#you can't blame me for thinking about them

[bloomiize]

perv/gooner!jake is gross and he's gotten even worse

READ PART ONE HERE (not needed but it adds context)

perv!jake finally asks for your instagram when you're paired up for a project. It’s not like he doesn’t already know it by heart. Not like he hasn’t jerked off to every single one of your posts. Not like he wasn’t drooling over that innocent little selfie you posted last night. He just wants you to know he exists now. And you happily exchange Instagrams with him like it’s nothing.

perv!jake tells his roommate everything. He asks for advice on how to get closer to you, more specifically, how he could get his dick wet.

"She sounds hot. If you ever wanna recreate that hentai scene, let me know." Jake and his roommate have always joked around about sex, but this time it felt real. Too real. His dick is already begging to be touched at the thought of fucking you, he doesn't mind if he isn't the only one.

perv!jake made an effort to get to know you. Your favourite colour, the way you like your coffee, the songs you hum when you're zoning out. He also knows how you always tug your skirt down when you think it’s ridden up too high, not high enough in his opinion. How you're so naive to just bend over without thinking, right in front of him. He knows you prefer lacy panties over thongs, soft and girly, the kind he imagines peeling off you with his teeth. He’s memorized you. Every inch. Every habit. Every sound you make.

perv!jake likes how close you two are now. You always invite him over to study, to work on the project like good classmates. And yeah, maybe he’s looked through your drawers when you’re in the kitchen. Maybe he’s taken a not-so-innocent glance at your laundry basket, eyes locked on the crumpled pair of panties sitting right on top.

He’s thought about it.

Pocketing a bra, a pair of panties, hell—even a sock. Just something. Anything that smells like you. Feels like you. Something he can wrap around his fist while he jerks off to the thought of your soft little voice saying his name.

It’s disgusting. He knows that. Still doesn’t stop him.

perv!jake can never make it halfway through the door without his dick twitching. Can you really blame him, though? You’re always wearing a tiny tank top, no bra, and he can see everything. Your shorts, if you can even call them that, barely cover your ass, riding up with every step you take. Jake nearly cums in his pants right then and there.

perv!jake helps you solve a complicated problem, and you light up like he’s the smartest boy in the world. As a sign of your appreciation, you hug him, tight, soft, your tits pressing right up against his chest like it's nothing.

And he moans.

Quiet. Slips out before he can even think. You don’t seem to notice. You just keep smiling, thanking him like you can't feel something hard pressed against you. His dick’s already leaking, he can feel it.

He clears his throat, cheeks red. “I- uh, I’m not really feeling the best. I think I’m gonna head out early.”

You pout, sweet and worried, and offer to get him some water, maybe let him lie down, hoping he'll stay a bit longer. But he’s already opening the door.

Because he needs to get home. Now. He’s seconds from cumming in his pants, and he knows once he’s alone he’s gonna jerk it to the feeling of your tits against him—again and again until he’s lightheaded and shaking.

gooner!jake cant stop thinking about you, or more specifically, your tits. Its hard not to when they're so perfect. Soft, warm, and pushed against him when you hugged. He swears you did it on purpose, not that he minds. He can't stop fucking the panties he took from your apartment a few days ago when you had him over, surely you didn't notice they went missing. They're dirty and sticky from his fluids but he can't stop, he wont stop. Jake's not proud of it but this is the closest he's getting to fucking your perfect pussy.

gooner!jake got a call from you in the middle of edging himself for the third time tonight.

"Hey! Did you make it home okay? You left in a hurry and you said you weren't feeling well..." Your voice rings through his head. He's gripping his dick tighter now, still moving his hand up and down. He can't just cum immediently to the sound of your voice, that would be so embarrassing. He has to last longer for you.

"Y-yeah I made it home fine. T-thanks" Jake's holding back moans. It's disgusting how even when he's on the phone he won't stop. He cock is throbbing in agony, he's been edging himself non stop and he so desperately wants to cum, to feel you, to fill you up.

"You don't sound sound okay Jakey, you should've just stayed. I would've taken care of you." You say it so innocently that Jake loses it. He lets out a groan and thrusts his hips violently into his hand. Jake knows your panties are ruined by him but it doesn't stop him from shoving it into his mouth, pretending he's tasting your sweet cunt against his dirty tongue

How could you just say that so casually? Calling him Jakey? Saying you would've taken care of him?

You have no idea what you do to him.

"f-f-fuck y/n. I want you so fucking b-bad." It slips out of Jake's mouth before he realizes it.

"Walking around with those t-tiny shorts. I should've just be-bent you over." His brain is practically gone at this point, all he cares about is cumming. His eyes are rolling to the back of his head while his hand moves furiously. He's moaning loudly enough that you could hear him through the phone. He doesn't care anymore; he wants to be gross for you, if you'd let him.

"I'm go-gonna cum, fu-fuck!" His hips sputtered into his fist and thick, hot ropes of cum sprayed all over his phone. He's oversentive from edging himself nonstop, brain completely empty and dick still hard.

gooner!jake realizes that you were still on the phone, you didn't hang up. Before he can apologize, your small voice comes out,

a whimper.

Are you... are you touching yourself to him right now?

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[ghostofafool]

"I didn't do anything wrong," I said when the neighbor who'd been mean to me about the back fence last week was impaled on one of its spikes.

"I didn't do anything wrong," I said when the coworker that stuck me with double shifts for all of last week was bleeding out on the deli floor.

"I didn't do anything wrong", I said, as I told the police about the other neighbor's son going missing after we went on a date.

"I didn't do anything!" I said, when I was brought to court for that son's death, killed behind the place we went on our date.

"I am innocent," I whispered, as the judge declared me not guilty.

"I did nothing!" I shout to my friends, as they accuse me of killing him and the others. I do not blame them. They did nothing wrong.

"It's not me," I say to the therapist. "They just need something to blame." The therapist says that I should move out of this town, and start over. They think it will help me. They're found dead the next morning.

"You're just so precious, I can't let you go. You're perfect, and I cant let that be sullied." The sinner says, as if it's fact. I do not think it is. "I am always yours, so you must always be mine. Those mere ants tried to take you, so I got rid of them." The sinner states, as they tie my ropes tighter. They coo and wipe my tears as I cry in sorrow and shame.

"I didn't do anything wrong" I weep,

And now I never will.

Your harassing neighbor dies. Then a bullying coworker dies in a crash. Within a month, people you’ve had bad blood with start dying. The police are watching you closely—but you haven’t done anything… at least, not that you know of.

[honeypiehotchner]

The Gambit (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part twenty-one

I can't wait for these two to kiss because jesus christ!!! I don't think I've ever written this slow of a burn it's killing me

Warnings: our usual angst, Hotch being dumb but also reader being just a little overdramatic (but who's to say!), i promise these two are going to get over themselves soon

You return to Hotch’s office with snacks and coffee in tow, bringing the entire pot with you for convenience. You see he has grabbed your mugs from the conference room and you smile.

“Our provisions,” you joke, arranging everything on the smaller table by the couch. “Our eyes are going to be bleeding before we’re even halfway.”

Hotch lets out a chuckle as he hands you your mug. “I hope not.”

Your fingers brush again and you try your best to ignore the softness. You notice then that he has done some slight rearranging so the two of you will be sitting on the same side of his desk to look at the files. Probably something to do with the space, and so neither of you will have to deal with reading anything upside down, but still, it…does something to you.

Something you do not want to face right now, so you promptly squash it and move on. 

You clear your throat. “Should we start?”

He nods, a jerking movement like you jolted him from a daze. “Yes, we can go chronologically, I guess. I managed to secure some files from the first few times he was arrested for unrelated crimes.”

“Got it.” You settle down into the chair on the left, and Hotch takes the one to your right.

You realize too late that he’s left-handed, which means he is continually brushing against you as he uses his dominant hand to point to certain words and move other files around.

