#trash writes

[digenerate-trash]

i just wondering how tf Bailey could even being a Yandere for PC? I meannn there's must be a reason right? In fact.... I do wonder about the other yanderes how they Fall for PC?

Yandere | Obsession | TW Dubcon | TW Rape | TW Somno

Bailey

I feel like Bailey’s attraction started off as just this nagging favoritism. like he just started to have strange feelings for you- maybe it was the way you looked, how you reminded him of someone he used to be sweet on. But he still shoves those feelings down and tries to ignore his affection. He doesn't like you. He can't like you. He needs things to be the same. Detached and cold in order to keep himself safe. 

But eventually, he breaks. It could be anything. A look. A simple word. Or maybe it's something inside him that just snapped. He can't let go now. He's like a dog with a bone. Good luck escaping now…

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Robin

You and him are just friends! He swears. When you were kids your wholesome friendship was constantly being threatened by the outside world and quickly he realized that the only way to keep your attention and love was to be in danger. 

He doesn't have a constant need to be near you all the time at all! He doesn't miss sleepovers with you or how you two would share snacks you snuck in. he doesn't remember proposing to you as kids and he doesn't dream about a life with you every night! And when that makes him nauseous he definitely doesn't sneak into your room to feel you up. he's just your best friend! 

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Whitney

At first, you're just a nobody. Someone Whitney can see using for stress relief in the future. And that works out pretty well. Until he loses his taste for his usual hookups as well. He doesn't fully understand it. you're basically nothing to him and yet you're on his mind all the time. he's panicked and sick thinking about it.

He finally decides that it's enough. If he can't have you no one can and he's willing to force you into it if necessary 

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Eden

You are his wife. 

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Kylar

Love at first sight? Obsessed with a parental love hell never be able to experience again? Souls intertwined together in a mix of fate and destiny that could determine the fate of the world as we know it? 

Who knows. 

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Avery

Pretty sure he started out wanting something pretty. And you were the prettiest one! Scooped you up and offered you money to entice you. But it's probably the way you look at him during those parties. He wishes it was real. Everyone knows it's fake. He, you, the guests even the hosts know that his dates are just escorts he pays for. But something in Avery needs you to like him back. 

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Alex

Pretty sure puppy love is how it starts. you're helpful and perfect and he wants you around forever. Eventually, he begins to want a life with you. And everything with you. He wants sad days. And tired mornings. Lazy weekends and beers on Fridays. 

It gets to the point where Alex would sacrifice anything for you. His farm. The people he knows. Even his life if you promise to stay just one more night. 

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Sydney

Sydney thinks there's something special about you. He doesn't know what, he loves it though and it's instant. it's intoxicating. Every time you touch him it's like a shock. it's not long before Sydney starts wanting to keep you away from the world—his angel. 

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Harper

Harper is a big fan of you. you're like the perfect doll. Easy to manipulate. Always so calm in his presence. it's nice of you to trust him so much. And soon enough harper starts sizing up a dog crate with your name on it. 

Harper thinks you'd be perfect to keep. And he intends too

[lab-trash]

I wanna see a Stranger Things fic where the party is trying to figure out why Steve and Eddie are suddenly so close and one day while they're all speculating, Will just walks up to steddie and asks some queer coded question like— okay, here

As the party mumbled, Will stared at the two boys. They seemed... close. Closer than him and Mike ever were, but around where Will wanted to be with Mike.

Wait...

Will walked toward them, even as the party whisper yelled after him, asking what he was doing and telling him to stop.

"Oh, hey little Byers," Eddie greeted.

"Are you two friends with Dorothy?" Will asked, albeit a bit abruptly. He saw Eddie's face morph into a smile.

"Yes, indeed we are," Eddie said joyfully. "Are you friends with Dorothy?"

"Uh... well, I–" Will's panic was saved by Steve.

"I'm sorry, I don't know a Dorothy?"

"He's asking if we're gay," Eddie explained.

"Ohh," Steve drew out. "Yeah."

"Cool."

And with that Will turned around and walked back to the party.

"You guys can stop speculating, I know why they're so close all of the sudden," Will said, getting all of their attention.

