#what IS WRONG is when you force them to obey you. don’t allow them to question you. you overriding your kids boundaries because ‘ yOu ArE

[venting-town]

I’m tired of having to play therapist with others

Especially my own father

He’s used me as an emotional crutch my entire fucking life and I’m sick of it

And HAVE been sick of it

I shouldn’t have to constantly console HIM about how much he “ misses me “

I shouldn’t be made to NOR gaslight to constantly cradle him and hug him when I don’t want to or look him in the eyes if I don’t want to or hear him constantly say how “ great “ I am

He needs to STOP overriding my boundaries and STOP USING ME AS HIS THERAPIST/SPOUSE!!!!!

That is NOT my job! Even if it “ is supposed to be “, I reject and deny it. Even though I still do it because I’m fucking exhausted of my boundaries constantly being overridden my entire life/before life/ /etc. And because I care about others too much

[justaz]

post magic reveal arthur is like “:/ mmm i’ll open up communications with the druids but idk about repealing the ban :/“ and merlin is like “??? why??” and arthur’s like “well magic is evil, that’s all i’ve been taught and all i know. i know you’re not evil but idk about other sorcerers, i can’t just let them free.” and merlin’s like “what’ll get you to consider it” and arthur’s like “well you say that magic isn’t something you chose, it choses you. alright, but people still chose to use it.” and merlin who has never followed this train of thought before is like,,, “you wanna test it? experiment? i can stop using my magic and we’ll see what happens” and arthur who has been playing his father’s lessons on magic through his head for the past like month since he found out and has been trying to figure out a way to get merlin to stop corrupting his soul jumps on the opportunity and is like “great idea :] nothing could go wrong :] you stop corrupting yourself and i don’t have to set magic free :]”

merlin stops using his magic for everything. he makes a conscious effort to force it all down and away and the first few days pass by fine. then he starts to get a little dizzy and then he gets spacey and distracted but not rambly, just staring off into space. then he’s just like. not there anymore. druids come to camelot to speak with arthur but can’t stop staring at merlin and eventually cut the conversation off to point at merlin and ask whats wrong with him

when they find out whats been going on they go all “oh shit” and urge everyone to stand still and not make a move. arthur inquires and they answer. magic has built up within him. magics natural state is free, it wishes to be used and to fly free, to be cooped up within someone is like caging a wild stallion. it bucks and kicks at the gate, bites at its handlers, and fights like hell to be set free. the magic thats been trapped within merlin for a couple of weeks is practically tearing him apart from the inside trying to set itself free. but! they can’t just tell him to use magic here. even the smallest use of magic would be a crack in a dam that would crumble like ash and set all the magic free. and with all that magic - all of emrys’s magic? he could very well flatten the city.

they cautiously, EXTREMELY cautiously, guide merlin out of the room, out of the castle, and into the middle of the woods. they urged everyone (who followed which is like arthur and his knights) back and out of the forest. then from a distance, the eldest druid mentally reached out to merlin and instructed him to let his magic loose. within seconds a blast of pure golden light shoots forth and flattens the entire forest, the druids casting a large shield to protect themselves, arthur, and his men.

merlin staggers to his feet in the distance and the eldest druid reaches out again, for safe measure, and tells him to let loose once more. merlin obeys and reaches down into the ground and pulls all the trees back up and imbues them with life so they thrive once more. the druids claim the forest as their own, sacred by order of emrys. arthur allows it. and then goes home to draft up a magic ban repeal. and an apology to merlin.

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Moi Devochki: Chapter 4

Authors note: buckle up, it's a bit of a long one

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, attempted sa/forced claiming, violence

Word count: 3580

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After Steves apology things had calmed down around the compound. Everyone's routines went back to normal for the next few days and Natasha decided it was time to tell Clint about her mates, so after her morning training she heads for the kitchen. Where else would the archer be at lunchtime?

   “Hey Nat!” he greets, taking a bite of his sandwich

   “Hey yourself. Got a minute to spare?” she asks

   He smiles, “Always got time for you.” She takes a seat next to him and he watches as a smile lights up her features. “Well someones happy”

   “I really am Clint. I really am.” she tells him

   “Well then don’t keep me waiting, what or who has got you smiling so damn hard?” he teases her

   “Wanda and Y/n. They're my Omegas now.” she beams proudly 

   He chuckles, “I knew you had pull Romanoff, but to get two Omegas? Damn you're good.”

   “Honestly, I’m just really lucky.” she tells him

   “So how does it work with two Omegas, like how do you make sure you spend equal time with them?” he asks

   She chuckles, “Actually it’s quite easy with Wanda and Y/n. They were already together before I told them about my feelings for them.”

   “Oh, ok.” he says with a nod before her words completely sink in, “Wait a minute, you better be careful. Not everyone is going to be ok with two Omegas being together.”

   “I know. Yelena and I already had to put Steve in his place. He was upset about Wanda and Y/n being together, and was under the impression that Y/n was going to be his.” she tells him with a growl

   “Ah, the old geezer is still set in the forties eh? Not that not surprising honestly, but a bit disappointing. I’m glad Yelena had your back.” he says

   “Tony and Bucky helped too but yeah, having her there was definitely very helpful” she admits

   “Well I’m really happy for you Nat. I'm glad you found them.” he tells her. He notices some movement in the kitchen's doorway and glances behind her. He smirks and looks back at his best friend, “Looks like someone missed you.”

   She turns in her seat and smiles upon seeing Wanda, the Omega however doesn't look near as happy, “Dorogoy(sweetheart), what's wrong?”

   She spins the rings on her fingers, clearly nervous, “I was hoping Y/n was with you.”

   The Alphas brows furrow, “She was with you when I left for training.”

   “She was with me, but she said she was going to grab us something for lunch, only she didn’t come back and isn't answering her phone.” she tells her mate

   Natasha is immediately worried, thoughts of Hydra finding you and taking you flood her mind “How long ago did she leave the bedroom?”

   “Almost thirty minutes ago.” the Omega says, voice laced in concern. Natasha tries not to panic, a half hour would have given you plenty of time to come to the kitchen, grab lunch and return to Wanda and yet you’d never even made it to the kitchen.

   The Alpha looks back at her best friend who nods, “I’ll go get Yelena. We’ll find her Nat.”

   “FRIDAY, inform Tony there may be a breach in the compound and Y/n is missing.” she says before joining Wanda in the kitchens doorway. She grabs her hand, “We’ll find our Omega, don’t worry.”

   You had found yourself in an uncomfortable position and not with Hydra, though honestly you might prefer dealing with them. While walking through the halls heading for the kitchen you'd been grabbed from behind and you found yourself being taken into Steves room. 

   He quickly gags you, not wanting to risk you yelling out for your mates. The Beta behind you moves you towards his bed, you attempt to struggle but Steve grabs the nape of your neck and begins crooning. To your dismay your Omega instincts obey the Alpha and your body practically goes limp, allowing him to easily move you to the bed. He holds your arms together as the Beta, who you can now see is Sharon Carter, ties them up. You look over to her and your eyes meet hers, you use them to silently beg for help.

   “Sorry Y/n, it’s nothing personal. My Alpha really wants you.” she says

   Unable to say anything you glare at her and pull on your bindings, the Alpha gets closer to you and cups your face.

   “I’ll take care of you Omega. I’ll make you mine and you’ll be able to see just how good of a mate I am. You’ll see you were meant for me, not Nat.” he says

   You yank your face from his grip, he moves to touch you again and you let out a small growl attempting to sound intimidating like your Alpha. Steve gets closer so you kick at him, hoping to deter his advances. Instead he forces your legs down and ties them together as well. You thrash about, hoping to loosen the ropes or at least knock something over in the room to get someones attention. Again he croons, forcing you to be calmer.

   Steve picks you up and throws you over his shoulder easily, Sharon checks the hallway. Once she’s sure it’s clear they quickly make their way to Sharons SUV, he tosses you into the backseat as the Beta gets into the drivers seat. After he's sure you're secure he gets into the passenger seat.

   “Drive. I’m sure someones noticed her absence by now.” he says, Sharon listens and starts driving. With the way you're positioned in the back seat you can’t see out the back windows or even the front windshield. You have no idea where you are or where you're headed, not like you could do anything with that information anyway. You had really no way to leave clues or your mates.

   Back in the kitchen the five avengers have had no luck in finding you, and Tony is checking with FRIDAY 

   “What do you mean she's not in the building?” he questions

   “She left approximately twenty minutes ago.” the AI responds, making your Alpha even more concerned. While they wasted time looking for you who knows where you'd been taken.

   “Was she alone?” he asks

   “No. Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter left with her.” the AI informs them

   “Any footage of them together?” he asks and the AI immediately broadcasts the garages camera feed to his phone which he holds up to let everyone see. Your Alphas brows furrow as she sees you tired and hoisted over Steves shoulder, a whine escapes Wanda at the scene.

      Nat growls as anger fills her. How could he apologize to her face just to turn around and take you from her. Dread fills Wanda at the thought of him forcing himself upon you and claiming you. He was going to try and take you away from them forever like he’d threatened.

    “You have to find her Alpha, please.” Wanda begs, tears running down her cheeks, “Her heat starts in a few days and he can’t…Tasha he can’t have her.”

   If he claimed you on your heat it was almost certain you'd be with his pup and that thought alone made Nat sick to her stomach. She wouldn't and couldn’t allow that. If he touches you, knots you, or marks you she's pretty sure she’ll kill him.

   The Alpha cups her mate's face, “Shh, dorogoy(sweetheart). I will find her, and I will bring her home. He will not take her from us.” she says, ready to do anything so she could be true to her word.

   Wanda cuddles into your Alpha hoping to both give and receive comfort. The two of you haven’t been apart since her brother died, she feels lost without you by her side. What happens if they can’t find you?

   “I’ll start scanning traffic and security cams. We’ll see if we can see where they're taking Y/n. I’ll hack into satellites if I have to, we will find them” Tony says before rushing off to his lab.

   A few hours have gone by and so far all Tony has managed to find is only a few shots of the SUV, definitely not enough to pinpoint where they were heading with you. He calls Peter for help scanning through the footage as well as having FRIDAY look for any property owned or leased by Sharon or Steve but unfortunately no results show up.

    As the hours drag on, your absence already starts to affect your mates. Wanda had retreated to the nest a while ago, her need to feel you next to her and to have your scent around her was almost overwhelming. She trembled as she tugged one of your sweatshirts on, your scent filled her nose and though it did please her it also made her heart ache. Tears stream down her face as she thinks about you cuddling her, wrapping your arms around her and holding her close as you lightly kiss her neck and playfully nip her ear. She wants to feel you next to her so badly right now.

   She can’t remember a time when you weren't next to her, from the time you were pups until Pietro died the three of you did everything together and after she lost him she gained an even closer relationship with you. What would she do if she no longer had you? Why was everyone she loved and cared for taken from her? Her parents, her brother, and now you…no she couldn't think like that, not yet. You had to be ok, you had to come back to her.

   She's so caught up in her thoughts of you as she sobs that she doesn't even hear the door to her room open, so she doesn't see the look of absolute relief that washes over Natashas face when she finally finds where her other Omega is.

   “You scared me dorogoy(sweetheart).” she says as she joins her in the nest, “I didn’t know where you went and I thought….” she trails off as her voice breaks, but she doesn't need to say it outloud. Not when the Omega can hear her thoughts

   Wanda cuddles into your Alpha, “I’m sorry Alpha, I should have told you where I was going. I just… I just want Y/n back, I miss her.”

   She nods, “I miss her too.” she says as she pulls Wanda close to her. She buries her head into her Omegas neck and tears form in her eyes as she picks up on your scent from the hoodie.  

   Natasha feels stupid for not seeing how large of a threat Steve still was, she had thought she and Yelena had straightened him out but she's a spy and a damn good one so she should have been able to tell if he meant what he said and if he had stopped watching you. She failed you, she was your Alpha and was meant to protect you and she even told Wanda she’d never let you be taken away. And now you might be gone from them forever, she would never forgive herself if Steve hurt you.

   “...I’m sorry” she whispers, Wanda almost doesn't hear it. 

