#she can't help it. she just resonates with that line so much

[total-karma]

MK being the only girl in the reboot cast with any chill whatsoever is genuinely so funny to me like. on one side she has scary girl, priya, julia and axel who are not attempting to hide their insanity at all and are all often be seen screaming the most blood-curdling noises you've ever whilst ripping trees out of the ground and throwing them at people out of anger/for exercise/for funsies, and then on the other side she has millie, emma and nichelle who all SEEM chill on the outside but are all approximately 0.5 seconds or the first opening line of katy perry's firework away from having extreme mental breakdowns resulting in multiple buildings being set alight and a few level 2 magnitude earthquakes.

and then there's MK who's like. guys. can you all just chill the fuck out and smoke a little weed or something. rob someone. play a video game. she's actually worried because she's also on the verge of losing it and if she has to watch priya and julia have yet another zero gravity intergalactic super-powered battle in the sky between episodes because priya accidentally used julia's shampoo again then she might also go crazy and then the only relatively chill person left on the island will be zee and NOBODY wants that

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Pile 1- The Devil, Six of Coins in Reverse, The Hanged Man

Oracle cards- "Billionaire: Are you hoarding wealth to fuel your King or Queen Baby dreams? Do not pass Go, do not collect a million dollars, don't even go to jail or pay taxes- think about doing some good and using your hoard to end WORLD HUNGER ALREADY!"

"Black Square: Apparently, you are only down for doing the bare minimum during an incredibly significant time to stand up and advocate for human rights. Drawing this card reminds you that your actions need to not be just performative, they must be based in real knowledge and include follow-through, both online and IRL (in real life). You don't have to be on the front lines, but at this point in history, you can't be silent either."

Hi my pile 1's 😭 I feel like it's been forever I hate being away from my blog for too long cause I start to miss y'all literally lol.

So anyways for your reading today I feel like Spirit is wanting to draw attention to maybe some addictions, self sabotage is what I heard while shuffling the cards. I feel this heavy energy of someone purposely messing up their own blessings in a way I feel like maybe someone's stuck in this very heavy energy but also not really doing anything about it? Like maybe you know something's not good for you, maybe it's a connection or even a job that's tiring you out, it's something along those lines but you just can't stop it, you know? I heard someone needs to do an energy cleanse! I heard take some time off. Maybe someone's drowning themselves in something like studying too much, there's something about over doing something. Someone could have very curly hair here.

So I'm hearing here someone should take the time off and do something fun, relax a little. I think there's a message here also of feeling like you haven't done enough of something and you're obsessing about it mentally a lot and spirit is saying just take a little break from it and endulg in something else, something that makes you happy and makes you feel like you, you know? Even if it's just taking a walk while listening to your favorite music or maybe reading your favorite book and watching your favorite movie, you know? So with the six of coins here I'm also getting a message of like you've worked really hard already and you've done a great job honestly it's okay to rest and not be perfect already already, Rome wasn't built in a day I'm hearing!

The hanged man is just confirmation you've definitely been making yourself sick and stuck by obsessing over this thing. I also feel like maybe you're stuck because spirit is wanting you to see things from a different perspective, like in my garbage pail kid tarot card Wacky Jacky is hanging and all stuck in a tree but while she's stuck she realizes she sees the world in a whole different perspective and it's then new ideas come to her. Approach your goal from a new angle!

I feel like someone here is also someone very important with a very hard position and that might be why you work so hard, you have a lot of pressure on you maybe. Take what resonates!

Hope you enjoyed this reading! Let me know, I love you and take care ♡

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Pile 2- Queen of Wands Reversed, Seven of Wands Reversed and Three of Cups.

Oracle cards- "Troll: Are you a Necessary Evil? Do you feel you must play Devil's Advocate? Or are you someone who hates themselves so much they feel they have to try to get others to feel the same way? If you answered "yes" to one or more of these questions, please seek help or therapy, or get a hobby."

"Bitch: Are you being a Bitch, or just making sure they can't take advantage of you? Stand up for yourself, but make sure you don't steamroll anyone in the process. Do no harm, but take no shit."

Hi pile 2's, hope you're doing amazing 🤩

So right off the bat I'm picking up shy energy lol, someone who's maybe more reserved or introverted. I don't want to say basically Spirit thinks you should be loud or more outgoing but I definitely think you'll go through a time period of weird energy and out of the ordinary situations happening that are forcing you out of your comfort zone. You might not get any more extroverted but I definitely do see branching out might help, sitting with your close friends and just letting yourself let loose or just enjoy the company. You might be someone who people look at and not get the big picture right away, like they have lots of accusations about you but you're kind of closed off so these accusations aren't 100% true because there's more to you than people know, you're just not the type to go and give yourself away that easily. You might be someone who prefers to keep a very close knit group of friends, I heard something about trust issues.

You could be petite, someone who doesn't look like they're very strong and that's what surprises everyone when you finally do show them you are indeed strong. You can be loud and extroverted too I think it's a choice to really be in this shell of yours, maybe it's what's comfortable and that's exactly the problem, when we're too comfortable we don't see the point in changing. Like why fix it if it isn't broken? But you hold great significance, you're just a significant person to the universe and I'm not even sure if you're aware but you are lol.

It's crazy because I'm picking up mixed messages lol, with the Queen of Wands in reverse it makes me feel like someone here is very down and unsure about themselves, needs to take some me time and get away from socializing but with the Three of Cups someone here needs to "stop being alone so much" is how I channeled it, advising you to go out more with the people you love and celebrate, have a good time and just have fun so take what resonates as you know yourself best and what applies to your situation.

With the seven of Wands I'm getting a message of someone who's stressed, you maybe have felt very tired, over worked maybe, even dealing with certain responsibilities or relationship makes us feel tired and all worn out so take this how it resonates. You're on the brink of giving up, maybe you felt like it's not worth it or simply just can't find results you've been wanting to see, maybe this thing is literally killing you because Spirit is stressing you drop it enough to take the stress off you. I wouldn't advise anyone to just give up, but Spirit used such words as "drop it" like maybe the thing you're supposed to drop isn't serving you and that's why it's making you feel so bad. I'm just hearing Spirit even ask if you think all of this is worth it? This is something tough that's been bothering you, it could even be as simple as negative thoughts with all of the wands energy here, I think this is a group in their head a lot always trying to hold themselves accountable and very motivated to just do right. I heard a message that it's hard coming up for new creative endeavors because of all of the negativity in your thoughts holding you back, this energy is blocking your ideas. It's like you vs you almost, I think you have the power to help your dreams manifest all on their own just with your thoughts alone so keep a check for your energy, watch who you share your energy with because it's important and powerful. You're powerful I heard!

I hope you find this helpful! Take care angelz love you! ♡

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Pile 3- Seven of Cups, The Chariot and King of Wands.

Oracle Cards- "Black Square: Apparently, you are only down for doing the bare minimum during an incredibly significant time to stand up and advocate for human rights. Drawing this card reminds you that your actions need to not be just performative, they must be based in real knowledge and include follow-through, both online and IRL (in real life). You don't have to be on the front lines, but at this point in history, you can't be silent either."

"Red Flag: No matter how often you try to bleach the red flags white, they only turn back to red. You have been warned- now PULL ANOTHER CARD!"

"Cult Leader: You are not a guru, a Timelord, or a demigod. You are an egomaniac who needs minions so you can feel like an authority to compensate for your own feelings of inferiority. Grow up!"

Hi pile 3! Hope you're having a fantastic day where you are!

So right away I'm picking up a message of not seeing the bigger picture, this pile feels more like a "How to Manifest more quicker" lol. I'm hearing this very slow moving energy, someone refusing to move on to the next chapter though you might be aware it's time to even but I'm getting a sense of fear. Even if you are unaware of these changes there's still so much anxiety and fear surrounding you at these times because the universe is basically forcing you to move lol! Move or be moved I'm hearing.

So overall I feel like someone in this pile might have lots of distractions, someone might have adhd and a hard time concentrating on tasks. Spirits drawing your attention these times and reminding you to stay focus.

With the Chariot card I feel like there's some movement here that needs to happen, you need to take action. I think that's the best way to help your manifestations right now, maybe someone here even forget exactly what they were manifesting and Spirit is like "Uhh HELLO? DO YOU REMEBER THAT THING??" lol. I heard someone's just been away from the job a little too long, I even get from the Seven of Cups it might've been you were distracted with something else that just sparked your attention better, but all that glitters isn't gold!

So I think you're working on being in this King of Wands energy, someone who is very productive, knows what they want, speaks up about anything, rather it's an idea they have or just wanting authority. I feel like a few of you even might know exactly what this is, I feel like a few of you might not even have a specific dream you want to manifest just clicking on the reading for fun lol but there's still a secretive message here I think you'll understand as you apply it to your situation.

Spirit is asking you to maybe think about the roots you want to plant and start from there, stay true to your craft and perspective and be committed.

I hope you enjoyed this reading! I love you, see you soon ❤️ ★

[xazse]

im in heat (ovulating) and I jus can't stop thinking about scaramouche helping his lil bunny out when shes in heat:(

love ur content btw, I literally shit myself when I found out u also wrote for jjk.. can I kiss u platonically

SCARAMOUCHE X FEM!BUNNYGIRLREADER

Notes: This is for you<3 and I’m glad you liked my jjk readings, (ofc you can have a platonic kiss!!!) HOPE YOU ENJOY<33

Tags: Smut all around! Tit-sucking, mentions of blowjobs, hybrid!reader, Heats

Pairings: SCARAMOUCHE X FEM!BUNNYGIRLREADER

You’ve been downright annoying, constantly bugging him with your insatiable behavior, whether it’s you gripping onto him for him to stay in bed with you, or it’s you rubbing yourself on him at night trying to stir him awake.

He doesn’t know what’s wrong with you, after another evening of you interrupting his private time he’s done. He takes you to the on site doctor, it doesn’t take 20 minutes before the doctor automatically says you’re in a “heat” since Scaramouche is confused the doctor gathers this must be your first one. He says that whatever needs you may be whining about can either be fulfilled or he can leave you to some specialists he knows, Scaramouche agaisnt that and just takes you back.

He’s taken a week off just for you, you should be happy for him to rot in this room with you constantly in his face, and you are, you show that in a tenthfold.

The first day is spent with you pawing at him and urging him to remove his clothing and yours as well. He can admit it is a little cute to see you beg.

Precise hands slip off your panties, you’re hot to the touch and absolutely dripping, poor bunny being denied for so long due to his confusion. His fingers slip into your cunt and begin fingering you, you’re positioned on your back with both legs spread out wide. Your small plush tail is twitching everytime he plunges his fingers deep into you, hearing small whimpers leaving your throat. His fingers are relentless with their assault on your sensitive insides, he makes sure to press on your spot every so often, sending you into a flurry of sexual emotions.

When he continues, he’s just surprised at the amount of cum coating his hands, the copious amount of slick close to his wrist. You look like you’re on cloud nine, glossed eyes, glossy lips covered in your drool is making him throb.

He quickly unbuttons his pants, letting his fat cock free. He uses his cum covered hand and coats his cock generously, you start to mewl at the loss of his fingers, already attempting to sit up he pushes you to lay back down.

“Relax woman” he scoffs out, your eyes wind down to the way he’s stroking himself, getting off to just the needy expression on your face, you take it a step further by lifting up your shirt, you didn’t even bother with a bra today. This really does the trick and he pounces onto you, so quick to line his cock up with your hole.

A few minutes later and he’s balls deep inside of you, your legs are wrapped around his torso, arms wrapped around his neck and your loud moans going right into his ear. His hips are moving so fast, cock bullying into you, you’re stuffed to the brim: yelping about how good it feels, how much you love him, it’s not long before your entire body pulls him closer and your cumming all around him.

The days afterwards are so dizzying, sex is all that plagues your mind, the room ends up being so hot, so sweaty, all you can think about is the thick cock filling you up, cumming inside you nonstop. Once he’d grabbed your tall ears while you were sucking him off, your fingers wildly rubbing your clit, and you let out the loudest Moan, you slumped against him, panting open mouthed: signaling that you just came for the 2nd time that random night.

The make-out sessions were just as dirty, it was mainly scara shoving his tongue down your throat, holding you by the wrists tight so you couldn’t pull back from it. He barely gave you time to take a break to breathe, lewd slurping sounds resonate through the room.

Scara also pleasures you by sucking on your breasts, though most times the stimulation isn’t there, but with your heat it’s at an all time high, your fingers tightens into his hair, urging him to not stop sucking.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Heesu in Class 2: A personal reminder why I watch queer media

As always I am super late to the party

I recently binged Heesu in Class 2, and I've read a lot of posts about it on here, both positive and negative.

All I need to say or will say has probably already been said in the posts I'm going to reference (notes at the end), but I still wanted to make this post because I watched the series on a whim, but it hit really close to home.

Before we go any further, some things that I need to point out: I have not read the webtoon (I started it after watching the show) and this post is going to have personal takes that might not resonate with everyone. Also, this is only my second meta analysis post, and I haven't watched very many BLs to truly comment on the nature of BL or queer media of a particular kind (though I try to maintain diversity in what I watch), so if I say something incorrect, I'm always open to constructive criticism.

Firstly, as a queer person who'd been in high school not so long ago, I could really relate to the characters and the narrative.

