#what is the tag for 'look how they massacred my boy' takes?

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At the end of the day, I think my feelings towards Illario are similar to what I feel regarding Viconia and Sarevok in BG3.

These are incredibly complex characters who had such a potential behind them only to get turned into 2-dimensional mustache-twirling villains for you to hate and ridicule.

But unlike for Viconia and Sarevok, what adds insult to injury in Illario's case is that while I can squint really hard and pretend that Viconia and Sarevok are just completely new character who are just villain fodder for you to fight, I can't do the same to Illario because you can't even kill that fucker in the end because, I don't know, you're supposed to share Lucanis' sympathies regarding his fucked family? But nothing in the game is set up to make you feel that way, so the only way to get those feelings is by knowing Illario from The Wigmaker Job, but if you read it you can't pretend he's AAAAGH

Anyway, my king Illario got robbed.

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Snail important question;

Of any line-up of characters of your choice-

Who do you think is attracted to competency,

Who is attracted to stupidity,

Who can go either way,

And who is attracted to both at the same time (imagine;

Reader: sorry I'm late I had to fight off two different ships

Them: is that how you got that bruise on your face?

Reader: oh... Actually, I wasn't looking and pulled a push door off its' hinges into my face

Them, kicking off their pants: god you're so fucking stupid, sit on my face

)

Also, I feel like there are different versions of competency and stupidity. Street smarts vs social obliviousness. Book smarts vs functionally illiterate. Strategic/battle smarts vs what-do-you-mean-flashing-the-enemy-isn't-a-valid-distraction?

(Zoro is completely math smart and dumb in every other way)

I could imagine Luffy would be attracted to hyper specific competency. If you're really into a specific thing and good at it and it's your dream he would absolutely love it even if it sounds like you're speaking gibberish to him. He wouldn't even think of it as weird - I mean, no more weird than any other dream he doesn't personally understand - he's certainly not the type to judge based on societal norms. You could talk his ear off about the reproductive habits of different animals and he wouldn't get why everyone else doesn't like to hear it when they're eating but hey more food for him.

Snail. Your asks always know how to get the better of me. Have a series of little drabbles, dear.

Competency, Stupidity, Duality

Masterlist here

Word Count: 410+, 510+, 580+

Synopsis: They can't help what attracted them to you. No matter what you did, they simply couldn't get enough of you. Their emotions finally catch up with them, and they confess their adoration for you.

Themes: variety x gn!reader, feelings, injury, mentions of battles, finally giving in, all different 'reader' inserts, confessions of love, kid x reader, zoro x reader, killer x reader, angst, fluff, sweetness.

Notes: I wasn't expecting to write this today, but I've been thinking about the big boys lately and I needed to give them some love. Something about trios lately.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @nerium-lil @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @carrotsunshine @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training

Competency: Eustass Kid

When Eustass Kid noticed how quick and sharp you were to react in life or death circumstances, he was immediately smitten with you. Being a Straw-Hat, your ambitions and dreams were fostered by your playful captain as you sailed aboard the Thousand Sunny. Your ability to interact flawlessly by balancing the combined efforts of the three crews had him intrigued by your charisma. 

Fighting by your side was something he didn’t expect to affect him so much. The way you researched the strengths and weaknesses of all three crews sailing and fighting together was admirable. Asserting yourself by asking Law to push and pull you closer to the fight with the Ope-Ope no Mi ability, while fighting side-by-side with Massacre Soldier Killer in close quarters, had him left wordless.

After the battle finishes, he watched as you hastily aided your crew of their injuries while disregarding your own; putting others first while adding pressure to your hand-gash, hovering it over your head to slow the bleeding. He couldn’t get enough of you. 

He needed you to know how he felt about you, but being in the presence of Luffy and Law always seemed to bring out the more juvenile side of attitude. His simple attraction and infatuation with you had to be revealed to you in due time, but he couldn’t risk sounding like an idiot in front of you. He would have to simply wait until you were alone and unoccupied before he made his move to take care of you after taking care of others. 

Slowly approaching you as you sat down against the tangerine grove aboard the Thousand Sunny, his shadow shrouded your form and prompted you to gaze up into his scarred, sheepish face. Your smile caused his heart to beat harder and his head to swirl with a variety of "what-ifs". Gulping back his insecurities, he knelt down in front of you.

“Let me take care of that for you,” he offered with a soft smirk, “You’ve done so much for others, and I think your hand needs some seeing to.” 

“If you say so, Captain Kid,” you shrug, offering your injured hand delicately to him and listening to his every instruction as he treats you, “I wasn’t aware you had any medical training.” He straps your hand in a bandage, placing down the final ties before holding your injured hand in his.

“I don’t,” he shrugged with a smile atop his painted lips, “But I’ve lost an arm before, and I don’t want to see that happen to you.” 

“You’re-...” he stuttered over his words, gazing at your hand before softly drifting his tired eyes up, “...-You amaze me. Truly, amaze me.” You place your other hand on his, never once removing your eyes from his face as he offers you such kindness. 

“Thank you, sir,” you nod to him with a soft smile, “You amaze me, too.”

Stupidity: Roronoa Zoro

“Why would you do that?” Zoro roared at you, hovering his body over yours and caging your face-down body within a shield of his own. The gashes on your back were deep, your body weeping out the red essence and staining your clothes with it.

“C-Couldn’t risk yours,” you stuttered out with a soft smile, “H’was gonna g-get yours. Didn’t want you to wear the shame.” His eyes widened, filling with a steam of glossy tears that threatened to spill over the moment you stuttered out your confession. “That’s what you said, wasn’t it? Mark on the back is a swordsman’s greatest shame?” 

Drip. 

Drip.

Drip.

One after one, soft tears spilt down his cheeks and mixed with the fluids pooling at your back. He leaned down towards you, the heat of battle dying down with the swift, flaming kick of the blonde cook and giggling chuckles of your captain, Luffy. 

“You’re a fucking idiot,” he sniffed his sobs back as he leaned down to cage you, “Can’t you see? None of that fucking matters without you here.” He softly, tenderly moved you from your position on the floor to not disturb your wounds. He sat you up, cradling you against his broad chest and openly sobbed for you. 

“When you get better,” he growled into your shoulder, “I will repay you for this. I will pay my debt to you.” His sobs got more desperate, not halting in the slightest when Trafalgar D Water-Law approached the two of you in your embrace. 

“Let me get ‘em to the infirmary,” Law offered, gesturing for Bepo to ready the aid kit, “I’ll treat the wounds there-.” 

“-I won’t leave them,” Zoro barked over your shoulder, your soft smile tugging at your cheeks in your hazy daze. “Let me go with you, Traffy. I won’t say a damn word to distract you, on my honor.” Law nods, raising his hand and spreading his fingers and offers the two words to switch positions within the infirmary: “Room, Shambles.” 

As you drifted in and out of consciousness, you laughed each time Zoro chastised you for your stupidity. Echos of: “There were so many other things you could’ve done instead,” and “You stumbled into that blade like a moron and took that hit for me, idiot.” You giggled through the pain, barely feeling it as Law worked to stitch you together again. 

Upon regaining consciousness, you looked to your moss-haired crewmate and offered out your hand to his bicep. His head was bowed, arms crossed over his chest, and was assumed to be napping by your bedside. Feeling your touch, he was roused from his sleep and immediately leaned forward to bring his face beside yours. 

