#pandora's box has been opened and you can't put your feelings back

[thebongcloudopening]

not to be serious on main but if there's one thing I learned that I want to pass along to other trans people it's that closeting yourself to appease others doesn't work. I girlmode all the time and yet it's still not, and will never be, enough for people. You wear girly clothes, they wonder why you don't wear makeup. You wear makeup, they wonder why you don't shave your legs. You shave your legs they ask why you haven't just done laser hair removal. No matter how much you pretend for them there will always be something else they deem different.

[thepointofme]

fake dating is definitely one of my favorite tropes eveeeeeeer and ive been thinking for a while about a cherik fake dating au with a twist where raven and the kids become really invested in charles' romantic life and his capacity (or lack of) to get someone into his bed, to a point where sometimes raven will try to be charles' wingwoman (even tho he definitely didn't ask for this). charles used to indulge her a little in the beginning but then he started to be very adamant in his refusing, and angel is the one to nonchalantly let out a comment about how she bets the reason charles isn't dating anyone else is bc he's dating erik in secret "who goes to a strip club and keeps ogling your friend instead of naked women?" and its like opening a pandora box. now the kids can't help by analyzing every move charles and erik do around each other, they fully believe they're dating in secret "there's only so much chess one can play" "the way erik looks at the professor like he wants to take a bite" "i knew there was something off about them, like there's a tension there i could never put my finger on" and they think charles is keeping it a secret bc he's worried the kids might not support them (not bc erik is a man but bc erik is... well, erik) so they keep making ominous comments about how they want charles to be happy and etc until one day charles can't take it anymore and read sean's mind. he's half amused half horrified and tells erik who's only amused (and secretly smug) about it. it finally makes sense why the arranged dates have stopped, and after a conversation with erik about it over whiskey and chess (and bc charles really wants his students and his sister out of his business, thank you very much) he just. let them think they're right. they even act their part. instead of acting like a couple to convince the kids they're together they do the opposite and try to act like they're NOT together to keep up with the act. rather than an explicit pda, they're performing with those longing glances and feather touches, always trying to act like they're hiding something when someone walks into the room (sean looks at them with wide eyes before trying to compose himself, or raven with that dangerous and delighted glint in her eyes, hank always looks a little constipated) but it definitely comes back to bite them in the ass bc now charles has to acknowledge the tension he also knows its there, and it gets harder and harder to pretend he doesn't feel anything when now it seems that erik has a even stronger magnetic pull (ha ha) and he cant keep his eyes off of him or cant keep himself out of erik's space. not that erik is any different, every time he's in the room charles feels the back of his neck burning with the weight of those eyes on him (plus the kids' eyes looking at them). it goes like that until erik loses his patience and kisses charles (in a very non-friendly-non-pg13 way) against the library's wall, holding him with firm hands around the waist. charles can't help the tiny wet moans that keep leaving his mouth without permission, and they're so lost in each other that they fail to notice alex opening the door until its too late.

[yamst3rdamctrl]

When Sexual Desires Clash YN Story

Chapter 4

Omniscient

As Michael kissed Y/N all she could do was melt and let him overtake her. She has not been touched by a man in so long she did not know how to react. Michael broke the kiss by looking at her. Michael then asked while looking her in her eyes, “I need to know this answer now. Do you give me permission to do whatever I want to you? That includes me being rough and doing whatever I feel the need to.” Y/N looked at him and she thought to herself that she has always been the one to take control and she would love to finally have a break.

“Yes, as long as you make me cum.” Y/N said boldly knowing she was scared out of her damn mind. Michael then said, “I’m going to make you nutt so many times you’re going to cry and be soo sore you can’t walk. Do you understand me, if so lets go to my room?”

Y/N followed Michael like a little lost puppy with a towel wrapped around her, not even knowing what she was getting herself into. Michael opened his room door and let himself come in and opened the door for Y/N. Michael closed and locked the door and then pushed Y/N to the door and kissed her like his life depended on it.. Both of them fought for the dominant place while kissing, but Y/N backed down due to their talk they had just a few moments ago. Michael then started to kiss down Y/N while she was on the door.

Once he got closer to her sweet, sweet nectar, he lifted her leg and kissed her outter lips. Y/N moaned at the kiss, and once he then parted her lips and started to lick on her clit. Michael then spit on her clit and went to work. All she could do was moan while trying to hold her composure. Michael began to get sloppy and add two fingers. "I hear you trying to suppress your moans. Keep doing that, and I'm going to make you scream since you wanna play." Michael then got up and grabbed Y/N by her neck and dragged her to the dresser with a mirror. He then walked up behind her and looked at her in the mirror and made her bend over. "So you wanna play like you don't wanna moan?" Michael questioned with dark, black lustful eyes. Y/N started to speak, "It's nothing lik... FUCK!" Before Y/N could even speak, Michael had shoved his dick inside her pussy and started off at a hard, fast pace.

Michael wanted to wreck her and leave her wanting more. Michael wrapped his hand around her neck and kept pounding into her. Michael did this for the next 10 minutes and before Y/N knew it she had a knot in her stomach. "I feel that Nutt coming back, cum all over my dick." Michael gritted through his teeth. "I'm going to uhhh.." Y/N couldn't finish getting her sentence out when she came due to Michael fucking her into submission and through her orgasm. Michael then moved her to the bed and crawled on top of her while sliding his dick in her slit without any friction.

Michael put his left hand on Y/N hip and his right hand on her throat. When he started, she felt as if he had awaken something in her. Y/N saw the look in his eyes and said, "I need you to cum for me daddy." Michael never had this type of feeling with Lori and when she said that he started fucking her harder. He then said, "I'm going to cum all over your stomach.. omg...". He then nutted all over her. They both laid there out of breath. Michael got up and gave Y/N a warm rag to wipe off her stomach, but to her surprise he did it for her.

They exchanged no words because they were left with no words. Y/N broke the silence and said, " I can't lie that you fucked me up." Michael said, "Good, i enjoyed you and this not the first and last time I hope you know." Y/N laughed and said okay before going to her room. Little did she know she opened a door that she would have never thought it would be.

Y/N opened Pandoras box and would never close it! Her life would forever change after that encounter.

And boom.... I got more smut to come for yal!

Next Chapter I need 15 likes since yal showing me love

[satureja13]

New Chapter!

Home cr happy home! As soon as they jumped out of the TukTuk, the Boys ran down to their Underground Police Station to look after Tiny Can. How had he been able to repair himself after being blown up? And where did he get all that money from to pay for their school fees? ö.Ö'

But Tiny Can wasn't at the place they left him. This little brat! Of course he was hiding somewhere, fearing Saiwa's wrath. Saiwa: "Spread out and find him! Dead or alive - I don't care. As long as his memory is still intact so we can track where that money came from and give it back. Gods, we are going to jail if this comes out!" Jack tried to defend his (t)rusty friend: "Sai, we don't know what happened to him. I'm sure it isn't as bad as it seems and ..." But Sai didn't listen and kept spitting: "Damn - I knew he was trouble!We should have left him at the temple to rot for the next thousand years! It's all your fault, Jack! You took him with us!" It hurt Kioyshi that his mate got scolded, but he knew that it was useless argueing with Sai when he was in his rage state. And so he hushed the others up and out to search for the lawless tin can... Kiyoshi sighed, he knows that Jack doesn't care much to be Sai's punching bag. More than that, it's a labor of love for his oldest friend.

Jeb and Ji Ho started to search their home lot. Since Tiny Can can even fly short distances, he could be anywhere! Jeb winced internally. Again, Sai is so, so furious. Jeb really needs to find ways how to deal with Sai when he's like that. Or better, ways to take this self-destructive anger off of Sai. And the blame he mortifies himself with. They are all to blame. Not only Sai. This has to stop.

Even though Ji Ho was travelsick and drained again from teleporting, he kept on searching. He even tried to suppress his feelings to not upset Vlad and keep him from their task. Vlad would come back to him immediately if he knew how exhausted he really is and how much he craves Vlad's healing and comforting touch. But this has to wait. Finding Tiny Can is more important than their 'indispositions'... Who knows what has happened to him? Ji Ho doesn't believe Tiny Can broke the law. Tiny Can helped him get his feelings back so Vlad and him can finally be together. Only - Tiny Can also put the influence his grandfather had over him with that spell into the Therapy Game. Ji Ho thought it was to make him so angry to finally open the Pandora's Box with his hidden feelings - to protect his friends. But what if the Council was behind all that? And they called Tiny Can back to extract the evidence he gathered - to use it against them? Ji Ho ran faster - despite his body's hammering ache and desperate pleads for some rest - and Vlad.

Kiyoshi, Vlad and Jack called the horses to search the surroundings. Vlad was torn. Of course he knows how negatively teleporting affects Ji Ho's (and his own) well being and it must be even worse now that he has his feelings back. Vlad would skip the search in an instant to care for Ji Ho but he also knows that Ji Ho would never accept his ministrations at the moment. In fact, rather the opposite. Ji Ho would be embarrassed to cause a fuss and make it even harder for his friends in need. So he kept on raking Tomarang. Ji Ho would send him away anyway.

Not many creatures are able to reach the Otherworld. And no one can stay for longer, so it was pretty pointless to ask the few people who are currently lingering here if they'd seen Tiny Can. But hope is the last to die. As Ji Ho, Jack can't believe either his tinny friend did something illegal to get them into trouble. Tiny Can's actions weren't always clear to them - but Jack is sure he always had good intentions. When Tiny Can let Jack getting killed or set Lou up with Caleb in the Therapy Game, Jack was upset and felt betrayed - of course he was. But in the end, all that Tiny Can did was to help him. He helped all of them. And they owe him. Without Tiny Can, he never would have been able to be mates, just mates with Kiyoshi and he never would have found ways to deal with his (many) disorders.

