#they would lose so much of what is fun about this to them

[indagonightmare]

Not to be that guy but buying pre-made cool pants is just giving your money to evil corporations anyways, its not that hard to make your own cool pants. The pants in wearing right now were $5 at the thrift store, they were a little too tight so I cut up the legs and put eyelets in ($30 for my fancy eyelet hole puncher which you don't NEED, you can also use a hammer, $6 for eyelets, $3 for string to go through the eyelets, $2 for paint) and now they look cool, fit properly and are a little more adjustable for if i gain/lose weight. Most of the pants at Hot Topic for example run about $50, i spent about $46 but the eyelets puncher is something i use all the time for different projects so it was a good investment for me, paint stretches SO far, the eyelets (depending on what size you buy) can be bought in 100 count which again stretches pretty far and since my pants are more adjustable now I'll be able to wear them even longer than if I bought a new pair of pants in my exact current size. I know making things isn't always the most accessible for everyone but if you're already looking to spend $50 on a new pair of pants why not try and make your own that you know will fit you properly. In an ideal world everyone would have the same equal option to buy pre-made things in any size but do you really want to give your money some corporation contributing to the fast fashion industry which relies on borderline slavery to operate and horrible for the environment anyways? Plus learning to make yiur own stuff is just fun, when you get compliments on something you're wearing that you made yourself it's so much more satisfying, and if you tell other people "thanks, i made them myself!" 10/10 times they think its incredibly cool and think you're even cooler. Once you get into it you'll see most clothes that look cool aren't that complicated and im sure there are tutorials online for a lot of stuff too (My pants for example, i know they're uneven, thats because i made them for me and i personally dont care but if you do care about that kind of thing its not hard to just take a bit of chalk and make marks on your pants or whatever youre making so it's measured out and even)

ya im complainiong about them i want the COOL PANTS not the MOM OF THE COOL PANTS

[moonlight-alexia]

Starfish and Caitlin comforting Katie after the lose to Slovenia on Facetime.

not really posting/writing atm but i couldn't not do this one <3 so pls enjoy i really hope you do

any and all feedback, comments, reblogs etc are very appreciated and welcome <3

gentle connection ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

‘Mammy!’ You exclaimed when you saw your mammy’s face through the screen of your mummy’s phone. You were on camp with your mummy and you tried to talk to your mammy whenever you got the chance. But mostly you were out like a light from running around with Harper and the other Australia girls all day.

‘Starfish, inside voice remember,’ Your mummy reminded you, you hadn’t had a big day like the last few so you were excited that you were able to talk to your mammy. 

Caitlin had called Katie a bit earlier while Alanna and Kyra were distracting you so your mummy could comfort your mammy a little. They were both lucky, you understood emotions and what other people needed often but sometimes they still need those moments just the two of them. 

‘Hi mammy,’ You whispered, giving a little wave to Katie who was on the other side of the phone. 

‘Hi my little Starfish,’ Katie smiled softly, giving you a little wave back. Seeing you, even if it was through a screen, made Katie’s day a lot better. Your mammy, not that she would really admit it, had been missing you a bit more this camp. A lot for her to adjust to and if it wasn’t for Australia’s kit debut, you would’ve been there with her instead. Something that Caitlin now felt a little guilty about now after seeing how deflated Katie was.

You sat in your mummy’s lap, her arms wrapped around your waist while you happily talked your mammy’s ear off. It wasn’t often Katie was this quiet, but she was more than happy to listen to everything you’d been up to right now. The first time you’d been away from your mammy where you’d barely been able to talk to her, and listening to you talk, the familiarity helped your mammy. 

‘I’m having lots of fun mammy, but I miss you and counting down the days til ‘m home with you,’ Your voice trailed off, you were observant, your mums knew that but they often forgot just how observant and in tune with others you were, that it might become a problem for you later on. 

But now, you gave your mammy a small smile while she told you how much she misses you and can’t wait til you’re all home again, ‘Mummy,’ Your voice cut through the little silence that had floated between the three of you, you turned your head looking at Caitlin. Your mummy hummed a little in acknowledgment, ‘Can I talk to mammy, just me and mammy please,’

Caitlin smiled and placed you down in the middle of the bed, making sure you were all comfy against the pillows. There used to be times Caitlin would feel a tinge of insecurity if you’d want to just talk to your mammy. Perfectly normal, not feeling like she was integrating well into yours and Katie’s dynamic, but she was long over that and enjoyed seeing that bond you had with your mammy, ‘I’ll be right across with Kenzie if you need me,’ 

Your mummy placed a kiss against your forehead before leaving you and your mammy alone. You yawned a little, Katie almost jumping in to suggest you having a little sleep while she stayed on the phone with you, but your voice stopped her before she could say anything, ‘Mummy said you might be a bit sad, you’re more quiet,’ 

Katie gave you a small smile, they tried to be as open with their feelings with you in hopes that when you’d feel safe enough to talk to them about your feelings, ‘It’s been a hard day Starfish. A big loss but seeing you now makes it all better,’ 

Your little eyebrows furrowed while you were thinking, ‘Y’know mammy, mummy lost big too. Yous are the same!’ Katie smiled, a little laugh at the way your eyes lit up when you’d made the connection. Your mummy’s games hadn’t been going all that well either.

‘I guess we are, aren’t we,’ You were happy that you could get a little laugh from your mammy, your efforts to comfort her you believed to have succeeded. You tried to not think too much so you wouldn’t accidentally frown and worry your mammy, but you were starting to realise how hard it was when you were away from either of your mums when they were upset. Wishing they could be happy all the time and never sad.

‘Gonna give you a hug mammy,’ You held the phone against your chest. Katie smiled and, even though you couldn’t see, she held her phone against her chest. To anyone else it might seem strange but to Katie it was really comforting, even though the slight ache in her chest wishing that it was real.

‘I love you Starfish, you give the best hugs,’ Soon enough you’d be home and able to give your mammy a real hug.

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₊˚. 🂼 Losing Game.

Short Summary: being drunk sometimes means making reckless decisions, though agreeing on a bet with Tom Riddle might just top the list.

Warnings: 18+ only! rough oral m!receiving, slight dub con ig, Tom Riddle is a little bitch, no aftercare

A/N: first fic in ten days! finished my thesis and handed it in. SHDFJSKKF

also, this fic is based on this request! tysm for requesting! <3

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As soon as you saw the exam papers, you knew. 

You’d lose the bet.

A bet that was your idea in the first place.

—

Tom and you have been fierce rivals ever since you started Hogwarts. Always trying to outdo one another, striving for perfection on every single exam and paper you had to hand in.

It’s the day before your Potions exam. You shouldn’t be doing this—getting ready for the party in Slytherin’s common room when you know a late-night study session would be the only way to save you from embarrassment the next day.

Yet, you couldn’t miss out on a fun night with your friends, the ones that keep telling you to stop worrying about your grades so much, to finally take a day off studying.

If they only knew.

After you finish, you take a look in the mirror—neat makeup, hair perfectly styled, tall black heels, burgundy dress, short, maybe too short—you don’t care. Tonight is about having fun and hopefully forgetting about your studies for a few hours.

Flickering green lights and the heavy beat of the music wrap around you as you enter the room, immediately engulfing you in the party’s atmosphere, the smell of alcohol and spilled drinks heavy in the air. Your eyes dart around the place in an attempt to find your friends, but before you get the chance to do so, you spot another familiar face. Familiar in an unpleasant way.

He’s casually leaning against the wall, one hand tucked in his pocket while the other lifts his drink—firewhisky, you assume—to his lips. And he sees you too—a smug grin playing on his lips as his eyes shamelessly drop lower, wandering over your exposed skin before he returns them to your now flushed face.

Tom Riddle—head boy, former prefect, know-it-all. House rivals. He’s always tried to get under your skin with anything he could think of. If he outscored you by more than five points, you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Merlin, how you despised him.

You silently curse him under your breath, shaking your head as you continue making your way through the crowd. Your skin tingles with the memory of his lingering gaze, already regretting your choice to put on your shortest dress.

As the night goes on, you almost forget about him, your friends keeping you busy with conversations and games. It’s not until after midnight that you see him again—coincidentally just after your friends left your side to get new drinks.

