#I just need to get motivated fully to get back to the swing of things

[mrultra100]

If I can be real for a moment…

I feel like my involvement with Johnny Test as a franchise is basically over at this point. For those who’ve been with me for a long time now, this might come as a surprise that I’m finally letting go of what people have been referring to as Dexter’s Lab, but with whipcracks after all of these years, but there’s a lot that I wanna get off my chest about the state of the franchise, along with how things will go with my side of the situation going forth.

At this point, I’ve come to accept that Johnny Test, as a franchise, is likely going to stay dead in the water for real this time, especially with how the second season of the Netflix revival not only silently came out with barely any fanfare, but also became the final season, likely for good. I know a big chunk of the JT-related stuff was back when I was obsessed with the Vampire Twins to request art featuring them from multiple artists (Which is something that I deeply cringe at now, and fully regret for how stupid and childish that was. I apologize to everyone for that era), but in the last few years, I’ve been slowly making them more and more into their own thing, distant from what they were originally.

The Ultraverse V-Twins have changed a lot, with things like aging them up and changing their designs to reflect that, giving them more fleshed-out abilities and personalities, and overall just making them my own characters at this point. Don’t get me wrong, they still fit with my Primal Eternity idea, as that’s the one aspect of my JT stuff that I wanna keep around to somewhat of a degree. As for that project’s future? I could think of more ideas for characters and doodle them out, like I have before, or maybe I could take a small break from that project for a while. Im not sure. Regarding the bigger picture, I feel like/hoping to get some more work for it done after this break, before the franchise turns 20 next fall. We’ll just have to wait and see on what happens next. As for now, the V-Twins, while having a small connection to their origin franchise, will be their own thing going forward. Since they’re basically my own character after the series that they were based on is likely going to stay dead for good (which blows, but that’s just how it is), it’s the least I can do for them. In the meantime, Maryanna, now that she’s my mascot, is probably gonna be the hero of her own adventure. Time will tell on how her story will play out.

Regarding other things related to JT, I wanna give a quick shoutout to @rominadrawsart16 and @arti-squid. While they’re more active in the small JT fandom than I am, I love how they use character from the show to further their own skills as artists, similar to what I’ve been doing with Maryanna recently. If you haven’t already, please give them a visit.

And to give my thoughts on JT being dead and buried, I have a few conflicting thoughts. One part of me wishes WildBrain did more with the IP when making the Netflix revival, as alright as that was. Another feels like they should’ve go for a complete reboot to the franchise to start with a clean slate, and another feels like the series didn’t needed a revival in the first place, as shocking as they might sound. Unless the two seasons commissioned by Netflix were all that were planned, Johnny Test wasn’t really a show that needed to be brought back in the first place. After everything that had happened to it (The CW merger that caused the show to suffer budget cuts after Season 1, the infamy it got during the 2010’s due to how it became generic slop, etc), it feels like the show was basically doomed from the start. As much as I wanna go more into that with greater detail, that’ll be saved for another day.

So basically the short of what I’m trying to say is this; Johnny Test, as a franchise, is probably over for real this time, my involvement with it, outside of JTPE and supporting my friends, is (mostly) done, and the Ultraverse V-Twins (especially Maryanna) are here to stay.

See you, Space Whipcrack…

#ultra ramblings #johnny test #to reiterate; JTPE is still bein planned to be around #just need to figure out everything #…if I get off my lazy ass that is #the doomed reputation of this damn franchise hasn’t given me much motivation to work on this idea #hence why it’s been a while #but I still want to work on it #maybe the Maryanna and susanic stuff is my way of stil clinging on at this point #helps that they (especially Mary) are my mascots #like I said JTPE ain’t going away any time soon #I just need to get motivated fully to get back to the swing of things #stay tuned for whenever the next update comes up

[puhpandas]

WROTE CHAPTER 1 BUT HAVE TO BE PATIENT

#i finally wrote after 1 month... #im rlly just trying to get back into the swing of things and make a chap 1 im happy with #i also need to like fully 100% plan out every chapter in detail before i post #even tho i usually dont do that #i might lose to impatientness and do it anyway idk #this story wont be that long so im not too worried #but i still want to get it right #its just sad because. comments motivate me sooo much to keep writing #wish me luck in planning guys o7 #pandas.txt

[luveline]

hi queen 😙

could you please do one where the BAU are staying in another state for a case so they have to stay in a hotel and for some reason hotch has to come see reader in the morning or before bed or something so he knocks on the door of her room and she opens and she’s just standing there with like her hair in two braids and like matching pink pyjamas and hotch just has a little laugh because he’s never seen that side of her before?? 💕💕

this would be like season 1 or 2 hotch :D

cw reader has hair that can be put into two braids

He texts you first but you don't answer. Hotch isn't happy to encroach on your space so early but he can't remember what you said last night about the killer's motivations and he needs to know, desperately, in case this missing piece of the puzzle can stop another young man from being murdered. 

"L/N?" he asks, knocking on the door quickly. "Y/N, are you awake?" 

There's a definite sleeping groan. Hotch winces at the sound but what else can he do? You'll have to wake up in an hour anyway. 

"Y/N? I'm sorry to wake you, but I need to ask you about Cory, last night's victim? You said it seemed more like an arsonist than a murderer, what did you mean by–" 

The door swings open. "...that." Hotch stares at you. 

You have your hair braided away from your face, strands rocked free and frizzy. More amusing is the baby pink pyjamas you're wearing; adorable little slips of fabric, pants that stop mid-calf and a camisole with soft lace at the chest. Hotch immediately looks back to your face as he realises his once over, but he can't hold back a laugh. A small chuckle, harmless. 

"Are you laughing at me?" you ask tiredly, voice croaky but threaded with amusement. "You woke me up, okay? This is your fault. Did you bring me coffee, at least?" 

Hotch puts his empty hands up in defeat. 

"Come in, then, before someone else sees me." 

Hotch follows you inside. He doesn't feel any pressure or awkwardness, but he needs to make sure you aren't either, and so he takes a cross-armed position against the wall. You run your hand down a braid and pull out the elastic, absentminded as you shake out your hair. 

"I said it was more like arson because of the mess. Arsons like to ruin things. And I just don't see how it could be solely pleasure based after such a massacre," —you move to the second braid and repeat the process— "the adrenaline runs out eventually, but the blood was– it was everywhere. It would've taken effort. There are photos on my phone if you want to see." 

You gibe him your phone, open to photographs you took last night. Hotch clicks through them in disgust. Like you said, it takes a lot of effort to make a crime scene look like this. 

"We could be looking for someone with an impulse control disorder," Horch guesses. "Our pool of suspects would completely change. We've been looking for people who have untoward desires centred around teenage boys–" 

"But if we're searching for someone who can't control their impulses we could easily be looking at a teenage boy. He'd have reason to be with his victims that wouldn't cause concern." 

Hotch finds it very difficult to take you seriously in your pinks. He laughs again, and you know exactly what it is he's laughing at, waving him away as you bend down by your suitcase under the desk. "Go sharpen up, Hotchner. And get me a coffee, please." You glance at him from over your shoulder. "I'd like to see you in your pyjamas." 

"I'm sure you would, agent." 

Hotch thinks more than he should about you in your thin pyjamas, the way they hugged your thighs and the naked lengths of your arms, your ankles, he's ridiculous, but it's stuff he's not used to seeing. He's usually so focused. 

He brings you a coffee and an apology croissant, which you eat in pleased silence beside him, fully dressed, hair tamed. He can't not see you as you were that morning, eyes puffy with tiredness but a hundred times the professional he'd been. 

"I can feel you looking at me," you murmur. "Laugh again and I'm telling Gideon." 

"Ah, and he'd reprimand me."  

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" you ask, almost monotone as you drink your coffee. "Do you have the case file for Patrick Gorden? I wanna compare the blood splatter on the walls." 

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #hotch x reader #hotch #hotch x you #hotch blurb #hotch drabble

[vernons-girl]

never stopped loving you | lee dino

angsty but sweet,wc:0.9k

A few months back you broke up with your boyfriend Dino.

And you might ask, why would you break up with such a nice boyfriend ?

Well, you were not feeling good. You did not feel like yourself anymore, and nothing felt right, nor fully real. So you decided you needed to spend some time alone to focus on yourself and only yourself because you did not want to hurt anyone’s feeling or make them feel bad about the way you were feeling yourself. So you broke up with your boyfriend. Because he was affected by your state, and you noticed it.

Sometimes you would have mood swings and push him away, he wanted to help you though, he really did, but you knew he could not. He was not the problem but you did not want your relationship with him to become a part of it, so you put an end to it.