   Your Omega turns around in Nats hold, “Tasha, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

   Tears stream down her face as she nods, “Yes I do. This is all my fault. I wasn’t a good enough Alpha.”

   Wanda nuzzles into her mate, “You're an amazing Alpha Tasha. You're our Alpha. This isn’t your fault”

   She sobs as your Omega hugs her tightly, she's relieved Wanda doesn't blame her and still trusts her with her safety. She wouldn't know what to do if her other Omega left her or was angry enough to not speak with her.

   Eventually they fall into a restless nights sleep without you. Natasha never lets go of her hold on Wanda, she's too worried someone else might come along and steal her away too. So she wakes up often to check that her mates still there. Your Omega never takes your sweatshirt off, it helps trick her sleepy mind into thinking you're still near which is quite helpful in making her comfortable enough that she doesn't wake often. She is however plagued with nightmares of never seeing you again, or seeing Steve force himself onto you.

    Yelena goes to wake them the next morning, Peter had found something and although it wasn’t much it was certainly better than not knowing. She takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. She hears no reply so she knocks again, still nothing. She lets herself in and finds your mates entangled with each other in the nest.

   “Wake up, Peter has news.” she says as her hand grabs her sisters shoulder

   She pulls Wanda as close to her chest as possible, her arms wrap around her protectively as a deep growl leaves her. Her brows furrow as her eyes snap open, she bares her teeth as she snarls, “Don’t touch my Omega.”

   “Woah, woah. It's just me sestra(sister)” the blond says as she removes her hand from the Alphas shoulder

   Nat shakes her head, “Yelena? I’m sorry, I-”

   “It’s ok, I understand.” she says, a sad smile on her face, “You and Wanda should come down to the lab, Peter found something on Y/n. Not much but it’s worth a look.”

   Wandas wakes at the mention of you and Nat can feel her heart ache for your presence, “We’ll be right there” the redhead says

  Once your mates get to the lab Peter is quick to show them a handful of pictures of Sharons SUV in Brooklyn, but no precise location of where they had you. At least they had a smaller area to focus on now. 

   Natasha takes your Omega to the kitchen for something to eat after that. Bucky walks in to find them merely picking at the pancakes on their plates. He hates that he believed Steves apology. The sad looks on the faces of the women in front of him is heartbreaking and he wants to offer them comfort and help find you.

   He walks over to them, “I’m sorry Nat. I really didn’t think he’d do something like this, I thought he was serious about his apology.” he says just as Clint and Yelena join them all in the kitchen.

   Clint is about to tell him that now probably isn’t the best time for this conversation but before he can Wanda absolutely breaks down, she sobs as her tears fall. Natasha is quick to get up, she stands next to her Omega and pulls her into her embrace. She croons to help her to calm down, but Yelena can see the tears that threaten to fall from her sisters eyes as well.

  It’s clear your mates miss you desperately. Clint can’t remember a time hes seen Nat look so crestfallen. Yelena wishes she would have punched Steve harder, hard enough to break his neck might be more sufficient. Bucky can feel the anger he holds for Steve grow, how could he be so selfish to disregard your feelings and the fact that you already had chosen mates that you'd bonded with.

   Suddenly Clint has a moment of clarity, “Wait a minute, Nat! Let’s just track her phone or even Steves! The man doesn't understand technology and is acting on instinct right now, do you really think he thought about ditching phones?”

   Natasha grabs Clint by the shoulders and kisses his cheek, “I adore you.” she says before she takes off after Tony, Wanda and Bucky following right behind. Clint stands there with a bit of blush on his cheeks and a proud smile on his face. Yelena rolls her eyes at him.

   “You're just jealous because I’m her best friend.” he teases

   She scoffs, “I am literally her sister.”

   “But not her best friend” he teases again before taking off after Nat

   She moves to follow him, “Pochemu ya terplyu yego(Why do I put up with him?)” she mutters to herself.

   By the time they arrive in the lab Tony is already working on pinging your phone and Steves. Wandas hands have a vice-like grip on Natashas arm as they wait to see your location. Finally Tony is able to zero in on both you and Steve, you're both in an apartment that once belonged to Peggy Carter near where Steve originally grew up.

   “I’ve got the location!” Tony nearly shouts despite everyone being right next to him.

   “Send the address to my phone. Clint, Yelena, Bucky you're with me.” she says before making her way out of the lab.

   “Wait! Tasha, I’m coming too!” Wanda says as she runs after her mate

   Nat shakes her head, “With Steve there it's too dangerous.”

   The Omega whines, “Please, I need to be there. To see her, to make sure she's ok.”

   “Ok, but you stay out in the hallway. Not one foot in his apartment understood?” she replies

   Wanda shakes her head in agreement and the four of them hop into one of Tonys SUVs and head to Steves apartment.

      It’s at that very apartment that things take a turn for you, up until now Steve was simply allowing you to get adjusted with your new surroundings as well as the presence of him and Sharon. Now though you've been taken into the bedroom, once Steve sets you on the bed Sharon ties your already bound hands to the bed frame before leaving you and the Alpha in the room together. 

   His eyes roam over you as he walks closer to the bed. His hand moves to caress your face but you pull away from him. He smirks at your defiance and the next thing you know he's straddling your waist, giving you no wiggle room to get away from his touch or advances.

   His hands begin to roam over your torso and you pull at the rope holding your hands again. “Relax Y/n, I’ve got you.” he says as his hands find their way under your shirt. You growl again, the feeling of his hands on you is rough and unpleasant, it’s nothing like how Natashas hands feel on you.

   His hands pull back out from under your shirt, and you feel slightly relieved until his hands grab it, he pulls and it rips off you with ease. Damn his super soldier strength. Your breathing becomes quicker, the panic of the reality of the situation settling in.You glare daggers at him as he removes your bra in the same manner. 

   You hate how exposed you feel as his eyes roam over your body and you shiver as his hands caress your breasts. Despite you stiffening at his touch, he smiles.

    “I think I know how to relax you, properly.” he says as he moves off you. 

   His hands move to your waistband and you panic. You thrash your tied together legs wildly to avoid him and to your surprise you land a kick to his chest and another to his face.

   He growls before surging forward, his fist connects with your cheek harshly before he's grabbing you by the throat, “Stop fighting me!”

     Your cheek throbs and a few tears roll down your face, you're not sure if they're from the pain caused by the punch or the overwhelming sense of dread you were feeling. Where was your Alpha, how hasn’t she noticed your absence? Was Wanda not wondering where you were, did neither of them find this sudden disappearance unusual?

    His thumbs brush the tears from your cheek before he's standing again. He grabs your pants and underwear and yanks them down to your ankles. A whimper leaves you and he smirks again.

    “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle this first time.” he says

   Nausea washes over you at his words, you didn’t want Steve. He wasn’t your Alpha, you didn’t love him, hell you didn’t even like him as a friend. Your eyes move to the ceiling as the tears blur your vision, you attempt to pull at your bindings again, only stilling when you hear him unzip his own pants.

   You're sure the fear you feel is evident in both your face and your scent. “You're going to be my Omega.” he says, and you feel him begin to push your legs up towards your chest, giving him access to you. 

    You try moving your hips away from him, but his arm holds you firmly in place. His eyes meet yours as he strokes his cock with his free hand as he prepares himself for you. He gets closer to you, ready to take you but you manage to swing your legs free of his grasp hitting him in the head and knocking him off balance again.

    His patience and kindness with you have worn out, he grabs your throat again almost cutting off your oxygen supply entirely. He croons loudly as he once again lifts your legs and damn your instincts because you stop putting up a fight. Tears stream down your face as your hope of getting out of this situation dies.

   Suddenly though, you can hear a boom as the apartment's door is thrown off its hinges. Sharon goes to investigate but is quickly tackled by Yelena as Bucky, Clint and Nat rush in following your scent to the bedroom.

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[eemcintyre]

Surprise very spicy one-shot! (Terry Silver)

TW- daddy kink, humiliation kink, dacryphilia kind of, slight size kink, coming inside.

Summary- Reader is embarrassed to ask Terry (CK era) if she can call him by a title that I think is obvious from the TW

I have no idea what to call this or what dark recess of my mind it came from, but here's a very random little treat for y'all that I hope you enjoy <3 (P.S. happy vacation @karatekels)

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“There’s something you don’t want to tell me,” he realized. “I promise, whatever it is, I won’t be upset with you.”

“No. It’s not… It’s not that I don’t want to talk about it, it’s…” The tension in her shoulders dropped from frustration as her voice fell to a barely audible murmur. “I can’t talk about it. I can’t tell you.”

“Come here; sit down.” Terry patted one of his thighs, spreading his legs slightly, beckoning her into his lap.

She glanced timidly up from her shuffling feet to his lap and decided it was better not to keep testing him, as that never seemed to end well for anyone. As he positioned her to straddle and face him, slipping his arms around her waist and feeling her tentatively settle into the familiar, comforting position, he continued.

“You know you can tell me anything, babydoll.” Her back tensed up again and he ran a large hand up and down her spine. “You’ve got me curious now.”

“I can’t…” She tried to wrestle back out of his grip, but he just held her tighter, stroking one hand across her back more firmly and digging the nails of his other hand into her over her clothes as a warning.

“Why? Are you worried I’ll be mad, that I’ll laugh, what?” He smiled gently in an attempt to get her to lower her guard, but she recoiled as much as it was possible from his inquiring expression and touch.

“It’s embarrassing,” she whimpered.

Now Terry was sure- between how she was simultaneously unable to even look at him but also constantly fidgeting against his body, to the pink flush that climbed her neck and had her cheeks absolutely glowing- this was about something sexual.

No longer having to worry about whether something was seriously wrong, Terry’s more mischievous and cunning instincts awakened. He leaned in to begin pressing gentle kisses along her jaw, seeking to both reassure her and heighten the humiliated arousal she seemed to be feeling. Though she still refused to tear her gaze from the wall behind them, her posture stiffened, breaths now coming in short gasps.

“You know I’ll give you whatever you want- all you have to do is ask me.” She opened her mouth, but he corrected her before she could speak- “You have to look at me, baby.”

She tried to curl into herself, hiding her face in the spot connecting Terry's shoulder and neck and letting out a frustrated whine before he pulled her back into his view, gripping her chin to force her to face him. He gazed at her expectantly, not wanting to be too harsh and intimidate her back into her shell, but sternly enough to compel her to obey. Several long seconds of silence ensued.

She swallowed hard, taking one of his hands in hers and toying with it; the action was something solid and concrete to ground her racing heart and thoughts, tracing the veins and his long fingers. He would allow her as long as it took to collect herself, but she was going to tell him what was on her mind. When she finally spoke, he was surprised at how much she managed to steady her voice.

“I was just wondering if… Can I… Can I call you daddy?”

Terry froze, momentarily forgetting to breathe as his vision went hazy and blood rushed to below his belt. When he didn’t immediately respond, she wrenched her chin from his grip and hid her face in her hands.

“I told you, never mind! It’s stupid and weird; it’s disgusting…”

“It is disgusting,” he nodded, his voice hoarse. He slowly pulled her hands from her face, revealing tears glimmering at the corners of her eyes as she tried her hardest yet to struggle out of her spot on his lap. In a sudden move he then yanked her hips so that they were flush against him and squeezed her waist possessively. “I want you to say it again.”

Her jaw went slack, eyes wide with shock as she croaked out “…Daddy.”

“Now, tell me exactly what you want, because I’m aching to give it to you,” Terry groaned, placing one of her delicate hands over his pants and the shape of his hardening cock. She shuddered, this time from arousal rather than anxiety, forcing herself to maintain eye contact as he guided her hand up and down his shaft.

“Please take care of me, daddy,” she whimpered, the title still feeling foreign on her tongue, but not wrong. “I’m so wet for you.”

He felt the last of her stubborn will to fight and hide from him diminish as she started to lean into his touch, melting into the warmth of his large hand over hers and his growing erection beneath it.

“I bet you are,” he replied in a smug, condescending tone that made her feel small and even more embarrassed, if it were possible. “That’s a good girl; keep going.”

She stuttered her way through a few more of the specifics of what she craved; the twisted things she wanted him to do to her that were all the more so with his new title in the mix.