You don’t even realise it’s him until he’s standing in front of you, until you feel his eyes on your skin yet again. You look up at him, meeting his amused expression.

“Shouldn’t you be studying?” He asks, lifting an eyebrow as he gently sways his drink in his hand.

“Unlike you, I have a life, Riddle. I don’t bury myself in books all day.”

“Judging by your grades, that’s what you should be doing. Instead of…” he pauses, eyes roaming over your cleavage to your thighs and back up. “Going to a party in that dress.”

A scoff leaves your lips. That idiot.

“Yeah? Seems like you can’t get enough of it, hm?”

His eyes darken at your words, and merely the fact that he doesn’t have a smug comeback ready tells you you’ve hit a nerve. You are right. He was checking you out.

A satisfied grin forms on your lips as he turns around to leave without saying another word. However, overconfident with the buzz of alcohol rushing through your veins, an idea comes to your mind.

“Riddle,” you call out, voice barely audible above the loud music, and he stops in his tracks. “I bet I will outscore you tomorrow.”

The usual arrogant smirk returns, decorating his face as he retraces his steps, stopping right in front of where you are sitting on the couch, hands tucked in the pockets of his trousers.

“The alcohol is clearly getting to your head if you think you could beat me in any Potions exam.”

You scoff, but deep down you know he isn’t wrong. Potions isn’t your best subject by any means, while Tom seemingly had every potion perfected before you even discussed it in class. Maybe that was exactly what excited you in that moment.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Riddle. Even your ego can take a loss, I am sure of it.”

He nods then. “Fine. Although I expect an adequate prize. What that will be, I choose.”

“That won’t be necessary.” You shoot him a smile, and you don’t catch the last part of what he’s said until it’s too late.

“Good luck. You’ll need it.” He adds, before disappearing into the crowd, and you don’t see him again that night.

What that will be, I choose. His words keep repeating in your head when you are finally in bed, trying your hardest to fall asleep. Slowly sobering up, you can’t believe what you have done. You would never be able to even come close to him tomorrow—not with last bits of alcohol in your system, not with two hours of sleep, surely not with how much you have studied.

Fuck.

And of course, the inevitable happens. The exam is way too difficult, your mind still clouded, ears ringing as a result of your loud surroundings last night. You can’t concentrate no matter how hard you try, and finally decide to hand in early, before anyone else. 

You take one last look around the classroom before you leave, and immediately, your eyes lock with his. 

Tom has been watching your struggle with pleasure, knowing exactly what it meant—what he’d choose as his prize. From the second you initiated the bet, it’s been as clear as daylight what he’d want. .

A week later, and as expected, he has outscored you. In fact, he received the best grade possible on his exam. And you—you failed. Failed. You had never failed an exam before.

So, you have been waiting. Waiting for him to come to you and tell you what he’d want. But the moment hasn’t come—not even days later. 

The following weekend you find yourself at another party. You have expected him to talk to you there, preparing yourself with all sorts of drinks. Whatever he wants from you—and you fully expect it to be something humiliating—will be easier to endure with the courage you gain when you are slightly tipsy.

He’s there, you have seen him, but it doesn’t happen. He gives you that same arrogant smirk each time you see him, yet he never seeks a conversation. He might have forgotten. You hope he has forgotten.

The next day, after your final lesson of the day, you pack your belongings and leave the classroom. The corridors are empty at this hour as you make your way to the Gryffindor dormitories. You sigh as you turn the corner leading you out of the dungeons, ready to head to bed early after an exhausting day.

However, that plan shatters as a pair of strong arms shove you into an empty classroom, hand clamping over your mouth, muffling your attempts to scream.

The familiar scent of potion ingredients and old wood floods your senses as the door shuts behind you, quickly locked with a spell. And then, you finally see who has dragged you in here.

“Riddle, what the hell?” You whisper-yell, looking around you, scared someone has seen or heard you.

“If I remember correctly, you owe me.” He retorts smugly, not yet facing you, instead casting a silencing spell on the room. “And I am here to collect my prize.”

You cross your arms over your chest, leaning against a bookshelf behind you. “What do you want?

Tom turns around then, looking at you for a second before he speaks.

“You. On your knees for me.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You wish he was joking, but the tone of his voice tells you differently. He’s a hundred percent serious about this.

“There is no way I am doing that.”

“Oh but you will. You lost, I get my prize. It’s only fair.”

A sharp exhale leaves your lips, rolling your eyes. “Could have done this when I was drunk. Wouldn’t have been as humiliating.”

“I don’t take advantage of drunk girls. Also,” a grin tugs at the corner of his lips as he guides you towards the wall, forcing you on your knees so that you are facing him. “Makes me enjoy it more.”

You shake your head slightly, looking up at him. “You are sick, I hope you are aware.”

“Get to work,” he orders, disregarding what you just said. He takes a step closer, fingertips brushing over your cheek, thumb softly tracing along your lips. The strain on the fabric of his trousers is evident as your shaky hands make work of his belt, carelessly dropping the leather on the floor with a low thud. He doesn’t bother stepping out of his clothes, leaving them to pool around his ankles.

You swallow as you take in his size, hesitantly reaching out. With your thumb, you softly swipe over his already with precum glistenting tip, looking up at him through your lashes. Your hand wraps around his length before you give him a few soft strokes, earning a low groan of approval from the brunette.

His patience snaps when you trace along a prominent vein on the underside of his cock, forcefully tilting your head back as his fingers tangle in your hair, having you meet his gaze.

“Can’t take a little bit of teasing, Riddle? That desperate for me?” You say smugly, eyes never leaving his as your grip around him tightens, speeding up.

“Thought I’d go easy on you, but turns out you don’t want me to.” He hisses, guiding your head towards him. Your lips wrap around him then, tongue swirling over his sensitive tip before you take him as deep as you can, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as he hits the back of your throat.

It’s not long before his grip on your hair tightens, stilling your movements before he thrusts himself inside of you, deeper than you had taken him. You obey, laying your tongue flat in your mouth as his length slips further, holding you there until you gag around him.

Focusing on breathing through your nose, you relax your muscles, making space for all of him, his eyes shutting in pleasure each time your throat constricts, squeezing him even tighter.

“Look at you,” he rasps, a ragged breath leaving his lips as his dark eyes now stare down at you again, watching his cock disappear in your mouth with every snap of his hips. “So eager to please me. Knew you were nothing but a pathetic slut behind that facade you try to put up. Smart— fuck—  always trying to impress— but in reality, this is the only thing you are actually good at, hm?”

With his hands’ tight grip on your hair, holding you in place as he uses your mouth, you find yourself unable to give a proper response other than a muffled sound of agreement—something he doesn’t seem to be quite satisfied with.

You gasp, taking in a deep breath as Tom yanks your head back, pulling you off his length, now coated in your spit. A string of saliva connects his tip to your swollen, reddened lips, blinking away your tears.

“Answer me.”

“Fuck— yes, Riddle.”

He shakes his head slightly, tilting your head even further back so you are met with his strict gaze. “What’s my name?”

“Tom,” you whisper, “yes, Tom.”

“Good girl,” he purrs, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk. “Remember it.”

Only a second later he is back inside of your warm mouth, holding onto your hair as leverage as he buries himself to the hilt, groaning as he feels you struggle for air, your hands holding onto his thighs for support.

You shouldn’t like this, shouldn’t like how he is using you to get off, and yet, his soft gasps and groans as he gets closer to his release have you clenching your thighs together, desperately trying to ease the ache in your lower stomach.

“Hate to admit you were right. Can’t fucking get enough of you.” He grunts as you feel him twitch inside of you, spluttering around his cock as his thrusts grow harsher, tears running down your cheek as you try your best to take what he is giving you.

“Fuck— Show me—“ Tom breathes, hips stuttering, “show me whose good girl you are and swallow for me.” He barely gets the words out before he stills inside of you, the taste of his release flooding your senses as he empties himself inside of you—deep enough that swallowing is in fact the only option.

Still, he keeps your head pressed against his lower abdomen until he feels you swallow around him, only then pulling out of you.

Tom lets go of your hair then, and you sink against the cold brick wall behind you, utterly spent, jaw sore. You watch him getting dressed, mind still hazy when he walks towards you, looking like nothing happened—on the contrary to you.