I had an unrequited crush on a really close friend. I never confessed. To this day, I think about the what ifs. Using Heesu's words, I had used up all my feelings for her so I got over her, but maybe confessing when I had the chance would have given me the closure too.

So when I saw that the story started with Heesu having feelings for his best friend that might or might not be returned, I was instantly hooked.

Secondly, the narrative is much more than it seems, and every single scene has a purpose, a meaning, a layer that might just go unseen if you don't know to look for it.

The het narratives are important. Did it frustrate me? To no end. Did I actually consider for a short period to put this show on hold? Heck yeah. Did I finally understand why the het narrative was important to highlight the queer one? Yes.

Let us take the het plot lines one by one.

Chan Yeong and Ji Yu. The most important, the most highlighted. This is a very common story in high school. Girl likes boy, boy likes her back, and they date. I had a lot of friends with boyfriends in school (I attended an all girls school) and I see even more het couples in college. Every single time, it reminds me of what I cannot have. I can't be too close with my partner (if I were to have one), I cannot publicly show affection that goes beyond friendship, I cannot sleep on their shoulders, I cannot laugh over lunch together, I cannot go on dates. That was the same for this show. In Class 2 bolds and underlines het privilege, putting it side by side with the internal struggles Heesu has to go through.

Ho Sik. How het people can be open with their affections, but also how beauty standards play out. One girl thought he was ugly even though he worked really hard to make her a whole ass scarf, while another girl found him cute enough to pursue him even from afar.

Hee Sin. Her repeated confessions. I relate from experience when she says that when she has feelings for someone she can't help but confess, and even if she faces rejection, and dramatically mopes around till her next crush, it helps her move forward. Quite a while after I had feelings for them and even gotten over them, I confessed to a few people. Fortunately, all of them took it in stride, one of them told me she used to have a crush on me too, one was really happy and wanted to know more even though I told her my feelings for her were very short-lived, and the third person is still my friend. And confessing to people does make them happy. Unfortunately, not a lot of queer people have the freedom or confidence to do it. There are just so many things that could go wrong. Especially when the person you like is a close friend, it's incredibly hard. But in the end, her confession gets her a boyfriend, one who was in a relationship at that too. Miracles do happen.

Hee Jae. Her arc shows how easily a comfortable relationship can shift into a toxic one. I don't know how to put what I think about this relationship into words, but it's explained really well in @soypim's post (notes, reference #8).

Hee Jeong. Her story tells us to jump, to take the leap, to prioritize one's own self and dreams. Initially she was afraid to go abroad and study even when she wanted to; this fear may have stemmed from worry about her siblings (also an arc about eldest daughters), or fear from going to live in a completely unknown milieu. But Heesu's words act as a catalyst, and she is ready to take this step. Through her relationship, Heesu is also shown how a friendship doesn't have to end when one person confesses, that despite being in a relationship and breaking up and not seeing each other in a long time, Hee Jeong was still friends with her partner/best friend.

And finally, let's talk about the queer narrative.

I loved the conflict resolution. I loved how Heesu got to be angry at Seung Won. I've seen a lot of BLs, especially Thai BLs, where the lead just sort of forgives the romantic lead for playing with their feelings, and I really do not like that. I love that they cleared that, that Seung Won actually confessed, loud and clear.

They might not have kissed, but boy do I love them.

Personally, I think the scene where Heesu confesses to Chan Yeong is very realistic. I have been lucky to have queer or ally classmates, but I have seen when an indirect reference to a person not being heterosexual confused someone, and they didn't really even understand how it could be. Chan Yeong's parental pressures and expectations were also very relatable, as an Asian only child.

When Chan Yeong called Heesu to the tennis court and hit him with balls, I understood where he was coming from. I'm glad he took the time to process what he'd been told and very clearly told his friend his actual thoughts on the matter. I was glad to realize he values their friendship more than Heesu had given him credit for.

How Heesu in Class 2 was a personal reminder why I watch queer media. I feel like after watching all the BLs I have, I developed certain expectations from what I want from a 'BL'. This show reminded me that at the end of the day, I'm just another queer person searching for queer narratives not only for catharsis through fictional characters, but also to hold on to hope about queer stories. This show reminded me of my high school days and every moment was so real. I lived this show, I could see it unfolding in real time, and that made me really giddy. I want to watch more shows like these.

Finally, some moments that stuck with me in no particular order:

When Heesu saw Hee Jeong coming in late and told her to do what she wanted to, that he'd always support her.

When Heesu came out to Hee Sin. Hee Sin was visibly trying to come up with the best reply, but she handled it well.

When Heesu learns Sweong Won has two moms and he thinks "at least he won't hate me for who I am" I almost cried.

The tennis court scene.

The hand holding scene. I absolutely adored it. I want more scenes of boys giggling over holding hands.

Notes and references Posts that inspired this one (so sorry for the long list of tags 😭):

@alien-ally (post)

@bengiyo (post)

@dramalove247 (post 1 & post 2)

@jackandjoker (post)

@lurkingshan (post)

@nabi-unveiled (post)

@neuroticbookworm (post)

@soypim (post)

@wanderlust-in-my-soul (post)

and this critique by @my-rose-tinted-glasses

MY GOD this took me so long (I've been here for almost 3 hours) my eyes are dead my laptop is cursing me out.

Anygays, I really hoped y'all liked and enjoyed this!

If you read all the way till here thank you so much I love you <3

Remember to hydrate and eat properly, and here's a cupcake for you 🧁

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Abstractions and Shadows and Death, oh my! Chaos is putting it lightly, describing the turn of events. Abel has discovered a new way to make himself powerful, much to the bane of the others. Caine is no longer required. Run, racer, run...

