilt of being in love with someone from your foster family. But one night it all got too much, you couldn’t take it anymore, so you just left- you ran away. You wrote individual heartfelt letters to brothers before you left, you tucked them under their pillows as you kissed their temples goodbye. You had always regretted the way you left.

Looking at him right now, it’s like nothing had changed like the last fifteen years apart meant nothing.

You cave in, you step towards him extending your arms to initiate an embrace. He doesn’t even need to think about it, he wraps his big arms tightly around you, squeezing you. His chin resting on your head, enjoying this moment as you breathed in each other's familiar scents.

Pulling apart to look him over, beaming with soft eyes, “I can’t believe it’s really you.”

“Neither can I.” A boyish grin plastered across his face, kissing the crown of your head. It didn’t feel foreign or odd, it just felt right.

“We’re finally in Tokyo together.” You smile.

“You remember that too?” Referencing the conversation about cities you had one night, many years ago.

“You need to get off this train.” Tan suddenly admits, with sullen eyes.

“No. I’m not getting off.” You replied simply.

“It’s about to go tits up- I can’t let you get hurt.” He says as his gaze softened.

“I don’t care. I’m not going to leave you again.” Tenderly smiling up at him.

“Please? Just go.” He says a little more sternly.

“No. I can take care of myself.” Standing your ground. “Wait a second- are you both here? Are you the fruit twins?” Connecting the dots.

His eyes squinted so you took that as a ‘yes’.

“You are.” Pointing a playful finger at him, “what one are you? Are you Lemon- is it because you’re sour?” Grinning at him.

“No- I’m Tangerine.”

“Why ‘Tangerine’?”

“Because I’m adaptable- oh bloody hell it’s not important. Are you trying to change the subject?”

Hiding your smirk, “…no”

“You are. You need to go- please. I could never forgive myself if you got hurt.” Face screwing up, hating the thought.

“Tan…” you started with a smirk as you called him by his code name rather than his real name. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes.” He quickly responds.

“Do you have a girlfriend- or wife or-or someone?” You said slowly.

His head tilted to the side in confusion. “Uh-? Why?”

“Just answer.”

“No…”

“Good. I want to tell you something I should’ve said years ago… I’m still in love with you. So no, I cannot leave you again, but if you don’t feel the way, please stop me- I don’t know why I’m still taking- just tell me to stop- Christ, my hands are getting clammy. I’m sorry, I don’t think I should’ve said that.” Eyes closing as if you were trying to hide yourself.

Slowly opening them when there was a looming silence, looking up to you see him grinning widely at you.

“I’ve loved you since I was a kid- I haven’t stopped.” He admits. “Look at this.” He pulls out his phone showing you the wallpaper. It was a picture of the letter you gave him all those years ago. “It reminds me to keep going.” Looking over you tenderly. “It’s why I’m still here.”

Your chest staggered as you inched closer to him, you didn’t want to wait any longer. You tenderly kissed him, and as you pulled away his hands cupped your face as if he was trying to bring you back in. He gently brushed over your lips as you melted into him, it felt so surreal to be finally here at this moment.

Separating with a twinkle in each of your eyes, beaming at one another.

“We can run away together? And forget this mission? I don’t ever want to let you go again.” You softly ask. It was a big ask, you just hoped he’d say yes.

“I’m not leaving without my brother.”

“I know, I meant him too.” Cupping his cheeks.

A smile arose under his moustache. “Okay.”

“Really?” Grinning.

“Yes. Let’s go get him. And bring that case- we can put it on red and have a wonderful time.”

Struggling to contain your excitement, you kiss him eagerly. “Okay we gotta be quick, next stop is in two minutes.”

You picked up the case as he lead you through the carriage by your hand, immediately noticing Lemon with the Son.

“We gotta go.” Tan says seriously to his brother.

“Who’s the girl- NO! No fucking way!” Lemon shouts, earning a “shush” from a lady a couple rows in front. He rushes up to you, hugging you tightly.