“Look even prettier when you cry for me,” he remarks, taking in your state, wiping your tear-soaked cheeks with the back of his hand before he uses a spell to clean your chin and blouse.

And you let him do it, too tired and worn out to complain.

“I guess I have finally found a way to silence that bratty mouth of yours,” he mumbles when he is done, gently wiping a strand of hair from your face.

You look up at him then, hoarsely whispering a soft “Fuck you, Riddle.”

He offers you no other reply than his signature grin whenever he gets something he wants, his eyes fixated on you while he adjusts his robes.

“Tutoring for Potions every Thursday at 7 pm in the library. Don’t be late.” He says, exiting the classroom before you even get the chance to process his words.

You run out of curses to use for him by the time you reach your dorm, exhaustedly collapsing onto your bed. You tell yourself that no, you wouldn’t go because who does he think he is—yet it’s an offer you can’t decline.

So, every Thursday from then on, you find yourself studying for Potions under his guidance. It’s tough at first, but after just a few shared lessons, you realise he might not be that bad after all.

And soon enough, the next bet is made.

—

“If I outscore you tomorrow, I get to fuck you—properly.”

“You are delusional, Riddle.”

Naturally, you lose the bet.

The only difference: This time, you lose on purpose.

[arietem]

sunset skies, bonfire nights

summary: you and jj have a will-they-won't-they thing going on for the last year. you are ready to take things to the next level on the first bonfire party of the summer. it's about to be steamy

jj maybank x fem!reader

ꕤ friends to lovers, smut, piv, unprotected sex on the beach (oops), sex in public ꕤ

You were slowly losing your mind, rampaging through your closet, looking for something to wear for the bonfire tonight. It was the first party of the summer and the night when you would finally make your move. You physically couldn't hold back anymore, and even if nothing came from it, you would at least know you tried. Either way, you just needed to wear something that you would feel a million dollars in (plus, something that would make your blondie feral).

Your plan for tonight was to look sexy as hell, have the best time ever, and possibly have some action in the Twinkie on the way back to the Chateau. (No, the rest of the gang being there will not deter you, you can be quiet when needed). Sounds like a good plan, right?

After what felt like fucking forever, your eye caught a sparkly silver bikini top stuffed in the back of your closet, still with the tags on. You bought it some time ago, but left it untouched since it was a little tight on you, pushing up your boobs, threatening to spill them out of the garment. You usually wouldn't go for something so impractical while on the beach, but, well, isn't tonight the perfect occasion for accentuating your girls a little bit? Finally, you decided on a high-waisted denim skirt and the bikini top, with cute flip-flops on your feet. You left your hair to dry naturally, with beachy waves ready for someone's fingers to go through them.

Since the beach was not far from your house, you decided to walk there, giving you ample time to prepare yourself for the quest ahead. Ever since you moved to this place a year ago, you have been playing this seemingly never-ending game of push and pull with JJ, which has honestly left you frustrated and ready to get to the next level. Sure, you hooked up with other guys in the meantime, but they hadn't been able to hit that spot (literally and figuratively). And yes, you've seen JJ with other girls, but come on, he had to feel this sizzling tension between you two.

When you got closer to the beach, you could see that the party had already started, and a pretty big crowd was gathering. Excitement bubbled in your stomach, giving you a good feeling for tonight. "Babe!" You turned around when you heard your name, spotting Sarah walking towards you. "OMG, you look incredible!"

"Hi, Sare! So do you!" You pulled her in for a big hug. If Sarah was here, John B was not too far from her, and if John B was here, that meant JJ must have been somewhere close too. "But do you really think so? I haven't worn this top yet. Isn't it kinda too much?"

"God, no, it's perfect", she wiggled her eyebrows. "I'm so glad you're here! Kie is somewhere having fun with some Touron, and I need some girl power with me here." She nodded her head over your shoulder, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. You turned to see what she was referring to and saw exactly who you expected to, John B and JJ, of course. JJ was doing a handstand over the keg, with JB holding his legs. Typical boy shit.

"Why are they such boys?" You rolled your eyes too, but in reality, you didn't mind that they were having fun, you knew how hard their lives could be. You took Sarah by the hand and walked in the boys' direction, not wasting any time. You reached them just as JJ was wiping his mouth on his hand, a proud look on his face. Guess he was the keg king for the night.

"You done yet?" You made sure he could hear the playful tone in your voice and waited for him to look your way.

"Just getting start-" Yeah, he saw you, alright. "Whoa!" Seeing his reaction to your outfit boosted your confidence in the direction this night could go in. His breath hitched, and his blue eyes sparkled while he looked you up and down. Yeah, you couldn't lie, you were drinking in his attention, loving the butterflies his gaze unleashed in your stomach. You purposefully fingered your necklace, dragging his eyes to your cleavage again, not that he needed that push anyways.

"So, we're gonna get something to drink that is not a beer. Have fun, you guys!" Sarah wiggled her fingers in a goodbye and winked at you, dragging John B towards the coolers. You gave yourself a split second to sigh in her direction before turning towards JJ once again. This is what you wanted, and you were not going to chicken out this time.

When you turned around, JJ quickly looked up at your face. You narrowed your eyes, knowing what he was checking out. "You like what you see?" You could also be cocky when you needed to be. Why should he have all the fun? Remember, the goal for tonight was to have fun together.

"Oh, I like it very much." JJ smiled, and his delicious dimple came into focus. You wanted to lick it and trace his jaw with your teeth. It was getting harder and harder for you to contain yourself. It had to be now or never, baby.

"Come on, JJ, I gotta show you something." You grabbed his wrist and started heading towards a quieter part of the beach, further away from the fire. There, you could tell him what was on your mind and hopefully do something about it. "Someone's impatient today, huh?"

You ignored his muttering behind you and led you two to a tree you could mostly hide behind. "Soo, what did you want to show me?"

"Who's impatient now?" You couldn't help but tease him just a little bit. Still, he was right, you were impatient, which is why you crashed your lips to his, not letting him say anything else. At first, he was frozen, taken aback by your advance, but then…then he woke up and grabbed the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. His other hand wrapped around your lower back, playing with the strap of your top.

After what felt like a long time of heated making out, you gasped and broke apart. He put his hands on your shoulders, towering over you. "That was…intense", he chuckled and nudged your chin up with his fingers.

You felt drunk, unable to find your words for a few moments. Intense was the right word, and you needed more of it. "Please, JJ, less talking and more whatever this is." You hooked your pointer finger in his shark tooth necklace and brought him closer again, leaning back on the tree.

This time, his hands wandered under your skirt, where the real surprise awaited him. You could tell the moment he discovered you weren't wearing any underwear. He let out the hottest whimper and pressed himself harder into you. It was impossible to ignore the bulge in the front of his cargo shorts, but when you reached for his belt buckle, he stopped you.

"Are you sure?", JJ whispered in your ear, nibbling slightly. "I was sure for literally this whole year, I just didn't know if you wanted it." You gasped slightly when he blew cold air on the wet spot on your neck.

"Fuck, I wanted to do this forever." He turned you over so you were now facing the tree, hitching your skirt up, giving you a little slap on your ass. God, he was turning you on so hard. You bent a bit so you could graze the tent in his pants. The belt unbuckling and zipper sliding down sounded so loud in the night, but you knew nobody could actually hear you over the music and laughter. Still, you loved to hear it, and it was making you even wetter, if that was possible.

JJ lined himself up with your slit, gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling slightly and making your back arch. You can hear him moan when he enters you and starts pounding, slowly at first and then faster and faster. Both of you are on a high right now, messy and sweaty, skin on skin slapping in the dark night, only the glow of the fire in the distance.

You can feel your core tightening, a sure sign that you are close to the finish line. "JJ, I'm so clo-o-se", you panted out, reaching behind you to grab his thigh. At that, JJ pulled the string on your bikini, making it unravel from your back. With his free hand, he pinched your nipple. The zap you felt when he did that was the last straw. You clenched around him and cried out when your release hit you.

JJ let go of your hair and grabbed your hips, bottoming out inside you. A few more thrusts and you could hear his grunts, "fuuuck yes, baby". He stilled behind you and trailed faint kisses along your spine, catching your top and tying it at your back.

