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toji-bunny-girl · 5 months

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CHARACTERS— Grinch!Toji Fushiguro x sexy goddess goofy fem!reader SUMMARY— The thief of Christmas joy, the thief of children's gifts, and this time, the thief of your boyfriend's slutty surprise. WORD COUNT— 3k+ CONTENT WARNING— slight angst, swearing, goofiness, smut, porn with plot, adultery, bondage, size difference, orgasm denial, NTR, spanking, fingering, blowjob, oral sex, no protection, noncon A/N— I wanna get fucked dumb by Toji too (hope yall don’t notice the obvious bias in smut between this and the other two Kinkmas fics 🤭 this man just makes me 100000x hornier)

“You sure you can breathe in there?” Miya questioned your sanity, a frown etched upon her face as she stared at the way you shifted on your knees, tied up with red ropes in a Santa lingerie.

“I mean, there’s a few small holes I made at the back,” you pointed with your eyes, an awkward laugh skipping out of your throat.

“You’re fucking insane, (Y/N),” your best friend sighed, shutting her eyes to take a rest from your ridiculous sight. “All this for what? You’re not even sure if Mr. Vanilla likes kinky aah shit like this.”

“Never back down never what…” you softly mumbled, trying to keep yourself focused on what you’ve prepared for your boyfriend this Christmas. He’d return home from work to find a giant ribboned box on his bed. Inside would be you, all tied up in your new erotic red lingerie.

You’ve managed to convince yourself that this was all a wonderful erotic surprise for Seiji. When in reality it was nothing but a catalyst to excite your sexual relationship with him. The thing is—your boyfriend is the most vanilla partner you’d ever have, while without his knowledge; you were the kinkiest slut your friends had ever known.

Throughout your 9 months of dating, sex was infrequent and soft. To put things truthfully, the act with your boyfriend is boring. You’ve tried encouraging him to be more experimental with you—to lightly chock you or even slap your ass when he’s fucking you. But he just couldn’t bring himself to do it, and maybe that’s part of the reason you fell for him.

He’s gentle and kind, ever so careful to handle you like you’re a fragile piece of art. Seiji was nothing like your past lovers, with him you learned true romance. With the price of your sexual satisfaction and ardour.

So this Christmas, you thought of a plan to surprise him—his sexy girlfriend all tied up for him to use however he wanted. It’s every man’s dream come true to have a fervid hottie on their bed. But when it comes to Seiji, you could never be sure of it; he’s different than the others but he’s your Seiji.

“What’s the time now,” you raised your eyebrows as Miya peeked at her phone screen.

“6:56.”

“How’s my makeup? How’s my hair?” you dubiously asked, needing everything to be perfect as if you had just popped out of a Playboy magazine.

“Very sexy,” Miya assured under her breath as she brushed a wild strand of hair away from your face. Her eyes scanned your face to spot any smudged makeup, “As always, so pretty.”

“Thank you so much, Miya. Once Seiji fucked the shit out of me and get me pregnant—I’m naming one of my kids after you,” you frivolously said, leaving the girl chuckling at your words.

“Alright, I have to leave before Vanilla Man comes back,” she checked the time once more before grabbing the lid of the giant box. “But I gotta give it to you, this shit is low-key weird but original.”

“Thanks for your compliment,” you grinned at your friend, before feeling the light over your head gone and replaced by darkness.

“Bye, (Y/N). Don’t die in there!” Miya’s voice muffled through the cardboard as she tapped the box goodbye. Silence ensued and soon, you heard the front door slam close.

Seiji had better not be home late if he didn’t want his prurient surprise to turn into a horror documentary on YouTube.

Your joints were starting to ache within a minute of waiting, the kneeling position you chose obviously backfired. Sure, the pose is cute and all—but is it worth the growing pain in your knees? If you’re getting absolutely ravished by tonight; then yes.

By the next few minutes, you began to lament about the choices you had made. Your knees hurt so bad it felt like someone was flaying their whip onto your skin, and you were busy chanting your mantra just to stop your tears from flowing out and ruining your hours-spent makeup.

Never back down never what…?

“Fuck it,” you cried, leaning your weight sideways against the cardboard just to lessen the burden on your joints. But as much as you regretted everything, the box toppled to the side along with your body. “Shit! Oh my god, what the fuck do I do?! Help!”

You tried to wriggle yourself out of the giant box but with your limbs bounded tight, you could do nothing but writhe like a worm. You must’ve looked like a clown.

Then, you heard it. The soft shutting of the door and the floorboard slightly creaked with footsteps. Though, each stride seemed to be a thump—were Seiji’s feet ever so heavy?

But you don’t ruminate over that, you have a bigger problem on your hands right then. Your boyfriend was going to walk in on you awkwardly lying on your side, what seemed to be a lewd surprise became a scene of embarrassment; you looked as if you were kidnapped and tied up, and it wasn’t in any sensual form you desired.

The bedroom door creaked open and your pulse began thumping fast in your ears. You could feel your face scorching into scarlet red, and you squeezed your lips shut, trying not to make a sound. Perhaps you were drunk off the hot embarrassment, you thought perhaps if you were silent enough, he wouldn’t notice the giant Christmas-themed box sitting in the middle of his bed, right?

Then you felt yourself being hoisted up into the air, and confusion struck your being. What was Seiji doing? Did he know about you hiding inside the box? Now was he fooling around with you?

“Seiji…?” you softly mumbled, and you were met with long silence as a reply. What exactly was going on? Feeling yourself put down on the wooden floor, you heard shuffling before you were propelled backwards from a harsh kick. “Hey!”

This wasn’t Seiji. Never was he one to ever act so rashly upon anyone or anything. And your skin began to crawl with a newfound fear. If a burglar were to find you helpless and unable to defend yourself…you were lucid with what could happen to you.

Fuck, man. You internally cursed, God was obviously making fun of your dumb little idea. Fuck the originality, you wanted out more than anything.

“One of ya’ fairies stuck in there?” the stranger spoke gravelly, his voice gruff like the rough bark of trees. Then he let out a deep laugh, slamming a palm atop the box. “You guys should start tellin’ Santa he can’t be throwin’ all the hard jobs to the tiny elves and fairies.”

The lid of the box lifted open and you squeezed your eyes shut from the sudden prickling exposure of bright rays. Slowly, your sight adjusted to the light and you peeked your eyelids open to look at the intruder.

A Christmas suit, and a marked face of animosity—the male squatted over your tied form with a look of uncongenial nonchalance. “Not a fairy…nor an elf. A human?”

“No shit, you crazy bitch. My boyfriend’s coming back any second now, and he’d beat the shit out of you!” you tried to daunt the stranger, though with a single look at him—you knew it was improbable that Seiji could take on this guy.

“You can see me?” he sounded amused, hands slightly waving around his sides.

“What do you mean ‘I can see you’? You’re a ghost or something?”

“Not quite,” he sighed, and you could smell burnt tobacco from his breath. “You ever heard of the Grinch?”

“Yeah…?”

“Well, turns out Christmas isn’t fake,” you stared as he gave you a slight smirk, the dark scar down his lips rising.

“And you’re telling me you’re ‘grinch’?” your eyes narrowed, scepticism in your features.

“Smart girl.”

“When really, you’re breaking into people’s houses and trying to convince them you’re a Christmas character whenever you’re caught red-handed.”

“Mm, yer’ ain’t wrong,” his eyes wandered to the side.

“That makes you a burglar, man.”

“One that no one can see… except for you’,” his eyebrows drew closer into a frown. “How odd.” His features shifted all of a sudden, and he relaxed into a sigh. “Fairy dust?”

“What?”

“This,” he pointed at the glitter on your eyelids.

“Oh, this? I found them on my dressing table so I thought why not,” you shrugged, rendering the hulking male to crack into a chuckle of disbelief.

“These are fairy dusts. The fairies leave them the night before Christmas to spread joy and wonders to people, ya’ get me? Anyone who touches ‘em would be able to see us,” he spoke apathetically. “And my job…” his hand reached out towards you, thumb swiping over your eyelid, “is to steal these.”

“My makeup!” you shouted, trying to wriggle yourself away from him. “I spent 2 hours doing them!”

“Why would ‘cha put random glitter on yer’ eyes anyway,” he retorted, grabbing your much smaller face with his large hand and using the other to wipe the fairy dust off of your skin.

“I hate you, bitch!”

“The name’s Toji, sweetheart,” he purred, the lowest cadence of his voice scratching the itch in your eardrums. Your eyebrows knitted into a glare, trying to mask the dark heat on your cheeks with that lour look of yours.

“You’ve got your stupid ‘fairy dust’ now. Happy?”

“Nope.”

“What more do you want?!”

“I haven’t picked a present to steal yet…” something in his eyes coruscate, a sharp ray of emerald green hared by in volant flash. In that moment, you could feel something stormy, so wild and barbaric in him—something you’ve missed since Seiji.

“I-I’ve got nothing here,” you huffed, stammering over your words as you shifted your gaze away.

“Ain’t you one?” his eyes raked over your figure, cleavage pushed up for view, and soft thighs presented like a toy. You felt naked underneath him; and for for some reason your nipples began to perk against the thin fabric of the scarlet red lingerie, panties beginning to dampen with arousal.

This man looked like a good fuck—and boy did your body needed one. Your lips paused open to say something, but you were simply cut off by a sudden shock when you felt your body lifted into the air once more. Toji was carrying all your weight with a hefty arm, pulling you out of the box and settling you onto the floor.

“Gee, thanks. Shit was starting to feel claustrophobic,” you never knew you were holding so much breath in when the male began to untie the ropes that held you. To be more specific, the ropes around your body except your hands. “Think you missed a spot, buddy.”

“Didn’t miss it,” he stood, watching as your legs wearily crumbled onto the ground. “Never intended to free ya’.”

You raised a brow, tilting your head upwards to look at him. And now from your height, you’d never imagine the male to be this huge. Even through his clothes, you could visibly spot the bulking muscles underneath, and the undeniable bulge in his pants.