Kiyoshi rode over to the temples to talk to Arturo, but he also had no luck. One would think that Tiny Can would have ran for shelter to Arturo, who offered the Boys the circuit board with Tiny Can's AI 'to help them through this'. But Arturo didn't see him. Nor had he heard any gossip about a stray Astromech in the Otherworld from the visitor's of the temples he cares for. Surely someone would have noticed him.

And while the others turned every stone in Otherworld's Tomarang, Sai tried to catch a signal from Tiny Can to track him down. But it was as if he was wiped from the planet. They have no internet or phone reception here in the Otherworld, so Sai even connected his computer with their 'Post Office Device' to find a trace of him in the Muggle World - to no avail. And how could Tiny Can even reach the Muggle World without them teleporting him there? No, he must still be here in Tomarang. This little piece of junk must have supressed his signals! Ach, Sai distrusted this rusty tin can from the beginning! And he knew there was something foul about him. Even months ago, he already suspected the Council behind! But they all had been too excited about the Therapy Game and finally getting some help... And Sai had been too confident in his abilities to make it secure for them. But he utterly failed. The blame is on him and him alone. He never should have allowed Jack to bring Tiny Can among them. And he should never have installed that circuit board with the AI into Tiny Can. He created a monster that was bound to destroy them in the end. If the Council now has evidence they stole that much money, no one would be able help them anymore. They would get sentenced and sent to jail and that would incite even more hatred against creatures! All the creatures, in all the worlds... The creatures they are supposed to help. They are a shame and a threat for their community.

... to be continued

'Boom boom, ready to use my body Using the entire city of Seoul as my stage Nod, nod, your head I don’t want to be locked up Gather the crowds, let’s break the taboo We need to spread out Or else we might become scarecrows We can make empty lots into royal spaces This is the peak, don’t exit out now To the left, to the right, rock all night'

Block B - Shall we dance (Real Ji Ho's (and my favourite) group)

From the Beginning 🔱 Underwater Love 🔱 Latest

Current Chapter: starts here with this post :3 Last Chapter: 'Here comes the Sun' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 23-28

[419jhat]

Getting Old With You

🎄 Steddie Christmas 🎄

Steve deals with getting older by realizing he wants to be a Santa and Eddie is just along for the ride

It starts when Steve blows out his back with a sneeze.

“Babe, you're fine. This is life, we get older and we stop working like we used to,” Eddie says.

“I’m dying,” Steve says dramatically. Eddie rolls his eyes as he rubs his back. “I'm one step closer to death. Buy me a coffin, I'm basically useless.”

“You're thirty-three,” Eddie deadpans.

Steve spends the rest of his week having a mid-midlife crisis, calling Robin for support because nobody else seems to understand. Well, Robin doesn't either but she makes him feel a little better about it.

“Why don't you start working out again? You used to be really fit in high school,” she suggests.

Steve looks down at himself, wondering when he let himself get so out of shape.

“Oh God,” Robin says, “I can hear you thinking. This is going to become a thing. Just forget what I said, you look fine-”

Steve gets a gym membership.

First, he runs. Then, he makes some friends and starts lifting. Next thing he knew, he was in a Pilates class working on his flexibility, which Eddie appreciates very much.

He feels pretty great about himself and attributes his aches and pains to the price of sticking to the gym. Max makes fun of him when she catches him flexing but he doesn't even care, because he's a little proud of his progress. Eddie thinks it's stupid when he starts tracking his food, but comes up with wacky recipes to get in that extra protein.

Then, on one horrible day, Dustin walks downstairs and says, “is that a gray hair?”

The room goes silent. Robin sends him a dirty look.

“No fucking way, Henderson. It's got to be a trick of the light,” he says, as he rushes to the bathroom. He makes Eddie angle a hand mirror into the wall mirror so he can see the back of his own head and gasps with horror when he sees that not only is Dustin correct, but his hair is also thinning.

The horror.

Dustin tries to backpedal, but it's too late. Pandora's Box has been opened. Steve has begun to lose his personal war against aging.

“Oh my god. Oh my fucking God, Ed, is that a bald spot!?”

Eddie looks closely, and says carefully, “I think it's always looked like that.”

“WHAT!?”

“I mean, no! I think. I don't know!”

“You look at me every day and you don't know if I'm balding!?”

“You look as hot as ever!” Eddie says.

HairGate leads to all sorts of products piling up on the bathroom counter. Steve stops wearing hats, because he's heard that they can mess with your hairline. Eddie puts his foot down when he wants those prenatal vitamins that are supposed to help promote hair growth because, “Steve, you're not pregnant.”

This is a dumb reason in Steve's eyes but he agrees because he doesn't want Robin to find them and tease him about it. He keeps working out, adding to his routine. Lathers himself in lotion and sunscreen, because he thinks the crows feet in the corners of his eyes are a little too prominent.

When he's forty-five, his parents die. He gets the call about his dad on an already shitty weekend and the next about his mother three months later. Their funeral is difficult. Eddie holds his hand the whole way through, and Steve takes in his husband's gray hairs and how they won't be able to stick together forever, like they'd promised. The stress of it all makes him drop the gym. He tries to start up again but it's shockingly difficult after such a short break that he leaves, embarrassed with an ache in his left knee. Robin stays with them for a bit, and he wonders what he would do without her. How the pain of losing either of them would probably take him like it took his mother.

He decides to grow out his beard. Maybe change can be good.

On his fiftieth birthday, the party walks around him on eggshells, like he's about to lose it. Logically, he knows he's being ridiculous. He can't *not* age. He has to deal with his own sense of mortality eventually. But he just doesn't want to. He, maybe ridiculously, finds it unfair that he's stuck in a body that doesn't work like it used to. That he looks in the mirror and feels like time flew by without a warning. That the fragility of life feels more prominent than ever.

He's cutting the cake when Lucas and Max’s youngest, a baby with lovely dark curls, points at Steve and says, “Santa?”

The room goes quiet.

“Laura, that's Uncle Steve!” Lucas says with the kind of embarrassed laugh a parent gives when their kid does something stupid. Steve looks down at himself. He's wearing a red sweater. His stomach is a little pudgy since giving up the gym. He knows his hair has turned into whatever the equivalent of salt and pepper is for brunettes, but his beard was always prone to more grays than the rest of him. He looks at little Laura’s smile, and how excited she seems.

“Isn't that her first word?” he asks.

“Uh,” Lucas says.

“Oh my God, Laura! Your first word! Santa Steve!” Max cackles.

Steve reaches his arms out to hold Laura and smiles wickedly, a tinge of pride in his chest when she giggles and grabs at his face.

“HA!” he says, “she likes me more!”

“Of course she does, you're the guy who lets her do whatever she wants,” Lucas grumbles. But he's smiling and so is everyone else.

The idea sticks in Steve's head. He and Eddie go to the mall that Christmas to browse presents and they always do, and Steve watches the Mall Santa for a moment longer than necessary. Eddie ducks into a store and he's walking over to the guy dressed as an elf before he can even think about it.

“Uh, you have to wait in line,” the guy says.

“Oh, no. I just wanted to ask, how much does being a Santa pay?”

The guy looks a little surprised.

“I'm not sure, but it's definitely above minimum wage. It's a seasonal thing and kind of hard to do, so they definitely get paid more than the elves,” he said with a little laugh.

“Really? It's hard? Don't you just have to talk to kids all day?”

Steve's a teacher and he volunteers at the community center. He's very accustomed to talking to children. Kind of an expert in it, really.

“Oh, no way dude. Chris speaks three languages and knows sign language,” he says, gesturing to the Santa with a thumb, “you have to have the laugh, the beard, and you have to go to Santa school-”

“Santa school?” Steve interrupts.

“Yeah, it's actually pretty competitive.”

Steve wonders for a moment if he's being pranked. Then, he spots Eddie waiting for him behind the massive line of children, looking confused.

“Isn't that cool?” Steve asks, a little excited.

“Standing in line to take pictures?” Eddie asks.

“No, babe, look how happy the kids are. It's so sweet! And the guy who plays Santa is super qualified. I had no idea that they had to go to school for it. Did you know that?”

“Wow, that's pretty intense,” Eddie says.

Steve watches Chris the Santa bring a smile to the face of everyone he looks at, and wonders.

“Steve? Are you ok?” Eddie asks.

“I want to do that,” Steve says. “I want to be that.”

“Wait, what?”

Eddie looks completely bewildered. But Steve feels like he’s had an epiphany.

“I want to be a Santa when I get old! I could be the kind of Santa that visits kids in the hospital or the kids at the community center, since they don't get to go to the mall that much. I could be the kind of Santa that makes people happy anywhere!”

“Wait so let me get this straight. You want to have white hair and stuff?” Eddie asks.

“I mean, it is inevitable,” Steve says with a shrug, like he hasn't been fighting exactly that for the last two decades.

“That's great! I love it! I could get out my old drag stuff and be your Ms. Clause,” Eddie says, but he looks like he's hesitating over something. After a moment, he turns back to the store he'd just been at.

“Where are you going?” Steve asks.

“Returning your Christmas present, since you've completely flipped your priorities about ageing,” Eddie says. Steve grabs his hand and pulls him to stop.

“Listen, I said it was inevitable. Not that it had to happen right away,” Steve mutters, and Eddie laughs. Maybe there's something to look forward to when he gets old after all.