“Don’t worry, angel,” Terry crooned, “Daddy knows exactly what you need.”

With that, he effortlessly swept her into his arms, carrying her upstairs to the bedroom. Setting her on her unsteady feet, he undid every button and zipper with reverence, relishing the way she clung to him when her knees buckled.

Once she was bare for him, Terry pulled her back into his lap at the end of the bed, facing the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. It was nerve-wracking to be totally exposed to him while he remained clothed, especially as this image stared her inescapably in the face from the mirror. She clutched the arm he had looped around her stomach as he spread her legs open with his own and studied her hungrily.

“Just relax for me,” he cooed, stroking the inside of her thigh before running the pads of his fingers through her wetness. “Tell daddy how he makes you feel.”

She was already wet enough for him to work two fingers inside her and thrust at a slow but steady rhythm, feeling her fluttering walls suck him in. He looked up from his handiwork to the reflection of the mirror, admiring how his fingers stretched her. They could reach all the right spots inside her that her own fingers couldn’t.

“Hhhnnn, feels so good… ah! Oh…”

His rough fingers curled up and grazed that spongy spot inside of her that made her keen, bucking her hips against his hand. Her free hand shot out to grab his muscular thigh for support as she clenched uncontrollably around him.

“You take it so well for me,” he hummed, craning his neck to plant hot, wet kisses across the side of her face.

“You’re so deep.” She was already nearly sobbing as the obscene sounds of his fingers moving in and out intensified.

“Listen to how soaked you are. That’s all for me?” He took one of her hands in his and pressed a kiss to it, the tenderness of the gesture combined with his degrading commentary making her lightheaded.

“Yes!” she cried. The combination of humiliation and pleasure was getting so overwhelming that, in the interest of self-preservation, she shut her eyes and covered her mouth.

Terry wasn’t going to go for that. He wanted- and felt he deserved- every single look and sound he elicited; every gory detail. His reward for making her feel so good, even if it absolutely mortified her. In fact, that arguably made it all the sweeter. Prying her hand from her lips, he shook his head, sighing. “Oh, don’t get all shy on me again now. You love it when I humiliate you a little.”

She was unable to suppress a gasp at the pressure inside as he finally increased the pace of his fingers.

“Aaaahhh! God, fuck!”

He grinned. Knowing that she was getting close, he withdrew his hand from her pussy. She started to whine helplessly until he took her by surprise and flipped them both around. Now she was underneath him on her stomach, pressed to the bed, rendered speechless.

“That’s why you got all hot and bothered asking if you could call me daddy,” he remarked. They were still facing the direction of the mirror, and she eyed the reflection of him towering behind her from his knees on the mattress, undoing his pants. “That’s vile.”

After Terry divested himself of his clothing, he grabbed her roughly by the ankles, flipping her onto her back and caging her underneath him again. Then he lunged at her, sucking hickeys into her neck and collarbone, his thick cock prodding at her thigh, making her ache in anticipation. She dug her nails into his broad shoulders, drawing a guttural sound from his lips.

“Was your father not there for you when you needed him to be? Was he even around at all?” Terry growled, sounding both like he was trying to further humiliate her and like he was angry at the possibility of anyone having hurt her. Before she could choke out a coherent answer, he continued. “That’s okay. Now you have a man who will treat you the way you deserve,” Terry spat, finally sheathing his throbbing cock inside of her, to the hilt, all in one go. She wailed at the sudden, all-encompassing feeling of fullness. “Surround you with my love and fill you full of it until you can’t take any more.”

The innuendo was not lost on her and, as his balls smacked her ass with each thrust, the thought of him pumping her full of his come sent a fresh wave of heat through her. His powerful thrusts sent her bouncing against the surface of the bed. Each one was initially accompanied by a sharp twinge of pain, but it soon faded into the dull, perversely satisfying ache that she had become used to with him.

At this point, he had her folded nearly in half under him, white-knuckling her legs over his shoulders as he pounded her into the mattress. He would be the sole guiding, protecting and caretaking older male figure in her life from now on. Without interrupting his brutal movements, he bent to make out with her, sliding his tongue into her warm and unresistant mouth. At the simultaneous penetrating movements of his cock and his tongue, she melted in his grip, pussy gushing around him.

“You want me to give it to you?” he asked, breaking the embrace and leaving them both gasping.

“Please! I need you, please!” she pleaded, eyes starting to well up again from the complete and utter overstimulation of everything.

“And who am I to you?” Terry persisted, reason leaving his body as he drew ever close to the edge and the sick animal in him fully took over. He was desperate to draw every last descriptive detail out of her even if it meant overwhelming her to the point of a complete breakdown. He pinned her wrists against the bed, adjusting the angle of his thrusts, only tearing his eyes away from hers to observe the faint outline of his dick rearranging her insides.  

“Daddy!” she cried, the tears finally rolling down her flushed cheeks, her hands fisted into the blankets. Every stroke now had him in danger of blowing his load. He demanded again through gritted teeth:

“Who’s your daddy, baby?”

“You! You are!” she screamed, body trembling violently and words then dissolving into moans as she came all over his cock. The intensity of her pulsating around him was enough to finally set him off as well, and with a few more forceful, erratic thrusts, he came so hard that his eyes nearly rolled back, cock twitching, pumping his come into her with every pulse.

“That’s it, that’s my sweet girl,” he murmured various soothing words in her ear, slipping a hand under her ass for leverage and to fuck his come even deeper as they each rode their orgasm out.

Before he had a chance to pull out, she reached up to maneuver him so that he was laying on top of her, finding the weight calming as the spinning sensations in her mind and body stilled. He was content to oblige, tucking his face in the crook of her neck and taking in the heady scent of their combined perfume, cologne, body heat and sex as he worked to slow his ragged breathing back to normal.  

[living-dead-girl7]

Bo with a girlfriend who has issues with her dad

more notes app stuff about bo and this is purely for self indulgent purposes as I am going through it

ALSO: definitely ooc Bo. I just want this man to soft and sweet to me

warnings: daddy issues ig, crying, soft bo, occ Bo, mentions of Bos trauma

FIRST OFF. I believe Bo would most likely fall for sometime younger than him. Maybe like 5-10 years. He wants someone younger to dote on him, and he also definitely loves the idea of an innocent lover

It’s also probably because he either likes the power or he wants to protect them, buts is probably a mixture of both. 

He wants to be heard and obeyed but also aches to cradle someone in his arms and tell them it’s going to be ok. (It heals the little boy that needed to hear the same. Maybe you should do the same to him. Kiss his scars, hold his face, kiss his cheeks, let you nose gently bump into his.) 

Speaking of holding is lover, if you were feeling down whether that be thoughts of what your someone said to you or the latter, he will press your body into his and softly whisper “Bo’s gotcha, don’t worry, it’s ok…” 

Bo understands what it feels like to be belittled for the simplest of things, especially from a parent, his heart aches thinking that you had to deal with the same even if it was much less than what he’s went though

You are his sweet girl, you didn’t deserve it. Deep down I think he believes that he deserved what happened to him. He thinks his fate was predetermined and the events just served to punish him for his future, like some power knew he would comment heinous crimes

But you? No. What sick person would even think about subjecting such a sweet thing like you to such vile things. 

His gut twists when he hears you crying and trying to tell him what’s wrong, when the words of your father leave your shaking form

It breaks is heart to see you turn back into the little girl that just wanted to be loved

As you are a blubbering mess at his feet , trying to hastily wipe the tears streaming down your face as all the memories come flooding back, Bo can’t help but scoop you up into his arms.

The material of his t shirt is soft against your cheek as he holds you close. The soft cotton grounding you to him, the warmth radiating for his chest allows you to melt into him.

His fists ball up the fabric of your shirt as he hears what your father said to you,

Bo can’t help but grit his teeth and bite his tongue and he holds you

His jaw locks involuntarily after every word you utter, he can’t bear to see you like this

He resorts to shushing you and gently rocking you back and forth, hoping it brings some comfort. Is the comfort for you or him? Nobody knows.

As you look up at him with tear stained and puffy cheeks he sucks breath, before softly saying, “I hope you know I can’t understand how you remain so beautiful while crying.” 

You laugh just a bit before he sees your eyes watering again. 

To try and combat the tears, he peppers kisses across your face, each kiss accompanied by a compliment and a soft declaration of his unwavering love for you 

Once the tears are gone for good, he gently forced your gaze to meet his, “Never think of what he said to you ever again, ok? I’m not asking, I’m telling you too. You will never see him again on my watch, and I will make sure if it. You belong here, where you are loved. Nowhere else.” His fingers keep their place under your chin as he tilts it even further to capture your lips in a kiss. It’s chaste, with no meaning behind it other than his unwavering love and devotion to you. He pulls back to breathe and he can feel your breath on his skin as you chase his lips down.

Finally, he feels a pang in his heart. Not from pain, rage, or even fear, but from his ever present want to keep you in his arms with your body pressed against his. 

He wants to keep you caged in his arms forever where no one can hurt you, and you’d let him. 

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Song Shuffle Challenge

I don't know if anyone remembered these since it's been a while since I saw them around but those old challenges where you would put your iPod on shuffle and write a short for each song?

Yeah I did one.

Gilded Lily - Cults

 The blood on his teeth felt tacky as Izuku swallowed his own spit. He looked up at Bakugou who looked down with a sneer. Izuku felt his hands clench. 

 Four times. It had been four times he went back and tried to change Bakugou. The first time, he thought, foolishly, he just needed to show his strength because that was how Kacchan changed his mind in the first time line. Yet it did nothing. All it did was piss Bakugou off. He hated Izuku being stronger then him, hated the fact Izuku would not bow. 

 It kept happening, kept occurring. Bakugou was angry at him, always angry. 

 Why did Izuku keep trying? Why did… why did he care? He had promised Kirishima the first time to try and save Bakugou, but… was it worth it? 

Which Witch -Florence and the Machine

 Izuku looked out at the crowd of people all eager to see his demise. He held the red eyed gaze of Bakugou who ended up having to look away, refusing to even acknowledge that Izuku was looking at him. Izuku sneered, closing his eyes. 

 “We find the guilty-” the jury was saying, but Izuku felt his mind turn from the moment. Back to what had happened.

 When Bakugou had tried to shove him off a bridge, angry the Quirkless boy had saved him, angry that the boy had gotten praise from the heroes while Bakugou was only pitied. Izuku had fallen, landing wrong on his spine. He was paralyzed. And few gave a fuck.

 Other then Shigaraki, who heard what happened at the hands of a hero, and offered a way out of the situation. A way to get back at Bakugou who was allowed into UA to be a hero.

 Izuku had taken the man’s hand. And he would not regret it one second.

 Never would he regret his revenge.

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

 Tenya cupped Izuku’s face to kiss him gently, Izuku reaching up to grasp the other’s wrists. “I love you,” Tenya said softly, almost to softly for Izuku to hear.

 “I love you to,” Izuku said.

 “Then come with me,” Tenya begged. Izuku bit his lip, green eyes welling with tears.

 “I don’t know if I can Tenya,” Izuku whispered. “This…”

 “Would you be happy here?” Tenya asked. “Would you be happy under your mother’s thumb? Forced to obey her wishes?”

 “No,” Izuku replied, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead against Tenya’s throat. “I wouldn’t be.”

 “Then come, please. You won’t be happy.” Tenya said. He kissed Izuku’s forehead, hoping the other man would agree.

 “...Okay,” Izuku said. He pulled away to smile up at Tenya, unable to look away. “Let’s go.”

 Tenya kissed him again.

Love From the Other Side -Fall Out Boy

Izumi was about to snap. Her hands dug into her desk as she tried to ignore the mocking laugh from the others in her class. She was sick of this shit. Sick of everything. 

 Going back in time sounded like a well thought out plan in it’s own way, but she forgot how utterly fucked her childhood had been. The countless moments of bullying, the frequent taughts and assaults. How everyone looked down on her. 

 She’d been Mistress, the brain behind the Leauge of Villains, who held the leashes of the most powerful villains in the world. All because they were her soulmates and they obeyed her command because they loved her. She’d been the one to turn Hawks to their side, had raised her and her own to the top, only for it to be foiled by All for One who had no more use of them so he got rid of her soulmates. Got rid of Tomura, and Dabi. Who’d told Toga to have fun claiming her, because he had no more use of his pathetic Quirkless daughter.