“I’ve missed you! But we gotta go, right now.” You say ushering him along.

Tangerine leans over the table towards the kid sitting close to the window, “you better stay on the fucking train, your daddy is waiting for you at Kyoto.”

The three of you walked off the train together, it felt like you finally had your family back. Who knows, maybe you could work together as a team. No longer hating this city, it brought your family together.

[bravo4iscool]

nahhh, but the guy does have a point. hot men aren't into fat women, and you probably really want to believe that to feel better. I mean, the argument about not getting laid kinda sucks, 'cause the easiest thing for a guy is to get is sex. he just needs to hit on desperate women like you who would say yes due to the lack of it in your life.

and like… being fat doesn’t mean you have curves? it’s really just fat. there are fat women with no tits, no ass, and skinny girls with a lot of curves.

the good thing is: you could just lock your mouth and go to the gym. now, i know, you’re gonna quote (if you’re not flabbergasted or ashamed enough to make this public) and try to shame me out, but in reality? we all know you cry yourself to sleep because of your weight and forced celibacy. because i’m gonna tell you, I saw a photo of you and… like, you’re not even a cute chubby girl. you’re ugly as fuck, girl. and you’re white, which is even worse, 'cause it’s so easy for white girls to fit the standard…

and don’t even try to turn this on me, yes, I’m using anon, 'cause it’s waaaaay easier and I don’t really have to prove you anything, that’s just dumb. but don’t worry, I AM PRETTY, and HOT, and I do get laid. believe me if I was anything but, I wouldn’t be here. I'd be supporting you, trying to feel better about myself too, after all, fat ugly girls stick together, right? so why am I here? because I saw your profile. and it’s fucking hilarious, and sometimes I like giving reality checks to people like you. cheap psychology won’t work here.

that being said, have a good morning/night 💞

this is getting HILARIOUS LMAO.

there are a bunch of “hot guys” or “fit guys”, what ever you wanna call ’em who are into “fat woman”. there are actually people who are attracted to the character of a person and not their looks. seems like you’re anything but familiar with that.

and i’m not desperate for sex💀 i can live amazingly without it lol. but congrats to you, yk. must be great jumping from ons to ons.

also, since you apparently know me so well and even saw a picture of me (which doesn’t really make sense) you’d actually know that i have a medical condition that is responsible for me being overweight but hey, shaming and insulting random people anonymously on the internet is more fun, no?

it’s physically painful for me to do sports and it won’t change anything about my weight. so no, it’s not easy for me to fit into the “standards”😘.

and insulting me as white? that very very low. i expected better from you ngl. my heritage is anything but “white”, but okay. you sound like a fucking us-american omg💀.

also, you’re giving me a “reality check”? this really is pathetic LMAO. i’m perfectly fine, never been better. there’s this thing called ✨fiction✨ but i don’t think you’re familiar with that.

idk why you seek validation through insulting and talking other people down💀

get some hobbies fr. i did nothing to you lmao. i posted a random headcanon and you felt attacked. i’m not the one needing a reality check💀

ps: if you hate my profile so much, just leave. no one’s forcing you to stay😍. just leave me alone atp💀.

[mysteryiousskin]

ANOTHA ONE

Okay wuestion, do these store recs help? I figured since I didn’t add actual links (I’m too lazy and would rather ppl find their own options that work for them) that it could potentially help? I did it for some of them last yr and just continued it this yr but i don’t wanna waste my time doing them and breaking down the outfits if it’s not helpful 👀👀

(Also ps. This post is mostly just costumes that come with second options)

Daisy!! I would absolutely adore if ppl did this I feel like I’ve seen more Lisa’s than Daisy and I think Daisy is trending a little on TikTok so this might be the time to do it! Now I’d also like to nominate the scene before she dies where she’s wearing the yellow robe and stuff

Example A. I rlly like this outfit and since this scene specifically is trending ppl might recognize it easier

Another option for Daisy I wasn’t even gonna include was her pink shirt! I figure it’s gonna be harder to find but I’m confident that you’re be able to get something like the “cherry” part on her shirt if your willing (if you look at her gifs it’s mostly just the blue shirt and the pink one so if you don’t know what I’m talking abt look for the pink shirt and you’ll know what I’m talking about)

Paris Hilton in house of wax??!?