WARNING: body horror, abstraction, distress

~~~

In a flash of silver fire, Gangle and Shadow Pomni appeared in the silent In-Between. Gangle flinched away from Shadow Pomni's grasp and spun around, not knowing where she was. "Zooble!?" She frantically shouted into the darkness. "Zooble! Zooble..." Tears poured down her face.

Shadow Pomni dismounted their motorcycle. "Gangle.." Their voice resonated eerily. "Please try to take a breath. You're safe."

Gangle held her head. "No. No,no,no, nowhere is safe. The game has gone mad. Caine's out of control. Zooble-" She choked on a sob. "Zooble abstracted!" She fell to her knees and wailed. "ZOOBLE!!"

Shadow Pomni looked down and clenched their fists. They should've just taken Zooble. Maybe Zooble would still be here if they had tried. Shadow Pomni snapped and the shadows around them converged to create a blanket. They gently draped in over Gangle's shoulders, who curled up under it immediately.

Shadow Pomni sat down next to Gangle and summoned a cigarette, flicking open their silver lily zippo simultaneously. With a sigh, they took a long drag. "Their final wish was for me to save you first." Their solid silver eyes dimmed. "I don't know what put them over the edge, but you were important to them. They loved you."

Gangle sobbed quietly under the blanket, refusing to show their face. "I should just abstract too...there's no point to any of this. There never was."

~

The bright and flashing neon lights of the pseudo-cyberpunk track back lit a glitching, lurching multi-limbed creature. Well over twelve feet tall and covered in iridescent eyes that changed color at random, the abstraction stomped Gangle's car til it was pancaked to the pavement. The abstraction saw its reflection in the window of an adjacent building. With a roar, it slammed through the wall and rampaged inside the hollow structure.

Abel chuckled from behind the POV screens in the penthouse overlooking the city. "Feisty little thing, isn't it?"

Caine hung his head in mourning for Zooble. They were so strong. They fought it back for so long. It shouldn't have ended for them like this. His shoulders slumped and the chains holding him slacked as he sat on his knees.

Loo held back tears. She could only silently watch the horror unfold. Glancing at the other screens she saw one with Ragatha holding her head in clear pain. "Hold on, love. You can make it." She quietly inched her way towards Caine, keeping a careful eye on Abel who had his back to her.

~

Shadow Pomni flicked away blacked ash into the expanse of nothing around them. "Even in this repetitive digital existence, you still made connections with the people around you. You made friends, enemies, a lover. Were they pointless?" Shadow Pomni watched the pile of blanket closely for any real signs of abstraction.

Gangle sniffed, "No...but they're gone now...why shouldn't I just go too?"

"Because I can't save the others without you. Ragatha, Jax and Kinger need our help."

Gangle whimpered, curling herself up tighter under the blanket.

Shadow Pomni flicked away the half-smoked cigarette. "I'm sorry about Zooble, but unfortunately time isn't on our side. Abel is tearing the game apart and is taking us down with him. There's still a chance for us to get out, but we need to get the others out of the line of fire first."

Gangle poked an eye out from under the blanket. "...how do you know that?"

"I have Seth's memories rolling around in my head. Ultimately, we need to get to Caine, but first we help the others before they abstract. At least, as many as we can." Shadow Pomni stood and offered their hand. "You with me?"

~

Abel watched the abstraction tear apart a city block before he sighed with boredom. "Well, I can't have this thing tearing up my track forever. I have three other racers I can still use." He turned his crocodile grin to Caine and Loo. "Sit tight. I'll be right back." He snapped and teleported away.

Loo immediately jumped at trying to undo Caine's restraints. The two clamps on Caine's wrists had no keyhole and chained him to the wall. The chains pulsed with vibrant binary code that moved along the surface like a forcefield. No matter how hard she pulled or tried to pry open, they wouldn't budge. "Ugh! Come on! There has to be a way to get these open!"

Caine was limp in her grasp. He remained on his knees, staring at the ground. "They're all going to die."

Loo stopped. "What? What did you say?"

"They're all going to die and it's all my fault." His voice was hollow. His thoughts would've spiraled further if a sharp pain on the back of his head didn't take him out of it. He looked back at Loo, who was bending down a little at the hips to glare at him.

"That was for putting my girlfriend in danger." She slapped him again. "That was for putting your own girlfriend in danger." Then she kneeled down and hugged him. "And this is for you. You didn't know all of this would happen. Maybe things could have been done differently, but it doesn't matter at this point. Focus on what's happening now and fix it. You're pretty good at that."

Caine didn't fight, he only sat there with tired eyes. "I don't think I can. Not this time."

"Don't give up. There has to be something let in you. I don't know what Abel did to change the game, but he doesn't strike me as the careful type. Try." She stood up and stepped back.

"Try...what?"

"Anything." Loo encouraged.

Caine looked at his hand and poised it to snap. His gaze went to his restraints. Snap. The restraints flickered but stayed in place. His eyes went wide.

Loo smiled. "The world still recognizes your commands. Keep trying!"

~

Gangle looked at Shadow Pomni for a long moment, weighing her options. She determined that she didn't have many so she reached out and grabbed Shadow Pomni's hand. She was lifted up, but she held the blanket around her shoulders. "I don't know what I can even do. I've never been a good racer. I only participated to humor Caine."

"Don't worry, the bike will do all the work." Shadow Pomni snapped and a solid black motorcycle formed from the shadows. "What I need from you is your creativity."

"Huh?" Gangle held the blanket right around herself. "I don't understand."

"Mount up. It'll make more sense." Shadow Pomni got on their dark blue, silver-lined motorcycle.

Gangle gulped and swung her leg over the racing bike. It self-balanced as she got comfortable on the seat. "Now wha-!?" She gasped as a cold darkness spiraled up her legs.

~

Abel appeared on the street corner with the abstraction. The blue lighting pattern on his tracksuit glowing in the city black light. His wide brimmed hat hid the intensity of his menacing gaze. "Hate to break up your pity party, but you should really take it down below." He snapped and the track caved in to open a gaping pit to the cellar far beneath the overworld.

The abstraction stopped its rampage to face the new noise. It stuttered in place, its body quaking and shivering with constant glitches. Several limbs spiraled around its body as it spider climbed in unnatural positions out of the building it had been wrecking. It towered over the gator avatar.

Abel nonchalantly pointed at the abstraction and it started to levitate. Before he could drop it down the hole, however, the levitation stopped and the abstraction crashed to the ground. "What!?"

~

Caine and Loo jerked their heads up to the screen set on the abstraction. Loo looked from Caine to the screen and back. "Do that again!"

Caine snapped his fingers to attempt to break the restraints and Abel cried out in frustration as his control faltered. Caine gasped and snapped many times in succession to break free.

~

The abstraction angrily roared in Abel's direction and scrambled to right itself. Abel tried again, picking up the abstraction half way, dragging the other half. The abstraction dug into the track, preventing itself from being thrown down the hole.

Abel whole body ripped with angry static. "What is wrong with this thing!?" He shook his hand and tried again, but not before the abstraction lashed out at him, forcing him to teleport away and loose focus. "ARGH!" His eyes flared brightly and he squeezed his fist tight. Blue static focussed at the end of his arm and the abstraction screamed as its whole body lit up with electricity that acred to the nearby buildings.

"Obey me!" He focused to pick up the abstraction up again, attempting to throw it into the pit. The abstraction gripped the ground, all eyes on Abel, not moving. Abel was starting to breathe heavy, a slight panic in his eye. "I said, obey!"

The abstraction refused, feeling the telekinetic grip on it fading again. It roared, tearing at the ground as it charged.

Abel tried to teleport away, but he didn't get as far as he wanted. He had to dodge a long ranging strike from the creatures whip like tail. He desperately used the telekinesis to grab de ris and throw it at the abstraction, but I wasn't enough. The abstraction plowed through the debris without slowing down and pounced on Abel.

Abel was crushed into the track, cracking the ground around him. He couldn't even scream in pain. The wind was knocked out of him. Heavy hit after heavy hit tore at his avatar. His body glitched and moved in ways he's never experienced. It was agony.

The abstraction reared up on its multiple hind legs and slammed its front down on Abel again. This time, it broke through Abel's chest and collided with the energy that made up Abel's being. Lightning shot through the abstraction, stunning it for a second. When it tried to pull away, half of its leg didn't go with it.

The abstraction backed up with a weird limp. Abel felt like he could breathe again. He sat up and felt his chest. The strange energy from the abstraction didn't just fall away, it went inside him. He felt a strong buzz that was equal parts painful and powerful. He needed more.

"So that's what you become." Abel slowly gets to his feet. "Pure, unadulterated, uncontained energy. It's all our brains are at the end of the day. Energy. Energy that can be used for control. Power. Give it to me." His eyes were manic, staring down the injured abstraction. "GIVE IT TO ME!!" He ran at the abstraction.

~

"He's lost his mind." Caine snapped away at the chains. "Come on. Come on!"

Loo kept an eye on the monitors. "I hope Pomni can get to the others while he's distracted. Jax isn't looking good."

~

Jax was still in the driver seat of his racecar. His vehicle had come to a dead halt when his mind was flooded with memories. His childhood flashed before his eyes. His mother was his whole world. A single parent. No siblings. Just him and her. She worked hard to give him a good life. He was going to college. He would make her proud. Until she didn't come home. Until no one had any idea what happened to her. They lied. They knew. He came to find her.

Tears streamed down his face, wetting his tracksuit. His eye flickered vibrant pink. "Mom...you were here...but I never saw you...you're..." His chest felt like it was about to burst. The pain of realizing the lose he never new from the moment he got here was tearing him apart.

"JAX!" A woman's voice called out to him, muffled by the static in his head. "Jax!" Ragatha threw open the car door and grabbed Jax's twitching face.

"Momma?" He whimpered.

"It's okay. You're okay. Please, dont-" She grabbed his hand and tried to soothe him. "Don't go. Stay with us."

Jax tried to focus on Ragatha's face. His vision was obscured with static like an old television. He settled a bit, recognizing the voice "...dollface?"

Ragatha has never been so happy to hear the nickname. "Yeah, that's me."

"What's happening to me?" His voice glitched out.

"You're abstracting. Fight it. Please. Stay. I want you to stay."

"Why? You hate me."

Another hand laid on Ragatha's with Jax's. A larger, white gloved disembodied hand. "She doesn't hate you, Jax." Kinger's fatherly voice came over both of them. "You two helped keep each other going, whether you realized it or not. The siblings neither one of you asked for, but ultimately needed."

"Yeah..." Ragatha felt a pain in her own chest as the memories of her own life struck her too. "I had a sister, Jax."

"Sister..?" Jax's voice was less garbled. He blinked several times to try and clear the static away.

"She's here, but...not up here." Ragatha looked forlorn at the ground.

Jax's breathing settled. He could see the world around him more clearly. Ragatha was leaning inside the car to him. Kinger was peeking in from behind her. He undid his seatbelt and got out of the car. The city felt oddly quiet around them. "Where's everyone else?"

Kinger spoke up. "Last I saw, Pomni was trying to escape with Seth. I haven't seen Gangle or Zooble."

"I don't know where anyone is." Shrugged Ragatha. "I've been too busy trying not to crash."

The revving of motorcycles caught everyone's attention. Two bright lights fast approached and divided right where the group stood. Shadow Pomni rolled up with her newest recruit: Shadow Gangle.

Gangle's mask had blackened, her eyes solid white, not a tear in sight. Her mask was more akin to anger than sorrow or comedy. Her ribbons were still red, if a bit darker. Her pink suit was black with silver trim. Her ribbon bow and streamers were ablaze with misty shadow flickering off her like black fire. She rode astride Seth's large black racing motorcycle. It's engine growled with power, ready to run.

"Glad to see no one else has abstracted." Shadow Pomni's voice reverberated. "Come. We must go to the In-Between. We can plan our next move in safe-"

BOOM

A building down the track exploded, sending debris their way. Everyone scattered as Jax's and Ragatha's cars were crushed. An unidentifiable monster plowed through the building screaming and roaring. It threw debris as it rammed aimlessly and thrashed about.

"Go!" Shouted Shadow Gangle. "We'll keep it busy! Get as far away as you can!" Shadow Pomni and Shadow Gangle drove towards the creature, the others ran to Kinger's car.

Everything the creature came in contact with glitched and sometimes disappeared. It's strange black static body couldn't keep a consistent form. The eyes roiled and moved along its body, darting all around like it was trying to see everywhere at once. Then it the shadow racers.

It stood on four of its six legs and started to shrink. Shadow Pomni and Gangle slowed and watched as a Gator's maw formed from the black static. The body took the form of Gummigoo, if a little taller. His blue eyes flinches with multicolor static. He grinned, "Hello, Shadow. Or was it Seth?"

"Shadow Pomni." They grimaced at Abel.

"Oh, right. You merged with the brat that started this. Why? I wonder. She not her, you know. She's never coming back." Abel eyes flared as his body glitched. He gripped the building corner so hard, it cracked.

Shadow Pomni and Shadow Gangle gripped their handlebars tighter and said in unison. "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!"

Abel's shrill cackle made the street lights flicker. "You had your chance! Now, it's my turn!" He stomped his foot and the track split like an earthquake. "You may be clever enough to hide yourself in other avatars, but you'll never outrun all of them!" The track broke even further, entire buildings fell into the darkness below.

The shadow racers retreated upon hearing a cacophony of roars erupt from the abyss. The grind of claws and gnashing of teeth climbed up from the darkness. Abstraction after abstraction emerged into the bright lights of the city. They screeched and called as they chaotically crawled towards the nearest thing that moved.

~

Kinger jumped into the driver seat right through the window and threw the car in reverse. Ragatha and Jax barely had enough time to get in before the car started moving. Three abstraction clocked in on them immediately.

"Hold on!" Kinger swung the car a full 180° and floored the accelerator. The purple racecar sped off with an ear splitting squeal of its tires.

Ragatha held on for dear life in the passenger seat. "Where can we go!?"

"Anywhere but here!!" Jax shouted, watching the abstractions gaining on them from the back seat.

Kinger navigated the fractured landscape to more intact track where he could really open up and speed away. On the way, he bumped a power up floating above the track. A bundle of dynamic landed in Jax's lap.

Jax's shock turned to straight malicious intent. "Now we're talking." He leaned out the back window and checked the bomb at the nearest abstraction. The explosion left the monster reeling and it fell behind. "HA! We can fight back! Kinger! Grab another one!"

"One for me too!" Ragatha leaned out her window, waiting for a power up. Her smile didn't last long as an unseen abstraction swooped down and dug its talons into the roof of the speeding car. "There's a flying one!?"

The car was lifted a little off the track before the roof tore away, unable to handle the weight. The abstraction slowed trying to unstuck the roof from its talons.

The car hit the track hard, nearly bouncing all three occupants out. Kinger maintained control and swerved for two power ups: a can of NOS and a rocket launcher Kinger drifted the car around a sharp bend to force the pursuing abstractions to bottle neck at the corner.

Jax waited til he saw the abstractions clamoring around the corner to fire the rocket. "Eat shit, freaks!" The abstraction that caught it in the face glitched violently and collided with the others, making them glitch as well.

Ragatha slammed the can of NOS against the car, breaking it, and the car roared forward. Purple fire shot out the tail pipes.

"WOO! Been a while since I've used that!" Kinger laughed as he guided the car away from the abstractions.

~

Abel laughed as his body broke and jerked. "You're MINE, shadow racers!" His body expanded and darkened and eyes of all colors opened across his torso. His tail lengthened and his body more beastial, if a bit esoteric.

As the last of the abstractions came up to the surface, Abel grabbed a smaller one by its theoretical neck. He opened his gaping crocodile jaws and bit off its head. Its body continued to glitch and fight as able absorbed it into his chest. He grew even larger, his glowing blue eyes dividing into. His arms became four. The city itself sank under his step.

Lightning glowed down his back and hummed with power as he took a deep breath and released an incredibly powerful beam of light that vaporized all in its path. The deepest, guttural chuckle came from him. "Mine. All mine. And more fun." He turned his gaze to the tallest skyscraper and stomped his way towards it.

The shadow racers stayed hidden amongst the debris, running from the abstractions. Because of their shared possession of Seth, Gangle and Pomni could speak in each other's heads. "Now what??" Gangle asked.

"I don't know." Pomni answered, stressed. "We should still try to make it to the In-Between." Her dark blue bike zoomed under an attacking abstraction Pomni hadn't noticed. The Dodge made her look back and she saw Abel going for the tallest building. "Fuck! New plan! You get back to the others. Take them to the In-Between. I'm going for Abel."

"Alone!?"

"No." Pomni geared down to brake and sharply turned a corner to race after Abel. She blinked and teleported ahead. Then again. "I hope you know what you're doing..." She said quietly. The bike accelerated.

~

Caine almost had it. He could feel it. He snapped again and again. The binary holding the chains flickered and started to glitch. He had to get out. He had to help. Everyone was in danger. Pomni was in danger!

Heavy footfalls shook the tower. The penthouse swayed dramatically. Loo held on to the control panel to keep her footing. She gasped upon seeing the massive half-abstract Abel coming face to face with the penthouse. She backed away, but had nowhere to run.

Caine couldn't believe what he was seeing. "That's not possible." His entire core sank as Abel opened his maw. A blue light emanating from his throat was gradually getting brighter as the spines along his back rippled with electricity. "Loo! Run!"

"I- I-" Loo was struck with so much fear, she was unable to move.

"Loo!" Gold fire flickered across Caine's hands and he pulled hard against his chains.

Shadow Pomni was going as fast as she could, driving up buildings to get to Abel's height. She could see what was about to happen. "No!"

Abel leaned forward to brace and released a beam of light that made his clawed feet dig into the ground. The entire penthouse was vaporized.

~~~

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[yingdu-lover]

Can't re-watch without overthinking, there are parallels with Xu Shanshan 's story?

this is ep 8, season 1 where Xu Shanshan comes as a customer in the time photo studio. Lu Guang asks her why didn't she ask Dong Yi herself afterwards if she cared so much?

Xu Shanshan answers : It's because I care so much, that's why I couldn't bring myself to ask. I'm so afraid that the answer is not going to be what I think it is.

Lu Guang stares for a while, our gaze is focused on Lu Guang and then he declares that they are gonna 'help'. Xu Shanshan came as a customer, Lu Guang after some consideration decided to 'help' without taking any money for exchange. After re-thinking a lot of other parallel stories, I can say this is one of those moments where Lu Guang feels the personal tug to help. It resonates with him.

Later Cheng Xiaoshi while diving in Xu Shanshan 's body converses with Dong Yi and when Dong Yi says

Dong Yi : I still have to choose to leave eventually.

Now we hear Cheng Xiaoshi saying, 'Leave?'

While watching this section, I could feel one thing, the original emotion may belong to Xu Shanshan but Cheng Xiaoshi really mixes it with his own subjectivity, it's not really Dong Yi directed anymore (actually it was never Dong Yi directed anyway, Cheng Xiaoshi was reluctant to dive because they were not getting paid for this). The song Cheng Xiaoshi sings...I am pasting the youtube link below.

I am mentioning a few lines from the lyrics

There are still endless words to say But the wind reminds us to go Only laughter and tears will be left behind Left behind in the summer of this year Regarding the future, there is too much doubt left unanswered About bread, about ideas There is also the ordinary and the mighty Just like that, we depart Goodbye ,to those of you who are in a hurry like me ... Time will give answer to growth ... River will give answer to wave Together we leap into the sea of people And be a surging wave

The melancholic yearning mixed with the concern of time and the ocean and wave imagery makes me think that this song goes more with Shiguang.

Let's just reminisce a few lines from OPs and EDs

Dive back in time

All the heartaches and the smiles never faded I know you'll be by my side when we make it

The Eye

I wish that I could tell you the truth

The Tides, Vortex, The Eye have multiple ocean/wave metaphor.

Also, there are some interesting shots that appear on the screen when Cheng Xiaoshi is about to begin singing

This seems to be Guidu's basketball court.

I don't think either Xu Shanshan or Dong Yi have anything to do with that scene. It's Cheng Xiaoshi's memories getting triggered by the word 'leave' and it also echoes the themes of the song 'Mao Buyi'. Now, after watching Yingdu episode 1, we know what basketball symbolism is in the context of Shiguang.

Lu Guang is really really moved. Look at his face, his expression screams that he very much understands that melancholy. And it is Cheng Xiaoshi singing so...I can't fathom (😭) what Lu Guang might be feeling at this moment.

Now.

There are a few lines Lu Guang notes from Dong Yi's speech to Xu Shanshan :

No matter how hard the future might be, I want to stay. Because leaving you, hurts more than anything else.

Either Yingdu episode 1 is making me hallucinate or this really is the reason Lu Guang stayed with Cheng Xiaoshi and promised he would never leave.

i have an exam on 3rd Jan and I am not liking, I crode.