Toji let out a low chuckle when he caught your eyes, showing the whites of your orbs as you stared; your tongue wet from salivating what could be under those stupid Christmas pants, a quiet gulp as your clit throbbed.

“Like what ‘cha lookin’ at?” his hot palm rested over your head, slightly messing up your hair but you couldn't care less anymore. His thumb tucked down all the restraint over his cock, and the sight of it made your breath hitched.

Dark tip with a prominent vein running down the bottom of his shaft, your lips almost instinctively opened to fit what you could into your mouth.

“Good girl,” he grinned, feeling the way your saliva coat his cock, tongue flickering and flattening against his throbbing tip. You gently stuffed your mouth with his member, before hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head around his length.

Toji sharply sucked the air through his teeth, one hand fisting your hair and the other pumping the part of his shaft where you couldn’t reach.

“Such a fuckin’ slut,” he groaned under his breath, peering down at the way your eyes closed shut in silent contentment, slowly inching more of him through your lips until his tip was bumping against the wall of your throat.

You threw your head back after gagging a while on his cock, a string of saliva connecting his member with your tongue. Your jaw was getting sore and you had to take a quick breather until you were forced down again by Toji’s palm.

“Didn’t say you could stop,” he spat, thrusting his hips forward and stuffing your throat full of him. He was so big, too much to handle and tears began to well around your eyes; yet you’re moaning to the thought of his size, how it’ll just reach perfectly deep in your hole.

“Mmhp!” you whined, muffled by his member but Toji didn’t pause until after a few long, deep pushes into your swollen throat. Stuffing your mouth full of his cum, leaking out from the edges of your aching lips.

You spat his semen onto the ground before he grabbed you up onto the bed, spreading your thighs open with his breath still unstable from his previous ejaculation. “Fuckin’ whore,” he laughed, a thick thumb rubbing over your pulsing panty-covered clit. “Suckin’ dick got ‘cha wet?”

“Speak for yourself,” you breathed, “staring at my body got you hard?”

“How ‘bout you fill that mouth with my name instead of yer’ smart words?” his eyes were like green gems under shades; dark, sensual emerald. Slipping your panty off, Toji clicked his tongue when his eyes settled upon your glisteningly wet pussy, a smirk riding the edge of his mouth up.

You let in a sharp inhale when he stuffed two thick fingers into your cunt, your essence already coating his digits within a few pumps, the calloused skin of his fingers spurring on tingles in your pussy walls. He was a maven with his hands, fingers ably searching for the spongey spot inside of you, long enough to reach where you couldn’t—nor Seiji.

Seiji. Your mind began to plague with guilt for your poor boyfriend, you didn’t want to do him wrong but fuck—you just couldn’t stop when Toji had your sweet spot; rubbing over your clenching walls with a thumb busy swiping over your swollen clit.

Your pussy tightened around his digits as you cried for release, moans and whines filled the room as you buckled your hips. But as much as you wanted it, Toji refused to lead you through; a raffish smirk on his face as you swore at him.

“I was about to cum, asshole!” you gasped, visibly annoyed with the frown on your face. You raised a leg to facetiously kick him, but he caught your ankle in his grasp before dragging your body closer to him.

“Didn’t catch ‘cha beggin’,” a deep chuckle rumbled out of his lungs as his hands trailed up your thighs.

“I don’t beg for nothing,” you tried to play bratty.

“Oh, yea?” your body jumped up when he slapped the tip of heavy cock against your clit, your eyes seemingly dripping with desperation over your mask of a twisted frown. You wanted him inside of you so bad, and he could see it right through you.

Slipping a few inches his member into your folds, you could feel your cunt burn from the stretch, gripping onto his girth as he slowly forced himself in.

“Shit—” Toji swore under his breath, watching the way your pussy sucked him in, needy for him to fill your insides. You let out an exhale when his cock brushed over your sweet spots, your abdomen tingling when he reached deep.

He placed his arms on both sides of your head, hovering over your body with his, hips thrusting in and out of you. You could feel his warmth radiating towards yours, heating up your cheeks as you blinked up at him. His head dipped down to kiss you, sucking on your lips before sinking his teeth down, a hand slipping up to rest on your throat.

Your face began to turn red as he tightened his grip on your neck, his pace starting to roughen, the bed frame hitting against the wall so hard you doubted it wouldn't leave a mark. Your head was starting to get light, eyes blanking out with each blink and you could see stars popping in your sight.

You clenched your teeth as you shut your eyes, focusing on the pleasure building up in your womb, hugging Toji close with your thighs.

Just a little more, you thought as you peered down at where the two of you connected, his cock disappearing down your pussy and slipping out. Instead of filling your cunt with his length again, he let his hands hugged his girth, jerking himself off in front of you.

“Haah—fuck!” you swore, biting down your lower lip. “I was close, again!”

“What d’ya say?”

“Need your cock, please?” you cried, tired of the second orgasm he refused for you, and you were met with Toji manhandling you onto your knees, glistening cunt for his view as he stuffed a finger into your folds, teasing you with light stimulation.

That was until your phone buzzed with a new notification from your boyfriend, panic set in your being as you stared at your phone.

Sorry I’ll be a little late home, I had a quick meeting with the team :/ Don’t worry tho I just got out of the station. On the way home rn :) Miss you!

“W-Wait! My boyfriend’s coming back…!” you tried to crawl away from him, but it was all in obvious futility as he held your hips, sinking his throbbing cock into your needy pussy.

“Shut yer’ mouth up and cum for me. Would ‘cha, pretty girl?” he groaned into your ear, his fingers sunk into your cheeks as he gripped onto your face, hips fucking deep into your sloppy cunt and fat tip kissing your cervix.

Your nerves were dancing upon fire, and you could do nothing but roll your eyes to the back of your head, your lips pausing open in pleasure as you let out croaked moans. Toji’s hips were positioning harder in and out of your sore pussy, his fingers swiping fast against your clit.

He could feel your walls clenching tighter than ever around him, and he shoved your head into the bedsheets to muffle out your screams, your bounded hands fighting against the restraints, and your back arching down towards the bed.

With his cock brushing over your G-spot and hitting your cervix for the nth time, your essence came squirting out of your core. You were silent for a second, sent to a heaven of pure ecstasy and your body twitched in pleasure you had never felt before.

Toji was still busy chasing his own high, simply using you as a fucktoy to be roughened up however he wanted—disregarding your overstimulated cunt and continuing to shove his cock into you. You could hear his groans starting to grow louder, feel his hips fastened and soon, warm spurts of thick cum filled your womb.

Your thighs shook in overstimulation as your whole weight fell onto the bed; sweat sticking your lingerie onto your skin and the bedsheets dirtied with your makeup. Toji had ruined you as he fucked, yet you’ve never found such contentment in sex.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he whispered, pasting a kiss onto your drooling lips, watching in satisfaction as your eyes blanked out from the fucking. “Tell yer’ lil’ boyfriend I said welcome.”

“(Y/N), I’m home!”

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yournowheregirl · 1 year

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Eddie used to be a pretty fearless person.

He ran red lights almost on the daily, provoked his bullies while his bruises from the last run-in were still healing and agreed to shady drug deals in the dead of night.

Having a kid changed all that.

As soon as Hayley was born, Eddie found himself riddled with anxiety every waking moment of the day. Scared to drop her, scared she’d get sick, scared she’d break something, scared that someone’d take her from the playground if he looked away for just one second. Even Wayne had to pry Hayley out of his arms when he had to go back to work and assure him that everything would be fine.

Lucky for Eddie, none of those fears ever came true. Until today.

They’d just gone through Hayley’s night time routine - reading a chapter of that Narnia book Jeff had gotten her, singing her good night song together, kissing her forehead and sharing I love you's - and Eddie’s about to close her bedroom door when Hayley’s squeaky voice suddenly speaks up.

“Dad?”

“Yeah, sweet pea?”

“I wanna join the soccer team.”

And just like that, with six little words, one of Eddie’s personal horrors suddenly becomes a reality.

His daughter is a jock.

“Uh, let’s… let’s talk about that in the morning, okay? Sleep tight!” Eddie says quickly and closes the door behind him.

As soon as he knows Hayley’s fast asleep, he dials one of the two numbers he knows by heart.

“Hello?"

“What have you done to my daughter?” Eddie seethes.

“Well, hi to you too, Eddie.” Chrissy says on the other side of the line. “What’s up?”

“Hayley wants to join the soccer team and it’s all your fault, Chris!” Eddie is pacing up and down his living room now, trying to calm himself down without reaching for his cigarettes - he quit when Hayley was born and this is not going to be the reason that’ll end his seven year streak.

“And how is that my fault, exactly?”

“You- you have poisoned her mind with your jock ways! Hayley isn’t a jock! She likes dragons and castles and fantasy worlds, as is her right as my daughter. I mean, her middle name is Arwen for fuck’s sake, being a nerd is in her goddamn DNA!”

“Okay, Eddie, breathe.” Chrissy says calmly. “Hayley’s always been a curious kid, it’s in her nature. She always wants to try new things and then move on to the next big thing. Remember how she wanted to become a drummer after she saw Gareth play? And then she abandoned the drum kit after two weeks?”

“Right.”

“Maybe this is just another phase, maybe she overheard some classmates and wanted to join in on the fun.” Chrissy says. “Just take her to try outs and see what happens, there’s always a chance she doesn’t like it.”

Eddie lets himself fall onto the couch. He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs in defeat. “Fuck, you’re right.”

“I’m always right, Eddie, how have you not learned this yet?” Chrissy giggles.

Which is how Eddie finds himself waking up at the crack of dawn that next Saturday. Well, he was supposed to sleep in for another thirty minutes or so but Hayley was so excited about try-outs that her high pitched screams and jumping on his bed woke him up regardless.

Hayley’s excitement carries on during breakfast and she barely keeps still as Eddie braids her hair. She’s even dead serious about the color of her hair ties, saying that they have to match the colors of the soccer team (aptly named the Purple Cobras, so obviously the hair ties have to be purple as well).