“You’re a fucking moron,” he huffed, smiling in a melancholy grin. You laughed at his insult, squeezing his muscle before retracting your hand. As you nearly drew it away to your side, he caught your hand and brought your palm up to his lips. 

“My fucking moron,” he confirmed, placing a soft kiss to your palm before using it to cup his face. “I love you.”

Duality: Massacre Soldier Killer

Staring up into your face while remaining silent, resting his masked face on the heel of his palm, he listened to your recount of a very specific childhood injury that left you with an interesting scar on your thigh. Killer’s eyes never left your face, his cheeks beginning to glow warm and vibrant beneath the shroud of his mask.

“So, let me get this straight,” Captain Eustass Kid held his hand in front of his face and gave it a gentle wave to halt your words, “That sick-looking scar wasn’t from any time you served with Luffy, but because you set off a fucking harpoon and speared yourself in the leg with it?” 

Killer felt himself swoon at the melody your laugh thrust into the atmosphere. He was ever thankful his blue and white mask disguised how much he was smiling beneath the shroud. 

“Yep,” you popped the ‘P’ afterwards, nodding in confirmation as you sat beside Usopp and drew your tankard up to your lips, “But I learnt from it, and it hasn’t happened since.” Killer sighed, his voice almost coming out in a soft moan to reveal his growing infatuation for you. Kid barked out a harsh gaggle of laughter, clapping you on the shoulder with his right hand and gestured for you to reveal it to them.

“Let me see it again, go on,” he chuckled, removing his hand and sitting back on his seat, “Use Killer’s thigh as a prop so we can see it properly. You don’t mind do you, big guy?” Killer absentmindedly and slowly shook his head, tapping his thigh twice with his hand for you to reveal your injury to the captain of the Victoria Punk, himself and your crewmate beside you. 

“Alright,” you shrugged, standing beside Usopp and Killer and gently placed your foot atop Killer’s thigh and began hiking up your shorts to your hip, “Feast your eyes, Captain.” Sure enough, an interesting looking scar was revealed on your inner thigh, clear as day and sure as the sea is salty. 

“Oh, fucking hells!” Kid gave you a hearty laugh, “You seeing this, big guy?” Kid turned his attention to his first mate, his smile only growing as he noticed the angle of Killer’s mask never left your face. Surprise was immediately thrust into Kid’s eyes, noticing the unwavering resolve in Killer’s posture. 

You turned your attention down to the silent and broody first-mate, your face puzzled and eyes searching his mask for any further thought or action. He slowly drew his hands up to clasp around your ankle and calf, holding it firmly as he leaned forward. 

“You’re perfect,” he offered in a breathy whisper, stroking your leg and gazing lovingly into your face, “Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.” 

Your face flushed with a warmth at his words, eyes widening and looking down at his large hands as they held you so tenderly and delicately within his grasp. Smiling, you leaned forwards and placed your hand over his scarred left forearm with mischief in your eyes, asking him a simple question with a suggestive tone. 

“Like what you see then, big guy?” At your question, Usopp nearly choked on his drink. You had never been this bold before, and this came as a shock to your crew’s skilled sniper. He covered his choking with a soft cough, turning away with a downturned smile and stifling his growing laugh. 

“So much,” Killer confirmed, gently caressing your calf and looking up at you through half-hooded blonde lashes beneath his mask, “So, so much.”

[patolemus]

double-whammie wip (not) wednesday

got tagged by @novasillies (still freaking out over their current wip update!!) and i have a bit of the newest chapter for my time travel au to share

“Hey, Stiles?” he calls out to the older boy. Stiles hums distractedly, and Derek knows he’s not really listening to him, too caught up in whatever he’s doing. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Stiles says. His back is turned to Derek, and he spends a moment appreciating the way Stiles’ muscles shift underneath the fitted shirt he has on as he mixes up his herbs. Stiles still doesn’t look like he’s paying all that much attention to him, but oh well. Derek will take what he can get.

He props himself up with his right forearm, half sitting as he puts his weight on it. “You like me, right?” he asks, sounding calm even though his heart has started beating faster and faster by the second. Derek doesn’t regret asking, though.

Stiles goes taut almost as soon as the question registers. He doesn’t turn around so he can’t see what kind of face he’s making, and his scent doesn’t betray anything, but Derek knows better than to trust it when he knows Stiles knows ways to manipulate it. After a few moments, though, his posture relaxes again and he goes back to mixing up things in the mortar.

“Yeah. Of course I do,” Stiles says. There’s a sort of vulnerability, a softness in his voice, and Derek feels his heart soar. 

He didn’t lie. Stiles didn’t lie. He likes Derek, Stiles likes Derek.

Don’t fuck this up, he thinks, only a little desperate as he tries to keep his heart under control. Not for the first time, he thanks whatever higher being is looking out for him, because if Stiles could hear how fast his heart is racing right now he’d think Derek is the lamest person ever. Which he is, but Stiles doesn’t need to know that.

“Cool,” he says, immediately regretting it. Cool? Who the fuck says cool to something like that? “I mean, I like you, too,” he adds hastily, fully sitting up as Stiles finally turns around.

“I know,” there’s the ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips and mirth in his eyes.

Derek starts to smile, then frowns. “Did you just Han Solo me?” he asks, not knowing what to feel when Stiles just bursts out laughing right there and then.

It’s a beautiful laugh. It takes his breath away. Derek doesn’t think he’s ever heard Stiles laugh like this before. Chuckle, maybe, definitely an amused huff here and there. But never an outright laugh like this one. Derek wants to hear it forever, wants to record it so he can play it back again and again and again, all the time.

He’s so gone on this boy. So, so gone. Derek feels overwhelmed by the sudden rush of affection that overcomes him, a hot, fluttery thing that leaves him tingly all over.

couldn't not do the star war's reference i mean IT WAS RIGHT THERE. anywayssss take the rare angst-free scene. no pressure tags: @dontcallpanic @hedwig221b @salty-fryingpan @oldefashioned @endwersed @dear-massacre and of course anyone who wants to do it

[sourw0lfs]

dance with the devil - part three

Words: 525 | Rating: E (not this part but previous parts so consider it as a whole) | CW: one mention of the cops, mentions of blood and death, past alcohol consumption/hangover

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven || part eight || part nine || part ten || part eleven || part twelve

The guy grins at Steve, all teeth and dimples, right as Steve's body decides to remind him that he's moving much too quickly for how hungover he still is. His stomach rolls dangerously and he's back in the floor before the stranger even gets a chance to speak. He doesn't throw up again, thank god, though he's not sure there's much left in his stomach anyway after the first time. The whole ordeal leaves him feeling even more vulnerable than before, now with a stranger hovering over him. 

"You want some help with that?" the stranger asks, blatantly dodging Steve's question.

The words don't fully register with Steve as he groans on the tile floor. His head is pounding more than any hangover he's ever had before and the rushing sound in his ears is trying to block out any sort of conversation. But the stranger doesn't seem to have any ill will towards him. Given the massacre in the living room and that fact that Steve's whole body is stained dark red from drying blood, sympathy and help should be in short supply. If this guy is some kind of roommate situation, surely he should be screaming for help or calling the cops or whatever people do when they find a murder scene.

But he's just standing there, looking down at Steve with wide, dark eyes, sincere and serene. It's unsettling in the middle of everything else, but Steve doesn't have the energy to dwell on it. Someone's offering him help and he should take it, even if he can't quite figure out what part the man is offering to help with. God knows he can't help himself right now. "Yeah, sure, whatever," he manages to groan out around the nausea. 