I feel like this move Is so loved and hated at the same time but I adore the cast (especially paris she’s my everything 😭) now both of these outfits are stupid easy to recreate and if nobody does this for Halloween this year I am going to sob (bonus points if you could talk anyone into being another character with you)

Baby firefly! The first one is also stupid easy to recreate but the second I don’t rlly know about, I’ve seen some cosplayers pull it off like the girl in the photos but I definitely think that one would be harder to find something similar and a lot of work to recreate but if you can find something props to you and if you have the effort to recreate it pls do I adore baby firefly and that outfit is so good (also another outfit you could do is the one where she’s wearing the cheer uniform maybe a little hard to find a cheer uniform that looks like that though)

Pls tell me more ppl have seen this movie, I love Casper and Wendy this was one of my favs, the second look is probably easier but harder to recognize, if u can get a friend to be a ghost I think it’d be adorable and more recognizable, I’d also say I personally think the first is better bc it’s more recognizable and they have it in this move and the cartoon!

[silver-heller]

Are you going to give us that "masochist essay", then? 👀

FHFHFHFH. Well, now you asked for it! This is long and discusses masochism, self hatred, and emotional self harm, so, putting it under the cut!

PS: None of this is canon. Just how my version of Mordecai ended up for the AU, because I find it interesting!

Mordecai's masochism was 90% self invented out of Mordecai's first experience with murder being revenge, and also having to contend with the fact that he would have to "be that person" for someone else. That is to say, that he'd basically be doing what those gamblers attempted to do to him all those years ago. He believes Atlas would not put him in that situation, but, still.

Yet, there is notably the 10% of Mordecai that is an actual masochist because he desperately wants to feel something, and enjoys the pain that comes with his own vulnerability in this. Silver connects to the positive part of his masochism that reassures Mordecai Silver is strong and someone that could protect him (play wrestling and situations with the illusion of danger, but no actual danger). Serafine as well taps into Mordecai's desperation for vulnerability and to be understood while setting boundaries and introducing a thrill that is for his own benefit rather than being against him.

But, for the rest, if he deserves pain, then its much easier for him to believe the people he is hurting, and often times killing, do as well. He can paint his actions as justified and not think too hard on it or the type of person it makes him. Which, is very ironic, because this means he is required to hate himself to begin with.

However, not only do his sensibilities and sensitivities get in the way of this, hating the idea of someone putting him in physical pain or danger to feed into it, in his earlier years its also rather evident this is more a construct than a reality. Because Mordecai sees himself as a terrible person that deserves pain, he can therefore justify refusing to receive any genuine, serious pain, and instead, seek out the thrills he genuinely enjoys, because that's just what the "villain" like how he paints himself would do. So it's more of a concept he carries with him at work, but discards during his off hours, when he genuinely tries not to think about those acts.

This, however, gets much worse after Silver's supposed "death", because suddenly, Mordecai is confronted with an issue and deep/genuine pain and guilt he can not just brush away with a concept. This was someone he loved and cared about, his career and current lifestyle having caused them to die at his own hands, even though it was just an accident. That villain version of him is no longer just a concept, but a proven reality in his eyes.

So, he enters a relationship with Serafine, knowing she could 100% physically hurt him, and, quite frankly, he is lucky she actually cared about what he wanted, because he could have gotten himself seriously hurt otherwise. Serafine is able to satisfy that urge in a healthier manner while getting close to him, and I'd say that's why their connection ends up being so deep in such a short amount of time. No one would have suspected it, but, Serafine met Mordecai during a period where he despised himself and really wanted to be hurt, and showed him love instead, and that everything was going to be alright, with or without him self imploding. And, by the time Silver comes back, he's returned to his baseline, and is much happier in general for it.