 Izumi came back to fix it. She would save her soulmates, and she would murder her father, she just had to deal with this first. And it sucked.

Wild Horses -Grace Power

 Click, boom. Izuku slid the chamber open to shove a new clip in, falling into step with Keigo. The winged hero smiled, waving a hand at the other heroes, utterly calm despite how they both knew that Izuku’s most recent kill would need to be covered up. 

 Izuku slipped his gun into the holster, lighting a cigarette a second later.

 Keigo didn’t mention it. He was to young to smoke, but wasn’t he to young for? 

 When the Commission bought Izuku, they stripped him of a childhood. Izuku had lost everything the day his mother died, and his father gave him up.

 Keigo could afford him a damn smoke.

I Wanna be Yours -Arctic Monkeys

 Izumi was so beautiful. Her head thrown back as she laughed, eyes twinkling in the low light as she discussed something with Kurogiri. Tomura could barely look away. Ever since he’d found the analyst, sobbing and shaking after her classmates attacked her, angry at something she hadn’t done, he had known she was important. He just never knew how, not until she had laughed, wild and free while coated in the blood of her worse bully. He had never been able to look away. 

 He wanted her. Wanted to be hers. Wanted her to be his. He just wanted her, and he wanted to be hers in any way she wanted to.

Before the Devil Knows I’m Dead -Adam Jensen

 Izumi pulled the trigger, not even flinching as she held the eyes of her mother. The woman stood there, unable to move in her shock, opening and closing her mouth as Izumi turned around and kept shooting. 

 “Izumi-” Inko shouted, diving for her daughter but a harsh elbow to the nose made the older woman stumble back, covering her face in pain. She stumbled back, and nearly slipped in the blood forming under a corpse. Izumi laughed, throwing her head back, eyes shinning. 

 “Oh I’ve wanted this for a while,” the Quirkless girl laughed. She pulled the trigger, grinning as she eyed the fleeing people. 

 They deserved it. They all deserved it. 

 She was so sick of this. So sick of everything, and she wasn’t about to keep playing along with the old timeline. 

 She wanted her soulmates, and she better get them before her dad found out first.

My Money - Holy Moly & The Crackers

 “You really don’t know how the world looks,” Izuku told Tenya, raising an eyebrow. The bafflement of the rich kid over how Ochako had to scrimp and save every single thing, how she constantly second guessed herself and bought low quality things confused the boy. 

 “I may have been sheltered-” Tenya began hotly, but Izuku interrupted him. 

 “Money is what makes the world goes round. Ochako and I don’t have the same sort of affluence you do, and Ochako even less then I do. We can’t afford quality items because we don’t have enough. So things break down, and we have to replace them. We can’t keep to a specialized diet because that costs money,” Izuku listed calmly. “You’ve never had to worry about that.” Tenya shook his head. “So please Tenya, think next time you comment about our diet.”

As It Was- Harry Styles

 Izumi rubbed her face as she tried to ignore the looks from Tomura. “This isn’t the same,” she forced out. 

 “No, but isn’t it better?” Tomurai asked honestly.

 “No… yes… I don’t know!” Izumi looked at at Tomura who looked baffled. “Dad is dead. I love it. But…. it doesn’t feel like the league any more. It feels… less.” Izumi wrapped her arms around herself. “It doesn’t feel like home.” Tomura hugged her, leaning a cheek on her head.

 “It won’t be the same. We’re the only ones who remember how it was,” Tomura muttered.

 “Kurogiri…” Izumi whimpered, and Tomura hugged her back. Things weren’t the same this time around, and it sucked for them.

 But they had each other. It… it hopefully would figure itself out in the end.

Geronimo- Sheppard

 Izuku grabbed Tenya’s had, laughing as he began running.

 “Where are we going?!” the taller male shouted, staring at Izuku.

 “Anywhere,” Izuku said. “Seize the day Tenya! We’re alive!” he beamed at the taller man, who felt his own face begin to break open in a smile.

 They were alive. After everything, the various time loops as they tried to make things right, they had finally done it. Finally killed All for One and destroyed any chance of him coming back. Shigaraki and Dabi were ash. Toga was brain dead. The doctor dead four years running. 

 They were free. They were alive-

 Tenya swept Izuku up, twirling around and laughing, only for Izuku to do the same once he was on the ground, the boys tumbling into the grass with laughs. They looked at one another before moving in, kissing for the first time in all their centuries of looping.

[t1me-v0rt3x]

Theta means death, it always has done and it always will do. For someone who brings hope to wherever they come, it’s a rather morbid name really. Hidden of course, this name is secret, it will never truly be revealed. The doctor replaces Theta, a symbol of hope, someone they hope to be. Although, one might say a name such as Theta would be fitting to the Oncoming Storm, Bringer Of Darkness, Destroyer Of Worlds, a fitting name for the one who killed them all, Time Lords and Daleks alike. Oh how they wish they were the Doctor, how they wish that the Doctor was truly them. In the words of themself ‘good men don’t need rules’ and how correct they are. Oh how easy it would be for them to become such like the Master, and how close they came. 

Koschei means deathless or slave. No power, no choice. For someone who craves such power and control, they really have none, and they know this, which is why they continue to fight for that power, that control. The Master replaces Koschei, some desperate attempt to grasp onto control, even though they will never truly have it. They want the universe in their hands, they want to rule, oh but they never will. They are a slave. A slave to life, a slave to those wretched drums and he is a slave to the universe. Used as a pawn for the return of the Time Lords, with no knowledge of it, and no choice. They were a slave to them too. He wants what he can never have, freedom, and power. 

From this, you may say that the two are opposites, they are nothing alike, but for this you would be wrong. Theta and Koschei are similar, incredibly similar. In fact so similar that they were supposed to be each other, Koschei supposed to be the Doctor and Theta the Master. Theta, the one who always acted out, and Koschei, the one who paid attention. They seem to symbolise each other, a reference to who they were supposed to be. Of course it had to begin somewhere. Perhaps it was that day where the Time Lord Torvic went missing? When Theta murdered him to protect Koschei. That rock, lodged into that small skull, that piercing cry, and the blood spilling into the river. When they stood, hand in hand, watching his body burn on the funeral pyre, and allowed him to return to nature. This murder would never be discovered, and Torvic would never return. 

And yet, why was Koschei blamed? Was it their fault? Was it Theta’s? Or was it Torvics? Theta never even remembered the murder, and Koschei believed it was their own fault. Theta doesn’t remember. They don’t remember the deal they made with death, or how it asked them to be it’s champion. Theta doesn’t remember denying death of this, nor do they remember passing the blame onto Koschei, who then had no choice. 

Koschei is a slave to life, and a slave to death. And it was Theta’s fault, it was the Doctor’s fault. 

The two were never the same. Though they did not speak of that night ever again, their fate was changed, and that promise they made to travel the stars together would never be fulfilled. Or would it? Should you count the countless centuries the Doctor and the Master have spent chasing each other across the stars, then perhaps maybe you could say their pact was fulfilled. But it would never be the same. They would never be the same. 

Koschei had lost his mind, centuries upon centuries of four beats driving them mad, all the while, Theta went off to travel the stars without them. Koschei learnt to resent Theta, and Theta learnt to be wary of Koschei. They were no longer those two who would run and play in the red grass, or the tall mountains. They were opposing forces, trying to cancel out the other. Theta would try desperately to be a good person, to be a force of good, even if their tendencies and true impulses were to have control, or even power. They had that craving, just as much as Koschei. It is seen, it is known. 

‘The laws of time are mine and they will obey me’ 

Don’t you see? Theta could oh just so easily become what Koschei had become. They crave that power, no matter how much they deny it, and in some way, they resent Koschei for that same trait.

They know each other, more than anyone. They grew up together. They spent days playing in red grass and running up those mountains. What happened, where neither knew who was truly at fault, and yet it changed them forever. They promised to see the stars together, and in some way, maybe they did. Theta chose one path, Koschei chose the other, and now they hardly recognise who they used to be, and yet at the same time, they are the same two who ran in that long red grass together. Koschei’s hands, now covered in blood, were hands that would hold Theta’s, and i suppose you could say that in reverse too. Koschei claims to want Theta gone, and yet it doesn’t happen, because deep down, they are still friends. Theta would most likely not stop Koschei if they ever acted on those claims. 

They love each other, but they grew up to hate each other. Centuries of essentially begging the other to join them, and the other betraying them or denying it entirely. And this is what hurts the most, both of them want to be with the other, but they never can, not anymore. They care for each other, so much, they love each other the same. They will never stop loving each other, but they have become lost to the principle of hating each other, and now its too late. If they really hated each other so much, they would have killed the other by now, but that hasn’t happened, and it never will. Koschei is cleaver, pulling off schemes just to get Theta’s attention, because they love them. They will burn whole planets just so Theta will notice. 

Theta loves Koschei so much it kills them every time because they keep giving Koschei a chance and they keep begging Koschei to run away with them, and they won’t, and they never will, and yet, Theta hopes anyway. it kills them because they love them when they shouldn’t. 

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

BNHA - A Quirk That Can Do Anything

A/N: This was originally posted on my Patreon some time ago, so be sure to think about pledging over there to see drabbles like this in advance! (And exclusive drabbles!)

Original Prompt by Istas (patron): EraserMic and Shinson. Soft, bone deep realizations. Hitoshi has heard his entire life all the bad things he could do with his Quirk. "You can make someone do Anything" sounds so scary to everyone, even to Hitoshi. But the first time he was able to use his Quirk to stop someone's panic attack, a quiet part of him went 'Oh'. He can do anything, and this is what he chooses.

Summary: Shinsou Hitoshi is having a little bit of a bad day regarding his quirk and just how ‘evil’ it could be. It’s then really hard to think of his quirk as something bad when he can use it to stop a kid from having a panic attack in the library.

Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi 

Pairing: Background Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Rating: General 

Word Count: 2,693

AO3 Link

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“It’s called Brainwashing. It’s certainly a powerful quirk. It’s an emitter that allows the user to put their target in a state where they are forced to obey all of the user's commands. It’s something to be careful with as he’s growing.”

“I know we agreed to foster him, but surely there’s another family that’s better suited. We have small children and with a quirk like that…”

“Hey! I heard you’re the kid with the brainwashing quirk! How come you’re not already in jail? That’s a villain’s quirk, isn’t it? I mean, you can make anyone do anything.”

“Hey, Shinsou, we were just talking about quirks. Yours is pretty powerful, isn’t it? I’m not sure I’d feel comfortable with a quirk like that and all it can do. I mean, it’s a little creepy, right? Being able to control someone?” 

“Shut up! I know how your quirk works! But you can’t do anything to me if you can’t say anything, right?!”

“You’re applying where? Shinsou, come on, there’s no way you’re going to get into a place like U.A., I mean, yeah, your grades are pretty good, but… Your quirk. You know?”

“Shh, I don’t want him to hear, but we need to take him back. I can’t do this. I can’t keep someone in my home that has such a villainous quirk. What if he uses it on the kids? On us? I want him out of the house-!”

“Shinsou?” Startled out of his thoughts at the call of his name, Shinsou Hitoshi did his best to keep his breathing calm and steady as he looked over at where one of his new classmates was standing in front of him. It was Ashido, because of course it was. “Hey, you doing alright? You seemed kind of zoned out, there.” 

Trying to shrug it off, Hitoshi gave a little nod. “Sure. Just lost in thought. Where’s your horde of idiots?”

“Being idiots.” Following the gesture to where Bakugo, Kirishima, and Kaminari were all rolling around on the ground, knocking over desks and fighting and arguing like feral cats, Hitoshi snorted. “Just wanted to let you know that class ended a couple of minutes ago. Figured something was wrong since you’re usually one of the first ones out the door.”

“Like I said, just lost in thought,” Hitoshi waved off, not really wanting to share that he was once again reflecting on the quirk he had been cursed with. She was the type to be aggressively supportive and rat him out to Aizawa all at the same time. God he wished he had been put into Class 2B sometimes. 

