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[irisintheafterglow]

The Archer (gojo x you)

summary: after your best friend becomes viewed as a monster, the only thing to do is cling to the ones that loved him too. (or, screaming who could ever leave me darling, but who could stay?)

wc: 1.1k

cw/tags: hurt/comfort, angst but heartwarming ending, manga/anime spoilers, established relationship, pet names (babe, baby, sweetheart, etc), mention of vomiting but nothing descriptive, yeah did i mention angst

note: i just need to hold gojo satoru and tell him that it's going to be okay is that too much to ask for (anyways hope you enjoy the pain that my brain farted out)

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated <3

“Su?” He freezes, rooted in place as the sun casts shadows on his unreadable expression. “Where are you going?” He sticks his hands into his pockets and turns to you with a smile so fake you need to take a step back. He'd lost a lot of weight but what terrified you the most was the calm aura that surrounded his weakened body, a contentment that was scary to see on someone in so much agony.

“Mission, just a few Curses plaguing a village of about a hundred.” Forcing normalcy into his voice was as successful as forcing a square block into a round hole and you couldn’t stop the worry from leaking onto your face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I had another dream.” His face falls, washing over into careful blankness. He was used to this, your technique and the consequences it brought. It was, however, a long time since you confronted someone directly about what you see. “You know, Future, it doesn’t show me what will happen.” He won’t meet your eyes and you hesitantly take a few more steps toward him.

“It shows me what can happen.” 

His words are cautious, delicate as if saying the wrong sentence would break you like a fragile piece of pottery. “And what did you see?” 

“Something that I’m begging you not to fulfill.” You swallow the lump in your throat and blink back the fear threatening to spill over from your eyes. “I’m so scared, Suguru. I’m so fucking scared.” You stumble the rest of the way forward and his arms wrap around you instinctually, holding you tightly as you continue to plead for him not to go. He pulls away to look at you and a sliver of hope pokes the back of your mind when you see the conflict in his eyes. It disappears as resolve hardens on his face. 

“You’re family. Whatever I do, I will not harm you.” 

“I need you to promise you won’t–”

“I can’t promise anything beyond that.” After a moment you have no choice but to nod, defeated, and he pulls away for the last time. “You have my word.”

The news hits you like a train that you saw coming ten miles away, knocking the air from your lungs and sending shards of invisible shrapnel into your body. Because of your technique, you know before everyone–Yaga, Shoko, Nanami, the higher-ups, Satoru. You feel the moment Suguru makes his decision in your own body like cruel twin telepathy and you rush into the nearest bathroom to expel everything you’d eaten that day. You feel the same sensation again when word reaches Yaga, the whispers of massacre and Curse User and traitor seeping into your ears. Nothing, however, could compare to the storm you felt when Yaga told Satoru. 

You fall asleep early in the days after Suguru leaves. Not because his absence didn’t keep you up at night, but because you didn’t really know what to do except hide in dreams. Dreams that kept you in a state of blissful ignorance; you, Suguru, Satoru, and Shoko at the fair or the park or the beach, not scattered into four separate corners by indifferent Fate. Suguru’s departure felt like a severing of your soul, like your brother died rather than your best friend leaving. You avoided others like prey escaping a predator, paranoidly checking reflections in windows for people you didn’t have the energy to talk with and ducking behind corners when voices got too near. When the few missions you completed were over, you were back in bed, curled into yourself so tightly that no one could reach you. 

No one, at least, except Satoru.

He calls you some nights later and you squint against the harsh light of your phone screen. 

“Satoru?”

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty.” There’s a forced smirk in his voice that you see through like glass, immediately noticing the way his pained tone wavers with every uttered word. “Did I wake you from your beauty rest?”

“Mhmm,” you hum exhaustedly, groaning as you sit up in the darkness and swing your legs over the side of your bed. “Door’s open if you need it.”

“Yeah…okay.” The melodically teasing tone in his voice drops in an instant, as does its volume. You make sure there’s an unopened bottle of water ready for when he gets to your dorm. He was probably just as dehydrated from sobbing as you are. “I’m sorry.” 

“For what, love?” 

“Waking you.” You laugh softly, rubbing your eyes and sitting back on the edge of your bed. 

“No, you’re not.”

“You’re too good at that.”

“What, knowing when you’re lying? I thought we weren’t supposed to lie to each other. Relationships 101.” He huffs as much of a chuckle as he can. “What are you really sorry about, Satoru?

His voice cracks and your heart feels like it’s been stabbed a hundred times. “I need you. Really badly.” There was no suggestive air or promiscuous tone in his voice, just unfiltered desperation not to be alone. “Can I–”

“Of course. Get over here; I miss you.” 

You time the duration it takes for him to get to you, two minutes on the dot. He opens your door slowly as if to check if you’re still awake, and shuts it just as gently. You flick on your nightstand lamp and feel your stomach sink when you fully take in just how tired he looks. There’s no trace of anger or frustration on his face, only pure loss. The bags under his eyes deepen as he sighs, avoiding your eyes for the first time you can remember. He just stands there in the middle of your room, deflated and suffering. When he speaks, it’s a strangled and helpless choke. 

“I couldn’t–”

“Shh, just come here.” You rise from your bed and catch him when his knees buckle, his face buried in your shoulder. He doesn’t cry or heave like you did; he just grabs whatever he can with his hands and holds you so needily his arms start to tremble. “I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” 

When you finally slide under the covers with him, he’s still clinging to you like you’d float away if he let go. “Stay.” He pleads with you even as you have him locked against your chest, gently carding your fingers through his hair. It’s soft between your fingers and reflects the little moonlight seeping through the cracks in your curtains. 

“I will.” You press another kiss to his forehead as if to seal your words, but he doesn’t feel safe yet. 

“Please, stay.” 

“I swear on my life that I will not leave your side.” You try to lace Cursed Energy into your words, make them as unbreakable as you command them to be. Squeezing your eyes shut, you breathe him in, willing him to let himself go. To not be the honored one or the strongest sorcerer, but Satoru, to break down and grieve just as any other man would. 

“I’m so sorry.” There it is, baby. Just let go. 

“I know, sweetheart. Rest now, I’ve got you.”

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Hi I love your work and omg I just can't stop reading it

Can I request yandere wild , time, twilight, four x harpy reader

Like they found her hurt but she try to get up but she can't cuz she hurt her wings which is her arms and they help her cuz they rember she help them once before and plus she keeps the cucos clam and not attack anyone

Nsfw breeding

I seen a lot of monsters moys but no monster reader

And can I be 🧜‍♀️ aron please

You absolutely can! I didn't know if you meant poly or not, so I went separate!

You can also be 🧜‍♀️anon! Welcome to the club! I'm happy to have you!

Smut so Minors DNI!

Smut CW: Breeding, Monster fucking, Reader is a harpy! Little bit of baby trapping.

Bird's eye view

・❥・Wild had seen a lot in his time. But nothing quite like you.

・❥・Your gloriously bright feathers are what caught his eye first. You were caught in a hunter's snare when he came upon you, heaving with heavy pants and stained with blood. Whether it was yours or something else, he wasn't sure, which made him weary.

・❥・He did eventually approach you, cutting you down even if you scrambled away from him. He offered food in some sort of universal language, slowly coaxing you close enough he could look at your wounds.

・❥・It takes a shocking amount of apples, and hydromelons and other fruits to get you to trust him enough to bandage them. While his memory was fuzzy, he could remember a being, your same build and same beautiful feathers, hissing and screeching at a Lynel that had tried preying on him just days after he had woken up and was in no shape to fight.

・❥・He was certain you were the one that saved him that day and he was more than happy to finally be able to repay you.

・❥・He keeps you close while you heal, and when you bring up leaving after your healed, he quickly finds ways to shut that down. You two needed to be together. Couldn't you see that?!

・❥・Everyone else in his life had left him or died, and you couldn't! You just couldn't! He probably uses these very reasons to keep you tethered to him. That and the fact that cuccoos are terrified of you and stay away from him.

・❥・What better way to tether you to him than a baby? That would keep you and him tied for life. Did he know whether you and him could actually procreate? No, but he would love to try and find out.

<><><><>

Sweat dripped down from his temple and onto your shoulder as you laid prone beneath him, warbled cried weakly leaving your throat as numerous loads leaked out of your abused hole. You had long since given yourself to him wholly and completely and he was living for it.

He wanted to see you round and full, carrying his child for all the world to see. Grounding you to keep you in his reaches. Right where he wanted you.

Just the thought of you with a child of your own, cooing over it and caring for it was enough to have him groaning, filling you once more all over again. He was sure you had a small swell in your belly at this point, but it wasn't enough. He needed to ensure he got this right the first time, even as his muscles cried out from overstimulation. He needed to make su

re this worked. Needed this to be an all or nothing situation.

Who knows how much longer you would remain by his side? How much longer would you believe his little lies?

He doubted it would be long. But if he could effectively ground you, then you could be by his side forever.

You let out another whine underneath of him.

・❥・Time is such a funny guy with this for one reason alone.

・❥・He had lost someone once because they flew away and left him behind.

・❥・That was when he met you! You had been nesting in a tree while he was mid-mourning over Navi. He was playing a song on the Ocarina, he couldn't even remember which one, and you began singing along calling his attention.

・❥・It was a slow thing, him getting you close enough he could run his fingers through your silky smooth feathers as you sniffed about him. You gave him a new out look on life in the time you spent together.

・❥・He thought that you had been lost to time during his journey, jumping around constantly and such.

・❥・But when he hears the familiar sound of your chirps, crying out for help, he lets himself feel a fragile flicker of hope. When he saw if was you, the flame grew just a bit more. And then you looked at him and smiled, recognition flashing across your features.