The thing is, during that phase you were angry, sad and in pain, but mostly angry. So that resulted in you breaking up with him in a fit of rage without giving him any real motive for your actions, he knew you were not feeling good, so he did not ask more questions and left.

But now, a few months later you felt better, but also guilty. Guilty about the way you treated him at the end of your relationship and guilty about how you broke up with him. So one evening you decided to text him and asked if he wanted to grab breakfast with you, and very much to your surprise, he immediately agreed.

So here you were, waiting for him at your non-officially designated table in your favorite signature café. You were anxiously chewing on your bottom lip, scrapping of the lip balm you had put on earlier in the morning, playing with your fingers you did not see him coming by your table.

“You will never get rid of that habit, won’t you ?” a voice said, you looked up to be met with him, Dino.

He had not changed much, his hair was slightly longer and his efforts to the gym had obviously paid off but he was still the same, he was still your Dino.

"Hello ? Earth to Y/N ?” he waved his hand in front of you, getting your attention back even though your mind stuck to the way your name rolled out of his tongue.

“Yeah sorry.. Please sit down !” you said pointing to the empty spot in front of you.

And he did just that, “Have you ordered yet ?” he asked, “Yes I did! I ordered for you, I hope you still like the same things from here though, I should’ve asked I am sorry !” you apologized, feeling your face get hotter.

He chuckled, god you had missed hearing his breathy laugh, “Don’t worry, some habits don’t change” he replied.

The waiter brought you guys your drinks and snacks, breaking the awkward silence that had taken place, “Enjoy your drinks.” he politely said before walking away, leaving you once again with your ex boyfriend.

“So..” he started, “Why did you want us to meet up ?” he asked.

“Well, I feel like I owe you some explanations about the last time we saw each others” you began, receiving a nod from him signaling you to continue.

“So as you know, I was not feeling the best when I ended things between us and I did not make you come here to give any excuse for what I have done, I just want - no I need to explain why I did it. I hated feeling that way but I also hated that you had to put up with it, and I know you dealt with it amazingly and the best you could, but it hurt me to see how my mental state could affect you. I did not feel like my old self, like the Y/N you fell in love with so I pushed you away before you could do the same. I thought that doing this would avoid unnecessary damages even though I was aware it was going to hurt one of us, if not both. But I felt like I had to do it for myself, for you and for us. And I know lots of time passed by but if you still love me, or at least have a tiny bit of faith left for us, I wondered if you could give me - us - another shot.. Because I miss you and I still love you, I’ve never stopped loving you.” you finished, letting out a big breath you did not know you were holding before focusing on the face of the man who was sitting in front of you.

He was smiling, that smile, you missed that too, you missed him.

“I’ve missed you too Y/N, and I’ve never stopped loving you either. I knew you were going through a rough time and I knew it was best for you and for our relationship to give you time and space. And I am glad I did.” he confessed, putting the brightest smile that had ever been on your face.

“Now get up from that sit and come sit next to me.” he said.

He pulled your closer next to him, turned your face towards his, delicately placed your chin between his fingers before lovingly, passionately kissing you, saying all the things words could not express.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #dino #dino imagines #dino scenarios #dino x reader

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hugging Dethklok Hcs

depending on how im feeling after posting this i think i might make a second part including side characters (likely the second post will contain charles abigail and knubbler !! and maybe even some smaller characters that i feel deserve more love) anyways uhuhuh first official MTL post except it.. actually isnt, ive written for knubbler and the dethklok minute host before so yeah very nervous about this since im still trying to find my footing in how i wanna write the characters, so heads up that this might be VERY OOC and what better prompt to do than do one of my "i dont know what to write" ones written with reader as their partner vague mentions of like. sexual stuff but nothing explicit, i still wish to keep this blog as sfw as possible, really just implications of it than anything also some characters had bonus hcs of cuddling so uhuhuh

NATHAN:

built like a mattress, though that can mean anything since not all mattresses are made the same... hmm.. have you ever hugged/cuddled one of those tiny headed kingdom plushies? very firm but not comfortable, i think thats what nathan feels like, but perhaps just a smidge softer. but how would nathan feel? i mean hes very protective of you, and being able to hold you gives him a moment to keep you close. not very affectionate otherwise, but this is nice. definitely the type to do hugs from behind, especially if theres someone trying to flirt with you

PICKLES:

short so theres a good chance youre around his height if not taller and he may or may not feel things about that (both negative and positive but lets save that for another post as i fully intend on keeping this sfw), i always thought pickles of being physically affectionate so him having a hand on you is a common occurrence. probably takes the opportunity to whisper something in your ear, usually something dirty or something incoherent with him being drunk or otherwise under the influence. oh yeah i can easily see him being the type to swing his limbs over his partner while he sleeps and trapping them there

SKWISGAAR:

maybe im cooking something doodoo, but i feel like skwisgaar may or may not struggle with non-sexual stuff, like being purely romantic and innocent with no intent to get your pants off is foreign to him. i whole heartedly believe the reason hes so sexual is due to being in dethklok and being huge, but also because of his mother constantly bringing new people home. so in the beginning he might actually be tense in giving you affection, definitely going to need to take some time. very cold, skinny people tend to be colder ive noticed so totally you shouldnt take this as an excuse to hold him closer (winks)... i DO think he would also have a hand on you a lot of the time like pickles, whether or not those hands have other motives is up in the air

MURDERFACE:

make him take a shower first/j

okay jokes aside, this man is so starved for attention and affection, but he would never ever EVER say it. you guys could be 100% fully alone in bum fuck no where and he still wouldnt say it. but its definitely there in his actions and body language. i think hes warm, and his skin is a little... i mean he canonically has dry skin with eczema, and while i dont have eczema i know what having that dry scaly skin feels like... perhaps we could tie in some self care with the reader helping murderface take better care of himself? i mean it would be one hell of a fight to get him to try but i think its do-able.. tight hugger, kind of lets his arms linger before sliding them down when you eventually pull away. wish i had more but i think murderface is the type to deny affection whilst also deeply craving it

TOKI:

probably the easiest to hug in terms of getting him to accept it, actually i think he might be the most likely to initiate one alongside pickles. very warm, though he sometimes hugs you a little too tight and might even tug you back in if you try to pull away before hes ready. full body cuddles into you when you guys sleep/nap together, arms and legs keep you in place so... good luck trying to slip away before he wakes up. i like to think he fiddles with your hair, too, though im unsure if that fits with his character... i think that, despite still having a love for all things brutal he still likes these smaller moments of just. affection. very clingy and possessive though so keep that in mind, i think he would hold you and physically try to pull you away if someone tries to flirt with you; a lot less subtle than when nathan does it

#metalocalypse x reader #metalocalypse x you #mtl x reader #mtl x you #nathan explosion x reader #nathan explosion x you #pickles the drummer x reader #pickles the drummer x you #pickles x reader #pickles x you #skwisgaar x you #skwisgaar x reader #murderface x reader #murderface x you #toki x reader #toki x you #toki wartooth x reader #toki wartooth x you #william murderface x you #william murderface x reader #skwisgaar skwigelf x reader #skwisgaar skwigelf x you #very likely ooc #definitely ooc

[detentiontrack]

THANK YOU FOR ASKING! I have been dying to talk about it. @banyanas

Sasha Waybright was traumatized before amphibia even happened, and here's why (coming from someone who is studying to be a psychologist and also has trauma):

Notes:

I am only going based off of things that are canon, and while I do have headcanons and suspicions on what exactly her trauma is, I don't have canon evidence to back it up, so I'm just going to go over the SYMPTOMS of trauma I see in her

Cognitively and behaviorally, Sasha is not normal. I feel like a lot of people see her blonde mean girl Californian cheerleader traits and just sort of assume she's your stereotypical mean girl. What they fail to remember is that Sasha is 13, and her motivations are different. Sasha is not a mean girl in the sense that she is mean to others for power or just to be mean. Sasha does use her social status occasionally (Ie threatening Margo w not inviting her to her pool party in the reunion flashback scene), however Sasha's mean acts do have a purpose. Sasha believes that she alone knows whats best, and to help those that she loves, she needs to take full control. She feels like Anne can ONLY have a good birthday if they skip school. She believes that they can ONLY go home if they execute Hop Pop. She believes that they can ONLY be happy if Sasha has control of amphibia and the box. She feels like the only way to take care of people and herself, is to be in complete control, and that is extremely common in victims of trauma who feel like they can't trust or rely on anyone.

Her manipulation skills are also developmentally abnormal. A well adjusted 13 year old with no adverse life experiences would not have such an extensive history of manipulating. In Jail break, Sasha says that a tactic she uses all the time is to "Make everyone love you, and they'll do whatever you say." Sasha has the ability to talk her way out of almost any negative situation and easily take charge. This is also really common in people with trauma and an unstable life. Often times, someone might have to talk their way out of being harmed, or to have their needs met that weren't otherwise.