[sasheneskywalker]

batfamily fic recs where members of the batfamily deal with their experiences with sexual assault

The Silence Grows Louder (Ringing Out In My Head) by Kirazalea

I feel the pressure building until I can't breathe,

And it takes everything.

Till it all spills out,

Reckless but honest words leave out my mouth

Like kerosene on a flame of doubt,

I just couldn't make it right…

Duke notices something while on a mission, and that one observation turns into a confrontation with parts of Dick's past that he's kept hidden from his brothers for years.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Miriam Delgado/Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Catalina Flores/Dick Grayson, Daughter(s) of Acheron (DCU)/Tim Drake, Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas, Tim Drake & Duke Thomas, Duke Thomas & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Jason Todd

Into The Light by LilliputianDuckling

When Dick finally learns what happened to Tim during the assassination tournament, it reopens an old wound. Trying to TALK about it opens a whole Pandora's box of old wounds.

To make matters worse, Ra's still wants a new heir from Dick's little brother.

M | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage | Batfamily Members & Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members & Tim Drake, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Jason Todd

You Brought the Flames and You Put Me Through Hell by Sohotthateveryonedied

Womanizer.

Dog.

Slut.

They’re jokes. They’ve always been jokes. No one ever intends to be hurtful when they tease Dick, when they pat him on the shoulder and remark on his latest exploit, when they ogle him from behind. It’s a joke. No one actually means it.

Except for the ones who do.

M | Rape/Non-Con | Grayson/Koriand'r, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

I Don't Know How to Say No by Sohotthateveryonedied

“What the hell is your problem?” Dick demands, yanking his arm back. “I was working.”

“That’s what you call working? He had his hands all over you like a piece of meat. You should be thanking me.”

“That’s how an interrogation works, idiot. People give up information more freely when their inhibitions are lowered.”

“If that’s how you interrogate, then I’d hate to see your torture techniques.” Jason stalks off toward the car they arrived in, one of Bruce’s less conspicuous vehicles that they “borrowed” for the night. He opens the driver’s side door and slams it behind him. “Get in the fucking car.”

M | Rape/Non-Con | Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Catalina Flores/Dick Grayson (mentioned)

When Will Enough Be Enough? by Sohotthateveryonedied

Dick Grayson, first and foremost is, and has always been, a performer. The first sunlight to touch his young cherubic face was a spotlight. His first love was the trapeze from which he swung. He was a star. He was perfect.

That was his birthright: talent, strength, beauty. Beauty. All throughout his formative years under the circus tent, it was always Dick’s cheeks that were pinched by fawning old ladies. He was the Flying Grayson whom everyone wanted to get their picture taken with.

Such a looker! The girls are going to be all over you one day, honey, just you wait. It was usually followed by a wink and a laugh, and Dick would laugh right along with them. The attention wasn’t any more of a hardship than the adoring crowds’ cheers were when the dazzling Dick Grayson landed a quadruple flip fifty feet above the ground. Everyone loved him, and he loved being loved.

(A character study about Dick Grayson's relationship with his sexuality, and how his perception of his worth becomes warped by the way others treat him.)

M | Rape/Non-Con, Underage | Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Catalina Flores/Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne

Unsteady by withthekeyisking

Dick grew up watching Bruce take countless women to bed for the sake of the mission, and to get what he needed from different people. He watched, and he learned.

And maybe he doesn't feel the same things the people around him feel, maybe he doesn't really like sex, but it doesn't really matter. Because if sex makes people happy, then why does his opinion on everything matter? It's not their fault he's broken.

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Various, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

If Night Falls in Your Heart by withthekeyisking

Dick never knew how to tell his family about what Tarantula and Mirage did to him, so he simply didn't.

That solution works, until it doesn't.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Catalina Flores/Dick Grayson (past), Miriam Delgado/Dick Grayson (past2), Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

Hat Full of Glass by succeeding

Dick's injured one night on patrol, which is no big deal. Sure, his face is a little burnt, but it's not like anything serious happened-- so why is everyone acting like it has? Faced with a concussion and mandatory rest, he has a lot of time to think, and that's never good for someone in their line of business.

OR: An injury threatens to scar Dick's face, and it brings up a lot of things in him, things he hadn't realized were even there. The Batfamily acts and reacts.

T | Rape/Non-Con, Underage | Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Everyone

Honeypot by Ididloveyou_once

‘If you keep getting older who’s gonna take your place?’ Jason tilted his head to look at Bruce. ‘Did ya hear me, B? I asked who you’ll use as a honeypot when Dickhead’s old and blind.’

The milkshake cup crinkled under Dick’s fingers.

Or: Dick’s kept it together for years and it only takes a single comment for it all to come crashing down.

T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent

here comes the rain again by pocketofsky

Dick doesn’t patrol when it rains. Not since Blüdhaven. And everyone knows that, but they don’t know why.

Or: Dick slowly but surely confronts his trauma. Now featuring: a train, pain, and a lot of rain.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne

When it Rains by vellaphoria

After Cass and Tim return from Paris, something seems… wrong.

Dick tries to find out what it is.

T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain & Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake

little cruelties by misspickman

Years down the line, Tim deals with the consequences of his run-in with the Daughter of Acheron. Sort of.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Tim Drake/Tam Fox, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake & Cassie Sandsmark

Change by TheSilencer

"Are you telling me that being human trafficked felt the same as being a member of the Justice League?"

Dick jerked back. "Don't say it like that. That makes it sound way worse than it is."

Or a mission goes exactly as intended but has unintended consequences.

T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con | Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

something just broke by BeatriceEagle

With teams run by a small handful of big names, recruitment based almost entirely on who you know, and unchecked interteam dating, the superhero community is practically designed to encourage interpersonal abuse. When a former sidekick comes forward to say that she was abused by her mentor, the entire community has to reckon with the part they may have played—and with the abuses that may still be going unnoticed.

(A story of systems, told through chats, texts, and transcripts.)

M | Rape/Non-Con, Underage | Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen, Dick Grayson & Donna Troy, Barbara Gordon & Dinah Lance, Koriand'r & Donna Troy

Petals for Armor by SilverSkiesAtMidnight

There’s a small half-moon of blood under the white of Tim’s nail where he bent it. He studies the red of it, feeling foggy and dreamlike. “Can I ask you a question?”

His brother’s eyes flick to him and away again, surprised and wary. “What?”

His nail doesn’t hurt much, just the dullest of aches when he presses down against it. “When you were homeless, you slept with people for money, didn’t you?”

Jason jerks like he’s been slapped. His knuckles are so pale where they grip the steering wheel they suddenly look more bone than flesh. “Did I -”

“Was it worth it?” Tim asks, drifting like a cloud over whatever furious reaction Jason was about to give him. “The money, I mean.”

His sternum slams into the seatbelt with bruising force. Unbraced for it, his head whips forward and back against his seat as they swerve off the road again and skid to a halt with a screech of rubber.

T | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Tim Drake & Jason Todd

fingerprints all over me (now my throat's choked up and I can't breathe) by lostandlonelybirds (RUNNFROMTHEAK)

“I don’t have my comm, Dick,” is whispered over bare skin as Jason leans in.

There’s a laugh, throaty and wet. No joke has been offered, but no joke is needed.

Two men walk into a bar. Neither walks out.

(Dick is the punchline.)

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Second Generation by lowflyingfruit

Nine months after the 'Blockbuster Incident', a call from Lockhaven Penitentiary regarding Catalina Flores brings all Dick Grayson's plans for his future in Bludhaven crashing down. Thrust suddenly into parenthood and hiding what happened to make him a parent in the first place, Dick must decide, adjust, and accept - and no matter what, the family has to pull together to help him.

Unfortunately, the Red Hood, a newcomer to the Gotham crime scene with a grudge, has his own ideas about Bat-family togetherness. Giving them time and space to work things out peacefully isn't one of them.

T | Rape/Non-Con | No Relationships

[mirronhg]

Does Mira want to have another baby? Has she thought about it? Is it even possible physically for her? Who was the father of the unborn child?

Sorry for the avalanche of questions! I'm curious.

Thank you for your interest! I appreciate it ✧

She had no thoughts of wanting another child, because the memories of pregnancy and the events associated with it in captivity were the only suppressed memories in her head. It only came out when the worm in Commoraggh was looking for something to profit from in her mind. This little bastard literally opened a small Pandora's box to simply take nothing from there. Dying and looking at this memory, she felt something close to a shock and at the same time an understanding of which exactly part of the puzzle was missing in her memories.

In any case, looking back on these events, she felt a sense of deep despondency leading nowhere. She has been trying for many years to get off her life swing of failures to succeed and find something of her own just to end up with her face smashed into the asphalt at high speed. This struggle is pointless and she has given up on wanting something.

In Commoraggh the psyker's abilities were triggered towards biomancy, which restored her body, perceiving non-human organs, which, for the sake of interest, a haemonculus put into her [instead of artificial ones that were there] as her own. That is, biomancy sewed part of drukhari's code into her own. And it wasn't anything good. With artificial intestines, she felt like thick worms were crawling inside her, and now she feels like her insides are itching and she feels discomfort under her skin. She can't get rid of it. Her biomancy will reproduce the erroneous code over and over again. But, nevertheless, from then on, her recovered body was physically able to conceive a child.

And the pregnancy actually happened, some time after the main events of the game. But this pregnancy turned out to be unexpected, because answering Nomos' question about the concept of family, she didn't expect Nomos to perceive the information about the incompatibility of Eldar and human biology as a challenge and turn her being inside out. From now on, her body can recreate a representative of another species and it's not even a half-breed or a hybrid. It's a damn fully drukhari kid.