・❥・You were so happy when he freed you, feathers fluffing up around your arms as you wrapped your arms around him, chirping and clicking in a language foreign to him.

・❥・You had come back to him. You, perfect and angelic you, had come back to him when Navi had not. He knew you were the one for him. He just knew it.

・❥・That being said, he was not to keen on letting you go a second time.

<><><><>

Your feathers shined in the light of sunrise, letting the limited sunlight cascade through the gaps as your arms reached behind your head. You were such a picture of pure divinity. Like the golden three themselves had come down to bless you with beauty.

He wouldn't be surprised at this point. How he had managed to get you, gloriously free you, to give yourself to him was still a mystery. To him at least

You had come back to him, you had graced him with your presence once more. He had heard the saying, that if you love something, let it go, but you had come back. You and him were meant to be. You were meant to belong to him.

And he'd ensure it stayed that way.

You had come back, he had won. You were his. His to use and please and do with as he pleased. He had earned it. You had come back.

And if he put a baby in you, he'd ensure you stayed.

You wouldn't have the heart to keep him from his child, not that you ever would, but to give you a reminder of him every time you looked at that small child? It made his own heart thump wildly in his chest, matching in tempo to your bounces.

You had come back. You wouldn't leave a second time. He wouldn't let you.

・❥・My notes for this literally state and I quote ' lmao twilight and his abandoment issues screaming into the void rn.' Just to set the scene.

・❥・Just like Time, he has also had someone walk out on him. and he does not intend on letting it happen a second time. No. He let Midna go too easily.

・❥・Ironically enough, he met you when Hryule was clouded with Twilight, your feathers a decaying black as your shrieked angrily at him, diving at him every time his beast form tried entering the sacred grove before it was clear.

・❥・When the twilight was lifted, he tried again, only to find your colors vibrant and electric. You were also much friendlier, landing in front of the entrance as if daring him closer, but not instigating anything.

・❥・When he did step closer you regarded him carefully before turning, dew shimmering on your feathers as you did, leading him into the holy grounds and to the Master Sword.

・❥・You stayed even as he returned to his human form, approaching him swiftly. Your claws pricked his cheek as you tilted his jaw, crooning softly when his lips lifted in a snarl, as if trying to calm him.

・❥・You acted as a sort of guide in the air, warning him of oncoming attacks and the such. While you kept your distance during his battle with Ganon, you closed it just as easily after the Mirror was shattered. You had been there when she left.

・❥・You refused to leave him, even in his deepest pits of grief, crooning at him softly constantly and shrouding him in your gorgeous feathers.

<><><><>

The feeling of your back pressed against his chest was truly euphoric as you heaved and cried out. His hands were clasped tightly around your hips, fingers digging bruises into the soft flesh there. The claws on your feet dug into the floor, scratching the wood as you rclung to the table you were bent over. Your feathers, as gorgeous as they were, were all askew, ruffled and scuffed, some scattered around the floor. Your hair was just as messy, especially as you threw your head back to try and look at him.

He kept his head burrowed in your shoulder, biting and nipping at your skin as his hips smacked rhythmically against your own, keeping a quick and harsh tempo. You had stuck by him. You remained by his side. You chose him. Midna chose her world. Fine. But you chose him. You watched the trials he faced, deemed him worthy and accepted him. You chose him.

So he had to return the favor. Obviously. So he would chose you to carry his young. To breed you over and over again until you had your own litter scrambling around your feet. It was the least he could do for you really.

You had chose him, and he would do everything in his power to make sure you didn't make the wrong choice.

You wouldn't have the time to think if you made the wrong choice or not if all your time was spent caring for his pups, right? All that mattered was that you stayed with him.

He already had one person walk out on it, and he would not let you do it as well.

・❥・If you guys thought I knew little about Majora's mask, oh boy do I have some news for you-

・❥・Being able to turn into a Minish, one of the unseen dangers on his journey were birds.

・❥・Birds that swooped down, trying to eat the little creatures.

・❥・This extended to him.

・❥・A particularly large bird had once gotten it's sights on him, clawed feet reaching for him too fast for him to run away. He thought that was the end for him.

・❥・And then you, in all your glorious vengeance and fearless carelessness, stepped in. The bird was caught mid-swoop. Pinned with your own talons pinning them down.

・❥・You snarled in it's face, snapping your teeth in it's face with a sharp cry before letting it wobble away.

・❥・He thought you would take him for yourself, but you merely crouched down, leaning your chin on the ground and letting him place his little hands on your nose, gently crooning with a puff of feathers.

・❥・You remained his protector throughout his entire journey, his companion when he was back to his Hylian form. It became a joke throughout Hyrule that you would not have one without the other, the two of you never straying far.

・❥・And he'd keep it that way.

<><><><>

Your squawks did little to deter him as your taloned fingers ran through his hair, tugging at the golden strands as he pinned you to one of the random walls in his forge. He felt a bit bad, as he knew the heat wasn't good for your feathers, but he couldn't bring himself to care as he plunged deep into your core over and over again.

You feet clawed against his back as you clung to him, crooning and chirping as your head fell back. He adored you. Everything you did for him. The scars you obtained for his sake. And he would thank you in the best way possible.

He had watched the ways you cooed over the babies in town, using your feathers to call their attention and bring a smile to their face. Their giggles absolutely lit up your entire being making your giddily chirp as your feathers ruffled. He adored seeing it.

What better way to thank you for your service to him than to give you your own baby? A baby the two of you could share? One that was a piece of both you and him and would keep you tethered to him for the rest of your life.

It was the perfect plan really. He could care for his little family through his forge work and you would live happily ever after with the minish watching your little one.

His own perfect ending.

[dreamofjoys]

Short drabble for Incubus Malleus

cw: female reader, modern au, blowjob, groping, drugging(aphrodisiacs), dubcon, praising, mentions of ex boyfriend, eating you out heh, unprotected sex, overstimulation, cumming, not very detailed a/n: Im not the original person who came up with this incubus malleus au but WE NEED MORE!!! This is just my version of it <3

Incubus Malleus who owns a club in the human world. The main purpose of it was purely just to lure humans in and let him and his retainers to feed on their sexual desires. He is the King of demons, and it is only his job to ensure that his kind has enough food to survive.

He thought that humans were boring, especially the women in the club who would so willingly crawl under his feet, purposefully pushing their lower lips out into a pout, batting their fake eyelashes at him, begging to take a taste of his cock.

Malleus rejected those advances. He doesn't allow anyone to touch him at all. Instead, he gropes at their breast, thrust his fingers into their pussy and sink his fangs into their neck and allow himself to feed. In his eyes, they were just preys to him. Preys don't deserve to touch a high ranking demon like him at all.

It wasn't until one fateful night you stumbled into his club, alone, ordering a few shots of vodka and opting to drink at one isolated corner so that no one would disturb you.

The moment Malleus laid his eyes on you, he knew he wanted you by his side, forever. And his instincts were proven right the moment he had you lying naked beneath him, looking at your teary eyes and wobbly lips. Your nipples had hardened at the touch of the cold night air. You were rubbing your thighs together, trying to contain the unbearable heat in your core that was screaming at you to spread your legs wide.

"Beautiful." Malleus sang praises of you as he gives hot open mouth kisses from your neck, down to your breast, lower stomach and your core. You whined when he spread your legs open further, displaying your flower to him as he immediately dives in, nose pressing onto your clit while his tongue slips into you to explore your insides.

He had no regret asking his retainer to spike your drink before bringing you to his private room in the club. Truly, you taste like the sweetest fruit in heaven. Malleus had eaten out many women in his 1000 year of lifespan, but none of them will ever taste as good as you.

You were unsure if this was the right thing to do. You only came to the club because you wanted to get your mind off about your boyfriend - ex boyfriend - who had cheated on you. It wasn't your intention to have a one night stand but this stranger who has fully buried his face between your legs was so good at whatever he was doing, you couldn't help but to tug on his raven locks, pulling his head so that his tongue could reach deeper inside you.

"Mo-more-" you begged, and Malleus compiled, feeling satisified that you had decided to give in to pleasure, to give yourself to him. He stays in between your thighs for a long time, drawing out numerous orgasm from you, making you cum just on his tongue only.

Was it too much for you? No matter, he has better things in store for you. Malleus discards his clothes within seconds. His cock standing straight up, pre cum already leaking on the top as he smears it on your folds.

You are a lucky one, because this is the first time Malleus had decided to fuck someone nice and good. You will be his. He thinks as he cruelly sinks his thick cock inside you, moving his hips so that he could fuck your pussy into the shape of his cock.

He takes in the sinful sight of you clutching onto his arm that he had placed beside your head, babbling incoherent words. Your boobs jiggling up and down, a small bulge forming at your belly, a physical reminder that he was taking you as him.

"i'm go-gonna cum-"

"su-sure, me too,"

And just like that, you creamed all over his cock like a good girl he knows you are while he paints your walls white, finally marking you as him.

You were wrong for thinking that this was a one night stand. Afterall, Malleus had never intended to let you go after laying his eyes on you. He make sure to fuck you over and over again, the smell of his cum was so strong that all the other incubus stayed away from you.

Don't ever think of running away from him. He had peered into your dreams and learnt everything about you, including your ex boyfriend who had cheated on you. So why not just stay with Malleus? He can take away your pain and make you feel so so good. You just need to give yourself to him and let him feed on you.

Besides, he fucks better than your ex.

[l1tw1ck]

Can I request a short/thirst of FTM Bottom Bakugou x Nerd Top masc reader losing his virginity?

(Name) helps out Bakugou with tutoring so Bakugou pays him back by taking (names) virginity but hes still mean to him while they fuck even though he likes it and m/n is satisfying him. And (name) uses bakugou as a cumdump

Bottom FTM Bakugo x Top Masc Reader

CW: AFAB Language, Oral Sex, Degrading, Nipple Play, Creampies

Katsuki usually gets pretty good grades, so finding out he wanted you to tutor him was pretty surprising. You accepted it anyway, he said he'll pay you for it. Although not with money. You didn't know what that meant until..