It’s fine, truly. Honestly. You don’t know what’s coming over you now. Why it never has before — but hasn’t it? Your mind flashes the memory of you crawling into Aaron’s lap to steer during the car chase, the way you felt him underneath you and the thrill it sent up your spine. You can try to blame that on the adrenaline of the situation all you want, but you know it’s a lie. You know it isn’t the only thing to blame.

You shake your head to shake yourself out of it, focusing in on the files. There is nothing unusual about the first arrests, some were even before you were born. Nothing out of the ordinary, so you and Hotch decide to set them aside on the couch.

Next are the arrests after you were born, beginning with some domestic dispute calls. You can feel Hotch’s eyes on you as the two of you go over them, but these were when you were a baby. You, thankfully, don’t remember these nights.

You make the decision to move on from them, confident that there aren’t any clues there. Not for anything you don’t already know.

The most damning, and the things you want to focus on, are the arrests and interrogations that occur after some of the first murders. Although the arrests were for unrelated incidents — domestic dispute, DUI — your father was still questioned as the city was on high alert. The DUI arrest in particular happened in Atlanta. Your father claimed to be on a bachelor party trip with some friends. The police bought the story. They believed the man they were looking for to be a local, not someone on a weekend trip. They let your father go with a warning.

“They didn’t even suspend his license?” you scoff. 

“His BAC was still under the legal limit,” Hotch notes.

“Yet they brought him in on DUI arrest,” you shake your head. “They absolutely amended that number when they decided to let him go. Charming bastard.”

“He does seem to talk himself out of all of these,” Hotch mutters.

“He could talk himself into and out of anything he wanted,” you reply, still glaring down at the reports. “My mom told me once that it was what made her fall in love with him. And what made her realize that one day he was either going to kill her or himself.”

Hotch’s head slowly turns toward you, but you don’t meet his gaze. You can’t. You keep saying things to him that you shouldn’t, things that feel like you’re breaking your chest open and almost daring him to do something about it.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

You shrug.

“Let’s take a break for a moment.”

“Hotch,” you huff, finally turning to look at him. You gesture to the desk before you both. “Does it look like we have time for a break?”

“No,” he deadpans. “But five minutes won’t hurt. Because there is something I need to discuss with you, about Rossi.”

You sit back in your chair, cradling your mug in your hands. “Okay, what about him?”

“He told me he’s not skipping his guest lecture this year.”

“Why would he skip it?” you ask, eyebrows furrowing. Rossi mentioned it to you on the drive to the this morning BAU, so this isn’t new information for you. “It’s just for the weekend.”

“I know,” Hotch says, eyeing you warily. “Would you like to stay somewhere else while he’s gone?”

“Honestly?” you chuckle. “I kinda want to stay at his place.”

“Are you alright staying there alone?” Hotch prompts. “I know he has great security and all, but…”

“But it’s a big place,” you admit, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. Hotch tries not to stare at your mouth. “And it would feel safer knowing someone else is home just in case,” you sigh. “Maybe I can ask one of the girls, or…” You pause, eyes flicking up to Aaron’s. He sees you hesitate, but only for a moment. “What are you doing this weekend?”

Hotch blinks. Once, twice. “Me?”

“Yeah,” you almost laugh. “Come on, don’t tell me you actually have plans.”

“What if I did?”

“Do you?” 

“That’s not the point.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling at him. You’re smiling. At him. “Just come stay at Rossi’s for the weekend. It’ll be a good bonding exercise for us to…you know, learn to not kill one another.”

“We still could.”

“Yeah, we might,” you shrug, smirking dangerously at him. “Willing to risk it?”

Absolutely. He’ll risk anything for you, and maybe that isn’t a good thing, but he doesn’t care. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” you nod. “Besides, I’m 99% sure everyone has weekend plans, and I don’t want them to keep canceling things just to deal with this unsub right now.”

Hotch frowns. No matter how many times everyone reassures you that they want to help you and that taking on this case is not bothersome, you still think it is. You still think you’re a burden.

Hotch didn’t have plans this weekend, nothing besides working overtime to continue investigating any leads, but even if he did have plans, he’d cancel them for you. Every time.

“Then I’ll be there,” he says.

“Good,” you smile. “Oh, I’ll have to ride with you, if I’m still not driving my car. Unless I can go back to driving it.”

Hotch mulls it over. “We’ll see where things are at in a few days.” It’s only Tuesday. A lot could change between now and Friday.

You roll your eyes at him, but for once, it seems entirely lighthearted. “I knew you’d say that.”

+++

You need to be psychologically evaluated. Or something.

The reality of what you asked Hotch — and the fact that he agreed — hits you barely an hour later, and suddenly you’re excusing yourself to go see if Garcia has heard anything back yet about the note left in your door.

You plan to ask her about the note, yes, but also to ask her what the hell is going on with you, but then it hits you that you can’t ask her that because you absolutely, under no circumstances, cannot tell anyone about this. You don’t even want Rossi to know because you know he won’t let either of you live this down, but it’s his house, and you’d be surprised if Rossi didn’t tell Aaron he should offer to stay with you. Except you, like a fool, invited him yourself.

You pause outside Penelope’s office, composing yourself. You have to act normal. You can’t freak out about this right now. And what are you freaking out for, anyway? You and Hotch are both adults, capable of being civil under the same roof for a weekend. It’s fine. It’s not like you’re attracted to him because that would be insane — and frankly, masochistic with how much he pisses you off. All the time.

Except today. Kind of.

God, you need to get a grip.

As you raise your hand to knock, Penelope’s door opens, and you both scream.

“What are you doing?” she shrieks.

“I was coming to ask about the note!”

She takes a deep breath. “You are psychic, my friend. I was just coming to tell everyone the news. Come on.”

She links her arm with yours as you walk back down the hall toward the bullpen. You catch her eyeing you through your peripheral.

“You’re jumpy,” Pen notes. “Everything okay?”

“Yep,” you say, definitely too fast. “Hotch and I have just been going over all the files he asked around for.”

Pen is silent for a moment. “Just you two?”

“Yes…” you turn your head to look at her. “Why?”

“Nothing,” she says, definitely too fast.

Neither of you say anything after that, walking the rest of the way to the conference room in silence. You pause outside Hotch’s office to clue him in, and he stands without hesitating.

The results from the lab are underwhelming.

“Nothing?” Morgan repeats.

“Nada,” Garcia nods. “I sent it to your tablets, so you should have it, but they found nothing. Zilch. Not even a whisper of a fingerprint is on that note.”

“So, he’s very careful,” Prentiss muses.

“And intentional,” you add. “This has to be part of his game. Whatever the game is.”

“Actually,” Reid starts, “I think it might have something to do with his identity — the game, I mean. Think about it: you don’t know who he is, we can’t find any leads, every time we get something like this note, we conveniently don’t have any fingerprints or— or even oils from the skin where he’d brush against it as he wrote on it— he thinks of everything.”

“Richard taunted you about not knowing him,” Hotch says from the doorway, quietly. Almost like he didn’t want to offer up that information.

“Kind of,” you agree, but not without casting a sideways glance at your boss. You already told the team about Richard saying you know who’s doing this, just that you don’t want to admit it to yourself.

Next to you, Pen squeezes your arm gently. “What did he say exactly?”

“It was just what I already told you guys,” you shrug. “He thinks I know who it is, and when I told him my dad is dead, he said he knew that. That he was sorry for both losses, so he somehow found out about my mom’s death, too — I don’t know how.”

“Are you sure there isn’t a family friend or…distant relative that could be doing this, for whatever twisted reason?” Rossi prompts.

You shake your head. “None that I can remember.”

You hear Hotch shifting behind you, straightening up in the doorway. You crane your neck to look at him, raising an eyebrow.

He doesn’t look at you, though. He looks at Rossi.

“Dave, can I speak to you for a moment?”

Rossi, of course, nods and goes to stand, unfazed by Hotch’s request.