“Uh huh.” Ashido crossed her arms and was in prime position to slip into therapy mode. Hitoshi looked around the room quickly and then realized he didn’t have to look far.

“Might want to corral them before they break something-” Beautifully timed, there was the sound of crunching wood and a shattering desk. Hitoshi smirked. “Well. Something else.” 

Ashido twisting around and opening her mouth to yell was all Hitoshi needed to enact his escape and slip out of the classroom. He must have been lost in memories longer than he realized. While there were a few stragglers, the halls were almost empty and there was the usual silence that settled once classes were over for the day.

At least that made it easier for Hitoshi to get to the library without dodging loud, excited students that sometimes couldn’t control their quirk. They were only a month into the school year and Hitoshi had almost forgotten how eager first years could be, especially with their quirk control — or lack thereof. Apparently, roughly ten or so years wasn’t enough to learn at least a little control. 

Ah, but Hitoshi was being bitter, wasn’t he? It wasn’t often anymore that he had his bad days. Ever since Shouta had taken him under his wing (and then fostered and adopted him with his husband who was Present Mic of all people), Hitoshi had gotten better about how he viewed his quirk. 

Hell, people at the Sports Festival — pro heroes — had said how useful his quirk could be for hero work. His classmates had been proud of him and threw him a party when he got into the hero course and his new classmates had thrown him another party. His quirk had even been a key turning point in the fight against All For One! He was at the point where he should more than see how useful his quirk could be to people. 

And yet… 

You can make anyone do anything you want! sounded terrifying to everyone — even to him. It was a ‘villainous’ quirk, nevermind that plenty of heroes had darker quirks that only weren’t called villainous because of the hero that wielded them. 

(There was a reason Eraserhead, who could take away quirks and Present Mic, who could render people deaf, were his favorite heroes. He knew what it felt like to have a dangerous quirk.)

Focus, Hitoshi chided himself, shaking the thoughts off as he finally reached the library and slipped inside. Getting lost in his head and feeling sorry for himself wasn’t going to help anybody, especially him. Besides, the longer he went feeling sorry for himself the more likely it was his dads would notice and try to be aggressively supportive. 

Heading for his usual table near the back of the place Hitoshi noted that the librarian wasn’t at the desk and instead stocking shelves or chasing off idiots. That also meant, though, that there was no one to call for backup or help when he suddenly heard gasping breaths tearing through the air, sounding like someone couldn’t breathe. 

If it was even half a year ago Hitoshi would have paused and been torn on what he should do. After everything, though, he didn’t even hesitate before he was rushing towards the sound and cursing the fact that students weren’t allowed to carry their weapons on them at all times. The binding cloth would be really useful if Hitoshi was about to come across some insane villain who decided attacking a U.A student was- 

Ah.

Shit. 

Instead of a villain attacking a student, which Hitoshi could have much more easily handled, it was a perfectly healthy student collapsed on the floor and looking like she was in the middle of a panic attack and couldn’t calm down. 

Desperately withholding the urge to swear with enough curse words that he’d be grounded for a month, Hitoshi dropped his bag and then followed with himself. First things first, he needed to look as non-threatening as possible and then he needed to get the kid to start taking some deep breaths. Passing out from a panic attack wasn’t fun for anyone involved. 

“Hey, can you hear me?” A quick check to see how coherent she was, Hitoshi felt a little tension leave him when her eyes snapped over to look at him. The tension came back when he noticed how wild and stressed they were. “My name is Shinsou Hitoshi, a second-year student in the hero course. I’m not sure how aware you are, but you’re having a panic attack.” 

There was always a chance it was some type of allergic reaction, but Hitoshi couldn’t see any swelling or redness anywhere that would indicate it. He had also had enough panic attacks to be able to spot the difference between it and anaphylactic shock. He also had enough to know that saying it’s okay or just take a breath wasn’t going to do shit. 

Best way of dealing with it was, likely, going to be reassuring her that she was at least in a safe place. “You’re in the library at U.A. right now, which is about the safest place you can be. You don’t need to worry about any sudden attacks and even if you do pass out, Recovery Girl is still here and can help you. So I need you to try and get some breath in if you can, okay?” 

Hitoshi knew he didn’t exactly look like someone who was good at comforting kids, or even acted like it, but he at least knew how to keep an even, calm tone. 

It didn’t seem to be helping, though. 

Instead of calming down, the girl only seemed to be working herself up more and more — not that Hitoshi was shocked. She was definitely a first year, but she looked even younger than she should. Possibly skipped a few grades? Even if she was fifteen, feeling something like a panic attack probably made her feel like she was about to die. 

Looking around and praying for an adult or a burst of inspiration, Hitoshi froze as he saw his backpack slowly lifting into the air, followed by half a dozen books that were soon becoming a dozen.

Gaze snapping back to the girl, Hitoshi finally did let slip a swear as he realized that she had something like a levitation or telekinesis quirk and it was going wild around them. The last thing they needed was a bookcase falling down on them, too. 

“Okay- Okay.” Hitoshi needed to calm her down before her quirk ended up hurting her, him, or both of them. He also knew a perfect way to do it and felt half-sick even as he knew it was the quickest way. “I’m going to help you, okay? You need to be able to answer me verbally, though. It can be anything, you just have to respond to me, okay?” 

Hitoshi threw as much of his quirk into the question as he could, waiting breathlessly and with a rising sense of anxiety. When he finally heard the smallest, breathiest “Okay.” in response he grabbed onto the word and wrapped his quirk around the girl as carefully and tightly as he could. 

“Breathe in for two seconds. Hold it for four seconds. Breathe out four seconds. Repeat this three times.” His quirk had her firmly under control and Hitoshi watched as she began following his orders. There had been no point in ordering her to do the usual calming breaths when she had no air to spare, so working up to it was his best choice.

The books still floated around them, Hitoshi on edge as he silently counted out the amount of breaths he had ordered her to do. “Good. Now breathe in for five seconds. Hold it for six seconds. Breathe out for eight seconds. Repeat this five times.” 

Slowly, the girl’s chest started to rise slower and slower, her eyelids drooping even as the glazed look remained. She would be exhausted and crash as soon as she was sitting down and aware again, likely. 

“Really good. Now, carefully lower everything you’re lifting with your quirk, then release your quirk.” Standing up slowly and grabbing his bag once it was free of the quirk, Hitoshi ignored the books on the ground. “Stand up carefully and slowly. Once you’re steady, follow me.” 

Hitoshi had a wild thought that he had no idea what the punishment was for using a quirk on a fellow student when it was for good purposes, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be very lenient. Still, he wasn’t willing to release her until he had her in Recovery Girl’s office — then at least if she went right back into an attack there would be an actual medical professional to help. 

The walk was quick, at least, and the halls were clear of everyone which meant Hitoshi didn’t have to worry about someone asking why a first year was following after him blankly and quietly and obviously brainwashed. 

“Recovery Girl?” Forcing the thoughts and worries out of his head, Hitoshi knocked on the office door before opening the door. “Are you- Ah.” Recovery Girl was in. So were both of his dads. Because of course.

“‘Toshi?” Hizashi was the first one to speak, confused and then panicked. “Are you alright? What-”

“I’m fine,” Hitoshi blurted, cutting Hizashi off before he had to deal with two panicking people. “Just- Yeah. Alright.” Opening the door fully, Hitoshi looked back to the girl who he didn’t even have a name for yet. “Walk over to one of the beds and carefully lay down.” 

As ordered, the girl did so. Hitoshi half-expected some yelling or frantic questions as to what was going on, but somehow the dead silence was even worse. Still. He could run out of the room and book it to a hole to hide in once he was done.

Taking a slow breath, Hitoshi released the hold on his quirk until he no longer had control, walking over to the bed and standing a few feet away as the girl groaned and looked even more exhausted then he would have thought. “What…?”

“Hey,” Hitoshi called quietly, waiting until she focused on him. “You’re okay. I don’t know how much you remember, you were having what looked like a panic attack in the library. Started using your quirk a little. I- My quirk, it let me, well…” Shit. How did he explain that one? 

Before he could, the girl made a sound like she was going to cry and Hitoshi was about to jump out the window. He then froze as she whispered, “You made it stop.” It wasn’t said like an accusation. “Thank you.” 

“I…” Clearing his throat, Hitoshi forced himself to not look over at the adults. “My quirk is Brainwashing. I used it to help you calm down and get to Recovery Girl’s office.” 

“You helped me breathe.” Alright. She at least remembered everything, which was a good sign. Shrugging, and ready to make an excuse and run because the adults still hadn’t said anything, Hitoshi froze as the girl suddenly jumped off the bed and threw her arms around him in a hug. “Thank you.” 

“Oh- Uh.” Hitoshi raised and lowered his arms and then, very carefully, pat the top of her head. “You’re welcome?” Almost instinctively, he looked towards his dads for help. Instead of looking worried or disappointed or anything about him using his quirk, Shouta was smirking at him and Hizashi was looking ready to either cry or join in on the hug or both. 

Recovery Girl, proving that she was Hitoshi’s favorite, came to his rescue. “Alright, let’s get you back on the bed and we’ll give everything a look.” In short order the girl was shuffled to the bed, Hitoshi and his dads were pushed out of the room, and Hitoshi was being suffocated with hugs. 

“‘Toshi! I’m so proud of you!” Hizashi wasn’t quite yelling, but was damn close to it, and Hitoshi wasn’t sure how to react for a minute. 

It was made worse when he felt Shouta ruffle his hair, smiling at him and offering a quiet, “Good job, kid, using your quirk like that.” 

And, huh. Yeah. Hitoshi had just his quirk to stop a panic attack. 

His whole life, ever since his quirk had appeared, he had heard about how his quirk was villainous and evil and could be used to cause harm. He had always heard about the bad things he could do with his quirk, but… He had almost forgotten about the good he could do with it.

He had used his quirk to help his team win during the winter exam. His quirk had been the only way Aoyama and his family had been able to lie to One For All. His quirk had turned the tide in battle and put that giant on their side for a while. His quirk had helped someone break out of a panic attack. 

He kind of hated that it had really taken him so long for him to really get it, but he supposed he was at a hero school to learn just what he had. 

Because he could do anything with his quirk. He could choose to do anything with a quirk like Brainwashing. 

And that meant he could go above and beyond everyone who had ever said different and he could choose to do good with it, too.Plus Ultra, wasn’t it?

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[dearweirdme]

Seeing Jungkook publicly stand up to support NJ just made me realize that he is and has always been able to stand up for himself and his loved ones.

Taehyung and Jungkook are arguably the most rebellious members of the group so don’t you think that it is a bit unreasonable to continue with the narrative that they both have forced to do things they didn’t really want to do? Jungkook knew exactly what this whole thing would look like. He knew the media was gonna jump on his words and use it to attack his company and maybe even his members and himself yet he didn’t care as he just wanted to defend those girls yet some tkkrs things that this same person has spent years being oppressed by the company? It only took him a few months (while enlisted) to do what he did so what sense does it make to continue to believe that he willingly read scripts or allowed the company twist his words when it came to his bond with Taehyung?

More importantly he could defend and openly stand up against young artists being dragged into company fights but all these years you truly believe that he sat there and simply obeyed while bighit separated or tried potraying him and Tae as awkward? If he could be this assertive then why didn’t he stand up against the company for his friendship and relationship with Taehyung all these years?

Hi anon!

In my opinion, there are many things wrong with this line if thinking.

First of all, you cannot compare this instance of Jk speaking out on behalf of Nj’s to him possibly having been able to speak out on his relationship with Tae. If we’re correct, Tae and Jk are closeted. Not because they want to be, but because either society or the company (probably both) make them stay closeted. Him speaking out on that would mean he’d out himself and Tae and that would have a long lasting effect on how people see and treat them. Jk has stood up for his friendship with Tae.. just by showing how close they are constantly. Jk has spoken out on a lot of things last year. This post he made today will not affect his career at all. At most he will get a strong talking to from Hybe, but that will be literally all. It’s an incident and will have no affect on his long lasting career. What was he supposed to say about Tae? People see them as friends already, and going beyond that is impossible.