He's barely gotten the words out when the light in the room is suddenly blinding, far more than any sunlight streaming through the little window could ever make it. When the light clears, so does Steve's head. The pounding and rushing are both gone and his stomach finally feels settled again. His gaze snaps up to the stranger, no longer dizzying with faster movements, just in time to see his eyes fading from a bright, glowing gold back to dark brown. "What the fuck was that?" he asks, voice little more than a cracked squeak. "What did you just do."

This time the stranger laughs, the sound echoing in the tiny room. "I helped you, just like I offered," he points out. "Hangovers suck." 

It both is and isn't an answer, something  Steve is used to from pretty much everyone he knows, so he just rolls his eyes, putting a bitchy sneer on his face as he says, "That doesn't answer my question. Or the one about who the fuck you are, actually."

At first the only reply he gets is just another boisterous laugh, the stranger grinning widely at him as if he's made some sort of hilarious joke. Steve doesn't think his questions are particularly funny. He actually thinks they're rather serious, all things considered. 

"Well," the stranger says slowly, calculatedly, "to start off, how much do you know about magic?"

tags: @chaosgremlinmunson @soaringornithopter @hbyrde36 @shares-a-vest @dreamwatch @quevadilla @tboyeddie @penny00dreadful @momotonescreaming @stevesbipanic @dawners @little-birch-boy @steddiejudas @just-my-latest-hyperfixation

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wip wednesday

i was tagged by the lovely @dear-massacre and her amazing wip, and i'm sharing possibly my favorite scene so far!!! i think it shows the dynamics of their relationship really well. and it's kinda hot without being a sexy scene lol

“Tell me your tragic backstory,” Derek says, flipping through a thick encyclopedia similar to the ones they used to have in the Hale library.

“I told you, my mother died when I was two, my father was an alcoholic,” Stiles murmurs as he writes in his legal pad, distracted as Derek shuffles about the doctor’s office. Official sessions are over now that they spend their nights together, but Stiles hasn’t cancelled their appointments, and Derek isn’t going to miss another, ever.

“So you’re traumatized from losing a parent at a young age, and your father neglected and or abused you in his grief,” Derek states bluntly.

“That about sums it up, yes. He was a piece of shit. Not even worth eating,” Stiles mutters, scratching out the rest of a sentence before peeking up from under his glasses. “Are you psychoanalyzing me?”

Derek slips the encyclopedia back in its slot before making his way to Stiles’ desk, dropping into the chair in front of it. “How am I doing so far?”

Stiles smirks and pushes up his glasses, Derek’s eyes following his fingers as he says, “I’m cured, doctor.”

“That’ll be three hundred dollars.”

Stiles snorts out a laugh, his head shaking fondly as he meets Derek’s gaze before returning to his work, his smile lingering. Derek grins in return, leaning back in his chair with his legs spread as his fingers lace over his abdomen.

“So, which was it?”

“Which was what, baby?”

Derek’s lips twitch. He loves how easy that word falls from Stiles’ lips.

“Neglect or abuse?”

Stiles purses his lips, dropping his pen before leaning back in his chair with crossed arms. “Both.”

Derek frowns. “Why didn’t you kill him?”

“He was the town Sheriff, and his kid already had a history of killing the stray cats. It wouldn’t have worked in my favor.”

Derek regards him, the clock ticking as Stiles watches him right back. He is the only person Derek has ever felt comfortable enough to look in the eye, and he is a psychopath. And Derek is pretty sure he is in love with him, the all-consuming feeling new and unknown.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to kill him,” Derek says.

“Me, too.”

Stiles offers him a quick smile before he picks up his pen again, returning to his scribbling.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” Derek asks, peeking up to glance at the doctor’s notes.

“Never, baby,” Stiles mumbles out, the corners of his lips curling as he glances up. “Come here.”

Derek’s brows furrow, watching as Stiles shifts his chair to make room for him. Derek rises, hesitating as he rounds the large desk and stands beside Stiles, his eyebrows raised, shoulders rounded in uncertainty.

“Kneel for me,” Stiles tells him, his tone low as he grabs the throw pillow from behind him, dropping it on the floor under his desk. Derek swallows, a limbic urge taking hold as his knees buckle and obey, his breath nearly stolen as he carefully draws his gaze up Stiles’ seated figure, waiting for approval.

“Good boy.” Stiles brushes his fingers through Derek’s hair, his gaze so soft and proud it makes Derek’s eyes heavy, breath shallow as a warmth spreads out from the pit of his stomach to the tips of his fingers. Derek waits, eager for the next command, eager to please him and hear those words again, and Stiles’ lips slant in a gratified smile. “Just lay here for a while, baby. I’ll finish up work and we can have dinner and watch a movie.”

Derek nods dreamily, relaxing under Stiles’ touch as the older man draws him in between his legs and guides his head to rest over his abdomen. He wraps his arms around Stiles’ hips, a light shiver rippling over him as Stiles’ fingers pass through his hair. His eyes slip shut as he presses his nose into the cozy fabric with a deep inhale, the peppery scent spiking saliva under his tongue, his body melting over Stiles’ lap as the doctor returns to his work.

For how long he rests there, Derek is unsure, but he revels in every second of it, the symphony of Stiles’ moving guts under his ear, the soft rasp over his scalp as Stiles combs his fingertips through his hair every so often. Thoughts rise and he lets them drift until the next one comes along, his fingertips pressing into the sweater where he secures Stiles in place.

“Doctor?” Derek mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Hmm?”

“Am I a sociopath?”

“Yeah, baby, you’re on the spectrum,” Stiles answers easily enough. The keyboard clicks in place of a scratching pen.

Derek has known this for a long time, even before his family was taken from him. Stiles’ confirmation of Derek’s blatant denial grants him a soothing relief beyond compare, like he was made for this, like he’s been waiting to hear those words his whole life, but only the way Stiles says them—without any judgement, a hint of praise, and a credence so profound that Derek is inclined to believe, too.

no pressure tags: @demonicfaerie @hellameyers @violetfairydust @dontcallpanic @gege-wondering-around ‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬

[wendigoruble]

Franco/Eddie drabble

Tags: @ramontism

This was meant to be part of the Baby Boy and Mommy series, but I just feel stuck?? And I really liked how this sequence turned out.

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The amount of blood in the hallway is almost astonishing, even by Franco's standard. It looks like whoever caused this massacre somehow managed to explode people from the inside out. The tiles of the floor are barely visible and the walls have a thick coating. The smell of iron drifts up through the air and at least it's familiar.

“Watch your step,”Eddie sing-songs,”Looks like it just rained.”

Franco rolls his eyes but nevertheless holds on to Eddie's hand tighter as he steps onto the sticky puddle. It soaks into the pale white fabric in a most uncomfortable way, he sneers and sighs deeply.

At this point he doesn't know how long he's been stuck in this position. Lupara has been out of his control for what feels like years but is more realistically a few months. This bastard freak of a man has been toting him around the asylum calling him ‘baby’ every chance he gets and it makes his blood boil every time. He makes Franco feel so small, useless, beneath him. For God's sake he's in stitched together footie pajamas made from lord knows what! This is embarrassing, it's disgusting! And he has every reason to trip and bust Eddie's head open on the slick floor. He has every reason to shove him into the wall until he stops moving.