Katsuki moves his hand to your thigh, teasingly moving around your crotch. "You're a virgin aren't you?" He notices you already becoming rock hard. You nod. "Then how about I take your virginity as payment?" He smirks. Your eyes widen, you can't tell if he's joking or not but you agree anyway.

"Fuck-" He gasps after taking your length out. He expected you to be average sized but nope, you have a huge dick. You watch as he holds your shaft curiously, sliding his fist up and down as you leak pre cum. "You're so small." He lies, only saying it to be mean to you. Being degraded by him feels good anyway. You moan his name, having someone else's hand on your cock feels so much better than using your own. He leans over and wraps his lips around your length, quickly bobbing his head up and down. He's surprised that you don't taste bad, he doesn't usually give blowjobs for that reason.

"Bakugo–" You gasp. "St- stop I'm-" You roll your head back, nearing an orgasm. He can't hear you due to how focused he is so you have to grab his hair and pull him back, he moans from that, making you accidentally come on his face. "Did you want to see me covered in your disgusting cum? Fucking pervert." Katsuki hisses, grabbing a tissue from your desk to clean himself up. But not before getting a taste of your cum.

Katsuki slides down onto your length, watching your face twist into pleasure. "You- you feel so good- oh my God–" You already feel close again. Katsuki didn't bring a condom and you clearly don't have one so he's relying on you to stop when you're close. "You sound so pathetic." Katsuki laughs, grinding down on you. "Please–" You moan. He rolls his eyes and starts bouncing on your length, the feeling of being inside him along with hearing his gorgeous moans makes it hard to hold back. You forget to warn him as you come inside him.

Katsuki slaps you but keeps moving, what's done is done. You whimper submissively as he keeps riding your spent dick, allowing him to please himself with it. He pulls his shirt off, sports bra coming off next, and pinches his nipples. You almost start to drool as he plays with the puffy buds, you beg him to let you touch. Katsuki eventually allows it, immediately regretting it due to how good it feels. "You're su- such a-" He leans his head back and moans, stopping his movements and arching his back. "Loser~" He finishes, coming hard on your length.

"How- uh~! are you st- still ha- hard~!" He yells, getting his cunt pounded by your thick length on the desk. "Your pussy feels so good, Katsuki, it's so tight–! It's like you're sucking me in, I can't pull out!" You exclaim, justifying why you came inside him 3 times now. "Fuh~ fucking pervert~!" He rolls his eyes back, squirting on your floor. "Wha- what am I? Yo- your cuh~ cum dump~?!" He asks. Your thrusts slow as you come inside him for the fourth time. "Ye- yeah-" You agree.

[scoops-aboy86]

Pick-Me-Up

For the June @steddiemicrofic prompt 'stuff'!

wc: 483 | rated: M | cw: fat steve harrington, stuffing kink

According to Wikipedia the name of tiramisu comes from the Italian tirami su (lit. 'pick me up' or 'cheer me up').

“Fuck,” Steve gasps, “I’m so… full… I can…. hardly… breathe.”

Eddie bends over him, fingers still teasing him from inside—but that’s not the kind of full Steve is, not yet. He kisses one flushed, rounded cheek, still bulging from an attempted final mouthful. “Oh sweetheart, is it not good?”

A ludicrous question. Steve has finished almost the entire thing, despite the big anniversary dinner that preceded it. Everything Steve likes best, including his Nonna’s tiramisu recipe. Eddie can see him still trying to swallow, punctuating each failed attempt with a distressed little whine. 

Eddie leans in to lick creamy mascarpone and smeared cocoa powder from around, from inside Steve’s mouth. “It’s okay baby,” he coos. “You got enough, already plenty sweet. Save the rest for a midnight snack.”

Another whine, this time a question. A plea. The reason the curve of Steve’s heavy belly almost kisses the bed when on all fours like this. 

There’s plenty of lube still on his hand to slick himself up, though Steve tries to push back and chase his fingers as he pulls them free. Eddie kisses, then bites the soft nape of his neck, a silent hold still while he lines up. The noise Steve makes at that, and again as the tip starts to breach his greedy hole, makes Eddie forget which way is up and he slides in with a shaky moan. All the build-up, the hours of feeding Steve and making sure he’s comfortable, rubbing his belly to soothe the ache of too much while Steve determinedly pushed through it to get to the other side. To this.

Almost too much as Eddie eases his way in, so tight, holding hard to Steve’s love handles to keep his eager lover from slamming down to the hilt in one desperate go. Steve’s cock is leaking against the give of his underbelly, out of Eddie’s sight but never far from his mind these days—the fact that it’s so hidden, a treasure to be uncovered, makes it all the sweeter when he can get his hands or mouth on it. All the more intoxicating that, sometimes, more and more often, Steve is too bloated and tender to reach. 

“God, Stevie,” he moans when he’s finally fully pressed against Steve’s ass, legs shaking. Afraid to move too soon and blow his load embarrassingly fast, without even treating his boy to a good fuck. “How’s it feel, baby?”

“Full,” Steve gasps, and he’s still pressing back, relentless, single-minded. No room for anything else. “More, Eds, need—”

He knows what his baby needs. Gripping hot, eager flesh, Eddie gathers himself enough to pull out and then slams back inside, aiming precisely for the spot his fingers have been teasing for the last half hour. Makes all of Steve move with the impact, and isn’t that a sight. Makes him come with dessert still in his mouth. 

Finally stuffed full.

Permanent tag list: @hotluncheddie @lawrencebshoggoth @sofadofax @tangerinesteve

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Random Eyeless Jack tongue hcs

Cw// kinda borders into suggestive territory if you squint, but nothing intentional? Writing this before actually putting down the hcs, but

Yeah

Nothing too crazy, obviously

Also cw// for body horror and shit since I also wanna dive into his whole.. how he got messed up

Getting the body horror stuff out of the way, I hope yall already know ab my whole curse hc/interpretation on jack

If you dont/if you're new; hi! Welcome to my blog! I hc that jack used to be a normal dude but got dragged into a cult that made him the way he is now!! Real important and relevant to my take on him/I haven't seen many other people use that spin on fan story for this sort of thing

Anyways

As per the whole "his body is shifting into something horrific," thing, his tongue literally. Splits into several tendrils

Havent decided on an exact number, but hes got.. a few alright!

Thick, but get thinner to the tips; and they have the same goop that leaks from Jack's eyes! Sensitive sense of taste; and he can kinda detect scents with them, like snakes do!!

His mouth is kinda crowded, though, so sometimes he'll talk with a bit of a lisp (?), or accidentally bite himself

Now onto the real horror; the process of his tongue splitting was painful, and long. He felt all of it, and given that he's literally turning into a man eating monster, he was unable to seek medical help; so he had to suffer alone and without aid

Obviously, if your tongue is splitting itself open, there's gonna be a mess plus lots and lots of pain

Poor dude

Moving on

They writhe

A lot

Especially when theres... food.. nearby; they tend to flick out (snake like!!!) If hes hungry (tends to lose himself for a while)

In the most sfw way I can say it because there is literally no way I can say it without being sus, they kinda??? Wrap around things??

Like okay I had an art idea, to draw jack with a blood-popsicle, since summer is coming; and with the previous hcs it'd make sense that his tongues would just naturally latch around it and grip said blood-pop

So that's my hc now

Also back to horror stuff i feel like that'd make his feeding frenzies all the more terrifying

I mean when he goes into one he completely loses all his humanity and thoughts and just jumps on someone

Imagine he latches onto someone and like

Idfk anchors them into the persons flesh so they cant just easily shove him off

That's terrifying

I love it sm

Downside; kissing jack is not fun since 1) it's a legitimate choking hazard, and 2) the goop makes his tongues taste gross

I feel like the goop is also, to a degree, corrosive

Or at least, an irritant

Like super powered saliva that can break down meat fast; also explains why I draw jack with huge dark circles n shit around his eyes

I bet yall (who follow my main) just thought I made him tired

Nope, it's his flesh being slowly burned away!! Granted hes more durable to it since the whole monster thing + it's his own material but

Still

So

Yeah!!!

Take what you will with these hcs

[gemini-sensei]

poly hawk and demetri smut??

Poly!Hawk Moskowitz x Chubby!Reader x Demetri Alexopoulos NSFW Headcanons

Fem!Reader ○ personal fave

CW: double penatration, cum eating, throat fucking, messy ass sex, threesome, unprotected sex, creampies, idk what else

I did headcanons for this because that's just what came to me first, but I might write an actual smut about this later. Also I might have gotten a little carried away with this one.

They were ✨️ binary boyfriends ✨️ before they brought a third into their relationship. When the idea came up, it only happened because they had a crush on the same person and only after a lot of discussion between them.

In the meantime, before they asked their gf out, Hawk would nearly make Demetri cream his pants at the thought of her being their partner. He'd unabashedly talk about how hot she is and how he couldn't wait to make her theirs. "I bet she'll look sexy between us" and "I can't wait to hear her moan our names."

Sex didn't happen between the three of them for a while. They wanted to make her comfortable in the relationship before they jumped into that.

However, when they did get intimate, Demetri watched and jacked off. He liked watching Hawk fuck their gf and listening to all the noises they made. When he came, he shot his load on her big tits and Hawk scooped it up with his fingers and fed it to her, while still pounding her wet cunt. Demetri is hard again in seconds.

Hawk likes hanging their gf's head over the edge of the bed so Demetri can throat fuck her. He likes wrapping his hand around her neck so he can feel Demetri’s dick and squeeze it while he fucks her pussy. Demetri likes coming down her throat and giving her all his cum before pulling out.