You’re not the same. Annoyance begins to simmer just below the surface, like it always has. “You can ask me whatever you’re about to ask him.”

Rossi pauses, glancing between you and Hotch. You can practically feel the entire room holding their breaths, waiting for the inevitable sparring match to begin.

It doesn’t come. Instead, you and Hotch are locked into your usual glares, less angry than before, but it’s like embers with you two. One spark, one coax and the flames will return.

“I need to speak to Dave about this, alone,” Hotch says, his tone leaving no room for arguing.

Against your better judgement, you still try. “No, I’m serious. What is it?”

“Do you remember who kidnapped you?”

You struggle to answer. It’s not a matter of remembering because you never saw the man’s face at all. “No, I—”

“Then I need to speak to Dave about it, alone,” Hotch repeats, gesturing for Rossi to follow him to his office.

You can do nothing except watch them go. The round table room is left in silence after they leave. The sound of Hotch’s office door closing quietly with a click echoes in your ears as if it was slammed. 

“Okay, um,” you pause, trying to redirect. “I guess, what have you guys found in the letters, if anything?”

You try to listen to the team as they — mostly Reid — explain what they’ve deduced so far, which isn’t much. More personality clues rather than any tangible lead.

“And, uh…” Reid offers you a small, sad smile. “For what it’s worth, from what I can tell in the letters, he um— Your dad did really care about you.”

You nod slowly, somehow not expecting that to be a conclusion that Reid came to. But you’re weirdly grateful that he did, nonetheless. “Thank you,” you whisper.

You turn around to look at Hotch’s office, but the door is still shut and the blinds are drawn now, too. You sigh.

“Well, looks like I’ve been banished for the time being,” you turn to look at Pen. “Wanna show me how to hack something? Completely legally, of course.”

She grins, wide and mischievous. “Let’s go.”

+++

Inside Hotch’s office, the two men face each other in a standoff, equally as annoyed with one another.

“Yes, of course it crossed my mind, I’m not that dense,” Rossi all but snaps at Hotch. “But I could never convince myself that it seemed plausible enough.”

“You could’ve mentioned it,” Hotch fumes, one hand propped on his hip while the other rubs tiredly at his forehead.

“We had other leads that we had to follow.”

“Yeah, which are dead ends now.”

It’s not often that the two old friends argue. They bicker, they poke one another’s buttons, but it’s rare for it to go beyond that. So rare that it blows over quickly, like it does now.

“I told you the facts, and you’ve read them,” Rossi says calmly, gesturing to Hotch’s desk. “She never saw his face, he never did anything to her, and we never found him because he never became a problem again to give us anything to find him with. We had to move on. We had to let them move on.”

Rossi glances toward the window and Hotch knows who he means. You and your mom. They had to stop investigating and stop questioning and stop, for lack of a better phrase, beating a dead horse. So that you and your mom could move on, could start a new life.

“Okay,” Hotch exhales. “So, what if it’s the same person?”

“Then he’s twenty years older, like the rest of us.”

“Where does that put him?”

“I have no idea,” Rossi shakes his head. “She would barely tell us anything about him.”

“What?”

“She kept telling us that there was nothing to tell,” Rossi says. “She didn’t see his face, but she heard his voice. He didn’t harm her. Like Lila, she didn’t talk badly about him.”

Hotch remembers Lila right after she was returned. How calm she seemed. As if nothing had happened, really. How she refused to speak to a sketch artist.

“Are you sure she never saw his face?”

Rossi shrugs. “That’s what she told us, repeatedly. We had no reason to think otherwise. Why? What are you thinking?”

“Lila did see his face but refused to speak to a sketch artist,” Hotch pauses. “I don’t know.” 

What if you did see your kidnapper’s face, but were told to say that you didn’t? What if you willingly kept it to yourself because he didn’t harm you and let you go willingly? What if you’ve blocked it out — you were only fourteen — and convinced yourself that you never saw his face because for twenty years you’ve believed that you didn’t?

“No, I know,” Rossi nods slowly, the gears turning in his head. “But we can’t confront her about this, not head on.”

Hotch makes a bitter sound, somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “I know. She’s not happy with me again.”

Rossi gives him a look. “Your timing wasn’t exactly impeccable.”

Hotch returns the look. “Just…maybe try to ask her about it?”

“Right,” Rossi says. “I’ll see what I can get her to remember.”

“Thank you,” Hotch sighs. “If she’s uh, not too angry with me then, will you send her back in here so we can finish looking through these?”

Rossi almost laughs. “Oh, you won’t be seeing her again today.”

“What? Why?”

“I think I heard her and Garcia walk by a few minutes ago, and besides, I am not the messenger,” Rossi holds his hands up in surrender. “Go find her yourself.”

Hotch is not going to bother you. He knows better.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

vaggette toxic one-sided idea purge

how carmilla inducts vaggie into the overlords only partly for fun and velvette is so pissed off about it she plots to fake romance vaggie in revenge

and Velvette maybe might have been slightly more into her and Vaggie's rap battle then she realizes oh whoops, oh no

@barblaz-arts this is your fault not mine. Point the blame inward.

the set up

Carmilla satisfied with her investment in the hotel and Vaggie, gets her to come along to the next overlord meeting purely just to increase her new ally’s power and her own, completely with no ulterior or petty motives

Alastor horrified static twitching smile, politely raises the point that he considers the hotel to already be HIS turf

Zestial amused, tickled, and delighted Carmilla has made a friend and is finally having some fun, politely pulls out a chair for Vaggie at the table

Other overlords scared of Zestial, respectful of Carmilla, fresh from rewatching footage of Vaggie gleefully impaling exorcists with the spear she brought along to the meeting. Say nothing

Velvette arrives late on purpose bc she doesn't give a shit WHY THE FUCK IS /SHE/ HERE??

Carmilla maybe smiling just a little

The battle over letting Vaggie sit in as an honorary overlord, as rapped very intensely at each other by Velvette and Vaggie:

Velvette: Hear ye, hear ye! Look what the Carmine dragged in~

(cue music number)

Here’s a chirpy little birdy, the harpy of hell’s daughter, come demanding things left and right like her words hold any water. No souls no turf, sorry girl, nope, no seat at the table, and with one eye gone she sure doesn’t even look so able. Appearances are everything- if that’s something you can see, your optics next to ours would get hashtag embarrassment from me.

Overlords, over all you know hells a hard-ass place. Charity and mercy? Ha! Weakness and disgrace! Carmilla says she’s worthy, Carmilla made a deal, the more fights they pick with heaven the more sales for Carmine’s steel.

Don’t buy the crap they’re pushing, say fuck that and resist! We’re the power of earthly Sinners, and she’s a-

(Velvette just barely remembers her plan to keep the Exorcist intel she's dug up as a secret from everyone, fellow hothead Vees included, until exactly the right moment shows up- and being sat in the same room as Carmilla, Alastor, and Vaggie, within easy spear range, is /not/ that moment)

-she’s just some lacky with a list! We’ve got our own cred to keep up, to keep hells Sinners all in check. She’d be the collar on the leash of a royal rope tied round our neck.

Vaggie: Are you done?

Velvette: Sure thing, sweetness.

Vaggie: Great.

My name’s Vaggie and I’m busy, I’ve got bigger fucks to fry, so sorry if I’m blunt but I’ve got no time to lie- Your cred’s a bunch of bullshit. You think this is where I wanna sit? I’ve got our hotel to go home to, with heaven hellbent to destroy it.

We all saw you sit back, cowards, and watch the Radio Demon run, so whose turf really is it? Who faced Extermination and won? Who’s been there for Sinners while you’ve used them like a knife? Charlie’s the real Sinner’s power, she protects them with her life.

She’s got better stuff to do than listen to you whine, someone’s gotta hear it though, and if it’s me then fine. You’re not the worst assholes I’ve seen play with others souls, and you’re all Sinners scared of dying, so we even share some goals.