And any other morning, Eddie is trailing behind his daughter, making sure she hurries up so they’ll get to school on time, but not today. Now, she’s already got her coat on and bouncing from one foot to another in the hallway and calling him out instead.

“Dad, come on!” Hayley whines. “We’re gonna be late.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Eddie huffs as he puts on his trusty leather jacket - if he’s gonna freeze his balls off by being outside all morning, at least he’s gonna do it in style. He can’t help but laugh at Hayley, who’s now jumping up and down from excitement. “Geez, you better save some energy for the try-outs.”

“Can we go now?” Hayley sighs and scrunches her nose in annoyance and yeah, she really is his kid.

“One ride in the Munson Mobile, coming right up!”

Hayley doesn’t shut up about the intricacies of soccer the entire drive to the local soccer club, apparently Chrissy (the traitor) had helped her read up on the rules and now obviously Eddie had to know all about them as well.

Half of what Hayley’s saying flies over his head, partly because he’s never really cared for sports but mostly because he can feel his anxiety growing with every passing second.

What if Hayley gets injured? What if some tackles her and she breaks her leg? Or worse?

What if she is an amazing player and she needs all these fancy soccer supplies and training clinics and Eddie’s forced to get another job to just to keep them afloat?

What if she’s weak at sports, just like Eddie was while growing up, and all the other kids will make fun of her and laugh behind her back?

What if-

“Dad, look, we’re here!”

The van barely comes to a screeching halt and Hayley’s already halfway out the door when Eddie grabs her by the collar and pulls her back into her seat. This obviously annoys Hayley, judging by the furious look on her face. If Eddie was a weaker man, he would’ve cowered in fear, but he invented that look so he barely feels a thing.

“Sweet pea, listen to your dear old dad for a minute, alright?” Eddie says softly. “I know you really wanna be on the soccer team but it’s still okay if you don’t make the team, you know that right? I won’t love you any less if you don’t make it or you don’t like it, just try your best, okay?”

Hayley’s face turns serious, as if the words are slowly sinking in. “Okay.”

“Pinky promise?” Eddie asks, holding out his pinky finger. Within a split second, Hayley’s tiny finger links around him and she sends him a toothy smile.

“Pinky promise.”

“C’mon, let’s kick these kids’ butts!”

Hayley giggles. “You’re supposed to kick the ball, dad.”

“Oh, right, silly me.” Eddie grins and follows his daughter outside.

But right as his anxiety has died down, it comes flooding right back as soon as Eddie lays eyes on the soccer field. There are so many kids. So many balls being kicked at full speed, with no time to duck. So many sneering soccer moms who look at him like he’s the devil incarnate. So many dangers just waiting around the corner and Eddie just want to turn on his heel and run. Hayley’s inevitable temper tantrum be damned, at least she’ll be in one piece and-

“Hayley Arwen Munson?”

Both Eddie and Hayley whip their heads around at the same time, only to be greeted by one of the coaches and shit- Eddie’s suddenly very interested in soccer.

With a chiseled jaw, soft hazel eyes and broad shoulders, the coach looks like he belongs in a Calvin Klein ad rather than a little league soccer field. He’s wearing a wind breaker, white knee socks and bright purple shorts (that cling deliciously tight around his thighs), which shouldn’t work on him but it does and Eddie just can’t look away.

Hayley (thankfully) doesn’t seem to notice his inner turmoil and instead happily waves at Hot Coach. “Over here!”

The coach writes something on the clipboard and walks towards them, crouching down in front of Hayley. “Hi Hayley, I’m coach Steve, nice to meet you. You here to try out for the soccer team?”

“Yes!” Hayley replies brightly.

“Well good, you can say hi to coach Robin and the other girls and I’ll be there in a sec, okay?”

“Okay.” Hayley nods and turns to Eddie. “Bye dad!”

“Hold up, hold up, hold up.” Eddie says quickly, once again grabbing the back of her t-shirt to keep her from running off. He kneels down in front of her, trying to look her in the eye. “Be careful, okay, baby? And if you don’t like it you can just yell and I come and get you, no questions asked. And if your laces get loose, you can yell too, literally if anything goes wrong you can-”

“Dad…” Hayley interrupts him and puts her tiny hand onto his shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Eddie laughs and ducks his head. God, this is like kindergarten all over again, when Hayley just skipped to Miss Coleman without a care in the world and Eddie was sobbing into Wayne’s shoulder as he watched her go.

“I know it will be, sweet pea.” Eddie says softly, pressing a kiss to Hayley’s forehead. She takes that as her cue to go, skipping across the field towards the gaggle of girls that surround another one of the coaches.

Eddie feels his heart burst as he sees Hayley smiling as she greets the other girls, she seems to fit right in. He sighs deeply and stands up, trying to keep his eyes on Hayley, when a voice suddenly speaks up.

“Arwen.”

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie yelps because shit, he totally forgot that Coach Steve was still there as well. “Yeah, she’s named Arwen. What about it?"

Eddie wants to eat his foot as soon as he utters the words. He’s always been defensive when it comes to Hayley, being a single dad who doesn’t look like your standard suburban dad next door will do that to you. But to do it in front of a cute guy like that? It makes him want to kick himself. Repeatedly.

But much to his surprise, Steve doesn’t seem to mind all that much. In fact, there’s an amused smile playing on his lips. “That’s from Lord of the Rings, right?”

“Uh, yeah.” Eddie replies dumbly. He feels his walls lowering down - holy shit, this Steve guy is hot and he knows Lord of the Rings? If they weren’t around a bunch of kids right now, Eddie would’ve dropped to his knees already.

“Cute.” Steve chuckles and are Eddie’s eyes deceiving him or is Steve actually checking him out? Before he gets a chance to wrap his head around all that, Steve gestures back to the field. “Well, I gotta jet. Soccer waits for no one. See you around, Mr. Munson.”

“Ew, no. Mr. Munson is my dad.” Eddie winces, remembering all the times his neighbor growing up came by to help Wayne out and refuses to call him by his first name. “I’m Eddie.”

“Well then,” Steve smirks as he walks backwards. “see you around, Eddie.”

As Eddie tries to look like a normal human being instead of a total creep - which proves to be terribly difficult when Steve turns around and puts his ass on fully display in those damn shorts - he slowly begins to realize one thing.

Maybe Hayley’s decision to join the soccer team is the best idea she had in a long time.

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #dad!eddie munson #throws this at you and runs away #LOOK I JUST THINK EDDIE WOULD BE A VERY CODDLING DAD OKAY #like that one post said #he went to wayne munson's school for coddling children #anyway.... here you go

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whereserpentswalk · 3 months

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There's a fallen angel in one of your college classes she's extremely obvious about it even though she claims to be a human. You can tell from the way she's always trying to hide the scars where her wings used to be, the slender yet muscular body type she has tears clearly angelic, and the fact that her body is entirely sexless despite her desire to he seen as female, the slightly sad image of a dress wrapped around her flat chest being the first thing people see of her.

Most people are afraid of her. They've heard of the horrors that fallen angels who've gone to the underworld have committed, the things that they've turned into. They assume the worst, treat her like a dog off it's leash. Nobody actually says anything, but they avoid her, get afraid if she seems to angry, or even just too excited. The professors are strict with her, and the students stay away from her. You hear people saying they're worried she's going to hurt or seduce them when she seems to just be doing normal, if a bit awkward things, like they assume she's the demon they fear she is. Even the undead, the werewolves and the wizards who go to your school are a bit afraid of her.

Eventually she asks you for help with homework. She's so afraid when she asks, she says you seem like the nicest person in the class. But still she's afraid you'll hurt her, or mabye she's afraid she'll hurt you. You have to reassure her a bit, but you help her, step by step. She's so afraid whenever she fails something that she's as worthless as she was told the fallen were, or that someone's going to punish her the same way the other angels would have for a mistake. But she's smart, even if she hasn't had the background to know a lot of things her human classmates know.

You decide to bring her when you hang out with some other freinds. You're just walking through the city streets that are near your campus, it's not that big a deal for most of you, but it is to her. She's never really explored a human city before, and getting to do normal things like this is kind of new to her. Everyone knows what she is, but after a few minutes of just existing with her it stops being the focus. And she seems to happy to just be treated as a normal girl.

There's so much she hasn't experienced before. When you walk by a toystore she's weirdly interested in it, and ends up buying a plush there while almost everyone but you and her and too embarrassed to go inside. She was never a child, so it seems like it's comforting to her to get to enjoy something like this when she didn't get a chance to normally.

But mostly she just seems to enjoy being talked to and looked at like a normal person, without being the focus. Her face lights up when someone compliments her hair, angels are called beautiful a lot but they're never called pretty, they're never someone someone wants to be like. She's so excited to swipe her card just to take the subway with you, and she seems so comforted when being hugged goodbye by you, you think this might be the first time she's been hugged in the thousands of years she's existed.

When you're texting with her later you end up venting about your landlord, he really suck, not allowing overnight guests or pets and the like, and having raised your rent by a lot this year. She becomes really upset learning landlords exist at all, and asks you for his name before saying goodbye.

When you next hear from your landlord he's afraid of something, and agrees to remove all the rules your complained to your fallen angel freind about, and lower your rent. You have a feeling your freind did something.

When you talk to your fallen angel freind to compliment her she seems upset with herself. She was always told she'd hurt a mortal and now she has. You explain to her that that's not always a bad thing, that she saved you, as much as she would have saved you if she caught you falling off a building. You explain to her that just because she's powerful, and nobody controls her, doesn't mean that that power is evil. Even when she makes people afraid, she's still a being of good, it's why she fell in the first place.