If you couldn't tell, these three like a lot of different positions. They'll try anything once.

One of their favorites is when Hawk is in missionary with their gf, chest to chest with her, and Demetri fucks him from behind. Hawk comes so fast like that and gets overstimulated very easily. Each thrust Dem makes has Eli pounding into their gf, and its delicious. He's holding onto her body anyway he can, usually by her waist or thighs, squeezing her chub as he gets fucked. By the time his bf and gf finish, he's come three times in her cunt to the point it's leaking out around his cock and it's all frothy. They're totally messes Demetri has to clean up, not that he minds.

Another favorite of theirs is the guys on their knees and their gf between them, riding both their clocks. They love being squeezed together in her tight cunt and feeling not only her walls pulsing around them, but each other throbbing. One will guide her hips while the other plays with her tits and it's glorious.

In that position, they both love to have their hands on her. They grab and grope her curves, but they each have their preferences. When he's behind her, Demetri loves to grab and hold onto her belly; when he's in front of her, he usually guides her hips. When Eli is behind her, he holds and squeezes her thighs; when he's in front of her, he loves to play with her and suck on her tits.

As far as kinks go, they both need to be praised and give praise. They love hearing how good they feel when they fuck. Demetri likes being told thank you after he's come in their gf's mouth. Hawk likes telling her how pretty she looks covered in their cum, whether it's spilling down her thick thighs or shot across her tits.

They don't like hurting their gf, it's why they prep her so well before they go on with double penatration, but they love giving her so much pleasure that she's in tears. Something about the tears in her lashes just gets them going. Dem likes to wipe them away and tell her how good she makes them feel. If they slip down her round cheeks, Hawk kisses them away.

They have a terrible creampie kink. When they both fuck her, they like to pull out just to watch their mixed load leak out of her, then use their fingers to fuck it back into her. They never quite succeed and only make a bigger mess.

On the contrary, Demetri likes watching Hawk creampie their gf. He asks her how she likes it, tells her how good it is, that she must feel so full. When Eli's cum spills out of her, he likes to play with it and rub it on her clit and just make her puffy pussy into a nice big mess for him to clean up later.

They love to make her into a squirming mess. Whether it's just one of them or she's sandwiched between them or they're teasing her, it doesn't matter. They just want to see and/or feel her hips squirming against theirs. They want to watch her writhe with the pleasure they give her.

They are both so vocal. Demetri whines a lot no matter what. His voice can go deep with lust, though, especially when he spits filth. Hawk on the other hand, his voice gets raspier and he grunts a lot. When he's overstimulated, he whines so fucking much and his voice goes up a pitch when he becomes overstimulated.

They love making out over their gf's shoulder, especially while fucking her. They get to hear her moan while their tongues swirl around sloppily and it turns them on even more. Only for one of them to turn to her and make out with her next while the other kisses and marks up her neck.

[dykejasper]

Crooked Trajectory [SU fanfic]

Chapter Two - "Destabilized" - Lapis POV (link to chapter 1) AO3 Chapter 2 Link Jasper's sudden, unannounced arrival to Little Homeworld throws Lapis mentally off-balance, and she struggles with guilt, fear of abandonment, and self hatred. Amethyst gets her high to cope and Peridot finally hears the ugly truth. Rating: Mature CW: abuse, confinement, torture, choking, drowning, suicidal ideation, substance use (gem weed, lol), discussions surrounding trauma

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Wide yellow eyes with pupils narrow as pins stared, unblinking, between wet tendrils of white hair that snaked over clammy skin. The beast was motionless for the first time in weeks. The tense calm was unnerving, and Lapis knew better than to let her mind wander for even a moment.

Jasper's tired voice cracked when she asked, "Why don't you end this?"

Lapis ignored her, focused on maintaining their bond while shutting off access to her mind. She already leaked too much when she got distracted, and she couldn’t risk giving Jasper any more of herself.

When they first fused, Jasper tried to split away, but Lapis quickly figured out how to apply water chains within Malachite to match those on the outside, binding their light so she couldn’t leave. She thrashed, yanked, bit the chains, twisted, kicked, roared violent threats and obscene insults; none of it mattered. Lapis always made it worse for her, getting creative with water gags that wouldn’t allow enough air for her to speak or a fist of water around her throat, yanking her into the foul green pool below with a cruel snap of force and holding her there. It was exhausting, but Lapis endured with grim satisfaction. All that flashy muscle meant nothing against the power of a planet’s ocean in her hands.

After Steven infiltrated their space, rage choked all other emotion out of Malachite. Lapis was distracted, disoriented -- worried that Steven was still near, somehow. Jasper yanked their chains with enough force to throw her forward, slamming her face into the pool floor and knocking the wind from her lungs.

She knew Jasper was only a few short strides away from ripping her apart and she scrambled to get up. Her legs slipped and slid as she kicked herself away, coughing and spitting out water. Jasper was smiling and had a crazed look in her eyes. Her voice was hoarse and soft when she said, “You’re not protecting Rose, you lying, traitorous brat.”

In her panic to fly away as far as their chains would allow, narrowly avoiding a swipe of deadly claws, Lapis let her guard down. Her mental barrier dropped, and she couldn’t control the flow of her memories.

In that brief moment, Jasper watched her emerge from the mirror in front of Steven, cracked and panicked and significantly limited in ability, but still more than capable of building an ocean tower into the edge of Earth’s atmosphere. Still capable of destroying the Crystal Gems and multiple humans, had Steven not begged her to stop. She would have enjoyed destroying the gems that kept her prisoner and tried to stop Steven from releasing her and would have delighted in their shattering -- if Steven hadn’t cared about them so much. She owed him her freedom, and him alone.

Lapis shook her wet hair out of her eyes and glared up at Jasper with every bit of hate she could harness, allowing her shatter-lust to pulse through them both with every beat of their fused heart. Steadying the quiver in her voice and forcing it cold as ice, she said, “I’m protecting him from us. You deserve this just as much as I do.”

Something in Jasper changed after that. Lapis had no clue how many hours of quiet they’d had, but it was stressing her out more than fighting. It could all be an act to make her drop her defenses again, and Lapis wouldn’t be tricked. Though it was getting hard to ignore the prickling anxiety that made her stomach twist and the tiny voice in the back of her mind telling her she made the wrong choice.

"Shouldn't be hard for you to shatter me. I won't even fight back... unless you want me to."

Lapis felt hot venom flood her veins and she clenched her fists, tightening the chains that held Jasper. Their hearts raced like opposing war drums, out of sync and messy. It'd be very easy.

And then what? Go back to Homeworld? Run back to the Crystal Gems and beg for their forgiveness? This was her purpose now. This was where she belonged -- crushed under cold, dark, abrasive sea and locked to one of the few gems more pathetic than herself. The chains got even tighter as Lapis’ fingers involuntarily clenched.

"Just do it already, you pathetic coward.” Jasper stumbled forward, her eyes wide and a terrifying, manic smile on her face that turned her blood to ice. “You want to, I can feel it! I want you to—”

"Shut up!" Lapis shot a thick tendril of water down Jasper’s throat, coiling it down her neck and clenching her fist. Blind panic bubbled up in Malachite while Jasper thrashed against her chains, her lungs flooding.

She'd never lose consciousness like an organic life form from asphyxiation or drowning, of course. But a gem’s survival instincts were designed to suit colonizing predators likely to meet physical resistance. If you threatened a gem’s physical form, they could really feel it, and would react accordingly.

Lapis could feel it, too. She could feel every painful, oppressive, horrible thing she did to Jasper, but that was fine with her. She owed it to Steven to stay and atone for what she did. Jasper wouldn’t even be on Earth if wasn’t for Lapis running back to Homeworld, expecting it to be her home after all that time.

She felt a powerful pull to crush Jasper’s gem when she said “I want you to;” an impulse that came from Jasper herself. Was she really that desperate, that she could overpower Malachite for that...? No, just willing to do anything to make me lose focus. The gnawing anxiety in the pit of her stomach spiked.

She crouched next to Jasper, swallowing down an intense choking sensation and watching her thrash up close. Impressive how this one turned out, considering the careless job done with her Kindergarten. Lapis was the one who cut the canyon that became her kindergarten – a panicked order coming from the top demanding a canyon far from where the Crystal Gem home base was, ignoring all other structural factors. It was there that she was poofed during a raid by the Crystal Gems, the day the Beta Kindergartners began emerging. She knew that wasn’t Jasper’s fault, but… it sure felt like it was.

She released the coil and Jasper collapsed forward and heaved up water, gasping for air while Lapis gently swept the wet hair from her pained face. She was soft -- loving, almost -- as she said, "You could feel how much I loved doing that, couldn’t you? Don’t worry about your gem. I don’t make a habit of breaking my things.”

That memory made Lapis want to claw her own throat open. You're a fucking monster.

Jasper’s eventual arrival in Little Homeworld was something she tried to prepare herself for. She had a thousand conversations in her own mind, repeating scenarios on loop compulsively. It was exhausting how angry she’d get over imaginary confrontations and blowouts with a gem that only existed in her memory.

None of her obsessive rumination included Jasper getting shattered. Finding out about that horrified Lapis, forcing her back into foul memories that she’d managed to avoid for a long time. What’d she finally do that pushed Steven to shatter her?

They were totally different gems in a totally different timeline from when they were fused. She vividly remembered the urges to shatter her own gem that Jasper shoved down when they were Malachite. She usually had no reaction to the impulse, thanks to thousands of years of Homeworld conditioning. She was taught that her only value as a gem from a defective kindergarten was her overwhelming strength and tenacity in the face of extreme torture and isolation, and she believed it to the point of pride. She was very good at pretending it didn’t bother her.