Unlike all of you though, me and Charlie we don’t have to pay and trade. Instead of buying a Sinner’s soul and time we can trust the friends we’ve made. I didn’t make them stay and fight, they gave their all for free. Who looks weaker in that light? You overlords, or me?

Vaggie: Also, you really think poking fun at the half blind woman is a win for you? Ask the corpses of the Exorcists who thought they could get the drop on me. My girlfriend says the eyepatch looks hot and hers is the only opinion I care about. So fuck off.

.....

Velvette can't think of a good clap back, weirdly having trouble thinking at all while Vaggie's glaring at her, but also kinda doesn't want the battle to end just yet

Velvette Warns her to sit quietly during the meeting and let the REAL overlords talk, then gets up close and personal with Vaggie and excuses it by whisper-threatening that it’d just take one text to make her friend Angel Dust’s work hours a living hell

Vaggie, irritably pushing her back at spearpoint, clearly resisting the urge to Stab reminds Velvette that Angel’s work hours with Velvette’s pathetic manchild of a friend are already a living hell for him, and he STILL talks back to Val anyway, and that’s WHY Vaggie is taking a seat at the overlord’s table, to try helping the other sinners that people like Velvette have left behind because they're too scared and spineless to help anything except themselves

(Ding! Bullseye)

Velvette looks actually pissed and not at all smirky anymore, leans in while ignoring the spear-

Carmilla smoothly starts the meeting right then before anyone other than Vaggie ends up losing an one eye

Velvette ends up being the one who spends the whole meeting unusually quiet, staring thoughtfully at Vaggie between making furious vent texts. She's somehow less upset about Charlie's pet murder angel sitting with the overlords than she is over losing her cool and almost skewering herself on Vaggie's spear like an idiot

That's a Vox and Val thing to do, that's why they need her, the only one of the Vees to NOT screw herself over some random looser who doesn't even like her

... but what if she could MAKE Vaggie like her?

If she could steal Carmilla's new tamed Exorcist- Charlie's right hand woman, part of why Val's toy still had a bolt hole in hell to hide in, and the only reason Alastor had met a hell princess with enough hope for her dreams she'd throw in with an overlord to finally get the ball rolling on them-

And Vaggie's switched sides before, miss ex Exorcist living in hell and picking fights with heaven. Why not help her do it again?

Poor overworked glorified secretary. Velvette knows for a FACT that her and the princess haven't been seen out on a single date since the hotel opened. With nothing else in hell for her but her girlfriend, that has to be getting to Vaggie, right? She could do with some appreciation.

If nothing else, the hell princess will probably be very sensitive to anyone else openly and personally appreciating her girlfriend. She might even do something rash, something to show the overlords and all of hell just how far they could trust in hellborn royalty.

Vaggie or no Vaggie, Velvette could work with that too.

She might even be able to blackmail Vaggie into working for the Vees, in exchange for NOT letting all of hell know that the hotel of supposed love and hope had a Exorcist stalking it's halls.

The beauty of that is Velvette wouldn't even have to sic any of her own souls on them. Just tell the Sinners the truth and watch the angry, vengeful, terrified mob tear Vaggie and everything she'd ever touched to shreds. All win, no loss. Vox would have already done it if he knew. She wouldn't mind sitting back with some popcorn and liveblogging the carnage with him and Val, if it came to it.

Ohhh but the satisfaction if she COULD take the Exorcist right out from under all of them...

And having an angel on their side would give the Vees one hell of leg up in whatever shit heaven thinks up next. They could really use a manager too, at this point in their business expansion- Velvette's got too much of her own shit these days to deal with Vox and Val's on top of it. A fourth Vee, in a coordination role, not interested in farming any souls or turf of her own, would be perfect- especially one that can cut through both bodies and bullshit.

Her name even fits with their theming. Velvette and Vaggie, the flipside to Valentino and Vox...

Hmm.

Velvette: Realizes she's been staring at Vaggie again, and Vaggie's noticed, and spares her exactly one second to give her a quick Glower before going back to arguing with someone.

Velvette: smiles and snaps a picture

The princess of hell is right about one thing. The eyepatch really is quite a Look.

-

Velvette some unspecified time later: It’s just for the bit okay

Vox: You seem to be wearing one of her feathers as a necklace

Velvette: Duh I'm wearing it- almost got hellfire crisped by the princess while snagging it off her

Vox: And the uh, stroking of it?

Velvette: Alllll part of the plan

Vox: You've made a whole private website of her

Velvette: You think faking being in love is some bullshit commercial you can just half-ass your way through with a pretty face and the right outfit? Especially when she used to be an Exorcist? I need intel! Research! The woman dresses as sharp as she is, Vox, and her fav accessory is a soul killing spear

Vox: You and your fixation on women with weapons...

Velvette: Ew. Shut up. This blog is about going down on h- getting my roleplay down right, damn it! This is WORK!

Vox: It looks like a fanpage-

Velvette: BLOCKED

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

unfortunately i do see sirius stepping into a parental role for regulus. yes he's only a year older than him - that's the tragedy. regulus is needy and oversensitive, too pampered, never hit, treated like the prince of the fucking wizarding world by his parents. sirius bore responsibility from the moment his mother saw him for the very first time and said you will be the heir, make me proud. when walburga had an episode sirius, barely six, was stumbling to "protect" a kid almost his own size. when sirius was eleven, leaving for hogwarts, he was worried sick (literally sick, btw, ran a fever before classes started) thinking about regulus as if he'd left a kitten in a storm rather than a kid in a home he was adored in.

it took a while for him to properly understand how fucked it was, how deep his saviour complex ran. from taking every responsibility on himself to taking the blame for every failed prank till the others started noticing. he wrote home obsessively. got angry to quick.

when regulus comes to hogwarts the following year, he's overbearingly protective because that's how it's always been. he doesn't know his place in regulus' life as his brother, as anything but the protector he's been appointed as since before he could walk four feet without falling.

it's hard to move on from that kind of issue - the kind that doesn't seem like an issue at all. since when was caring too much a bad thing? he dismissed remus and james - they didn't have siblings, they wouldn't know. he couldn't dismiss lily. not when she looked him in the eye and said, earnestly, you're fucked up, black. can't word out a response when he said he just wants to be a better brother and lily said he'll die trying if he doesn't pick himself up.

when he goes home to see regulus cutting up voldemort clippings with his friends, pasting them on his wall like they were posters he sits on the foot of his bed and rethinks about every memory he has with regulus and wonders in which one he went wrong.

when he's leaving grimmauld place, the second last time, he lingers on regulus' door. regulus asks him to stay. it's only when he realizes how dedicated regulus is to the wrong cause when he wakes up. on the way to the potter's he wonders why he ever thought it would be his fault that his brother was rotten inside and out.

[hancfubuki]

caleb has carefully built walls around his heart, however, the more time he spends with rafayel, the easier is for him to weave his way through them. for a moment, he says nothing, simply gazing at rafayel with an intensity that could also be a bit overwhelming, his purple eyes glimmering as a smile curls from the corner of his lips. "you have no idea how much that means to me." he murmurs, his hands still cupping the lemurian's face, not wanting to let go. "you say you'll protect me, and i believe you. but please, don't forget i'm not someone who will just stand by and the world hurt you. i'll also shield you from whaterver tries to take away that light in your eyes." in a more playful aura, he bops the tip of his nose with his fingertip. "if you believe i'm enough, i'lll make sure i'm worthy of that trust. so yes, i'll stay long enough, and together, we'll rewrite the ending we thought we were destined for." he feels the atmosphere between them lifting up a bit, no longer feeling tense nor regretting past decisions.