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mac-cheez · 28 days

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My Guide to Surviving the Waynes

This has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I finally finished the ending!! Don't expect an update soon I have no idea when the fancy will strike again and the TMA brain rot is real rn.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2

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Dear Diary,

I was wrong. SO WRONG. You’d think rich people, especially adopted rich people, would be at least a little sane, but no, they’re not and I have no idea how to deal. It’s only been a couple days since my last entry and so much has happened. So here’s what I’ve learned:

Let’s start with the first incident that happened roughly 10 min after my last entry. I had just finished when Tim offered to meet me in the coffee shop outside of the library (he was picking me up from campus)(Alfred was busy). When I walked in I saw him about to order and walked to the side to wait. He looked at the menu for roughly 0.2 sec before looking the barista dead in the eye saying “I’ll have a Vanilla Cold Brew with seven shots of espresso.”

The barista laughed and joked “Damn you want some cocaine with that?” Then he just said, “Sure that too.” and fucking walked away? He didn’t even give his name he just paid and went straight to the pickup area. The most concerning part of that story is that they fucking did it! And he drank the whole goddamn thing without batting an eye! I was highly concerned for his well-being the entire drive home. (I really need to talk to Mr. Wayne about a rental)

What’s even weirder is when we walked into the manor Dick was just hanging from the chandelier. It was sans rope and more acrobatic, but still concerning considering how tall the ceiling was. I’m still not entirely sure how he got up there, but I just walked away hoping to find my sanity once again.

The rest of the day went relatively smoothly with the normal amount of yelling and death threats (still can’t believe this is reality). The next day something actually nice happened while I was off from college and heading to the kitchen for lunch. It was a Friday so most of the house was either at work or school, and it was pretty quiet (thank god). When I walked in one of the others was in there cooking already (Jason I think?). I decided on a sandwich since he was currently using the stove and it was going smoothly till I got to the pickle jar. For whatever reason that thing was tight as hell and was going nowhere. He looked at me and after my fifth try (and many curse words) he held out his hand. I handed the jar to him, and he opened it without trouble.

“I loosened it,” I said trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Uh-huh,” he said distractedly. We sat in awkward silence till I noticed one of the books from the library on the counter. It was Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Sign Of The Four. I asked if he was reading it and he said yes. I asked him if he’s gotten to the twist yet and he looked at me puzzled.

“You’ve read The Sign Of The Four?”

“Yeah, not my favorite Sherlock Holmes Novel, but still good nonetheless,” I said not paying attention, “Are you reading unabridged or abridged?”

“Unabridged,” he said, “you into the classics?”

“Totally, I love a good Victorian mystery or gothic horror novel,” I replied.

“You?” I asked.

“More of a Jane Austen fan myself, but I can respect those choices,” he said thoughtfully.

“I’ve never read her works, but if I have a chance I wouldn’t mind trying,” I said. He looked up at me somewhere between excitement and bewilderment.

“Would you like some recommendations?” He said cautiously. I said sure, and he immediately went into a long speech about Jane Austen and her novels. By the time he was done my sandwich and his ramen were long gone. By the end, I had a list of books to read and a new reading buddy to rant about books to. We’ve hung out intermittently since then, and honestly, it was the sanest thing I did all week. However the sanity didn’t last long.

Many other incidents (too many to write) all culminated in this afternoon, when I finally caved and decided if this was my life, it might as well be documented for (at the very least) the enjoyment of others. It was fairly quiet (first clue) and my morning class had been canceled so I was just sitting in the living room doing some work. Everyone else was out and I was about to leave for my 2:30 class when suddenly someone smashed through the window and a smoke bomb was thrown. I honestly thought it was Tim or Jason being weird again, but then the smoke cleared and there was just a bunch of dudes in Green suits with question marks. They looked around and saw me pretty quickly and immediately pointed whatever weapons they had at me. Eventually, some other ones came in the room and said the house was empty and “Wayne is nowhere to be found.” They started arguing till they finally concluded that if none of the Wayne’s were here, I must be the next best thing. Honestly, I can’t even blame them, and at this point I just let it happen.

They put a bag over my head and put me over the strongest one’s shoulder. I was in a car for about an hour before I was potato sack’d again. Once I was placed down, the bag was taken off my head, and I saw that I was in an abandoned-looking warehouse. I saw some more of the brightly clothed men off to the side arguing, one looking even more ridiculous than the others. The extra ridiculous one finally gave up talking to the others(henchmen maybe?) and walked (more like strutted) over to address me.

“Hello guest of Wayne, may I ask your name?” He asked rhyming for some weird ass reason.

“Vic?”

“Ah yes but what is it’s whole, for a half shall not know?” He said lilting his voice… ‘whimsically’?

“What?”

“Your designation that all might know.”

I just continued looking at him with apparent confusion not knowing what the hell is going on. After a minute he hung his head and spoke normally.

“What is your full name?” He sighed.

“Oh! Victoria Blanc,” I said.

“Ah! And what is your relation to the name of Wayne?” He said trying again with the talking in circles bull.

“Look dude usually I could appreciate….. Whatever it is that's happening, but I’ve had one hell of a week so…….”

“Oh come now it couldn’t have been that bad.” He said dismissively.

“Alright bet! You might wanna sit down this is gonna take a minute.”

Once he sat I started explaining everything that had happened since I’d moved to Gotham. As I was explaining more and more of the “henchmen” started joining the crowd.

“He chased him through the manor with a sword?” Riddler asked (at least that's what one of the others called him).

“Yeah, and apparently this is a normal phenomenon,” I said exasperated.

“And here I thought I was crazy.”

“Oh, no this is probably the most sane thing that's happened to me all week,” I said hand waving (They untied me after a while)(I asked nicely).

I was about to continue when suddenly three figures jumped down and got into fighting positions.

“Let her go Riddler!” Said the one in Black and blue(and maybe a bird?)

“Oh, she was free to leave a while ago.” He said casually to the masked people.

“What?” said the one in red.

“Yeah, we even offered to get her away from that mad house,” said Bob.

“Mad House?”

“Yes, it's almost criminal how they act in that house, you bats should really get on that,” ‘Riddler’ said chidingly.

I didn't really understand why he called them bats since they all looked bird-themed but I didn't bring it up because honestly, weirder things have happened at this point. They agreed to look into it, albeit very confused(and almost offended), and said they still needed to take me back.

“Fine,” ‘Riddler’ sighed heavily, “ but Vic, sweetie, if you need somewhere safe to stay in Gotham I have plenty of friends who will keep you safe while you finish your degree.”

“Yeah, kinda tempting, but I don't think my parents would like that very much, and they are paying for it so…….”

“Very well, offer stands in perpetuity, to Arkham yes?”

“You're not gonna ask a riddle or…..” said the one in red and black.

“Usually I would but honestly I’m far too concerned right now to care.”

After that, they handcuffed him and the other goons (kinda unfair but i guess they did kidnap me) and walked me out to one of the police cars so I could go back to the manor. They offered to drive me but I've seen enough motorcycle crash scene pictures to put the fear of God (thy name is friction) in me. When I got back Mr. Wayne was in the foyer with Alfred and immediately came over to make sure I was ok.

“Yeah, I'm fine Mr. Wayne, honestly I’m more worried about the class I missed than the kidnapping,” I explained.

He seemed concerned by that but had a phone call right after that he needed to take. Alfred walked me to my room (I think to make sure I wasn't concussed) and I just kinda went back to writing and here we are. Can't wait to see what fresh hell awaits me in the coming week……….. Maybe I should've taken Riddler up on that offer.

#My Guide to Surviving the Waynes #batman #ao3 fanfic #my posts #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #red robin #dc comics #fanfic #alfred pennyworth #dc riddler #edward nygma

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badsongpetey · 19 days

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The Water Guardian (aka Cryptid Keith AU) Part 8

And so Lance falls into an easy pattern with his new cryptid friend. Every week he brings books to an eagerly awaiting Keith, and steadily the conversations between them become less and less strained. Lance has discovered that he and Keith share similar tastes. Keith loves graphic novels, and in addition to adventure and fantasy stories, has a penchant for horror. The scary monster in the haunted waterfall loves horror, go figure.

Lance would be lying if he hadn’t hoped to get Keith to open up more about his mysterious past, because what’s the fun of having a supernatural friend without learning his cosmic secrets, right? But as the weeks turn to months, Keith remains as reluctant as ever to broach the subject. And strangely, Lance finds himself minding less and less.

Keith, contrary to first impressions, is actually funny. Okay, his sense of humor is definitely an acquired taste, but it’s there, and he frequently has Lance laughing out loud. And stranger still, Keith is just fun to hang out with. He’s smart, and creative, and passionate about the things he cares for. Sure, he’s still stubborn and annoying and almost ridiculously oblivious at times, but in a ways that challenge Lance to be better instead of frustrating him.

Introducing Keith to more modern stories has also opened up a world of questions for the dragon. Every week he hounds Lance for answers: What’s the internet? What’s a TV show? And why do people binge eat them on streams? These are tough to answer as the area where Keith lives is the deadest of dead zones, a fact Lance attributes more to Keith himself than any feature of technology or geography.

In return for Lance’s knowledge, Keith shows him his world. Lance learns secrets of the forest; meets a host of wild animals — some friendlier than others, stupid chipmunks; and is dazzled with dragon magic tricks.

They swim, and hike, and make up stupid challenges to see who can best the other. He even hatches a scheme to camp out and surprise Keith with his first ever movie night. Keith’s face, transfixed as he watches some of Lance’s favorite flicks on his laptop, is something Lance finds far more compelling than the movies themselves. Somewhere along the line, without being fully aware of it, Lance realizes that Keith has gone from being a friend in name only, to one of his best friends.

And speaking of best friends, it crosses his mind more than once that he’s never invited them to come visit Keith. Hunk really should get to meet the dragon he thought was going to eat them, he knows Hunk and Keith would be good friends. And Pidge would be maniacal with glee over the discovery of a whole new species. On second thought, maybe keeping Pidge away is for the best. Keith might actually be forced to eat them in self defense.

Lance tells himself that he’ll introduce them when the time is right, but truth is, he likes having Keith’s friendship to himself. And he tries his best to ignore the weird little flutter thing that his heart does when Keith comes bounding out of the woods like an excited puppy to greet him. Who wouldn’t be excited to have a magical being for a secret friend, right? Of course right, there’s no other explanation.