"What? You were over there for like 30 seconds," Dustin criticized.

"Well what is it?" Max asked.

"Oh, I can't tell you," Will said, "It's between friends."

[infrequent-creator]

Trapped

Ler : Gojo? Technically

Lee : Yuuji

Summary; Yuuji gets tied up in demon traps by Gojo, just trying to contain him, but little did he know that it would reap a different result.

Word count: 527

Tw: bondage, tickles

<3

“Wakey wakey~” Yuuji stirred slightly at the voice.

“Mmm five more minutes…” he grumbled mostly asleep.

“No can do kid, I gotta talk to you right now.” The boy’s eyes fluttered open to see a very handsome man wearing a blindfold

“H-Huh? Wha.. where.. where am I?”

“Who am I talking to right now? The boy or the beast?”

“Wh-what? What are you talking about? I’m Yuuji Itador! I’m a student at.. hey wait a minute! You’re that guy! You fought that monster with me and then it…” He paused, recalling the memory.

“Then I ate the artifact you were after..”

“Ah so you do remember. Good. That shows you’re still in there somewhere.”

“What do you mehehean?” Yuuji started to giggle at a funny feeling along his sides. He couldn’t place it, but it was making him squirm.

“Why are you laughing, demon?”

“D-Demon? I-I’m nohohohot a demahahan..” The sensation started to tingle up to his ribs, nearing his armpits.

“You fool… this mere toilet paper does nothing to me~” a voice spoke out do nowhere.

“Ah.. so the demon traps are too weak. Strong enough to hold, but not enough to hurt you. Tell me Yuuji, does it tickle? Is that why you’re laughing?” There was a lilt in his voice, making the pink haired boy blush.

That was it! It was ticklish! The sensation finally spread to his armpits causing him to squeal, and wiggle around vigorously.

“P-Plehehehhease mister!! Let me gohohoho—AHAHA!!” Finally the feeling spread to his sensitive hips, making him arch far enough to fall over onto his back.

“Awww, you look like a little pill bug that got flipped on it’s back. Here, watch this..coochie cooo..” The man cooed, his fingers skittering along the slender bones.

“AHAHAHA!! W-WhahAHahat do youhHUHUhu wahahAHAHANT?!” He was losing his mind over the combination of gentle scritches along with the tingly tickling from the possession charms.

“I want to know if you’re violent in there, if that demon could snap and be a danger to us at this moment..” Gojo slowed his skittering and switched to poking at his thighs.

“But you aren’t scary at all are you, little Yuu-chan~” the man teased in a playful tone. The younger one couldn’t take it anymore. He curled up and fell over on his side to avoid the evil pokes. His legs kicking back and forth as the giggles bubbled up his throat.

“IM *hic* NOHOHOT!” A hiccup suddenly came out causing Gojo to stop.

“Interesting, you hiccup when you laugh too much? Adorable..”

“*hic* N-No it’s not!” He tried to defend but the additional hiccups weren’t helping his case.

“Alright then, I’ll go discuss this with the elders. I’ll comeback here and either let you free, or kill you. Sound good?” He smiled brightly, patiently waiting for an answer.

“Ohkahay.” He nodded.

“Perfect. You just sit tight, and I’ll be right back.” He stood up, making his way towards the door.

“W-Wahait! The w-wraps still tihihickles!”

“Don’t worry, you’re a tough boy. You can handle it. Byeeee Yuu-chahahan.”

“Plehehease! H-Hurry bahack!” Yuuji lay on his side giggling like a child for the rest of the evening.

THE END

[morganbritton132]

Just remember this idea I had for a fic where Steve’s dad worked in marketing and made jiggles for commercials so they had a full music studio in their house.

The local music store had a section where local artists can sell cassettes. It’s mostly poorly recorded country music from The Hideout’s open mic night, but Corroded Coffin is there too. Eddie practically stalks the shelf to see if anyone buys their music. No one ever does (except for Gareth’s mom).

Then one day, Eddie goes into the shop after work to see if any of CC’s stock is gone, and sees a new tape there. No artist name. No song titles. Just a slip of paper stuck into the case with a hand drawn rose on it.