She had difficult feelings about the sudden pregnancy, because it was neither her nor the decision of the child's father. And she had absolutely no idea what kind of monster she would give birth to. And if the child does appear alive, then he will be an absolute outcast from all sides. It's a terrible fate and she didn't want that for a child. She should have had an abortion, but she just couldn't. Not after everything that had happened in her life. But in the end, everything worked out. The child was born a healthy and full-fledged Eldar as I said before. It was a boy. After a while, he got a sister.

She isn't ready for the third one because this pregnancy is very hard and she has to torn and put a part of her soul into the soul of the children.

I know that joint children from an Eldar and a human were possible only in the first edition, and then it was removed. Now this is just a headcanon of people. But I tried to hang up a few guns, for an outcome like this, that would come together and shoot at her. And when I say that there is almost nothing human left in her, this isn't a dramatic metaphor. It's literally.

In addition, there is another moment that is associated with a pit of total darkness where we will receive the buff "champion of the abyss" if we successfully pass it alone.

And yes, the father is Marazhai.

[gravesung-moving]

@koseigu said:

❛ say my name . louder . ❜ & ❛ i’ve barely even started . ❜ & ❛ i want to hear you beg . ❜ ( warmups for vocalist sugu <3 )

IF YOU'D ASKED SUGURU AT TWENTY what he thought he would be doing in eight years, the answer would most likely not be 'getting his back blown out by the hot drummer for his own band before every show.'

sukuna's stamina is legendary in the wider circle of gossip around them and their band. when suguru first approached him, all he knew about the man was that he was notoriously hot, notoriously mean, and an excellent drummer. all he really cared about was the last part (though, he had to admit curiosity about the first.) as it turned out, excellent was an understatement. he sat and listened to sukuna's reel for hours and hours that first night, mind already awakening rhythms and melodies and lyrics from where they slept under almost a year of writer's block.

initially, sukuna refused. BENEVOLENCE had put out a couple of major hits, but nothing that kept them in the public eye — not like him and satoru were before their duo-band broke up, not even close. of course it made sense that a drummer worth his salt ( and more, in suguru's opinion ) wouldn't want to sign on with a band led by satoru's shadow.

even after he was rejected, suguru would readily admit he became a bit obsessed with sukuna's sound. he listened to that reel again, again, again, wrote accompaniments that wrote themselves, and before he knew it he'd put together a demo with his own vocals over the synths and sent it out.

he didn't expect a response. whatever happened on the other side of that email, he's not sure to this day — something about it must have, as he hoped it would, sparked the inspiration of a man he knew was just as stuck as him.

once they started working together, it didn't take long for suguru to be the recipient of a great deal of unsolicited gossip about his new drummer's sex life. his stamina first among the deluge: he can go for days. i think i heard someone say like, four?? that's a lot! and he's into some real kinky shit.

again: did not ask.

but pandora's box had been opened, and before long suguru found himself casting sidelong looks during recording sessions in the studio. which turned to songwriting sessions with just the two of them once he caught onto sukuna's excellent ear and a knack for bouncing off of suguru's ideas to create something better. they bickered, argued, fought, and the friction between them only amplified what they created together. but suguru was so caught up in flowstate, in the dream, to notice what was happening until it was too late and sukuna's mouth was on his and he wanted it there, had wanted it there, and only when suguru found himself on his knees with sukuna's cock down his throat did he realize that maybe, just maybe, he'd gotten into something dangerous.

attraction is a powerful motivator. it also turns everything around it brittle. he has learned the hard way that a band can't survive a breakup between its two creative centers — one hit and the whole thing shatters.

so don't get your heart involved, said the caustic thing in him that ate away reason, that in matters of attraction he always ended up listening to. easy.

yeah. sure.

to his credit, it seems to be working so far. though he isn't sure what it was about him that drew sukuna into his orbit the same way suguru had already been drawn into his, it isn't a gift horse he particularly feels like looking in the mouth. and though he thought the rumors were exaggerating, they weren't kidding about his stamina. either sukuna brings out something in him that wasn't there before, or suguru has been incredibly shortsighted about his body's limits — repeatedly the other man stretches them, breaks them, and leaves him begging for more.

the more they fuck, the more he suspects it may have been his voice that did it. sukuna likes to hear him — and suguru likes to deny him, calm and honey-smooth and intentionally infuriating, until he's made to. ( and then, sometimes, when it's least expected of him, he likes to flip the script and make sukuna beg in turn. suguru has always enjoyed being underestimated. it makes retribution that much sweeter. )

it's a good thing that his studio is private, situated in the guest house behind suguru's well-kept garden. it's a good thing it's outfitted with soundproofing. every minute of his schedule is accounted for: they'll need to arrive three hours before doors, which means hustling once two p.m. rolls around, but they've been up since six. suguru has found it easier to work around sukuna than to try to make sukuna work around him. if he doesn't block out time, sukuna will take it: more than one press event has been delayed or canceled because suguru was busy gasping against him for the third straight hour, left raspy-voiced and unable to walk.

shows are a little stricter. both of them are required to be in relatively good shape to be able to perform, but that doesn't mean they can't still warm up suguru's voice in unconventional ways. throat-fucking is off the table — really off the table, not 'off the table until sukuna does it anyway' — and besides, this is about exercising his voice, not stifling it. instead: scarlet rope bites into the skin of arms contorted behind his back, locked in place by a web of intricate knots. the patterns weave over his chest, enhancing and pressing and pulling. sukuna under him, keeping his hips in place with one hand as he fucks suguru from below, grabs his hair with the other and yanks his head back just enough to provoke a hiss. "say my name. louder." and suguru truly may have resisted, had he not been edged for the last two hours. but his thighs tremble from keeping the position and from the muscle spasms brought on by almost-orgasm after almost-orgasm, and every movement of sukuna's hips sends a new wave of not-quite-enough-but-oh-god-please bliss through his body, and he isn't sure how much more of this he can take.

so before sukuna can stop mid-thrust again just to make him squirm, just to keep him moving, he complies. ❝ ryo— ngh. ❞ another hard pull at his hair — and as he feared, sukuna stops moving, red eyes boring into his with a flash of dissatisfaction. a choked, desperate sound leaves suguru's throat as he arches his back, tries to move his hips only for the hand in his hair to move to his throat. under those harsh and practiced fingers, his pulse races, faster now. the open air is brutal on his dick, a complete lack of stimulation despite sukuna buried deep inside him causing a throbbing, indescribable sharpness that has his lips pulling back in a grimace. "louder," sukuna snarls below him, pulls his hips low and snaps them back upwards just once. "i want to hear you beg."

❝ ryomen, ❞ suguru bites out, resistant even in his desperation, even though he thinks he might do just about anything if it means sukuna will let him come. ❝ please. ❞ positive reinforcement at using his voice: sukuna moves again, rolls his hips lazily, languidly. yet more precum leaks down the length of his shaft, drips down to meet the mess already present. he imagines one of those lovely hands wrapping around his dick and it does not make his situation any better. the new motion is enough to make him moan again, and he sees — feels — a shiver roll down his partner's spine.

and that is all he needs. suguru could delude himself into thinking he's in control by raising his voice, gasping, groaning sukuna's name and please into the crook of his neck as his drummer's tongue runs up the tense line of his jugular, but knowing that he isn't is the thrill that binds them together in this moment. for what he hopes is the last time this morning, sukuna wraps a hand around him and fucks him hard and works him up until his toes are curling, the slight tremor in his thighs growing more violent, tension rippling through his arms and shoulders and abdomen, his moans growing louder and filthier still —

— and then the pressure is gone. the hips still their motion again. sukuna's face is still hovering close to his neck, to his ear; he pulls suguru back by the hair until they're just far apart enough to look each other in the eye. "nah. i've barely even started."

suguru's eyes are filmy with tears, violet consumed by pupils in desire and frustration both. his voice is low and clear, vocal cords responsive and warm like they should be on show day. ❝ i hate you. ❞

[drdemonprince]

I bought your book Laziness Does Not Exist a while ago, read it and put it back onto my book shelf. Recently after some major life trauma I gave it to my husband to read - he's mid way through and he's constantly talking about his much it's resonating with him while he has tears streaming down his face. He's a cis-het white man who and works in construction development.

Two things, this book saved my marriage and probably my husbands life. Secondly your books and essays ( Empathy is overrated in particular) have been life changing for me. It like opening Pandora's box, I can't ever go back to what I used to think. Thank you.

The way you write speaks the truth into whomever reads it. The perspective you articulate is what so many of us feel but can't find the language to describe. In your books and essays. It's also a perspective for anyone who doesn't experience burnout to understand.

This isn't a question its a comment of gratitude. Your work has changed my life in so many ways. I will keep buying your work, and ill be giving it as gifts to many people.

I hope to see your work as a required read for anyone who works with the public. And I hope to see you thrive and enjoy your life in the most fulfilling and peaceful way possible. We all deserve that. Thank you again for sharing your mind with us all!!

omg wow its so crazy that what i experience as just frenetic hamster wheel running inside my own mind has an impact on people in the world!!! thanks for the kind message, and for reading.

[the-white-soul]

*Flowey mutters, feeling mighty embarrassed now about his favorite stories being fairy tales. Every else sounds so cool!He mutters his answer so people can barely hear.* I like James and the tomato stalk…

*He speaks louder and with more excitement now that that’s over with, adding onto it to make himself sound cooler.*

Uh, but I gotta agree with 1984! The torture scenes are so good. And the inner party has so much power over everyone else! That would have been so perfect to try out in one of my runs while I had the resets, but I imagine it'd need to take years to get to that point. I don't have that patience.

