#this one got a little long

[3amfanfiction]

Back to the Prices

Part 3 of Doll and Darling Hurt/No Comfort, MDNI, Dead dove fic. Please check the trigger warnings Simon takes you back to the Price household. Do you get to see your baby? CW: Kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, noncon/dubcon, 5.4k words I wrote this for @pricegouge after the comment 'they should kiss about it' was made, so you know who to thank for this piece. Thank you for always being willing to bounce ideas with me!! Especially the really out-there ones :) Banner by @/cafekitsune

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When you realize where you're going you begin to vibrate in your seat, dread and excitement warring in your veins. Simon doesn't bother looking over from where he sat next to you, driving the old truck up to the Price house.

It had been several months since Simon made you leave Charlie with them. You had woken up on the drive back from their house and immediately began attacking him again, still filled with a visceral rage. You were yanking at the steering wheel attempting to redirect the truck, hitting and biting him, clawing at any skin you could reach. Simon had eventually slammed your head into the console, knocking you out again when you began clawing at his eyes. When you woke up you were chained in your room again—limited to a tiny radius.

It took a while for you to work your way back up to freedom, not that you had any interest in playing nice for those first few days.

It wasn't until Simon told you, if you're dead you won't be able to see her again that you began to come around. You wanted to see her again—you wanted your baby. You wanted to see her more than you wanted to spite Simon and become a catatonic doll. It was mildly surprising when you first realized that but you came around quickly. You were willing to do anything to see her, even play along in Simon's messed up world.

How much she had changed. Didn't babies change a lot in their first few months? You aren't worried in the least about recognizing her, just what you had missed while you were away. Babies were supposed to recognize the scent of their mother. Would she remember you? Oh god, what if she started crying when you picked her up? It doesn't matter—you'll still get to see her.

The truck had barely sputtered to a stop before you were out and standing in front of it, waiting impatiently for Simon to exit. With a spiteful huff he took his time, forcing you to wait longer, ignoring your longing to go inside the house.

Before you lost your temper and ruined everything, the brightly painted front door swung open and John stepped out. He looked just as handsome as you remembered—a charming grin under bright blue eyes. It was impossible to see the monster you knew lingered under his skin. He looked like any other man.

Simon finally deigned to join you and you walk up to John, quickly climbing the stairs to stand in front of him, twisting your fingers in front of you nervously. He reaches out, placing a palm to your cheek and cradling your jaw. Bringing you in for a quick kiss he doesn't give you the option of pulling away.

"Simon. Doll. It's nice to see you again. Come inside, Darling's waiting for us."

You couldn't help but to look around eagerly as you entered the bright house, ignoring the kiss. You had more important things to worry about, such as trying to catch a glimpse of your baby. Had they changed her name? They must have—You'd never told them what you called her. Tragically you didn't see or hear her. There was detritus tucked away in small corners, indications of the children who lived and played here. Unfortunately there was nothing to say which was Charlie's.

Darling sees you looking around anxiously and speaks up after a quick glance at John. "All three babies are with their grandparents," she said, an attempt at a comforting smile crosses her face. "Olivia learned how—"

"That'll be enough, Darling." John cut her off, causing her jaw to snap closed immediately, the hollow thunk of her teeth meeting just barely heard in the quiet room as her eyes lower to the floor in pardon.

"She's not here?" you question, turning to Simon angrily as your voice begins to rise, fighting a flood of tears that were stinging the back of your nose, "you said—"

"I said we'd be goin' to the Prices and if you behaved you might see her," Simon grumbles, moving towards the living room to pour himself a glass of John's whiskey, "didn't say nothing else."

"You asshole!" you screech, "you knew what I would think when you said that!" Your head whips around the room trying to find something to throw but he stops you in your tracks.

"Depending on how you two behave tonight, you might still get to see her."

You freeze, hope kindling and dying in a fast, vicious cycle before finally, "I don't understand."

"Exactly what he said, Doll," John joins. "If you and Darling behave tonight—if you give us a good show—you'll be able to see her in the morning when her grandparents drop her off."

"They are not her grandparents," you spit furiously, uninterested in playing this game. You don't get a chance to say anything further before John is across the room, holding your cheeks tightly in one big paw as his callouses scratch at your skin.

"She was my child before you even knew who I was," —calm, controlled— "We are her parents and they are her grandparents. I look after my children and if you are going to rock the boat, cause Olivia any kind of bothersome feelings then you won't be seeing her ever again. Easy as."

You frown through teary eyes at him from where he has your cheeks pinched, grinding the soft skin harshly into your teeth. You lips are pursed outward when he gives your head a little shake to rattle your brain, "Understand me?" he asks and oh, that's his Captain voice isn't it?

"I understand."

"You understand, what?"

You debate digging in your heels but decide this isn't the hill you want to die on tonight, "I understand, sir."

"Good girl," he condescends, letting go with a harsh pat to your cheek—practically a slap. "Knew you were a smart one."

You debate spitting on him for a brief moment before you remember Darling's breasts from the last time you were here. Swallowing the saliva you gathered, you counsel yourself, remembering that you're going to play nice. You're going to do whatever you need to in order to see your daughter.

Hopefully it won't be anything too bad.

"You said we had to behave," you start with a quick glance at Darling who is still standing with her hands folded together, looking firmly at the floor, "What does that mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like, pet," Simon grumbles, the amber liquid in his glass glinting in the afternoon sun streaming in through the windows. "You'll be doing everything we tell you to and you'll do it gladly. Enthusiastically, even." The huffed chuckle he lets out sounds like he knows something you don't.

The thought of entertaining these men makes you nauseous, your stomach churning forcefully. It doesn't matter though—Charlie.

You're too nervous to come out and ask what he wants you to do so you turn to John who is still standing in front of you, watching everything happen.

"Joh—"

Your ears are ringing and your face throbs. You miss the gasp that Darling lets out.

What?

John pulls back the hand he had used to slap you. "I don't allow my toys to address me by name," he says dispassionately. "You'll be calling me Sir tonight. Anything else and you won't like the consequences." He turns to look at Simon with a disappointed raised eyebrow, "do you allow her to do whatever she wants while she's with you? I expected her to be better trained."

You keep forgetting he's just like Simon. He hides it better perhaps but the same radioactive sludge runs in his veins, poisoning everyone within reach.

Simon grunts a chuckle as he takes another sip, reclining back on the couch in ease, "Doesn't bother me much so I never did anythin' about it."

Your face throbs and your head spins with the sharp switch from geniality to this. You can't forget that there is a monster hiding behind his handsome eyes. One skill that being with Simon had honed was your ability to breathe through and compartmentalize pain. Taking a steadying breath you force your swimming vision back into focus before raising your head. Charlie, remember Charlie.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I wasn't trying to be rude," you did your best to soothe, avoiding looking him in the eye and taking a page out of Darling's book. She had clearly been with him a while and you knew she was your best bet for making it through this as unscathed as possible.

John—Sir doesn't bother responding to that, walking across the open living room to sit next to Simon, whiskey glass perched next to his seat in wait.

He shifts, getting comfortable before picking up his glass, legs splayed open in a mirror image of the other man. He looks over at Darling who has finally raised her head.

"Darling, why don't you come play with our guest. She seems a little stressed and I know that always calms you down nicely," Jo—Sir orders. What does that mean? Darling seems to understand with the way she doesn't hesitate to step closer to you, stopping directly behind where you're facing the couch and reaching around to grab your breasts.

You can't help but let out a surprised exclamation as you pull away in shock at the unfamiliar touch, surprised at how easy it is to break Darling's grasp after so long with Simon.