Eddie buys it and even though it’s not his typical type of music, falls absolutely in love with the voice on the tape. He loves the music. The production quality. The way sadness seeps into every corner of side A and B.

He goes back to the record shop and asks who left the tape, but the employee has no idea. They think someone just stuck it there without permission and have no idea who they’re supposed to pay for the sale.

Two more tapes show up over the next month with a different drawn flower on it, each sadder than the last. The artist is clearly going through something. Eddie still has no idea who they are and is now stalking the shelf not just to see if his own music is selling (it’s not).

He’s in full investigation mode and it’s annoying all of his friends. He needs to know who this person is because he’s a little in love with them and also a little worried about them. It’s really sad music.

Meanwhile, Steve is just trying to process the end of his relationship with Nancy in the only way he can think of.

[flamedork]

sheets~

[5ummit]

"Pain... must be something you enjoy"

[mournfulroses]

Kim Addonizio, from Mortal Trash: Poems; "Scrapbook," originally published in 2016

[calethescammer]

One of my favourite brain rotting tcf ideas is Cale having some tremor disorder. Basically, he has hands that randomly tremble without any reason.

It may be genetic to him, or he developed it as Cale because of not eating his meals properly and inevitably developing some vitamin deficiency.

Now comes the best part.

Imagine Cale, perhaps in some really gruesome battle, with blood of enemies and allies mixed around him. Imagine his family seeing Cale's stoic face, wondering how a person so young can be so brave, and then they see his hands shaking under his raven coat, even as they're curled tightly into a fist.

Imagine Cale looking at Jour's portrait, admiring her beauty and her alike face with his own. But then his family sees him, his gaze fixated on his mother's image and his hands trembling slightly.

Imagine him, standing at the forefront of some battle with his shields raised, with his hands trembling uncontrollably, even though he is not straining himself. The people protected under him can only tear up at his selflessness.

Imagine Cale after attacking the enemies with a wave of firebolts, but his hands again started shaking badly, even if he has them covered under his sleeves. His family misunderstands that as Cale hiding his pain.

Imagine Cale, resting on a couch after some battle, and when Raon, On and Hong excitedly climb upon his lap, he only smiles slightly and pats them with his trembling hands. The kids then worriedly inform Ron of this and Cale recieves sweet lemon tea for a whole week.

Imagine Cale talking about territory matters with Alberu, and Alberu is once again amazed by his dongsaeng's witty and almost experienced approaches to problems like war. But then he sees Cale's hands shaking while holding the tea cup, and he realises how absolutely not normal it is to not be nervous in such a situation. (Alberu later pledges to himself to give Cale the slacker life he always wished for.)

Just imagine Cale in any situation with trembling hands and it literally creates the most hilarious misunderstandings with some really wonderful angst.

[tacticalprincess]

Could you write something about König and reader doing the uhhh full Nelson? Idk I just really want to be manhandled by him. Thank you!!

any position that lets könig bend and stretch and maneuver you around like a doll is his favorite position. his creativity in the bedroom comes from years spent taking out his opponents in various different ways with just his hands. it makes him achingly hard to watch you mold around in his hands like dough, the way you shape to his will like you were made to do so. this isn’t planned, either. it starts with you riding him to exhaustion in reverse cowgirl, working your creamy cunt up and down his shaft for a good five bounces before you’re all worn out, resorting to pitiful, needy grinds of your hips.

“giving up already? don’t tell me that’s all you got, häschen...”

you accept defeat easily, only whining pitifully in response, which earns a mean chuckle out of the man behind you. a large hand reaches up to your jaw, forcing you back onto his sturdy chest while he captures your lips in a bruising kiss for your efforts. könig’s feet are planted on the bed, legs bent at the knee. he hitches your legs up to your ears, large triceps hooked under your knees, your body weightless as he bounces you up and down his angry shaft like you’re a fleshlight. he’s deeper than you’ve ever felt him, reaching untouched spots in you that have you seeing stars, sure he’s gonna break your pussy.

his hands push your head down so you can see the way he’s splitting you open, your walls fluttering and clenching around the thick girth of him. his tip is knocking all the thoughts out of your brain through your sensitive cervix, and you let yourself go slack and dumb in his strong hold, allowing him to use your body like a fucktoy. drool trickles out of your slack jaw, completely out of it, where his breathing has barely started to gain weight. so small and fragile in his hands, he could break you so easily like this, and he knows it. the power trip you give him is enough to make him shoot his thick load deep inside your womb, but before that he’ll reach down and slap your exposed, sensitive clit a few times, making you cream and convulse all over him. milking his cum straight out of his cock with how tight you squeeze him.