[justanother-janedoe]

Marry You

Summary: What does the person the lawyer who's known what she's wanted all her life decide to do for her wedding? Seriously, what does she do?

Word Count: 1.2k

Harvey Specter x Reader (she/her)

*This isn't really set in a specific time on Suits; just somewhat near the last few seasons. It's been a while since I've watched it but I really wanted to post this story idea so I hope you enjoy.

From a young age you always knew what you wanted. At 7 you realized you wanted to become a lawyer. At 16 you decided to attend Harvard. And when taking your first steps into Pearson Hardman, meeting the 'Harvey Specter', there you knew from his iconic smirk he'd be an important person in your life.

So when you couldn’t make a single decision for the wedding this made Donna, concerned to say the least. 

At Donna's desk early in the morning

“Special order for one Donna Paulsen.'' Rachel said, placing the coffee cup in front of an exhausted Donna. 

“You're an angel.” Donna says looking frustrated 

"I got your SOS. What's wrong?" Rachel said, looking worried. 

"Wedding plans."

“Is there too much to do? I told you if you need any help at all I’ll be there-”

“No, that’s the thing. We haven’t made a single decision yet.”

"I mean it does take time to plan a whole wedding."

"But it's been months; you would think by now we’d have an idea for a theme. All we’ve done is look at tons of cake flavors, venue options, themes; but nothing seems to resonate with her.” Donna said, pulling out binder after binder of wedding decisions. 

It seemed that whenever they’d go over planning you would avoid it, trying to push finalizing for another time. (Not picking a wedding season, let alone date).

"Yeah, that's a bit weird..."

"I know."

"So why don't you talk to her about it?"

"It's just. Ever since she asked me to be her maid of honor I knew I'd do anything to give her the wedding of her dreams. But she's rather focus on her cases than sit down and make a decision. I'm just feeling so frustrated. I want to help her but I can't." Donna said, laying her head behind the stack of binders, eyes fluttering from tiredness. 

"Look. Why don't we just put this aside and see how tomorrow goes.” Rachel said, pushing the binders away. 

“We're all going wedding dress shopping, maybe once she tries on a couple of dresses she’ll get a clearer idea of what kind of wedding she wants."

"You're right."

"I always am."

"Hey, that's my line!" Donna exclaimed.

At a brand named wedding dress shop the next day

As the consultant described the dress you had on you couldn't help but feel odd. Not that the dress was bad. But with every gown you couldn't envision yourself walking down the aisle in any of them.

"So what do you think?" the consultant asked the room, waking you from your thoughts.

"It's beautiful."

"You look gorgeous."

"I'm bored."

"Louis!" Donna lightly scolded.

"Not of this but the dress. It just doesn't radiate how special she is. How is she supposed to take photos, smile happily, and look back fondly at this moment in her life when all she's wearing is this boring thing."

"Sir this is an Oscar De La Renta-" the consultant tried to pitch in.

"And this is about to be Miss Specter so I suggest we look at some other dresses to save us from wasting our time at this establishment." Louis said, turning away in frustration.

In the dressing room

"That Louis Specter sure sounds like a handful." the consultant said assisting you.

"Oh God if he heard you call him that. His ego is already inflated-" you said grinning at the consultant's assumptions about your relationship; probably more normal than the reality.

"I need to speak with you." Louis spoke after he knocked on the changing room door.

"Does it have to be right now?"

"Yes it's an emergency!"

"Could you please give us a moment?" you asked the consultant who promptly left.

"What's wrong?"

"This!" Louis said, pointing at you exasperated.

"You've lost me."

"What I mean is my two best friends are getting married to each other. You both aren’t treating this as passionately as you do in your cases. I’ve seen more fire in your eyes when defending clients than today. I mean I am truly concerned as Harvey's best man.-"

"Okay Louis. Calm down." you said, holding onto Louis' shoulders but clearly growing worried from his speech. While a part of her wanted to jest about Louis' borderline obsessive view on her, he was right. 

“I appreciate your candor, truly. I’m just… feeling a bit lost at the moment.”

“Should I call Harvey then. I mean he’d probably ignore me but I could get Donna to-”

"No Louis. I do want to marry Harvey. I swear I do."

"That's exactly what I wanna hear, especially on that big day."

“Thanks Louis.”

“Of course. I mean we really need to get your mojo back if I’m buying your dress.”

“Buying my-Louis you don’t have to do that.”

“Don’t even worry about the price. I offered to pay for Harvey too but he said he didn’t want me finding out about where he gets his suits…”

As Louis went on talking like he always did you felt appreciative of the deep caring nature he had; even if it was a bit eccentric. 

Late night in you’s Office

"You know working such late hours like this isn’t beneficial to your health right?" Harvey said, leaning against you’s door frame to her office.

“We’ll then. I guess I’ll have to fight the case beyond the grave.” you said, getting up to properly greet Harvey. As you gives him a quick peck on the lips he holds onto you a bit longer. 

“Hold on." Harvey said guiding you both to the couch in your office.

"So I might have overhead from a couple birds that you’ve been having a bit of trouble with the wedding planning. Now I know I’ve been gone for an unbelievable amount of time, but I just want you to know that you could tell me anything."

Harvey said looking at you tenderly.

"Seriously. Whether you wanted to elope or take 12 years until we have the perfect wedding; I'll support your choice no matter what." Harvey joked.

"We'll I don't think I'll take that long... I guess a part of me wants to blame it on you for leaving but deep down I know this life we chose isn’t exactly flexible.”

You started unraveling your nervous feeling on the wedding.

“ I’m just a bit overwhelmed by the fact that we’re officially together.”

“So these last few years we’re just a friendship?” Harvey jokes to lighten the mood.

“Yeah didn’t you get the memo. I guess it was misspelled. I meant best friend not boyfriend.” you joked along. 

“What I mean is for most of my life I never had to think of others. God I sound so selfish for saying that; but it’s true. The choices I’ve made have been simple to make because I knew everything it'd entail. Any other option would be pointless... While marrying you, being together has been-"

"Amazing, spectacular, just grand..." Harvey interjected to brighten your mood like he always knew how to.

"Yes. Planning a wedding though; I have no idea what I want for us. I mean there are so many flavors of cake and decorations to consider-"

"That's probably on me actually." Harvey said, referring to his business trip

"You think." you said sarcastically.

"I know going with Mike to set up in Seattle before planning our wedding wasn't the brightest decision. But I'd like to make it up to you. Because I really do want to marry you. From now on I'll be right beside you."

"Thank you Harvey."

"I mean it. " Harvey said holding both your hands and looking at you intently.

"I know you've had to make decisions for yourself for the most part but I just want you to know... Your not alone anymore. For all the parts you feel unsure of in life, I'll be there to catch you and push you back up again."

"That was so beautiful. Did you plan that?"

"That may or may not be a couple lines from my vows. Just act surprised when you hear them on the day. Speaking of what do you think about November?"

"For the wedding?"

"Yeah it's right around the time we started to get to know eachother..."

"You're such a romantic Harvey Spector."

"We'll your about to marry me so what does that say about you."

"We're just a couple of romantics I guess." you say as Harvey kisses you deeply.

Breaking the kiss you exhaled a breath. “You're relentless.”

“Well I’m sure it's one of the things you find attractive about me.” he said walking to her office couch; looking romantically into her eyes.

“I could think of a couple more things.” she said walking in a way Harvey thought was iconic. Like a scene in a movie. 

“PG-13?” he asked, stroking you’s arm as she sat on his lap.

“More like rated R.” she said, hands holding his face.

“Kinky.” he said, kissing her. If he were to tell others the way she made him feel, he’d be dubbed a romantic. But the truth was every time Harvey and you kissed it felt like the world faded like that scene in West Side Story. 

“While being caught and embarrassed by the whole office sounds like an interesting night, why don’t we go home?” you said, getting up from their close position.

“As if this office hasn’t seen worse things.” Harvey said, smiling in that playful way that made you feel light. Grabbing you’s coat as you went to get your purse putting you’s coat on for you. Turning around and giving Harvey a peck as you walked together.

Feeling relaxed and lonely no more you we're now exited not only to plan the wedding with Harvey but spend your future together. Knowing that while the future may hold some unpredictable moments you can share them with Harvey by your side.

Author’s Notes

Hello, thank you so much for reading this. If your familiar with my work you may know that I’ve been absent for a long time. But I’m motivated again to write. This may not be my best work but I feel proud of this. 

If your interested in a part 2 or more Harvey Specter stories let me know.

Anyways I hope you have a good day.

:)

[generalllimaginesss]

"Every morning I question why I moved in with you." Can you write an older Hughes sister one where she moved in with Jack and then Luke when he started with the Devils and they’re always asking her to do things for them. Like waking her up in the morning to make breakfast because only she knows how to make pancakes like their mom used to when they were kids. She pretends to hate it but loves to be able to take care of her baby brothers. I imagine they’d all be obsessed with their sister if they had one.

Hughes sister has a chokehold on me and I make no apologies for it. I hope this is something along the lines of what you were thinking!!

••

It had been a long week at work, major changes in the computer system that your office used was causing you to work overtime, so you looked forward to sleeping in on Saturday.

However, Jim and Ellen both agreed that the youngest Hughes boys could benefit from having their big sister live with them as they adjusted to life without their mom and dad. Luckily you had a job where you could work from home and were able to move to New Jersey with ease. At least with ease regarding your job. Your brothers were anything but ease...

With there being a three year age gap with Jack and four with Luke, they looked up to their big sister, relying on you a little more than they should at their age. Most of the time it didn't bother you, but you just wanted this one morning to yourself.

The sound of pots and pans banging revealed that you had wishful thinking, causing you to groan when you rolled over and saw that it was only 7:00 am.

You could tell that the boys were bickering back and fourth about something, but you would let them work it out like the adults that they were. Or at least the adults that they should be.

The walls weren't thick enough to block their argument out though.

"Dude, no that's not how she did it. She added more flour."

"Are you dumb? We're not making waffles. It doesn't need that much flour."

"Well it doesn't need that much milk. It's pancakes, not soup."

"Go get her, we clearly have no idea what the fuck we're doing."

Footsteps, you determined as Jack's, began to come closer to your room, causing you to put a pillow over your head, wishfully hoping it would suffocate you into a deep sleep that wouldn't be disturbed by your brothers.

Three knocks on your door let you know that your wishful thinking was to no avail. You didn't understand why he even bothered knocking when he barged in and jumped on the bed, landing right on top of you, momentarily knocking the breath out of you.

"Jack, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?!" You yelled, shoving him off the bed, the thud resonating throughout the room.

You watched as he winced in pain, holding his knee as it took the brunt of the fall.

"You realize that I have a job that requires me to be healthy?" He groaned as he stood up, causing you to throw a pillow at him while rolling your eyes.

"Don't jump on me and you wouldn't be in this predicament, now would you?"

"Whatever....me and Luke can't remember how to make mom's pancakes. Can you help with that?" He asked, sitting on the side of your bed and falling back onto you.

"You two are hopeless..." You trailed off as you hit his stomach, trying to get him off of you. He swatted your hand away from his stomach, but moved enough to let you out of bed.

As you walked into the kitchen, Jack trailing closely behind and Luke sitting on a barstool on his phone, you noticed that it was an absolute disaster. There were egg shells scattered across the counter, way more than they should have needed. The flour bag was busted, a trail of flour showed where the boys had carried it around the kitchen. There was now only a half gallon of milk left from a previously unopened jug.

You groaned, wiping the sleep out your eyes as you recalled the way that your mom made pancakes your whole life.

"I feel like kids would be easier to raise than the two of you," You said under your breath, pouring the bowl of goop that the boys made down the drain.

"Jack is supposed to know how to make pancakes," Luke spoke up, not tearing his attention away from his phone.

"You watched her make it the same way we did, Luke," You pointed out.

"Yeah, but I'm the baby. I've got you all to do it for me," He smirked, watching you as your glares sent daggers towards him.

"I don't think the argument of being the baby of the family is valid after the age of 18. If it has to be brought up after that, then something's wrong," You rebutted, measuring out the ingredients and mixing them together.

Jack snorted, finding amusement in his oldest and youngest sibling arguing. He wasn't safe from your attitude though.

"You have no room to be laughing over there, Jack. You're older than him and still have to ask me to cook. It's funny...I've never had to do anything for Quinn," You knew when you said it that they would groan, and they did.

"Why don't you go live with him then?" Jack proposed, trying to sit next to Luke who shoved him away.

"Why the hell would you say that while she's making our pancakes, dude?"

"Trust me, I would get a lot more work done because he wouldn't be bothering me nonstop," You flipped one of the pancakes, a golden brown reflecting back at you.

The three of you were quiet as you finished flipping and plating them. You had made enough for the boys to have three and you two.

"Thank you," Jack snatched the plate from your hands, causing you to snatch them back.

"You will not snatch these from me when you rudely jumped on me at 7 in the morning. Take them nicely. We use easy hands in this house," You didn't budge, not giving him his pancakes until he slowly took the plate back. If looks could kill you would be long gone by the look he was giving you.

"Yeah, Jack, easy hands," Luke mocked, trying to grab the plate you held out to him. You brought it back closer to you and out of his reach, preventing him from grabbing it.

"What do we say?" Talking to him like a child elicited a glare from him as well, but he said his 'thank you' and you gave him his plate.