Sir tuts in admonishment, a slow click click click of his tongue, "Now now, that's not being good, is it?" He stares at you with stony eyes. "Let's try that again, and this time you're going to stand still, aren't you Doll?"

"Yes, Sir," you mumble, moving back into position as Darling reaches around your chest again. You inhale shakily as her palms find your breasts, fingers locating your nipples with surprising ease. John's eyes warm a touch as he leans back to settle in, Simon doing the same next to him.

You don't know where to look at Darling plays with your nipples, each pinch and tug sending a tiny spark between your legs. Nothing on it's own but building each time, accumulating.

"Warm her up proper," John commands vaguely. Darling has no questions on what that means because she promptly begins to kiss and mouth at your neck.

You jolt in place with a sharp inhale, the sensation lighting a fire under your skin. It had been a long time since you had a truly gentle touch and you find you're without a shield against it now. Each soft caress of Darling's lips and fingers sends a bolt of want straight to your core.

Arching into her touch as the minutes pass, you press your chest more firmly into her hands while tilting your chin, opening up your neck for her to explore. She tasted and teased with abandon, warm where she was pressed up against your back.

Your breath was coming slightly faster when Simon spoke up for the first time since this started, "Take her top off."

You swallow in nervousness before allowing Darling's hands to slide under the fabric by your sides, hot palms brushing your hips and up to your ribs as she trailed her fingers, pulling your shirt up along with her touch.

With a flick of her wrist it was tossed to the side, lose the bra too, and you stood there, top-half exposed waiting for the next decree.

"Well Doll?" Sir asks, "Aren't you going to return the favor?"

So it's going to be this kind of night. It's not great but it could definitely be worse. You wonder if this is supposed to be a punishment or a reward and for whom before Sir's shifting expression reminds you of what you should be doing.

With trembling fingers you turn to face Darling and begin undoing the buttons along the front of her dress starting in the modest V neck. When you reach the last button, just above her waist, she steps back to slide the dress down her legs, stepping out of it smoothly and kicking it over to join your items.

What you saw was breathtaking.

A simple pair of panties covered her curl-hidden mound, plain fabric made beautiful by the plump thighs encompassing it. Darling's soft belly and hips covered the top band, leaving you unable to tell if they were topped with lace or something else.

In place of a bra she was wearing another stunning rope harness.

Darling's skin had healed completely since the last time you saw her when you had caught a glimpse of the rope-burned skin by accident. It was clear there hadn't been another binding session to that extreme since they took in Charlie. Her current harness looked to be for aesthetics and it didn't disappoint.

The light purple rope wrapped wide around Darling's neckline before thickening into an almost braided pattern along her sternum, down between her breasts. The ropes then split off, framing each breast separately, holding it apart and aloft. It was clearly the work of someone well versed in shibari and the detailing was enticing. It encouraged the eyes to follow the natural curve of her body, as if leading you to a hidden oasis.

When you pull your gaze away from the harness and back up to Darling's face, it was clear she was embarrassed by how you were staring. Her eyes hovering off to the side and her lip was between her teeth. It abruptly made you feel horrible about yourself.

Here you were, aroused by what she had done and how she looked and it was because you were both being forced to by the men on the couch. Does it make you the same as them because you're enjoying it too? You don't want that.

In apology and embarrassment you step back, giving Darling room to breathe and facing the couch again, waiting for the next command and trying to get your breathing back under control. Simon's smile curdles your stomach where he's leaned back watching you closely. He looks like he knows every dirty thing that has crossed your mind and finds it funny. He has his legs splayed with a cock chubbing up along one pant leg that he hasn't bothered to do anything with yet. You don't doubt that will only last so long.

"Let's have a kiss," John prompts, ready to continue.

Turning to face Darling once more as she moves smoothly into your reach, you notice her steps gliding easily along the floor. How much was her naturally and how much was training? Because it was clear that she had been trained into being a perfect little housewife for a man who held all the power. Did she begin her relationship willingly or was it like you and Simon where she was grabbed off the street? Has she tried to escape? The curtain-less windows and distance from any neighbors suddenly makes sense. It was all a cage, wasn't it? A warm welcoming cage with blankets and pillows but a cage nonetheless.

As Darling reaches you, you're unable to do more than give a lackluster peck to her lips, still ashamed of how you had gawked earlier. A brief there-and-gone contact that did nothing more than pass your lips across each other.

"You can do better than that," John teases, enjoying your discomfort—reveling in it. You swallow nervously before making eye contact with Darling. Leaning in slowly you tilt your head to the side, your lips pressing to hers, holding for a moment before your tongue darts out to brush her lower lip. When she opens on a slight inhale you take the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

Lifting one hand, you press it against her ribs while the other is placed along the side of her face, cradling her jaw softly, keeping her turned towards you.

Your tongue brushes hers in a soft drag, pulling back briefly before you go in for another taste. You coax her tongue into your mouth, suckling softly before releasing her.

Pulling back you meet her wide-eyed gaze, both of you panting shallowly. She swallows before licking her lips and leaning in for another kiss.

This one is much deeper with Darling thrusting her tongue into your mouth freely, lips shining with spit. It's been so long since you've kissed like this—for no other reason than to enjoy it. You find yourself feeling embarrassingly needy about, wanting to keep her next to you, wanting to keep her lips on yours.

Sudden clapping caused you both to jump, pulling away from each other quickly and turning to look at the couch where Simon was clapping mockingly.

"Now that's what we like to see. You'll be keepin' that up tonight," he subtly threatened, not that you needed reminding. The mean grin on his face did nothing to endear him to you.

"Why don't you two come here and say hi," he adds, urging the two of you over. When you began to make your way to his side of the couch he stops you, "No, I want to say hello to Darling. Doll, you go be nice to the captain."

You freeze, unsure for a moment. Looking over at Darling you can tell she's feeling the same way. Simon isn't nice but at least you know what to expect. And is it really fair to subject Darling to him? Does it even matter considering you can't disobey him anyways?

You move over to Sir, seeing Darling walk over to stand in front of Simon out of the corner of your eye. As soon as she was within arms reach he had his forearm hooked around her waist and was hauling her into his lap. Her brief cry of surprise did nothing but make him laugh as she sat sideways on his thigh with her back against the arm of the couch. Simon wasted no time in reaching out and tugging at her nipples. Pinching them tightly between his index finger and thumb and pulling away sharply, he watched the tissue stretch from between the ropes. When Darling squealed he would hold it there for a moment before finally releasing only to do the same with the other side.

Resurfacing you turn to look at Sir, watching you with a subtle smirk. Well Doll? his raised eyebrow seems to indicate before he says, "I'm not going to do the work for you," and pats his lap, indicating you were to climb on.

Placing a shaking hand on his shoulder for balance you brought one knee up and placed it on the couch. Crawling into place carefully you gently lowered yourself onto his lap, face to face with him.

"Aren't you going to tell me hello?" he asks with a genial expression, hiding his disposition behind an affable exterior. You notice subtle signs though such as his jaw flexing in the weakening light as if he's clenching his teeth at your delay in greeting him.

Even knowing that, you can't help but to admire how handsome he is. The bristles of his jaw looked soft as if he routinely oiled the hair and he smelled pleasantly of smoke and leather. You wanted to dig your face into the notch under his jaw.

"Hello, Sir," you respond immediately, not seeing any reason to dig your heels in.