You also mistakenly think that Jk’s influence and standing now is the same as it was years ago. Standing has to be built. When BTS was still working on getting to the top they had no room to voice their opinions like this. Losing the favor of the public or of Hybe would have had a damaging affect on their careers. That is different now imo. Should Hybe be so mad that they’d fire Jk over this, he would be signed with a new contract with another company a day later. Hybe needs Bts and Jk more than they need Hybe at this point. So Jk can use the weight he has gained over the years now to speak up on behalf of Nj’s who have not yet gained the status he has.

Jk can probably remember very well what it was like to have no power, so he uses his own for them now. It doesn’t mean he agrees with what Nj’s demands are, it doesn’t mean he thinks Mhj is right, it just means that he feels artists shouldn’t be used the way Mhj and Hybe now use NJ’s.

Don’t make this a Tkk thing, because it’s very different things in very different moments of time.

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

June of Doom day 27

“I’m so sorry” (sacrifice/obsession/display)

Caretaker had told them to stay out of the basement.

It was a silly rule, but obeying it seemed like the least Whumpee could do. After all, it was Caretaker who’d found them stumbling down a dirt road, fresh from captivity and terrified of recapture. They’d been willing to not only take a stranger in, but to listen to their insane story and give them a place to stay without threatening to call the police. If the only thing Caretaker asked for in exchange was a bit of privacy, then Whumpee wouldn’t fault them for it.

Or, that’s what they’d thought. But after nearly a month of slow recovery, a month of watching Caretaker slip into their basement and hearing them work quietly down there throughout the night, Whumpee had become curious. It was paranoia, they knew. Lingering fear from what Whumper had done to them. Nothing worth acknowledging, and yet they still ached to know. 

They’d assumed it’d be harmless to sneak it. Not to be nosey, but just long enough to sate their curiosity. It would only take a moment to dull the anxiety that’d been building in their stomanch. 

Whumpee had been wrong.

The basement was almost empty, barren of any of the boxes or clutter one would expect. But what was there, Whumpee recognized. They recognized the metal shelf, currently empty when it usually held a plethora of tools and weapons. They recognized the drain in the center of the floor and the hose purpuding from the wall, both ready to make clean-up a simple task. And they certainly remembered the chains on the far wall, all different lengths, but none long enough to ever allow Whumpee to escape. 

It was Whumper’s basement, almost exactly. The only difference was that it didn’t smell used. There was no lingering stench of blood, no smell of unwashed bodies and filth. It smelled new, like wet cement and blench. Like it was in the process of being renovated. 

Whumpee felt frozen, the contrast of the warm halls of Caretaker’s home and  this place leaving them spinning. They didn’t know how this had gotten here,  why it was here. They didn’t even know if it was ‘here’ at all, the image was so bizarre that Whumpee couldn’t even trust it to be reality. Had Caretaker–

“Whumpee?”

Whumpee screamed at the sound, whirling around to find Caretaker standing before them, frowning. They didn’t look angry or shocked, just disappointed. Like this was totally normal, like Whumpee was just a somewhat rude guest. 

Whumpee’s throat went dry.

“I told you not to come in here. It’s not ready yet.” Caretaker said, closing the door behind them. “I wanted to bring you down with a bit more fanfare, but I suppose this’ll have to do. I’ll forgive you, this time.”

Whumpee was suddenly keenly aware that Caretaker was blocking the only exit.  “I…What?”

A smile, wide and gleeful, split across Caretaker’s face. “You’re the genuine article. You’ve met Whumper. I know it’s true, I know when I see their work,” As Caretaker spoke, they steadily made their way down the stairs, forcing Whumpee to backpedal, descending deeper into the basement.

“I’ve been waiting for someone like you. Stalking that old road for months, digging through Whumper’s trash until I found one that was still worthwhile, and hiding the bodies of the ones that weren't,” They giggled. “And finally you arrived, bleeding and desperate for care. I just had to take you,”

“N-no! I don’t–what do you want?!” Panic was stealing Whumpee’s words from them, smothering their ability to comprehend what was happening. They were being cornered, moved further and further back with no way to get back Caretaker's looming form. They nearly screamed when their back hit the far wall, memories of Whumper flashing before their eyes.

Caretaker placed a hand on their shoulder, squeezing at a slowly healing wound. Whumpee groaned in pain. “I want this room to be perfect, and it won’t be without you. Without you, it’s just a cheap recreation of greatness. I need you, to make this a genuine article, to even compare to what Whumper does.”

Somehow, it was only then that Whumpee was able to compel themselves to struggle. But Caretaker’s grip was unyielding.

“We’re going to work together, and Whumper will be so impressed when they see what we’ve done.” 

[amandav09]

Missing persons report

It’s one of the few stories I managed to finish.Know that there are many that I have not finished yet (not especially on this character) but I will make sure to finish.Then let’s make history!

Sorry for spelling mistakes but English is not my language of birth

Summary: Your child is not found leave room for panic and your husband is absent

Warning: anxiety but plush at the end don't worry

Word count : 3,5 k

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«Don’t worry princess, we’ll find him» Tried to calm one of the servants, her reassuring words don’t work at any time, only generating a flying desire to put your stitch in her face.

But it’s perfectly normal, your 5-year-old disappeared, since the end of the morning, he was nowhere to be found. Adding to that your husband, who hasn’t been found for three hours

Several governesses and maids went in search of the boy, trying to find him before the news reached the ears of the queen and king.

The two women who followed you tried to follow you while you crossed one of the corridors of the castle

“Madam please go back to your apartments, we will find your child do not worry” Retenta the oldest of the two, wanting in a vain attempt to make you hear reason

You stop in the middle, force them to do the same.

“If I hear you again trying to persuade me to stop looking for my son, I will make sure that Vhagar uses his flames,” you threatened.

Silence was your only answer. You were about to walk again when you thought about your sentence.

"Vhagar"

"My lady?" Questioned the other servant, but you did not take the time to explain, put your dress up in a firm grip, and ran towards the caves housing your husband’s dragon. Never taking into account the cold rain that flowed over your warm body

It took only about ten minutes before you were in front of the cave, the height mitigating the water runoff that had already soaked the fabric of your dress and your hair well

Low rumblings from the inside don’t calm your anxiety.

«I go for knights» Warns the youngest woman.

But before she can return to the castle, a shadow in the darkness of the den will come towards you

“Please” Whisper while staring at the person

Your husband’s features were gradually becoming clear, his body straight, a slight smile sticking to his face when his only valid eye was staring at you. Her body was covered with her cape and her gait appreciated slightly shaky

The two servants knelt before the prince as a sign of respect.

«Return to the palace, and calm the agitation there» Orgonna Aemond in the direction of both.

They nodded and obeyed, taking the way back. He stared at them a few seconds before looking back at you.

«Aemond» You said his name, before seeing him shift his cape a little to the side, showing your son at the same time

He had the look falling under the fatigue, and held with an iron fist the fabric of his father’s trousers, no doubt the reason for his limp.

You let go a reassuring sigh, the previous stresses slowly go away and rushed towards them to fall on your knees in front of your son, taking his face in your hands to look for any injury.

I found him with Vhagar. He had sat next to his head, apparently the rain would have surprised him, and while waiting for her to calm down he is asleep.”

“What a carefree child. I thought he had more of my character level.”

Your husband smiles at your words, remembering the time he said to himself that in common with his son, he had only the physique.

He never failed to prove him wrong.

«Let’s go home, otherwise you will both get sick» Advised the blond, pulling you also under his cape while you had taken your child in your arms to allow him to fall into the world of dreams.

“I’ll probably have to thank your dragon for looking after him.”

He bangs his head, omitting the fact that he had to scold her in order to recover his son. But he knew that in case of danger, he could entrust you to her to protect you.

[getherbanshee]

Dennis Takes a Mental Health Day Analysis

Hello, macdennis hive mind. Now, I know that was not the episode we were hoping for; however, I’m here to tell you that there is still hope for macdennis through my analysis of “dennis takes a mental health day.”

This is also not a spoiler free analysis, so you have been warned.

“It Wasn’t Real”/“It Was All a Dream” Trope

Yes, this trope is overplayed. Yes, I am upset that appeared in always sunny episode. However, they did what always does and subverted the trope and flipped it on its head. (I will get more into this in a minute.) So I can’t stay mad at them for this. A light round of applause. Once it is revealed that this is fake scenario that Dennis has created in his mind (just like me fr), we are able to explore some of the deeper meanings, symbolism, and metaphors throughout the episode.

Dennis’s difficulty and inability to integrate with change

Throughout the series it has become prevalent that Dennis is reluctant to change and progress with the most specific example being with Mac. Their dynamic has teetered throughout the show with Mac’s progression as a character and in turn Dennis’s regression as a character. With the devices such as Dennis being forced to change in his environment with his age, his health, the keyless car, a new car, cashless payment with an app in place, and the new phone, these are all catalogs to represent unwillingness to change and evolve and could be considered metaphors for his relationship with Mac. While Mac is changing and evolving like society, Dennis is stuck in the past where things were easy, made sense to him, and were less stressful with him to cope with because it’s what he knows. Mac changing is difficult for him to process because it is a) change and b) a new way to see his and Mac’s relationship. They aren’t the two best friends joint at the hip. They are something more. They are changing and evolving, yet Dennis refuses to admit or accept this.

Diamond Metaphor

This one’s kinda simple and saying that Dennis sees himself as one who works well under pressure and can take a terrible situation and fix it to make it better. However, this is just the opposite. As the gang was trying to make diamonds in the bar, they were doing it in a dangerous and unsafe way, which could worsen their situation, possibly starting a fire that could burn down Paddy’s. This goes in tandem with how Dennis reacts in most situations. By trying to fix what is “wrong” in the situation, he is fixing what would be best for him; however, this could permanently ruin a situation, like starting a fire or rejecting Mac in a way that was easier for Dennis to cope with than it was to just let Mac and accept him.

The System

Dennis is the system. I don’t know what else this could be other than Dennis is the system. Because we are in Dennis’s head, Dennis is creating these situations for himself where he is upset or gets angry, and it is his fault. He created these guidelines for himself that if something is not going his way or change is coming he gets angry and rejects it. These aren’t anyone else’s rules but his. You can then apply this reasoning to how he behaves around Mac. No one is saying he can’t be vulnerable with Mac other than himself because Dennis doesn’t enable himself to. Dennis doesn’t allow himself to open up to people, even someone he has been best friends with since high school. If he did let Mac in, that would mean he would have to accept that he was wrong and would have to talk to himself (talk to the person who created the system). It’s self-sabotage, and Dennis is the CEO of self-sabotage.

Little Note

I love that even in Dennis’s fake scenario Mac is still obedient to him, unlike Mac now, who is more independent and evolved. Mac believes that the call from Dennis is a test and obeys that they should not answer to anger Mac. In Dennis’s mind, Dennis clings to the idea that Mac should please and obey him, when that is not Mac anymore.

Im probably gonna have more to add onto this, but these are my thoughts on the subject for now. Please feel free to add on, agree, disagree, comment. Go nuts because I certainly was after this episode.

[dailyanarchistposts]

J.6.4 Isn’t “libertarian child-rearing” just another name for spoiling the child?

No. This objection confuses the distinction between freedom and license. To raise a child in freedom does not mean letting him or her walk all over you or others; it does not mean never saying “no.” It is true that free children are not subjected to punishment, irrational authority, or moralistic admonitions, but they are not “free” to violate the rights of others. As Neill put it: “in the disciplined home, the children have no rights. In the spoiled home, they have all the rights. The proper home is one in which children and adults have equal rights.” Or again: “To let a child have his own way, or do what he wants to at another’s expense, is bad for the child. It creates a spoiled child, and the spoiled child is a bad citizen.” [Summerhill, p. 107 and 167]

There will inevitably be conflicts of will between parents and children, and the healthy way to resolve them is discussion and coming to an agreement. The unhealthy ways are either to resort to authoritarian discipline or to spoil the child by allowing them to have all the social rights. Libertarian psychologists argue that no harm is done to children by insisting on one’s individual rights, but that the harm comes from moralism, i.e. when one introduces the concepts of right and wrong or words like “naughty,” “bad,” or “dirty,” which produce guilt.