*He glances at Chara for a moment, then back to Kara. He might take up their offer to leave and talk about his their interests.* Hey, Kara? Do you know how much time do we have left before we resume? I wasn't to know if I have enough time for something.

(Kara) "Flowey, your favorite book sounds amazing! I mean technically Harry Potter's a fairy tale just made by a jackass! Anyways this should start in 10 minutes! We have time for whatever you have."

(Noelle) "Hey, Chara. Want to go on a quick walk!"

(Chara) "Why?"

(Noelle) "I think we should really take a walk Chara! *Whispered* To get away from them for a second."

(Chara) "Ah, okay! We're going on a quick walk!"

(Noelle) "*They walk out fast and Chara and Noelle are alone* Will you ever tell them the secret?"

(Chara) "My real question is, why haven't you? If it's because you feel bad about hurting Flowey..."

(Noelle) "No, it's something I can't trust you or anyone with."

(Chara) "Come on, I promise not to tell!"

(Noelle) "A promise like that isn't worth making."

(Chara) "Please! It's been nagging at me for years!"

(Noelle) "I've only been here a couple months."

(Chara) "Well, it felt like a year. I swear on Asriel's soul I won't tell anyone."

(Noelle) "You mean that?"

(Chara) "There are very few people I love more than Asriel. Of course, I mean it."

(Noelle) "Alright, I want to trap humans under a barrier."

(Chara) "What?"

(Noelle) "I've learned after seeing the atrocities committed by Clover that humans and monsters can't coexist. I wanted them to and tried my best but it didn't work. I knew the original barrier wouldn't work because humans hate everyone. So I thought to give the humans a piece of their own medicine with a few exceptions. Kara can stay since they're half both and deserve to be friends with Flowey. I could never tell them I'm Noelle because I'd rather they think I was dead than this."

(Chara) "What the fuck?!"

(Noelle) "That's all I'm saying right now."

(Chara) "No. That's not all you're saying. You can't just tell me you want to segregate humans and monsters, in the end. You've opened Pandora's box!"

(Noelle) "*Laughs a bit* Once I tell you how I'll achieve my goal, I'll never achieve my goal. ;). Now let's go back to Kara and Flowey. Oh and if you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you. Now let's go."

(Chara) "Fine. *Grabs Noelle's hand and tightens their grip until Noelle is in such pain she almost screams. They whispered* Because I put this on Asriel I'm not going to tell anyone but don't threaten me. I never promised not to kill you."

(Noelle) "Let go!"

(Chara) "No, let's just stay here a bit. *Makes sure no one's around and bites down hard on Noelle. They let her bleed out for a full minute. While this is happening Noelle can only stay in horror pleading with them to stop the pain. It hurts like a stab wound and almost gets infected.

(Noelle) "Please you made your point just stop it."

(Chara) "Did I make my point? I'm not so sure yet. You know for times like this I get some salt. *Grabs it and puts it right on the wound.* Do you like that?"

(Noelle) "I'll do whatever you want just stop this torture or I'll tell Kara!"

(Chara) "I'll tell them about your little plan then."

(Noelle) "You swore not to."

(Chara) "Asriel believes that I should've lived. He made me promise him that I'd never die for something stupid a long time ago. *Bites again.* If you're threatening me, you must be pretty stupid. *She starts to cry but Chara punches her until they stop. Then they whisper their final warning* Don't fuck with me. Now, let's get back to that court room. Oh and here's a butts pie. *Forcefedd it down her throat.* Now no one will know. Right, Noelle?"

(Noelle) "No one will know. *They walk back into the room. There is still 5 minutes left.*"

[bullet-prooflove]

Donna’s Wednesday Radio Show Prompt List #12

Hey guys! As some of may know I do a weekly radioshow on Wednesdays and I thought why not put together a prompt list from some of the songs I’ve been playing. I thought it would bring some fresh prompts into our world!

Feel free to pop any of these prompts with a charcter I write for (You can find these on the pinned post on my blog) into my ASK box!

Also don't forget to put the entire prompt in and not just the number!

One has diamonds in his pockets

Remember the words you told me, love me 'til the day I die

But I can never escape The war inside my skull

But I wonder, where were you? When I was at my worst down on my knees

Broken down in agony

Is she alive?

I'm dancin' on my own 

Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now

Did you get out I'm wondering where you are?

I see you layin' there with me Like my missing puzzle piece

 all of the lines we've crossed

Trying to save what's left before everything is gone

All tied up

You opened up Pandora's box, You don't know what you just unlocked

Maybe all the secrets that she knows won’t save her

The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth

Too many years of battle scars

Let go of my darkest thoughts

Rewrite your history

Did you follow your, follow your fire

I always saw you reaching and catching stars

The weird and the novelties

Just wanna touch you for a minute

And my heart's turned cold since you left my life

 don't give up, it's a little complicated

And now I want it bad

Light up your wildest dreams

We promised that we'd never part On a tree, under the stars

what doesn’t kill you makes you that bit stranger

It's such a shame we fucked it up, you and me

You almost turned me psycho, I almost lost my mind

Hung on your sleeve, you wore your heart on it

You left with no warning 

Sweet love, my oldest friend

Drinking, kissing in the street We couldn't get enough

And I pray that hope's not lost

I'm following the map that leads to you

The story of us, it always starts the same

I've escaped many vices Like drugs and alcohol

I can't accept it's over now

And I'm just a dead man walking tonight

I never miss a beat I'm lightnin' on my feet

You damaged what we had

Come on and talk to me

No make-up, no pretend

I don't know what I'm doing wrong

Lately our conversations end like it's the last goodbye

You beat me at my own damn game

You're gonna keep your head up through it all

Have we come to the bitter end?

I see you staring out the corner of my eye

I got some pictures on my phone

I miss the conversation

I was there for you in your darkest night

You marry me, your father will disown you

you're losing faith while I've been holding on

 one of us gets too drunk and calls about a hundred times

And you said you had my back So I wonder, where were you?

fire always makes it better

 I tried to find shelter here in the arms of someone new

Now, I can't get over you

This has gotta be the good life

I like to think that we had it all

We all got our stories but please, tell me

I'm the one that loved you baby can't you see?

Prozac can make it better

But how do I feel this good sober?

I say oh, got this feeling that you can't fight

And if you like to talk for hours Just go ahead now

 They don't know Where I've been for the past few years or so

[maguro13-2]

STREET FIGHTER X TEKKEN EXPLAINED!

Ryu : (Sighs) Another day, another fighting tournament go off the scales. Oh well, can't be too hard on that, might as well make a geniues effort about giving ourselves to that kind of experience of the Blanka makes pound cake thing. Glad that didn't happened. I might as well spend the day with this crap sandwich.

*Hears something landing*

Ryu : Huh? What's this? Looks like something has left from a galactic civilization. I wonder what's this doing here?

Ken : Dude. I think that's called the Pandora's Box, it was probably left it from the Sky and nobody would noticed that someone left it hear from unknown reasons. It could be Alien power.

Ryu : Aliens, Ken? Look I'm not into a sci-fi person, but whatever this is doing on earth, I wonder how are supposed to deal with this machinery? If it's ancient like my ancestors then so am I.

Ken : Who knows dude? Maybe it's a just a worthless artifact or something.

Kazuya : That box is not worthless, it's highly rare.

Ryu : Kazuya.

Kazuya : Long time no see, Street Fighter. What a shocking coincidence on finding this contraption. You found Pandora's box and I found out it first.

Ken : Actually, we're the ones who founded first, we've been like this since the 80s and 90s, we've been like this for over a decade or a year two. Since we are the only guys of the FGC, we're doing something respectively, for anyone in Fighting Game don't know what the heck are we fighting over for?

Ryu : It's an amazing discovery that we found the name of Pandora's Box, which is a some kind of alien device thingy from outer space and it contains deadly, evil, power.

Ken : Worse, it could be anything that might be deadly, evil, power thingy.

Ryu : We've already know that. Look, Kazuya. This is what you've been digging on earth and I do believe that Pandora's Box is simply a misfit to science we're taking this guile to for some experimental research.

Kazuya : But we found first, so it's ours for research.

*the two fights over Pandora's box*

Ryu : it's mine, back off!

Kazuya : No it's mine! I found it first!

*Ryu and Kazuya straining angrily+scene cuts*

Ryu : Good job, doofus. You got our two companies involved of fighting over a stupid box. What kind of plot device was that?

Kazuya : Consider it yourself, an idiot.

Ryu : Yeah, we felt like this over a day since your son met at a crossover strategy game by the guys who made Xenoblade Chronicles which Shulk was never in, do you believe that, Monolith Soft never put Shulk in one crossover game by that video game/toy company and this is our respect for a new demonstration, all the games in Japan were popular in the day since 1980.

Kazuya : Well, at least, that the powers of Pandora did not opened.

Ryu : Wait what?

Xiaoyu : *Straining* Uhh, guys? Why did I feel so evil in my system...?

*DBZ SFX : Powering up*

[Sacred Dark by Keiichi Okabe plays]

Xiaoyu : WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

Ryu : Wait a second, this wasn't part of our deal of fighting over the box! We don't remember everyone doing that!?

Jin : *straining* My heart, my soul, my everything...

*DBZ SFX : Powering up*

Jin : RRRAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!!!

Blanka : Blanka don't fee so good.

*DBZ SFX : Powering UP*

Blank : *screams furiously*

Kazuya : Aw Crap! We opened the powers of Pandora Box!

Ken : I knew that device was from space people! We should've destroyed that thing in any minute! I told you having crossovers with you guys, is all your faults!

Kazuya : What? We told you that we wanted to take Pandora's Box for research, but these idiots involved we're supposed to be possessed by it's power that turns everyone evil!