[ominouspuff]

Kote’s House

Kote’s first house is a pathetic thing, and he is incurably proud of it. The twi’lek he purchased it from very evidently could not make up his mind what to do with a man that grinned while he haggled, but it was the first time Kote had haggled over a purchase of his very own. He had thoroughly enjoyed it.

The house is built for one being, and a compact being at that, but Kote doesn’t have much. Moving in is quick, and most of his efforts during the next few days after go into attempting ambitious repairs for things he doesn’t know the first thing about. 

His plumbing is an issue, he knows. Something is getting blocked up. Somehow while trying to fix the kitchen tumbler, his fresher spout explodes.

He hadn’t kept his new house a secret from anyone by any means, but it is still surprising when Fox barges in through his jamming front door. He finds Kote on the floor in his cramped kitchen while the fresher rains water in the adjacent room, laughing so hard and so crippled with delight that he can’t get up.

He tries to explain how wonderful it is —

“I-I have to fix my plumbing on my own, vod—”

—but judging by Fox’s single raised eyebrow he knows it doesn’t translate.

Fox, it turns out, is moving into the neighborhood. Kote doesn’t ask about the house Fox already has — the house he has visited, which is very nice and fancy — or point out that Fox’s contract there cannot possibly be up, which begs the question of why he’s here in Kote’s neighborhood — except that Kote already knows the answer to that question. So he doesn’t ask.

Fox doesn’t show him any grace or forbearance, though.

“Don’t even know how to fix a damn pipe, front lining show-off—” His brother snarls, but it is muffled; his top half had to go down beneath the floor they’d pried up to get at the plumbing issue.

“So that’s what they had you doing all these years.” Kote says, because he really is in a criminally good mood. He barely ducks the foot-long pipe Fox throws at his head, feeling giddy.

He makes dinner that night in thanks. Fox stays, ostensibly because now that he’s fixed the fresher he intends to use it, because his new house isn’t hooked up properly yet to all the supply lines and power grids. 

They choke on homemade tiingilar (vode-style; Kote can’t pretend at the real thing yet) so heavily spiced it’s got grit to it that sticks between the teeth. It’s disgusting, but Cody had bought fifteen different spices and while usually he likes to keep his approach to the unknown more cautious, more methodical, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than use them all at once for the first time. 

Wolffe joins them not long after; brings a few others along by recommending the apartment he picks out, so that soon most of the complex is taken up by vode, Kote hears, but he doesn’t visit yet. Everyone’s too busy coming over to his house, it seems; filling up his kitchen and asking why he hasn’t fixed the trash disposal yet, why he doesn’t have a couch, doesn’t he know they’re all the rage among civilized folk?

Kote fixes the trash disposal with Rex, who is better at it than he is but says it’s only due to Skywalker’s influence on managing all things mechanical. 

“How is Skywalker?” Kote asks, and gets more than he bargained for over the next hour. At first he’s a bit off-put, because he’s trying to get dinner sorted again and he’s not been very fond of Skywalker at the best of times, but Rex is snorting out a story and laughing and it’s contagious, so Kote just resigns himself and settles in to enjoy.

Skywalker has little ones, now. Obi-Wan is the only one that can get them to sleep. Ahsoka is distressed; she knows better, but every instinct in her is apparently in agony over the little ones’ inability to eat meat yet. She obsesses over nutrients in their diet — which, given what tiny natborn humans primarily ingest in the early stages, makes for some slightly awkward conversations.