“Are there any other dragons?” Lance asks one afternoon as they lay sunning themselves on the warm rocks after a swim.

When he’s met with silence, he looks over at Keith unmoving on the rocks beside to him.

“I was just thinking, you know, there must be more dragons out there, besides you and your parents. Maybe, you’ve run into them?” Lance elaborates.

Keith is still quiet, and Lance is about to chalk this one up to things they don’t talk about when…

“I don’t know. I’ve never left my waters.”

Lance sits up. “You’ve never left?” He asks incredulously. “Not once in a century? You’ve just been here all alone?”

Keith is sitting now too, and his brow furrows in response.

“Look,” Lance sighs, “I know there are things you don’t want to discuss, but… I dunno, I worry about you, here all alone.”

“I’m not alone, I have you.”

“And I’m incredible, I know. I mean, you’re not gonna find better than me, human or dragon, that’s a given.” Lance replies over the soft sound of Keith’s scoffs. “But I’m still just one guy, and, well, aren’t you curious? At all?”

Keith frowns and looks away, his established way of shutting down a conversation.

Lance huffs in frustration. “Keith, part of being friends is talking about stuff. Friends talk. They care about each other and help each other, and trust each other. I’m just hoping that maybe you trust me.”

Lance stares at the back of Keith’s head and wonders if he just ruined a friendship and not merely a perfectly nice afternoon. But he’s reached a point with Keith where he wants more. He can’t keep walking on eggshells whenever the subject of Keith’s past comes up, and he’s at a loss about what else he can do.

“My mom, before she… passed… she made me promise to never leave here. To never look for any others. She said it was too dangerous. And it’s been hard, but it was the only thing she asked of me.” Keith’s voice quavers as he replies.

“Keith, I… I’m so sorry, but she couldn’t have wanted you to be all alone for so long…”

“You don’t understand!” Keith snaps, turning around, eyes filling with tears, cutting Lance off mid-sentence.

“Dragons don’t just take care of a body of water, we’re bound to it. A water dragon cannot be, cannot exist, without this bond. My mom came here when she was still pregnant with me. She never told me where she’d come from, only that she came here to protect me. Her magic was strong and she was able to sever her old bond and forge a new one here.”

Lance sits slack-jawed and stunned as the story comes pouring out of Keith.

“Normally, when a young dragon comes of age they find their own place, their own bond. But, I couldn’t go…” Keith hiccups out a sob, “I couldn’t leave, and she couldn’t leave, and… and… she gave her bond to me. She gave it up so I could live. And she… she…”

Keith’s voice breaks as he cries and Lance is moving before he even decides to. He wraps himself around his friend and Keith just collapses in his arms, releasing a grief held for longer than Lance can imagine.

“I’m here now.” He whispers into Keith’s hair. “I’m here and I won’t let you be alone ever again.” He promises. And Lance never breaks a promise.

#klance #voltron #keith kogane #lance mcclain #vld #water guardian au #dragon keith #klance au

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rashoumon-homo · 8 months

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BSD Theory - The DOA's Objective

I’m super excited to be able to theorize about this since I joined the fandom late and haven’t read the manga. Lots of spoilers, so this is continued under the cut.

My theory

I think the DOA (mainly Fukuchi) wants to use the book to re-write history so that abilities don’t exist at all, and never did.

Fukuchi’s motivation

In the recent episode, there were a lot of flashbacks hinting that the formation of the DOA and its true objective can be traced back to Fukuchi’s time serving in the Great War. Fukuzawa guessed that his goal was revenge, but he said that wasn’t true. I think that when Fukuchi witnessed all that horror, he realized that the existence of abilities would only fuel the endless cycle of war. Revenge is such a future-focused concept; it implies that the past cannot be changed, only dwelled on. Fukuchi’s goal is more solution-based. If he were somehow able to get the book and rewrite the world so that abilities never existed, he would both end future suffering and reverse the suffering that has already been inflicted.

Big risks aren’t actually that risky

This theory would also explain why the DOA is so nonchalant about killing people— if their plan succeeds, those deaths will be overwritten anyway. They’ve been almost reckless with their moves, like they aren’t thinking long-term. They’re able to make such bold moves because they’re betting on their success. A little loss is worth it in the long run as long as one of them is there to write on the page and set everything right again.

On being “Overpowered”

I think the space-time sword serves as an excellent piece of foreshadowing. It introduces the idea that nothing that happens is set in stone. Even the past can be rewritten. If I’m right, that concept plays on a much larger scale in the DOA’s plans. Battles lost can still be won. People who have died aren’t gone yet.

I think it’s funny that people get so mad at Fukuchi’s character for being too overpowered. It’s ironic, really, since he is to the other characters what ability users are to everyone else. Like, yeah, of course a time traveling sword feels like cheating. But then doesn’t bringing people back from their deathbed? Doesn’t transforming into a tiger and regenerating limbs? Gravity manipulation; a coat that can cut through any material and become stronger than armor? Regular people never stood a chance. If ability users want war, people will die.

The name “Decay of the Angel” makes more sense with this theory in mind too. Angels are powerful, untouchable, holier than everyone else. The only way to achieve true equality is to knock them down a peg. In a world without angels, there are just… people. No more overpowered shortcuts. No more cheating.

Atsushi’s reaction to learning the true motives of the DOA

All the pain and suffering Atsushi has experienced in his life has been directly caused by ability users. Even his own ability caused him a lot of grief for a very long time. The abuse he endured at the orphanage was in great part because of his ability, even though he didn’t know it at the time. And (as revealed in Dead Apple) he was tortured nearly to death because of Shibusawa’s greed for his ability.

I think that after imagining the past rewritten without abilities, he realized that the DOA’s plan was actually a pretty good move morally. Nobody dies and the millions of people who have already died in ability-fueled wars would get their lives back.

After finding out the truth about the DOA’s plans, he ran to tell Fukuzawa because Fukuzawa’s current course of action was to try to stop Fukuchi (and that would cause a greater net death in the long run). At the very least, sharing the new information with him would give them both a chance to think things through.

Sigma’s story becomes even more tragic

The unfortunate side of things is that if I’m right, Sigma would be an even more tragically fated character. He was already brought into the world for the sole purpose of serving the other members of the DOA; people who seem to have no regard for his wants and needs. The only home he ever knew was blown up in one of their scuffles, and he was left for dead. But if the DOA’s plan truly was to erase abilities from existence, he was created with the full knowledge of his creators that he would not survive.

Since he was born from an ability, from the page itself, he is intrinsically linked to ability use. If the DOA rewrites history to be free of abilities, he would also disappear. I suppose it’s slightly less cruel than killing him; it’d be more like in time travel movies when someone accidentally erases their best friend by stopping their parents from meeting or something. If he never existed, he isn’t technically dead. But the DOA still would have created him knowing he had no chance at a normal life. A disposable human, if you will.

Conclusion

I have no clue if any of this is right or even if it’s been disproved somewhere in the manga or something. I’ve only seen the anime and Dead Apple, so I’m already working with a lot less information than I could be. But as I mentioned earlier, I absolutely love theorizing about these things, so I’m so glad the manga chapters and the anime episodes are starting to catch up to each other.

Someone take my computer away from me, I am up at nearly 1 am writing a full goddamn essay about my favorite anime…

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd theories #bsd predictions #bsd essay #bsd spoilers #bsd season 5 #bsd doa #bsd fukuchi #bsd fukuzawa #rashoumon writes

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bitchfitch · 6 months

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I need to record this thought before I pass out so more incomprehensible blorbo thoughts than the usual level of incomprensible i dump here

Peregrine starts the story still in the closet about being a witch and being trans. His parents know he's a witch and he's kinda using his magic study to distract himself from his gender issues. They don't approve of it because they see it as a distraction that's stopping him learning the skills a noblewoman would actually need in the day to day running and managing of an estate.

Before the mascaraed ball Peregrine starts going out dressed as a man at night to just, feel like himself and exist without the pressure for a bit. He meets Ensio initially this way. Ensio is new in town and ends up in the same scene as Peregrine mostly by accident. Peregrine has chosen the grungier parts of town for his explorations to avoid anyone recognizing him, Ensio got his wallet stolen. That vibe.

Ensio and Peregrine end up spending a few nights hanging out together and just chilling as friends. Them both believing the other Actually belongs while they're the imposter. Ensio is the first person Peregrine tells his name too and the two just Vibe with no like. Desire to be anything but friends between them. Ensio finds out about Peregrine studying magic and he's also the first person to be genuinely excited for him and encourage it.

The ball ends up happening despite Peregrine's best wishes and the two meet there in costume and Click amazingly well. Peregrine still isn't interested in getting married but the fellow in the wolf mask is saying all the right words and laying out terms that, if Peregrine accepted, would make for the ideal life for them both. Peregrine would get to continue his magic study, the wolf would get to return to inherit his family estate and the two would be set for a life of quiet seclusion where neither of them would bother the other too much.

Peregrine's parents are pressuring him to pick a groom by the end of the night.

Ensio gets into a fight with another prospective and gets kicked out, after the fight Peregrine sees his face and finally recognizes him. Peregrine makes it clear he'll have no one except the wolf, and his parents decide he's just being Difficult for the sake of it lock him in his room.

He's had Enough of this and he knows Ensio has to leave within the week and also where Ensio is staying. Peregrine decides if he's gonna burn bridges he's gonna do it with Style.

He packs up his and his cats things he deems most vital and does some body horror ass magic on himself to trans his gender in the bloodiest way possible. Uterus on the ground and stains that'll need to be sanded out of the wood type shit Just a total makeover.

He takes his things and delirious with magic Exhaustion ™ manages to make it to Ensio's place and get in.

Ensio asks him What The Actual Fuck because Ensio doesn't recognize him until Snowdrop goes to Ensio for petting. and when he tries to address Peregrine by his old name he stops him and corrects him back to Peregrine. Ensio groks what's gone down and is more than happy to return home with a groom instead of a bride.