"oh?" he laughs amused, not even being able to hide it. "can you blame me? you were practically screaming for someone to hold you." he finds himself teasing again, comfortable enough to let this playful side of him. "you're right, though. i couldn't stay away even if i wanted to. perhaps you reminded me of something i'd lost, or your fire just called to me." his smiles softens as his fingers trace gentle patterns along the side of his face before leaning closer to press a kiss to his temple, lingering there for a moment before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, listening to everything he's already planning to do. as he's pulled into a hug, he instinctively reaches to the back of his head, petting him softly as he listens to him. his breath catching slightly as his words paint vivid pictures of distant lands and possibilities, truly of an eternity shared. his arm tighten around him, pulling him closer as well, while fingers tangle in his hair as he leans closer. "i'll show you everything." he whispers, a chuckle leaving his lips as he described so wonderfully some places in earth that might actually not be as appealing as he might think, but the idea of exploring the world together, suddenly made the thought comforting.

"sadly, my life is not as wonderful as you might think. i was not born on a beautiful land nor did i grew up in a pretty place. i was born within walls of stone, hidden deep underground. it was cold, with gas lamps that barely provided any light in that oppressive darkness, full of rusted pipes that dripped water that produced an ominous echo. it also had lot of shelves full with jars of organs suspended in blue liquids, malformed embryos, and monstrosities that blurred the line between human and something else, vials filled with glowing substances, labeled with codes and symbols incomprehensible to anyone but them. i can't take you there, raf. they would do indescribable things to you. it would be like leading you to a life of restraint and pain. i can take you anywhere you want, but that place is off limits." his lips press in a thin line, visible uncomfortable at the memories. and it's when realizes that rafayel already shared some part of his life with him, and he hasn't provide any details of his origin or childhood. "i don't know where i was born, but i grew up in a lab. never met my real parents either, i never had a family. the woman who took me in worked for them, she... also experimented on me. and i'm unsure about her real intentions, why she took me in. can't tell if it was pity or a need to have me close. i don't have a home either, my ship was my home, the sea itself. and there are countless of places on land that bring me pain, i can certainly take you there, were i have lost vital members of my crew. but not there. i know we are strong enough to take them down, but what if..." his brows furrow, getting angry just at the idea of them trapping rafayel and keeping him in a cage. "what if it goes wrong? it's too dangerous."

caleb watches him with a faint smile, looking how he suddenly picks up the pearl. the sudden worries vanish, eyes reflecting amusement once again laced with affection. he kneels slowly to join rafayel, his hand brushing against the other's as he gently takes the pearl to inspect it, holding it up between his fingers. "well, i can appreciate their beauty. i heard they are worth a lot of gold, used in jewelry. but if you asked me, their real worth lies in the story of how they’re made. they’re a reminder that even pain and pressure can make something worth treasuring." he rolls the pearl in his palm before holding it back out, letting it catch the faint glow of light between them. "maybe i should ask what they mean to you first, because i'd like anything, as long as it reminds me of you."

Rafayel hears the rustle of moss before he feels his eyes on the top of his head, and he hears the reassurance that only twists his emotions further into disarray. Rather than words coming from his mouth, it's the gentle touch that has him peek through his fingers, lower his hands, and show him shining eyes brimmed with tears, wavering gaze meeting his fear, guarded, expecting rejection, even when he continues to reassure. His thumb is warm and gentle as he clears his eyes of tears, anxiety bubbling under his skin, breath caught in his throat as he warily assesses the other with an unknown clarity. None of his actions are rushed, instead he feels like the gentle breeze against his skin, a warmth clinging to his skin and reassuring him of a coming day, eyelids lowered but staring down at the movements of his, his hand cupped his cheek and Rafayel slowly, cautiously, leans the weight of his head against it as his lips come close and press more reassurance against him.

I love you.

He says so gently as they part, and Rafayel had watched through hooded eyes the way his brows creased, the way his lips moved, his tall nose, and the way his lashes fluttered with every way their lips moulded together. Yet, rather than words he struggled to believe, he relied on the firm touches keeping him grounded, pulling him in towards the man with fingers in his hair, the warm breath brushing him filled with desire and affection, every fibre of his being thrumming when he isn't pushed but dragged further towards his self like gravity.

When the thought had first arisen, it was on a whim.

Empathy or pity, he didn't want to watch another soul endure more pain than necessary. After all, he believed everyone deserved to find peace and a reason to live. He didn't believe death was ultimately evil, but he also didn't think anyone should have to face death with loneliness or despair. Yet now, as he grew attached, started to care, he feels his emotions overflow. I found hope to live. That's all he wanted to hear, and he feels himself nod to his confession, humming softly in recognition as he takes a step forward, burying his face into the hands cupping his cheek, rubbing his nose against his palm, and looking up at him with adoration welling from deep in his chest. "I won't let you feel that pain anymore." As he finds his voice, he raises his own hands to cup over the ones on his face, keeping them still and letting him play with his cheeks if he so desires, enjoying the touch as it soothes the pain. For now, his worries are eased, only determination and love left in his touch. "From now on, I will break you free from the cycle of suffering if you ever fall back. I will protect you from anyone who dares to bring you harm. If you believe that I am enough," he sighs, squeezing his hand tight. "-You can stay with me for as long as you'd like."

Moving too fast. Rafayel lets out a wet chuckle as he lowers his gaze, a smile finally stretching his lips. "I remember someone's very first instinct was to drag me into their arms." Indeed, this was faster than he could have ever imagined himself falling. Yet it hadn't felt rushed when he had dragged Caleb under the raging ocean that fateful night, there had been indifference when he had first awoken, but everything had fit into place in a natural order from the moment he realized their souls resonated a familiarly, when Caleb fearlessly pulled him into his arms, facing his powers head on without fear but acceptance. He had seen the boy trapped behind responsibilities and a power he had been forced to control, scared of a mistake he once made, but also accepting the spoiled and playful boy, the part of him that wanted to experiment with love.  Rafayel isn't sure if he could call it love at first sight, not when he still doesn't quite understand the depth of his new feelings. But he is sure to nod when Caleb asks him to stay, tilting his head up to press his lips to his in return.

"An eternity is a long time."

The Lemurian opens his eyes slowly, hands now reaching up so he can cup the other's face, blue and pink eyes now clear as he tilts his chin and straightens his back to reach his height, noses brushing. "But that means we'll have plenty of time to travel the world, like you said." The weight on his shoulders feels lighter, his hands slipping into Caleb's hair, then down so his elbows can rest on his shoulders, pulling him in and hugging him close. He let his cheek rest on the span of his shoulder, squished and comfortable to share warmth in the gentle light and purple glow of weeds. "I read of land far from the coast closest to Whalefall City. Places where they paint with ground vermilion and sulphur. Some cities that smell like sweet and spicy spices with fragrant oil, flowers that bloom once every hundred years, and logs of a land where they play music from instruments vastly different from the ones I know of." He lifts his head, playing with the long ends of his hair as his eyes glow warmly. This was his answer; he would give an eternity and more. "I want to see the world you call home. Where you were born, where you grew up, and the places and people you liked most. But not just the places that make you nostalgic and happy, but also those that have melancholy and pain. All of it."

A sigh escapes his lips, tears dried and comforted by the sudden realization that he wasn't alone in his sudden affection. Like he said, they could slowly learn what they didn't yet know. But as he glances down at the pearls littered on the floor, not too many but enough to be visible at first glance, his ears turn red as heat reaches his face, pulling away only to crouch down and pick one up. Then, he holds it up to stare before looking at Caleb with a questioning tilt of his head, sheepish but curious. "Do you like pearls?"

Humans did, but he doesn't know much about Caleb.

[lezhuntrr]

obsessed with the thought of letting my guard down around you because I think you're different; mouthing off about cis men with you, telling you I'd never let one fuck me, they don't see me as a man anyway!

only to end up broken on your cock, fucked out with tear stains on my cheeks while you laugh, "can't really blame them, you so look like a girl from here!"

adorable 🥰🥰 we laugh as you bitch and i tell you what you wanna hear while im sidling closer; it’s nice to have a trans friend like me. it’s, like, solidarity! you know im not like them, and even if i was, im definitely not anymore. even if the conversation turns dirty and a little invasive, you know im not gonna just hold you down like a doll and take all i want from you, right? …right?