Rex helps with dinner afterward, and they take turns being incredulous over natborn baby facts, shoving around one another in the tiny, uncomfortable kitchen.

“What’s your next project?” Rex asks at one point, glancing sidelong with a cheeky look, and Kote levels his vegetable knife at him (he’s got a vegetable knife. Specifically for vegetables. It’s a very new concept). 

“I make everyone’s dinner on Tuangsdays.” He says. “I’m productive.”

Rex’s sharp-toothed grin turns thoughtful. “Yeah” He says. “Everyone loves coming here, you know. You could be the new 79’s.”

Kote knows. He plans and plots, and puts more work into researching recipes than he’s put into any research whatsoever in months. It feels a bit like coming out of a shore leave; his thoughts quicken and his excitement grows. He hunts down a market. He brings a bag. He shops, bargains, and returns victorious.

He sends out a few comms., and can’t help but shake his head and grin at how different the responses are. 

What a marvelous idea, Cody. His general — ex-general — says.

Yus pls, Ahsoka sends back, with some sort of strange tooka vidclip that dances with wiggly gyrations Kote can only assume indicate excitement.

Where is your house, Anakin says, blunt and to the point, and Kote can appreciate that. 

He sends the address. He cooks all day. The sun sets, and Fox and Wolffe arrive, already bickering, Rex trailing behind with a long-suffering look sent to Kote, begging commiseration.

“Ugh, don’t you ever stop smiling, now?” He gripes when Kote just grins at him. 

“Nope,” Kote says, unrepentantly.

He leaves the soup on the stove, simmering, and takes his cup of caf to the window. He leans on it, breathing in cool air, and just listens — listens to the squabbling as Wolffe gets on Fox’s case for not washing Kote’s dishes correctly the last time they visited. Hears the soft thumps of Rex sneaking into the cramped room Kote has set aside for plants and the sole pet he has; a pastel goullian, fins swaying ever so gently, permanent scowl in place. Thinks he catches, distantly, the sound of his remaining three guests (Padme couldn’t attend, and had made him feel very awkward by how thoughtfully she apologized for it) plodding up the hill. 

“Cody!” Ahsoka cries, coming into view and waving. 

Kote’s cheeks have stopped aching from all the smiling he’s gotten used to, so it’s easy to let another through.

[egophiliac]

so on the subject of the "Crowley is secretly Revaan/Laverne/Levin/please Twst give us his name" theory, I think my feelings are best summed up as "I don't really buy it, but it's funny". like, in all seriousness, I'm not opposed to it; I have enjoyed the writing in Twst so far and I'm willing to trust that whatever happens will, you know, make sense and not be terrible. but I'm just not really convinced by the current evidence! maybe that'll change once we learn more, we'll see!

with that said, may I propose a few alternate theories about the possible Crowley/Revaan connection:

[digenerate-trash]

I got Jordan + Soulmates!

Sacrificial Lamb

TW Yandere | TW Obsession

HE/HIM Jordan | GN PC

Jordan is revered. Praised and held to a high standard, every movement Jordan makes is both admired and judged by the people around him-

But Jordan handles it with grace. But when you show up it's like a disruption. A stone has been tossed into the calm still water of his life-

The spirit urges him to approach you. It tells him that you're special. That your fate and his are bound together.

He's quick to approach you. He gently traces your face with his hands looking you over. Taking in every detail

He wants you to be with him at all times. He's quick to make you a part of the church. Taking you under his wing. Extra gifts are given to you just to keep your attention and favor. Jordan even helps you with the chores around the temple and keeps the other monks away from you-

Jordan is sure you're special. Calling you angel keeping you close. Not even Sydney sees you much anymore you're always wrapped up in something Jordan has asked of you. At his constant beck and call the other monks call you "Jordan's lamb"

You've never been in trouble, broken a rule, or crossed any lines. Your life is perfect but hollow... eventually, you stop even going home or to school. You sleep next to Jordan. Eat meals with him. Your new purpose is to be devoted to the church- but more importantly, it's to be dedicated to Jordan... 

[lab-trash]

“Oh, Rocky Horror, nice,” Robin said, taking the VHS case from the customer. 