Therefore it should not be thought that free children are free to “do as they please.” Freedom means doing what one likes so long as it does not infringe on the freedom of others. Thus there is a big difference between compelling a child to stop throwing stones at others and compelling him or her to learn geometry. Throwing stones infringes on others’ rights, but learning geometry involves only the child. The same goes for forcing children to eat with a fork instead of their fingers; to say “please” and “thank you”; to tidy up their rooms, and so on. Bad manners and untidiness may be annoying to adults, but they are not a violation of adults’ rights. One could, of course, define an adult “right” to be free of annoyance from anything one’s child does, but this would simply be a license for authoritarianism, emptying the concept of children’s rights of all content.

As mentioned, giving children freedom does not mean allowing them to endanger themselves physically. For example, a sick child should not be asked to decide whether he wants to go outdoors or take his prescribed medicine, nor a run-down and overtired child whether she wants to go to bed. But the imposition of such forms of necessary authority is compatible with the idea that children should be given as much responsibility as they can handle at their particular age. Only in this way can they develop self-assurance. And, again, it is important for parents to examine their own motives when deciding how much responsibility to give their child. Parents who insist on choosing their children’s clothes for them, for example, are generally worried that the child might select clothes that would reflect badly on their parents’ social standing.

As for those who equate “discipline” in the home with “obedience,” the latter is usually required of a child to satisfy the adults’ desire for power. Self-regulation means that there are no power games being played with children, no loud voice saying “You’ll do it because I say so, or else!” But, although this irrational, power-seeking kind of authority is absent in the libertarian home, there still remains what can be called a kind of “authority,” namely adult protection, care, and responsibility, as well as the insistence on one’s own rights. As Neill observed: “Such authority sometimes demands obedience but at other times gives obedience. Thus I can say to my daughter, ‘You can’t bring that mud and water into our parlour.’ That’s no more than her saying to me, ‘Get out of my room, Daddy. I don’t want you here now,’ a wish that I, of course, obey without a word.” [Op. Cit., p. 156]. So there will still be “discipline” in the libertarian home, but it will be of the kind that protects the individual rights of each family member.

Raising children in freedom also does not imply giving them a lot of toys, money, and so on. Reich’s followers have argued that children should not be given everything they ask for and that it is better to give them too little than too much. Under constant bombardment by commercial advertising campaigns, parents today generally tend to give their children far too much, with the result that the children stop appreciating gifts and rarely value any of their possessions. This same applies to money, which, if given in excess, can be detrimental to children’s’ creativity and play life. If children are not given too many toys, they will derive creative joy out of making their own toys out of whatever free materials are at hand — a joy of which they are robbed by overindulgence. Psychologists point out that parents who give too many presents are often trying to compensate for giving too little love.

There is less danger in rewarding children than there is in punishing them, but rewards can still undermine a child’s morale. This is because, firstly, rewards are superfluous and in fact often decrease motivation and creativity, as several psychological studies have shown (see section I.4.11). Creative people work for the pleasure of creating; monetary interests are not central (or necessary) to the creative process. Secondly, rewards send the wrong message, namely, that doing the deed for which the reward is offered is not worth doing for its own sake and the pleasure associated with productive, creative activity. Thirdly, rewards tend to reinforce the worst aspects of the competitive system, leading to the attitude that money is the only thing which can motivate people to do the work that needs doing in society.

These are just a few of the considerations that enter into the distinction between spoiling children and raising them in freedom. In reality, it is the punishment and fear of a disciplinarian home that spoils children in the most literal sense, by destroying their childhood happiness and creating warped personalities. As adults, the victims of disciplinarianism will generally be burdened with one or more anti-social secondary drives such as sadism, destructive urges, greed, sexual perversions, etc., as well as repressed rage and fear. The presence of such impulses just below the surface of consciousness causes anxiety, which is automatically defended against by psychological walls which leave the person stiff, frustrated, bitter and burdened with feelings of inner emptiness. In such a condition people easily fall victim to the capitalist gospel of super-consumption, which promises that money will enable them to fill the inner void by purchasing commodities — a promise that, of course, is hollow.

The neurotically enclosed person also tends to look for scapegoats on whom to blame his or her frustration and anxiety and against whom repressed rage can be vented. Reactionary politicians know very well how to direct such impulses against minorities or “hostile nations” with propaganda designed to serve the interests of the ruling elite. Most importantly, however, the respect for authority combined with sadistic impulses which is acquired from a disciplinarian upbringing typically produces a submissive/authoritarian personality — a man or woman who blindly follows the orders of “superiors” while at the same time desiring to exercise authority on “subordinates,” whether in the family, the state bureaucracy, or the company. Ervin Staub’s Roots of Evil includes interviews of imprisoned SS men, who, in the course of extensive interviews (meant to determine how ostensibly “normal” people could perform acts of untold ruthlessness and violence) revealed that they overwhelmingly came from authoritarian, disciplinarian homes.

In this way, the “traditional” (e.g., authoritarian, disciplinarian, patriarchal) family is the necessary foundation for authoritarian civilisation, reproducing it and its attendant social evils from generation to generation.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Wild Eyes

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Rogues

Summary: This is an AU where Jason ends up in Peña Dura with Bane after stowing away on a boat trying to escape Gotham.

Chapters: 3/?

Characters: Bane DC, Jason Todd, Birdy, Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Parent Bane (DCU), Canon Divergent AU, Father-Son Relationship, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Unconventional Families, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Chapter Three: My Church Has Triple Belly Floppers

I’d only been gone a short while before Jason and I were reunited, but Jason seemed much older than his seventeen years. I’d never seen him fight, but he fought ruthlessly and tirelessly. His hair was plastered with sweat, blood, and water as the rain poured on our heads. His eyes seemed so far away as rage twisted his sweet face into a frightening scowl. I don’t think he saw me. I can’t imagine he saw anyone. “Jason,” I called in the rain, knocking men’s heads together. I forced my way through armed men to reach him. “Jason!”

Our men joined me at the helicopter, and I waited. He couldn’t hear me. “Jason!” I hollered, and he scrambled to his feet, smiling as his chest heaved up and down. His face changed, and he looked like my boy again. I stood firm as he rushed into my arms and pressed his face into my chest.

“Papa! You’re alright!” Jason shouted. I wrapped my arms around him, my heart slowing to a gentle bum bum bum. I pulled away, holding a steady hand on his shoulder, and he looked into my eyes. He might’ve grown to be a man with a stature comparable to mine, but he was a child in his heart. I nodded, and he relaxed his shoulders. We joined the men and the warden on the helicopter.

He stood beside me as I exacted my revenge against our warden, but he grabbed my hand before I could offer one act of mercy. “He dies a man’s death in exchange for the imprisonment of children,” Jason whispered as he snatched Osito from the warden.

“Jason—.”

“Papa, he belongs to you. Not him,” Jason interrupted. I nodded. I gave Osito to Jason before completing the warden’s death sentence, and Jason took a bag off his back to dole out rations. “Papa, this is for you.”

I took my food and watched as he fed everyone except himself. “No one eats,” I commanded. Jason and the men’s foreheads wrinkled, but only Jason could ask why. “Everyone take a portion of their rations and give them to Jason.” They obeyed, and I gave him some of my food as well.

I nodded, and we all ate together. All the while, Jason watched me. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing… I just—. You can do anything… I guess—. I never met anybody that keeps promises like you do,” Jason replied, “I’ve never had that before. But you did the impossible and got us out.”

I could see the sparkle of tears forming in Jason’s eyes. He tried to return Osito to me, and I shook my head. “He’s yours now. Consider it the first of many gifts to come,” I replied. I mussed his hair and grinned. “Rest. We’ll be home soon.”

Jason obeyed, curled up beside Bird, and fell asleep. I kept watch over Jason the whole flight to New Jersey. Bird made a call, and someone brought us a change of clothes and a key to a hotel room. I carried Jason to bed, and I sat with the men. It wouldn’t be long before I felt the illness setting in. I couldn’t allow Jason to see it, but I’d gotten so used to his company that I couldn’t sleep if we were apart. I tossed and turned all night, plagued by the same dreams that haunted me as a child. When I awakened, Jason lay curled into a ball by my side, a thin sheet covering us both. I could hear him whispering, but he wasn’t asleep. Jason spoke so fast I couldn’t make out his words. He only whispered that way when he prayed. His memory served him well. Those were the prayers he whispered when the men were sick. I memorized his cadence, focusing on the breaths he took to decipher the prayer. “Jason?” I whispered. I sat up, shielding my eyes from the sliver of light peeking through the cracked door, and Jason patted my arm.

“Papa, it’s alright,” Jason mumbled, still half-asleep. He sat up, his hair sticking up in some places while plastered to his forehead in others. He stood and pushed his hair back. “I have to go out for a little while. Will you be alright?”

“Do you want one me to accompany—?”

Jason crouched beside me and kissed my cheek. “No, Papa… It’s a surprise. I’ll be home soon,” Jason whispered, “Don’t worry, okay?”

I nodded, watching as he grabbed clothes from the chest and changed. “Should I stay awake?” I asked.

“I’ll wake you… Besides, I want you to get some rest. I want to take you to my church tomorrow night. Maybe Father Tyler will be there,” Jason smiled. I grabbed his wrist. I fought every desperate thought I had regarding the idea of separating. “It’s my turn to make promises, Papa. I’ll be back soon. I promise you.” I lay awake wondering if he’d return. I had to let him go. Even if he’d broken his promise, I would’ve loved him the same as I always did. But he returned no more than two hours after he left. He carried a large bag with him, but I paid it no mind as I grabbed Jason and pulled him into a relieved embrace.

“Where did you go?” I asked, remembering to be gentle in my tone. Jason picked up on every little change in pitch and tonation in my speech. It was one of many things that I loved about our closeness.

“I made a little cash and got you a Triple Belly Flopper with the works… And I got onion rings because it doesn’t seem right to have french fries with a burger as excellent as this one,” Jason smiled, “And don’t worry. I got something for everybody.” Jason reached into the bag and handed me a wrapped sandwich. My mouth watered as soon as I smelled it.

I chuckled involuntarily. “Sorry, I—.” And then I laughed. “It’s a sandwich. I thought it was a swimmer.”

Jason chewed his lip to keep from laughing but quickly joined me in my humorous moment. “Take a bite,” Jason whispered once he collected himself. He ripped the bag open and grabbed an identical sandwich for himself. We ate quickly, but I savored the last bite. It was unlike anything I’d ever tasted. My first of many convenient culinary delights. Jason smiled as I ate the onion rings. He waited until I’d finished eating to speak. “What did you think?”

I wiped my hands with a napkin and lifted his chin. “My church has Triple Belly Floppers,” I grinned. Jason laughed.

Then it dawned on me. I had no idea where Jason got the money. “Jason, how—? How could you afford this?” I questioned.

“I sold tires… I stole them and sold them. I could’ve gotten more money for a whole car, but tires are easier to replace and harder to trace back to me,” Jason explained, “Besides, I made a ton of money in an hour because I’m stronger than I was as a kid… And you won’t believe whose tires I lifted.”

“Whose?” I questioned.

“The Batman,” Jason smiled. He wanted to make me proud.

“You outsmarted him?” I asked. Jason shook his head.

“No, I took advantage of a distraction in the area. He never saw me… But I saw him. I watched him, Papa. He used to have a friend… A partner… But I didn’t see him. The Bat stands alone,” Jason whispered excitedly. My heart dropped into my stomach.

“Stay far away from him. Do you understand me?” I asked. I grabbed his arms. Jason was my child, but he no longer resembled the small boy I saw. To Batman, he would be another adversary. I couldn’t fathom the thought of Batman brutalizing the one I loved most. My dearest treasure. The men at the prison and the warden were different. They were weak… And they were tools to train Jason for survival… But, none of that readied him to beat the Bat, and I wouldn’t stand for him getting hurt on my behalf.

“Papa? I don’t understand. I thought this was what you wanted,” Jason frowned.

“Leave that to me and the men… For now, I want you to enjoy your freedom. Do the things you’ve always dreamt of… It will all be yours soon,” I replied.

[merv606]

Terry eating Daniel out in Mercy but after he’s finished in him. The first time Terry does it, Daniel moves away suddenly catching Terry off guard with the sudden spurt of energy.