Sasha has a complicated relationship with the concept of family. She has not mentioned her parents even once throughout the show, whereas Anne and Marcy have. In the reunion flashback, Sasha acts as if Anne going home to her parents is a bad thing. She remarks on how babyish Anne's party is, and she doesn't seem to understand that it's not even the party Anne wants, but to spend time with her family. In True Colors, Sasha says in a cutting tone "Say hi to your parents for me" as she thinks that she's sending Anne back to earth forever. Her tone implies irritation that Anne even has parents she wants to go home to, and perhaps even jealousy.

Sasha was fully prepared to live in and rule amphibia once she took over Newtopia in true colors. She did not want to go home after not seeing earth or her family in 5 months.

When Marcy confesses, Sasha's first thought is anger at the betrayal, not missing her home.

Back on the topic of what's developmentally normal, I found the scene of when Sasha first met Anne and Marcy interesting, although I could be reaching. Once baby Sasha aggressively gets the bullies off the the swings, she starts to walk away. She is surprised when Anne and Marcy introduce themselves and ask if she wants to play with them. At 5 years old, Sasha had the idea that she was only useful and wanted when she was doing something for other people. At 5 years old, a person without adverse experiences would not have this mindset.

The Marcy journal filled in some of the gaps about her parents. It confirmed the theory we all had since froggy little Christmas that Sasha's parents are divorced, and had been divorced since she was "4 or 5". Her father remarried and her mother has a long term boyfriend with kids of his own. In this entry, Anne says that she didn't know a ton about Sasha's home life and Sasha has always been very private about it. She says that Sasha always felt "lost at sea when it comes to family" and speculated that maybe that's why Sasha always kept her and Marcy under her thumb. This entry really hit gold in terms of understanding Sasha because it's when a bunch of possibilities clicked into place when I first read it. Sasha, Anne, and Marcy, despite having issues, were very close. The fact that Sasha didn't share anything about her homelife in the 8 years they were friends, is a HUGE red flag. Divorce is not inherently trauma, however if it's handled poorly, then it can be very bad and traumatic. Even if you take away the possibility of Sasha being directly abused, it's still really difficult to watch her parents fight before and during the divorce process. The state of California typically likes to give 50/50 custody, so it's difficult for her to go back and forth to her parents houses while watching them get into new relationships. She felt lost at sea and abandoned during all of it, and she felt like she couldn't even tell her best friends. In situations like this, especially so young, a person really can develop and strong and tough exterior, while also learning skills for manipulation and taking control when you feel you're in a situation that is out of your control. Sasha Waybright is 13 years old, and she was able to immediately become a Lieutenant to the toad army and then later a Commander of a resistance during a war. Sasha Waybright has numerous markers of someone who has gone through a life of uncertainty, abandonment, hurt, and neglect.

#amphibia #sasha waybright

[anxiousgaypanicking]

At Long Last

Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil) Prompt: Hey mate so I'm a sucker for Virgil being rendered helpless and overstimulated so like could I put a request in for Virgil × Remus with Remus finally getting a hold of Virgil's voodoo doll?/Remus finally getting a hold of Virgil's voodoo doll? Warnings: voodoo, sex, felching A request from my Wattpad

"Ooo," Remus sings, as he stops midway through the hallway after spotting a discarded little toy. Very open on the floor was a little, pale doll, with cute, dark purple bangs. Of course Remus recognized the doll; he'd made it!

Back when he made his own little voodoo doll, he eventually got the motivation to make the others. And though this all started with Virgil using his doll, Remus never got the chance to return the favor!

So, he's quick to slip into the room and scoop the doll up, before skipping back out into the walkway. 

He pauses outside of a door, though, before he peeks his head into Virgil's room as he passes it, basically pushing his way in unannounced when he sees Virgil isn't currently preoccupied. Virgil jumps at the rather violent intrusion, as his door swings open and collides with the wall with a bang. 

"Virgil," Remus sings, "you're not busy right now, are you?"

Virgil looks at him curiously. "I might be, depending on what you say next."

Remus pouts at the sarcastic answer, but holds the doll firmly behind his back in order to not reveal why he's asking. He wants it to be an unexpected surprise! "Are you going to be busy later?"

Again, Virgil's eyes narrow as he looks Remus up and down, before eventually sighing and saying "no. I have no plans today. I might nap if my body lets me but honestly, who knows."

At this, Remus grins, and promptly walks out without another word. it's good to know he won't be interrupting anything... even though he probably would have fucked the doll all the same if Virgil told him he was going to be watching a movie or something of the sort. He's not known for his patience, after all, and since discovering the doll a few minutes ago, Remus has been fighting back the urge to just ruin the thing in the middle of the hallway.

He basically sprints to his own room, tossing the doll rather roughly onto his sticky sheets as he quickly shimmies out of his clothes. As he kicks his boxers off, he digs his hand into his drawer, searching desperately until he finally finds a small bag. He gives it a little shake, and is pleased to find it's still semi-full.

It was the "magic" powder that needed to be sprinkled on the doll in order to activate the voodoo aspect.

Remus is quick to open the bag and basically dump its contents onto the doll, delighted as he sees the sand-like substance meld with the doll and sink into its fabric, no doubt seeping into each stitch, and into the thin piece of Virgil's hair woven someplace inside the plush. Remus gives it a few seconds to let it properly soak up the dust, before he's hopping onto his bed, no longer having the patience to hold back to any degree. 

He's quick to peel the clothes off the doll and toss them away. Curiously, he dips his finger into the hole on the underside of the doll, and licks his lips when his fingers sink into a warm, moist area. 

Truthfully, he didn't fully understand how the dolls worked either, but nothing was real, so whatever. 

In his room, however, Virgil is startled as he feels two objects begin to push into him. They don't push very far, nor do they stretch him open wildly. But it's still enough of an intrusion to have him gasping, and his back arching off the bed. 

His face flushes as he wonders what the hell is happening. Of course, he's not an idiot. To some degree, he knows this has something to do with Remus - why would he have come to Virgil's door otherwise - but he can't place what exactly. After all, he only knew that Remus had created a doll of himself, not the other way around. 

Remus has never exactly been known for his patience, and it’s not fingering the doll is going to help Virgil out anyway. That’s the only reason he bothers with prep anyway, so why would he waste his time stretching open an inanimate object?

He pushes his fingers deeper into the doll, delighted at the way just two digits make the doll’s fabric stomach bulge, grinning afterwards at the innocent looking plush held in his hands.

Truly, it was rather admirable; he was very proud of his handiwork.

He then sucks on his fingers after he pulls them out, vividly picturing what Virgil’s reactions must be. He’s half tempted to rise into his room and watch him lose himself on a phantom cock, but decides to deprive himself of the visible, reasoning that he’ll go see Virgil afterwards, and see how exhausted he is.

Remus flips himself to lay on his back, and holds the Virgil doll against his cock, giving himself just a few moments to teasingly rub the toy against his shaft.

“Fuck… if you were really Virgil, you’d be squirming around, and insisting you hate when I tease you,” Remus grunts, as he ruts his cock over the doll’s front. “Unfortunately, you’re just a pocket pussy replica.”

He lifts the doll up, and lines up its hole with the tip of his cock, before pulling it rather swiftly down, groaning to himself at the rather attractive visual of the doll being extra stuffed. He knows from experience that his cock will feel much bigger to Virgil, which it in fact does.

Virgil barely has time to put his phone down between Remus pulling his fingers out and pushing his cock in, but when he feels it he cries out immediately, thighs shaking as his toes curl. His fingers dig into the sheets beneath him, trembling from the intensity of being so suddenly stretched open, with his stomach bulging from this invisible object.

While he still has his brain, and the ability to think, Virgil tries to come up with a reasonable explanation for what he’s feeling. However, he only comes to a conclusion seconds before Remus starts thrusting.

Gasping out “Re- Remus!” he tries to roll off his bed, perhaps thinking he could make it to Remus’s room, but only effectively manages to get onto his stomach before he feels the phantom cock inside of him begin to roughly fuck him hard.

Tears well up in his eyes as he moans loud, voice cracking as he pushes his chest into the bed and his ass up into the air. He holds to his mattress for support, body rocking as he’s quite literally used like a doll. Because Virgil realized that’s what Remus was doing. Using his doll.

The pure oversensitivity sets into his body fast. His face is pushed hard into one of his pillows, sobbing out cries of pleasure as he’s fucked. Remus’s cock feels so overwhelmingly large inside of him, to the point where he can feel his stomach bulging with its girth.