They actually start bonding now that there's fewer secrets and do end up loving each other dearly and being very happy together until blah blah blah the story starts.

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rottenbrainstuff · 4 months

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BG3 playthrough - ending act 2

Ugh. I’m at the end of Act 2 now…. This game has kept me so wonderfully occupied for months, I’m kind of sad to be nearing the end, but also excited to see what else will happen. Of all the things I have already spoiled for myself, I’m mostly totally unfamiliar with the dark urge content for act 3, so I’m excited to see what new horrors I get to wring my tav through!

I thought I’d quickly wrap up after defeating Ketheric and move on, but dang there’s a lot of things to clean up here… everyone suddenly needs to talk to me all at once, even fricking Withers showed up. There’s books to grab now that no one is watching, corpses to loot. Aylin and Isobel are fucking hilarious, I love them, they’re adorable.

I’m really sad there’s so many ways to shit-talk Zevlor with Cerys. (oddly there’s also dialogue options to talk about him as if he’s dead when he definitely is not. The dialogue in act 2 definitely needs some polish, I’ve found a lot of little errors like this) Man I dunno. I mean he definitely failed. His own personal responsibility in regards to that failure is debatable. The tieflings are certainly in their right to be angry. But like. He fully accepts his culpability without excuse. He seems like he’s completely thrown himself away because of one moment of weakness against a foe whose entire MO is to manipulate people into obedience. In the end he wasn’t even suitable to be a true soul anyways, he says he was rejected, possibly because he was fighting, he can’t remember. I totally get the anger but I also feel bummed I don’t have more dialogue options to try to argue harder on his behalf, even if Cerys will never forgive him. Sigh. Does Alfira have anything to say? In a normal playthrough is she with the group at the tower? I’m just too protective of my sad old man hellrider I guess.

Before I left the shadow curse map, I stopped back at Last Light just to see if there was anything left. …there was. There were a handful of tieflings still there, and still giving me the “I saw a light in the sky!” dialogue. I hope nothing is permanently bugged for them and they’ll travel over to act 3 properly? Lakrissa was still there, Cal and Lia were still there, and Danis was there by himself in the yard (amusingly, after I brought him back from the Moonrise prison, sometimes he was walking around with Bex, and other times they somehow got separated and would just stay stuck in their separate spots, waiting for the other one to join them).

I’ve heard some people say that the scene with Raphael and Mol playing lanceboard has been removed, and replaced with a bit of an odd dialogue instead. I reloaded one of my own saves of me walking up to Last Light for the first time, and it was still the lanceboard scene for me, but maybe I just wasn’t loading back far enough? Some people speculate that the scene has been changed to get rid of an uncomfortable comment Raphael makes about Mol being “a blushing apple waiting to be plucked.” Other people are saying this is actually a glitch, and I am hoping that is the case. I accidentally got a strange dialogue path once when I was talking to Jaheira, and it seems this dialogue is from an alternate plot if you didn’t end up saving the grove. I’m hoping this alternate Raphael scene has to do with that.

Raphael’s line is definitely extremely uncomfortable but like. In my opinion… that’s… the point. Y’all really, really, desperately really need to learn that it’s ok to feel uncomfortable, there are going to be lots of things in life that make you feel uncomfortable, and you are actually going to have to find a way to process that feeling rather than demand that everything that makes you feel uncomfortable be removed. It’s an uncomfortable line. I don’t think Raphael has specific sexual intent in mind when he makes the statement, but I think it is very unfortunately worded, and it’s like that on purpose, and it’s supposed to make you go oh wow that is not cool. Raphael is a devil, he is literally evil, and I’m sorry if this comes as a surprise, but it makes sense that he would say things that are Not Good.

Anyways, I do really think it’s a glitch rather than a change, because if you wanted to get rid of that line, it would be much much easier to just edit that single line out of the conversation and salvage the rest of the scene, rather than completely rewriting a totally new conversation, a new conversation which now also doesn’t start the discussion about Mol’s contract with Raphael. That’s what I’m putting my money on, anyways, and I hope it’s true, because the lanceboard scene is nice and that would be a stupid reason to just cut the entire thing out.

In all the gifs I’ve seen of Gortash, I never understood his appeal, he always just gave me the overwhelming impression that he smells like a pile of damp towels that sat in a corner instead of being properly dried. Now that I’ve seen him, I am doubling down on that. I’m glad for the girlies who are crazy for him, and I definitely like him as an amusing antagonist, but I still imagine him as a stinky mildewed goblin man.

I am STILL crying about the little note from baby Isobel that Ketheric kept with him. I think my tav is going to start carrying that around as well. Fuck, man.

My tav has really been through the shit with all the creepy dark urge flavour in the colony, and all he wants is a fucking rest to process some of this, but he can’t because now we’ve got the Big Giant Emperor reveal coming up.

#bg3 raphael #zevlor #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 playthrough #bg3 spoilers

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i’ve been missing rivusa content lately, do you have any headcanons?

Ah yes, my beloveds. I most certainly do

How about some Domestic Rivusa!

Post s3~4. Winx are famous as the new company of light and for protecting the dimension, and everyone is slowly settling down into a new normal after the roller coaster that we're their teen years

Riven isn't clingy or super touchy, right up until it's six in the morning and Musa is trying to get up earlier than him. Then it's all "nooo babe, I wanna cuddleeeeee" and repeated failed attempts convince her to stay there. Once she leaves, he grumbles and gets up because theres no point staying in bed now

This is 100% Musa's fault because she refuses to not get in Riven's arms when they fall asleep together. Riven has learned how nice it is to hold her and he will not let go now

Who ever is cooking will 9 times out of 10 be hugged from behind and leaned on by the other one, despite the fact that they are cooking. There is much pretend annoyance, and breakfast being made with a cuddly half asleep partner making the process harder than it needs to be

Their house definitely has some type of home studio, with a couch of course. Half of the time when Musa is mixing or editing Riven will wander in, sit on the couch, and scroll on his phone. Keeping her company without interrupting her. When she's recording he almost always comes in to listen

Riven probably has a room where he puts all his exercise equipment, and Musa does the same thing of chilling in the same room as him when he's working out

Musa has finally gotten free range of Riven's entire closet and Riven knows that he will never get his clothes to himself ever again. She looks cute in his clothes so it doesn't matter

I imagine Riven's chest scar from Darkar that he died getting probably has some nerve damage, and a little chronic pain. Usually manageable, but bad days happen. Bad days are usually spent cuddling up on the couch watching shitty horror movies

If it's really bad Musa will use her magic to soothe his pain away while singing to him

Can you imagine these two in a home decor shop??? Neither of them give all that much of a fuck about having a fancy or pretty living space, so neither of them have an idea of what they're doing or want to do. It's a mess, someone please help them

One of them buys a pillow the other one hates and this sparks pillow fights. All is fair in love and war

Since Riven, the little gossip, is on social media wayyy more often than Musa, and primarily posts about Musa because she likes being a public figure and he hates it, Musa jokingly makes him her social media manager. That's in his bio now. He's not removing it, even if she does hire a real one. He was here first

From what I understand about touring, it's a bit like going on the worlds most stressful road trip while also having the time of your life singing for fans. So I'm imagining Riven going on tour with Musa, mainly as the driver because touring in the magical dimension means planet hopping and Musa probably doesn't have a license for interstellar travel. While being annoyed at all the time driving, the weird fans, and the constant moving, getting to see Musa truly in her element preforming was an experience and he vows to go on every tour after this just to see how happy she looks

Plus he really really likes her performance outfits. Musa always let's Stella go crazy with them, within Musa's personal style, and they're amazing

Musa really appreciates the support, because touring was really stressful. She especially appreciates the fact that Riven seemingly has not gotten sick of hearing her sing the same song 20 times and always matches her excited energy when she comes off stage

Afterwards they got to sleep at their shared home for like a month doing jack shit, except sleeping and ordering take out. Oops all cuddles

#winx club #rivusa #winx musa #winx riven #rus chatters #asks #riven x musa #*shakes fist*#i love them your honor

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just-some-guy-at-shiz · 6 months

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Soooo… an AU where Elphaba’s emergency life-saving tin spell fails, and that’s it, he’s dead. Totally deceased. Full-stop. All over. No coming back from this one.

Until he does. Because of course he does. We wouldn’t have a plot if he didn’t.

Okay, so two people know about this death, and one of them wants to leave immediately for the Emerald City and leave the other one to clean up her own mess. Given that she’s been in love with Boq for years, Nessa can probably be trusted to perform a decent and respectful burial? And hopefully not do something stupid? At least not the kind of stupid that gets her arrested for murder. Tell people it was sudden spontaneous cardiac arrest, he had a medical condition, then shut up before you say something incriminating. She coulda gotten help with this, easy, but she decides to go out and bury him alone in a storm because she’s dramatic about her grief.

Which gets her out of her house at the time that it’s flattened by another house.

Don’t know how the lack of dead sisters and shoes to give away affects Dorothy and Elphaba and the A plot, don’t care.

Don’t know how Nessa gets her hands on that magic living powder stuff from later Oz books, don’t care.

She does, in fact, get her hands on some Powder of Life. Dunno if she seeks it out on purpose, dunno if she comes across it by chance and her eyes light up with excitement. But she goes out and does a little necromancy with her shiny new beginners’ reanimation kit.

So Boq’s back. He didn't get a chance to rot too much, and any rotting that did get done is healed pretty quickly by the Powder of Life because reasons. Still no heart, so no pulse, but I think we’re assuming that the magic gets all his other organs working normally again? It could be an interesting road to take if he’s still rotting, because again, you cannot have Boq without a little transformation body horror (unless you’re reading the novel I guess). How do you deal with literally falling apart while you’re still alive? Beyond the psychological effect, what are the practical difficulties? Looking from a scientific standpoint? But I digress.