Ryu : At least you were supposed to have yourself scheduled in this crossover for a fight in the packet!

*The fighters are in Pandora Mode and going beserk*

Ryu : Oh man! What have we done!? I knew crossovering with you guys was stupid, but the entire world is in chaos of because of our responbility, fighting over evil in a can is such a stupid idea, thanks a lot to our irresponsible selves all thanks to your stupid shenanigans.

Kazuya : Well, at least you don't have a proper material to bring that to science in order to save world, Mr. Snoopy pants!

Ken : Should we even save everyone or we're just gonna stand here and watch the super deadly, evil, alien power take control of our mind, heart, and soul?! Is that a yes?!

Chun-Li : You idiots! What have you done!?

Cammy : Do you have any idea what's going on?! We're you idiots trying to doom the entire world!?

Anna : It was all his idea to find that stupid box and has super deadly, evil, powers that turns everyone evil which is known as Pandora Mode.

Nina : What!? I-[stutters] Kazuya! You son of a gun! Look what you did to everyone! Now the whole world's doomed because of your stupid shenanigans!

Kazuya : Nina! I can explain! I can fix this! No problems needed to be done!

Heihachi : Kazuya! Look what you've done to me!

Kazuya : Oh boy. I guess he's involved with this too.

*Heihachi is in Pandora Mode*

Heihachi : You did this to me! You did this from your foolishness! YOU ARE A MENACE, YOU HEAR ME!?! YOU ARE A MENACE!!!!

Ryu : But we didn't meant to...why did we even...Oh no, no no...!

*Ryu falls down on his knees+looks up into the sky*

Ryu : WHY DID WE EVEN CROSSOVER WITH THEM!?! WHY!?!

*Why is echoed*

*Imaginary Scenario ends*

Kazuya : And that is why I told you before, I did not even want to impress shenanigans over evil devices that could doom us all and I meant you that, I don't deal with anyone in my plans having responsibilities for any occasions, no idea of how I got into a situation between those guys.

Ryu : Look, I promise that this time we'll get it right and not do any of the super bad stuff. Promise me that you'll do it right when the time is right.

Kazuya : Oh yes, that reminded one thing about it...Do you happened to know if this is gonna work between us, I mean my sister is coming from town and I have a meeting with her.

Ryu : That tomboyish sister of yours...Who was her name again?

Kazuya : Reina...Reina Mishima. That's my sister's name.

Ryu : Wait, nobody in the fighting game community that you have a sister. How is that even a plot twist...

Kazuya : Around 30 years?

Ryu : Unbelievable. Also, they just found out that this showing Juri's toes thing is not my cup of tea, I need that to get memory wiped out and never do it again, but I promise that it would be a great deal for us to handle our situations with the perverted stuff happening in our minds. Blank memory space. All good in with the program.

Kazuya : Same to you, that really happened when Nina once wore her classic outfit without weary any shoes like me, I don't wear shoes but mostly I do during battles.

Ryu : What?

Nina : *blushes* H-Hey! Don't get that idea on me! You said wanted a player character without wearing shoes, so that's my idea of not wearing shoes before I wore shoes in my suit! Same goes to Lili who doesn't like wearing shoes.

Lili : Hey, that only only happens from modders or even in customization. I don't know why I got that mixed up.

Ryu : So we all agree that we can finally show how much appreciation from all the players that we've shown in the FGC, do we make ourselves clear?

Kazuya : Clear as ever...

Mai : Hey, guys! Guess what!? I decided to ditch my appealing costume that I wored for years and decided to wear black, I got a fresh new suit for my new kicks!

Ryu : Now I understand why I was upgraded into this.

Mai : Probably like a next day, Tuesday next day. You know what it is, I'm feelling glad that I don't even wear red anymore, I wear black now and that appealing costume made look appealing since SNK decided to drop the red.

Ryu : That is the reason you were banned from Smash because of that appeal.

Mai : ....It's true, I thought showing a little skin would be too much to deal with. Why didn't anyone think about it before I started wear black.

Goku Black Hmmm...I like your appreciation.

Mai : See? This is exactly the reason that I promise it won't be a bad thing and cannot be affective anymore. Everyone likes this get up.

Terry : Good thing that everyone wore a belt on their crotch, no offense, but...I think we're good since we joined the roster by Nintendo.

Heihachi : Hello, boys and girls. I'm back!

M Bison : I just got back from today's travel to the mall!

Kazuya : Yep. There is never going to change that. This never gets old.

Ryu : Here we go again.

*iris out*

[vltra-mayhem]

VLTRA MAYHEM DEVLOG MARCH-APRIL-MAY...

*Hello there! Apologies for the wait, I have been trying to figure out how to open my drafts since I usually write them down separately across days, but I see now that I should not do that to avoid leaving you all in the dark for too long. On top of that, the game's progress had been put on a TINY break due to the main developer going on a vacation. But now that she is back, we can continue on!

*Anywho! Vltra Mayhem has been going pretty well! I have been given a lot more information to share with you all today, so I hope you are all ready!

*To start off simple, let's start with the battle system.

*There's a lot to say about it, but I'm allowed to talk about some stuff that is already fully implemented! Such as the Bullet Hell Battle System which has been seen in games such as "Undertale" and "Deltarune".

*The plugin used to emulate that kind of battle system is called "Synrecs Understriker Plugin" since the game is made in "RPG Maker MV".

*The devs are very happy with these things! It's a struggle trying to get everything you want exactly how you want it with the limits RPG maker brings and the non-exsistant ability to code.

*On top of that the battle UI has been changed ALOT, The screenshots above do not display it, but it currently looks like this:

*It's pretty neat looking, if I do say so myself. The Pulse Meter also known as the "HP Bar" and The Sanity Meter also known as the "MP Bar" both displayed neatly in the boxes at the bottom. *As you can see the bar on the side that's The Spirit Bar but more widely known as the "Team TP Bar"

*Moving away from the Battle System, let's talk a bit about the overworld a little! *Something that Pandora (The lead developer) tries her best to do is make the overworld as fun and interesting to go through as possible by adding a lot of NPCs and such, all with unique and silly dialog! Here are a few:

*That's all :), It's not, but we can't show ALL of it! Where would be the fun in THAT. *Anyway, Aside from NPCs there's being put a lot of work in the tile sets and the environment of each map, for example the… The demo area's map is supposed to feel very sweet, calm and homey, and they seem to do their best to success in that! *So far the demo is just about 60/50% done it seems, and they can't wait to share it with you all! *Another thing, so I, was informed to inform you all about is the fact that Vltra Mayhem is looking for PIXEL ARTISTS to help create stunning imagery for the game such as tile sets and more! A couple more applications are open, so please feel free to check the application link below! * Application link! *That's about all I've got to show! I hope you enjoyed, and we hope to see you at the end of June to share more! Enjoy your month of Pride, by the way!

[nosuchthingasagruffalo]

S2 Chapter 3

Charlotte kicked off her boots and flopped onto her bed. She was finding this assignment made her feel more weary as the weeks went on. The more she thought of her brother the harder she worked, she took extra shifts and brought her work to her quarters, but now she was starting to feel her brain fog, every day rolled into the next and she stayed away from crew drinks and group holo parties. She heard a beep at her door and pulled on her boots, expecting her managing Lieutenant she stood to attention. As the door open she froze.

"Instinct is driven by subconscious micro calculations. The brain making sense of fragmented observations. Instinct tells me I should leave you here, not involve you. To take you from here will compromise the safety of us both, there are other parties who are involved who will be displeased by this action."

"So why are you here" Lottie responded.

"Because I need someone whom I trust. Because I need someone who is willing to open the Pandora's box and face the consequences with me. Because there's no other officer who has your tenacity, strength of character or quest for justness" An eyebrow lifted "Well there is, but when she finds out what I'm doing, who I'm watching, she will have me scrubbing the nacelles for the next three decades"

Lottie smiled "well seeing as I'm her daughter she will up my sentence to four decades, just so you know. Seriously though, if you're doing this for us, for Amal, you really don't need to become entangled in this messy shit that is our family's cause and curse,"

Seven frowned "your family, sorry, I hadn't thought, I , oh"

Lottie didn't often see the ex-Borg stutter or lost for words, she took a step closer "Seven, Commander, I'm sorry, I didn't mean you aren't our family, of course you are, you're a big sister to me, you know you're an integral part. It's just, I don't want to drag you down, we and especially mom have had such a big impact on your life that hasn't always been for the best, I'd feel guilty if you threw away the chance of a happy life to be part of our spiral into darkness"

Seven put her arm around Lottie "if there's one thing I have learned about human relationships and families. It's that they are dysfunctional, chaotic and perfection, in their own way. Messy shit as you so eloquently put it. If you want to leave with me you can. You'll re-join Abioye's ship, you will be in engineering, I don't want you too visible, you will quietly observe, we will meet off duty and off the record".

"You know I'm not going to say no, I need to message Niamh though as she's due to visit me in two weeks"

"No need, I spoke to her before I left in anticipation of your acceptance"

Lottie's mouth hung open as she watched the woman before her turn away to hide her smirk "One day you'll be wrong about me, but not today I suppose".

*********

The Janeway apartment - San Francisco

Kathryn opened the box, inside was Amal's baby booties, a mother's day card, a badly painted Flotter picture. She heard a noise and looked up.

"Hello dear wife, fancy seeing you here"

"Chakotay, I'm sorry I've been away so long, I've got so much to tell you. I wanted to see the kids too, I didn't realise Lottie was going to be gone so long. I wanted to see them all before I set back off again. Chakotay, I don't know what I should and should not tell you.."