He moans Remus’s name, as if hoping Remus will show up and touch him properly, but muffles himself with his pillow shortly after, drool spilling into the pillowcase.

His arms tremble as he attempts to push himself up, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down to his knees, while his shirt and jacket slide up, exposing his chest. Every time he moves though, he swears Remus’s cock drives deeper inside of him. It’s almost as though Remus is easily able to pick up on Virgil’s desperation, and wants him to be able to barely get himself upright. And it’s working.

As soon as Virgil’s clothes are removed enough, he gives up on getting them off completely, and falls back against the bed with a shuddering moan.

Remus isn’t slow in the slightest, grunting animalistically as he squeezes his hand around the doll, fucking up into it while dragging it down. He’s panting excitedly as he watches the doll repeatedly bulge with the size of his shaft, before he rolls onto his knees in order to thrust into the doll properly. He pictures Virgil beneath him, fucking him doggy style, and humps into the doll with more force.

His cock is enveloped in the fabric’s moist warmth, making Remus’s body feel hot as he pictures just how wrecked Virgil is.

And Virgil is wrecked.

Sweat drips down his face, slicking his bangs to his forehead. A mixture of tears and spit soak into his pillow, and he can feel his cock leaking pre beneath him. His prostate is slammed into almost immediately, causing a loud cry to be pulled from his throat. His eyes squeeze shut, and his knuckles turn white.

His thoroughly overwhelmed by the amount of sensations he’s feeling, loving the intense amount of physical pleasure he’s getting, but feeling as though it’s so fast. It’s too much at once, in the best way.

He should really be concerned that Remus has this much power over him. At any time, any day, no matter the circumstances, Remus could just interrupt Virgil’s routine - regardless of whether or not he’s around the others - and just stuff him full of giant cock. And while this should make him anxious, as soon as he realizes this, he’s fumbling to get his hand around his cock.

The idea is just so fucking hot, but Virgil’s already close. He resists the urge to stroke himself, and instead squeezes his hand around the base of his cock in hopes of prolonging his orgasm at least another minute or two.

A whine spills from his lips. The thought of Remus having full control over him…

He has no idea how close Remus is though, and so he knows that if he doesn’t at least try to last a little longer, he could end up so overstimulated that he’ll be unable to do anything for the rest of the day.

He clenches around nothing, soaking his pillow with fat tears as he cries loudly into his pillowcase. Every breath he takes is a gasp for air before he shakily moans again. His fingers squeeze harder around his cock, before he decides he can’t take it anymore. 

As his prostate is assaulted, Virgil strokes his cock quickly and sloppily, until finally allowing himself to be pushed over the edge, coming over his bedsheets as a mixture of tears and drool falls from his face just as messily. He can barely work his cock through his orgasm before he’s collapsing into his mess, falling on top of his hand and the puddle of come beneath him.

Briefly, he whines, dreading the fact he’ll have to clean it later, but for now he pulls his hand out from under him and twitches helplessly as he’s forced to accept the onslaught of pleasure still being exerted on his body.

He looks pathetic. If anyone were to see him, they’d easily see his hole stretching and clenching around nothing.

Partially, he feels as though he’s going to pass out from his oversensitive state, left with no indication of if or when Remus will be finished with him. He thinks he feels Remus’s thrusts getting less and less refined, but Remus was never one for rhythmic thrusts anyway. He much preferred to just use and abuse to his heart’s content, regardless of how overwhelming that mindset is for Virgil.

Thankfully though, it doesn’t take long for Remus to fully ruin the poor little plush. Pre fills the doll’s warm hole as Remus fucks into it hard and fast.

Repeatedly, his cock slams deep into the toy, Remus grunting and panting wildly as his body is overcome with warmth, sweat rolling down the bony crevices of his body and dripping onto both the doll and the bed. Unlike Virgil, Remus doesn’t try in the slightest to stifle his orgasm, and instead moans out loud and shamelessly as his brings himself to climax, fucking the toy through his orgasm before eventually keeping himself half pressed inside the doll, stroking himself the rest of the way. He grins as he watches the doll’s fabric body bulge with the amount it’s stuffed with. 

He lets his head fall back as he huffs, tongue lolled out of his mouth like a doll as he feels his own semen squeeze out of the doll and spill around his cock, but that cringe-inducing feeling is nothing compared to what Virgil is experiencing, letting out a trembling sob as he feels himself being filled with Remus’s load, his own cock working itself back up both due to being rubbed between Virgil’s body and the sheets, and because Remus thrusts into the doll a few more times after his orgasm is finished.

Ultimately, it leaves Virgil half-hard, but lacking the energy to get himself off again, and so he stays slumped against his mattress, messy with a variety of fluids.

That is, until, his ass is promptly slapped, making him yelp at the stinging sensation as he quickly rolls onto his side in order to look behind him, only to flush when he sees Remus grinning and nude standing at the side of his bed. He’s clutching Virgil’s ruined-looking voodoo doll, still dripping with the very semen Virgil can feel inside of him.

Remus holds the doll sideways, but tilted partially upward, in order to prevent any of his come from leaking out.

Virgil doesn’t have the energy to question why Remus isn’t being a messy little freak for once, too completely and utterly fucked out of his mind to say really anything, and so can only muster up the energy to grumble “a warning would have been nice,” even though he very much enjoyed the lack of such.

Remus doesn’t bother pretending to be sympathetic though, only able to fake a pout for a moment before cackling instead and pushing Virgil onto his back, crawling between his legs as he claims that he didn’t get a warning when Virgil did it to him. And Remus - disgusting as usual - doesn’t waste any time before holding the doll legs-spread above Virgil’s face, tauntingly musing “your little look-alike is all messy,” as a glob of semen falls from the fabric and onto Virgil’s cheek, making Virgil cringe.

Virgil’s face goes red, but he half-heartedly reaches up to push Remus’s wrist away, grumbling “don’t be weird.” But he’s tired and weak, and he can’t do much to stop Remus from making the doll pretend to kiss Virgil’s nose, before having the plush’s face bump against Virgil’s lips instead.

“You know, you should help clean up this mess,” Remus then says, which has Virgil’s eyes snapping towards Remus’s face.

“What?”

Lips stretching into a wide grin, Remus’s eyes gleam with mischievous delight. His free hand slowly rubs over Virgil’s nipple, which causes Virgil to let out a small moan, as he states “it’s your fault the doll got ruined in the first place. You’re irresistible, after all! It only makes sense that this doll of you is irresistible too.”

He runs his finger up Virgil’s chest, before using his pointer and his thumb to force Virgil’s lips apart.

“Now be a good boy, and keep your mouth open, unless you’d rather me make a mess of your face.”

His threat hangs loosely in the air as he lowers the doll to Virgil's mouth, pressing it's backside against him. Immediately, Virgil's tongue is assaulted by the bitter taste, and his ass is assaulted by the phantom feeling of him cleaning himself out. It's weird and hot simultaneously, making him moan against the doll's hole, dragging his tongue deeper into it and sucking the semen out. 

Remus, deciding to be nice, grinds his palm over Virgil's shaft, easily working him back up until he's shivering and leaking, eyes rolling back into his head as he eats himself out. 

Until finally, Remus squeezes the doll's midsection, rubbing his fingers against the wet muscle through the fabric and making Virgil suddenly jolt and cry out in pleasure, before Remus works him to another quick orgasm, making a bigger mess of his chest as Remus pulls the doll away. 

Grinning with satisfaction, Remus throws the doll onto the nearby nightstand, and lays atop Virgil's pudgy stomach, making Virgil groan at the feeling. 

"Feel good?" Remus asks, swiping his thumb along the corner of Virgil's lips in order to scoop up some leftover come, before pushing it into his own mouth. 

Virgil huffs. "I'd feel better if we showered." 

Remus sticks his tongue out, and squeezes his eyes shut, though he makes no move to get up and leave. "Gross. Count me out!" 

Despite this, they stay laying together, Virgil too blissed-out to move, and Remus basking in the mess. And they stay cuddled up like that for as long as possible, just nestled up against each other, sticky semen between them. 

#sanders sides #sanders sides smut #agp smut #not safe for sanders #dukexiety #dukexiety smut #voodoo smut #dukexiety nsfs

[superdupersunny420]

A Little Visit - Sam (Stardew Valley) x GN Reader

wk - 1.6k

Blurb - Poor farmer hasn’t had a lot of motivation to do… anything really. A certain blonde skater wanted to check up on them.

Sam is such a cutie and he’s all over my tiktok right now so, first fic had to be him <3

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You hadn’t written a letter to your parents in a while. Your mom made sure to write often and your dad often put little messages into her letters for you. The motivation to get up to a desk or table never really hit, at least that was at the start.