But, sometimes, the crushing darkness of the ocean was too much for the both of them, and they dwelled on their worst desires and impulses. Jasper was interested in being shattered long before Malachite. Her agate often described how the other Betas were shattered, and Jasper was left wondering what it felt like, if it was freedom of any sort. She never seemed to consider her agate might have been lying – most of her Kindergarten was unshattered on the Zoo ship. It was ironic that she achieved her goal, just to be dragged back to deal with the life she objected to.

Did she feel differently, now that she’d experienced it? Overwhelmingly, repaired gems reported their time being shattered as utterly miserable, a state of painful disconnect. The light that holds a gem’s consciousness refracts all over with no ability to connect, unable to repair itself, and unable to split away from the shards themselves. Like the human myth of purgatory, or how some humans speak of distressed spirits unable to achieve peace after their body’s death.

As shitty as all of that was, Lapis wished she could deal with it somewhere far, far away from her. Another planet, maybe. Jersey, perhaps. She’d like it there.

But she wasn’t in Jersey, no. She was leaning up against the wall of Bismuth’s shop, for some reason – arms crossed, staring off at nothing. Where is Bismuth...?

Lapis had been watching her from behind a sign for a few minutes in a state of disbelieving dissociation. At first, she was worried maybe she was hallucinating, but she looked like an entirely different gem from when they were fused – certainly not the version of Jasper that haunted her nightmares. She looked broken. Her corruption scars reminded Lapis so much of Malachite in color. She gazed absently at the broken horn jutting from Jasper's wild mane and wondered if she ever thought the same. Lapis would never forget that sickly green hell they shared.

Maybe it wasn’t her place to wonder at all. But after Steven corrupted himself out of sheer despair, well… There was no reason to believe corruption was a physical contagion a gem could contract from fusion. Corruption was a manifestation of the deepest despair turned physical, and despite all Jasper had been through, all the centuries of Homeworld torture before they ever met, her corruption scars resembled Malachite more than anything.

Her stomach twisted and she was overcome with a sudden and confusing rage that threatened to boil over into something physical. Nobody even told Lapis she was supposed to show up that day, that she was there already, right outside of Bismuth’s shop! She tried shoving down the voice that screamed and Steven fucking shattered her!! It was too much too fast; she couldn’t even remember where she was headed or what she was doing. She formed wings and took to the sky, flying hard and fast for the warp pad with tears stinging her eyes.

Why couldn't Jasper have gone literally anywhere else?!

The precarious happiness and stability Lapis built after destroying the barn was crumbling, and she had nobody to blame but herself. They didn’t have to say it directly. She knew they all saw her as a victim deserving pity, and she hated that. More than that, though: she hated the thought of her friends learning to fear her true self and abandoning her. That would be so much worse. They’d struggle to accept that she enjoyed keeping Jasper fused to her, forced to endure torture for torture’s sake. Forced to atone for the sins of other gems while Lapis wallowed in her own self-serving guilt and misery, redirecting her hatred of them onto the first gem to get in her way.

She landed hard on the warp pad; stumbling, gritting her teeth and blinking away tears, she warped away without directional thought. Things are better now. I'm better now. But if that was true, why did seeing Jasper make her feel so unstable so fast? Maybe because she was fucking shattered! Her chest clenched and a sob slipped past her lips – she couldn’t inhale. Lapis just wanted to feel nothing about her, why couldn't she just feel nothing…?

The warp stream cleared, and she was in the beach house looking at the temple door. Her stomach dropped when she realized there was no Steven to talk her down – he went to the hospital with his humans after his corruption stabilized and would likely be there for a while.

Selfish of her to turn to him right then, anyway. What a horrible friend she was for trying to bother him about this during his time of need. She turned to collapse on the couch and nearly jumped out of her skin when she made unexpected eye contact with Amethyst. There were bags under her eyes as she lay with her neck bent badly; phone in one hand and lit blunt trailing smoke from the other; surrounded by a mess of snack trash with a tablet laying forgotten on her belly, looping the Stardew Valley menu music. She held out the blunt in offering, saying, “Dude. You need this more than me.”

“So, you knew? Why didn’t you fucking say something to me?” She hated how shaky her voice was. Pathetic. The rage that’d reared up in her slowly fizzled away and was replaced with festering shame and disgust. She moved forward and snatched the blunt from Amethyst’s outstretched fingers and took a long drag, savoring the grounding burn that tore at her throat. She hated this stuff – a hybrid of earth cannabis, altered with Blue Diamond’s essence to heavily impact gems – but she needed something. Her eyes slid closed as she resisted the need to exhale. The desperate impulse to take in clean air was deliciously familiar.

“Damn, Pearl said she was going to text-- you didn’t hear from her at all?” Amethyst snatched the blunt back and Lapis exhaled, watching the swirls of smoke trail away. Her insides felt like ice, and she had nobody to blame but herself.

“I blocked her two years ago,” she admitted, and Amethyst choked, coughing out the hit she just took until a laugh made it through the gagging.

“Bro! I’m sorry, that’s so funny!” Lapis smiled in spite of herself; she couldn’t be mad at Amethyst for her own inability to tolerate Pearl’s newsletter texts. Amethyst said, chuckling, “I wish I could block Pearl sometimes.”

She slipped the blunt from Amethyst and put it to her lips, standing up and pacing while vacuuming down the burning smoke, grateful for something physically distracting. She hated how sick she felt. The weed was kind of helping, but not enough. She kept smoking, hoping she’d level out eventually. Numb was ideal right now.

“I don’t think she’s going to, like, do anything stupid, you know?” Amethyst’s voice was suddenly tense -- serious. “I thought I had the past all sorted, and I know healing isn’t linear, or, whatever, but I can’t stop feeling like things are just as bad as they used to be. Y’know. Back then.”

Lapis passed back the blunt in stiff fingers, blowing out her own cloud of smoke and feeling her scalp begin to tingle, spreading a buzzing warmth down every nerve until her toes tingled. She slowly pieced together, “I think… I need Peridot.”

Amethyst mumbled, “You and me both,” and took a quick puff off the blunt, blowing the smoke out quickly and pulling out her phone, typing one-handed.

The smoke curling from the ashen tip was making Lapis’ eyes burn. I miss Peridot. She plucked the blunt back from Amethyst, nearly finishing it off in one long pull that burned her throat raw. The strain and ache and fire from holding it all in as long as she could tolerate was a beautiful distraction. She wished she had booze so she could add more types of burn to the mix. What if nothing terrible happens? What if something good happens?

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t ready for this,” Lapis said thickly, struggling to hold back tears now that she was high, inhaling deep and exhaling slowly.

“Listen… I feel you. Literally nobody in my life has come for me the way Jasper did, and I’m still fucked up about it. I don’t blame you for feeling messy right now,” Amethyst said, setting aside her phone and staring out the window.

Lapis didn’t know what to say. She was pretty sure she’d done far, far worse things to Jasper than Jasper did to Amethyst. Lapis hated that everyone saw her as a victim of Jasper’s and would likely assume that was the source of her distress. Jasper wasn’t anywhere close to the worst gem Lapis had encountered -- though she was one of the most pathetic. Aside from me.

She wiped her face, angry at herself. She felt like she was regressing into old thinking patterns, but she didn’t feel like she had the power to stop it. The warp exploded with light and Peridot tumbled towards her, panting; saying between heavy breaths, “I got here as fast as I could! Lapis, are you okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” Lapis said, irritated, suddenly wishing she was completely alone. Why?

“I can’t believe she just. Showed up here! And now Bismuth is on gemsitting duty, and soon we’ll all have to deal with her,” Peridot said, rolling her eyes.

“Must be terrible for you. I’m sure you know exactly how I feel,” Lapis said, any hint of humor behind the sarcasm gone and replaced with pure venom. She could see herself unraveling in real-time, and she was horrified that she couldn’t stop it. Amethyst looked up from her phone, her eyebrows raised, and Peridot looked suddenly terrified.

“I didn’t say that! I have no idea how you feel about this specific topic,” Peridot said, twisting her hands together. “You’ve never talked about this! And you don’t have to right now, but… Lapis, I’m afraid of losing you again.”

It’s like everything inside her was screaming for her to lash out at Peridot harder. Give her a reason to want Lapis gone before she finds her own reasons.

Peridot would never do that. She’s begging for you to stay in her life, even after everything you’ve done to her. And then Lapis broke down, her guilt overflowing; sobbing into her hands helplessly, repeating again and again, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

And they were both comforting her, reassuring her, promising that they loved her; she believed them. She was still sorry to put them in this position at all -- of having to love a monster like her. She’d just hurt them again and again until they were worn down to a shell of who they once were. Isolation was the safest place for her, really.

In the deep dark of early morning, Lapis and Peridot sat together under the stars, listening to the soundtrack of some anime that Peridot kept begging Lapis to watch. They hadn’t spoken for some time, and Peridot was fiddling with an old Gameboy when Lapis finally spoke, her voice tight. “That was embarrassing. I haven’t lost control like that in… years. I’m sorry I scared you.”

Peridot put down the Gameboy immediately and said, “No, no, I’m sorry that I made it about me when it wasn’t. I just don’t know what’s okay to say about any of this, and that’s hard, because now we can’t just avoid the subject. The subject is too big and loud to avoid.”

“I feel insane that I can be in the same room as Blue Diamond and feel… nothing. Not bad, not mad, not sad -- not happy, either. But Jasper showing up throws me into a spiral worse than any I’ve had since... maybe the one where I took the barn? I can see why that messes you up,” Lapis said with a frown, misery churning in her belly like nausea.