They ate quickly, mentioning that they were running late for a meeting. When they put their plates in the sink, you realized that they were leaving you with the mess that they had made.

"Who do you two think I am? Your personal maid?" You asked rhetorically.

"Love ya, Sis!" Luke called as he walked out the front door.

Jack didn't bother to say anything, only throwing up a peace sign as he followed Luke.

"Every morning I question why I moved in with you," You muttered under your breath as you rolled your sleeves up to clean the kitchen.

As you went to load the dishwasher, your phone vibrated on the counter, Jack's name flashing across the screen.

"What do you need?" You sighed, knowing he had forgotten something.

"I forgot my suit for the game tonight...can you bring it when you get a chance? Preferably before lunch?" You could hear Luke chuckling in the background.

"What do you say?" You were bound and determined to teach him some manners while staying with them.

"Oh my God, just bring it-"

"Do you want the suit or no? Because I'm not the one that has to wear it tonight..." You trailed off as you rinsed a bowl out before loading it onto the top shelf of the dishwasher.

Jack sighed, causing Luke to laugh.

"My wonderful sister that I love so much, would you do me a favor and please bring me my suit before lunch? With my Air Forces?" Sarcasm seeped from his voice, your eyes rolling in response.

"I don't appreciate the sass, but since you said please I will," He didn't bother saying thank you, hanging up immediately when you finished your sentence. He would learn one day.

You would never admit it to them, but you loved being able to help them. The early mornings and late nights that they caused you were inconvenient in the moment, but you would hate to miss out on the opportunities to spend so much time with them. They were, after all, your baby brothers that you loved so very much.

But unbeknownst to anybody...Quinn was still your favorite.

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[littlest-w01f]

Light and Shadow

Azriel x Amita

AZRIEL MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Azriel finally gets to have a conversation with the female always around Helion, the female that somehow makes his shadows go out of control in her light

Cw: None

part one - part two - part three

Amita stood outside the libraries, waiting for Azriel to make his appearance, and she didn't have to wait that long, as she saw black tendrils of his shadows in her golden vision.

She was in nothing more than a comfortable tunic and pants, white with golden embroidery done by hand. Azriel appeared before her, his form shadow, his hands clasped behind him as he bowed deeply. "Evening, little sun."

As the darkness shifted around him, the air filled with an eerie quietude, a sense of foreboding hanging heavy like a fog over them both. He stepped closer, his boots clicking against the cobblestone path, the sound echoing ominously in the silence.

"Evening, Azriel..." Amita looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never been this close to him before, never seen anything dark in her vision like how she saw his shadows. His presence was overwhelming, the power emanating from him was palpable, stirring something within her that made her skin prickle with anticipation.

She cleared her throat nervously, "Well…you came," she managed to say, trying to hide how much his proximity affected her.

"Of course, this is important," Azriel smiled, already reeling his shadows back from approaching her, wings held in tight in the Day Palace, watching her eyes pulse with her golden power, noting her heart rate which was no different than his now that they were alone, no one else in sight, he motioned to the library with his hand, "After you, my lady."

Amita hesitated momentarily, unsure why Azriel's courteous gesture sent a flutter through her stomach. She took a deep breath, attempting to calm the unfamiliar sensations his nearness evoked, and nodded graciously.

With a gentle smile, she turned and walked towards the library entrance. The heavy wooden doors creaked as she pushed them open, revealing the brightly lit interior with its towering shelves of ancient tomes.

Azriel's shadows clung to him at the brightness, Azriel squeezed his wings to walk past the doors to open libraries, he watched in fascination how confidently Amita walked despite her disability, he couldn't help but ask, "How do you know where to go?"

Amita turned at his voice, knowing what he asked, "Well, I know the palace pretty well, just because I can't see doesn't mean I am helpless, I can use my powers to sense where things are, where I need to go. If I'm in an open field it's a pain in my ass but other than that, if something in my way, I know."

Azriel raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her answer. "Your powers must be quite strong for you to navigate these vast halls so easily." his mind couldnt help but race to find as answer to why that was.

He followed closely behind her, his shadows drifting along the floor like dark mist, casting an otherworldly glow on the polished marble beneath their feet. As they wove through the labyrinthine corridors, Amita's golden aura pulsed brighter, guiding her steps with unerring precision.

They eventually arrived at a secluded alcove nestled between two imposing stone pillars. Amidst the tapestry-adorned walls, a single pedestal held a leather-bound tome, its cover embossed with intricate gold runes that seemed to shimmer in the bright light.

Stepping inside, she paused, adjusting her magic to the brightness. Her eyes soon found their way to a specific section, the leather-bound volumes lining those shelves emitting a distinct aura that drew her in. Turning back to Azriel, she beckoned him with a tilt of her head. "Comeon, these are the books we have on Death Gods...."

The corners of Azriel’s mouth twitched upwards into a subtle smile, appreciating her confidence and how she handled herself. "Lead the way then," he murmured, his voice low and resonant.

Following Amita's lead, he strode toward the bookshelf she indicated. His large form cast a long shadow across the floor, starkly contrasting the warm, inviting glow emanating from Amita herself. "Well, you start from that end, there are a lot of books to get through."

Amita reached out, her fingers brushing against the ancient tomes' spines as she carefully scanned the spines for their texture and rigid markings Helion had made sure were added to every book cover, to make things easier for her. And Azriel began the search from the other end.

Azriel's shadowy form moved methodically down the shelf, his fingers tracing the worn edges of the leather bindings, feeling for any unusual warmth or energy signatures that might indicate the presence of the texts they were looking for.

Meanwhile, Amita's golden aura grew stronger as she focused intently on her task. Her fingertips danced lightly over the titles, each touch sending ripples of energy through the air around them. It was clear that she was drawing upon her unique abilities to guide herself through the books.

The silence stretched between them, broken only by the occasional rustle of parchment pages being flipped or the soft thud of a book hitting a nearby table when they deemed it irrelevant.

After several minutes of searching, Amita finally stopped, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I think I've found it," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

Azriel immediately ceased his own search, his eyes locking onto hers with interest. "Found what?" he asked, his voice low and cautious.

Amita reached out, her hand hovering above the spine of a particularly old-looking volume. "This one," she replied, her golden aura pulsing rapidly around her fingers. "It feels…different."

Azriel stepped closer, his shadows swirling around him as he examined the book more closely. "Let me take a look," he said, his voice tinged with curiosity.

He opened the ancient tome, revealing yellowed pages filled with intricate script and strange symbols.

"Read it for me," Amita said, standing close to him.

Azriel's eyes scanned the page, his brow furrowing as he deciphered the ancient text. "According to this, Koschei is a powerful death god who has been living in his lake for centuries," he explained, his voice low and serious.

"He was once feared throughout the land, known for his ability to steal souls and bring eternal darkness." Azriel's gaze lifted to meet Amita's after he had done reading, his expression grave.

Amita's golden aura flared brighter, her grip on the edge of the table tightening, disappointment filling her. "We already know this... It's common knowledge." She sighed, "We need to find the exact thing, something to break a blood bound spell."

Azriel closed the book, setting it back onto the shelf with care. "That part isn't mentioned here," he conceded, a hint of frustration colouring his tone as well.

"Hey, we'll find something..." Amita said softly, sensing him to rest his hand on his shoulders, but making it to the middle of his back, feeling the tension in his muscles as she awkwardly dragged her hand to his shoulder, and the shadows jumped to wrap themselves around her hand, providing her with a cool touch, "There is a lot to search right now."

Azriel stiffened at first, taken aback by Amita's sudden touch. But as her warm, comforting hand pressed gently against his back and shoulder, he felt some of the tension ebbing away. He looked down at her, surprise etched on his face.

"You're right," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "We have time. Let's keep looking." He offered her a small smile, grateful for her reassuring presence.

"We should probably focus more of how to break spells, there should be a lot of books here for that." Amita raised her hand, and using her powers she made several shelves light up, "All of those, apparently."

Azriel's eyes widened as the shelves suddenly illuminated, casting a warm, ethereal glow throughout the alcove. He stared in awe at the sheer number of books now visible, his mind racing with the possibilities.

"By the Cauldron," he breathed, his voice filled with wonder. "We really could be here for days."

Amita chuckled, her golden aura flickering with amusement. "Maybe longer," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But don't worry, I brought snacks." She pulled her satchel from a bright light that Azriel had to cover his eyes from, a sly grin playing on her lips.

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[boggyblazingmood]

Wow! Just wow! In a world in which we have people of color in the aristocracy, everyone is dancing to renditions of Ariana Grande, Taylor Swift, and Miley Cyrus, and the Mondriches are now a Barony; the place where these toxic Philoises draw the line is that we are getting future waves of feminism in the Regency era?!

It's called fiction. If it was a documentary or a biography or any other nonfiction work then I would understand the pitchforks. But if a work is clearly meant to be a work of fiction, then I don't see why people would get worked up over not following the historical norms.

Wow! I can't believe they wrote Eloise to be so different compared to Daphne, Penelope, and even Kate?! It's almost as if they want to create different female characters so that different people can resonate with them! So crazy and unheard of! Also I wonder why the show purposefully made Phillip and Eloise so incompatible with each other. Phillip is a dull and amiable man who abides by Regency norm. And Eloise hates the countryside, isn't the most fond of children, and like interesting men. Plus they haven't even shared a single scene together.

Huh it's almost as if they can see how much Phillip and Eloise are so incompatible with each other. But because of TSPWL, that's why they want to force these two individuals together. Phillip a dull and amiable man who abides with Regency norm. And Eloise who doesn't give a fuck and also hates the countryside, children, and boring men. They also anticipate the fandom will get whiplash from seeing Phillip as Eloise's endgame. Of course we will! Eloise who has been spending her arc in rebelling against the Ton, marrying a societally acceptable man, a baronet. You can't make Philoise/TSPWL compelling. Manic Pixie Dream Girl is an outdated trope and Grumpy-Sunshine is getting there. What with all the romance books seeking to recreate Reylo in the sense of Grumpy-Sunshine. And TSPWL is the most hated for a reason, Eloise is forced to marry a narcissistic child abusing rapist and then become a Stepford Wife. Show Eloise ≠ Book Eloise.

See we argue about time skips all the time on the Theloise sub. I am in favor. As it would allow Hyacinth and Gregory to be the same age as their actors. As well as let Theo open his own printshop and also make Eloise into a spinster. My preferred age for Eloise at the beginning of her season is to be 24. I believe that Theo is either the same age as Eloise, one year older, or two years older. Also as a sister of a Viscountess, it would be incredibly inappropriate for Eloise to be a governess as 1. Anthony would never allow her and 2. she would be subject to whoever is her boss. Basically they want to input the Sound of Music into Show Eloise even though she's NOT FOND OF CHILDREN! Eloise being a matchmaker for a widowed Fran? That didn't happen in TSPWL nor in WHWW. It's funny that they want to stick with book canon unless if it serves the purpose of Show Eloise learning to shut up and get married. She's not interested in teaching either but in politics. Like we frequently see people compliment Eloise as a speaker, wouldn't that suggest that she may have a career as an orator? 👀

See when Daphne, Penelope. and Francesca wanted to marry young and become teenage mothers the fandom applauded them. But when Eloise who frequently goes on the record about how much she's against marrying and becoming a mother, she is dismissed as being childish. Which is frankly bullshit because Daphne, Penelope, and Francesca were "mature" when they made their decision but Eloise is seen as "immature". Not to mention, of course Eloise can get married and have kids. I put up polls on the Theloise sub and the majority were in favor for Theo and Eloise having a small wedding and were neutral about the two of them having kids. We just don't want Eloise to get saddled with being responsible for Marina's children. As Philip is seen to be an excellent father so he doesn't need any help. Plus if he's truly the Sunshine in Grumpy-Sunshine, then he definitely doesn't abuse his children!

That intellectually stimulating person is Theo Sharpe. The man that gave her books and listened to her. The same man that she's still thinking about in Season 3. I highly doubt Phillip is coming back, either Chris Fulton has the chillest acting contract on Earth. To the point that NO JOURNALIST asks him about Bridgerton and he can still post about Bridgerton. Or you know... They are done with Phillip and moving towards Theloise endgame.

Wait wait wait! Hold up hold up hold up! Penelope is the nuanced feminist and Eloise is the girl boss feminist?! Which world do they live in? Penelope the tabloid journalist who wrote nasty things about the Bridgertons, their loved ones, and the Royals is a feminist?! For what? Being nice to Rae, Genevieve, and the printer boys? Despite the fact that they work for her? Well if these two Philoises knew how to read or conduct a basic Google search they would realize that it is Penelope who is the girl boss feminist. The same Penelope who uses the rigid rules of the Ton to make a profit. Who knows that she benefits from the patriarchy as everyone loves gossip and tearing down women. Girlboss feminists care about themselves, they operate on the individual level not the collective level. This is in sharp contrast to Eloise who is slowly learning about her privilege and feminism but not taking advantage of her privilege to get rich like Penelope. Philoises know that Penelope is not a true feminist. That's where this argument originates if we see Eloise's political arc, that further nullifies Penelope's girl boss feminism. Because with Eloise she wants to improve the lives of ALL women not just the upper class.