You finally found your voice, "this, this was fucking intense." You laughed hard and straightened your skirt when he pulled out. You could feel some dripping going down your leg, but honestly, you couldn't be bothered, it was too dark for anybody to notice anything.

You turned to face him, still breathing hard. "Why the fuck we haven't been doing this for the last year?"

"We better get caught up then."

"Yes, sir." You gave him a mock salute and turned to get back to the party, to mingle with your girls a little bit. Right when you started walking, knowing he would follow, he smacked your ass again, a little stronger this time.

"JJ!" You threw a glare in his direction but couldn't stop your lips from growing into a smile.

Mission officially accomplished. ;)

[mari-lair]

Interesting question!

Hanako's lack of communication will absolutely be the main problem with poly (same with kou btw) but because he is so painfully obvious when he is possessive, it won't be a big issue.

Take this scene for example: Nene cheer up Kou after he loses to one of Mitsuba's supernatural arm allies. She is very cheerful and cute! Holding Kou's hand.

Hanako gets jelly by this and inserts himself between the two. He even put his hands on top of theirs.

And this jealousy is instantly killed when Kou and Nene accept his inclusion, Kou even put a hand on top of Hanako's and the ghost isn't bothered by that at all.

The thing about Hanako possessiveness is that while it have started as the typical "Nene is mine, shuush shuush!" feeling with Kou.

It has slowly morphed into "You make me happy so it's alright if you make Nene happy too."

Hanako's smile is genuine after he scared them here, this wasn't a successful "I must separate them!" plan, he just wanted to spook his favorite humans.

The most recent hints of possessiveness I could find felt less like "Don't get near her!!" and more like "don't leave me behind..."

Take his despair when he fantasies of Kou and Nene going to a festival together and having fun.

He is genuinely bothered by the idea of the two getting cozy, but it's less about them having fun together, and more about them having fun without him.

He recovers super quickly when he finds a way to go to a festival with them both after all. Check how he has a tiny blush when Kou is doing well at one of the games.

(Zoom on the blush cause Im insane)

And he clap when Nene tell Kou he is cool instead of trying to downplay what he did or push Nene away from 'the guy nene fond cool'

Even on chap 96 cover (so after his 'i want to be the one to save you. Not kou, me.'), he is still trying to be part of Kou and Nene's high five, not push Kou away.

Speaking of the 'i want to be your savior' panel, during his vent, Hanako pictures Kou with Nene, both framed in the light while he is behind in the shadows: He considers his solution, his 'ideal' scenario, dark and corrupted.

So he does have a desperate sort of possessiveness of Nene/envy of Kou that he isnt proud of.

If a miracle happens and Nene's lifespan increases, he'll become a temporary presence in her life and he wants more than that. Kou already has so much: He can walk her to school, he can grow up with her, he can give her happiness for the rest of his life, but Hanako can't. He is on a timelimit, dead since they met.

He wants to leave a lasting impact, to give meaning to their short relationship and to his empty afterlife, forever haunted by being a killer.

When he thinks too hard about his situation, he becomes restless.

So, while poly would be a very nice "we are a team, we won't leave you behind" reassurance for him. He will need to be convinced that he is a 'forever' to them and that is... very hard to comfort him on.

Hanako is a closed guy though, so he wouldn't go in dept about any of these insecurities.

Nene and Kou would still be somewhat aware of it though, because he is loud about how sad he is by his inability to leave school, only able to sulk and wait while Kou and Nene are out in each others houses or going on dates and having so much fun without him...

Which Nene and Kou would always try to cheer him up by going to any boundary Hanako want! Like the after school beach chapter!

Which does help!

As for Hanako being possessive of Kou... I feel like that would eventually happen (have you seen Hanako?? he is a ball of clingy possessiveness) but it would take some time.

Hanako is a 60s kid, he have a lot of internal homophobia (same with Kou btw but lets only focus on Hanako for now) so when the 'lets date each other!!' idea happened they most definitively pretended that this poly arrangement is two bros sharing Nene cause she like them both and they both like her and trust each other so everyone is happy :D

Hanako will need a mini arc to go 'maybe i can flirt with guys even when i'm not in my girl form.'

And if by some miracle he talks to Kou about his 'I trust you so much and it scares me' issue, (which is unlikely but maybe Nene can push him in the right direction, she is good at making him open up) and they sort thingd out, Hanako will be unbearable.

Look how clingy he used to be! It would get 10 tines worse.

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Flag check

Sabbath crew.

Red flag, orange flag, yellow flag, green flag.

I have to mention that I have NOT copied this post and neither "fixed" it but it seems the misundersting was created so to avoid more of it, the first one to post similar post was @mixingandmelting

Wooin Yoo - RED FLAG

Type of guy to be into someone who challenges him. Not those shy, naive and predictable people that bores him to death - it won't be long before he starts thinking about them as a game rather than his partner. He likes someone who's cunning and intelligent, someone who will get him excited, someone whose company will be fun.

Even if he has type, he will hardly settle down for relationship. He doesn't even believe in bullshit like love, especially love at first sight (he believes in hate at first sight tho). He most likely sees it as weakness. Hence, if he falls in love, he'd start to deny it as much as he can - saying "love is waste of time." especially considering he's not good with emotions.

But when he realizes that he can't ignore that fact any longer, that he's unconsciously searching for that person everywhere he goes or how his heart does this weird skip - he'll be pissed. At himself. As if his friends aren't enough, now he has someone else to lose. And losing someone? He can't handle that well.

If he accepts it tho, then you're his and will be. You all can portray him as cheater all you want but imo, he's not the one to take relationship like one night stand and why should he cheat? He can just break up.

He loves playing around though, like saying something vaguely flirty and let you overthink whether he meant that or what he meant by that. He loves messing around with your head.

Arguments can turn into mind battles with him. Since he LOVES seeing his lover fired up about something. And when you call him out on his bullshit? He might as well just grin like he found someone worth his time.

Obviously serious arguments would tire him out and he'd just lie his way out without taking accountability whatsoever.

Big control freak. This guy loves having control in all aspects of life and that includes his relationships as well. You might as well expect absolutely unwanted checks up from him.

Manipulative. C'mon now, Wooin is cunning and deceptive. He knows what to say and when, he's expert in turning every situation to his advantage. I mentioned that he'd get away from arguments without any accountability whatsoever because yes, he lacks that. He'd make you think that you're the one in wrong. He loves you, he truly does, but old habits die hard.

Wooin is secretive and that makes it hard for you to know where you stand with him exactly. If you try to get closer to his personal life, his past specifically, he'll immediately shut you out. People close to him at some point will come to realize just how much they don't and will never know about him.

Emotionally unavailable. Vulnerability makes Wooin uncomfortable, he's too used to ignoring, numbing, deflecting and running away from his own to handle another's. In fact, his coping mechanisms are fucked up, probably even using adrenaline as a way to distract himself from his emotions. So, he really doesn't know what to do when his partner is sad, depressed and maybe even crying. He's not cruel enough to just leave - he will hand you the tissues, listen to you and stay with you if you wish to. But he won't be able to provide emotional support for you.

Has stalking habits. He might slyly ask your friends questions about you and get answers in return, he would stalk your social media, how you reply to comments, what you repost and etc. Or maybe he definitely coincidentally shows up whenever you go or absolutely coincidentally knows where you're planning to go. He'd get kind of irritated if you called him out for being too overbearing.

Jealousy. Definitely. Though, he wouldn't make big mess out of it like lash out at you for that or something. Rather, he'd joke about it, even though the amusement won't quite reach his eyes and he'd definitely gain domination over situation or get your attention.

Lack of future plans. Speaking in romantic sense, he definitely wouldn't plan for a marriage or proposing because for him, relationships are something that will pass, at some point. He wouldn't plan for marriage because he's scared of being tied to something in a way he can't easily escape, because emotions like love, sadness and etc overwhelm him and cause him discomfort because these feelings are something he can't control and hence, he can't trust them. He has trust issues, alright? He probably thinks the relationship between you and him will end one day but maybe deep down he thinks he hasn't deserved that kind of love. He has natural urge to move on. But if he is deeply hooked in the relationship, trust me he, himself, won't want it to end.