"I don't want to hear anything Kathryn, it's over don't you understand. You can't bring him back, you can't chase his ghost. You need to focus on those of us still here"

"Chakotay, I can't do that, just listen if we can make his death mean something we co..."

"No Kathryn, this ends here. Nothing good will come of this. For your family you need to let it go, stay here, do you even care what I, what we all think?"

"It's not that" Kathryn could feel her voice raising "to ask me to let it go, do you understand me at all? Did you ever understand me?"

"Did you ever care? Really? As in see anything from my perspective? Not even work, just what I might think, I know you love me but I don't think you respect me as someone equal to you. I can't just wait around wondering what you'll do next. If you can't stay here, if your need to be the hero outweighs all else, well it's best for you to stay at our Indiana place for a while, on the off chance you're on Earth anytime soon."

Kathryn expected to feel white hot rage, to wish she had an airlock to throw her husband out of, but instead she felt ice coldness towards him, he was letting her down, he was holding her back. "Well, I guess it ends here. I'll call the kids" she tucked the box under her arm and walked to the door before the tears that had unexpectedly started to sting the back of her eyes threatened to fall.

*** USS Voyager

Captain Tuvok raised an eyebrow as he lifted the cup of tea to his lips. "Admiral, I see you have updated your emergency contact to one Phoebe Janeway"

"I knew you would have done your due diligence Captain, I trust you have updated on all the systems"

"Indeed Admiral, is this something you would like to discuss with me? As a friend, off record"

"No Tuvok, I don't even know what to think myself anymore. There will be a time, but for now I've got bigger things to worry about. I've had further reports of Amal being in some sort of assignment, I don't know who for. But it seems someone recruited him out of the Academy nearly a year ago. Who they were working for I don't yet know. I need to investigate further but I need a mission to cover my investigations, so I thought I'd rejoin you. Seems like you have an assignment I can tag along on that will seem like I'm nicely out of the way?"

"Very well. However knowing the former Commander and yourself as I do, being separated from T'Pel, unsure of the status of my marriage may I offer.."

"Tuvok"

The Vulcan composed himself "Apologies, yes the planet, it's home to microscopic life. First contact will likely never meet the regulations of the Prime Directive but Command has identified a strong intelligence. Our mission is to determine of there is any threat posed by these life forms and to take action if so"

"I think that's just the sort of challenge to distract me" smiled the Admiral.

****

Lottie sat with the junior officers at the mess of the Essex. Seven had explained the suspicions she had about her Captain and Lottie suggested the best way to get more information was to target anyone in the know when their inhibitions were lowered. "So Commander Never Chat On Duty is your godmother then? Gee I'd hate my private life being in the tabloids from the day I was born". Lottie grimaced, these days the press left her family alone but when Voyager returned from the Delta Quadrant, the Captain pregnant with the father being eventually revealed as her second in Command, the rumours and headlines had taken a few years to abate.

"Yes but I haven't really spent much time with her over the years, she was MIA with the Rangers for a bit, I suppose didn't want to slot into our family the way my mother had hoped. I'm not here to spend time with her. I wanted to serve under Abioye, he has a distinguished record in active service. I've heard of some of the battles he served in, he's a hero."

The Lieutenant laughed "yeah I suppose. A great soldier, a leader? I don't know, he's a yes man. He follows orders to a tee, he's ok I guess. What you'd call a company man, he'll give you chances to try new things though. You like trying new things? I can show you a thing or two"

Lottie swallowed her grimace and tried her best coy smile "maybe another time".

****

Back in Seven's quarters Seven was pacing "What a pig, thinking you're an Ensign who wants to please the seniors, I'm going to put him on the Gamma shift back to back for a month" fury burning her face.

"Auntie, really it's fine, I learned how to deal with those losers my first day in the Academy. Besides if they actually got me back to his it would be me teaching them a thing or ... sorry sorry, that's a joke. It was useful "data" to gather. Plus watch this. Some friends and I on DS5 were working on undetectable espionage, an unofficial assignment from our Chief Engineer. You know we couldn't crack the secondary code before? Well, it turns out the first step is based on musical arpeggios, the rest followed from there and of course I was in and out before I could be detected." Lottie looked out of the window "what side are you on Captain"

"I knew you'd make a fine officer. Send me the files and I'll look over them. We need to know if we can trust him or not" Seven said

"The decoded information didn't make much sense to me, do you think you can make sense of it?"

"Twenty years ago it would be simpler than beating Harry Kim at Kal Toh, but as you know the longer I've been away from the Borg the more my humanity has developed, I've lost some of the advantages my Borg upbringing afforded me."

"So now you can tell when Mom's hustling on the pool table but aren't good enough to be her team mate?"

"Oh Lottie" Seven smiled "If there's one thing Kathryn's taught me, it's how to be s shark at the pool table".

****

Kathryn and Tuvok stood on the planet's surface. At first look it seemed green and peaceful, flowers bobbed in the wind and leafy trees with boughs weighted down with summer fruit. Kathryn detected the microscopic life forms on her tricorders, they felt short electric shocks. "Are they trying to communicate?" Kathryn wondered.

"It would seem so" Tuvok responded, "They are making these shocks at will, the larger numbers they congregate in the stronger the shock. Maybe if we lay our weapons on the floor it will show we mean no harm".

Kathryn nodded and placed her phaser on the floor and was stunned to see a force field appear around it. Suddenly the shocks were increasing and she fell to the floor, she felt Tuvok help her up and they stumbled towards the shuttle. A shock to Tuvok's head and he was disorientated, Kathryn pulling his weight over her back as she opened the door and pulled them inside. At the controls Kathryn found every time she touched them they short circuited. She could only get the shuttle a few feet off the floor before it fell down again. She leaned under the console and pushed two of the buttons at the same time, the shuttle shot up and they sped towards Voyager. As the shuttle entered the larger ship, energy beams from the surface knocking Voyager's shields to less than 50%. Kathryn raced onto the bridge "Ensign Hussein what are you waiting for, get us out of here" she roared.

[kookiecrumb]

JJK || Someway

Chapter Three

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summary: You go on a non-refundable cruise with your LA realtor ex-boyfriend. Things get interesting.

tags: one bed trope, exes to lovers, mutual pining, stubborn!y/n, vacation, smut, angst, fluff

warnings: jealousyyyyy, explicit language

wc: 1.7K

Jungkook's decision to work out was independent of what happened between the two of you last night. Not that he was completely ignoring your conversation, but it was irrelevant toward his routine. 

That being said, it did affect his performance. A third of the way through, he put the equipment in a resting position and just laid there, his headphones still on and everything, breathing hard. 

He double tapped the drum of his headphones to turn the music off. The sound of clanking weights and grunts could be heard. The scent of sweat and adrenaline was potent in the air. It was overstimulatimg.

He needed to leave. 

Jungkook cleans off the equipment, gets his things from the locker rooms and is about to head out when he spots you talking to the receptionist. 

It totally looks like he's flirting with you. 

It…really looks like he's flirting with you. 

Jungkook's face turns bright red. He can't pull his eyes away from you, laughing and smiling at this mid-at-best guy who thinks he's goddamn Eddy Murphy or some shit. 

But this is what you wanted! This is what you both wanted. Good for you.

You smile and turn your head in his direction. He looks absolutely terrified. He is terrified.

Your face drops and you move away from the desk, stepping towards him, but Jungkook has already scattered. 

So much for that. 

It might be worth talking to him later about it. But then again, what is there to talk about? If you assume that he was upset or jealous of seeing you simply talking to another guy, then that would be opening up Pandora's Box. Confrontation is your worst enemy. 

And what if he confronts you about it? You'd have to defend yourself.

You'd have to defend yourself and he'd quickly realize there was nothing to defend in the first place. Then you'd be seen as weak.

It would be revealed that you're not this strong, confident, put-together woman, even though it's been months. You still want him. Who wouldn't?

You clench the wallet in your hand and drag it off the table, briefly thanking the receptionist before walking toward the yoga studio just beyond the sauna. 

The morning went by quickly, otherwise. The yoga class was supposed to be two hours long, but it had only felt like thirty minutes to you.

It had a wonderful view of the Pacific Ocean as well, with the crescening waves below playing with the sunlight. You felt refreshed after all that stretching and holding, but you were starving. 

It was just about time for brunch. You were feeling some strawberry yogurt and granola with some banana. Back in LA, we call those parfaits, like the French word for perfect. 

Valley girls love French, for aesthetic purposes. You're not surprised the trend has resurged nowadays. In this restaurant, right now, you could point out at least seven girls wearing a jacket matched with a miniskirt. 

Just so fetch, as Karen would say. 

Fashion is meant to be fun. What's the point of being stupid rich if not to spend it, stupidly? Perhaps a shopping trip is in order. You're almost certain that the luxury shops on-board are open for business. 

You imagine it now, another diamond tennis bracelet to match your skirts, or a sapphire necklace to compliment your evening dress. 

Perhaps you'll find another pair of those limited edition shoes from Dior. You've been hunting them down like a hound ever since their release.

You spoon another layer of yogurt into your mouth. Looks like your afternoon plans are in place, some retail therapy, if you will.

"My ex-girlfriend says I'm a good liar. I want to test the theory," Jungkook says as he slides over a Benjamin toward the attendant in exchange for twenty five-dollar chips. 

"Sir," the poor guy smiles. "That's hilarious." 

Jungkook can tell he doesn't actually think the joke is funny. With an awkward grimace, he shovels the chips from the slot between the two of them, pockets them, and walks away. 

It wasn't long before Jungkook sat down for his first game of blackjack with a pint of beer set down on a comically small coaster next to him. 