Peridot shrugged and wove it off. “Can I ask questions? You can pass on any that are too hard.” She was nervous again – twisting the corner of the oversized T–shirt she was wearing today into a wrinkled mess. That made Lapis feel even shittier. Peridot, of all gems, was at least owed the ability to ask her any question she ever wanted.

“Shoot.”

“You’ve told me so much about the mirror, about your feelings for the Crystal Gems initially, especially Pearl. But almost nothing about this. Was this fusion really worse than the mirror?”

“Yes... and no,” Lapis said, staring at the shimmering stars, nearly blotted out by Earth’s light pollution. She’d thought about it a lot and was ready for that one. “The mirror is something that was done to me. Something I had no control over, just another casualty of insane Diamond drama. Another victim of the war. It was the worst – I was conscious the whole time, I – nothing compares to the mirror. But Malachite… was entirely in my control.”

“But you were just trying to stop Jasper from hurting the Crystal Gems. That’s what Steven told me, when you were still… with her,” Peridot said, seeming to doubt herself more with every word. Lapis’ heart raced; she felt sick.

“When he was still a kid? Garnet just beat her within an inch of poofing, and she begged me to fuse to save herself. She couldn’t have made me fuse against my will, which is why she used the Crystal Gems to try to persuade me. Take them down together, get revenge on the evils done to us both by them,” Lapis said, feeling it all pour out of her like Spinel’s injector poisoning the Earth. Talking about it felt good, but she knew the truth was terrible.

“I hated all of them, all of you -- everyone except Steven. And I couldn’t hurt the Crystal Gems if I didn’t want to hurt Steven, but I could take it all out on Jasper, easy. And she was stupid enough to bring up the mirror, and stupid enough to try to stop me from leaving. I wondered if she knew what being trapped so helplessly felt like.” Lapis paused, hating herself. “I could have poofed her, shattered her, punched her across the planet, flung her into space, any number of things -- but then what? Live with the gems who kept me in that mirror?”

She put her face in her hands, exhausted; afraid to see the horror in Peridot’s eyes whenever it clicked that she was an irredeemable monster. She felt like a shriveled-up husk and wondered, with a sense of irony, if throwing herself in the salty ocean would give back the energy that crying took out of her.

“And so, you feel… bad? That you did that?” Peridot sounded genuinely confused. Lapis nearly laughed but was too tired. At least she developed beyond her old habit of rattling off replies and advice fueled by assumptions. She looked her in the eyes, imploring; determined to make her understand. Still afraid to see her understand, but she needed to. Lapis needed her to.

“Peridot, if it had been you stopping me from leaving and begging me to fuse, it – yeah, I know you wouldn’t, shut up for a second and put yourself in these shoes – it would have been you, suddenly aware you can’t escape within seconds of us fusing and dragged to the deepest darkest trench of the Atlantic Ocean. I would have had access to your worst fears and memories while being too strong for you to shut me out, and I would have enjoyed using that to torture you.” There’s that flicker of fear in her eyes. Finally.

Lapis pressed on, steamrolling over the spark of panic that made her chest clench. “Every bit of suffering I put her through, I could feel as if I was doing to myself. I still get her war and Homeworld torture flashbacks as if they’re my own. It was only Jasper because she put herself in my way, and even at her strongest, she only had a fraction of my power! When we fought Alexandrite, it was because I wanted it! I wanted it so badly, and I knew Steven wasn’t there that time, and she called me on that weakness. She could never take control from me -- our fusion stabilized because we felt the same way in that moment. Bored, exhausted, and ready to shatter the Crystal Gems… whole, for the first time. Joined together without resistance or doubt, finally. And then we weren’t.”

Peridot’s shock slipped away, and she said, in all sincerity, “I’m glad I got the option to bond with you over Camp Pining Hearts instead of that option. Fusion sounds tedious.”

And Lapis laughed, feeling the hard stone shell that had formed around her heart that day burst, and she was flooded with affection for Peridot. She should have trusted the gem who called Yellow Diamond a clod to her face before Era Three to be relentlessly fearless.

Maybe her fearlessness stemmed from her youth and lack of exposure to true horrors. It was refreshing, regardless. Contagious, even. Smiling, Lapis said, “Me too, Pear. How would I understand the complexities of CPH without you?”

“Ugh, you wouldn’t! My expert analysis is fundamental to the experience,” Peridot said with an air of mock importance. Her voice slid back to her normal cadence as she said, “Thank you, also... for telling me about this. I’ve been misunderstanding your perspective for years. Understanding you is important to me.”

“Even if my perspective is really, really dark?” Who does she think I am, really?

“You’ve always been a little dark, I guess? The Lapis who did those things is the same Lapis that took the time to get to know me, even though she really didn’t want to. And sure, you took the barn and broke my heart, but you’re so important to me and I’d rather you remember that and always come back than leave forever out of fear or guilt.” Peridot had a warm little grin that made Lapis want to cry again. She didn’t deserve these gems. She crawled forward and kissed her gem, and then her mouth, and then her cheek.

“As long as you’re here, I won’t leave again,” Lapis promised, giving Peridot one more kiss on the gem. And she meant it, though her trust in herself was relatively low.

[lukaa-aa]

hii !! umm iiii would like to request glamrock freddy x clumsy reader plspls !! :0

hello! this is actually a snippet from my book that's on ao3, if you like it pls check it out!

pairing: glamrock freddy x gn!clumsy!reader

cw: y/n being SUS, vanessa 😨, blood ig

context: y/n was hired as a night caretaker, and is going down to parts and service with Freddy :p

We walked around the barriers to Freddy’s room and walked across the hallway to two large doors. We walked down about 8 flights of stairs, me nearly falling on every single one because it was dark. Freddy was at least a flight ahead of me each time. He had waited for me at the bottom of the last flight as I was coming down. The illumination from his eyes was enough for me to see the bottom few steps, but Lord knows how I still missed the second to last one. I tripped and fully expected to hit the floor with my body. My knees caught most of the fall, but the side of my face caught Freddy’s leg, banging the plastic right on my nose. I quickly realized the position I was in and leaned back, looking up at Freddy. He bent down and his arms came under my shoulders to pick me up.

“Are you alright? That was a hard fall,” He gave me a concerned look.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” I winced as I felt the sting in my knees. I felt a warm liquid stream onto my lip. “Damnnit,” I wiped my face to see blood on my hand.

“Here, I will carry you to a first aid station,” He picked me up bridal style and walked quickly down to a first aid station that was tucked away. He opened the curtain and set me down on a bench. I felt some blood drip down my leg and I sighed. Some skin probably got busted open from how hard I fell. This meant that I was probably going to have to change my pants. Freddy was gathering some supplies from the little station, including gauze, antibacterial ointment, etc. At this point, I was trying to catch the blood leaking from my nose, failing for the most part. Freddy came back and set the materials down, handing me a piece of cloth.

“Here, face your head down and put this in your nose, it should help stop the bleeding,” I did as he said, facing my head downwards and stuffing the cloth onto my nose. I took my name pin off with one hand and set it next to me, knowing that I would have to change my shirt. “Do you mind taking your pants off? It would help me get access to your knees.”

“Oh, uh yeah,” I stood up as Freddy politely turned around. A small smile made its way to my face as I pulled down my pants with my free hand. Once I slipped them off my ankles, I sat back on the bench. “Okay, you can turn back around.”

He immediately turned around and got to work on my knees. I smiled a bit. “Y’know, I’m supposed to be your caretaker, but here you are taking care of me,” If I was being totally honest, it was kind of making me feel some type of way. Like warmth going straight down to my- Y/N! What the hell? He’s a robot! What are you talking about?!

“It’s my job to make sure that everyone who enters the building is in good health, I can’t leave you walking around like this,” He grabbed the small tube of ointment. “This might sting a bit.”

I nodded and winced a bit as he applied it. Once he was done, he wrapped them up with a bandage. “Can I see your nose?” I took the cloth off of it as he investigated it a bit. “It isn’t broken, but the bleeding seems to have weaned off. It will leave a large bruise for a while, but some ice might help relieve the pain.” He took a Freddy Fazbear themed band-aid and gently placed it on my nose.

I smiled brightly and giggled. “Do you mind if I change? I got blood on my shirt and I don’t wanna walk around with blood all over me,” I said after a moment.

“Oh, yes, yes, of course.” He said as he turned around once again.

I stood up and unzipped my backpack, taking out the clothes. I took off my shirt and put it in the bag, as well as my pants. I pulled the new pants on and went to put my shirt on until I heard a gate open on the other side of the room. I quickly pulled my shirt down and looked over at the blonde woman shining us with a flashlight.

“What… the hell is this?” She spoke warily.

“Officer Vannessa! I was assisting Mx. Y/N with an injury-”

“Who are you?” She shined at me with her flashlight.

I held up my nametag. “I’m Y/N, Freddy’s new night caretaker.”

“Are you sleeping with the animatronics or just getting extremely injured on your first day of the job?” She looked down, referring to my busted knees.

“No, no, no! That’s not what’s happening, I promise. I fell down the stairs earlier that's all,” I informed her.

“Mhm… Just don’t let me catch you in another… compromising position, got it?” She warned before turning back to the gate she came from and leaving.

I let out a breath as I tucked my sweater into the waistband of my pants and reattached my pin and lanyard.

Freddy turned back around when he heard me zip up my bag and put it on. He reached his arm out to me. I took it questioningly, cocking my head and giving him a confused smile.

“Just in case, we don’t want you falling and getting hurt again.”

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The Librarian

for Angstpril, Day 26: Storm

cw: violence, broken bones, burns, mention of kids getting hurt

Wildefire Masterlist

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It's raining. Sebastian Sanberg had known it would rain, but he'd decided to walk anyway, just a few blocks to turn in tax forms to a very disreputable accountant and then a stop to pick up a black coffee en route back to his place.