“Is that right?” The man responded, getting Robin’s attention. Eddie Munson. He was in band a few years before he was kicked, but that was ages ago. 

Robin shrunk into her vest as much as she could, immediately regretting her words and filling with a million anxieties. 

She was saved from having to respond when Steve exited the break room. 

“Oh, Eddie!” He exclaimed, rushing to the register where they were checking out. “You’re the dm for Hellfire, right?” 

“Aw, I’m honoured that my quaint club is recognised by his highness.” Steve grimaced.

“Whatever, just… Do me a favour?” He asked meekly. Eddie raised a brow. “Your story thingies-”

“Campaigns.”

“Right. Don’t use the demogorgon. Or the Mind Flayer. Please,” He said. His voice was calm and slow, clearly serious. Eddie crossed his arms and shifted his weight to one leg. 

“Why not?” He asked. 

Steve and Robin looked at each other.

“Uhhhh,” They hesitated together. 

“Will!” Robin exclaimed. Steve snapped his fingers before pointing at Eddie.

“Yes, Will!”

“Will the Wise?” Eddie asked.

Eddie had heard much about Will the Wise. Mostly from Mike. Apparently they were a team. Eddie would bet money that they’d at least thought about kissing each other before. 

“Exactly, yes,” Robin said, nodding rapidly. 

“Yes, Will. Their best friend! He moved to California,” Steve said, also nodding, but a bit more hesitantly. 

“And they did demogorgon and mind flayer campaigns together,” Robin said.

“Very intense… intense campaigns,” Steve said awkwardly. 

“The last two campaigns before he moved!”

“And the only ones to include his sister.” 

“Mike’s girlfriend,” Robin added. 

“Very sentimental and personal!” Steve exclaimed, a nervous laugh carrying his anxiety. “Just don’t want to remind them of who they’re missing, y’know?”

“And we know they told us they didn’t want to go up against those monsters again, but we forgot for a minute, which is why it took us so long to answer you,” Robin rushed. Steve nodded in agreement, even as Eddie’s eyes shifted sceptically from Steve to Robin. 

“Whatever,” Eddie said. “They already aren’t in my notes, so if it means that much to them,” He said. “Can I have my movie now?” He asked.

“Yes, of course,” Steve said, taking the movie out of Robin’s hands and handing it to Eddie. He noticed the cover. “Oh, Rocky Horror. I’ve heard it’s good.” 

“It is,” Eddie said, a smirk on his face. He took the VHS into his hands as he scanned Steve. “I gotta say, Harrington. This uniform isn’t nearly as fun as the last one, but it’ll do.” 

And with that he walked off. 

“He never paid for that movie,” Robin said to Steve. Steve remained silent for a moment.

“I’ll just buy a new one for the store.”

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

Cale isnt a cuddler.

He never had toys to fall asleep with, he couldn’t snuggle up to his parents after the accident and he certainly couldn’t with his uncle, and he was, most often, barely comfortable when he slept anyway.

So when the apocalypse arrived, he was the perfect person when it came to sleeping.

He didn’t move around, he didn’t snore, and he had already gotten used to falling asleep on shitty surfaces!

Jung Soo described it as eery, with the way that Rok Soo would get into a position to fall asleep and then he would stay that way for the rest of the night. His chest barely rose and fell, and on more than one occasion Soo Hyuk had woken him up because they were afraid he wasn’t breathing. Thankfully he has always been a light sleeper, so just moving around nearby would be enough to startle him awake.

They tried having a buddy system where they would sleep next to Rok Soo, “for his safety” but he would refuse and find some private place to cram himself into to sleep, scaring them even more. They tried to trick him multiple times, but Rok Soo never fell for it.

He allowed it one time.

It was a cold night, and Jung Soo was too tired from fighting monsters that they couldn’t get back to their company before nightfall.

Jung Soo had been barely coherent, grasping onto Rok Soo as he had been temporarily blinded by a poison grade 2 monster.

He refused to let go of Rok Soo, and so he gave in. He laid on the ground, curled up to Jung Soo, and pretended to be asleep.