This is the only sane voice. Show Eloise isn't meant to be Phillip's wife on the show. He is living his happiest life with Marina. Sure they aren't in love with each other but they represent the real life Regency aristocrats who had such marriages. As for Eloise she'll hopefully get her political arc with the bonus of ending up with Theo Sharpe 💙📚

[vxxxb]

DEPRIVE ME [1] - Miguel O’Hara x Reader

[Synopsis] - After an incident that jeopardizes your position at HQ, Miguel O'Hara becomes a constant reminder of the high expectations and zero tolerance for mistakes within his ranks. Everything takes an unexpected turn when Miguel sees the potential in your abilities and decides to enlist your help for a more personal endeavor. [Notes] - Slow burn, strained relationship in the beginning, slight angst, eventual fluff. Reader is ethnically Hispanic, with race not specified. Part Two | Part Three |

Wake up. Do the mission. Go to school. Sleep. Repeat. 

Wake up. Do the mission. Go to school. Sleep. Repeat.

Wake up.

Do the mis-

Your heart drops as the grip on your web slips, any remaining strength in your body dispersing despite your instinct to shoot another.

"Someone catch me," You breathe out, eyes fluttering shut as you brace yourself for impact. Just my luck, you think before passing out.

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Murmurs. It's the first thing you pick on as you regain consciousness. Your eyelids feel heavy, and even the slightest movement sends a sharp pain throughout your spine. Ultimately, it is useless trying to move. The urge to groan is strong yet unattainable. You can't help but think of the long and agonizing recovery waiting for you.

"She's been punished enough," A harsh whisper echoes from a distance, "Just look at her."

Your brows twitch as you strain yourself to focus. Just where were you? And why did your body feel...? A jolt of panic forces your eyes to open, bright lights swarming your vision and making them squint. You take deep breaths as you assess your surroundings - The infirmary.

A scoff catches your attention from outside the door. Two shadows, Jessica and Miguel, were in a heated argument. Their words reach your ears, albeit in fragments.

"You should be glad I didn't kick her out altogether," Miguel argues quietly from the other end. "She knew what she signed up for the moment she joined." 

"You and I both know this isn't what she signed up for," Jessica bristled.

There's a brief pause, and then Jessica enters the room with a small smile. Your eyes briefly meet Miguel's. The man stood there with an unsympathetic gaze, eyes slightly narrowing as they scanned you. Without so much acknowledgment, he leaves.

"Ignore him," Jessica hums. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I became one with the ground," You croak with a small laugh. "I guess no one caught me," You pout, more so grimace.

"Sorry about that, hun. By the time we noticed, you were already out of reach. Hobie somehow managed to brace your impact with his webs."

You nod. "Any serious damage?"

"None, other than a minor concussion and a sore body," Jessica replies, looking over your chart. "You need to rest." She eyes you sternly.

"Kind of hard when your boss has a vendetta against you," You grimace, sitting up. 

"I'm aware he's out of line-"

"Is he?" You close your eyes, pushing yourself off the bed. "Somehow, the more I end up here, the less sympathy I have for myself," You remove the IV attached to your hand. "A couple of concussions doesn't even begin to make up for my mistake. If we can even call it that."

You change into your suit and begin to head out. 

"Where are you going?" Jessica questions behind you. 

You pull on your mask while opening a portal. "Part-time, remember. The last thing I need is someone else nagging me."

Arriving at your job, the lab director nods in your direction as you take place behind your station. With one headphone on, you immerse yourself in work. Somehow you manage to find solace and relaxation in the tasks at hand.

Your soft hums resonate throughout the room, time progressively passing, and your mind drifting. You reflect on the repetitive nature of your life — wake up, mission, school, sleep, repeat. How many more times were you going to push yourself to exhaustion? The last time your body gave out in a mission, you had risked endangering Gwen. Working for the team was becoming increasingly difficult. More so working for him. 

Lately, it was like clockwork. Mission after mission, no matter how many you completed or how many reports you submitted, there would always be another. And another. And another. And well, you know how routines work. 

You joined the organization being made fully aware of how things ran around HQ. And who ran things around HQ. Miguel hadn't been the one to recruit you; Hobie did. The anarchic spider had taken quite a liking toward you -- your abilities in particular. With one mischievous grin, Hobie brought you to Earth-928, handing you over to Jessica Drew like some new toy before leaving to do his 'own thing'.

Things were honestly going fine for you at HQ. More and more Spider-people continued to join, and you couldn't have asked for better mentors (and friends) while becoming part of this society. Everything had been so exciting, so liberating.  

And then... and then your eighth mission happened. Earth-12131. Scorpion from Earth-1610 had appeared in that universe. Though difficult, the mission had been going according to plan; you and Gwen were in charge of capturing the anomaly while Pavitr aided and rescued endangered citizens. Between the three, you had webbed Scorpion against a wall, minimizing any attack they had planned. 

What wasn't anticipated was the multiple shards of glass coming down from the roof to cut through the webbing. Scorpion's tail had quickly knocked you off your feet, its stinger immediately targeting your watch. Things progressively got worse after that.

A broken watch meant unstable atoms, unstable atoms meant unavoidable glitching, which you did -- badly. As Gwen and Pavitr handled the anomaly, you attempted to regain yourself, fingers working rapidly to repair the watch. That is until you glitched again, your very being reacting with the electromagnetism of the device. Any control you held over your abilities at that moment vanished, twisted hallucinations and sensory delusions falling prey to those unfortunate within proximity.

You had sensed everything, from the nightmarish visions that developed from people's fears to the suffocating darkness that overwhelmed them due to the oppressive void that robbed them of sight, sound, and touch.

Fifteen people died that day.

Gwen and Pavitr had barely managed to fight off the disorienting effect before coming to your rescue after capturing the anomaly. This mission marked you for the rest of your stay at HQ. 

"Y/N?"

You physically jerk at the sound of your name, your body reacting to the sudden interruption. Upon realization, you address your boss, hands instinctively setting down the tools you'd been holding.

"You can leave now," They tilt their head toward the clock. "It's already past nine." 

Your eyes slightly widen, "Right! Yeah - sorry, I'll be going now." You rush to say, hurriedly packing your belongings.  

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Professor!"

Exiting the building, you can't help but rub your tired eyes. You contemplate the choice of whether to head back to your shared dorm or your very own personal quarters at HQ.

You snort. "HQ for sure," You mutter, preparing to open a portal. 

Just as you're about to, an incoming call from Lyla interrupts you. You answer with a tired smile. "Please don't tell me I have another mission waiting for me," You groan, energy already draining. 

She laughs, pink shades sliding down to throw you a wink. "Nope!" She envelops you with a portal of her own. "Miguel wants to see you."

What? "What?" You voice out loud, already regretting your choices. "Lyla I don't think-"

"Be there tomorrow early morning!" She salutes you before disappearing. 

You stand there, mouth slightly agape. Nothing about what Lyla said left you feeling at ease. If anything, you were positive another fainting episode was about to happen. Deep breaths, you remind yourself. 

With a mixture of uncertainty and exhaustion, you head to your room for a few hours of sleep, hoping to be prepared for whatever awaits you when you meet Miguel in the morning. If Miguel wanted to see you, he would see you. Just not defenseless. 

At least he won't kill you, right?... Right?

Part Two | Part Three |

[A/N] - Well... I hope that was alright. Please feel free to message me what you think so far, or comment!

I know it's kind of short but I want to gauge people's reactions first to see whether it's worth continuing. Anyways thx!

[decepti-thots]

☕ ~ trans woman whirl?

I love trans Whirl headcanons but I think I love them for totally different reasons than I usually see, tbh? That is- I think a lot of the time the fandom just goes 'oh! Girl Holoform Spotted! now this character is girl, and we can say character is trans girl because in the comic they are called he/him' and tbh I find that attitude as fandom often implements it annoying for a couple reasons; one, it often feels like a kind of 'if character Looks Like Girl, well, character Is Girl' deal which tbh feels kinda shallow to me ngl, and two, it (and similar under-expanded upon headcanons) not infrequently seems to be a way for the fandom as a whole to justify the general lack of content for the very explicitly canon trans characters by instead being like 'all the material we make for these characters not treated as such in canon proves that we definitely love trans characters. don't think about how lug or anode or arcee don't get that same attention, or that this content only offhandedly actually deals with transness 90% of the time', you know? Bit mean, but I can't help but feel that's a repeated tendency in the fandom, tbh. I would feel less like this if the fanon trans headcanons did not just vaguely go 'oh. also ig they are trans, how nice' with no follow up and instead actually treated these characters as having opinions about being trans, but in too many cases they unfortunately... don't. (And no, them being robots is not an excuse. Anode has opinions on this. Arcee has opinions on this, a lot of them!) But we're here to talk about Whirl, and I want to talk about why I do love trans Whirl, so.

I love trans Whirl for reasons far outside of that, and I think taking that approach to the idea does it a disservice tbqh. Specifically I like trans Whirl for the same reason I like reading Verity as trans, because it adds to Whirl's character arc about being denied agency over identity and clawing it back on purpose in a way where the trans reading feels especially resonant and like it genuinely adds to the overall subtext of her arc. Whirl's entire character is one where the violent removal of agency in her life is so much a focus it changes the course of history; Whirl refusing to let the functionists that ruined her life win is why Elegant Chaos plays out as it does. Whirl is a character whose entire sense of self as a person with the ability to make any choices at all was viciously ripped away from her, and in turn a character whose response to that is to make her ability to choose exactly what she does so utterly undeniable that even if you hate her, even if you think she's repulsive, even if you want to throttle her, you cannot pretend she is not in control. In that specific context, adding in the idea that she would choose her own gender, in defiance of a Cybertronian culture that implicitly treats gender as an alien unwelcome influence, so she can have what she wants- that rules. There's also such a line to be drawn there between Arcee's arc and Whirl, I think, that is so great. That's where I see why it is so good. Being seen as just a gun to be aimed that everyone professes distaste for but still wants to stick around and do dirty work, but you insist upon your interiority being seen as just that; your interiority. And all the things the people who want to do to you which you hate being what you embrace. It's fantastic. I simply prefer that as an angle through which to view the ideas than like... haha well Whirl's holoform is Girl With Guns how funny. You know?

And one of her most "humanising" moments is when she extends that to someone else. I'm thinking of when she tells Tailgate that Cyclonus was lying about his injuries; that part where Cyclonus is trying to protect Tailgate in a way that is ultimately toxic for them both. Sure, everyone else agrees that the best way to handle this is to lie for your own good so you don't make a decision people don't want you to. But that's not fucking fair, and who gets to decide what's "your own good"? Viewing that in light of a Whirl who is not just vaguely a woman but specifically linking that to the way Whirl's rigidly defined role under a functionist heel ruined her sense of identity, because they know what's best for you whether you like it or not- damn, that is COMPELLING. And I find that just. So much more compelling than what fandom so often does with the idea. Whirl, above all else, knows how important demanding agency is. I think that makes Whirl a character ripe for a reading as trans, and I love that for her so much. she'll grab you by the throat and make you acknowledge her. and she's right every step of the way, no matter how much you want to look away. i love her.

tl;dr WHIRL TRANS WOMAN GOOD. LOVE IT. no really i just, it's so good.

[badathumanemotions]

AHHHH YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD!!

i need more trans elle smut, it has become a necessity for my life, so if you are taking requests, pleasee, i am begging for another one, i don't care what it is about

Happy Anniversary

Trans!Elle Greenaway x Reader MDNI Masterlist Category: Smut CW: Smut, Alludes to Drinking, PDA, HandJob, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, I Love Yous. WC: 3,438 (Not Proof Read)(I'm bad at thinking up titles)

You stand on the sidewalk, hand in hers, feeling the cool evening breeze gently tug at your jacket. The street lights cast a soft glow over her face, highlighting the smile lines that crinkle around her eyes when she looks up at you. She laughs, a sound that still has the power to make your heart flutter, and you can't help but squeeze her hand a little tighter. The scent of her perfume mingles with the aroma of the restaurant you just left, a combination of spices and sweetness that seems to cling to the air around you both.

Elle looks beautiful tonight, her hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders, and the dress she chose for the occasion hugging her figure in all the right places. You can't believe it's been another year, another set of 365 days filled with love, laughter, and the occasional argument, but here you are, celebrating yet another milestone in your journey together.

With a slightly tipsy giggle, she leans into you, the warmth of the wine you shared at dinner seeping through her pores. "We should get going," you say, scanning the street for a taxi. Raising your hand, you give a firm wave, and the cab glides over, coming to a gentle halt beside you. The driver rolls down the window, and you give him your address, enunciating each word so there's no room for misunderstanding. He nods, and you open the door for her, watching as she slides into the backseat, her dress rustling against the fabric of the seat.

You follow, cuddling up next to her, unable to keep your hands off of her. Your fingers trace the curve of her shoulder, feeling the smoothness of her skin. She turns to you, her eyes glittering with lust, and you know that the night is far from over. The taxi's interior is bathed in the muted glow of the streetlights outside, casting a soft hue over her features as she reaches for your hand, interlocking your fingers with hers.

Her laughter fills the small space, a melody that resonates with the rhythm of the city. Your thumb brushes against her knuckles, sending a shiver down her spine. She leans into you, her breath warm against your neck, and whispers sweet nothings that you know mean everything.