The barista jokes that his name is a mouthful. Sebastian agrees. As a child, his friends had called him Bas. When he was even younger, his mother had called him Sebby. Nowadays, no one calls him either. Nowadays, he's mostly known as Big Brother, and he uses his coveted ability to watch to make a lot of money.

Not that he can do much with his income; Sebastian lives a fairly frugal life. Modest apartment in the nice part of town, department-store clothes, the same grocery shopping every office drone or Corp crony does. All in the name of hiding from the government for as long as he can. Many in the city would kill to gain access to his abilities. But just as many are willing to pay for the privilege of working with him, assuming they know where to start.

He's taken one such job this evening. Tony Dobbins, a self-proclaimed Neath Lord who holds plenty of sway in the undercity, wants Sebastian to find one of his men: Striker.

(Real name, Markus Nault. 24. Electrokinesis.)

Once he knows where to start, the locating process always goes smooth; Sebastian focuses on the given name, letting his consciousness rise and float through the city like a ghost, making a beeline for the homing beacon a name can provide.

When he hones in on Striker, Sebastian feels a slight twinge of surprise.

Maggie Greene doesn't seem exceptional at first glance. Twenty six. Librarian. No powers to speak of, and certainly not the type of person one would expect to be holding someone captive in her grandparents' garage. 

When he finds Maggie, sees her in his mind's eye, he can't initially decipher why it is she's kidnapped one of Dobbins' bodyguards. She's making a cup of coffee, dressed like one would expect a librarian to dress while relaxing at home; paisley-print house jacket over a pastel tank top, fuzzy socks striped pink and orange and white, her curly red hair pulled into a loose bun.

Not exactly the poster child for a violent crime. Even when she discards the jacket and dons a pair of gloves and rainboots, she only looks like she's about to go out and tend to her garden.

Sebastian has to focus harder, rewind Maggie's life in his mind to a few weeks ago to begin to understand.

Unsurprisingly, when he does so, he's in a library. It's story hour, and Maggie is reading to a gaggle of children, some paying attention, some not so much. He hears a distant crash, and lets his consciousness wander outside, to where a fight has broken out. A Hero team and a Neath gang, going toe-to-toe in the parking lot of a public library. He's never liked the Heroes. Always either careless or uncaring. But in this situation, Neath is no better.

The brawl somehow leaks out of the parking lot and into the library; blows and books and bursts of electric current flying wildly as one member from each side of the conflict does their absolute best to kill the other. Neither Hero nor Redlined cares about the presence of the children, and in all the chaos, Maggie is unable to get the whole group to safety.

By the time the world calms, and the respective sides have called for either backup or retreat, the library is in utter disarray. Children are crying. Sirens scream in the distance.

In the settling dust, one man struggles to his feet. The Redlined. Striker. Sebastian watches him run for the door. And so does Maggie Greene.

Seven children are hospitalized afterwards, fourteen more treated for minor injuries. One Hero in critical condition, one library destroyed, and one librarian left shaken and enraged by the carelessness she'd witnessed. She's as angry at Corporate as she is at Neath, but all she can do for that is submit a complaint. Pointless. So instead, she swears her vengeance on the Redlined.

Sebastian watches her cover her cuts and scrapes in rainbow-colored bandaids, and he watches her visit the seven children in the hospital, and he understands.

Maggie grabs Grandpa's wooden baseball bat—for scaring off trespassers, it's been decades since he's played—and marches into the garage.

Striker has regained consciousness by the time she enters, but completely lacks awareness; she'd wrapped an ace bandage around and around his eyes after securing him to a chair with several layers of duct tape and a few dozen feet of rubber hose. He's gagged, too. Gauze and sports tape. Maggie's grandmother is a school nurse.

Both grandparents are hard of hearing and sound asleep. It's likely Striker's screams tonight will go unheard by anyone but the librarian.

The man in the chair makes small muffled noises when he hears the garage door open. Electricity arcs from his skin, but it's weak. Maggie's roommate from college works as an EMT now, and dampening a panicked Hero's powers is a job necessity. It didn't take much to convince them to 'misplace' a few doses.

Maggie doesn't immediately go to town on Striker with the baseball bat, and Sebastian can't help but admire her restraint. Instead, she hefts it over her shoulder and waits for him to stop making noise.

"Three weeks ago," she says when he does. "North Park Public Library."

Striker makes a confused sound, followed by a few muffled shouts. Maggie patiently waits for him to finish before continuing.

"A fight between Empowered resulted in thirty thousand dollars in property damage," she says. "The government says they'll cover five of that. Corporate gave another ten as a publicity stunt. Fifteen thousand left for the library to raise on their own, but that's not the worst part." She jabs him in the chest with the baseball bat. Not too hard, but he still flinches at the contact.

"Did you even notice the kids?" Maggie says. "In the library that day. The kids who were minding their own fucking business?" She jabs him again. "That was a question. Shake your head or something."

After a small pause, a whimper smothered by the gauze, Striker gives a small shake of his head, a no, and Maggie lets out a short laugh.

"Somehow that's even worse." She lets the bat go slack, and it bounces off Striker's thigh and hits the concrete floor with a clatter.

"Some of those kids got hurt, you know." Her voice is stern, like a teacher catching a student passing notes. "Well, all of them got hurt, but some got hurt bad."

Maggie crouches, and when her fingers close around the bat, Sebastian notes that her gloves are a thick, black rubber. A counter for Striker's powers.

"A little girl broke her leg when a bookshelf fell on her," she says, straightening.

Sebastian knows. Samira Hassan. Five years old. Maggie brought her a stuffed pterodactyl in the hospital.

"I just thought that maybe people like you would care more if you knew how it felt."

Maggie grips the bat in both hands, and Sebastian anticipates the crack of wood on bone before it even connects with Striker's shin. The man's muted shout of pain morphs into a scream as Maggie hits his leg again and again and again.

"Another kid wound up with a fractured hand and elbow," she shouts above his cries. 

(Devyn MacDonnel. Eight. Red-eyed tree frog.)

One of Striker's hands has been balled into a fist and bound with tape. The other one is bare. She's planned for every moment of this evening.

Striker lets out another scream as she smashes his fingers with the bat, then his whole hand when he reflexively clenches it into a fist, then turning the weapon on his elbow.

The man's shrieks almost sound like a series of frantic 'I'm sorrys', but with the gauze filling his mouth, it's hard to tell. Breathing is starting to become difficult for him.

Once she's satisfied with the damage done to his arm, Maggie tosses the bat aside, and moves to the workbench on the other side of the room. Neatly laid atop it is a bike chain, a small blowtorch, and a pair of heavy leather gloves. Maggie dons the lattermost item, slipping them over the rubber ones she's already wearing, then picks up the other two.

Striker flinches when the blowtorch jumps to life, a sound like distant running water.

(Markus knows the sound. His uncle was a welder.)

Maggie doesn't hold the flame to his skin though, instead running it over one end of the bicycle chain.

"And another kid, a fucking four year old, suffered electrical burns from one of your stray currents." 

(Regan Fairfax. Tiger.)

She stares at the metal as it begins the shift from dull gray to orange. "Of course, you're immune to electrocution, so I can't exactly return the favor." One end of the chain is glowing now, nearing white-hot. She lets that end drop, holding it carefully away from her body.

"But I can give you the next best thing."

The screams dragged out of Striker by the bicycle chain make Sebastian wince in sympathy. Well. Almost sympathy.

•×•×•

Maggie's blows aren't all that powerful, but it doesn't matter. The heat does most of the work, and by the time the metal cools, there are bright red welts covering Striker's chest and thighs like a grotesque pattern.

The man hunches over when she finally drops it, sobbing and uttering what are probably pleas for mercy through the gag.

Maggie hasn't even begun to describe the fourth child's injuries when Sebastian decides to excuse himself.

It isn't his first time sitting in on a session like this, not by a mile, but he's always been a little more squeamish than he'd care to admit.

Anyways, he's done his job. He found Striker. It's his job to watch, not interfere, and if he wants to be paid, it's time to pass on the information to Dobbins. 

But the thought of sending a Neath gang after the likes of Maggie Greene makes him hesitate. She may not be in the right, but he can't deny her anger itself is righteous. And while he can request Dobbins play nice, he can never be certain that the other man will keep his word.

Sebastian sighs, eyes sweeping the room for his coat. He supposes it's time to make a house call.

It isn't interfering, he tells himself, not really. It's… mediating.

And besides, if it comes down to a fight between Dobbins and Maggie, he's no longer certain who will emerge victorious.

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Perverted

Media: Scream (specifically the original from 1996)

Pairings: Billy x Su (kinda one-sided)

CW: Obvious mentions of murder/stabbing/violence (but of course); blood and knife kink if you squint (like, it’s kinda mild); Billy’s general musings about jealousy and killing and all that... I’m bad at these warnings

Author’s notes: Ever have a crush on a friend but they’re dating someone else? This is one of those stories... but like from the point of view of a serial killer lol. Also inspired by Elita’s “Perverted” (where this title obviously came from too... please listen to that while reading this, it fits).

It never made sense why people had complicated feelings about things—about people. Wanna get with someone? Ask them out. Wanna get more physical? Make your intentions known. It was simple and straightforward. Billy never got why people had hang up’s about those things. But now he felt stupid and weirdly guilty for admitting to feeling confused and jealous. These thoughts rolled around in his head as he stared at the back of Stu’s neck during class. It was a quiet moment for everyone to read the assigned chapter to themselves, but Billy was, without realizing it, blatantly staring at the mole and fuzzy hairs just above Stu’s collar on his dumb little button-up shirt. He thought about how soft Stu’s neck would feel in his palm, in a dominant grip. He thought about how he could always hear the Offspring leaking out of Stu’s headphones when he walked around, or how he had a habit of absentmindedly licking at his sharp canines, or how he smelled faintly like bubblegum. Billy guessed the scent may have been remnants of Tatum’s body spray, if anything. That made him more mad, frustrated. And then more confused.