"Mmmm, that sounds good from your lips, Doll," he purrs, taking another sip of his whiskey before pressing the glass to your mouth, tutting softly when you instinctively try to reach for it. He tilts it up once your hands are placed back in your lap, watching your throat with a rapt gaze as you swallowed the spicy amber liquid.

When he was satisfied he pulled the glass back with a soft, that's my good girl, before setting it off to the side. Your resulting clench was shameful.

You weren't sure how long you'd been with Simon but he had a very specific style about him. One that made you particularly weak to a sweet word or a soft touch. You were just now realizing tonight would probably be worse than you originally thought.

As Sir refocuses on you, you swallow heavily at the blatant want displayed on his face. Without saying anything further he reaches out to play with your chest.

"Fuck me, but you've got some pretty tits, Doll. One of these times I'm going to tie them up all pretty and tight. Watch you squirm as they get sensitive and swollen but not tonight." He leans closer to lick up your throat from collar to ear, hot and wet, "that'll be a treat for another time."

You thought your quiet whimper went unnoticed if not for the resulting clench of his hands where they've found purchase on your hips. He's holding tightly to you, covetous, as if you'll slip off his lap and be gone in the blink of an eye.

Glancing over you see Simon still playing with Darling's nipples, now harshly pebbled and slightly swollen, before his hand drops lower, moving to play with her cunt if not for the firm—

"Not there. She's still healing from the birth so that's off limits," from Sir.

Simon huffs as if he's just been denied a treat but redirects his hand all the same, moving over to squeeze firmly at her thick thighs.

Refocusing on Sir, he grinds you back and forth against his broad, heavily corded thigh using his hands on your hips to guide you in the rhythm he wants. It's shameful how quickly he's able to work you to orgasm while whispering filthy sweet words in your ears—you can do it for me, that's a girl, I bet you look so pretty when you cum, are you going to let me taste it? It's the work of minutes before you're shuddering to a stop, soaking your pants and leaving a damp spot on his leg where you had been grinding languidly.

With a soft there we go sweetheart, doesn't that feel better now? Sir directs you off his lap to stand on shaky legs in front of him once more. A gesture from him has you finish undressing, a softly delighted groan escaping when you stand before him completely naked.

You shift uncomfortably as he takes his time to look at you, picking up his glass for another sip. He has no shame in where his eyes wander until he gets bored and moves the night onward.

You feel a bit like a puppet on a string as Sir directs you and Darling into position. Everyone placed just so for tonight's entertainment. With a final direction you move over to Darling who is laid out on the floor, breath coming slightly too fast—mimicking yours if for different reasons. Her wide eyes are watching you carefully, encouraging you to follow along with his requests when you seem to hesitate, getting caught up in your own head.

With a shaky smile in thanks directed her way you raise one leg, moving to stand over her before kneeling, thighs stretched wide around her soft body. The wet pop of your lips separating when you spread your knees has your face warming and you avoiding eye contact with her even though she going to become intimately acquainted with you shortly.

You're still hovering awkwardly over her chest when Sir comes to stand in front of you and you hear Simon moving around behind you, settling into place between Darling's spread legs.

Sir encourages you to scoot up closer to him. Kneeling over Darling's bound breasts you can feel her hard nipples brushing the soft skin of your inner thighs with every panting breath she took, the soft rope providing a counterpoint.

"Simon has told me how good this pretty mouth is," he says, dragging a thumb along your bottom lip before pushing it between you teeth to rest heavily on your tongue. His forearm and bicep fill your vision, thick dark hair covering his skin, wide wrist supporting a sizable hand. "I'm looking forward to trying it out," the black of his pupil eclipses the blue of his eyes in want. "Darling has quite the gag reflex—I've heard you don't suffer from that anymore."

You hear a harsh slap before you can answer, Darling jerking under you with a shocked squeal. You attempt to look over your shoulder to see what happened but Sir grips your chin tighter, keeping you in place.

"And I'm gonna be taking this tight ass, seein' as how I can't get inside of yer cunt just yet."

You glance down to see Darling looking frantic, as close to panicked as you'd ever seen her. You quickly mumble an incoherent, can I suck your cock first please? around Sir's thumb. When he pulls it back you repeat yourself, practically begging Simon. Turning to look at him you plead, "I'd like to show Sir how good I am, how much better I've gotten with you. Please can't I suck your cock first?" You look at him beseechingly.

Simon pauses and narrows his eyes at you, sitting silent for a moment before smirking in realization. You thought he was going to deny you for a moment before he gestured for you to get to it.

Spinning around to face him, you notice he's shucked his pants and is standing there in the nude, his thick cock pointing downward with the weight of itself. You shuffle closer, gathering saliva in your mouth. As you reach him you spit onto the tip of his dick, immediately chasing it down as you sink your mouth onto him, keeping your hands crossed behind your back where he liked them.

With a soft hmm he grabs your head with both hands before pulling you down to his groin, nose pressed flush to the wiry hair, rocking with you as you subconsciously jerk, trying to clear your airway. His scent fills your brain, musky and tinged slightly with stale sweat as you drool.

"Doll had a hell of a gag reflex too, in the beginning," Simon says to Sir, ignoring you choking between his thighs. "I can train Darling up for you, teach her how to be a proper slut for a cock if you want," he offers with something resembling glee deep in his gaze before pulling back to continue thrusting. You shudder in remembrance before closing your eyes, focusing on the steady thrusts into your mouth and throat as he tilts his head forward to watch you choke on his cock.

He alternates between fast deep thrusts that make you glug with each press and slow shallow rocks that allow you to catch your breath, his hands gripping tightly to the sides of your head so he can control you exactly as he wants. Pulling you in deeply one more time, he holds you there until you begin jerking in oxygen deprivation, tears and spit streaming down your face.

He releases you and you pull back with a cough, sucking in air as deeply as possible. As you draw back you make sure to leave as much spit as possible along his shaft. Simon has no time for lube as he's shown you again and again in the time you've been with him. At least this way you can make it easier for Darling to take him.

Panting as you turn around you crawl on spread knees back up to Darling's face, who is looking at you with abject horror at the thought of being trained to take Simon like that. You don't have reassurance to offer her so instead you look away, continuing your shuffle until you're perched above her face one more, facing Sir who is standing at her head. You're ashamed to know that Darling's view is full of sticky strands of arousal coating your thighs.

"Go ahead, have a seat," Sir says, palming his cock.

Lowering yourself, you sit on your heels over Darling's face and come into contact with a warm wet mouth that leaves you breathless for a different reason. It's here that you know Simon has begun to press into her because you feel her breath hitch and little whimpers are pressed against your skin as she licks and sucks from your slit up to your clit.

You struggle to focus on Sir standing in front of you, slowly stroking himself. Although not as big as Simon he is by no means small. A thick cock springs up from a healthy bed of dark curls, curved slightly upwards. You know it's going to be just as much of a struggle as Simon's was to take.

Leaning forward slightly while keeping your eyes on his, you mouth at his tip, tongue flicking forward to play with the slit and lap up the bead of precum that had begun pooling when you were with Simon. He breathed a low moan of pleasure as you took him in your mouth, slowly sinking deeper, letting saliva pool as you went.

You pause as he hits the back of your throat, breathing for a moment before swallowing him down, welcoming him into the tight passage—filling you. You hold for a moment, letting him enjoy the tight press of your esophagus before pulling back and focusing on the head for a moment. When you sink back down you find yourself moaning as his hand finds the back of your head to guide you in his preferred rhythm.

Tears gather at your lashline as you bob, chasing his release at the same time as your own. Oral was something you enjoyed and being held captive hadn't changed that, no matter how shameful it made you feel.