He doesn't know why he doesn't. He hates this guy with every fiber of his being and desperately wants to get his gun back and leave him a torn up bleeding mess. Even as he looks at him now he can picture breaking him down the same way he was broken down. Watching him bleed and squirm as he realizes his baby boy is a grown ass man that can-

“What are you looking at?”

“..Lookin’ at your dumbass fuckin’ face.”

“I thought we had a talk about that kind of language, my baby.”

“Fuck off.” Franco looks forward once more.

There's a brief pause before Eddie tightens his grip on the other man's hand. Yanking his arm and causing Franco to grit his crooked teeth to not show any pain. He nearly fumbles and trips over his own feet because of it.

“The fuck you trying to do!?”

“You stumbled, babies will stumble. It isn't my fault you're still learning to walk.”

That makes something snap.

“I AIN'T STILL LEARNIN’ TO WALK!” Franco yells as he yanks his arm out of Eddie's grip,”CALLIN’ ME A FUCKIN BABY, I AIN'T A BABY! THINK YOU'RE A BIG MAN HUH!?”

He dodges a swipe before kicking Eddie square in the groin. It makes the other man fall to his knees, groaning in pain. Now that's a satisfying sight to behold. This piece of scum succumbing to the ache is like eating a nice sweet candy. Takes Eddie by his shoulders and knees him in the face, giving his ‘caretaker’ a lovely bloody, possibly broken, nose.

“Yo-you..” Eddie sputters out.

“Not so fucking big now, are you!? NOT SO BIG NOW UH!? Look at you, fuckin bleeding and holding that limp dick'a yours. Oh you gonna cry now'ah?”

Eddie coughs, spitting up blood as his eyes water. He pushes himself up with one arm but he can't seem to bring himself to stand. Good. The disbelief on his face is clear as day. Thank god Lupara is hidden away right now. Franco takes him by the shoulders again and stares him in the eye. His hands grip tight onto the sewn fabric of the dirty vest.

“Ohhh scared? Of a little baby?” He mocks,”Waaahh!! Waaahh cry ya fuckin bitch whore! Cry me a goddamn river! Waaaahhh!”

With one more swift knee to the gut Franco let's Eddie fall to the ground. The satisfaction of seeing this man crumpled up in pain is immeasurable. Could even be enough to get him up really. He steps back with a soft chuckle as he turns and begins walking away. Venturing further off into the asylum on his own while he revels in his victory. More of a half victory perhaps, as he didn't kill Eddie. More or less he just incapacitated him for the time being.

Giving him an out.

Giving himself an in.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @sableglass!

WIP Wednesday

It's still Wednesday! I made it! Here's a little something for the mini project I've been cooking ;)

And that’s the story of how I died. Oh, don’t look so surprised, did you really think this story was about my angel? Okay, well, it sort of is. You see, when I died and my bastard cousin took my divine essence for himself (Erased my name from reality too. What a dick, right?), he didn’t take all of it. There was a tiny scrap that had just plummeted from three hundred and twenty-five thousand feet directly into a rock. With them alive-ish, so was I. A ghost of a god, you could say, haunting a being that had just come into existence one minute and twenty-two seconds ago in the middle of a massacre.

Oh, boy….

My angel awoke surrounded by this new sensation of pain they’d been learning about so much recently. It smothered them completely, flaring from their burnt skin and broken bones every time they so much as tried to move. Gravel shifted and they nearly screamed as it plinked against their calf, except their face was buried in dirt and too agonized to move anyhow.

More painful than the burns and fractures and torn away wings was their sense of failure. Protect me! That had been my final, foolish command, my reason to bring them into existence as a last-ditch means to save myself, but now that I was dead, who were they to protect?

Angelic tears stained the dirt as my poor creation wept for both of the sorces of agony tearing them apart. They did not get up or try to scrape themself out of the rubble of the miniature landslide they’d caused on the way down. They’d been real now for less time than it took to boil a pot of water—how would they know to do such a thing? As far as they were concerned, this is what all of existence was and ever would be.

I wish I could say I offered them some comfort then, but I myself was a bit out of sorts, being newly dead and all. Stripped of my divine power and tied to this miniscule being. Imagine, if you will, that your body had been destroyed and all that was left was a pinkie nail you’d clipped off the day before. Imagine if all you had left in life was that pinkie nail. That’s all you were. And also that pinkie nail had a life of its own, so you were really just along for the ride.

No, I can’t say I was doing much better than my angel.

I've fallen in love with [REDACTED]'s voice, he's so snarky. I'll tag @leahnardo-da-veggie @raiden-makoto @formulatedphrase and anyone else who wants in :)

[saurons-pr-department]

Hey anon, I have screen-shotted your ask because I am going to try stay out of tag/term searches here, which in an of itself probably answers your question XD

So! Thoughts as they occur to me!

I did give the whole first season a watch. Partly out of giving it a chance, partly out of morbid curiosity, like when you can't look away from something awful happening in front of you even when you really want to close your eyes.

What I think is interesting actually, is that my main issues with the show have somewhat changed since I initially watched it. While watching it my only thoughts were "wrong, wrong, that never happened, wrong, wrong, wrong, look how they massacred my boy (gn), wrong!" And while those thoughts themselves haven't changed my main issues have changed to focus more on how it's such a badly structured story (the timelines feel both stretched and compressed in a way that doesn't add anything to the stories being told) and how I don't think it knows yet what it wants to be (it's Tolkien, but it's its own thing, but it's a 'prequel' in the very modern franchise sense of the word to the PJ films, but it's also not those films).

For the structure, I personally wouldn't have put two major stories into one show. I don't think there's the time for that. Both the Akallabêth and the creation of the rings exist as very sketchy narratives that cover extremely long timeframes. Original content was always going to be needed to fill the gaps. But by putting both tales into the one show, I feel they've doubled the amount of gap filling needed while halving the amount of screentime they have for it because there's now twice the amount of canon to cover (tbf, they don't seem to want canon so maybe that's not an issue for them...). To force them to run simultanously and then add original content that isn't just filling the gaps but appears to be completely original, you end up with a story that is both too empty and too full. Nothing is getting the time it deserves. Big moments feel undeserved or rushed. It takes the wind out of its own sails. (and that's without mentioning that these stories running alongside eachother just throws timelines and motivations out of whack, but I refuse to get us all bogged down in the minutiae of my grumblings!)

It's a pity, the story of the fall of Númenor and the creation of the rings have such good parallels, but that would require them to focus on things like religion and politics etc and they seem to be more interested in mystery boxes, so... oh well?

In regards the show's identity crisis, to be fair to them, that's really not that unusual in first seasons. They're not special XD Let's face it, how often have we all been recommended something that came with the caveat 'you need to get through the first few episodes/first season before it gets good and finds its feet'? Especially fantasy and sci-fi that has to establish facts about the world as well as characters in a way a drama set in the real world doesn't. I wouldn't be shocked to learn that the show hits its stride a bit better in later seasons.

However, my current biggest gripe with the show is what I'm seeing in the writers' attitude to storytelling. I can't stand it. The actor for a certain someone whose name begins with H didn't know who his character really was until after shooting the first few episodes. There's the back and forth of is it H or the guy who fell from the sky who'll turn out to be the villain. Sky man even gets some stalkers whose only purpose was to add confusion to this situation and then be immediately killed, no further context. One of the writers (I don't remember who) when asked about deviations from canon said something to the effect of 'we don't want book fans to be episodes ahead'. It's the modern Marvel school of story-telling. It's mystery boxes and twists and fears of spoilers and people knowing what's coming next. That's not how you tell a story. You need more substance than that. Big moments are only interesting if you've earned them with a well crafted lead up. And what's the point of a big moment if it adds nothing to the story in the first place. They had one of fantasy's most iconic villains, why was there a secret? The Second Age is where he's cracking out his most rediculous long cons. The man's twirling his mustache while kicking up his feet and writing 'evil' into every date in his diary for at least a millenium, what does a secret identity add to this story really?