So, the sad truth kind of is Mordecai would be emotionally crushed by his own actions if he did not carry just a little bit of masochism with him, always. However, as he emotionally connects with others and himself, we see this get significantly better throughout the series, and he starts seeking out thrills because he genuinely enjoys them and wants that for himself out of wanting to cause himself genuine pain.

[thedreamwalkerlads]

If you don't mind me asking, Daniel (Can I call you Dan?), why do you trust the people of tumblr to help you out with this? I mean, I'm just some kid who probably lives halfway across the globe from you! And, to be honest, that's probably most of tumblr's userbase in a nutshell.

...I mean, surely a reddit thread would be better for advice, lol.

I'm joking about that last part, if you couldn't tell. What I'm getting at is, do you have any family or close friends who can take some time and hear you out? Surely if this is causing you actual distress and difficulty sleeping, someone close to you irl would be willing to give you better advice than us anons ever could.

-🎲

(PS- Feel free to call me Dix. Or D6, if you prefer. Though I guess giving a name to an anon defeats the purpose.)

You can call me whatever you want! I've had a couple of people call me Dan before, so don't worry about it.

And you bring up a very good point! I didn't even think of Reddit, mostly because I've never used it before. Also, Tumblr was kind of the first thing that popped up in my Google search, and it seemed a lot easier to use. I've heard Reddit users can be rather nice, though? I don't know. You said it was a joke, anyways, so I suppose it doesn't really matter.

This is going to sound depressing as hell, and I swear I didn't mean for it to sound that way, but I don't really have any close friends, save for some online ones. I don't even know if I'd call them especially close? A couple of them have been nice enough to stay on call with me a couple of nights though, so I can have some entertainment instead of shiny hunting or working on my DST base. And I don't really stay in contact with any of my family. I mean, I see them on holidays and things, but save for the occasional birthday message none of us really talk. Maybe if I talked to my mum about this, she'd listen, but I'd hate to worry her. Lord knows she's got her hands full with my other siblings.

Maybe you're right about them giving me better advice than you anons. But you all are very nice, and it's been kind of cool talking about this online? I don't feel as nervous about it, at least.

Oh, I did manage to sign my number to the other person in my dreams, by the way! They haven't texted me yet, though, so it's a possibility they missed a digit. If they don't text by tomorrow, I'll sleep again and try signing it again.

Thank you again, anon! Dix/D6 is a very nice name, although I can keep calling you anon if that makes you feel better.

[beetlepuff]

This!!!

Both so valid

And while im on team Tatum, Alicia makes Leighton very happy. She was her first love and thats always gonna be special.

Also can we talk about how in character it is for Leighton to freak after her first big fight w Tatum, end things, and then go running back to Alicia? Like thats so her.

The issue i had with how this played out was the “maybe dating you has made me realize that the things we have in common are the things i want to change about myself” like what the actual fuck was that.

A) i dont believe that to be true. Look at how smitten they are. The main reason Leighton liked Tatum in the first place is because of how similar they are (it did turn into more than that later tho !!). They get each other in a way that her and Alicia never could, coming from such similar backgrounds. Also let’s be real Leighton is obsessed with how secure Tatum is ab herself, and she tries to be like that too, because of her. She doesn’t want Tatum to change, and she doesn’t want to change every aspect of herself that reminds her of Tatum.