Worst of all? He's self-aware. He's aware of all the red flags he has and he'd make it sure to take it slow and at least give you an idea what kind of person he is, try to push you away, before you'll start relationship with him. Because he doesn't want his partner or someone to call him out on these traits but if you will, he'll laugh heartily. Didn't you know what kind of person you were getting involved with? You definitely knew he was drug dealer and not good person before entering in relationship with him so he thought his partner would know what they were getting themselves into. He has tons of red flags and he owns them, not try to change them.

Also, at some point, you are getting involved in his jobs.

Despite all these though, he can be more caring than he might let on.

Hyuk Kwon - RED FLAG

Type of guy who would want calm, grounded and emotionally mature partner. Someone who will understand him, not fix him. He's not type to be attracted to attention-seeking behavior. He'd want a partner who's loyal and genuine, bonus point if they're interested in cycling. That would satisfy him.

If Hyuk were to fall in love or take interest & be attracted to someone, he wouldn't waste his time overthinking it. He's a man driven by instincts, not logic. He definitely won't have mental breakdown and brainstorming about love like Wooin did. Which is hilarious because he seriously saw Wooin like that and was like "damn, couldn't be me." Alright jokes aside, Hyuk doesn't see love as weakness. If he cares about you, takes interest in you or get attracted to you then that's it.

Wooin said it himself that if he takes interest in someone, then no one can stop him. His obsessive behavior is still being highlighted in new arc and I doubt this behavior only applies to cycling. I'm sure this type of mindset will reach in his relationship as well. Despite this, he wouldn't force anyone to be with him.

A relationship with Hyuk isn't soft, gentle, clear and casual. It's overwhelming, sometimes confusing, it's all-or-nothing with him. You can try to be ignorant about this but there will be times when you'll question if he loves you or is simply obsessed with you.

However, he's so good at masking up his obsessive behavior and his toxicity that you wouldn't even know at first unless his masks finally will start to crack as thr relationship keeps on going.

Hyuk would accept you as you're but he would be controlling, not physically but psychologically. You'd start prioritising him over yourself before you even know it, his existence would shape your decisions sometimes, whenever he's acting distant - you would start trying harder to keep him, he might have hot and cold behavior in relationship which would confuse his partner.

He would drain you emotionally, like a vampire. At some point in relationship, his partner would feel emotionally exhausted and burn out very often - which is caused by his behavior, though it would be unintentional on his part.

Dating Hyuk would be like holding animal on the leash - except you don't hold the leash, he is.

For Hyuk, love isn't weaknesses but it's not just emotion either. It's not the butterfly feelings in stomach, or blushing and kicking your feet - it's addiction. It's addictive. His partner would be like his drug that he'd always come back to.

Hyuk doesn't bother to think about future in relationship that much, he's more focused on what's present. He won't say things like "I want to be with you forever" but he'll always come back to your arms like it's natural for him to do. But this means that he also might not be realising just how much effort he actually needs to put in the relationship.

His partner would have to be second-guessing whether he's upset or not because he won't admit it outright. He'll just act different than he normally is, maybe even giving you silent treatment.

Arguments with him? He's not even willing to listen. If Wooin lies his way out of it, Hyuk refuses to engage at all. He'd excuse himself by saying "I'm tired, so just let it go." And since he's not actively fighting, his partner would feel unheard and ridiculous for even bringing that topic up.

This guy doesn't care about his safety that much, at least when he rides. He rides like he has nine lives and that might be emotionally exhausting and terrifying for his partner because they'd have to constantly worry about his safety.

Similar to Wooin, he doesn't open up easily and doesn't know what to do when someone else opens up. He's unable to provide emotional support except awkwardly staying there and somehow trying to distract you like: "Do you want to ride together? You might feel better." He, himself, doesn't open up about how he feels. He's so used to Wooin just knowing how he feels that he never thought he'd even need to talk about it.

Hyuk also shows stalker behavior. He definitely would stalk your social media and maybe even show up to the locations where you are, claiming it was coincidence.

Low empathy. Because of this, Hyuk would have hard time reacting to and understanding his partner'semotions, their struggles and their reactions.

Hyuk isn't unfeeling psychopath, no matter how many people describe him as one, but he's selectively detached, he's capable of making exceptions but only for those he deems worhy.

Hyuk isn't someone to easily trust either. He's perceived as unreadable by most people and he's fine with it. Only exception is Wooin - who understands him better than anyone and anything - and Hyuk is alright with it. His trust is very selective, so if he lets you in his life, that means he's willing to try and trust you.

Being in relationship with Hyuk would be tiring because it would take lots of effort from your side, lots of sacrifice whether it's your morals or emotional stability, however, at some point, you'll feel like this relationship is not falling apart because of the efforts YOU give in, as he's not offering nearly enough himself.

Unlike Wooin, who wouldn't disappear on you out of nowhere but instead try to stick with you, Hyuk would be different. He's so secretive and even you don't know why but there are times when he just disappears into thin air. He's not answering your calls, he's not seeing your texts, you can't find him at his part-time job or his house, neither on playgrounds. When you reach his friends, they'd say that Hyuk does that often and that he'll be back tomorrow but they never gave you explanation.

Hyuk wouldn't give you explanation either, at least not the truth. There are parts of his life that you must not know, even though he makes you feel like you know everything about him but you don't. You only know what he wants you to know. And he's more than willing to lie if it will be necessary.

His sudden disappearances will start to feel normal because that's how he treats it. If you'll continue to question it, you'll only feel like you're overreacting.

Even though he's willing to trust you, he's still secretive about some parts of his life and that is because of your safety. But he doubts you'll understand that.

Instead of jealous, he's territorial. And there's big difference.

Hajun/Joker - GREEN FLAG

Hajun's type would be someone who's dating to marry, loyal, gets along with kids and animals, emotionally intelligent. But to be honest, he definitely isn't picky about his partner.

This guy dates to marry. No temporary relationships, no friends with benefits, no situationships. So, he'll definitely be planning future with you.

At first, he'll be little confused about his feelings but very soon, he'll realize that he fell in love. He'll keep it a secret for very long time but Hajun would give lot of efforts for you even in friendship.

He won't confess first because he can't imagine the reason why would you want to be with underground boxer that beats people up for money.

Strangers to friends, friends to lovers. Definitely. He won't date someone he only knew for one week or two months, he'll need much more time.

Provider. It's not only about money but also security, comfort and stability. Whether it's physical safety, emotional support, making sure you stay healthy like make sure you eat well or eat healthy food. Type of guy to buy you food/drinks that are full of vitamins.

He's not the type to expect you to do all the housework. He's responsible man who knows how to take care of himself so well and his loved ones.

Hajun is used to taking care of others, providing for them and giving more tham receiving when it comes to his family and definitely also his lover. So this would apply to relationships as well. At one point, you might feel like he's giving more effort than you.

He'd rather die than get you involved in his lifestyle. It's dangerous, violent, scary, bloody...Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if his crush would reject him because of that or if his partner would break up with him because of his jobs. But if you decide to stay, he'd do whatever he can to keep you out of it.

Joker is self-aware and pretty much able to reflect on his behavior and mistakes, his morals might be questionable but his intentions are good, he's able to feel empathy though it can be selective.

Despite this, he would find himself struggling to open up. He doesn't know how to put his feelings into words, at least not well. But as time passes, he'll start opening up more in his own way, he'd allow himself to be more vulnerable with you.

He tends to remember little and big things about you. Your birthday, your favorite flowers, your favorite music band, your favorite color, what you like and dislike, how you like your tea/coffee, what makes you happy and what upsets you. He's very attentive and thoughtful.

He's definitely protective but definitely not in controlling way. He'll defend you and stand up for you but he will never steal your freedom away.

Hajun is used to violence, solving problems with his fists, danger and adrenaline, blood and broken bones but this very guy would be gentlest human being with his partner.

He really hopes his brothers will like you and they did. Honestly, the sight of seeing you getting along with his brothers warms his heart so much.