[redorquid]

dyeing penelope's hair . ₊

︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎(headcannons)

warnings: none ! just pure heartwarming fluff

pairing: penelope garcia x fem!reader (established relationship)

︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ (heyy this was written based of S5 penelope because i love her so so much and I'm so exited to start writing something related to her, if something is written incorrectly feel free to tell me so I can improve with my writing, hope you enjoy !!)

it all started when you where playing with the hair dye filter from tiktok and tried every color.

none of them really suited both of you until you came across the red one and penelope took the phone from your hands and started to take a look at herself.

"OMG THIS IS SO SO GOOD " she told you with pure amazement in her eyes.

you weren't going to lie, she looked so pretty in that color. it made her smile much brighter, it intensified the color of her eyes, she's makes being gorgeous so effortless.

"you look so beautiful " you said while looking at her melting with her beauty, you needed to make that color happen.

she just blushed, surprised by the sudden compliment.

"can we go buy this hair dye? " she asked while doing puppy eyes at you (she knew that would work).

"only if you let me help you apply it " you said while putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

when you came back from the store you went straight to the bathroom, she put on some old t-shirt of yours while you started preparing the dye.

after you where done mixing, you painted the first piece of hair and you heard the loudest scream coming from your girlfriend's mouth.

"I ALREADY LOVE IT AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN DONE" she said while covering her mouth with her hands completely surprised.

"i don't think you love it more than i do" you told her while looking in her direction.

"okay I know how you're loving it already but we're trying to make my hair red, not my face sweetness" she teased you while the blush of her cheeks extended to all of her face.

when you finished putting all the dye you put a shower cap in her hair and went to the living room to wait until it was time to wash it.

you both settled in the couch and before you could she started speaking.

"okay hear me out, I know we haven't seen the finished results yet, but maybe next time I can return the favor and do something in your hair as well" she said thinking with a hand in her jaw.

"really?" you ask her taken aback by the sudden offert.

"of course !! I was thinking maybe we could do something that matches with my color, OMG WE COULD BE LIKE A SUNRISE" she said gasping completely proud with her idea.

"YESS, we can also like do matching outfits to complement the hair styles" you excitedly added while smiling so hard your face might burn later.

after talking about hair color ideas for later, it's was time to wash the dye already so you headed back to the bathroom and she took the cap while you started running the water.

you helped her wash her hair, massaging her scalp, and she hummed in relaxation.

when you were done, you turned the water off and you handed her the hairdryer while you finished cleaning the stained sink.

she gasp so loudly you turned around and realized that she was finished and omg I can't even tell you how pretty she looked because you've never saw her this stunning.

"honey look ! I'm like daphne from scooby doo, maybe we can do a couples costume for halloween and you can be velma because you really are my number one genius"

"please let's do that because I don't I'm going to get enough of this color, omg baby you look so pretty right now i might turn into stone because of your beauty" you said while kissing her cheek.

you never thought you were going to be so speechless about a hair color but, who can blame you? you feel happier than ever and it's all because of your beautiful girlfriend.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Top Form catch up time! My mental health can be...tricky, so sometimes when I know an angsty episode is on deck, I wait until the next week so I can head right into the following, hopefully less angsty episode. So I'm starting with 6 today.

This also means that with more to watch, I don't remotely have the kind of time where I can jot down a ton of thoughts, so I will probably just stick to the most highlight-worthy moments with my babies.

Ok, episode 6.

I love when Akin just can't contain himself anymore.

Also love that Jin is 100% aware he's in love with a black cat, and knows Akin's pseudo-grumpiness is a love language.

Excellent to see a little of Jin's dangerous side.

So far his obsession has been so polite, but I like a little edge in there. It's bad to underestimate how dangerous a dog can be just because it's cute and fluffy.

Hmm, y'know - I expected that final scene to be a lot harder to watch based on people's reactions last week.

It also makes me a little sad I saw so many people criticizing both Akin and Jin in this episode, because I feel like the writing did an incredible job of making both of them so relatable in this moment.

Akin is clearly still having trouble accepting he was assaulted. Which is not surprising, because we live in a world where there is so little support and so much judgement and shame thrown at men who are victims. He's still trying to process what happened to him, blaming himself, while also dealing being in love for the first time (which he's also still a bit in denial about), with someone who has him on a pedestal, with a big part of himself expecting it will inevitably end anyway, because everything good in his life always does.

And then Jin, who is still very young, and has been deeply in love and obsessed with Akin for years, and had this moment of feeling like all his work would finally get him on the same level and worthy of Akin, is operating on pure emotion, and the sudden horrible fear that he will never be enough for Akin.

I thought it was beautifully written and incredibly acted.

Ok, let's move on, episode 7!

Again with the visuals!

I'm really enjoying the "thou" language too, which I assume means they're using an older style of Thai in the play?

Ok, so what Johnny did is assault and utterly inexcusable. But I do find it interesting how clear they are making it that he is someone who sees his own body as a commodity, for transactional purposes. It does give some insight into his character. You don't grow up with healthy examples of intimate relationships and then treat yourself, or other people like that. Again - not an excuse for what he did! But he's not some mustache-twirling villain, he's a fucked up human being.

My babies, *sob*

Also how much Smart has to stoop here, lol.

THEIR ACTING IS SO GOOD

My heart might literally explode

I know that technically the shower sex is to show the cleansing off of what happened to Akin with Johnny

but I like to think it's also a result of them having to spend so long cleaning the honey off last time.

Goddamn, you two.

Also there is no way Akin will ever be able to sleep with anyone else, he gets utterly body-worshipped every time by Jin. This man is once again having a religious experience.

Domestic era!

Also Akin in glasses.

I know episode 8 can be fast tracked, but I'm not a fan of that business model, so I'm gonna wait. But glad we got so much JinAkin cuteness/hotness this episode!

[seijorhi]

Hi!! I adore your new fic—seriously, it’s incredible!!🥹 I was wondering if you could bless me with your brilliance:

What does Oikawa has in plan for the Reader’a future? Like… would she always be kept locked and hiddenes away as his mistress, or would he eventually give her an official title of some sort?

Also, since the dead queen is the boys’ mother on paper, if they grow up at court—away from Reader’s care—would they grow to blame or even resent the Reader for their father’s past neglect toward their dead “mother” and his obvious favoritism for a “mistress”.

oikawa doesn't want her as queen. he doesn't want her as part of his court. he's never going to publicly acknowledge her, and anyone else who tries is gonna meet a very unfortunate and painful end. he wants her to exist solely for him.

part of it is ofc her status. she's a low born. the daughter of traitors to the crown (never mind that he was the one to label them such, and then execute them for it). there would have been huge opposition within his court if he decided to marry her, not to mention the potential resistance his heirs would face once they tried to take the throne. they only have the right to the throne because they're god's chosen, they have the right blood. dilute that, and people might start thinking just anybody could sit up there.

being the king, he probably could've just done it anyway if he felt the urge, and damn the consequences. any resistance will be removed, and his sons will be taught the same.

but put simply, he doesn't want her existing for anybody but himself. to give her status would be to give her freedom, even in the tiniest measure. he can't stand the thought of having to tolerate others' eyes on her. that he might have to track her down when he wanted her attention, because heaven knows she'd try to put as much distance between them as she thought she could get away with. no, it's better she remain where he left her. safe and his.

as far as the princes go, oikawa didn't give a shit about the queen, she spent most of her very short time at court confined to her room on bedrest, so it's not like people are out there waxing poetics about her. the court's terrified of the king, once he writes her off, spends the obligatory week 'mourning' she's little but a footnote. they'll know their mother married the king, fell into a difficult pregnancy soon after and died giving birth. the king, if prodded relentlessly, might admit that they didn't necessarily get on, but she fulfilled her purpose, and then he'll change the subject.