You remember Darling underneath you as she begins to suck in vigor, focusing on your clit with occasional dips to your opening. She keeps her hands on your thighs, not having been given permission to use them. You rock against her face in little sways of your hips, grinding down when the feeling gets to be a bit too ticklish for your liking. Flattening her tongue, she lets you chase your finish.

Taking initiative with Sir you reach up to roll his balls in your hand, cupping them and squeezing lightly, giving a soft tug with every thrust. His panting huffs fill your ears as Darling works below you, sucking your clit into her mouth to lightly bite on. The action has you moaning where you're pressed against Sir—having moved down to take his balls into your mouth.

Your jaw aches by the time Sir looks up at Simon and commands, "Touch her clit," no doubt having noticed Darling squirming beneath you as Simon continued to fuck into her roughly. Simon doesn't even bother looking up.

"She can come on my cock or not at all."

"My Darling is a good girl, Simon," Sir chastises, "You can do whatever you want with your slag," he gives a deep grind into your throat, crushing your nose to his pubic bone, huffing a laugh as you gag, "but you treat my Darling right."

Simon doesn't say anything for a moment and you almost think he's going to ignore his captain before he grumbles quietly and spits on Darling's clit, reaching down to start strumming it in a furious manner.

With a muffled wail she comes beneath you, vocalizations muted where she's pressing firmly into your cunt, the hot vibrations enough to send you careening over the edge as well.

Simon doesn't bother to stop flicking her clit, not until he's cumming, enjoying her quiet whimpers and whines from underneath you as she thrashes in overstimulation.

With a few more thrusts Sir also finishes, filling your throat with warm spend. You swallow, grateful for the break and try to subtly stretch out your jaw in preparation for the next round.

Because there's always a next round.

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[sssammich]

1 and 2 for character ask game for... Lena and Kara actually. Am curious.

lol me too let's see what comes out of my brain! im gonna assume 1 and 2 for each of them and not 1 and 2 respectively. oh well i love to type so here we go

kara:

Why do you like or dislike this character?

oh i love that she is actually so very flawed and a little terrible if i look at her character really closely. and i think that's what makes her so much more compelling to me. she's this superhero that's meant to uphold hope, help, and compassion for all and boy does she sometimes get it wrong! she gets cowardly about stuff, she gets impulsive about her decisions, she really is the punch first think later which, you know, has consequences. she's a caped contradiction of ideals and behaviors and i like that about her so much. like, i think her cowardice in revealing herself to lena and the fact that she'll face danger head-on without a second thought for her wellness and safety sometimes in the name of saving the world is two sides of the same coin. and i think that makes for such a complex character.

Favorite canon thing about this character?

she has terrible excuses like she's the worst liar? lmao funniest thing about her tbh! also it does crack me up when she puts her hands on her waist all the time

lena:

Why do you like or dislike this character?

well im not gonna lie to you, but i have a long and established record of loving and gravitating towards rich bitch brunettes with terrible family dynamics, arguably morally gray behaviors, high aptitude and/or social capital, and who are specifically emotionally constipated with otherwise good hearts. so, it was literally a forgone conclusion.

aside from those things, i like lena because she's unwavering in her efforts. she tries and she tries and she tries. so i mean, at this point, what's not to love about a character like that?

Favorite canon thing about this character?

oh there are many it's hard to pick just one tbh but i guess one that springs up to mind is that instead of exacting revenge with destruction and mass chaos, her fix of humanity was to heal them of pain LOL like girl ok

character ask meme

[tamedgod]

What are the trends when it comes to writing that you adore?

What are trends when it comes to writing that you dislike?

what i like:

idk if i'm just finally on the right side of tumblr or what, but i love love love me a good soft character, especially if they're a lady. soft female ocs were the bane of the writing community when i first started writing; the term mary sue was very popular at the time and was used very liberally when it came to any female character that wasn't overly sexualized, cold, distant, emotionless. while it's cool those characters exist, it made it frustrating to write at the time, so i'm glad that soft ladies are a bit more accepted in the scene :)

i'm a big fan of personal lore??? like yes fam, make more shit up???? whether it's steeped in pre-existing mythos or you make up your own world or species or anything else, i have mad mad respect. PLEASE tell me all about your shit, let me help you DEVELOP your shit, let me WRITE in this universe of your own making. i know from past experience writing haru that getting others into your lore can be challenging, but i promise you can always infodump about it to me.

having been writing on this site for over a decade now, the slow evolution from toxic, fetishized lbgt rep to the now abundantly healthier rep is a BIG plus for me. i love diverse cast and characters, and i love that this place has become a haven for better rep (this is at least my experience over the years).

what i don't like;

ahhh i hesitate to talk about stuff like this, but i am not a big fan of callout posts / culture. as someone who's lived through too much drama in my twenty-eight years, online and offline, the rise of callout culture in the rp community here just served to add extra stress for me. there are definitely shitty people on here whose behavior should not be excused, but to me there's no point in expending all that energy to hate them and shit on them. block, report, blacklist, and just forget about them. take it from someone who spent years of their life expending energy on hating someone to the point of obsession and exhaustion; you'll be and feel a lot healthier if you just cut them loose and leave them behind.

while i feel lgbt rep has improved over the years i've been here, i can't necessarily say the same for diversity in terms of color. on my old occult multimuse (can be found at @magmarisen if you want to explore, but it's inactive), i tried very hard to ensure i had a healthy amount of rep and culture in my characters. there are folks i don't associate with anymore that i can't say the same for, whose characters were always straight white folks. while this isn't necessarily an issue overall, i just personally don't care for that trend. part of writing is expanding your knowledge, understanding, and writing diverse characters to keep things fresh. add some zest to your muse list!!! variety is the spice of life!!!!

gonna end this one with uhhhhhh if you still don't want to write with ocs (fandom or indie) in 2023 then damn dude quit being a coward. like to each their own, but the trend that ocs have to jump through hoops of fire to even potentially qualify to write with you (and trust me i know this feeling all too well) is just absurd. every character ever written is an oc, some of them just happen to have public lore. you taking an established / canon character and giving them your own take and headcanons is, funnily enough, pretty much making that muse your oc. part of writing with someone is talking to them; ask them about their ocs. if you want to know something and you can't readily find it somewhere, just ask. i'm sure you'd make their day. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[darkmasterofcupcakes]

Date Night (Part 1)

Prompt from @woodworkzz who suggested a murder-date for Paige and Tony

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“I’m bored,” Paige announced, pouting as she sat down on Tony’s lap, momentarily distracting him from the cup of coffee he’d just begun to drink. The time-keep gave a small grunt of annoyance at the action, but otherwise did his best to ignore her. 

Unfortunately for him, Paige seemed determined to ensure his attention was on her, making a sound that was somewhere between a hum and a whine as she played with the facial hair on his chin. It took almost two minutes before Tony came to the conclusion that ignoring her wasn’t going to work, and so he may as well address the issue.

“If you’re so bored, then why don’t you work on one of your art projects?” he asked, barely giving her a glance. It was an obvious question, he knew, but he also knew it was not unlike Paige to ignore an obvious solution to any problem she had. Normally it didn’t bother Tony much - if Paige wanted to waste her own time, that wasn’t any business of his, but he had things planned for today; things he couldn’t exactly do with her sitting on his lap, and he didn’t want to waste the time keeping her out of his way. 