The taxi's engine hums as it pulls away from the curb, the vibrations travelling through the seat and into your bodies. Your hand slowly crawls up her thigh, feeling the tension in her muscles as you move higher.

Her breath hitches as your fingertips graze the sensitive skin just below her dress's hemline, and she tilts her head to the side, giving you better access to her neck. Your kisses are feather-light, teasing the spot just below her ear, where you know she loves to be kissed. She shivers, her hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, holding you closer.

The taxi's interior feels like a cocoon of intimacy, the outside world fading away as your lips trace the line of her jaw, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse. Her eyes flutter closed, and she releases a soft moan, her head falling back against the seat. Your hand moves with more purpose now, her thigh muscles twitch beneath your touch as you reach the apex of her legs.

Her hand tightens around yours, urging it further up, and you can feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her stockings. She's wearing the pair you bought her last Christmas, the ones with the delicate lace trim that you love so much. The anticipation is palpable as your fingertips graze the edge of her underwear, and you're hit with a powerful wave of desire that makes your heart race.

You lean in, your breath hot against her ear as you whisper, "Patience," letting your hand glide back down to her thigh. But the teasing is too much for her to bear. With a gasp, she shifts in her seat, her legs parting slightly, giving you better access to the growing bulge between her legs.

Her hand covers yours, guiding it back up to her crotch, her hips rolling with urgency. The tip of her cock presses against the fabric of her panties, and you can feel the heat emanating from it. You give in to her silent plea, rubbing gently through the material, watching her face contort with pleasure.

Her eyes squeeze shut, and a soft groan escapes her lips. You continue to tease her, applying just enough pressure to drive her wild, but not enough to really build her up. You can feel her cock growing, straining against the confines of her clothing, begging for more. The taxi's gentle swaying adds to the rhythm, turning the mundane trip home into an erotic dance of restraint.

Before you know it, the car comes to a stop, and the driver clears his throat, a knowing smile playing on his lips. You both scramble to compose yourselves, the reality of where you are flooding back into your consciousness. You lean over, fumbling for the money, adding an extra bill for the unexpected entertainment you've provided. "Keep the change," you murmur, hoping your voice doesn't betray the embarrassment you felt.

Elle giggles as you stumble out of the taxi, the cool night air hitting you like a splash of water. She takes a moment to adjust her dress, smoothing the fabric down over her thighs, and you can't help but admire the way she handles herself, even in the throes of desire. The incident has only served to amplify the excitement between you, turning the simple act of walking into a race to get to the safety of your apartment.

Your laughter echoes down the empty street as you both rush to the door, her hand in yours, her grip tightening with every step. The key turns in the lock with a satisfying click, and you push the door open, eager to continue what was started in the back of the taxi.

Once inside, Elle turns to face you, her eyes dark with need. She cups your face with both hands and kisses you fiercely, her tongue pushing past your lips to explore the depths of your mouth. The intensity of her kiss is intoxicating, leaving you breathless and wanting more. You stumble backward, her leading the way, as she walks you backwards to the bedroom, never breaking the contact.

Between kisses, you both fumble with buttons and zippers, eager to feel each other's bare skin. Her dress falls to the floor in a pool of fabric, revealing the matching set of lingerie you've admired all evening. You can see the outline of her hardened nipples through the sheer bra, and the sight makes you ache with desire.

Your own clothes are discarded just as quickly, leaving you both standing in the soft light of the bedroom. Her eyes rake over your body, and you can see the hunger in them. You reach behind her to unclasp her bra, and it falls away, revealing her breasts.

With a gentle tug, you bring her closer, and her nipple brushes against your eager mouth. The taste of her skin is like nothing else, a unique flavour that you crave more of every time. You attach your mouth to her nipple, flicking your tongue against the sensitive peak, feeling it harden even more beneath your touch. You suck, applying just the right amount of pressure, and she gasps, arching into you.

As your mouth works its magic, your hand roams to her other breast, teasing the erect bud with your thumb. You circle it, feeling it pebble even more under your touch before giving it a pinch that makes her whimper. Her nails dig into your back, the slight pain sending a thrill down your spine and straight to your core. You continue to worship her breasts, switching between them, enjoying the sounds of her pleasure as they fill the room.

Her hand trails down your body, her fingertips dancing over your ribs and stomach before reaching past the waistband of your panties. Your body is already slick with anticipation, and she doesn't waste a second. Her hand slides in, her middle finger tracing the length of your slit, collecting your arousal.

You moan against her skin as she finds your clit, stroking it with the pad of her finger. The sensation sends waves of pleasure rippling through your body, and your legs threaten to give out from beneath you. She supports your weight, her other hand sliding down to cup your lower back, pulling you closer as she continues to play with your most sensitive spot.

But the ache inside of you is growing, demanding more, and you can't wait any longer. You break away from her, your chest heaving, and take a step back. You peel off your panties, tossing them aside, and watch her eyes follow the movement, her pupils dilating with desire. You can feel the wetness coating your inner thighs, and you know she can see it too.

With a newfound sense of urgency, you make your way to the bed, climbing on top of the sheets. You spread your legs wide, giving her an unobstructed view of your glistening sex, the scent of your arousal heavy in the air. You lay back, your hands reaching up to caress your breasts, your thumbs flicking your nipples into stiff peaks.

Looking into her eyes, you whisper, "Elle, please… I need you to fuck me." The words come out as a plea, a desperate cry for relief from the unbearable tension that's been building since the taxi ride. Your voice is husky with lust, and you watch as her eyes darken even further at your request.

Elle takes a step back, her gaze never leaving yours as she reaches for the waistband of her own panties. Slowly, deliberately, she peels them down her legs, revealing her thick, hard cock. The sight of it sends a fresh wave of need through your body, making your clit throb in anticipation. She stands before you, stroking herself leisurely, watching as your eyes devour her.

Her hand moves with purpose, up and down her shaft, the tip glistening with pre-cum. She's taking her time, savouring the moment, drawing out the delicious anticipation. You can see the veins pulsing with each stroke, the muscles in her arm tensing with each movement.

Finally, she steps closer to the bed, her eyes locked on yours, and slides her cock along your wet folds. You can feel her warmth, her desire, as she coats herself in your juices, preparing you for what's to come.

Elle's hand reaches for yours, her grip firm as she guides it to her cock, encouraging you to take over. You wrap your fingers around her shaft, feeling the heat and velvet softness of her skin. You mimic her earlier strokes, watching as she bites her bottom lip.

"That's right, get it nice and wet for me," she groans out. You swipe your thumb over the tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum down the length, making her shiver. She nods, her eyes half-closed in pleasure as you stroke her in earnest. Your hand moves in a steady rhythm, her cock growing even harder in your grasp.

With a growl, she leans in, pressing her forehead to yours, her breath coming in hot, desperate pants. "I need to be inside you," she whispers, and you can feel her urgency. You guide her cock to your entrance, the head nudging against your slick folds. You can feel yourself pulsing around it, eager to accept her.

With a slow, deliberate movement, she begins to push in, inch by delicious inch, savouring the feeling of you enveloping her. Your walls clench around her, welcoming her, as she stretches you open. She groans as she sinks deeper, feeling the warmth and tightness that is uniquely yours. Your eyes lock, and you can see the intensity of the connection in hers, the way she's lost in the moment.

Once she's fully seated, she pauses, giving you a chance to adjust to her size. Your breath is ragged, and your eyes are squeezed shut, but the feel of her inside you is everything you've been craving. You feel her take a deep breath, her chest expanding against yours, before she starts to move. At first, it's just a gentle rocking, as if she's testing the waters, seeing how much you can take. You can feel her muscles tensing and relaxing with each movement, her control barely hanging on by a thread.

You wrap your legs around her waist, your heels digging into the firm muscles of her ass, urging her to go deeper. She obliges, her hips rolling into yours with a steadiness that soon becomes a rhythm. The sound of your flesh slapping together fills the room, mingling with the harsh gasps that escape your throat. The bed shakes with the force of your union, the headboard thumping against the wall in rhythm.

Elle whispers, "You're so fucking gorgeous like this," her eyes drinking in the sight of you. You watch her, the way her pupils have blown wide, the way she licks her lips as she fucks you. It's like she's seeing you for the first time all over again, and the admiration in her gaze sends a new rush of pleasure through your body.

Her hand finds your clit, her thumb circling it with a firm, steady pressure that makes your toes curl. She moans as she feels how wet you are, her cock sliding in and out of you with ease, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the room. "You're so wet for me," she moans. "It's like your pussy is begging for more."

You nod, unable to form coherent words as you're lost in the haze of pleasure. Your hips meet hers, thrust for thrust, your body moving in perfect sync with hers. Her hands tighten on your hips as her thrusts grow harsher, each one pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You can feel yourself getting wetter, her cock moving faster, the friction building an inferno within you.

The kisses you share are messy now, your tongues tangling, your teeth clicking together as the passion overwhelms you. You're breathing into her mouth, her breath filling your lungs, and it's all you need to keep going.

Guiding one of her hands to your breasts, you let out a gasp as her fingers find your sensitive nipples. She plays with them, rolling and squeezing, her touch a perfect blend of tenderness and roughness that sends sparks of pleasure through your body. The sensation is exquisite, her thumbs flicking back and forth, teasing the peaks until they stand erect, begging for more. You arch your back, pushing your chest into her hand, silently begging for more of her touch.

Her other hand moves down to your clit, her thumb pressing down firmly, the rhythm matching the pace of her hips. The pressure is just right, the pleasure intense, and you find yourself spiralling out of control, your breaths coming in short, desperate pants. "Faster," you manage to whisper, your voice strained with need. She obliges, her thumb moving faster, pressing down with just enough force to make you see stars.

Your hips buck up to meet her, your body a live wire of sensation. Each stroke inside you is met with a corresponding circle of her thumb outside, the dual sensations leaving you a moaning mess. You're begging for her to fuck you harder, your voice only a quiet whimper.

Her eyes bore into yours, and you can see the fiery desire in them, the need to watch you shatter in ecstasy. "That's right," she murmurs, her voice thick with lust. "Fuck. Cum for me." Her words are a command, a declaration of her power over your body, and you feel your orgasm approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and all-consuming.

Your eyes roll back in your head, and a keening wail escapes your throat as you climax. The sensation of her cock inside you, coupled with the relentless pressure of her thumb on your clit, sends you spiralling over the edge. Your nails dig into her back, leaving red marks on her skin as you hold onto her for dear life.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you, your body shaking and convulsing as she continues to drive into you, never missing a beat. Each spasm wraps around her cock, milking it with a fervour that leaves you gasping for air. She groans, her own release building as she feels you tighten around her, the wetness of your orgasm coating her length.

Her strokes become erratic, her breath coming in harsh pants as she gets closer and closer. You know she's right there, on the precipice of her own climax, and you want to push her over. So, you tighten your inner muscles around her cock, squeezing and releasing in time with her movements. The feeling is exquisite for both of you, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her body with each pulse.

"Elle," you breathe out her name, "I need you to cum inside me." The words are a desperate plea, a declaration of the intimacy you crave. She nods, understanding the depth of your desire. She picks up the pace, her hips moving with a newfound urgency.

Her hand leaves your clit, instead reaching down to grasp yours, interlocking your fingers with hers. You squeeze, feeling her muscles tense beneath your grip as she leans in, capturing your mouth in a deep, searching kiss.

And then it happens. With a moan that's almost primal, she cums, her cock pulsing and jerking inside you. The warmth of her release flooding into you as she shakes with the intensity of her climax. Her body tenses, and she buries her face in the crook of your neck, her teeth grazing your skin. You hold onto her tightly, feeling the tremors of pleasure ripple through her, her body spasming with the force of her release.

Her grip on your hand relaxes, and you bring it up to her face, stroking her cheek with your thumb. "You're so beautiful," you whisper, and she smiles against your skin, her eyes closed. She shifts her weight, maneuvering the both of you onto your sides without losing the connection between you. Her cock remains firmly planted inside of you, the change in angle making you gasp.

You lay together, basking in the afterglow of your passion, your bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs. Her breathing starts to even out, the rapid thump of her heart against your chest slowing to a steady rhythm. The sticky heat of your shared release clings to your skin. You can feel the warmth of her cum inside you, leaving you feeling satisfied.

Elle pulls back slightly, her eyes searching yours. The love you see in them makes your heart swell, and you know that this moment, right here, is everything you've ever wanted. "I love you," you murmur, the words slipping out like a sigh of pure happiness.

Her smile widens, a soft blush colouring her cheeks, and she whispers, "I love you, too," before pressing her lips to yours. The kiss is gentle, almost chaste, but it's filled with the same raw emotion that you feel coursing through your veins.

As your bodies settle into the post-coital haze, you can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you. You feel her body relax against yours, the warmth of her skin still pressed against yours in the soft, lingering afterglow of the night. The sheets are tangled around you both, a lazy mess, but you don’t mind. In this moment, nothing else matters.

Elle’s hand rests on your chest, her fingers lightly tracing the lines of your ribs. You let your hand slip into her hair, absentmindedly playing with the soft strands, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath.

It’s peaceful.

“Happy anniversary,” she murmurs into the quiet, the words barely more than a breath, as if savouring the simplicity of the moment. You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you that’s deeper than the heat still lingering on your skin.

“Happy anniversary,” you whisper back.