Don't worry, I will move swiftly on from the topic of my boy who is not really my boy before we get in too deep... No one needs to hear that... But do you get my point? Big reveal. No substance.

To add a note of positivity, I actually really like Sky man's music. It's genuinely a really nice piece of music. I also liked that they wanted to add one of the 'original' orcs, that's a cool concept!

Oh! And whoever okayed those American 'stage-Irish' accents needs to be fired into the sun :D

[reiketsui]

For canon muses: what's the worst take, headcanon or even canon moment you saw regarding your muse? ( yea based on your post about the rancid tag )

i'm sorry gio for this hornet nest you have poked ily I'M GONNA SOUND EXTREMELY AGGRESSIVE IN THIS BUT DW I'M FINE I'M OKAY I'M JUST PASSIONATE ABOUT THIS CHARACTER IN A WAY THAT ALTERS MY MENTAL STATE

it's the WHOLE fucking umbrella of giovanni simping. and really the SIMPING, and reducing his entire personality to that and only that. maybe it's just difficult to get right or something? it is a delicate balance. like whatever if someone makes a joke about it it's funny and i love the jokes i get here about it in moderation because i know my friends and mutuals UNDERSTAND it's not all there is. and ic reactions are a different thing entirely bc the dynamic/their reputation to outsiders may present the bond between them like that.

i see it more as archer's personal lack of self-worth and his need to be flawless and perfect and his flawed sense of self-destructive loyalty, and who else he could project that onto than his boss who literally saved his life and elevated him from a dirt poor street rat into one of the most brutal, skilled and sought after criminals in the kanto-johto area. archer doesn't follow his order blindly, he may even challenge his order if he thinks there's a better/more efficient way, because there's a deep sense of trust and understanding between them.

i'm just gonna go ahead and blame pokéspe for this simp culture because what the fuck look how they massacred my boy in it. overall pokéspe used the execs to finish the d/p storyline which i'm endlessly mad and bitter about but won't get into bc it's not part of this but y'know.

and like yeah. i know. this is a pretty insignificant character in a large scale so many people just don't take it as dead serious as i do in my deranged mind space. for most people it's just funnies. i understand. good for them. but i'm still gonna be salty about it.

fanons have a funny way of reducing a character's entire personality to one line of dialogue or one personality trait and giving them nothing else. in comparison to proton (who i fucking adore and you know it it ain't about that and proton's popular fanon takes have a TON of issues too that i could yell about for hours, but this is just for an example) archer often gets the 'prissy stick in the mud uwu pathetic simp wet dog boy' treatment while proton gets the 'cool sexy badass murder man' one. there's a funny divide between the english and japanese fanons in this because japanese fanons often get it better. if i sound like a gatekeeper with this character it's because i am (i'm joking i do like different takes on him but not the 'simp and NOTHING else' stuff it makes me explode).

[needcake]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers!

Thank you for the tag @shachaai!!

Anyone who wants to do it, please feel free to steal!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

42! Some older stuff didn't make the jump from ff.net and lj to ao3

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

357,987, half of that is for universal river alone haha

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now mainly Hetalia, but I used to write a lot of Naruto some ten years ago. I also dabbled a little with Captain America, Star Trek, Inuyasha and some other random fandoms over the years

4. Top five fics by kudos?

In this universal river - 196

Such sound and fury - 157

Contagious - 115

I hope this finds you well - 107

Arthur's obligatory day off - 104

Considering that these are all one-shots and universal river is currently 28 chapters long, I'd place it much lower on this list lol

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Might take me a while because I like to do it from my computer instead of my phone, but I try to reply as quickly as possible. I feel so guilty over some older comments that I never replied to that I try to be on top of it as much as possible.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Mmmmmmm I think it's a tie between the For now we see through a glass, darkly and I held sugar between my fingertips, under water

As much as I like a cathartic ending, I really do enjoy a pit of despair every once in a while (The earth devours is also going to have a sort of bleak ending lol)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Such sound and fury and Old new beginnings, as in they don't end in a compromise or in a vague hopeful note. Characters went through the process and came out better for it on the other end. That's always a happy ending to me.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I received some, usually from England fans who think I'm massacring their boy

9. Do you write smut?

Yesss, smut is a lot of fun!

10. Craziest crossover?

I'm not really big on crossovers :(

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

That I know of, once. It was a Naruto NaruHina fic that a friend of mine found cross-posted on orkut, some kid thought it was good and wanted her friends to see it. I asked her to take it down and direct people to the ff.net page but I stopped following up on that after a while. This was of course some 15 years ago XD

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A faery song was translated into Chinese! But I'm not super comfortable with translations, specially when people ask me if it's ok to post them in different platforms. I'd rather keep it all on Ao3 where I can see what it's being used for.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

@rein-ette and I did a collaboration on a Tokyo Olympics series and I also did a collaboration with @rosesandalfazemas where I wrote two pieces and she provided beautiful art <3

14. All time favourite ship?

Engport and McKirk <3

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Mmmmm I used to have two Naruto fics that I always hoped to finish but I have long accepted I'm never going back to them again lol and because of that I try to never go into bigger projects without having finished the full draft, so that exact same thing doesn't happen again. So yeah, might take me some time but I still hope to finish In this universal river and The earth devours haha

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told it's description, which I find funny because I always think I'm doing a terrible job at it lol but to me it's managing the tension. It's something I adore doing and I try to be better at it with every new fic.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions lol I feel like if I were writing any kind of original fiction instead of fanfiction based on a pre-existing work no one would know what my characters looked like apart from eye and hair color lol

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Eeeeh I'm kinda iffy about it. When used right, in the right context and with actual meaning within the narrative I think it can be cool as hell, but having Naruto as my main background I cannot tell you the amount of random japanese thrown in for effect that made no sense and pissed me offfffffff, so yeah, I don't really love it. For many years Hetalia was also plagued by this and I have to admit I did it too. I was learning russian back in college and I thought it'd be cool to throw in some russian in a fic, only to receive a comment telling me I shouldn't use google translate and that the word I used was feminine and not masculine as it should be. Which is, you know, the kind of mistake you make when you're learning a new language and haven't fully grasped gender rules yet. I felt so ashamed after that that I never tried it again lol

I will say this though, sometimes I prefer when people don't use foreign words when it's just thrown in there. I speak English as a second language and I don't mix it up with Portuguese unless I'm tired and/or drunk. I'd rather writers give me a reason why these characters are suddenly reverting to their mother-language and use that to add to the plot instead of just randomly throwing stuff there to give it a foreign color.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

Inuyasha!! Back in 2004! I wrote a behemoth of 38 chapters and posted it all in one thing thing on ff.net (I later cleaned it up and fixed it with 38 chapters lol)

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Forget-me-nots, 1212: fever dream (part of the 2021 whumptober) and And he became a pillar of salt (part of the 2023 hetaberia week) :)

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

As someone who has been staying in the fandom for three years now because of minor characters with little to no screentime...