Paige didn’t answer at first, just continuing to stroke his jaw with her fingertips, the touch just barely hard enough for Tony to feel it as he took another drink from his mug. “None of them feel fun right now,” she finally confessed. Speaking more to herself than to her partner, she added, “I want to get out of this house for a bit. It feels like it’s been forever.”

 She suddenly grabbed Tony’s jaw with strength that would have been a shock for anyone who didn’t know her, forcing him to actually look at her for the first time since she’d joined him at the table. 

“We need a date night,” the creative woman announced, her currently blue eyes practically shimmering with excitement as she spoke. There was also a slightly dangerous gleam that made Tony instantly understand that by the end of this proposed date, at least part of the town would literally be painted red, and not with acrylics. He couldn’t help but feel somewhat intrigued, nor could he deny that it had been some time since they’d both gotten out of the house.

Still, she was being somewhat irritating with her behavior right now, and he was in no mood to reward her for it. “It’s not even noon, dear,” he replied coolly, forcing himself to resist the urge to grin at the way she frowned at his words. “If you’re so interested in a date night, you should have asked much later.”

Paige scoffed in response, finally climbing off of Tony’s lap and heading out of the kitchen and upstairs; presumably to her room, but it didn’t matter all that much to Tony at the moment. Perhaps if she returned with one of her fountain pens or other weapon, he’d be more concerned, but for the time being, his coffee was more deserving of his attention. 

He finished the coffee fairly quickly (even with the occasional pause to listen to the sound of Paige causing a small racket upstairs - searching for something in her mess of drawers and so-called “organizers”, no doubt), and as he went to rinse out the cup, Tony couldn’t help but consider Paige’s earlier proposition. As much as he was loath to admit it when she’d made the observation while acting so childishly, the truth of the matter was that neither of them had really further than fifty feet from the house - and even that distance had been reserved for the loser of one of their more recent duels. And he couldn’t deny, now that the suggestion had been made, the idea of spending a few hours in town did sound enjoyable; and having Paige with him would certainly add to the excitement of the night.

Still, Tony knew he couldn’t simply go upstairs and tell her he’d changed his mind about going out; both because it was still much too early to be considered night, and he wasn’t exactly eager to deal with the inevitable teasing from Paige when she took the change of heart as an admission of his being wrong in the earlier conversation. The issue of it being too early was easy enough to deal with - waiting until nightfall might be a touch dull, but the furthest thing from impossible, 

Dealing with Paige, however, that was an entirely different story. He supposed he could try a sneak attack a little later, and simply bring her to an alley in town while he waited for her to revive. Even if she was upset at him for the act, he was fairly certain she’d be too distracted by the desire to engage in some fun to retaliate. Though, there was the chance that she’d leave him to his own devices, despite the fact that would be completely against the idea of a “date”....But that was Paige - frustratingly unpredictable, and yet somehow able to make it almost endearing. 

Tony scoffed slightly to bring himself fully back to the present, turning on the water at the tap to finish cleaning his coffee mug. “Plenty of time to figure it out”, he told himself as he grabbed a small towel to dry off the ceramic (he refused to put his favorite mug in the dishwasher, despite the instance of their “housemates” that the item would not be chipped or otherwise damaged). “The sun won’t set for hours, after all.” 

Once the mug was clean and dry, Tony went upstairs to his room/workshop, glancing out of the corner of his eye to see if Paige was still in her room; based on how the door was closed and the fact that he could hear the familiar sound of pencil scratching on paper, it seemed she was. And better yet, she seemed to be distracted - for the time being - meaning Tony would have time to think, and to plan. He smiled just slightly to himself, stepping into his room and closing (and locking) the door behind him.

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FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 61-64)

* I-I don't think we were talking about the same thing...

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[weirdglassthing]

GRIMMORNING NATION RISEEE. Criminal lack of grimmorning on this site so I’m making it my personal mission to spread my propaganda

Ignore whatevers going on with torbek, even I don’t know. I just drew some lines for his body and called it a day

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[zephyrchama]

Yeah, pact commands are powerful and allow you to control the Seven Rules of Hell any time you desire. Pact commands are a little intense though. You can probably get the same outcome by bopping them on the head with a flimsy cardboard paper towel tube.

The great part is that this also works on demons you don't have a pact with, reapers, and other humans (even powerful sorcerers).

The longer your cardboard tube, the more power you wield and the greater your authority becomes. The downside is they can wrestle the tube away from you. But, y'know, until that happens you feel so mighty.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

déjà vu

déjà vu : a french term that translates to "already seen." It is a phenomenon where an individual feels a strong sense of familiarity or recognition with a current situation.

bnha chap. 362 n 403 spoilers ! childhood friends to lovers can you tell i'm inlove with this trope oooorrr…, angsty?? bittersweet hurt/comfort ?? fem reader, reader's height isn't specified but is shorter than katsuki's, reader gets a bit insecure but katsuki fixes that up rq, reader is very mushy n inlove with katsuki, (but aren't we all) katsuki loves reader very much in return

in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.

he thinks about primary school. you’re both ten, double digits. foolishly believing you were all grown up. katsuki’s fingers are white and dry from cleaning up the chalkboard, since you guys were tasked for clean up duty today.

or at least, you were. but your classmate suddenly vanished without a word and katsuki, as nice and helpful as he was (to you, at least) decided to stay behind to help you, don’t ask him where your cleaning buddy went, he has absolutely no idea and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.

“ y’know—” he starts, soaking the soggy sponge into the water bucket next to him, then squeezing it out. “when we’re done with this stupid school stuff, i’ll go pro.” he states, slapping the sponge onto the board, creating a loud splat noise.

you, having heard this time and time before, simply look at him and smile, placing your classmates chairs on top of their desks row by row “mhm, i know !” you grin “ 'n you’ll be number one, right ?” you’re standing in between two desks, hands playing with your uniform skirt behind your back.

“hell yeah i will !” katsuki boasts, smirking. he scrubs at the board a little more vigorously.

“bad word !” you tease, giggling as you point at him “ 'm gonna tell miss you said a cuss word again !”

he huffs, turning around to scrunch his nose up and stick his tongue out at you, you stick yours out back playfully. “as if i care ! yer too much of a wuss to snitch on me anyways.”

“no I’m not, i’ll do it right now !” katsuki rolls his red eyes at you, returning to his task and wiping the board down in a zig zag motion. “ i don’t care” he reiterates.

you pout at his back and just then get an idea you’re sure will piss him off, a cat like grin pulls at your lips.

“okaaayy … then i’ll just tell your mom !” you sing, bursting into giggles when he swiftly turns around and waves the wet sponge in your direction. he’s too far to reach you but you dodge anyway, just to mess with him.

“no you won’t.”

“yeah, i will !” you counter, blowing a raspberry at him. you both break out into a fit of giggles when he aggressively dips the sponge into the water and flicks the droplets at you once more, before he decides to close the distance and chase you around your cramped little classroom growling and screaming, threatening you with the dirty sponge.

you’re squealing and giggling and laughing, trying to fend him off with a broom and even then, at ten. then when the concept of cherishing memories of the time you spend together wasn’t even an afterthought in his mind, katsuki remembers wishing he could stay with you like this forever.

when you’re both out of breath the classroom is just as messy—if not messier than it usually is. you give eachother a look then belly laugh some more.

you’re picking up chairs again and katsuki’s helping you, so it goes even faster. you don’t wanna go home because you won’t be seeing him anymore, but you have to admit your eager to finish and leave school.

katsuki’s back is to you on the second row and he can’t see you looking at him from the back row, he decides it’s time he says what he wanted to say before you got distracted. he clutches the legs of the chair he’s holding a little tighter.