No motivation to write a letter moved to no motivation to plant any seeds for the season and when it hit the 11th day of summer, you had no motivation to get up and go to the Luau. Spending all day in bed, only getting up to go to the bathroom or get something to eat, felt better than having to get up and ready for the day. If someone of Pelican Town were to ask why you have been hiding away in your little home on the farm, you wouldn’t have much of an answer for them, a shrug of your shoulders at most. As much as it sucks for you to not have an answer, it’s just the way it’s always been. Periods of time where even the simplest of tasks would be so difficult for you, where even simply getting out of bed is such a chore that you can hardly achieve it.

‘Maybe that’s why my parents have been sending me letters more often.’ They probably realise that you’re in one of your… moods.

However, your mopping around was interrupted by a knock on the door. Debating on whether you actually wanted to get up and answer, the knock progressively got louder until you flung the blanket off you and waddled your way over. You didn’t know what you were expecting but it definitely wasn’t the blonde hair boy you’ve been crushing on practically since you’ve come to pelican town.

Sam stood at your door, a sheepish smile on his face scratching the back of his neck.

“Hey.”

You quickly shut the door in his face. You knew you looked a mess; in the same clothes you’ve been sleeping in for… who knows how many days. Your hair greasy and messy from doing nothing except lying in bed in the heat. He couldn’t see you like this and oh god, the farm. You haven’t been out to tidy the farm in a while and your lack of crops must have been a pathetic sight.

“Um… you okay?”

But that’s also when you realise you can’t just leave Sam standing outside. He was obviously here for a reason, one of which you weren’t even willing to hear him out on before rudely slamming a door in his face. So after a few seconds of peptalk and mentally preparing for socialising, you opened the door once again.

“Sorry bout’ that. Um, ignore the appearance, I… haven’t got ready today?”

It sounded a lot more like you were trying to convince yourself than him, but Sam didn’t point it out, he just smiled. The same cute grin he always has on his face, the one that brought butterflies to your stomach and made your heart skip a beat. It was a weird thing to think about, the fact that whether you’re fully presentably or looking the messiest, he still has the same look in his eyes.

“Ha, no problem! I just thought I would swing by, see how things are.”

Oh. Well, guess he must have noticed you haven’t been out much.

You pushed open your door to allow him to come in and offered him a Joja Cola (knowing he liked them) all the while getting yourself a drink and trying to make yourself look at least a little more presentable. After grabbing drinks, you both take a seat at the small table. Sam looked around, feeling a bit awkward with what to do. He’s come over to the farmers house but doesn’t really know what to do now. ‘Hey, I’ve noticed you’ve not left your house in like 11 days? What’s up with that? Also, I lowkey miss our chats and you so where have you been?’ wouldn’t really be the way to go about this all.

“So is everything okay? Did you need something?”

No time for him to think though, Sam looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Uh, yeah- no. But…”

He took a second, taking a sip of his Joja Cola and putting the can down, looking at his hands for a second before looking back at you with a face of concern.

“I don’t want to be nosey or be pushing you in anyway, but I’ve noticed you’ve not really been, out? You weren’t at the Luau either. I just… I don’t know, I was worried for you. You’re always about the town, it’s weird not seeing you around anymore.”

You stare at Sam for a second, processing what he just said. You never really realised that other people would care, or even realise that you weren’t up and about. You really didn’t really know what to say, only having it in you to look at him with a frown on your face.

“Obviously, if you don’t want to talk about it that’s fine! But, I’ve got no plans today and I’m not at work so if you’re wanting some company?”

Sam smiles, the same stupid grin on his face and you can’t help the small smile on yours as tears well up in your eyes.

“Sam, I- You’re too sweet.”

Pink rushes to Sam’s checks and he waves one of his hands in the air.

“Hey! What friend would I be if I left you in here all alone.”

You shuffle a bit in your seat and look down at your hands, knowing that Sam was still waiting for an answer to his original question (are you okay?). You’ve never really opened up too many people before, only your mom and dad knowing about your problems, it’s hard for you to be honest. But, Sam sits, a small reassuring smile on his face, one hand holding his can of Joja Cola, and his other being used as a head rest. His eyes help no judgment, and he gave no indication that you were in a rush. He was willing to sit there for as long as you needed.

“I don’t know, I just… I always have periods where I just, lose all my motivation. It sounds stupid I know.”

Sam shakes his head and goes to butt in; however, you don’t let him. If you don’t get it all out now you don’t think you’ll be able to push yourself to get it out later.

“And I know it’s not that simple. I can’t just stop being a functioning human being but its’s so, so hard. I can hardly get out of bed, which means I’ve just let the farm handle itself and I couldn’t even push myself to go to the Luau. God, I haven’t even written to my family in ages. I just… can’t. Everything feels like such a chore, and I- “

You stop to take a deep breath, tears welling up in your eyes. You’d been looking down at the table since the start of your rambling, not having it in you to look at Sam.

“Woah, man. Seems like a lot you’ve been dealing with.”

Sam’s smile is gone, instead it’s replaced with a face of concern. He doesn’t push you to look at him or anything, he just continues with what he’s saying.

“It’s okay to feel down in the dumps, you’re human it’s bound to happen. And you’ve done so much since you’ve first moved to pelican town, if I’m being honest, I’m amazed you’ve only just reached the burnout stage. But you don’t have to deal with this all alone, you’ve got the whole town to help you with things! And you can always come to me if you ever need anything, I’m happy to help.”

You look up at Sam, eyes red from crying, face looking puffy and messy, but Sam says nothing. He just smiles at you, looking at you with a face of compassion.

“I know me saying all this isn’t just gonna cure your problems but, I hope it helps. And as I said, I’ve got no plans today so I’m happy to help or keep you company!”

You stand up and walk over to Sam’s side of the table, instinctively he stands up at well, and you wrap your arms around him. He’s quick to crush you into a hug back.

“Also, I’ve missed our talks, I have new music to show you AND I beat my high score on my game!”

Sam quietly whispers and you let out a little laugh and smile, even though you know it’ll take a little bit more for you to break out your habits, you’re happy you’ve got a friend there to help you along the way.

“So! What should we do, farmer?”

Sam grins at you and puts a thumbs up. You laugh at the nickname and take a second to think.

“I need to write a letter to my parents, and maybe if I have the effort, I’ll plant some seeds tomorrow.”

Sam nods and puts up an okay sign.

“If you want, I can go to Pierre’s and buy the seeds you need while you get busy writing?”

You smile at Sam and nod, quickly scribbling down a list of the summer seeds you need and handing over the money he’ll need. You walk to the door and see him pick up his skateboard as he turns to wave.

“Be back soon! You better get writing!”

You turn into your house with a smile, grabbing a pen and paper before sitting at the table. You’re thankful for your visit from Sam, and even more thankful for everything that he’s willing to do for you, his friend.

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[callmearcturus]

Do you have any advice for finding people to write fanfic with? You talk all the time abt your collabs with punct and it sounds like in addition to providing a second opinion, the two of you really help motivate each other to keep working on stuff :)

UUUUUUh I am uniquely not the person to ask this I think, lmao. Instead of "coauthor" lets say "collaborators," because that's much more common for me.

Because for the PT Benji AU, that one is pretty unique. Punct had the initial idea and I think we haggled a bit over "well SOMEONE has to write this, the idea is so fucking good" and I started turning the brainstorming sessions into an outline. Then because I know Punct and their skill level, I jsut started.... Poking them to hop in and directly help? And that submission scene two(?) chapters ago, I just fully asked them to take a swing at writing it and I'd revise, which worked fabulously. Hell, just last night, Punct reworked the outline for the last 2 chapters of act one, and it's amazing.

For me, cowriting is difficult because, uh, my speed and intensity. As you may surmise, I write Very Fucking Fast and I have a lot of ideas about the Process, so I often feel like... Roping someone in to work with me is a huge ask.

You know all those posts you see about how writing is a slog and how blank word documents stare back at you and, like, that genre of post? I don't relate to those. When I am entrenched in a project, I often have to STOP writing or I risk literal physical injury. (My worst injury came from writing TSAD, never fucking let ANY human type at that speed, folks.)

I am, frankly, a freak. So as we started collaborating, I told Punct "hey bruh, I know that I am like really intense and i work very fast, please know I DO NOT expect that from you, okay." And reiterated it a few times. /looks over at Punct. So they better keep it in mind!

Anyway, enough conceited clarification, onto the point of your question.

How do you find people to create stuff with.

The number one thing that I will keep saying until I am blue in the fucking face is: post positive stuff you are interested in.