Sighs, I'm ashamed to admit that, because of all zk metas, I'm beginning to dislike Zuko and Katara as characters.

I know that the characters zks are describing are neither Zuko nor Katara. That these are merely their delusions that are OOC and have nothing to do with the complicated and interesting characters that are in the show.

And yet, when searching content for the show, even after blocking zk tag, I still run into their shitty "metas". I tried reading some Katara metas, for the sake of the fic I'm writing as well as maybe getting a new appreciation for her character, tagged as "Pro Katara". Big mistake. So much ooc, zk and Aang hate that sometimes isn't even tagged. I hate what they did to her, because for all their talk of "doing Katara justice" they sure do love making her into a boring, cardboard cutout damsel in distress (seriously, they ALL have the same fucking interpretation of Katara, to the point it seems that zks are just one big hive mind), while Katara in the show actually has agency and personality.

And don't even get me started on Zuko. I can go on in details about how zks COMPLETELY butchered his character, but all I'm going to say for now is "Look how they massacred my boy!"

It's a shame, because I do want to branch out. I want to enjoy other characters that have more screentime than Roku, Jet, Kya, etc! But the fandom makes it very hard, unfortunately. The whole fandom, mind you, but zks definitely take the cake.

When that kind of thing happens, it's best to take a break from the fandom, talk about it just with the people you know are chill, and watching the actual show to cleanse your mind from the shitty fanon nonsense we are forced to see.

[fragments-of-despair]

Finished chapter 4. I'll keep my thoughts brief. Don't worry. They're mostly positives this time.

Of course, trying to keep it vague enough, but spoilers ahead.

First, the positives.

This was by far the most interesting mystery out of the entire game. The intricacies, the careful planning, the mastermind reveal. All of it worked perfectly. Even when I figured out where it was going, I was still surprised and impressed with the overall solution.

Also, Vivia Twilight?

BEST BOY BEST BOY BEST BOY BEST BOY BEST BOY BEST BOY BEST BOY BEST BOY BEST BOY BEST BOY BEST BOY BEST BOY BEST BOY BEST BOY

I adored his development this chapter and loved how his Forte and personal convictions and worldview influenced the investigation. I can't really describe anything about it without spoiling too much, but like, damn, he's worth the $60 price tag. I can see why the one side NPC fell in love. Vivia is just AMAZING.

Also, this was probably Shinigami's best outing. She was still her usual self, but she also met her match in Vivia, and the overall story really started getting to her in a way the other cases didn't. So when the culprit reveal happened and she reaped the soul, it made sense why it went the way it did. And I found myself getting a bit emotional over this culprit along with all the detectives.

That being said, I'm still rather disappointed in the lack of true comradery between Yuma and the other detectives, as well as the lack of character conflict between the Nocturnal Detective Agency and the Peacekeepers. Most of the characters still feel like they're just kind of there, especially the villains. And that leaves everything feeling rather bare bones without even scraps to nibble on.

It might sound weird, but I think what hinders this game is the fact that you don't really interact with anyone outside of the main mystery and the Gab mechanic, and that mechanic is easy to pass over if you don't find all the statues and don't actively go out of your way to find them all. If they had made Kanai World more of an open box to explore like, say, a Legend of Zelda or Assassin's Creed game, where you unlock certain cases and interact with certain characters based on certain conditions and are encouraged to explore the world, I think I would have found the emotional core of this chapter more hard hitting.

Give me side quests where you go undercover with Desuhiko more and master a relationship meter or something similar.

Give me side quests where you and Halara take on cold cases and you work on paying off your debt to them you incur in chapter 2.

Go on more adventures with Fubuki to unlock certain districts in Kanai Ward and learn more about the outside world.

Give me lore based adventures with Yakou and Vivia, who are supposed to have this strong bond based on the emotional core of this chapter.

And make it so that your choices can affect how you go through the Mystery Labyrinth in the main story chapter. Have the Master Detectives come with you and actually have them help more with the investigations in there because as it stands, the only ones who really justified being there were Vivia and Halara, but that had to do more with the story rather than the gameplay.

I really, really want to love this game, but overall it feels empty. It easily could have been an 80-120 hour game if given the time and resources, and I feel like it would be all the better for it.

Hopefully chapter 5 sticks the landing because from my understanding, it's the final chapter, and I'm really hoping that it keeps improving where chapter 4 left us.

Overall, if I had to rank all of the chapters so far from best to worst, it'd look something like this:

Chapter 4: The Imperfect Insider

Chapter 2: A Silent Curtain Call

Chapter 0 and Prologue: Massacre on the Amaterasu Express/the WDO vs Amaterasu Corperation

Chapter 1: The Nail Man Killings

Chapter 3: No Longer a Detective (Chapter 3 curse lives on)

To be honest, I think I would have gladly waited another two or three years for Rain Code if it were filled with more than what we got.

As of right now, the only reasons I would say to get this game as is would be because of Yuma, Halara, Vivia, and the music. Otherwise, it might be better to wait until it's on sale.

Here's hoping chapter 5 stays on the upward trajectory and sticks the landing.

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #362

BBS Dialogue Prompts & Sentence Starters: [ 11 ]

VANOSSGAMING

How did I survive that?

I want to do that.

I can get inside of you.

Knock him off!

Surely he wouldn't do the same one three times, would he?

That's why I said it, I'm a fucking genius.

How did you not die?

Just right before you joined the call.

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

Someone do the honor, I am not picking this.

I got one life, I'm scared, I don't want to go.

Don't waste it on me either.

None of that shit counted.

I'm getting ready for the next round.

I'm invincible, you can't kill me!

Guy's, I'm still stuck, help me.

You'll never find me!

How did you manage to do that?

That wasn't a hint.

I'm not doing anything, I'm just holding it.

SMII7Y

Let's look at the stars together...stand to my left.

Why do you sound like I'm talking to you through a prison phone?

I’m not thanking you.

I’m glad I fucking did!

I’m not thanking anyone.

Good luck killing me though, I'm on your fucking team, idiot!

I don't know what to feel about what you said.

I’m having major deja vu right now, this is nuts.

You better stop that.

Not the time for stunts.

H2ODELIRIOUS

He’s looking for drugs.

Get his money, take his money!

I think you’re good.

You turned into a chicken.

Everything turned into a TNT!

I didn’t do that.

I’m going to try some battery acid!

Why is there a cat down here?

You know what, fuck it, I’m taking more.

We’re in a deep dark hole of death!

JERICHO

Do you feel lucky?

You walked past me.

I just heard glass break.

You dropped me off over here, it's scary.

Why do vampire's need guns?

If you consume a human to get their ability in front of another human, you get tagged.

Why do they care if their friend is getting eaten in front of them?

That's it, you're fucking done.

That's alright, sometimes I like it when you just say shit.

No, you immediantly get notified.

NOGLA

He got you how you got me.

Do a breakdown on my brain, please.

Wait, do we stay in here?

Can we leave, we can leave!

How did this get five stars?

To be honest, I just like him.

I'll be right back, my food's here, I got a cookie delivered.

That's what we pay a hundred grand for, baby.

Be chill was his final words.

There's just going for me, why?

BLARG

You look like someone wishes their pet egg to be real.

Oh, so do we.

I hit grandma with a knife and it's still in her.

Grandma, why do you have so many beer bottles in your room?

We have so many weapons to murder our grandma with right now, it's insane.

Does anyone else have any keys?

Yeah, I will, working on it.