“hey,” his voice comes suddenly in the quiet, it surprises you a little, you hum in response “ 'm really gonna go pro when we’re done with school, y’know.” he insisted.

you tilt your head wearily, looking at him with his back still turned to you. “yeah, i know.” you respond “you said that already.” you’re confused, he can’t hear the scrapping noise of the wooden chairs anymore, it’s annoyingly too quiet now.

“ you’re coming with me” he pauses, turning to you a little so you catch a peak of his quickly reddening face. it sounds like a statement but even then you know better. you don’t miss a beat, nodding furiously “uhuh, always !” his cheeks flare up more as he turns fully towards you. he walks over until the only thing separating you is the desk in between. he turns his back to you again to lean against the desk seperating you both.

“you’ll be with me, and we’ll be pro's together” he maintained. he feels his chest tighten when you offer him more of your pretty bright smiles and nods, you smile at him the way he knows you don’t with the other boys in class who are stupid enough to think they deserve even a second of your time and it makes him feel a little bit more confident as he speaks more clearly “a-and I’ll be number one, and you’ll be number two. but not behind me, with me, yknow ?” he feels stupid for having to explain himself but you don’t mind, as long as you can stay with katsuki you don’t mind which number you are. you move across the table so you can stand next to him. you nod and he let's out a little huff and a smile starts pulling at his mouth.

"a-and" he gulps " 'n then—i'll marry you."

it's quiet for just moment.

and then you register what he said and feel your entire body heat up.

"w-wha ?! " you sputter "marry me ?!" your wide eyes startle him as he glances at you but refuses to look over again. he's red to the tips of his ears, pulling at the bottom of his now longer tucked in shirt. despite the growing lump in his throat, he nods.

"mhm," he kicks at an eraser laying on the floor, the only noise heard coming from it hitting a wall a little further. you don't see where, you're still looking at him. " my ma says i can't do it now, since it's...illegal, or something." he scoffs dissaprovingly "b-but..when 'm older," he sucks in a breath, then suddenly turns to you causing you to sit up straighter in suprise, you feel your hands gripping the desk tighter and tighter as your face feels more and more on fire. "when i'm older—i'll do it. that way, none of those other losers will look at you."

he looks way more flustered than you but he's sitting up straight still, eyes determined and unwavering and it knocks the wind out of you, because for as long as you can remember katsuki's been the coolest.

there's absolutely no doubt in your mind he's embarrassed. if his face wasn't a dead give away, his posture and demeanor give it away just as much. you've known him for a long time now, since you were 6 years old and he had walked up to you. little newbie you, who had transferred in the middle of the school year and with nobody to play with. he was there, head held high with his friends in tow behind him, demanding to know what your quirk was and the rest was history.

katsuki persists even when he knows the odds are low, he perseveres and keeps kicking and punching and blowing up everything in his path where anyone else would've given up while they had the chance. like when he fought against those 4th graders while you were all still only in 2nd grade. his face was all messed up and he had a nosebleed, but he ended up winning. because he swore he would keep winning.

'cus that's what heroes do.'

katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'd win. even here, when he isn't fighting, instead confessing to you. he's red-faced, embarrassed out of his mind and nervous, but his shoulders are squared and there's no doubt in his eyes after he had just told you he would marry you. when he thought about being older, he thought about you being there with him.

and even after what you'd heard all you can think is that your katsuki is so cool.

so with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty little cramped classroom, you give him your response.

"mhm ! "

katsuki thinks about his last year of middle school.

today's the last day of your middle school life before you go off to high school and katsuki couldn't be happier to leave this shitty school. he's 15 now. older, but besides his features, remained the same (to you, at least) .

it's your last day and you finish it off with cleaning duty, ironically, and he remembers that day back in elementary. then proceeds to shake it off, hoping to shake off the embarrassing memories. but it doesn't seem to work because it feels like the universe is seriously fucking with him.

you're the one tasked with cleaning duty again and with your cleaning buddy, yet again, being nowhere to be found. katsuki yet again staying behind to help you out. and again, katsuki has absolutely no idea where your buddy went and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.

it shouldn't be anything new, he stays and helps, albeit begrudingly, every time you have cleaning duty. but it feels different somehow. katsuki chalks it up to it being the end of the year.

the only difference from last time is you actually finish in record time. usually, that would've been great news, less time at school and even more free time katsuki can spend with you.

but you're quiet today.

you usually chat his ear off, and just because it's you, he chat's right back. wether you're messing around teasing each other or just talking about your day at school or who's house you're staying over at for the afternoon and which movie you're watching, you're always talking about something. it's comforting where he'd usually think it to be annoying with anyone else. but they aren't you.

and he doesn't like it.

when you finish you reach for your bag sitting neatly on top of your desk but katsuki stops you, grabbing your wrist. the feel of your soft skin has him involentarily flushing lightly, he ignores it in favor of squeezing your wrist when you don't immediately look back at him.

"what's up with you ?" he questioned gruffly. it comes out harsh, but that's not what you hear. you've known katsuki for a long time, after all. he's worried, you can tell. his words are rough around the edges but his eyes are soft, filled with care and the soft stroke of his thumb against you skin sends slight shivers down your spine when you turn to look at him shyly.

you open your mouth to deny him, but he can practically read your mind "don't give me that 'nothinngg' bullshit" your nose scrunches at the way his voice raises in pitch as he crudely mimicks you and a little smirk pulls at his face for only a moment before it falls again " don't go lyin' to me. know i hate that shit" he rasped.

you sigh, he's known you just as long as you'd known him after all.

you lean against your desk and he copies you, your shoulders brushing as he scoots himself a little closer to you. you jump up a little to sit on your desk, you're the same height as him like this. he scoots a little closer and turns to look at you, placing his hands on your desk to lean on it, fingers inches away from yours.

"i just—" you faltered "this our last day of school. when the day is over we'll be high schoolers." you stated. katsuki scoffs jokingly and leans a bit closer to you "what ? you tellin' me youre gonna miss this dump ? last i heard, you were the first one who wanted to leave so you wouldn't have to deal with mr. nakamura anymore." he jests, trying to lighten the mood as best he could, the worry in his eyes still shining bright. a smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you huff out a little giggle.

"yeah well, i won't be missing mr. nakamura. or his stupid tests" you pretend to shiver as you cringe "at all." katsuki let's out a cute chuckle. he's like a magnet, you feel yourself scooting closer to where he's leaning next to you, like you're being pulled closer to him, you don't mind. you never mind being close to katsuki.

"but..?" he coaxed, knowing that wasn't all you wanted to say.

"but.." you continue "but i'll miss this, yknow ? like—the school itself wasn't..the best" katsuki scoffs in response but doesn't interrupt "the teachers weren't either. but—i dunno—this. being here." you confess, you stare down at your shoes as you kicks your legs aimlessly into the air " we've spent such a long time here, and now we're leaving. we went from being the youngest—to the oldest, to going back to being the youngest again, and that in itself isn't the problem.."

"then what is ?" he raises a brow.

"we're gonna be in a completely different school, with completely different people—"

"but we'll be together." he interrupts "you said you wanted to go to ua too" you said you were gonna stay with me is what he wants to say, but it's childish and that wouldn't be fair to you.

"of course, i still do !" you reassure "but—there'll be tons of new, strong, cool people at ua.."

"maybe even stronger and cooler than me.." you trail off. you don't need to say more for katsuki to understand what you mean and it pissed him off.

"shut up." he growls.