To say he had a hair-trigger reaction to Tatum simply hanging around would reflect something that Billy simply didn’t think was true. When Stu would pick her up, or dance around and twirl her, or pepper kisses on her like an excited puppy, it made the vein at Billy’s temple throb. He would heat up with anger, but blame the feeling on how Tatum was a distraction. It was silly. Why was Stu so hung up on a girl that they were likely going to slaughter? Originally Billy considered leaving her alone. She had nothing to do with their plans. In terms of murdering girlfriends (well, ex-girlfriends), Casey was the only one they had to worry about. At first. It was a perfect set up: Stu would get break-up revenge, and Billy wouldn’t have some girl taking up Stu’s time. Bloodlust quelled, one less person in the way of their ultimate scheme—it was coming together. But it seemed Tatum had become more serious than a fling, and she continued to hang around the whole time.

Fuck it. I’m fucking killing her.

The anger manifested first as a “bros before hoes” notion: girlfriends only got in the way of their friendship. Billy may have been dating Sidney, but he kept a regulated schedule with her. (That wasn’t hard, with her being somewhat-emotionally and very physically unavailable.) He was bugged when Stu didn’t think to do the same. Then all that transformed into “Girlfriends only get in the way of our murder spree, but we’re going to kill them anyways, so what’s the point?” But once the ball had been rolling and they had successfully started picking off poor schmucks, the girls couldn’t justifiably be deemed an inconvenience.

So what was left? He didn’t want to say it. It hurt his head.

Sidney had almost said it once, though. She got too close to the truth. Or... not the truth. She couldn’t be right.

“Get a room,” she had giggled passively at the two of them one day. Billy had become hyper-aware of his and Stu’s super-touchy nature. Other guys didn’t grab each other’s shoulders from behind, or rest their chins on their best friend’s head, or fall asleep on each other in study hall. And now Sidney was jokingly calling it out. But she might as well have said it flatly.

You have a crush on your friend.

It was the thing Billy just couldn’t admit. It would make him weak, seem pathetic. But if he was thinking about it at all, he had already lost.

There was a dark and enticing thrill in the idea of plunging a knife in someone and feeling the blood stream slow, thick, and warm. Posing over someone with control, inflicting fearful tears. It was sick, but Billy had already embraced telling himself “Yeah, I’m fucked up. So what?” He deserved that kind of disgusting therapy after what he’d been through. The idea of slitting open skin and spilling out pools of red on Sidney, Tatum, whoever (it didn’t matter) was chuckle-worthy. It was sinister and made a delicious grin creep across Billy’s face at the thought. But the hazy mental image of plunging a knife into Stu? Forcing himself in, holding onto him as he became weak, grasping and clawing as the blood drained? That was different. It was an act between just them. For them. An deadly but intimate embrace.

Billy wouldn’t slash Stu in such a way that it would kill him—he could never. He would revel in everything but. And if Stu wanted to turn the blade on him? Plunge inside? Maybe trace a sharp line along Billy’s neck? A fucked up little ritual just between them that no one else could understand.

“I want you to destroy me. I want you to tear me apart. And let me hold your face and fucking rip you up.”

Frustration clouded Billy’s mind—and heated in his pants—making him both angry and wanting. Of fucking course he would get himself worked up right as the bell was about to ring. He could see the hands of the wall clock hover over the last minute of class.

Stu turned back to face him, expression chipper and oblivious as usual. “Fucking finally,” he mouthed to Billy.

“Yeah... Finally...”

[oxygenbefore1775]

cw: torture

Aight, incoherent musings incoming

but first - some historical info-dumping for context

The first thing to know about the Inquisition in Venice is that it wasn't strictly for religious persecution. It was first founded after Venice suffered an embarrassing defeat against the Ottoman Empire due to some intel leaks and was meant to prevent further leaks from occurring. This meant total surveillance and terrorizing the nation, of course. At the head of the Inquisition there were three inquisitors - the red inquisitor who was the top among them, and two black inquisitor. These three inquisitors are the most powerful people in the Republic apart from the Doge and their identities are hidden from the public. To gather intel and persecute sus people, they had a large network of spies across the Europe planted in each economical class to relay all the information to them. Now, the Inquisition dealt with a variety of cases starting from breach of sanitary rules (yes, they had those) to loan-sharking. For all those cases, there had to be at least two verified delations for the accusation to proceed forward. But there was one offence that didn't require an extensive process of verification - and it was treason. Once you get suspected of treason, you're pretty much done. They take you away in the night to the cells where one of the Inquisitors interrogates you alone ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). You can't have an advocate nor defend yourself so most of the time your conviction is pretty much guaranteed. Their preferred method of execution was drowning in the Orfano channel btw.

aight, now to the babblings

in this, Reiner is the black inquisitor (aka neri) and Jean is one of the agents (aka spirri or ghost). Considering that the Republic was spending 200k ducats on the Inquisition in a year (1 ducat is worth about 100-200 dollars if counted in golds weight), Jean is in it for money and doesn't really care about the political propaganda behind it. And Reiner - he is on his usual being-hero delulu behaviour that's why he's doing it. Reiner and Jean are in the same social circle of nobility but because the inquisitor's identity are kept secret Jean doesn't know who Reiner is but Reiner does. (and also they're gay for each other) (like maybe Reiner has thrown some perfume-filled eggshells at Jean during the Carnival - this sort of gay)

Now, in the 16th century Venice was in a political and economical crisis considering all of the famines followed by plague outbreaks so most of the population was quite unhappy with the Republic. This, paired with the fact that Spain was on the rise due to export from the colonies and that Venice's only advantage over this was its glass production, the Inquisition was quite tense around the safe-keeping of the government secrets. Thus, the number of persecutions, especially on the charge of crimes against the Republic, sky-rocketed.

Due to this, Jean is more and more often tasked with surveilling less and less suspicious-looking people. Then something akin to Marco-gate happens where Jean witnesses (or mayhaps even helps in) an execution of an innocent person and realizes that the system is quite cruel. Previously indifferent towards his position apart form the monetary benefits, Jean has started to understand his role in the Inquisition and maybe lament it in his social circles.

That's when Reiner catches the wind of this. Now, talks such as this would certainly land Jean in the trouble in the current crisis situation so he does. On Reiner's orders Reiner gets arrested. I'd like to make the reason for this decision ambiguous - either Reiner is completely delulu and arrests Jean cuz he now sees him as a potential traitor holding sensitive intel or that he arrests him first so that the two other inquisitors wouldn't be handling his case (and chances are that they wouldn't be merciful since Jean worked for the Inquisition).

An ex-spy is a dead spy so Jean's fate is pretty much sealed - he is going to die. But the inquisitors, as powerful as they are, can't sentence one to death - they can either imprison or banish someone (the former thing Reiner has already done) - only the Council of Ten (don't ask me about the administration stuff but it's yet another part of the Inquisition) can do that but it will take a couple of days for them to review the case. In those couple of days that Jean is left to live, the only thing left is to pull out the names of the other people that he may have relayed sensitive intel to - so he has to be tortured for this.

Now, the thing with the torture in the Inquisition. Technically, it's not allowed. All the statements given under torture are not valid and cannot be accepted as evidence. So what the inquisitors would do is to torture the accused first and take the statements on the next day. During the torture, usually only the inquisitor and the accused are present in the cell.

Thus, Reiner and Jean are to spend all of their day alone. I don't think Reiner has it in him to actually torture Jean so I suppose we all know what the major part of torture would entail ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Oh and all the while they discuss freedom vs security dilemma where Jean manages to kind of shift Reiner's mindset of being ok with butchering ambigiously guilty people for the arguable sake of keeping the government intact

Mayhaps, in the end Jean is still sentenced to death but his execution is not public since it would be a bad look for the Republic so it is decided to descretely kill him by drowning him in the channel. The execution is quickly cut short when the executioner turns out to be Reiner who decides to desert his position as an inquisitor and flee the Republich. They sail into the sunset on a gondola or something.

That's all - that's all my noggin has to offer

having severe reijean against the backdrop of 16th century venetian inquisition thoughts

[bluexiao]

cw leaks

People, Al Haitham will just look like Su from Honkai but don’t use Su’s image because he’s definitely not Al Haitham

[seventeendeer]

You seen the Aquamarine? Just cause her combo of being absolutely adorable and childish but also a demon spawn from hell reminds me heaps of your Chara interpretation (in a good way) :>

NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT .....

I love Aquamarine, what a terrible little nightmare spawn

I feel like it’s something Frisk and Asriel would tease Chara about after watching the episode, and Chara would h a t e it and extend that hatred to this poor defenseless cartoon character

the others will be wondering how in the world she could possibly be redeemed, while Chara’s just, wishing her a gruesome death

they will not be compared to someone so screechy, thank you very much

Chara will only accept comparisons to the most menacing of villains

[koshercosplay]

this past week has been so wild in the supernatural fandom, here are my wildest predictions for the next week:

- Jared finally breaks and tells us what he really thinks about the finale. On a completely unrelated note, Walker gets canceled.

- some journalist reveals that Misha is secretly suing the CW for the rights to the show

- Dabb tweets something negative about the backlash and ends up deleting his twitter

- the Japanese dub for The Confession Scene has Dean asking Cas for a kiss goodbye

- Bobo Berens "accidentally" tweets the full shooting script of the confession scene

- Kripke is revealed as the person who included the reciprocation in the spanish dubbing script

- a crew member posts a selfie with Misha from the last day of shooting, confirming he was there

- somebody leaks the video Jensen took on set onto tumblr but it only gets 5 notes