[crimsonender]

Yeah, okay. Sure. So we're sending out sicophants to my blog after I've kept a certain person's name out of my mouth for two months so here we go.

I made a bad video and did a bad job hosting and facilitating an event where people gathered together to discuss their experiences of a certain individual. Because I did a poor job I felt guilty. Because I felt guilty I felt unsure of myself, my beliefs, my actions, and my judgement. I felt that I might be wrong. I felt like I was causing pain for no reason.

I still think the video and the document that I oversaw being written is not particularly useful. Maybe I'm being overly critical of myself.

One thing I do know is that yes, people can change. In the case of this individual they've gotten worse. They're rapidly shifting away from fictional fantasies into reality. Into encouraging real children to interact with them in adult kink and sexual spaces as long as they lie about their age. This is no small thing.

I think one of the biggest blows to this doubt I was holding, was the one person I held up as an example of "hey people can get better. This person got better. Even if we don't talk anymore they're a better person than when they hurt me when we were young adults. If they can change then people should be forgiven." Just. Waltzed back into my life and did a speed run of the shit they put me through as a young person. So that pillar of my belief system was toppled very quickly. And at this point I don't know what I believe about forgiveness and growth. Maybe some things you just can't come back from. I don't know.

What I do know is that I need to start believing that people are who they tell me they are. And that if if something looks like a duck, and walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, its a duck.

I am not going back to drama content. No big conclusive video that will give me and my friends and my critics closure will ever be made. Because I don't owe anyone that and I do not want to make that. But I'm sick of giving people second and third and fourth and fifth chances only for it to explode in my face. I have friends. I have supporters. I have a family. There are people that love me. I didn't get here by forming a hugbox of creeps. I worked to earn the love and respect I enjoy in my personal and professional life, and I am humbled by it every day. I do not need this shit.

Put your big girl panties on and go get a real job if being on the internet is too hard for you. I'm done giving creeps the benefit of the doubt. You're a pig. You're cruel. You're a coward. You're turning into a monster and if you keep doing what you're doing you're going to land yourself in jail and on the SO registry when you get out and you will have no one to blame but yourself.

[verdantlights]

ZEN LOG: SIX

TIME: R O U N D T W E N T Y O N E

I can't breathe. It- It all happened way too fucking fast.

D-Daian... is fine! He's fine! He's alive and well, they just... took him away for... for...

"Five minutes, snap out of it. That boy won't be a hindrance to your performance. Play the game the way you're supposed to."

Fuck you, Scorpius.

They shove me in clothes that are too warm and thick to be comfortable. I'm not used to being fully covered up like this.

This is so fucking dumb- I need to find Daian. I can't do this without him. I need to find my Comet.

My arm is grabbed and I'm forcefully dragged to where I'm supposed to be.

"LET GO OF ME- GIVE DAIAN BACK TO ME!!"

"You saw the audience enjoy their meal, did you not?"

I look at the guard with abject horror.

"Sh-shut the fuck up... They didn't enjoy shit 'cause he's still fucking alive!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, mutt."

I can't fight back because before I know it, I'm on stage with Stas.

I look at them a bit frightened, knowing I probably look like shit right now.

Due to my own mental state, I can't get a read on them. It doesn't matter, I'll win and kill Kay myself.

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This is not a game now, nobody can save you.

Spent up all your change, and now your turn is done.

We won't be afraid, 'cause we're the ones who made you.

Knock you out the frame, we won't stop until you're gone,

Game on.

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The score goes back and forth, neck and neck. Stas is in the lead one second and I take over the next. Back and forth, back and forth. I was right in believing Stas would be wonderful competition, but I can't savor it.

All I can think about is Daian. He's alive. He has to be.

Everything is spinning. I'm dizzy as hell and I honestly want to lose just to be free from this fucking migraine, but that's just wishful thinking. I have something I want to do. I have something I need to do. I can't lose here.

I know you want to win, Stas, but I'm sorry.

I do too.

And I don't stop until I get what I want.

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But I'ma be the face of a generation,

Kids wit' no patience or directions,

Never doubt or question my effort,

Game on, game on, hope you people ready.

I'm reloaded and my trigger finger steady.

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Stas' song is interesting. And if it weren't for our circumstances, I'd think they want to die. I wouldn't blame them, but I know they want to win. I know they're trying to.

My dizziness and the migraine is only getting worse. This is nothing, though. I won't let my body stop me from winning. I was taught endurance. I was taught how to fight. I will fight to the very bitter end if it comes to that.

I won't go down quietly, they're gonna have to bury me face fucking down.

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I've traveled plenty seas, spent many hours

To make myself be the best I can be,

So you gon' show respect when you talkin' to me.

That number one spot legacy I see is my hit.

And what you take, what you is, what you leave behind,

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Here, at the last hook, I'm in the lead again. I'm pulling ahead more than I was before. I'm winning.

I'm winning.

Everything still hurts. It's getting worse. I can feel everything starting to shut down and give out. I can't pass out here. I can't, not yet.

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This is not a game now, nobody can save you!

Spent up all your change, and now your turn is done!

We won't be afraid, 'cause we're the ones who made you.

Knock you out the frame, we won't stop until you're gone,

Game on!

Game on!

Game on!

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.

.

My throat closes up and I feel sick. Panic is surrounding me from all sides and I can't see anything. I want to scream and cry and shout but I can't get my throat to work.

I'm angry, it hurts. I'm panicking, it hurts. I want my brothers, it hurts. I want my mother, it hurts.

A pistol is thrusted in my hands. I have to kill Stas.

I'm sorry, I'll try and be quick.

My feet are unsteady and I'm shaking. I can feel myself choking and hot tears falling down my face. I hesitate.

I hesitate.

For some reason, I see Kay. I see my brother falling into the crowd, and I scream as I shoot. It hurts, it hurts so bad. It feels like I'm tearing my vocal cords.

I miss their head. I hit their shoulder.

I shoot again.

I miss their head. I hit their thigh.

I shoot again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

I missed every single fucking shot.

I'm so sorry, it's not your fault, Stas.

Through my blurry vision, I can see them laying collapsed on the floor in a pool of their own blood. They raise their hand and point at me weakly with a finger gun, before bringing it to their head and tapping. I can't see what their face looks like, but I think I know what they're feeling now, what they want.

There's a small moment of clarity where the adrenaline tunes out all other pain, noise, and emotion. I steady my hands and my stance and aim for their head, pressing the trigger.

The pistol doesn't go off.

I press the trigger again, still a dud.

I try messing with the magazine but I can feel that clarity slipping away. I can feel myself slipping away.

No, I have to at least grant them death. It's the least I can do.

Fuck no I can't pass out now, this isn't-

I can't-

I feel myself swaying, before it goes dark and I hit the ground.

━☽【❖】☾━

Oh, my Lord, take this hand, save me from the gallows.

Hear this news, bear my gold, lay me in the shallows.

Evil'll come if you call my name, the wicked day shall rise.

The river's sins gonna wash me clean, the river don't run dry.

Oh, my Lord, take this soul, lay me at the bottom of the river.

The devil has come to carry me home, lay me at the bottom, the bottom of the river.

Stas: @billwasnot

Daian: @apple8ees

Kay: @imperfectnothing

@alien-til-i-stage @ivanttakethis @chevalperd @junebluues @friedclownshrimp @awaggaa @yunoftheclouds @subzeromoron @messengers-of-the-gods @apriciticreveries @paradisedisconcert @starry-skiez @bluemoonscape

[thetrashthatsmilesback]

Tbh I don't think anyone is asking for Dick to be in Kory's show - it's about what happened to her after leaving Tamaran. Dick has no place in the time of her life as a slave for the Citadel.

While I understand the frustration, a lot of dickkory pushing is also to counteract misinformation about how they broke up. I still see people saying that Kory blamed Dick for being raped my Miriam to this day, pushed mostly in batfam fics.