His lifestyle would still cause problems in relationship though, no matter how hard he tries to don't bring violence in his family, his loved ones are still being affected. It'd be great if his partner would completely accept his lifestyle, even though it still would be emotionally hard to do so, but if his partner wouldn't be able to accept his lifestyle - that's fine too, he won't be able to blame you. The constant fear that he might not be able to make it home, that you will have to spend nights in hospital, praying that he will get better is mentally exhausting. On top of that, the risk of you being in danger is no less scary.

He's not that secretive to be honest. His partner would know almost everything about him.

Joker isn't the type to get jealous easily but if he will, I can see him getting more touchy than usual but wouldn't say anything.

Vinny Hong - YELLOW FLAG

His type is Yumi Lee. Yes, Yumi. It's canon ship and I'm not gonna start talking about Vinny with another woman. Nope. Never.

Vinny is very loyal, let's be honest. He would never cheat on Yumi. Sure, they're going through things right now but he would never disrespect her like that.

He felt like he wasn't giving enough to Yumi. He wasn't rich enough to buy her expensive gifts. It's shown in the manhwa too when Juwon and Vinny get introduced to each other by Yumi. He clearly wanted to gift her better things, give her something more.

He's jealous but instead of lashing out, he goes silent, like he becomes mute and clearly he stands on guard, dissatisfied. He wouldn't admit being jealous though.

He's clearly protective but not controlling or possessive. He definitely wouldn't make Yumi feel small or suffocate her with his protective behavior.

Unfortunately, his coping mechanisms are total shits. He can't cope with stress well, he might become more irritable due to that. He can't cope with sadness or depression well, he'll isolate himself. He's kind of self-destructive as well and doesn't open up that easily, hence that would cause big communication issues in relationship.

But still, if the timing would've been better, I'm sure Vinny would be Yumi's biggest supporter. He'd try his best to make her feel cherished.

He is secretive, considering how Yumi didn't even know his and his mom's situation. He just...can't open up. Again, communication issues.

Another tough on outside and soft on inside guy.

He might not open up easily but he would be Yumi's safe space to vent and he'd listen and try to comfort her. He definitely would be emotionally aware of her.

He'd notice and remember many things about her. Like her habits, hobbies, what kind of food she likes and etc. He'd know her coping mechanisms too.

I might post something else for Wooin & Hyuk too. Also, tagging @feelsclear @shintaru

[belovedbright]

It was great fun being The World’s Most Ridiculous Supervillain. You threatened trains with chemical warfare (butyric acid, after all you didn’t want anyone to get hurt). You kidnapped mayor’s & government officials, suspending them over “dangerous acid” for the heroes to rescue. (It was a vat of vinegar.) You even tried the sea bass with lasers thing, before discovering that 1. Sea bass aren’t smart enough to handle lasers, 2. At least they’re tasty. You felt bad, but the henchmen ate well that night. You started having your own fans & wasn’t that fun?

Except there started to be pressure for higher stakes, bigger explosions. You ramped things up with robotics, with demolitions, power suits. It would carry that fame for a while… until it didn’t. Until some hardcore fans started screaming about how boring you’d become.

And then there was the day it all went horribly wrong.

You’d known the nuke was too much. But you also knew you’d be stopped. You’d always be stopped.

Instead of the league of heroes, only one showed up. The Scarlet Shield. He’d always been your favorite. The most earnest, the most kind. The guy who’d finish a battle, then sign trading cards at the children’s hospital.

“Where is everyone?” you demanded, baffled.

“Dam failure upstate. Massive fires in the central region. And three other dickhead villains like you tying us up with plots today.”

You reel as if slapped. You’re not a dickhead villain. You’re a fun villain! No one takes you seriously. Everyone likes you.

Your train of thought is derailed as Scarlet Shield takes off his mask. He’s younger than you thought, dark skinned with startling green eyes. “I could lose myself in those eyes,” you think.

“It was fun,” he’s saying. “At first, it was fun. But a nuke Daniel? An actual nuke?”

Shame and anger flood through you in equal measure. “I —,” you stammer, wanting to defend yourself. He walks up to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. You flash through hundreds of gestures & smiles between you over the years.

“I’m not saying you’re a bad person. I don’t think you are. But it’s getting bad out there. Climate disasters alone are more than we can handle. And the real bad guys — the ones who actually want to go through with this shit, are getting bolder.”

“Please,” he says, leaning his forehead against yours. You can see in that moment how tired he is. “Please, stop. Stop this, or help us. You’re smart enough to be able to do so much more.”

“Okay,” you whisper, “I’m sorry .” He hugs you hard with a sigh. You feel something loosen in your chest, a release of the anxiety over ever bigger plots. More than that, there’s the way he’s smiling at you now, as he steps back.

“Could we—“ you start to ask.

Then he’s falling, hitting the floor, and my god there is so much blood. You you realize you distantly hear the shot through your panic, as you kneel, watching the blood pour out of him, watching those too green eyes lose their focus.

You hear gritty footsteps as a man crosses the rooftop. “I’ll be taking that weapon,” he says. “Thank you for your assistance, “Azure Mastermind.” He says your name with a sneer.

“What if I try to stop you?” you ask.

“Then I shoot you, idiot. But you won’t. You’re not a hero. You’re not even a villain. You’re just a useful idiot. Go back to being a pointless distraction while the real grownups do what’s necessary.”

“And what’s that?” you ask.

“A lot of things. Mostly making sure the right people get the right things they deserve. The rest? Well, just keep being part of the bread & circuses kid. It’s what you’re good for.”

You stare at Scarlet Shield’s body. You don’t move. When the man is gone, picked up by a private helicopter, you know three things.

Firstly, he’s underestimated you. Even you weren’t dumb enough to take a bomb that could actually accidentally be used. The core is safely contained where you stole the damn thing from.

Secondly, clearly Scarlet was right. You had been wasting their time, but you’re starting to think that was deliberate. How many “fans” were an act of manipulation? How many other disasters were part of a larger plot? How many other “villains” have been manipulated?

Lastly, this is going to stop now. It’s time to find the real villains. Not the small time guys on the street. Not even the misery merchants who cause local violence. No, it’s time to think bigger.

You close Scarlet Shield’s eyes, and if you’re crying no one is close enough to see it. You pick up his shield and rise up.

You purposefully became a cartoonish supervillain. Your evil schemes are stupid and hilariously idiotic, just so people can get a laugh at them. The heroes adore going after you, and the citizens love to watch them do it. The superhero business can be dark, but you always manage to make it fun!

[vigilskeep]

do you know what jonah’s deal was pre losing his memories or is that still up in the air? 👀 (also my little brother is named jonah and I never see other people with his name so your new guy is throwing me lol, objectively great choice for a guy fished out of the sea tho)

very much still up in the air. i have some vague ideas but am not married to anything...... i think his amnesia interacts in a fun way with the themes of, like, what history and regrets are worth holding onto at what cost—is he better off knowing or not knowing?—and i want to see how that plays out in more of the story before i decide if i want it to be a plot where he finds out or just a hovering mystery

definitely i’ve considered him being some kind of botched venatori experiment bc i imagine they’re in those waters moving slaves and going up against the lords. and it would be up in the air whether he was someone being subjected to it or an eager volunteer. idk i don’t love it though. i am going to let it marinate. i’m also considering that there’s a fun possibility that some of the lords maybe know more about where they found him than they’ve let him in on as well

also im apologising in advance for insane sentences i may compose with your brother’s name in them. it really is an enjoyable one for someone fished out of the sea though

[inkybyl]

It’s 4AM and I’ve just had a bloody idea regarding Crosshair in the Modern Batch AU (Ramble)

(Not the most original but omdhakabajdj I have to write it down and ramble before I fall asleep and forget, yknow what I mean?)

Tagging @sp4wnofch40s & @clonethirstingisreal because y’all have a talent for literally deciphering anything I say whenever I post anything about this 🤣 (that, and I can’t help but tag you both bc it’s so much fun talking about this with you 👉👈🫶)

I might make a dedicated navigation list for this AU, I’m having waaaayy too much fun with this and wanna keep up with what I’m waffling about

In the Modern AU of the bad batch (⚠️this will contain names and roles of characters that may Spoil The Bad Batch!!⚠️) I’ve come up with a few wholesome things and general dynamics that have an easy translation between Star Wars canon, and this alternate universe idea.