Stop kicking me out the window!

That's not what he said, grandma.

I don't even know who I am anymore.

SILENTDROIDD

I got left, I got left, go.

I didn't know it was gonna explode.

The van is freaking slow.

We're gotta go, he's gonna escape.

What the fuck just happened?

Uh, guys, remember that robot we saw over there?

Uh, even worse, he has a twin brother.

They're like secret paths.

Guys, I don't know how to hack.

Let's go, boys, let's escape in style.

GRIZZY

Alright, everybody pray to god.

I should've clicked your name because rightfully that was mine!

I'm just gonna stick with mine.

We can't afford shit.

Yeah, he's gonna rob your shit.

That'll never happen and we know it.

Oh, I forgot I'm cursed, it doesn't even fucking matter.

Hear me out, both.

This is the exact same thing.

Literally, nothing's new.

MOO

That is useful.

I just railed you.

He blew it too early.

I had it just sitting in my inventory.

Guys, I had one heart left.

I'll help you!

You're not missing much.

That was a massacre, followed by a dispersion.

I had to go take care of my kids, sorry!

Screw doing it together, right?

BIGPUFFER

They have the best goalie in the fucking world.

Give me the fucking ball.

That was all me.

I figured it out.

I think those are bots.

So annoying, I knew you would do it too.

That's a shit ton of loot.

The tree's on fire!

Can I land in the water?

Stop using me as a weapon.

TERRORISER

I just want to get one.

I'm doing gang signs.

What was that noise?

Oh my god, I'm horny.

For once, I'm actually happy to be first.

I'm trying to be optimistic.

I think I got the gold.

I got my tail back.

Keep 'em away from me.

Oh, you're making one, huh?

[solarsa1nt]

𐚁֙࿐ MOVIE NIGHT

ryōmen sukuna x fem!reader

Tags — fluff , cuddling , soft sukuna , mentioned yuuji/reader , established sukuna/reader , established yuuji/reader

Notes — writing sukuna being soft is free serotonin

Y/N holds a large plush of a cat in her hands, arms wrapped around it securely as she rests her head between its ears, leaning back into a pile of pillows.

Bright colors flash as a movie plays on the TV in front of her— an action mixed with a rom-com.

Originally, she was supposed to be watching it with Yuuji, but he got called out for a mission last second so she was left alone in her dorm.

Speaking of, it has been about an hour now, hasn't it? Y/N wonders, grabbing her phone which was set on the bedside table, checking the time to find it had indeed been just over an hour since he left.

Just as she unlocks her phone, about to text Yuuji if he's done with the mission, the door opening makes her pause in her actions.

"Yuuji? I didn't even—" Y/N pauses, blinking in surprise as she takes in the sight of the shirtless boy standing in her room— tattoos decorating his pale skin like splatters of ink on a canvas.

"...Put a shirt on, Sukuna." Y/N sighs, gesturing towards the direction of her closet as E/C eyes bore into red ones.

Sukuna glares a moment longer before scoffing quietly, opening the closet and grabbing a plain black shirt without a second glance back at the open door.

Fortunately, Y/N and Yuuji wore the same size shirts due to their similar heights, so Y/N didn't have to bother with trying to make the curse go to Yuuji's dorm.

"So," Y/N starts, moving over on her bed as the curse takes a seat next to her. "What happened on the mission?"

Her eyes look over Sukuna's form, checking for any injuries that Yuuji could've sustained. Still, after a moment she looks back up at Sukuna— plenty aware that he likely healed any injuries the moment he took over.

"The brat tried to fight a first grade." Sukuna explains with an eye-roll. A brief pause lingers in the air before a grin spreads across Sukuna's face, confusing Y/N for a moment before—

"He lost an entire arm this time."

"...Ah." Y/N blinks owlishly at the curse, whose grin falls at the lack of reaction— likely expecting her to be more upset. "So that's why the shirt...?"

"This era's clothing is too restrictive anyway, the kid should be thanking me." Sukuna scoffs, annoyance evident as he narrows his eyes at hers before turning away— directing his gaze toward another part of her room.

"That doesn't mean you can destroy all of Yuuji's clothing— nor mine." Y/N adds the last part on quickly, emphasizing with a pointed look at the curse.

Sukuna doesn't respond, still facing away as if he were a scolded child— well, a scolded child with a glare like he was about to start a massacre.

"...C'mon, I'll put on a horror movie— one of the splatter ones." Y/N sighs, tugging on the wrist of the shirt as she demands attention from the curse.

"Needy brat." Sukuna remarks, a glare directed her way as he was offended by her behavior.

"If you're going to be annoying then just switch to Yuuji." Y/N returns the agitated look with a deadpan.

Sukuna scoffs, muttering an insult that Y/N pays no mind to under his breath before tugging her into his lap in one swift motion, the plump plushie that had been in her hold falling to the side forgotten.

A minuscule smile forms on Y/N's lips, allowing herself to be held tightly by the curse as she grabs the remote and switches the movie to one of the many splatter ones already saved— grateful that, somehow, both Yuuji and Sukuna liked those types of movies.

Her body melts into Sukuna's hold— her back pressed against his chest with tattooed arms wrapped around her waist, cold hands pressed against her lower abdomen.

The exhaustion seems to hit her all at once as she finally manages to relax, not having realized how much she had been forcing herself to stay awake until she finally closed her eyes.

© 𝓢OLARSAINT 2024 ─── all of my works belong me alone! do not copy, steal, plagiarize, or spread any of my works in any other social media platform. these have only been reloaded on my own accounts on ao3 and wattpad

[fuji09]

I couldn't leave these tags from @dear-massacre hidden in the tags.

Thank you for adding to my post and these tags. You definitely put a lot of my thoughts into words.

I'm sorry people have bullied you and twisted your words. I completely understand how that is.

The passive aggressive "you may be an alpha, but you're not my alpha", was honestly disgusting and felt so out of character for Scott, especially at this point where he is still new to this world. I kinda feel like maybe those words came more from Deaton.

Scott could have handled it so much better than he did but sadly we got a betrayal. Because Scott does agree to be in Derek's pack. It's not implied and he wasn't led on, Scott tells Derek he wants to be in his pack. I've seen so many people say Scott was never in Derek's pack or he never agreed to it, but he did! In the train station where the Hale pack was living/hiding, Scott agreed to join Derek's pack.

And then he betrays Derek is the worst way possible and says a very hurtful thing smugly to someone laying on the ground with the most heartbreaking look of betrayal on his face.

I truly feel like Deaton kept Scott wary of Derek and possibly even put it in Scott's mind that Derek isn't a good guy. Alas, we will never know if that's the case, but it just feels like that may have been happening. Deaton had his own agenda, and he only helped the werewolves if it benefited his agenda.

I also need these tags from @keldjinfae to be seen because they explain what I mean by Deaton's agenda. He and Marin both care more about that than the lives of these kids.

Also a lot of people tend to forget or don't care that Derek is a rape survivor. This betrayal of pretending to be in Derek's pack plus taking away Derek's bodily autonomy, is just so sleazy and dark.

I don't think this is something Scott would come up with on his own, and it seems Stiles was not in the loop, which I honestly feel like he would be against it if he knew about it. Stiles doesn't trust Deaton like Scott does which I'm guessing is why Stiles wasn't clued in on this plan.