I do not hateread. I try to keep drama to a minimum on Tumblr. When I see opinions and takes I disagree with, I tend to post alternative takes in a hopefully positive manner instead of trying to take down others. I think there is a big habit in fandom for people to go "UGH why are people posting X when they should post Y." And that bitching never actually gets you more Y, it just makes everyone less excited about creating stuff.

When you are looking for collaborative souls, you are looking for people excited about creating stuff. So you need to telegraph that's what you're into in a constructive way. But I think an unfortunate pitfall a lot of people fall into is... Just announcing it.

When I got into Mission Impossible, I didn't do a lot of "hey I'm into MI now, pls come talk to me about it." Instead, I started making posts of why I was into it. Here's some batshit stunt facts, here is a treatise on Ghost Protocol's deep unorthodox streak, look at these pics of Ethan from Fallout.

They're like setting out treats. Sometimes, you lure in people who are willing to say "yes, and." And when you find those people, you keep track of them and see if they continue to be willing to play with you. Then you sidle up and go "so can I pitch you on an AU." And you put them in a cardboard box and carry them away to Discord.

There's more I could say, like how sometimes I try writing towards specific people (like how KTOWL was written at @thedoublepp and I feel like I learned a tremendous amount by doing that) and honing writing based on that, buuuut this post is long.

#long post #talking about writing

[kurisus]

Noragami reread: Volume 3 & 4 thoughts

The next installment!

Fascinating how Yato swings Sekki at Nora as a "get out of my way" threat, but after she leaves he reveals he was just bluffing, and neither he nor Yukine say they ever want to do that (threaten to kill someone) again. Remember when in the anime he made Yukine kill that ayakashi girl? Reminding you for no reason in particular.

Since 3 is the Yukine volume, there's just a lot that ties into what happens once you learn his past...his constant feelings of abandonment manifesting as resentment toward everyone around him, Hiyori being the first one to name their relationship as father and son, the explicit paralleling of Manabu and Yukine as kids who were ostracized...Just pretty much everything about this volume hurts much worse when you know Yukine's past. Also, when the themes are consistent 🤌

I am so mentally ill over Yato and Yukine's relationship you wouldn't believe. They helped each other in the ways they always needed to be helped. Yato wishing he had someone who wouldn't leave him while Yukine is realizing the ones he had did leave him...I'm beating my fists against the ground. Oh my GOD this volume is a doozy.

I'm still curious about Nora attacking Hiyori after not paying attention to her at first. She only talked to Yato and Yukine, then shows up with an army of wolves to kill Hiyori. I assume she mentioned these companions to Father and he put her up to it? But then, why give up after only one attempt? When Nora attacks Yukine later in the series, it was something she did out of jealousy, not because Father told her to. (In fact, doesn't he scold her for it?)

Volume 4 picks right back up with the consistent foreshadowing/theme repetition I've observed. Mayu tells Yukine, "Be careful. The darkness is always right beside you." and he shudders, reflecting on the word "darkness." Yukine hates the dark, and hates giving in to his dark side, so this statement both shows his honest effort to improve and how, despite his intentions, it will overtake him again. Man.

The very next page, Mayu tells him to protect his master for his name's sake, and Yukine agrees to stake his name of "Yuki" on it. Thinking ahead, he was always motivated to protect Yato. But Yato went ahead with self-sacrifice anyway, and so Yukine's name wasn't good enough. He lost his stake, and had to search for a new name. I'm going to cry and this volume has barely started.

Yukine reflecting on Hiyori parting ways with him and not remembering him after hearing Suzuha's story makes me want to blow up.

The last thing for this volume is that interestingly, Kugaha's hair seems to be colored as black in his first appearance. In his later appearances, it's more two-toned. By the last chapter of this volume, it's fully light. Just an observation.

Here's some more quick Discord thoughts:

#live update #Noragami reread #GoodbyeNoragami

[seek--rest]

what do you like and dislike about ffh

FFH is an average MCU movie and a bad Spider-Man movie that— to me— exemplifies everything bad about MCU Peter in a way that made HOCO worse in retrospect and is why NWH had to do so much heavy work in soft rebooting the franchise in the first place.

The Good

MJ had more to do in this movie than she did in HOCO which is a step up, but most of what happened with and around her is Bad. But, bare minimum she actually had speaking lines that went beyond (solely) quips so there’s that.

She was also in the FOS, albeit briefly and proved all our theories that she figured it out / knew his secret. I liked that.

The bridge kiss slaps sorry. It was completely unearned and everything leading up to that as a climax for them is Bad but the kiss itself? The music? The happy little skip? Chef’s kiss.

The Ned and Betty romance was cute and very high school. I liked it.

Flash Thompson was actually perfect in this movie. So many people can’t ever shut the fuck up about how HOCO Flash is “mean” to Peter and while he’s a bit of a dick, he’s still a dick in FFH but it feels more playful. The scraps of Peter looking unbothered as he jokes with him in the hotel, of Flash trying to talk to him on the bus (before Peter knocks him out), the PERFECT line of asking his driver where his parents are??? Tony Revolori you will be avenged.

Peter took hit after fucking hit in this movie and ✨ walked it off ✨ for all the iron boy jr complaints (which are mostly unearned from canonical context), Peter proves yet again that at the end of the day he does not and has never needed Stark’s tech and toys to get the job done.

THE BRIDGE SCENE WHEN HE ALMOST GOT SHOT POINT BLANK ARE YOU KIDDING?,,,?????

the final swing sequence at the end was nice

The Bad

where to start, idk maybe the entire premise I hate that Quentin Beck was a SI employee. Why. Why is he connected to Tony. Why is everything about MCU Peter Parker’s life gave to be fucking tied to Tony. If you’re going to do that, at least make it interesting and have Peter push back, question, wonder about Tony’s influence in his life rather than utter blind devotion and fan worship as a proxy for the audience

Also that— FFH was a palate cleanser for the audience post Endgame and Peter’s story suffers for it. Why is he an audience proxy. I fully believe MCU Peter, who saw Tony fucking die right in front of him, would be messed up about it. But from the narrative, that’s the only thing he’s messed up about. Not the fact that he died. Not that the world moved on. Not his own place in that world and with Spider-Man.

Not wanting to be Spider-Man is also really fucking stupid. “But seek didn’t that happen in SM2 and don’t you love that movie” yeah and that was for Peter’s motivations for what HE wanted in a way that built off the first movie, not out of fuvking nowhere and having to squeeze out subtext for why he went from being proud to be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and then wants to suddenly take a break. He died in space and I can absolutely argue that’s why (and have) but he never actually expresses any emotion similar to that in canon. I’m not a dumb ass I don’t need my hand held but I do need the narrative to actually Say Things and FFH fundamentally doesn’t do That.

You know what else the narrative doesn’t do? Jack shit for MJ. It will FOREVER annoy me that canon not only said “hey Peter likes MJ know just accept it” but that fandom GLEEFULLY accept it what is wrong with all of you. That’s bad! It’s bad writing! It’s bad character work! It’s bad for MJ That her most significant role in this trilogy is Girlfriend. I’m irritated! This could’ve been the perfect movie to have them be friends and to SHOW Peter falling for her instead of just telling us 15 minutes in that Peter really likes MJ. Bitch where! How!!

Ned’s treatment is also a crime. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, the MCU can only handle (3) relationships max and Ned didn’t make the cut for this movie. He was worse than comedic relief I hate it here.

Which also extends to May???? Where did May “cut the bullshit” Parker go???? Instead we get a flighty “hehe packed ur suit xoxo” kind of ditz??? Who is that woman!? Did the Skrulls impersonate her too??? Bad work and bad writing that severely undercut NWH’s impact.

They should never have been in Europe I’ve complained a lot about that and I’m right. It’s a stupid decision that makes zero sense in-world.

The entirety of Happy’s involvement further proves that when it comes to canonical irondad/ironfam, the only person who actually has an onscreen relationship that you don’t have to heavily pull from subtext and projection is Happy Hogan. He’s the one Peter talked to most in HOCO and he’s the one who was there for him in FFH (and most of NWH for that matter). It’s bad because I don’t like Happy fucking Hogan taking more of a narrative priority than May Parker but good at least in that undercuts most of irondad’s delusions that Tony was canonically the most important person in Peter’s life. If anyone was, it was Happy.

Most if not all of MCU Spider-Man’s problems start and end with FFH imo. HOCO wasn’t a perfect movie and there’s some fundamental issues had in it but those could’ve been easily tweaked had FFH not leaned in SO HARD to all its worst impulses. Honestly, NWH would’ve been an entirely different movie had FFH been a better one and I stand by that.