However I just thought of another, but before that, quick context I’ve mentioned in other posts:

All the clone boys are raised in a group home run by Shaak Ti & Plo Koon after they wanted to be the sole guardians of all the clones. Keeping in line with CF99’s canon relationship with the Regs, their relationship with the other clone boys led to constant fights - so Hunter took them out of that and left school to start working so they could have a place for themselves. Older brothers like Rex & Cody, etc keep an eye on them and help them in anyway they can.

(In this AU, I kinda want the boys to be different ages, if they do have different ages it would look like this: When Omega arrives, she’s 5. Crosshair & Tech are 13. Wrecker is 17, and Hunter is 19. These are also the ages when Wrecker gets hurt, a few months before Omega arrives. Important to note, after the events of the idea spoken about below 👇 about 5 years would’ve gone past, as that will line up slightly with Omega & Crosshair’s interactions like in the canon. She will be 10 & Crosshair will be 18 or 19)

The new addition of context ideas:

But the agreement with the council/ government states that once a clone leaves the home or turns 18 they lose any and all legal authority over them. So if one of the clone boys got into trouble after they’ve grown up/injured as an adult - Shaak Ti and Plo Koon can’t do anything about it. (Another subtle system put in place to wash out the clone boys as they grow up, essentially casting them to the streets and stuff)

The actual idea I just had but needed to make sure I could connect the dots with the early ideas I already had:

Any clones that are disobedient get sent to military school, funded by Tarkin and run by Hemlock.

Crosshair hasn’t adapted to Omega being dropped on them very well, despite it being 5 years since she’s been a part of their family, and he’s started acting out a lot more, causing more fights, threatening more people while battling a raging superiority and/or inferiority complex.

(This next bit is very much under construction because I’m not sure how I’d like this to work out: Crosshair meets mayday around this time period and they’re the same age, if not then Mayday is probably a year or two older, and he starts spending a lot of time with him instead of at home - Mayday isn’t a trouble maker and he’s quite similar to Hunter where he took his squad and made a house a home for them all - he’s acting as a symbolism of what CF99 might’ve looked like if they weren’t defective - Hunter would’ve stayed in school like mayday, and would’ve been able to help his brothers out with a lot more things if that makes sense? Crosshair hangs out with Mayday, but mayday isn’t a troublemaker.

One day while Crosshair is chilling out with Mayday, Hexx & Veetch, (Lieutenant) Nolan starts harassing and laughing at them with his rich boy posse. ((This next bit is very much in the works)) But because Mayday is employed by Nolan’s father (a government official) and even though he’s in a higher position than the wee shite, he doesn’t say much and just shrugs it off.

Eventually the harassment gets significantly worse and Mayday is jumped by Nolan’s gang and is sent to the hospital. Crosshair then bugs out and beats the whole gang up, including Nolan. He’s caught by police and due to Nolan’s status as an official’s son, Cross is then taken to the military school to get him back in line. )) <— End the ‘under construction idea’

Military School idea

After Crosshair was causing too much chaos with fights + beating up Nolan, Governor Tarkin ordered for him & some other clone boys that had went ‘rogue’, and since they weren’t underage/ under Shaak Ti/Plo Koon’s supervision anymore - there’s nothing they could do to get them back.

(In the eyes of the government, it would just be seen as two strangers trying to claim back an adult if that makes sense?)

At the military school he’s then treated horrendously, like the other clones that are brought there, under the guise of “discipline”, hence the links with the canon trauma. (As this is a modern AU and even though I love me some corrupted experimentation storylines, I think it’s probably better to stick with adults in positions of authority abusing that power. AKA, Hemlock)

Anyways, after some more brainstorming I’ll need to figure out a way to get Omega and Crosshair to meet again cos she’s the one who manages to break his shell like in the show and takes care of him, like she does in the show.

But yeah!

Sorry if this is so scattered, I’ve literally been struggling to sleep and this popped to mind, so I had to write the ideas out as soon as they came! Everything’s still a rough idea, and all an’ all, a very fun concept to play with!!

Hopefully it’s legible 🤣🤣 I’m having so much fun playing with all of these concepts and ideas, I haven’t proofread this so sorry if anything is a bit confusing!! Gonna try n fall asleep listening to some Daz Black now

🫶✨🩵

[gin-juice-tonic]

Not to talk too much about it, but when I was younger I made a new friend. We got close fast and spent a ton of time together. We were always drawing things for each other and passing notes back and forth in class. We emailed back and forth nearly 24/7. She would tell me serious things about her life and I was the only one who knew them. We were best friends.

Except there were times where suddenly she'd just drop me. Say she didn't want to be friends anymore. Ignore me in public, not respond to my emails (I didnt have a phone). Speak callously to me when she did talk to me. I can't say what it actually was that made her decide when to do this, but when she was over at my house it seemed like the minute I was unable to entertain her that switch would be flipped. Suddenly she'd want nothing to do with me. I felt like I had to become more and more entertaining. I always had to have something planned to do. I always had to have something to talk about. I always had to make her smile. Or I'd run the risk of being dropped.

I was used to this idea. For the neighborhood kids I grew up with, if I wasn't able to make them laugh on my own, I would be used to make them laugh. They'd make fun of me till I ran home crying. About anything. For existing. I was always forced by my parents to go back out and apologize to them for ruining the fun. I knew how it went. I knew it was my fault.

To return to my best friend, I remember we sat next to each other at lunch. On one of the occasions where she was treating me coldly, she sat next to me but only talked to everyone at the table except for me. I cried at the table. Nobody there cared. This would repeat in other settings. At home. In the classroom. Wherever. I cried. Nobody cared.

She never re-joined the friendship on her own. I always had to get her to come back. Beg her to come back.

Something she used to say to me was "I wish I was somebody's favorite person." I'd tell her "You're one of my favorite people!" (I had another best friend at the time, so there was no number one slot). My response didn't matter. Or maybe i didnt matter. It felt like she was wanting me to say she was my absolute favorite. And I spent so much time trying to appease her it probably seemed that way. And it really did separate me from my other friend for a time.

This went on for several years.

Ford and Bill admittedly shoot me back to this time.

Getting sucked into a desperate bid to keep someones favor to the extent where you lose yourself can happen to anybody in any kind of relationship... I just wanted to share that. I know I talked too much about it in the end.

[summertimesadnessirl]

No.

But like...

Hot take.

I have had people have sex with my body when I didn't want the sex.

The people who destroyed my business and then spent 3 years stalking me online and making fake pop stars to make fun of me raped me.

Having sex with your body is only a big deal like that because we've been socialized to believe rape is the worst ugliest most degrading shameful thing that can happen to a person.

The difference between me and the girls who kill themselves over some midsized dick thrusting into them three or four times and going off is I wasn't raised in purity culture. I wasn't socialized to think that someone wanting to have sex with me or having sex was inherently degrading and had to be saved for someone who would exchange sex for a lifetime of love and commitment and marriage and babies and a house in the suburbs. I was raised to think you can have sex because there's nothing good on tv and the other person nods when you ask them if they want oral.

I'm not saying that's good or bad but if we stopped having rape culture and the culture of women as guarding themselves against men.... if we stopped doing

Let the right one in master key shitty lock sticky tape what were you wearing you changed your mind youre not loyal you don't deserve you're fallen you're not good enough what will your future husband think of this medical decision sweetie?

Then rape wouldn't be something women killed themselves over as much.

It's just a penis It's not like you're going to starve.

Being forced to have a kid is bad. No one should be able to force you to potentially put a kid at a lifelong disadvantage. Every child should be planned and every parent should have adequate resources. Every child should be wanted. A human should not grow up knowing they exist as a punishment for their parent.

But rape also shouldn't be considered a punishment for not being smart enough or careful enough or modest enough or whatever.

Everyone should be entitled to not being raped.

Just like I should be entitled to people not stealing my likeness and my art and using weird bot nets and stalking me to run me out of business to prove some ideological point about how purity culture is good and if they can't rape you they'll do worse so you better be pure and demand babies ever after in exchange for your hymen or jump off a cliff if you lose it because you have no other value to skinny blonde white women who have strayed too far from the path.

But here we are.