"katsuki—"

"no. shut the fuck up." he's right in front of you before you can blink. you reflexively part your legs and he takes the opportunity to stand even closer to you, right in your space. you feel your cheeks warm at the proximity, you’re close enough to see it's apparently affecting him too, his cheeks turning a cute pink but as stubborn as your katsuki is he doesn't budge. as usual.

you don't exactly know what you and katsuki are. you know you like him, you know you have for a long time. and you'd like to believe he likes you too. he doesn't act the way he does with you the way he does with his other friends (or his lackeys as he calls them, you're the only one he openly calls his friend) but he doesn't really have anyone close to him besides you, so you don't know if he'd act this way with someone else.

the thought leaves a nasty taste in your mouth, so you decide to focus on something else. something else being katsuki, of course, he's all up in your space. his gaze not allowing you to look or even think about anything else but him.

"who i meet at ua doesn't fuckin' matter, they'll all be weaksauce compared to me anyway" he states smugly, causing you to huff out a laugh again " i don't care if theyre cool, or strong" his nose scrunches up in disgust as he quips venomously "i don't care about any of that—and i don't hang out with you because of that either—i fuckin' care about you because you're you."

your heart stutters.

" what, you think i hang out witcha because of superficial shit like that ? you mockin' me or something ?"

"no, no course not !" you insist, shaking your head.

" exactly, so don't..." he huffs, looking away from you towards the ground, there's a random eraser lying on the ground and he kicks it "don't go saying dumb shit like that."

"i don't waste my time with just anyone, 's why i'm wastin' it with your ass" he jokes, chuckling when you squeeze his nose in response. supressing a smile you whine at him when he leans forward to bite yours.

"katsuki, you're gross !" you giggle as you push at his face, he smiles lightly at the sound of your laughter, one of his favorite sounds. "ya started it." he disputes weakly, his smile turning into a smirk when you groan and then it falls again as he looks at you seriously.

" but seriously" he starts "i mean it, y'know. don't just say shit to say it"

"i know" you smile. he grunts in acknowledgement then continues.

"i don't care about how cool those future ua asshats are gonna be. you're different, you're not like that—i mean—that's not what i look at—what i see with you" he fumbles around for his words and groans, slamming his forehead against your shoulder. you're used to katsuki being physical, but that was usually when he was being annoying, pinching and prodding and biting at you. he's rarely ever this affectionate. it's different, but nice..really nice, so you savor it while you can. your fingers twitch a little closer to his and you decide to take a leap of faith, placing your hands ontop of his. he flinches and you're about to pull back when he grips your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. you feel him huff into your uniform. his hair tickles as he shuffles his head deeper inside your shoulder.

"you're not like those other losers, y'not like anyone" he explains "you're—when you're around it's like you're glowing. you're bright and when you talk, everyone sorta—gets pulled towards you like you're some typa magnet" his hands get warmer against yours as he speaks. you're surprised that he sees you this way, when that's practically the same way you see him.

" you pull people in so easily, and it pisses me off that you don't realise it. you are strong, and cool and everything else but that's not all you are. s'not all i care about."

"you're annoying. and whiney. extremely annoying, actually" he chuckles, and you pull at his ear "but—" he continues "but you're..fun to be around or whatever, wouldn't be around you otherwise. you're too fuckin' nice and your taste in music isn't bad" katsuki grumbles.

he wants to say more, so much more. he wants to say he thinks the way you immerse yourself when you're watching a movie together is adorable. the way you hold yourself back from commenting during the movie so as not to be annoying, even thought he could listen to you naming street signs and never get bored. the way your eyes light up when you get your grade back for a test you had studied your ass off for, when you come to him showing off your hard work it makes him want to hold you and never let go. he wants to say the way you're not scared to banter and bicker with him, the way your nose scrunches up when you try to hold in your laughter when he passes you a crudely drawn picture of your homeroom teacher, the way you smile at him whenever you see him, whenever he shares his umbrella or your lunches even though you have your own and he has his, makes him want to kiss you silly.

he wants to say all this and more, but he knows the words won't come out right, they never do. but somehow you understand and it's another thing he admires—that he loves about you.

"i...didn't know you felt that way" is all you can quietly muster up. you're cute, he feels you squeezing his hands a little tighter " yeah you didn't, cus i didn't tell you" he ribbed. you huff out a 'dont be annoying" gruffly and he chuckles. the asshole.

your asshole, though, your heart decides.

you're both quiet, everything is quiet and you're happy, reassured. you'd be happy if this is where the conversation ended but katsuki never fails to surprise you today it seemed.

" 'sides" he squeezes your hands tighter "i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ? how can i do that if i'm not around you, hah ?"

you're heart skips approximately three beats at the memory of his promise and you lean back to look at his fully red cheeks and his fleeing eyes.

"you still remember that ?" you ask incredulously. he rolls his eyes but you can tell it's simply to save face as he responds " of course i do. wasn't that long ago."

"but—we were like—ten when that happened. "

"so ?" he responds simply "doesn't change nothin'. i told you, i don't say shit to just say it."

you're flustered and so utterly confused, but there's a happy feeling bubbling in your stomach at his words " but we're not even dating !"

"we're not ?" of course not , he knows he hadn't properly asked you to be his girlfriend. but he figured if he talked about the memory that seemed to refuse being pushed aside, he could casually sneak by what he was too embarrassed to ask. but of course, you never make it easy for him.

"no, we aren't" you pout, crossing your arms at him. he grumbles, reaching to pull your arms away from your chest but you're stubborn, he was right about you being extremely annoying. "cut that out," he hissed.

"mm-mm ! " you shake your head "you can't just decide we're together. i didn't even know you liked me like that.." you trail off shyly. katsuki looks utterly baffled "hah?! whaddya mean you didn't know ? you don't see me actin' like this with anyone else do you ?"

"that's cus you're mean to everyone else !" you choked out, puffing your cheeks out at him.

"well yeah ! but—that's the thing, i'm not mean to you !" he defends, faltering when you raise a brow at him "fuck off, m'not that mean ! i'm just messing with you !" he rebutted. you simply roll your eyes at him and after a moment he sighs.

"fine" he concedes "i should've told you i liked you, i don't just decide that i want you to be my girlfriend when it's convenient for me or something" he keeps quiet about how you could of also told him you liked him as well for now, for fear of you getting moody at him again.

you still look away from him and he groans "hey c'mon, look at me." he utters sincerely. after a minute, you offer him a glance and he takes his opportunity, turning your face towards him, holding back a grin when he feels how warm your cheeks are.

"do you...wanna be my girlfriend ?" he stammers, looking at you with his red cheeks and bashful red eyes, and yet his gaze doesn't falter.

so cool.

it's your last day of middle school, your last day before you go off to a different school with different people. but with your katsuki by your side, and that's all that matters to you.

and with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty classroom, you give him your response by pressing your lips to his softly.

katsuki thinks about the night before today, when you'd knocked at his door in the dead of night.

usually, on any other day, he'd have scolded you for being up so late but would've ended up letting you in anyway. but lately, things hadn't been as they had been before..everything happened. and he could tell you were upset, so he simply let you in without a word.

you take the liberty of laying down in his bed like you used to back at his house and back at the dorms. he doesn't mind. it feels familiar, comforting.

he lies down next to you and you immediately latch onto him, seeking his warmth. with your head in his chest, you hold onto him tightly, like he'll dissapear if you don't. he clings to you just as tightly.