#seek speaks #petermj #spideychelle #petermjane #convinced that the people who love FFH but hate NWH just prove they like bad writing #like NWH has so much bad writing #but FFH was arguably a LOT worse from a character perspective z #at least NWH had Peter acting and responding in a way that gave him agency and responsibility #mj got the short end of the stick throughout the entire trilogy why lie

[prurientpuddlejumper]

Through the bars, part 2

<- Part 1 | Part 3 -> 

Laura Kearney x Travis Hackett

Summary: Laura begs Travis for sex, even though her motives for it are questionable. 

Warnings: NSFW/18+ only! Dubious consent (prisoner seducing captor), Dom/sub vibes, oral sex, p in v sex, unsafe sex (to the point of almost being breeding kink), cuckolding/cheating, just overall super questionable situation

Tagging: @merakiaes ​ (I would ask who else wants to be tagged for Travis x Laura fics but this is prooobably the last chapter?) 

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Max slept long and deep the next morning, exhausted by the change, and he kept sleeping soundly even when Travis – Sheriff Hackett – brought breakfast down. You were lying awake on your cot, untangling the information overload from last night. He stared at you intently with those dark eyes, as if trying to determine something. His lids rode heavily down his eyes, his entire bearing weathered with exhaustion from the long night.

“What?” you snapped before your cheeks got any hotter.

He lowered the tray of food to the floor, slid it under the bars, and left without saying anything.

“Weirdo.”

A half-hour later came the familiar clicking of his shoes back down the stairs to retrieve the tray. It was routine after a month of imprisonment, usually done in cold silence. This morning, he gave a friendly smile as he took it. Then frowned and nodded gravely as he turned to leave.

Then he pivoted on his heel, and with a voice softened by nervous energy, asked, “Do you want to shower?”

If you had been drinking coffee, it would have sprayed out your mouth.

Not that he didn’t normally let you shower, but the way he asked… He had no idea how to act around you anymore. Which, granted, was confusing for you, too, at this point. Were you enemies? Allies? Lovers? But you delighted in the rare occasions when he got flustered, perhaps because only one thing seemed to faze him.

“I see,” you purred, letting your hips swing like a pendulum as you took a few steps toward the bars. Your fingers popped loose a button on your shirt. “You want to see me naked, that it?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “What?”

“That pat-down you gave me last night…. You wanted to keep going, didn’t you? Wanted to fuck me...”

“That wasn’t—just so you can clean the blood off—you don’t…” his flustered rambling trailed off. “Oh.”

You suddenly stood straighter.

A smug smile tugged the curve of his lips. “You were thinking about it.”

How dare he read you like a book? “N-no!” You definitely weren’t imagining his hands and what they could do to you all night. He was supposed to be wrapped around your finger, dammit! “It’s just…” you resumed your coquettish act, “now would be the perfect time to fuck me, while Max is sleeping it off.”

A frown darkened his features. “Max, your boyfriend,” he arched an accusing brow.

“Yeah. Kind of. I guess.” You fixed him with a glare. “He isn’t much of my anything right now since you locked us in separate cells. I have needs.” Now it was your turn to arch a brow. “Why? Are you jealous?”

He looked away, ears flushing a ridiculous shade of pink that all his grumpiness couldn’t stop from showing. You had fully opened your shirt and leaned close to the bars, drawing a lithe finger over a pink nipple until it stood erect, inviting him to touch. His eyes were drawn to it involuntarily, then darted away in bitter self-restraint.

“You’re just trying to get me to drop my guard. Don’t think just because I fell for your...” He swallowed, looking aroused and vaguely disgusted with himself. “If you think seducing me will help you get out of here, forget it.”

“You can’t blame a girl for trying. We’re your prisoners.” You cocked out a hip in a defiant pose, maintaining the sensual pout on your lips.

Something collapsed in his features. His lip curled in anger, then fell, and he took a step backward. You watched as part of him broke at the realization that he had been a creep, taking advantage of someone he had drugged and confined in a cell who would do anything it took to survive. Which… was true. But he looked so devastated that a pang of sympathy ripped through your heart.

“Hey. Come on. I didn’t mean…”

He shook his head. “The only reason you let me touch you was desperation to escape.”

“That’s not the only reason. Come on. Max is asleep. Do you want me to beg?”

His head shot up. He glanced over your naked chest and flushed skin, and noticed your eyes were dilated. A sly expression crept over his features. “Yes,” he said. “I want you to beg.”

“Seriously?”

He strode slowly up to the bars until his face was inches from yours. Instead of focusing on your breasts like a slobbering, needy dog, as you’d come to expect, he stared steadily into your eyes. “You want me to fuck you? Beg me for it. Tell me exactly how much you want me, and I will consider it.”

It was difficult not to blink in the intensity of that stare so close to your face, but you wouldn’t let him think he’d won. You locked onto his eyes like two bucks locking antlers, forcing your voice to steady. “Fine. I haven’t gotten any in a month, and I’d really like you to fuck me. Ok?”

“Not good enough.”

You growled in frustration. “Please? I want you. Would you please fuck me?”

“Would you please fuck me…?” he said in a leading tone.

“Would you please fuck me, sheriff? Sir?” You didn’t hide your sarcastic sigh.

He hummed with satisfaction anyway. “That’s the most polite you’ve ever been. Suits you.”

“I was very polite when you interrogated me, fuckface!”

His eyes narrowed and he flinched reflexively at the insult, but after a second, he softened into a low chuckle. “You do a shit job at begging. Hows about I come back later?” He pretended he was going to walk away, and you were desperate enough to take the bait and call out to stop him.

“I’m sorry, sheriff,” you pouted. “Please? I’d really like you to stay and…” You bit your lip, glancing down at the obscene tent between his legs.

He smirked triumphantly. “Alright. You win.”

It seemed very much like he was winning, but you were so fucking horny and desperate to feel him that you left out the sarcastic retort.

“Hands through the bars.”

“Are you kidding?!”

“Hey. This doesn’t mean I trust you. Cuffs or nothing.”

You growled in annoyance but dutifully presented your hands for him to cuff together. Cold metal bit into your wrists – they were on securely.

“Take your pants off and kneel on the bed, facing the wall.”

“You already cuffed me!” you complained.

His only response was silence and a pitiless gaze. Eventually, you gave a resigned huff, and began awkwardly working down your pants, trying not to think of how much he was enjoying your humiliation.

You crawled onto the thin prison cot, knees shoulder-width apart, and lowered yourself onto your elbows, showing him your ass and pussy on full display. You tried not to think about how helpless you would be when he came into the cell to fuck you, handcuffed and in this submissive pose. You swallowed hard, beads of sweat starting to prick your forehead. A throb of pain jabbed through your bloodied eye socket and you winced, wondering why you were asking for more punishment.

Did you really think doing this was going to help you escape?

Of course you did. If you started having sex with him, there was no way he’d keep you locked up forever. If you kept giving yourself to him willingly, it would begin to feel like a real relationship… then he would have to give you your freedom. He would have to help you, and in turn, let you help Max. Imagine cuddling together after the act, so affectionate and comfortable that he fell asleep in your arms. You could take his keys and gun easily, then.

The cell door squealed open on rusty hinges, and you heard his footsteps enter. He stood behind you silently for one moment, then two. The sound of a zipper opening. More silence. It felt like forever that he was standing behind you, breathing. You almost snarled something impatiently at him, but found your throat too tight for banter.

It was an eternity, not knowing what he was going to do. How rough he might be. You had made yourself utterly powerless to a man driven so mad by lust he couldn’t control himself – who had stopped listening to his rational inner cop that told him this was a trap, or at best, wildly unethical. But you thought about how he made you beg for it, and something warmed in your chest, unbidden. He didn’t want to force you into anything. He was afraid enough that you didn’t want it – that you were using him. Which you were.

Then he knelt, and his hot breath tickled your inner thigh. The fine hairs stood on end. One large hand gripped above your knee and spread your legs wider. You flinched in surprise at the touch, letting out a soft whimper as the heat of his breath grew closer. He inhaled slowly and deeply, then let it out over the next few seconds.

Your cheeks felt hot as blood. Was he sniffing you?

“H-hey, what are you—”

His tongue darted out, and your back arched with a soft, startled yelp. His tongue glided deftly between your folds, parting them. You had expected him to shove his hard cock roughly inside you right away – that he would be too desperate to hold back once you’d given him the opportunity. He seemed like the type to savor exerting power over someone helpless, you thought, cynically. But even now, he was bruising his own knees on the concrete floor to pleasure you.

He let out an obscene, hungry whimper as he leaned forward again, tongue sliding over your throbbing flesh, his vocalizations deepening as the taste of your arousal coated his tongue. He licked a stripe up to your clit and teased it for a while, making you fight to keep from crying out again, then slipped it down into your pussy, probing in as far as he could reach, stretching your entrance open. He continued alternating fucking you with his slithering tongue, then withdrawing it to return to your clit, coated with your slick.