Why the fuck can't the people who perpetrate violence ever get into trouble for it or the enablers for helping cover it up and accuse the victims of stuff why do we gotta tell people doing cnc horny shitposting to stop giving rapists ideas? They have ideas. That's why we live in a culture where the female gender is literally somehow about simultaneously enticing men and being afraid of them and demanding that they protect us from other men and them demanding total faith and trust from us in our only natural predator?

Like... why can't we just stab anyone who does rape or gaslighting or theft or mobbing or smear campaigns in the throat and let them bleed out of the side of their neck while confessing to their crimes in spurts as they drown in their own blood instead of women killing themselves because they got raped? What about that?

Why is it that only people who are playing around ever get punished and actual rapists always get a slap on the damn wrist?

"Rape me daddy 🤤😫" No dude you don't want ACTUAL rape, you want some sick ass fantasy that you've consented beforehand

If you want to be actual raped then you're genuinely sick and need to go to therapy

Rape literally makes girls kill themselves out of shame, rape gives girls PTSD, rape makes girls feel "unpure" even tho it wasn't their fault, rape + abortion ban makes women carry their rapist babies, rape ruins women's life's. You do not want that

[kindalikerackham]

Hannah suggests a threesome. It… doesn’t go as planned.

@miz-chase @scarletvisionss here you go 😇

Hannah didn’t think it’d go like this.

She had some idea of the depth of their bond, but she just. She didn’t know.

She could see years of conversations behind their touches. Questions and rejections and the snapping of body language meant to click.

What was she doing? What had she done?

She thought she was giving Seeley a healing experience, she thought they would have a fun time together. She didn’t think.. this.

She thinks they’ve maybe forgotten about her. Tempe is crying, and Seeley can’t look away, wiping at her tears with his thumb.

Maybe she should go. This feels private. She didn’t know fixing them would require breaking her and Seeley.

Why did this seem like a good idea again?

She starts towards the door, and Tempe turns to her. “Don’t go, please.”

“I–”

Seeley looks gutted, haunted, noticing her again like he didn’t know how much heart he had to lose, and he’s losing it all at once.

She did this. She put them in a place where he had to choose.

“No, I better–”

“No.” her face is still wet, but Tempe looks like she’s on solid ground for the first time since this endeavor began. “You don’t have to go anywhere.”

“But I– You two clearly have something between you, and I– I thought this could be a fun friendly thing, but I’m feeling like I didn’t have the context, like I’ve maybe been a substitute for this whole relationship.”

She can’t bear to look at Seeley, but she chances a glance up at Tempe.

A stern edge enters Tempe’s watery voice. “Hannah, I’ve known Booth for a long time. I have the context. And I promise you, you were never a substitute. You’ve always been a beautiful, charming woman, and Seeley fell for you because of you.”

She felt so confused. “But he’s obviously in love with you! Don’t deny it! I bet you anything he wouldn’t deny it!”

If possible, Seeley appears even more distraught. “I–”

Tempe cuts in. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s okay. I– Booth and I have– We care for each other, and we’ve hurt each other, but that doesn’t mean what you two have is less. It can be both. He can care for us both.” She straightens her spine, and her eye contact feels like a direct line to the deepest parts of herself. “Humanity has a capacity for all kinds of romantic and familial bonds, regardless of what you have been told. It’s okay.”

Her last statement seems to hit her then, and she hugs herself. “It’s okay. It can be okay."

Hannah feels herself crack, and pulls Tempe close. “It’s– it’s okay. It can be okay.”

“I can’t– I have to go.” And Seeley is gone, and it’s just Tempe and Hannah, their shirts getting damp between them.

“It’s okay. We’ll find him, we’ll talk to him. It’ll be okay.”

“It’ll be okay.”

[quinloki]

I hope your arm gets better soon, Quin.

I unfortunately picked up Con Cold from a recent con, BUT I did meet a lovely Mihawk cosplayer who always had a comment every time he saw me.

Upon first seeing me "I've got my eyes on you, Straw Hat"

Having a laugh and being silly with my friends "Don't cause too much trouble, Miss Merry" (I was in my Going Merry Cosplay).

As I was looking through a box containing posters "You won't find the One Piece in there"

Since we're on the topic of Mihawk. How about a Yandere Mihawk with a Wilful Darling?

\o/ I'm glad you had fun =3 (that sounds so flirty too I love it)

I think he would almost have Daddy Energy. In the sense that he would very much be taking on a role of authoritative care-taker.

He still has to protect you, no matter how willful of a darling you are. He's not going to be condescending about it - unless he's proving a point on something - but he's definitely going to prove how easily he can overpower you.

He'll let you do plenty of things to maintain some sense of independence if that's what you really need, but if you get too arrogant he'll put you in your place quickly. It's not that he doesn't appreciate your personality, but he's not a patient man. He might not lose his temper easily or anything like that, but if you're going to give him a hard time expect to find yourself completely tangled and immobilized until he's had his peace.

If contortion and immobilization don't keep you inside the allowed lines, he won't have an issue putting you over his knee. I said before, he's not much for brat-taming, it doesn't mean he isn't good at it.

As long as you can accept freedom within the parameters he provides it, you'll be perfectly happy, and probably decidedly spoiled. But be careful that willful energy doesn't overstep the boundaries he's set - and good luck learning what they are. They're quite obvious and reasonable to Mihawk, so he might actually struggle to explain them clearly.

Worry not, he's a reasonable teacher as long as you're a reasonable student. Eventually you'll forget you were kidnapped and think you're there to learn from him by your own resolve. >.>

Some Yandere to Soothe the Ache

[cheaploafs]

no fights are ever won without sacrifice

[joannerowling]

Most of the work I've done in trades, even the feminine women didn't wear makeup because it's not practical while you're working.

Well, exactly. It's not practical at work, so when you wear it outside of work in a different context (hanging out with girl friends, dolling yourself up to impress and seduce your partner, etc.), it helps making you truly feel not at work and just like a woman having fun. You could apply this to everything cosmetic, doing your hair, doing your nails, etc. Things you can only do when you have some time just for yourself, some money just for yourself, and are not going to be lifting boxes, serve greasy food, or be at the hospital all day. It's hard to hear then from a woman who does a much less physically exhausting job (bonus if she's a student, doesn't have kids or her own place) tell you, "well you don't have to wear make-up or feel pretty, you could do something else in your free time, you could spend your money for yourself differently in a way that's gonna fulfill you more, like read or do art," etc. because it feels ignorant and judgemental. Red lipstick takes five seconds to apply.

Totally different perspective if you're talking to a teenager or young adult who is at school / at uni and HAS the time for more challenging and fulfilling pursuits, but would rather waste that time and her part-time job money doing the contouring trends she's seen on tik-tok that require 46 different products. Or if you're talking with a woman who DOES feel pressured to wear make-up at work (and be generally "dolled-up") or she could lose her job. Although, to be fair, i suppose a lot of these can be working-class too (service industry).

And what about women who are *religiously forbidden* to "prettify" themselves, less they bewitch every passing man with their beauty? Obviously they have a particular relationship with make-up (among other things). I recommend watching The Seed of the Sacred Fig (set in Iran, it came out this year and it's great) where this topic is brought up in subtle ways.

My point is basically that radblr/radfems usually come into this conversation like a bull in a china shop and with a limited perspective, and that's not how you really incite women to turn to feminism or feminists to help them.

Do you think Rowling will ever publicly oppose porn, makeup, separatism, men's methods of keeping women oppressed, etc?

-> Porn: i think the content of her adult books makes it quite clear that she's against it. I don't think she'll ever talk about it on her twitter in the sense that she probably doesn't want to give it free publicity - kids being the main target of the HP books, after all.

-> Make-up: no, JKR likes make-up. (So do i, for that matter, in moderation.) I think the focus of that particular topic from radfems is often taken to ridiculous lengths (as in, yes it's a problem, but it's not THE issue women face and the disproportionate amount of time put into talking about it is, imo, a clear sign that radblr as a whole has a middle class/bourgeois core).

-> "Men's methods of keeping women oppressed" : you'd have to be more specific for me to answer that. But, again, i think her books make her ideas on the topic much clearer than any rant on twitter would.

[sysig]

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