If this went rather the same as in canon, with Boq screaming in horror and running and Nessa yelling that he should blame Elphaba, then we’re going to have to go with the rotting zombie option, and learning to deal with that is the plot. But if he’s back to normal (mostly) and feeling fine, then the plot is gaslighting.

Here’s how it goes. It’s a little too convenient, but stick with me. During physical decay, there’s a decay of memories, in reverse chronological order, obviously. So when Boq gets brought back from the dead, he’s lost all of the past like… how many years? Around three? It’d be a little too unbelievable for the last thing he remembers to be the Ozdust Ballroom, but at any rate, In his mind he barely knows Nessa, and he is supposed to be in an agriculture class right this second what is happening??

Nessa puts two and two together in the blink of an eye and doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of this. She tells him he’s got a head injury and apparently amnesia but it’s okay, she’ll fill him in on everything. And yes they’re dating, he asked her out in college and is very much in love with her and was probably about to propose, definitely. And no, she has no relation whatsoever to the evil Wicked Witch that is a thing now by the way, why would you think that? And yes you have a pulse, you must just be bad at finding it, it’s plain as day to me, don’t worry about it.

That’s it. That’s all I have for plot. Just a very easy opportunity for gaslighting. Nessa barely even has to try. I’m kind of hoping Elphaba is going to swoop in at some point and set the record straight. Maybe when she comes after hearing about the house-flattens-house thing, worried about Nessa. She’ll show up and see Boq willingly holding Nessa’s hand and know that something is very deeply wrong. And then she’ll remember that Boq is supposed to be dead, she watched him die, which makes it even more unlikely that he’d be standing there holding Nessa’s hand.

If I’m going to put Boq in this scenario, then the least I can do is send Elphaba to get him out of it once all the gaslighting has gotten as interesting as it can be and we’re ready to move on with the plot. Because it would be AWFUL if he never learned the truth.

But still. He doesn’t remember “the truth,” and he’s been spending weeks growing to love Nessa because he doesn’t have any reason not to. Even when he’s told what she’s done, he no longer has the emotions and experiences to connect that truth to, so they might not matter as much as what he knows he’s feeling right now. When he’s faced with an uncomfortable reality about the one person he trusts more than anyone.. is he really going to decide to do anything differently?

He’s always preferred a comforting lie…

#wicked #wicked musical #wicked AU #boq bfeeson #nessarose thropp #elphaba thropp #toxic. it’s always so toxic between those two #one of these days I should write a fic where nessa just Isn’t Awful #wouldn’t that be nice?

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The cow kingdom was known for it's kindness and resilience so when a letter from a cat kingdom that was always at war (they never could get one peaceful day) sent a letter requesting their assistance, the king immediately sent a letter back, stating that the cow people would help in every way possible. It was soon discussed that the prince from that kingdom would arrive at the palace at sundown with his advisors to form an alliance that would benefit the two kingdoms greatly and it was with excitement that Hob prepared everything for the cat people's arrival, with the advice of his consort Dream, who was gifted to him a long time ago when his own kingdom fell. Due to Dream being a cat himself, his wisdom was very much appreciated so when the sun began to set, all preparations were made to welcome their guests.

When the prince and the advisor didn't arrive, the king found himself getting worried : did they face trouble along the way? It was just as he was about to send out a letter that his court heard a bloodcurdling yowl, mixed with a lot of insults and threats that left the servants quite terrified as the guards came in the room with a very angry cat person. The cat person had blood running down his chin, blood splatters on the white half-skull marking on his face and large gashes on his body, as if he got himself into a scuffle. Hob frowned at the sight, asking the guards why his hands were chained up, to which they quickly explained that he was already like this when they went to fetch him. An audible gasp echoed through the court : the one standing before them was none other than the prince who was supposed to be accompanied by his own delegation. When asked why he was in this state, the prince refused to reply and instead showed them a scroll all the while glaring at everyone, the contents of the scroll stating that as a gesture of good will, the cat kingdom would be giving the cow kingdom their prince as a gift to celebrate their potential alliance. The king was livid, there was no mention of this in the letter sent to them but he didn't want to just send the poor prince away so he made sure that he would get bathed and taken care.

Dream was asked to supervise the bathing as to make sure that the servants didn't accidentally tick the warring prince, which he did so without a problem : the prince didn't attack but he did give a few hisses and glares, it was clear that he wasn't going to make it easy. It was after being given a proper meal that Hobo Heart, the cat prince gifted to the king of the cow people, began to explain that he had just returned to his kingdom when he had learned of this change of plan and no matter how much he protested, he was sent off in the carriage anyway. The wounds and the blood were from the battle that he was in, he didn't have the time to patch up due to being told to return to his people immediately. During the conversation, Hob was trying to not cry while vowing to himself that the prince's new life in the palace was going to be much better, he was going to protect the cat all costs with the help of his beloved and give him all the milk that he could give

to everyone who don't know Hobo Heart, been wondering about him or just stumbled on my fics, allow me to enlighten you : He is a character made by an artist named Chris Oz Fulton, whose specialty lies in horror, hence the character's appearance. He is a Creepypasta but in my stories he is either human (Safe In Your Love, Fields Of Dandelions) or something entirely different : the only thing that doesn't change is the appearance and the name. Hope this bit of information was helpful

also this AU is called Your Skeleton Grin, title from the song of the same name by Lord Of The Lost

#your skeleton grin au #spooky throuple #dreamling #dream of the endless #the sandman #hob gadling #dream x hob x hobo heart #king!cow hob x warprize!cat dream x warprize!cat hobo heart

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Imperfect - Chapter 7: Corrupt

Content warning: detailed depiction of trauma response, specifically a traumatised mindset and includes (but is not limited to) negative self-impression, self deprecation, and self-justifying unpleasant actions; elements of mind control; heavily implied suicidal ideation -> repeated thoughts/belief that people want to kill him, and implied acceptance that they should.

[Imperfect Masterlist]

Author’s Notes: Thank you for your patience. Been having a rough time mentally and more than one day I’ve had to prioritise looking after myself, particularly writing something that is quite mentally taxing when you bury yourself in it. I’m still recovering so the next chapter might take a little while as well. Hope you enjoy - TK

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Jack isn’t well. He hasn’t been since his birthday.

Naturally there’s the state of his hands, littered with various scars. Even the lighter ones haven’t fully healed yet, while the worse ones, the second and third degree burns and deeper cuts will likely never heal. At least that’s what the doctor says.

Every day he wears a pair of gloves to hide the scars. In truth they sicken him; a painful permanent reminder of the dangers of daring to hope. The gloves help but the damage is more than skin deep, the muscles, nerves, and tendons having torn, leaving him with a tremor in both hands. Even the gloves can’t hide that.

The only thing that stops it, temporarily at least, is gripping his fingers around his cane. It’s agony, waves of ever moving uncontrollable numbness travelling up and down his arms, interspersed with random bursts of short, sharp snaps of pain. Not that it matters. That happens even without the cane, so what’s the difference really?

Jack stands in the under stage area, staring up at the floor that used to open for him to emerge. It’s silent and abandoned, unused for months. There’s no performances any more. No bright lights, no music, no one waiting with excitement as they chant his name. Mother says there’s no need now; that Jack has far more important things to do.

His duties have changed. He’s no longer a performer, not that he ever was; now he’s an accomplice. His rightful place is at Mother’s side, always in reach, always in view. While his hands heal, he can’t get them dirty but Mother makes sure he’s always there.

It’s been going on for months now. Countless people stolen from their families, from their homes and brought to Swan Tower, scared and alone. Mother steals their breath, their colours, and, Jack assumes, their souls as they join the ranks of her rapidly increasing army as one of her minions; black humanoid bird-like creatures that all bear her insignia.

As they lose the last bit of themselves and they look around in desperation, begging to be saved, Jack is the last person they see watching in silence and doing nothing to help. Each of her victims learn to curse the name of Jack Rose in the same breath as the Night Swan for what happens to them. Another new person to be grateful if Mother should choose to kill him.

Jack slowly walks across the room, footsteps echoing as he carefully steps over Mother’s feather on the floor.

Sleep doesn’t happen for him any more, not really. Most nights after his body finally gives out due to sheer exhaustion, he sleeps fitfully for an hour, maybe two. The rest of the night is spent slowly coming to accept the truth, that Mother’s right. He’s no innocent, he’s a monster just like her.

Jack doesn’t feel alive any more. The physical pain is one thing and far from something new, but with each passing day he feels himself slowly becoming numb to the horror that is his life. Each morning he wakes, aching, drained, shaking, knowing that he should be doing better and caring a little less at what a failure he is.

There’s a bright flash behind him and Jack turns. Startled, he watches a familiar spark cut through the air tearing itself into a wide portal, wider than he’s seen before. On the other side, there’s four grey figures that step forward and through, turning bright and vibrant colours. Wanderlust, and three strangers.

Wanderlust is smiling, he’s always smiling, as he indicates to the others to stand back while he steps forward. They all wave to him but Jack doesn’t even look at them. He doesn’t know who they are, but he senses they probably know who he is.

Jack could turn on his heel and run, as far and as fast as his feet can carry him. Mother would never know. Except Wanderlust would probably just follow after him; likely even wind up overtaking him like every other time and standing in the way. Then they’d be right back at square one.

Wanderlust reaches for Jack’s hand, but he jerks away. Tingling numbness trails swiftly up Jack’s arm, a random spark of pain flaring in his shoulder and he winces. Wanderlust looks at him in shock, his mouth open like he wants to say something. Still he’s silent as he turns to the strangers behind them.

Jack still doesn’t look to them, clenching his fists as he tries to keep his arms from tremoring. If he can’t run, then there’s only one other choice. The worst choice.

Jack has to fight.

Refusing isn’t an option. Mother’s declared war across the Danceverses and these most likely won’t be the only people who come to try and stop her. She’s made herself crystal clear time and again about her expectations for him. Jack will stand by her side, he will do as he’s told, and if he won’t then she will make sure he barely lives long enough to regret it.