Deaton told Derek the one person he should trust (Scott), doesn't trust him (Derek). Deaton was advising Derek to trust Scott and when he did! Scott betrays him with Deaton's plan to kill Gerard. Like that's so fucked up. Insult Derek then tell Derek he can trust Scott, only to be betrayed.

But because Scott and Deaton are people of color (so am I, so stfu about me being "racist" for disliking the bullshit they pull) we get attacked for talking about our valid feelings on the awful stuff these characters do. (And yes, I know they ALL do shitty things.)

Some people hate Scott for this betrayal. Valid. Some people don't hate Scott for this betrayal. Also valid.

I have seen the things Scott does, that are just not ok, be excused to the point he can do no wrong and that's just not the case. I have seen the things Deaton does basically be dismissed because he is a person and disliking him or the things he does is racist. And that's just also not the case. Scott and Deaton are both just as flawed as everyone else.

And with all of that! Derek still forgives Scott. I don't know if he forgives Deaton or even knows how deep Deaton's involvement was in the betrayal scheme, but if he did know, then he seemed to forgive Deaton as well.

People shit all over Derek and can't see how caring and vulnerable this boy is. Like I don't know about y'all, but if someone did that to me, I'd never speak to them again. I'm a doormat and let people walk all over me, but when I reach my limit, all bets are off and I'm done with that person for good. Derek has trust issues (and with good reason!) and has been hurt more than any one person should, and he still forgave Scott.

Something I just realized, Deaton was the Hale emissary, he was around when Derek was younger, he had to have known about what happened with Paige. He had to have known why Derek's eyes glowed blue.

Something that irked me when watching and rewatching the show, Deaton had made a promise to Talia that if anything happened to her that he would help and look after Derek. But when Derek returns, and yes I know Derek had tied him up and punched him thinking he was the alpha, Deaton honestly didn't really help him.

When Derek was an alpha, Deaton constantly talked down to Derek and kept telling him how shitty of an alpha he was, instead of actually, ya know, helping the poor kid who had no idea how to be an alpha and was doing the best he could.

Then Deaton comes up with this plan and gets Scott to carry out how to kill Gerard, you can't tell me that wasn't the end goal, there is no way having mountain ash in your body and then getting the bite isn't supposed to kill you, and then he has Scott force Derek to bite Gerard. Deaton knows in the Hale family the bite is a gift. Deaton has to know the trauma Derek went through at only 15 years old with Paige, and yet Deaton still didn't even try to get Derek in on the plan! Which when it comes to the evil Argents, Derek would have done it willingly to defeat them. There was no need to take Derek's bodily autonomy away.

I know a lot of us hate that Scott forced Derek to bite Gerard, but after more rewatching and thinking, I realized that Deaton came up with this plan. Deaton chose to keep Derek in the dark about it. Deaton had Scott force Derek to bite Gerard. This is honestly more on Deaton, the adult, than it is Scott. Deaton was like a father figure to Scott and he trusted him completely and would do whatever was asked of him.

That's pretty fucked up for someone who promised the now dead alpha and mother of Derek, he would help and look after Derek. Deaton did Derek real dirty.

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Can you making a Corey Cunningham fic fem reader omg please I love him

Hi there Anon!

I don't write for Corey for a) I don't vibe with him and b) becouse of my personal opinion, but I'd like to keep that off of this side blog (although he is kinda cute in a way).

!BUT!, since you're the first person to request anything, and I still haven't posted rules for sending requests in, I will try and make something up for you :)

And if you're looking for someone who will write for Corey in general, I'd suggest @trashyslashers, @slash-me-please and @murdrdocs

(sorry for tagging)

Fight for me

Corey Cunningham x reader

You were still relatively new in Haddonfield, moving in long after the Halloween night massacre and the tragic babysitting that took place the year after, but you never bothered to look into what happened. Which resulted in weird side looks from other citizens whenever you expressed unfamiliarity with these topics. But you got used to them after a while.

That might have been the main reason you never bat an eye towards the judgmental faces people threw at you whenever you were seen with the young Cunningham boy.

"Yeah, yeah, Corey over there is free right now, he will have a look at it. Corey! Come here kid!", that was the first time you ever heard his name, the first time you saw his face. You couldn't help but fall hard for his dorky smile and puppy eyes, only magnified by his round glasses. Corey, himself was taken aback by how polite and sweet you were towards him, as most of the city outright hated him. You decided to push your luck and ask him on a date, to which he happily agreed. Who knew a broken car could take you to such treasure?

You made your relationship official a few weeks later. His mother obviously disapproved, believing you weren't good enough for her boy, but she decided to protest silently since you were probably the only woman in town who wanted to talk to and spent time with Corey.

"You seriously don't know anything about the incident?" he asked you once after you encountered a rather rude waitress on one of your dates. "I don't. By any means, if you want to tell me, go ahead, but I don't think it's so bad that the whole town has to treat you like that." "Aaa… It's a long story… and I think you're better off not knowing."

It was very early in the morning, you stayed up all night preparing for the upcoming Halloween and were ready to go to sleep when frantic knocking at the front door stopped you on your way upstairs. Now, Haddonfield might have not been known for being the safest city, but its only serial killer certainly didn't knock, so you weren't worried about opening the door.

But you did become quite worried when you opened the door.

"Holy shit! Corey! You look awful, what happened?" Your boyfriend was slumping against the doorframe, looking all beat up, jaw tightened in pain. "It was those kids again, they cornered me up…" say less, you were already dragging him inside your home. "Did they corner you up in the sewers? You smell like shit… Go sit in the kitchen, I'll bring you something to change into and-" you were already running off to fetch a few things when Corey caught your wrist "Y/N, I have to tell you something."

You smiled and reached your free hand to his face, caressing lightly over the bruised skin "You'll tell me once I patch you up, ok?". And with that, you were off upstairs, rummaging through your partially shared wardrobe for clothes you then quickly brought to him, before going to look for a first-aid kit.

Once you got back, Corey, who has already changed, was sitting at the table. You walked up to him and pushed aside his soft curly locks to better assess the damage done. His dark eyes were looking into your soul, you could tell there was something heavy on his mind. You noticed some bruises forming on his neck. "Did the kids have tried to choke you?" you asked while you soaked some cotton pads in disinfection, "No, that was an unrelated incident, but, listen…". Corey flinched a bit when the pad brushed against his scratched cheek, "I'm listening…", you threw him a soft smile.

"I killed someone."

He told you about the kid he was looking after three years ago, the accident that completely changed his life. Corey looked so broken, definitely fighting with himself about whether or not he should've told you. It was safe to say it knocked the wind out of your sails. "Now that you know, can you face the crowd? Can you be seen with me and still be proud?"

You let out a heavy sigh and put aside the cotton pad "Corey… God, I'm going to sound soo cheesy, but… let me quote something… I will fight for you if you will fight for me.". He smiled at that. "I love you Corey, and if people are picking fights with you, they're picking fights with me."

You leaned forward and kissed his forehead. Corey looked up at you, "Can you hold my hand?". You did so without any delay. He squeezed your hand in his own hold, lowering his gaze and concentrating on your intertwined fingers.

"…Sometimes I want this city to burn…" Corey murmured, mostly to himself, but you heard him. "We can always move away, leave the city behind if that's what you want" you went on caressing his cheek with your free hand, careful to avoid touching the scratches. He laughed a bit and shook his head "It's too late for that, I feel like the fire has already started…"

You tilted your head to make him explain what he meant, but he didn't elaborate. It didn't matter, you were going to find out soon enough.