And B) Tatum was acting just like how Leighton did when she first came to the women’s center. Maybe Leighton was even worse. Now shes grown to love it and it’s special to her, but that wasn't always the case. Also if Tatum had made the make crafts like mental patients comment Leighton would’ve blown up on her so hard. And im not saying that to call Leighton out for being mean, thats her character, we’ve accepted it, it’s not an attack on her friends, and the audience knows that; but she should be more understanding of the fact that Tatum is the same way. Like quietly calling things ugly at a party/event they’re both at is probably something they’ve done before and have been fine with, its just the fact that it was about leighton’s friends that was wrong for her. So instead of snapping and saying what she said, she should’ve just been like: “okay. I know this isn't your scene and you wanna leave, and i get it, i was like that too when i first came here. But I’ve really grown to love this place, it’s where i first started to really accept myself i guess and i would appreciate it if you went a little easier on it. Because believe it or not these are my friends and (blah blah)” idk im not a writer (clearly), but you get the idea. Because if she explained why she was reacting the way she did, Tatum would’ve gotten it and made an effort ( “if thats what you’re into, own it” + her not saying anything ab Leighton wanting to be a kappa so bad even tho she doesn't like kappa ). On the other hand, if you tell someone that if they want to leave you will leave and even give them a safe word, let them use it and leave.

Like please it would’ve all turned out so good if they had communicated or compromised just a smidge more 😭!

But yeah anyways i got side-tracked

PS: i dont understand why people are hating on Alicia so much? well i do, i just disagree

What went down between tatum and leighton had nothing to do with Alicia, and she didnt “creep around” them while they were together like some people have been saying.

Put it in her point of view. She’s really into this girl she dating (i dont remember if they said I love you sry) but she feels like shes getting dragged back into the closet with her. She respects her not being out but has to put herself first and ends things with her because being with someone with that much internalized homophobia is bad for her mental health. She’s come so far she cant go back down that road again. But never does she stop loving leighton. It really wasnt about her. Fast forward she finds out that that girl is out and proud now, through her friends have hooked up with her nonetheless. As far as shes concerned, Leighton’s out and single, and there’s still underlying feelings in there somewhere so she asks her to talk. Might as well shoot her shot yk. Then when they meet up, she learns that Leighton has a girlfriend now (thats gotta sting). And she’s fine being out with her, which Alicia takes personally, hence the “you’re going out with her in public? You have changed murray” comment. While it wasn’t about her, it was about leighton being ready to come out in general, its understandable that she got defensive and took it as a i wasn't good enough for her sorta thing. But whatever she cant backtrack now its too late, so she says that leighton should bring her new girl and that she looks forward to meeting her, even if she’s lying through her teeth. Then at the party she’s left in an uncomfortable situation with her ex that she still has feelings for, and the girl her ex is dating. She’s still gonna be nice and be herself and try and make friends with both of them. So she does. Nothing about the way she acts at the fundraiser was predatory, territorial, or creepy in any way. She was trying to be a friend to a girl she still cares about. 

Later at the party, yes she shouldn’t have kissed her when she thought she was still together with leighton, there’s no defending that. But she backtracked, and she apologized, because it was out of impulse. And when leighton encouraged her, she asked about Tatum, because she wasn't going to help her cheat.

Therefore: stop hating on Alicia, shes a victim of circumstance not a bad person !!

For the record, both Alicia's and Tatum's reactions/feelings about Leighton not being out are valid.

Alicia not wanting to be pulled back into the closet by someone so fiercely closeted that they blew up at her for posting a picture they weren't even in, wherein they were afraid someone would recognize something that belonged to them - like that paranoid and afraid - is understandable. Like that's triggering and it would feel regressive to be with someone like that if you've come out already. And let's recall Leighton wasn't out to anyone yet and her internalized homophobia was at its peak. Alicia was right.

Tatum telling Leighton there's no timeline in coming out and not applying the pressure on her to do so (to her family) or making her feel bad was wonderful. Then again, I'd expect as much cause as she pointed out, they literally only just started dating. Tatum was right.

Leighton is out at school now. She's out to her friends now. She can openly date girls. Tatum doesn't have to feel like Leighton's dirty little secret or completely cut off from her social life. This is a very different relationship that does not compare to what Alicia experienced and it's not fair to compare the two, especially to shame Alicia.