He supposes this has always been coming. What he wants, who he wants to be, none of it has ever really mattered. His path was set at birth and he will never fix that mistake. It isn’t even just Mother who thinks that. After all, this is where he belongs.

Jack and Wanderlust stand on opposite edges of the circle around the feather on the floor, staring at each other. The air is pulsing between them, weighing heavy on their shoulders as something builds. Something unspoken, invisible, but that they both feel. A culmination of years of trying to break a cycle they didn’t realise they were a part of.

There’s no cue, no indication, nothing discernable that anyone could ever explain, but without warning, they move as one. Both of them, in sync, in time, rocking back and forth as they begin to Dance. There’s no words, no plan. The pair only move as their instincts guide them.

Jack swings his half-numb arm over his head, and as it comes down Wanderlust bends in half, hands braced out. He’s not discouraged, though their moves seem a little separated now. Less in sync, though Jack could be mistaken.

When the time comes again, Jack swings his arm overhead once more and this time Wander crumbles, dropping to one knee before his head snaps up to stare directly into Jack’s eyes. No thought. With one smooth, fluid movement, Wanderlust swings his leg round trying to take out Jack’s leg but he easily jumps it.

Their motions are definitely off now. Not in tune, similar but not the same. Wanderlust moves free, his gestures large and open while he smiles wide. Jack’s restricted, restrained, afraid. Something doesn’t feel right.

They reach to one side, then the other.

Wanderlust drops again, one hand bracing himself against the ground, the other raised, twitching and jerking as though his body’s moving against his will. It writhes and twists back and forth and Jack stops, watching in horror as an unmistakable grey slowly washes over the Prince as he struggles to hold himself off the ground.

As they’d Danced, they had both been lost in the moment, completely unaware as the platform on which they stood had raised them into the arena. The same arena that once held hundreds of strangers calling Jack’s name now stands silent. In place of the crowd, a sea of black and fuchsia as hundreds, possibly thousands, of Mother’s minions stand, watching in anticipation as Wanderlust, Prince of the Danceverses slowly succumbs.

Purple eyes turn vacant, the twitching stops. Wanderlust straightens up standing in place, as the victims always do, while Mother’s magic weaves around him, growing and growing until finally it consumes him. In a heartbeat, Wanderlust is gone, a bird-like humanoid stood in his place, waiting for instruction.

Jack watches in horror, hands shaking, heart pulsing, eyes darting. He turns, again and again, back and forth , desperately scanning the crowd. Looking for someone. Anyone at all who can help.

But there’s no one.

Mother’s face is on the giant screens above them. Her hands are raised, her lips curled in a satisfied smile as she looks down at them.

She’s won.

#Just Dance #Just Dance 2023 #Jack Rose #Wanderlust #JD Wanderlust #Night Swan #Jacklust #slow burn #LotTK: Imperfect #Legacy of the Thorn King

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i-like-cats-and-stars36 · 4 months

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Come to think of it, I had some wild experiences with cosmic horror/existential horror/whatever you wanna call as a child. I'm probably not the only one, but it sure was a ride.

I found out how the earth will die at the age of six. I watched a documentary about the sun and they explained how the sun will expand before its death, growing bigger and redder and scorching the earth with its flames before the sun swallows the earth in the end. I was terrified, so fucking terrified, I couldn't think of anything else for the rest of that day and had to sleep in my parents' bed for three days and even then, I had trouble sleeping.

For years on after, I couldn't read stuff about the death of stars without getting incredibly paranoid or couldn't go into our basement without feeling like dying stars were following me. Surely, a strange fear to have as a child.

So what did I do? Get into more large-scale cosmologic things instead! Surely, that wouldn't be just as terrifying and confusing!

I have this memory from when I was around eight or nine. One evening, I was walking in circles through our house, trying to make sense of infinity. I was trying to think of what is beyond our universe. Another room our universe rested in alone or with other universes? If there are more universes, there would have to be another room that held us all and it had to be finite, right??? There had to be an end to everything, regardless of how incomprehensibly big it is! It drove me mad that I couldn't find a satisfying answer.

Today, I know that my younger me's logic was flawed. Today, I know that some things have neither an end or a beginning. That it's most likely there isn't some sort of border of the universe and something new and exciting behind it.

Today, I have mostly accepted that space is existentially terrifying. I overcame my fear of dying stars by learning more and more about stars and how they work. I can tell people about these things now and joke, laugh about it.

Some things about space still scare me a little like strange matter or the gravitional field suddenly reconfigurating itself at random, but it's become way easier. Now, when scientists say that a terrifying thing happening is highly improbably or trillions of years away from happening, I believe them and don't panic.

It was terrifying, coming to terms with your place in the universe, but it was also faszinating and beautiful.

#astronomy #astro community #cosmic horror #horror #existential dread #existential crisis #existential thoughts #space #universe #space horror #outer space #This is astoundingly different from what I usually post

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Hey again! (Omg, I'm already bugging you again) I love that you're doing matchups at the Valentine's Day event and I'm so excited! You nailed it when you matched me with the man I love (Jotaro) but I was curious to know which other character I could match with in JJBA🙈

Oh, and it's here the link for my matchup: https://at.tumblr.com/strawmariee/hello-i-see-your-requests-are-closed-but-i-hope/aqy86643wxwm

My Hobbies: Well, I really like listening to music (I can spend the whole afternoon doing that, my poor ears lol), drawing, writing or reading fanfics or whatever, watching movies or series, exercising (I'm trying) and dancing.

My Appearence: Well, I'm a short girl (1.57cm/5'2), I have medium, wavy and dark blonde hair. I have green eyes, I'm thin and I'm also very white (Actually, in the sun I look like Edward Cullen). And I also have to wear glasses because without them I'm almost blind🥲

What I want out of a relationship: I want my boyfriend to treat me like a princess, you know? That he respects me, gives me my space when I need it and that he shows how much he loves me because I am a very insecure person🥲. I would like us to spend time talking about what we have in common and that when he has a problem he would run to me so I can comfort him🥺. And also that he laugh at my jokes because I love to tell them!

Dream First Date: Wow, whenever I think of a first date I always imagine myself in a movie theater with him. He would choose a horror movie on purpose just to scare me and hug him. And then he would take me to the beach where there would be a picnic waiting for us! Like that:

And I'm so excited to read everything you'll write! I'm sure it will be perfect as always!!😍

notes 💌: hi love :) you're the first person in this wonderful event, so happy valentine's day, dear! i am super honored to host an event like this, so thank you for supporting me and wanting a matchup! in this event i am playing cupid and super excited to match you up with someone new. I know I matched you with Jotaro, but I think I found a new man that fits you just as well <3

the character Cupid chooses for you this Valentine's Day is...

GYRO ZEPPELI!!

I know, I know, he's a lot different than Jotaro, that's for sure

but hear me out

the man is tall

really tall

so he will compare heights and call you short as a joke

he thinks it's cute though

he loves your eyes

as a fellow green eyed human being, he cant help but stare into yours all the time

he will braid your hair

yes

(please braid his too)

this man will absolutely treat you like a princess

it's kind of his thing

like i feel like thats how he wants a relationship to be

after he met johnny, gyro has learned to respect everyone, so you dont have to worry one bit about him respecting you or giving you space, because he is already prepared to help you with what you need

he is your #1 hype man

he calls you beautiful all the time and really shows that he loves you with all of his heart and soul

he loves talking to you, so expect a lot of long conversations with this man that last for far too long but are too much fun

and yes, to know that you are his hype girl makes his heart swell

he loves that you are there for him as much as he is for you

you two tell way too many stupid jokes and end up laughing for hours

and this is why i thought he was perfect. you have a lot in common, but those differences are what make you fit too :)

💌How would he ask you to be his valentine???

you would just be all comfortable at home chillin and mans comes in with a GIANT ASS TEDDY BEAR trying to squeeze its fluffy butt through the door, and a big bouquet of roses. he would give you his iconic smile and set all of the silly little valentine's trinkets on the table in front of you. "will you be my valentine?" he asks, a stupid grin slapped onto his lips. you giggle and run over to hug him nearly knocking him over. "of course i will, dummy."

💌 Valentine's Day Date

After gyro hands you an insane amount of valentine's day gifts, he leans down and presses a kiss onto your lips. "so, what do you want to do for the special day?" he asked, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. "I think we should-" "A horror movie sounds great." Gyro winked at you and you couldn't help but burst out into laugher. "Very romantic, Zeppeli." You joked, putting your hand lovingly onto your chest. "Isn't it?" Gyro handed you tickets that he had already purchased weeks ago. "Let's not be late, yeah?" You just smiled and latched onto his arm, letting him lead you to the movie theater. The movie wasn't long, but it sure as hell was scary. You knew why he chose it, so you could cling onto him whenever you got scared, but you left the movie theater with wide eyes. "I didn't mean for it to scare you that bad, darlin." Gyro gave you a concerned look and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and pressed a kiss onto the lobe. "It wasn't that bad," you giggled, clutching onto his arm. "I mean, it was a good movie and I got you hug you the whole time, but I don't think I want to see a horror movie for a while." Gyro giggled at you and you two went for a short walk. You had no clue where the two of you were headed, but he sure did. "What's this?" You asked as he led you onto the beach. "Oh, nothin." Gyro said in a singsongy voice before looking down at a fully set up picnic. "Oh? What's this? A romantic picnic on the beach for two?!" You stared at it for a second and looked up at Gyro with a huge smile. "Gyro! I love it! How the heck did this get here?" "Johnny." Gyro laughed. "He helped me get it all set up." You quickly sat on the picnic blanket and watched the sunset while Gyro set up both of your dinners. You clanged a glass to his and pressed a kiss onto his cheek. "Happy Valentine's Day, love." <3

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mystery date event rules | pinned post @tonberry-yoda

#mystery date #i hope you love it :)#writing #jjba #fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #<3 #asks #jojos bizarre adventure #gyro zeppeli #gyro #jjba x reader #gyro zeppeli x reader

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