He used his record ability intermittently throughout the entire night. It got cold enough to snow, and so Rok Soo had to be the fire for the time.

He never told Jung Soo he stayed up to keep him warm.

But that doesn’t matter.

Because now he’s Cale Henituse. He’s trash. He can sleep anywhere and at any time, but he demands a bed because he can. He demands comfort and warmth and safety. He always wants to fall asleep with a full stomach.

The others know this.

Except he can fall asleep easily when he hasn’t eaten. He can barely be counted as safe, ever, because of the White Star. He complains about the cold but they know he sometimes forgets to ask for a jacket.

The strangest story, however.

The oddest story?

Cale sleep walked.

Once.

Raon watched him get out of bed, and followed him to a nondescript corner of their newest house, where he laid down and stopped moving.

Raon woke him up immediately, and Cale was very disoriented and confused, but Raon didn’t care about the sleep walking. He cared about the stillness. Cale had looked as if he was hiding from a monster and could barely lift his chest to breathe softly.

Raon demanded to sleep next to Cale from then on, because he was worried Cale would get himself hurt.

Cale reluctantly gave in. He thinks about Soo Hyuk and Jung Soo, and thinks they’d be proud of him for opening up.

He casts that thought away.

(December 30, 2022)

[littlefankingdom]

It's kind of annoying (and weird) how DC keeps trying to rewrite how Jason and Bruce met to paint Bruce in a worst light.

Originally, Batman finds Jason stealing the Batmobile's tires, the kid runs away, and Batman finds him. Discovering the kid is homeless, he gives him to the authority and Jason finishes at Ma Gunn's school. Ma Gunn is actually teaching the kids to be gang members, so Jason tells Batman. Together, they win again Ma Gunn, and Bruce takes Jason in because he sees himself in him.

Well, in Nightwing: Year One, they change it for "Batman kidnapped Jason when he found him stealing his tires and forces him to become Robin", with Jason ATTACHED AND GAGGED in the batcave. (I like this comic except for that because wtf)

In Red Hood and The Outlaws (2011), they changed it for "Jason stole drugs from Leslie and Batman was ready to beat and throw a young teen in jail, but Leslie begged him to give him a chance", which again, wtf. Batman beating up a child. Okay.

In Red Hood and The Outlaws (2016), they changed it for "Bruce put Jason in Ma Gunn's school because he couldn't handle him after taking him in". The only good addition they made is "when Batman caught Jason stealing his tires, he bought him food".

I do not understand why they need to make him awful to this 12 years old so bad. What do they want to make it as if Bruce forced that life on Jason but also didn't want to deal with him. Why they cannot let it as it is, with Bruce having fun dealing with this lil shit that stole his tires and being there for him when he needs him later on, until he finally craves and takes Jason home.

And that's why I am so critical on how Batman and Bruce is written in Nightwing and Red Hood stories, because the writers are incapable to make their main character have conflict with Bruce, without changing his character and their story to make him abusive. They need him to be the bad guy of Jason's, and sometimes Dick's, story because they don't know how to make you side and care for their character without making the other side a monster.

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My kindle was bought and paid for years ago, but apparently you need to pay extra to get the screen to stop downloading and presenting you new ads. I fucking hate the very principle of this.

Previously they’ve been trashy romance books with women embracing dragons which I didn’t care that much about. It was a vague annoyance.

But now they’re fucking insane AI generated garbage.

This one popped up recently. At first I was like, “Where the fuck is his thumb.” But then other things started jumping out. Like the insane words. “The Sprit”. The gibberish plinth they’re standing on.

In a similar vein

I like to call this one, “Oops all bodies” as the main unicorns are just fused together. They must be fucking either Sleipnir or Shelob cause then you start to see all the extra legs on those monstrosities.

There’s also a strain of Rugged Manly Books

This atrocity popped up. They doubled down on that tricky hand and made it facing both ways just to be safe. Also gave the sword two hilts. Just to be safe. Couldn’t bother to fit the text on the cover or decide where the rest of the sword was.

This title can’t even be deciphered into English. That poor fire is being menaced by the weirdest dagger of all time and the hands once more trying to cover all their bases.