There’s no need for anything else. No grand gestures or promises spoken aloud. This, right here, is enough. The weight of the years together, the comfort of knowing each other so intimately, fills the space between you without a word.

[cera-writes]

I love all your fics and i read you wanted to write song fics, and I've been obsessed with TTPD and Gambit this past month, so I was thinking in a hiper angsty fic inspired on this album and other songs, where Gambit meets Avenger! Reader, who is in her twenties, and they have a secret relationship because it could be a disaster between their teams, and she doesn't know Remy and Rogue's history, so when they break up and he goes back to Rogue, the reader doesn't know if everything that they had was real to him, plot twist Remy was using her to get information all that time. And she's heartbroken, but at the same time, she has so much rage.

Some songs by taylor swift that give me the vibe of their relationship: "Gorgeous", "Suburban Legends", "willow", "Slut!" "august", "Guilty as sin?", "Florida!!!", "The smallest man who ever lived", "down bad", "my boy only breaks his favourite toys", "how did it end?", "Would've, could've, should've", "dear john"

plus: "Silver Springs" and "can't catch me now" because he'll always be tormented by her love

* Sorry if there's something you can't understand, English is not my first language!!! Also, I don't know if you like Taylor or if this is a long request for you, so I understand if you don't write this, but I hope it can help you when you need inspiration.

And thanks for feeding the Gambit nation, his fics are scarce and everything you write is amazing xoxoxo

-💫

A/N: hello fellow Swiftie~ I wrote these sectioned into mini parts! It'd probably take me a while to write a full length fic but I summarized their relationship according to each song you requested :) Pairing: Remy "Gambit" LeBeau x (Avenger) AFAB!Reader

Tangled Threads (A Gambit/Avenger!Reader Songfic)

Part 1: Gorgeous (and secret trysts)

He sauntered in, that Cajun charm dripping like molasses, a smirk playing on his lips that could disarm a bomb squad. Gambit. Not exactly Avenger material, an X-Man, but here he was lounging in the small speakeasy, all roguish charisma and smoldering unusual eyes. The two of you had struck up a secret alliance, amidst a blossoming relationship.

"He's gorgeous," you thought, trying to focus on the holographic briefing flickering before you. "Gorgeous enough to be a criminal mastermind." The internal voice was probably right.

He caught your eye, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Mind if I join the party, cher? Looks like you could use some company."

You rolled your eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips. *"This isn't a party, Gambit. Briefing. And besides. we're supposed to be secretive."

"Even briefings need a little spice, wouldn't you agree?" He leaned closer, his voice a low rumble. "Besides, I brought intel."

That piqued your interest. Intel was always welcome, especially from someone as questionable as Gambit. The next few hours were a blur of stolen glances, whispered strategies, and a thrill that sent shivers down your spine. This shouldn't feel so good, not with him on the other side of the line.

But there he was, effortlessly weaving himself into the fabric of your world, a secret melody in the symphony of my life. "And you're right here, right next to me," the T-Swift song echoed over the ambiance of the bar, perfectly capturing the forbidden electricity crackling between you.

Stolen moments turned into stolen nights. Rooftop rendezvous under the city lights, whispered secrets amidst the chaos. You were a tangled mess, a love story written in code, a secret waiting to be exposed.

"Deep down, I know this is delicate," the lyrics resonated with the fragile nature of your connection. "But I can't turn away." The danger was intoxicating, a forbidden fruit you couldn't resist. But the fear, a persistent whisper in the back of my mind, gnawed at you.

Was it real, or was it just a game? Were you just another pawn in Gambit's grand scheme? The thought sent a tremor through you. "Maybe we got something good," the song continued in your headphones, painting a hopeful picture despite the growing doubt.

But hope, like trust, was a fragile thing. One day, the melody would change, the chords turning discordant. And when it did, the fallout would be a symphony of heartbreak.

Part 2: Willow (and Whispers)

"We can't keep doing this," you whispered one starlit night, the weight of your double life heavy on your chest. "It's too risky. We're on opposite sides."

He pulled you closer, the familiar warmth a bittersweet comfort. "Love doesn't play by team rules, cher." You could never tell what he was thinking. He always had that damn poker face.

"If this was an open shut case, I never would've known from the look on your face, Rem," you replied, challenging his open statement.

"Heh," he smirked. "Daring though, non?"

"But it can get us both killed," you countered, the voice you used for briefings laced with unspoken fear.

"Maybe that's the thrill, yeah?" He winked, the playful facade a mask for something deeper. "You're a prize I'd cheat to win, chere."

A knot tightened in your stomach. Was it just a game to him? Was he another "august slip away into a moment in time," a fleeting fling he'd discard when the thrill faded? "Guilty as sin," you thought, a line from another song echoing your turmoil.

Part 3: Slut! (and Lies)

The news hit you like a psychic blast. Remy LeBeau, back with Rogue. Public declarations, lovey-dovey photos splashed across mutant newsfeeds. The air felt thick with betrayal, the stolen moments tainted with a sickening suspicion. "Slut! Oh, you're the only one who even tried." The song ripped through you, a cruel mirror reflecting your shattered trust.

Fury simmered, a storm brewing beneath the hurt. Were you just a pawn in some twisted game? "Down bad, down bad, but I won't cry." You wouldn't let him break you. Rage, a fiery ember, ignited alongside the heartbreak. Maybe this was for the best. Your reputation had never been worse. At least you could focus on your team and not Remy anymore. But who were you kidding? It hurt.

Part 4: The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived (and Doubts)

Days turned into a blur of training, a desperate attempt to drown the doubts. "Was he the smallest man who ever lived?" You questioned everything, replaying his words, searching for a crumb of truth. Had he ever loved you, or was it all an act? A cruel manipulation to infiltrate the Avengers?

Part 5: Dear John (and Deception)

You cornered him, the raw emotions a maelstrom in your eyes. "Did any of it mean anything, Remy?" The question hung heavy in the air.

His smile didn't reach his eyes. "Always cherish the memories, cher. But some things just can't last."

"Would've, could've, should've," you seethed. "Was it all a lie?" The words were a gut punch, a desperate plea for the truth.

He turned away, a flicker of regret in his eyes. "Maybe that's a story for another time."

Raw, unbridled anger burned through your veins.

"Right," you spat, the bitterness dripping from your tongue. "Just another girl you used and discarded." The weight of his betrayal settled on you, a heavy cloak.

Chapter 6: Can't Catch Me Now (and a Tangled Future)

The training room became your sanctuary. Sweat turned into tears, the pain fueling a relentless drive. Punches became declarations, each blow a defiant roar against his betrayal. "Flying like a jet stream, faster than the white cars can go." You wouldn't be some damsel in distress, a mere conquest in his web of lies. You'd become stronger, faster, a force to be reckoned with.

He might call himself Gambit, but the real gamble was his. He'd bet on manipulating you, using you for his own ends. But the tables had turned. You wouldn't be another forgotten pawn in his game.

One day, your paths would cross again. And when they did, you wouldn't be the naive hero he'd once known. He might slip through your fingers like charged cards, haunted by the ghost of a love he couldn't keep. But as you soared through the air, empowered by rage and renewed purpose, one thing was certain:

"You can't catch me now."

Hope this was okay! I tried to use most of the songs you listed! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

[lauraryuguji]

"Just dance with me." You murmured as the sun tried to warm cold skins, as hopes were lost after fifty days in freezing hell.

Numa looked up, only to find her hand reaching for him. There was a sad smile on her face, one of those that are usually followed by a line that resonated sadly through the cold.

"You know I can't dance." He held up his hand, but didn't get up. Just enjoying how warm his hand was.

"Please, just dance with me." She repeated, more insistent than ever.

Numa didn't understand how, just after learning that the quests had stopped dancing, it would help. He knew, however, that this action wasn't just a dance, it could be the distraction he craved.

The boy shook his head before standing up and grabbing her back, they were both close, for the first time he was actually dancing with the girl. But this time, there was something less romantic than he had imagined. His eyes met hers, and vice versa. A deep look that now meant so much more.

"Take me back to the night we met." She says as a tear insists on sliding down her cheek."That's what I want most." Numa wipes her tear away, he secures her face and kisses her forehead.

She closes her eyes, swaying slightly, her body exhausted, and as much as she knew her end was near, she still had that hopeful look in her eyes. The snow falls on them, but the music resonates through her mind without question.

"Numa..." she smiles slightly. "I've been in love with you ever since I saw you."Numa knew, he was too. You were the main reason his friends convinced him to go on this trip, your name was mentioned at that bar table.

"Thanks for speaking first." He laughs. He laughs. "I love you."

When people are close to death, they often have the thought they should have every day. You knew that your body was shutting down for good, you knew that malnutrition, dehydration and the bruises from the fall were already at their limit. And it was only now that you had the stupid courage you'd been lacking all along.

Numa hugged you when the wind blew strongly, and you clung to him as if your life depended on it. A thought ran through your mind, a plea, you knew you wouldn't survive, but please, let him survive.

"Can I ask you something?" She murmured against his body. "Do you promise to stay alive until the end?"

He lifted her face and planted a longed-for kiss on her lips, it was the best thing that had happened here, it was like being in heaven.

"We will." His eyes showed the conviction he had.

It was with such certainty that if you didn't feel death ahead, you would have believed it. You wanted to believe, you swear you wanted to... you were young, you hadn't graduated yet, you hadn't said goodbye to life, you hadn't done so many things.

A smile crossed your face when you shook your head affirmatively at him, it was what he needed to see, not what was true.

That same night, before retiring for the night, you sought out the person responsible for cutting, and in a weak voice gave your release. You knew deep down that he wouldn't want your body, it would be too crazy for everyone. Death was too crazy, we've already lost so many.When you went to sleep, you wrote letters, you made sure to write one for everyone and you also wrote the names of everyone who had left, just to make sure they hadn't been forgotten. And then you lay down next to Numa's sleeping body, held his hand and cried weakly.After fifty days of surviving, his body shut down. 

He died during the night, sleeping with a smile on his face and clutching Numa's master, it seemed like a dream.

[keewu]

What VOCALOID/utaite song fits the sds characters?

This is basically me combining my two biggest interests haha, but yeah I've really thought about this.

Meliodas: Aun no Beats. So from what I've read and what I think the meaning of the lyrics is. It's a person who mourns the death of their lover, and not being able to be together anymore (we all know why this checks out) the line that stuck out to me was "we were going to be together forever" anyway I really like this song and I think it fits him.

Elizabeth: Yume to Hazakura. This is a really beautiful song and its very melancholy. It talks about distant memories and unforgettable words, tbh I think it just fits her vibe. For Meliodas I had like a reason I don't think I have for this one. But it fits her and it's a beautiful song.

Diane: Lonely Universe. It was HARD finding a song fitting her man. But I think this is cute and it's her feelings toward King. It's in my opinion about a person who loses someone (King making Diane forget about him) and waits for them to come back, like they are always looking for something. It also feels like the person waiting is quite alone which Diane was after she left the giants, she didn't have anyone since the humans found her scary.

Ban: Vita. I gotta give my man a depressing song bro. So I can't really find the "meaning" of the song so I'll just make my own conclusions. It says "I'm living as best as I can" and "dying as best as I can" and I feel like that resonates with Bans character, you can't tell me that man doesn't want to die when he deliberately went to prison to get tortured. It also says "it's getting worse and worse" which I feel like Ban felt when he said that everyone he likes ends up leaving him.

King: Lemon. Ya'll I cannot not give King the yaoi angst okay. So the song is about grieving for a loved one, someone who's already passed (Helbram hehe) it has lines which are very beautiful like "Even the pain from that day, I still loved it all with you" and "more than I knew I was in love with you" (if you can't tell I really like King x Helbram) overall the melody of the song fits him too and overall I really frickin love this song.

Gowther: Hitomodoki. This is a mafumafu song (one of my fav artists btw) and Hitomodoki means kinda like Pseudo-human which in of itself fits my boy here. As soon as I listened to this song I thought how much it fit Gowther and I could go on a super long rant, but instead I'm just gonna drop some lyrics on you cause you'll see what I mean. "Is this hole I had mistakenly opened within my heart" and "In this human form, without becoming a human" and "oh, my heart — I once wished that you would have stopped" like you get what I'm putting down??

Merlin: Rollin' Girl. I had so many songs for her, like bitter Choco decoration, bad apple, lost ones weeping etc. But I decided to go with the old classic depression song. Again from what I read and how I interpret it, it's about a girl who's very lonely and needs help but never accepts it from other people. Even though she's in pain she want to keep "rolling" each day at a time (continue to live) she always wants to be perfect/succeed. Lyrics: "it doesn't matter how It turns out, that's just a downward hill towards more mistakes" anyway I feel like this song really fits her. Also this song may or may not have been my most played song last year and Merlin may or may not be my favorite character hehe...

Escanor: The reason I wanted to die (Boku wa shinou to omottetanowa. So as you can see this is a depressing song once again (all these mfs be traumatized) and its a really beautiful song that really shows how Escanor feels in my opinion. It sings about reasons to want to die and it's about grief and despair but also hope. The lyrics "The reason I wanted to die is because I hadn't met you yet" and "I fell in love with this world a little more where people like you were born" feels a bit like his feelings toward Merlin which is cute.

This is honestly mostly for myself but if you enjoy reading all this thats great!!