No one is saying that you can't ship dickbabs, but pointing out that Barbara was de-aged for the ship, and that Kory and Dick were broken up in a way which was nonsensical is not "hate" for your ship. Dickbabs WAS shoved down fans throats - Barbara was deaged, and dickkory was so set in stone that there were comics published after they had been broken up referring to Kory as Dick's wife.

I'm sorry if you feel Koriand'r and dickkory is shoved down your throat (tbh as a Kory fan i wish more people would talk about her without Dick, so dickkory poses an issue for me as well despite how much I love them), but the demands that dickkory be recognized is because of how dc has treated the titans overall for years.

In the n52 timeline, it wasn't even clear for a long time if the titans had ever existed. DC's biggest competitor to the X-Men, and they were just gone. Vanished. Rarely mentioned. Rhato also destroyed Kory's relationships with all the titans (yes, including Roy's). Its one of the few proper mentions of the Titans that we got, and it was used to say that Kory didn't remember Dick, Gar, anyone. Roy had his status as a Titan ripped from him, and that might have been a kinder fate than what they did to Kory's connection to the Titans - a connection which is impossible to separate from Dick. To this day, some batfam only fans still ship Kory and Jason. Its as if 2 decades of DC history no longer exist. Even after they broke up, Dick and Kory still deeply loved each other and tell each other that almost every time they interact. To separate Kory from even her friendship with Dick is to separate her from decades of her history.

It also cannot be overstated how much dickkory were THE titans relationship. Sure Roy and Donna knew each other longer, Donna and Terry were literally married (then divorced), Garth and Tula are important to Aquaman history, and Wally basically can't live without Linda, but Dick and Kory are the most iconic dc couple from the 80s. They rival Clark and Lois in terms of DC comic couples that even non-comic fans know of (aided by the 2003 show). If there is a Titans reference made in something, then dickkory SHOULD show up even in a way as small as them being drawn holding hands. Dick and Kory's arcs are so intertwined in the NTT comics that to even try and discuss their character arcs independently, you are going to have to mention the ship.

Its not forcing the ship into everything, it's acknowledging the long history of the Titans as a team.

I definitely recommend blocking the dickkory tags if this is something you've been struggling with. Titans fans in general are great at tagging because we are used to non-titans characters ending up in our tags. We're used to tt03 animated stuff ending up in the comics tags and vice versa. It will make things a lot easier for you as a dickbabs shipper to simply block those forcing dickkory onto dickbabs posts and to blacklist the dickkory tags.

Let's all be honest, ships are the least interesting parts of comics, so let's all try to keep arguments over something so inconsequential to a minimum (and this goes for both sides - us dickkory shippers, and dickbabs shippers)

Edit: my phone changed Lois to Louis

Some Dickkory shippers wonder why some people hate on their ship but then try to shove starfire and ask where she is in any content ever. AND even whine about dc shoving Dickbabs in everything?

There's gonna be a titans movie? "dickkory HAVE to be there!"

We know in the movies and titans media dick and star are always a thing, why are you so worried and demanding or threatening...

There's gonna be a starfire serie? "Dick HAS to be there!"

There's a nightwing fanfiction or edit? "now add starfire in it!"

There's a new titans cover? "they have to be close in it!"

i get it you want to see your ship, don't whine about dc shoving Dickbabs down our throats if you're doing the same. One can't enjoy a video or make something about nightwing without someone demanding starfire in it.

[dragonprincess18]

I've written fanfic for a while, across multiple fandoms, so I feel like I've gone through all the milestones. Stilted dialogue, Mary Sues, plotholes...What I haven't dealt with was having AUs for my own story.

The Dragon That Will Pierce The Heavens is the longest story I've written in a long while, and add in that One Piece is the largest sandbox I've ever played in, it kinda just...happened.

A few of those AUs and crossovers have been started but generally discarded, like Miraculous Dragon (basically a Miraculous Ladybug crossover), or one shots just to get the itch out, like in Moonbeams and Stardust, where I did chapters for Pokemon, Digimon Adventure, Harry Potter and even a modern chapter.

Lately, I've even been collaborating with ReynaAtTheEnd to do a collaboration with her amazing story Summit Apocalypse, which will hopefully see the light of day at some point.

But there are definitely divergent ideas I've had that are too big for me to write, and those are the ones that gnaw at me.

For example...

What if Hikari never escaped Estrella to the East Blue?

What if, when she was about to go over the coral, something happened with the other boat and she had to give up her chance in order to make sure they escaped? Leaving Hikari to be captured and shipped off to Dressrosa, where Doflamingo happily threw a lavish wedding to celebrate finally getting the queen he believed he deserved.

Over the course of two years, Doflamingo believing he broke Hikari down into the perfect doll, not knowing she was secretly coordinating the Tontatta and toys and gladiators to overthrow him.

Then Law and the Straw Hats show up with their own plans, throwing Dressrosa into chaos, and Law ends up chained to the Heart Seat, where he meets the infamous Ice Queen that acts as Doflamingo's most valuable council...Only to learn, much to his surprise, that Hikari has been undermining the Donquixote Pirates the entire time as she frees him from the Sea Prism Stone cuffs.

Having followed the Straw Hats since their assault on Enies Lobby, Hikari knows to just point Luffy in the right direction and let him rip, revealing her Celestial Dragon powers to tag-team Doflamingo with Law while Luffy deals personally with Bellamy before taking over.

In the end, once Doflamingo has been defeated and everyone bandaged up, Hikari is ready to leave on her own when Luffy obliviously offers for her to join his crew instead of be alone.

(Law may be a little jealous he didn't ask fast enough.)

Or...

What if, at the end, Hikari is mentally sent back in time to make things right?

If things ended badly, a la of pop greens and tangerines (which I started and never finished, seriously great but broke me), Hikari regretted leading her loved ones into such a bloody fate and is thus sent back to when she was eight years old.

With Lily to think of, and knowing that her crew and allies are currently suffering through their childhood trauma, Hikari pulls the trigger on her plan a decade early, escaping with the slaves to Fishman Island...Where she meets JInbei, and tells him she's looking for the man that her mother's locket names Eddy. Jinbei, recognizing said locket and seeing her resemblance to a lost friend, then takes her to Whitebeard, who is devastated to learn his love is dead but accepts her daughter with open arms.

Hikari tells him about Rosinante, that he had tried to help her but is in danger saving another child, and they need to go save both of them. So Whitebeard goes with Marco and a whole ship of his men to Minion Island, where he gladly stomps Doflamingo's face into the ground for daring to think he could just buy his precious daughter with favors, and taking in a very confused Rosinante and wary Law, who remembers his 'past' life once Hikari hugs him in tears over seeing him dying from Amber Lead.

Using her memories of stories told by her crew, Hikari carefully leads Whitebeard around to gather the entire gaggle of children that would one day become the Supernova Alliance and their various family and/or friends like Kaya and Nojiko, with Luffy, Zoro and Kid all getting their memories back after Hikari touches them.

No one else ever seems to remember, but Whitebeard and his commanders catch on and get Hikari to tell them the truth, including about Fairy Tail and Luffy's Fruit. That's when the training starts in earnest, only interrupted by visits from Shanks (who was worried about Luffy and then blubbering over meeting his 'baby sister') and Garp (who initially got into a knock-out, drag-out fight with Whitebeard until Hikari disabuses him of the notion his grandsons would be safe as Marines) and even Sengoku (who comes off-duty just to make sure Rosinante is okay and meet his 'grandson').

Luffy decides to set out from Dawn Island as originally planned, and everything is different.

[26ja]

In Russian roulette chapter the game tells you to find out more about Hank - at which point you can go back to his bedroom of all things and find and read there the magazine about androids being amazing intimate partners.

And right after reading that Hank comes out wearing the clothes Connor choose for him with that damn smile and-

and now tell me what exactly did we find out about Hank.

[wouldntbehim]

mix: firstprince (taylor's version)