"what's up with you ?" he mumbles sleepily, softer than when he would've if he were more awake, but still focusing all of his attention onto you.

he feels you shake against his chest "jus' wanted to be wif you" he hears you mumbles. he presses his lips to the top of your head, pressing a sweet little kiss onto it as you breathe "you know that's bullshit." he reprimands, he feels you squeeze him tighter. he squeezes your waist twice, his warm hands running up and down your sides "c'mon, talk to me" he prodded

you look up at him and he looks down at you. your eyes are glossy, he can tell even in the dark and he's sure you were crying a little. his theory is confirmed when he hears you let out a little sniffle, his heart breaks at the sound. his heart breaks even more when you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping at the front of his shirt.

"baby," he pleads softly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, mouth and cheeks when you whine. "tell me what's bothering you, yeah ?"

"m'just—you're gonna be fighting tomorrow, and we all are and i know you're strong but you'll be in the front lines against him" you blubbered, you hiccup as tears roll down your cheeks " and i know you're strong. but katsu, i can't—" you gasp. he shushes you softly, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips. he knows what you're gonna say, he knows you're worried. he's known you for so long after all.

he hated himself the day he woke up after the first war. when he woke up to you crying at his side, with you yourself still being injured. he hates how much he worried you that day and he knows that the fleeting glances you give him whenever you have a briefing with the pro's, the way you stare off at nothing whenever you catch a glimpse of his scars, are all out of worry for him. he did the same after he had found out you had also been heavily injured during the brawl, so he can't say he wouldn't do the same way.

"baby, babe—look at me" he intones softly, grabbing onto your tear stained cheeks to get you to look at him, he's close so he's sure you can see him despite the darkness. he can't help pressing another kiss to your lips " nothing's gonna happen, okay ?" he reassures, rubbing your cheek softly.

"i can't see you like that again, katsuki. i just can't" you whimper, leaning into his hand.

"you won't, promise you won't." he vows. he knows you're even more worried because you'll both be in different areas and he hates he won't be able to keep his eye on you. but you're strong and cool and everything else, so he trusts you'll be okay "i need you to trust me"

"i do" you sniffle, taking a deep breath "i do trust you, but i just—don't wanna see you get hurt, kacchan"

he sighs softly, staring at you lovingly as he pulls you towards his chest. you nuzzle against him and he presses his mouth to the side of your head. "i can't promise i won't be gettin' hurt, s'gonna happen on the job" he says carefully, rubbing your back "but i promise i'll always come back to you. no matter how fucked up i get, i'll win. for you." he declares, feeling you shove your head deeper against his shoulder.

you remember how despite getting extremely injured by shigaraki, he recovered in record time. it seemed nothing could stop your boyfriend from proving to the world he was the best. because katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. because to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'll win.

and despite the worry and the fear gnawing at you, you can't help but think your katsuki is so fucking cool.

so you nod against his shoulder and he feels the collar of his shirt grow wet, but he doesn't mind as your grip on him loosens lightly until you can feel yourself falling asleep.

before you fall though, you hear katsuki speak.

"besides, i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ?"

he feels you smile into his neck, and you give him your response by happily nodding into his shoulder with a hum.

in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.

he thinks of the promises he's made. he thinks of the promise he made to his old hag to not cause you, such a sweet girl, too much trouble. he remembers the promise he made to his old man to stay safe while he went out on patrol and when he'd fight against shigaraki for the second time. he remembers the promise he made to himself to get his limited edition all might card signed one day. and he remembers the promise he'd made when he said he'd always, always come back to you.

and he remembers the promise he'd made to marry you. the promise that you both would be together and none of the other losers would look at you.

so when he awakens, katsuki doesn't bother to ask why or how.

he simply fights and keeps fighting, so he can win, no matter how fucked up he gets.

and always, always come back to you.

[blackkatdraws2]

The narrator and the ugly ahh protagonist [Blank Scripts AU/non-canonical]

[beif0ngs]

ONE PIECE ENDING 19 || Raise by Chilli Beans

[starlystudios]

He’s got him in a ball, guys.

Animated version! I made a GIF but the file was too large, womp womp :(

[butch--dean]

Head in my hands FOR 11 SEASONS CAS WAS GAY

[chronicowboy]

we as a collective do Not talk about this line delivery nearly enough and for good fucking reason, i'll kill bradley james for this one line alone. he's just a little boy :'((

[bloobydabloob]

Holy shit I love your Dirk interpretations, it's so true and I could talk about this shit forever. I feel like another part of his character that people seem to forget (along with Roxy for some reason) is that he's from the future in solitude in an apocalyptic wasteland. I just see that part of his character always removed which is disappointing because I feel like that's a pretty big part, especially regarding his themes around technology, his brother's theme of Time, his own isolation, and how he plays in the vastness of the universe and spacetime.

Art I drew related to the subject because I like to respond to asks with art.

But absolutely. I certainly understand where the lack of discussion over his isolation + upbringing comes from, considering a majority of the fanbase that I have seen builds their ideas based on their own version of postcanon. I’m not entirely sure how that would be fixed, but certainly even in the somewhat recent past I would see a lot more content regarding his upbringing both literally and symbolically. I don’t have much to add regarding the things you’ve mentioned, because they just are what they are. Dirk being confined to a singular room left to him by a father figure he never met, in a future where the only other person left on the planet is someone he cannot pursue a relationship of because of himself, with purely 3 robots to keep him companion, one being an exact replica of his own brain who is *also* trapped inside a pair of glasses, is about as literal as it gets to me.

The contrast to me involving the flooded, organic world in comparison to the little speckle of Dirk’s apartment packed with the dude and his technics is not only a representation of his isolation and entrapment within himself, but also of his lack of control. I think his obsession with & themes of control are a direct product in the case of Dirk specifically *of* this kind of upbringing. His themes of technology are also related to his themes around control. So much of his character is actually revolved around this to me like so much. Dirk is so deeply disconnected from humanity in every way and so much of his character + symbolism is based around that.

It doesn’t even have to be about the symbolism or anything though. It’s just pretty *interesting* in the literal sense that he lives in the middle of the ocean in the future. There’s not only a lot to theorise on to do with his young life there, but on how it might affect him in the way he acts for the rest of his life. The latter part is probably what I see mentioned the most by people talking about Dirk regarding this, I’m surprised I don’t see more discussion on the former too though. I really ought to actually talk more about Homestuck stuff on here. I will do it myself.

Roxy & Dirk’s relationship is largely ignored though because there is a narrative a certain demographic spreads that Dirk resented and blamed Roxy for her interest in him, and thus too many people believe that their relationship was or would continue to be an abusive one. Realistically, I believe it’s important to acknowledge that the way Roxy treated Dirk regarding his homosexuality wasn’t right while still acknowledging the obvious amount of respect and admiration Dirk had for Roxy. I mean we have a huge piece of dialogue from their post trickster mode conversations on the quest beds from Dirk purely stating how he feels about Roxy that people completely ignore somehow. I think this usually happens to characters that are women though. I know everyone says it, but it is true. Jane gets the exact same treatment of boiling her down to solely her negative aspects. The things I see completely mischaracterising both of them are horrific.

I mean how much more explicit can it get that their relationship is obviously very important to Dirk? But I digress. I think the best or I should say “most interesting” interpretations of their relationship usually come from DirkRoxy shippers actually.

I would be interested to hear about Dirk’s relation to his brother’s theme of time though. I don’t have any thoughts on this and I don’t recall ever hearing anyone talk about it before. If you or anyone else would be willing to enlighten me I’d be thrilled.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 274

You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons. 

Jason? Aware of none of this. 

He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout. 

Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen. 

“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.”