“Don’t,” Daniel pleads holding up a hand, mortified and shy at what Terry wants to do. “It’s not…you’ll get your mouth dirty, Terry,”

Terry can’t help but grin at that, charmed. His boy still manages to surprise him even after everything they’ve done. His Daniel still being capable of being shy and skittish even after Terry has had him so thoroughly, and seen and tasted every inch of that tantalizing skin.

This was touched in before in an ask - I’ll post it after this snippet.

The first time Terry had put his mouth on him down there had been …. A learning experience, that’s for sure.

He had protested.

Well, had tried to anyway.

Daniel knew it was pointless - when Terry wanted something he got it. Daniel even being here was proof of that and Daniel being here like this - naked - legs open - hole on display as Terry’s tongue tasted him.

“I knew we belonged together, sweetheart. I just had to hold out long enough for you to see that too.”

But when he had traced his lips down Daniel’s spine, large hands gently spreading his cheeks, Daniel had expected fingers to prep him for the older man, but instead got warm breath as Terry licked over his hole.

Instead of the familiar, his mind registered shock and horror, once he realized what Terry was doing.

What he ended up with was a mouthful of bedspread, biting the sheets before Terry pulled them free - gripping the sheets so tight the corners ripped free. Gasping, breath hitching like he was trying to catch it but couldn’t, screaming when the pointed tongue traced his rim - feeling along the furled muscle.

The wet spot he ended up in, coming without his cock being touched proof of the lies he was telling Terry (and himself).

His mouth was begging to stop but his body oh that told Terry all he needed to know. His boy’s body never lied - not in Terry’s hands anyway; it wouldn’t dare.

Then the first time Terry fucked him, holding his legs open after to watch as his come leaked out had been just nothing short of mortifying / as was Terry playing with his hole, catching the cum and smearing it around rim, having Daniel clench so globs were forced out only so he could finger it back in. Then there were the photos he had taken, although he promised Daniel his face wouldn’t be in them.

He thought he was as far out of his comfort zone as he could even be.

Until.

Until tonight.

Until this.

Because this?

This Is something else entirely.

This is Terry eating him out.

Eating Daniel out after he came.

After Terry came inside him.

This is wrong.

This is perverse.

This is too damn dirty to …

This ….

This feels too good.

God, the shame that goes through Daniel at that.

The things he does under Terry that he never thought he would - that he never knew was possible. Truly, it’s laughable now - how some things never change.

He tries to squirm away, tries to get away from Terry’s mouth on his freshly fucked ass …. But he gets hands on his hips, bruises that he can feel that come tomorrow he knows will match Terry’s fingers as those hands keep him in place, right where Terry wants him.

“Don’t,” is the only word Terry utters, and Daniel obeys, already accepting what he knows is coming.

The grip on his hips gentles.

“Want you to hold yourself open for me.”

Tears prickle Daniel’s eyes. Relief that the older man has stopped, yet needing relief for his soft but aching cock that only continuing this can give. Because Daniel knows if he’s to come again, it will only be allowed to happen from this.

“Baby,” Terry says gently, “do you need some help?”

“No,” his voice cracks, “please it’s … it’s too much ….”

“Shhhh,” Terry soothes him. “You know I would never give you more than you can handle.” A large warm hand smoothing up his back.

Daniel can’t help arching into it, like a fucking cat being petted by its master.

“You used to say the same thing the first time I had you like this …. My mouth on this pretty little hole…. Remember?”

“That was different.”

“How?”

“Your come is leaking out of me now for, Christ sake.”

Terry chuckles, knowing he could get him boy to say it. So prickly when he wants something he thinks he shouldn’t.

Terry couldn’t love him more, even if he tried.

“Yes, but just like the first time I got to taste you like this, you said the same thing. That it was too much. That I shouldn’t put my mouth there.”

Daniel closes his eyes. As if he could ever forget that memory.

“Just let me blow you,” he tries to turn over as he says it but, as he thought, a hard hand on his hip stops him.

“I don’t want your mouth. Not tonight. Tonight I want this,” the older man prying his cheeks back apart, licking up through the mess.

Crying out, Daniel bites into the edge of the mattress, sure he’s leaving a permanent indent of his teeth.

Terry lets him, knowing his boy likes it hide behind this sometimes, knowing that he needs this now, to hide even just a little bit of himself to feel safe. Safe enough to enjoy this; safe enough to give himself over to this. If that means Terry is denied those lovely noises well, he’ll get them next time.

Right now, he is utter perfection.

“You should know by now baby there is no part of you that doesn’t belong to me. That isn’t mine to do with what I want.”

To say the older man eating him out after he’s come in him is overwhelming is the least of it, but then the sound of two fingers fucking back in. The wet squelch isn’t even obscene, just embarrassingly because he’s so used and open - so wet from lube, Terry’s spit and whatever come is left inside him.

“You taste even better after I’ve used you.”

Gripping the sheets willing himself not to hump back …. The older man can tell though - like he always can - how much his boy likes this - how much he’s getting off on it.

Fingering more out, rubbing it around his boy’s pink swollen rim, pushing it back in but then he’s being fucked too hard and too fast - too perfect - his body so wet and open for it.

Daniel comes arching off the bed not even a hand on his cock - just Terry’s mouth on his fucked open ass and his tongue inside - his spent cock giving a valiant twitch, but only a small dribble of clear liquid coming out as his second orgasm is forced out of him - the first one having been fucked out of him earlier.

Terry pulls off with an audible pop, licking his lips.

“You should know by now baby, there is no part of you that doesn’t belong to me. That isn’t mine to do with what I want.”

Daniel wants to deny this; wants to …..

But he’s already reaching back, holding himself open, the warm splash of more of the older man’s come like a brand in his heated skin.

Everything he is and every will be again is truly at Terry’s mercy for the taking.

[elendsessor]

yeah we need to talk about devil survivor’s “law” ending aka kingdom of saints since THIS is what law endings should be. this is like. actual fucking peak.

and it starts off with the protag’s cool ass cape. the white fits super well. the catboy messiah is real.

(seriously though below the cut is a far too long sort of analysis of it so uh spoilers ahead)

i get that japan and many other countries have had a long history with abrahamic religions, particularly catholicism and christianity, being forced onto them and yeah no that isn’t cool. (people should be allowed to choose what they believe in, especially since a lot of religions teach tolerance towards certain beliefs. ngl every person who tries to push a religion onto others because “[deity] will hate you if you don’t” is straight up going against actual teachings and are going into cult territory.) i don’t think i need to say how megaten is very japanese, so it’s no surprise it has such a cynical outlook on abrahamic religions. heck i was raised in a christian family before forming my own beliefs and can confirm a lot of christians suck and don’t actually practice what was preached. but given how it—particularly with mainline—is very focused on morality and the player choosing the route they want to go with based on their experiences (or just because you wanna see a specific ending) it’s heavily noticeable that the law ending is always made to be the worst one. it’s either about giving up individuality to serve god, killing the non-believers, or both.

kingdom of saints is straight up the opposite of that. the cult aka the shomonkai is using their belief not in favor of the abrahamic god aka yhvh. they’re doing what they’re doing to force a belief rather than teach it, and the game makes a point to show that. a lot of the followers are corrupt and will use the comps given for power and control. the entire idea of “overcoming god’s ordeal” is, disregarding belberith manipulating the shomonkai’s founder into believing it’s a good idea, weaponizing people literally and figuratively, which is exactly what cults and extremists are out to do. they force the idea of there being only one right way to think, to do, to believe, and everything against that is not just wrong but poisoning others. in this case, they’re sort of indirectly making out those who don’t join them selfish enablers, or at least partially responsible of something out of their control.

only real issue with this is having the founder be said to have actually met with belberith in some form. a lot of people who start cults or groom others into being radical often claim to have heard [insert subject of belief system here] talk to them directly when in reality they’ve either made it up to further their pre existing ideas or misinterpreted, more often the former. that’s kinda the one real flaw in their story presence.

amane’s arc about finding her belief and breaking off from the shomonkai is well done. i mean it’s not uncommon, either—a lot of people are born into religious families and especially with devout ones are sometimes expected to blindly obey, yet it isn’t until they’re presented with the idea that there are alternatives or that, heck, they don’t have to align themselves to a religion or believe in something that may or may not exist. remiel only comes to amane because she was being used. that and she was possessed by jezebel so uh yeah that’s bad. only then, while also being exposed to the actual suffering of those in the yamanote circle (which we can assume she has had little to no contact with given how cults often alienate themselves from others to preserve their beliefs/keep others from questioning them), does she decide to follow what she believes is right. that right to her is to help the people, and she’s being given the opportunity. she doesn’t become a soulless devotee, either, since she does feel remorse for her father, the founder of the shomonkai, despite how big of a piece of shit he was. she’s also still new to this whole god is real thing so it’s not like she was constantly surrounded by bibles and churches.

god isn’t depicted as perfect, either, or wanting perfection. the reason for the lockdown was because first, it was inevitable demons would run loose. they popped up long before the events of the game. second, it was people bringing them into the world. demons are born of human desires, and devil survivor does illustrate that. thus, god puts them through an ordeal. the entire point of ordeals in religious texts is a test of humanity’s willingness to overcome temptation. notice how the people scouted out are just average people given a task and it’s their choice if they go through with it or not. while asked by god to build an ark, noah could’ve just saved himself from the flood, but even with his family treating him horribly, he saved them, too. there is, though, the constant flaw of who gets affected. not everyone is full of sin, mainly little kids, and this also affects other living things.

the tokyo lockdown was an ordeal and it is treated as flawed. while humanity brought it upon themselves, as sins are born of desire being acted upon even if it does hurt others, there were all sorts of things dragged into it unwillingly. tourists, children, and heck the local flora and fauna, pets, etc. were going to be harmed despite not even being able to sin, not to mention how tokyo is the one carrying japan’s economy and is just the first thing that comes to mind when people think of places in japan. if it goes down, so does the entire country.

however, this was also to show what people were willing to do in such a desperate situation. would they try to seek an end, help others, or would they take advantage of the lockdown? those trying to break out were ultimately running away from the problem, not addressing it. the solution also didn’t have to be picking out a messiah—the protag is given a choice how he wants to use his power if he becomes the king of bel. he can make everything go back to normal and that would be a good outcome. choosing to stand before god is just helping spread the word and making it so the chances of another demon outbreak goes down.

in general, after knowing god exists at the end, it was up to the people what to take from that. did they all want to rise up against him? live in constant fear? work to better themselves? the ending doesn’t truly speak for all people, rather just a generalization of what happened afterwards. it’s pretty open ended in that regard, but humanity still is gifted free will, just now with the knowledge that god is real and is watching them.

then comes the comps. in a way, they’re a metaphor for how people use technology. the biggest issue with the internet is the spread of information: it’s a double-edged sword. false info can be spread just as easily as true facts.

i mean this bit sums it all up.

the comps get spread like wildfire. people use them to help and to harm, and some don’t even know the risks of a comp, leading to further harm. comps aren’t inherently bad, rather it’s who uses them that makes them harmful.

i also wanna quickly talk about funny lizard man naoya aka cain since it’s pretty interesting how he’s handled.

in every route, he pretty much is the guy to manipulate the gang all to get the protag aka abel to do what he wants. what he wants to kill god and the only bel he could use to do that is abel. while the idea of going up against god is badass, in this case, it does feel a bit more wrong as opposed to other “let’s punch god in the face” endings when you get the context. cainaoya only hates god because he felt as if god picked favorites and because he punished him for becoming the first murderer ever. yeah its okay to be a bit jealous but there were many different ways he could’ve handled it—asked god directly if he loved him, distance himself from abel and god, literally anything that doesn’t involve killing a person. the only reason why he keeps getting reincarnated is because he’s shifting the blame as opposed to trying to understand what he did wrong. it’s a really nice change of pace as opposed to the generic “lucifer hates god bc god big stinky :(“ conflict.

so yeah tldr the typical law alignment scenario’s only good rep is desu1’s, mainline’s writing on that front is bad and has to step up its game, you get an arguably cooler cape if you side with god as opposed to lizard man (but i mean protag does look really good with the black cape too-)