He didn't budge from his seat until he broke even. It was a good thirty minutes before he was winning money. It took another four for him to consider opting out. 

He was three hundred dollars over his break-even point. He had spectators gathered around him to witness him correctly predict and strategize around the cards he'd drawn. It was a sight to behold.

The stakes weren't high. He was still betting twenty dollars per round, but he was on a winning streak. He could have kept going, easily. 

He pulls out of his chair. He takes his chips. He thanks the dealer, and he cashes in. 

"She was right," he says, folding two extra hundred dollar bills into his wallet. "Now I gotta prove her wrong." 

"Prove who wrong?" A voice that isn't yours says from behind him. Jungkook turns to greet its owner. 

She's a young woman with long, braided hair. Her glasses sit upon her nose quaintly and her eyes are radiant. 

"My ex-girlfriend," Jungkook replies, quickly. 

"Ohh…You're still hung up over your ex?" She makes a judgemental face. 

Now who is she to judge someone's healing process? It takes time to get over an ex, especially if that ex was smart…pretty…rich…

Fuck. Why did he break up with you again?

"Well, yeah. It's normal," he defends. 

"That's a shame," she sighs with a fake pout on her lips. 

"Yeah," Jungkook looks away awkwardly. "Thanks for checking in," he concludes and continues on his way. 

"Waaait!" She exclaims. "I can help you get over her if you really want to…" 

There it is. The perfect opportunity. It's staring him right in the face again and all he has to say is, 'Yes, I do,' at most. Jungkook cannot fuck this up. 

"...nooo…" he says, in a small voice. "No…" he frowned.

The young woman rolls her eyes. "Pf, okay. You aren't even all that cute anyways, and…" Her voice grew quiet in Jungkook's mind as he looked beyond her. 

There you are, carrying fifty million luxury shopping bags, trudging along the hallway with your good pair of sunglasses. It looks like you're on your way toward the casino. 

The girl had stormed off by now. 

That's fine by him.

He's got a bigger problem on his hands, at least, according to him. 

A concierge greets you at the door or the casino lobby. He happily takes all of your bags up to your suite, safely with the exemption of your clutch bag containing all you'll be needing for today. 

You're about to hand over your card so they can register your room, but it seems as if they've already made an account under that number and there's a limit on how many times you can visit a day. 

"Well that's a little ridiculous, don't you think?" you laugh. "You'd be losing money!" 

"We are already losing money, miss. Your boyfriend–" 

"Ex-boyfriend!" 

"Ex-boyfriend has robbed us of two hundred dollars in blackjack just a few minutes ago," he says firmly.  

You're delighted by news of his big win. A feeling adjacent to pride taints your otherwise stern heart towards him. 

"Well, if that's the case…what do you suggest I do meanwhile?" You say, sweetly. "I planned on spending my entire evening here. You don't supposed I could make a last minute reservation for that restaurant upstairs?" 

"No, ma'am…unfortunately, they are booked through and through," he replies with a regretful tone. 

"Like…booked?" 

"Booked," he reassures. "Absolutely." 

After a while of clicking around the reservations on his computer, the attendant goes, "But it looks like you have a reservation here, already, for tonight…" 

You shake your head. "It's him again." 

"Well, it is on there. If you decide to go, you'll be admitted," he says. 

Actually, It wouldn't be the end of the world to have dinner with him. 

The natural solution would be to double date, but the idea is repulsing you right now. You would only be sharing a table. There wouldn't be an obligation to actually talk to one another or hold hands…or listen to each other's stories…or stare into each other's eyes over candlelight…or anything. 

Jungkook appears behind you, hands in his pockets with a smug look on his face. "Haha, you can't gamble," he teases. 

"Shut up. I need to ask you something," You pull him to the side, back out into the hallway. He begrudgingly complies. 

He flashes a smile, bright and charming. "Huh?" 

The sunlight plays with his hair as it sets over the open sea, a gentle glow resting on his face as you speak. "Uhm," 

"Yeaaahhh~" he laughs. 

"Are you drunk or something?" You comment, shaking him a little. "Stop that." 

Jungkook clears his throat and nods. He straightens up. "Okay." 

You're instantly intimidated. You brought him out here to say something, but it seems it has escaped your train of thought. "Like I was trying to say," you pause. 

Jungkook gestures for you to continue. 

"I was wondering if I could use your reservation for tonight. They're completely booked and…you can't book more than one table for a room…" 

He stares at you questioningly, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Huh? A date, then?" 

"No! Not like a date. The opposite of that. I want to eat the food there and you're gonna take me," 

"Y/N, that sounds like a fucking date to me," he nods his head insistently. 

"Well it's not."

In that moment, his stare felt heavier on you than usual. His careful hands wanted to reach for yours and, without a word, hold them close to his heart. He wanted to keep them there. Your breath stuttered. 

"Yeah, it is," he says, softly. 

You turn away. "And I'm the stubborn one?" you mutter. 

Jungkook's eyes wander around you before settling on your shoes. "Anyways, we could meet back at the hotel room and just…go after seven." 

"Yeah!" you reply, a bit too enthusiastically. Jungkook purses his lips to keep a smile from escaping. 

" …Yeah. Okay," you say, slowly. 

-

a/n: I I updating April 15th. No more begging. I have to actually write the next chapter 🤭

[macchiatosdumptruck]

So I was looking at deleted scenes from

CK and came across one where Terry and John are talking on Terry’s balcony after meeting for the first time in years. Then this line from Terry comes up:

“Danny-boy? I thought he was busy chopping prices.” 

In this deleted scene from season 4, Terry’s talking to John who casually mentions Daniel...and clearly, with that response, Terry knows what (Daniel’s) been up to, and has seen him on TV as well. Probably driven past a billboard or two- maybe even his car dealership!

So why then, didn’t Terry...do something all this time? What was it that John did or said that made Terry go off the rails so badly after spending 30+ years living peacefully, and not being bothered seeing “Danny-boy” on TV? What triggered him to just throw away three decades of a peaceful, wealthy, and successful life for a karate dojo?

Honestly, I feel somewhat bad for Terry here. John really opened up Pandora’s Box by being a selfish, scheming, and evil prick. 

I’m new to CK and would like your thoughts on this, if you don’t mind! :)

Also, on a lighter note, Terry’s tone of voice and expression when he says the line cracks me up. Just like a little boy in a candy store. He’s like, soooo pleased to hear about his Danny-boy. The shipper in me giggles! 

And lastly: Terry looked damn good in this scene. Sugar Daddy vibes! Was it the glasses, the sports coat, or the unbuttoned shirt? 😝

Interesting! I've never seen that one.

So, Tig has said some interesting things about the way Terry's mind works.

1. His legacy. Cobra Kai's legacy. It's something unfinished.

2. Daniel not accepting his apology.

(and this is interesting because to an outsiders perspective it doesn't seem like Terry is being sincere. I headcanon that Terry did want to apologize, but less in that way of "I'm going to make amends" and more in the way of "I want this to stop being a problem.")

He says he's taking responsibility for his actions. That they were wrong. He knows this. He's aware. However once Daniel rebukes his apology his attitude does a 180.

"that stuck up little prick."

I don't think Terry is used to not getting what he wants. He was hoping he could apologize without putting much real work into otherwise.

Have you ever met the type of person who was like "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings " but what they really mean is "I'm sorry me hurting your feelings hurt your feelings but it's kind of your fault that your feelings got hurt and it's kind of rude to blame it on me?"

Anyway. At the possibility of sounding like a deranged shipper I do think Terry actually enjoyed spending time with Daniel. Beyond just manipulating him for Kreese. And I do think he would've liked to have been able to have Daniel back in his life. He maybe just never thought it was possible before.

Is Terry genuinely not aware of just how much damage he did? Did he genuinely expect his apology to be taken at fave value? I can't help but think he's smarter than that.

It makes no sense to me honestly, and this is one of the reasons why I desperately need to know what happened between the CK flashbacks and the tkk timeline.

I would have to say though, that what pushed him off the slippery slope was the combination of Daniel rejecting his apology (as was his right) and Kreese (his ride or die hoe so to speak) getting squirly and pulling rank on him the second Terry tries to have an actual emotional and equal relationship with the guy.

He gave up a peaceful life (with some annoying friends, but a hot beard tbh) for this silly little karate war. And he's getting nothing back. He's alone again.

But that's not exactly the question. I think what triggered Terry into giving up his calm life for a silly karate war was that he was bored.

He seemed to have genuinely made a lot of progress in therapy and rehab, and yet it seemed clear that his new persona was just that. A persona. Like a costume he was trying on.

I think Terry's personality naturally lends itself to obsession and addiction.

I think he has issues with his sense of self. Of what he wants and where he's going on life.

There's also the possibility that there was a terminal illness plot that got cut for Terry. Which at first I didn't see, but then upon rewatching the 5th season made sense to me. (But that's another topic)

But why then specifically? Maybe he was able to control his Daniel LaRusso Derangement Syndrome before because he wasn't spending any time with anyone who knew him like he did. And then when Kreese came back into his life he shifted back to how he was in the 80's and he was never fully over any of it. But he could pretend.

(note the dojo scene. )

"you just couldn't let sleeping dogs lie"

Also an interesting note is that obsession can affect the brain in a similar way as addiction, which we know terry has traits of both in canon.

I feel like Terry was living his life but was still craving that rush he gets from the high. Daniel gives him that high. He somehow fought it off until Kreese came and enabled him.

The more I look at it the more it really seems like a case of an addict brain relapsing.

I also believe he has a way of all or nothing, black and white behavior that speaks to BPD, and other mental instabilities.