The sensation was too much as his tongue played back and forth over the throbbing bud – this time, a cry burst from your lips, and you fell forward onto the stinking mattress, burying your face in the cushion. Max would hear. Please stay asleep, you prayed. Don’t wake up. But a devious, sadistic part of you didn’t really care. Somehow the thought of him listening, burning with jealousy and lonely need, only made the throb between your legs pulsate harder and hotter.

You moved your hips to increase the friction from Travis’s tongue. He dipped his tongue into your cunt again, and you whined. It felt good, but nothing like the explosion of sensation when he was lapping at your clit. He switched again, a few times more, and each time he returned to your clit you gave a desperate cry of pleasure and relief, gyrating your hips eagerly. He was relatively quick to catch on to your signals. Just before you were about to husk a breathy order, he began focusing all of his attention on your clit, circling it with his tongue like a wolf circling its prey.

The jail was filled with his lewd slurping, which drowned out everything else. Underneath it, you could swear you heard a grumbling, miserable voice coming from the next cell, but it might have just been your imagination. Travis tilted his head beneath you to get a better angle, closed his lips around your entire clit, and sucked as vigorously as he had sucked your tits. Your mind went blank.

“Fuck, yesss,” you breathed out, panting and thick with lust as your hips bucked and your thighs tried to close around his face to hold him against your sweet spot. “Yes – oh god, please!”

He groaned into you, and you thought he must have had some snide, smug comment on his tongue, but it was occupied and wouldn’t be diverted from its task. He sucked harder, letting out muffled noises of gratitude and hunger, his tongue flicking over your swollen, aching bud. The relentless suction drove the pitch of your pleasure to unbearable heights as it increased your sensitivity, and his tongue wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t… stop… Oh god. You gasped over and over, each breath coming out a sob. Then with one wracking wail, your thoughts blanked, your vision whited out, the dirty prison cot disappeared, and you were just floating for what felt like an eternity and yet no time at all. The next thing you remembered, you were bucking your hips wildly into Sheriff Hackett’s mouth, crying out loud and unrestrained for more – more! Don’t stop!

You didn’t have time to kick yourself for being so pathetic. He was on you before your inner walls had finished the aftershocks of their convulsions, his hard cock burning against your twitching entrance. He rubbed it through your slit a few times, bathing it in your slickness, drawing out new moans when it nudged your overworked clit. Then he drew back, his hips slammed forward, and he was inside you with a single, ruthless thrust, groaning as he bottomed out.

“Fuck!” You shouted in a mix of pleasure, pain, and surprise. So much for him being gentle. He was fucking you now – exploiting his power to use your body without any concern for your comfort, just as you thought he would from the start.

Except you were so wet, your pussy so eager for him, that his sudden entrance met only the slightest resistance, the stretch only painful to the degree that highlighted and enhanced the pleasure. Or maybe it was all pleasure, and you had just expected pain. You were usually the one in control with Max, and surrendering it was odd. Odd, but sort of… intoxicating.

Your dazzled brain couldn’t distinguish pain from pleasure, right from wrong anymore. You kept crying out, moaning and sobbing, with each thrust of his hips. He hung on to you, slapping his bony hips against the round of your ass in a perverse symphony of slapping and squelching and lurid vocals, accompanied by the rhythmic jangling of keys. He never took off his belt, and the gun’s holster prodded your side on particularly deep thrusts. Long fingers marked your hips, leaving bruises where they dug deep into your flesh, using them like handles to pull himself against you.

His breath came harder and more ragged with each thrust until his stoic silence broke, and he was murmuring in shaky whispers. Nonsense at first, just garbled swears and apologies, but then he leaned over your back and was panting in your ear, “Shit… you feel so good… Please, please, I need to touch you… need to feel you…”

His hands wandered up your body, slipping under your shirt, trailing over your torso, and lingering as they reached your breasts. You worried your lower lip between your teeth as your body responded to his touch, the now-familiar pleasure of his fingers teasing your nipples. Arousal dripped down your sopping wet thighs, and you felt him shudder inside you.

“What am I doing?” he gasped in a sudden crisis of guilt, though you noted that his hips never faltered in their desperate rhythm. “Fuck, what am I…” he groaned, palms kneading your breasts. His head bowed, breath hot and broken in your ear. “I’m sorry. Fuck…Fuck!” His teeth clamped down on your shoulder hard enough that, had you taken your shirt off, it would have drawn blood, and the rest of his words devolved into guttural moaning. His hips frenzied, snapped against your ass once more with a ringing slap, and then went still. He gasped at once, pulling his cock from you in time to spatter your thighs with several drops of sticky white seed, the remains of his ejaculation, which had been spent mostly inside you.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered.

Normally you were on birth control and wouldn’t have worried much. But you hadn’t been taking your pills since you were… you know… in captivity.

Fuck.

Warm cum dribbled out of you slowly. You bit down the urge to scream, “You fucking idiot!” (This was all to get him on your side, remember?) A shudder of panic twisted your stomach, mixed with a concerning amount of pride. The plan was still going smoothly. If you were pregnant with his child… he would definitely let you go then.

He remained bowed over you for a few long moments, whispering, “Sorry… Oh god, I’m sorry,” until his breath began to hitch. His hands caressed over your belly, tender and possessive, for a brief moment, and you knew he was thinking about it, too. He concealed a sniffle in a deep inhale, then rose quickly, leaving you feeling horribly alone. He backed out of the cell, and the sound of the key clicking in the lock hit you harder than you could have imagined.

You turned in time to see him wipe off his cock with a handkerchief and tuck himself back into his uniform pants. All the detached, annoyed-cop professionalism was back in his manner.

“Are you at least going to let me fucking shower?”

He stared at you, outwardly calm, but with quiet desperation building in his eyes. His jaw tensed. A flash of tongue darted out to moisten his lips. “Yeah,” he croaked. “Clean yourself up.”

“Christ.” You shook your head, not allowing yourself to snarl in anger or to let him see the tears pricking at the back of your eyes over how quickly his warmth toward you had evaporated. “There must be a pharmacy in town, yeah? Just buy some Plan B; it’s not that hard.”

You could see the gears in his head turning, and he nodded finally.

When he returned you to your cell after an unmolested shower, he muttered a promise of getting your pills from the pharmacy. You listened to his footsteps retreating, following their path in the mental map of the station you had plotted out in your mind over the last four weeks, until they reached the front door and silence fell. The cot creaked a complaint beneath you as your weight slumped onto it.

Max’s voice calling out from the next cell was the last thing you wanted to hear at that moment.

“Did – did he say Plan B? Laura… what the fuck?”

“Max, I—”

“What the hell did he do to you?!” Fury shook his voice, which sounded cartoonishly small in the hollow acoustics of the cells.

“I’m sorry. I’m doing whatever it takes to get us—”

“You’re letting that guy rape you! Please, don’t... don’t you dare say it’s for us. Please. There’s gotta be another way.”

“I don’t care if you don’t understand! Ok? I got us into this; I’m going to get us out. I can fix this. I don’t care if you hate me. I can save you.”

“Fuck, Laura!” he shrieked. “No! Not like this. That sleazy cop pervert will not get away with putting his hands on you. No. I’m not going to let you be raped so you can save me!”

“JUST SHUT UP, MAX!” You were trembling at the force of your scream, heart racing. The jail fell silent, ringing in the echo.

“Ok,” he said softly, after a time. It sounded like he was coaxing a fragile bird with a broken wing. “Ok. I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready. Just… I’m here. I’m right here if you need me. If you need to talk about it. Since that’s about all I can do,” he finished bitterly, raging against his impotence, his inability to protect you. Ragged, unsteady breathing began to emanate from his cell, which you recognized as silent sobbing.

Your face was wet with tears, half of them stinging with blood.

That’s not the problem, Max… you thought with a shudder. I just can’t stand to hear you talk about him that way.

Oh fuck. You weren’t supposed to be getting protective and emotional over him. He was just some dirty, perverted cop, and you were just exploiting his weakness. You were in control. You were supposed to be in control.

Then why were you the one begging him to touch you? And why couldn’t you get the gentleness of his calloused hands or the smoky scent of coffee and Jim Beam out of your mind? Why did it feel so good to see his defenses crumble, and why did it hurt so deeply when he made it clear how little he cared about you beyond sex?

Oh fuck.

Your plan to seduce Travis Hackett was royally backfiring.

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Banshee part 2

An- welcome back! Thank you all on the support from my Little Pilot. It gives me so much motivation to keep making these hoping you all get entertained by my writing.I Love writing this stuff for y'all.

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Summary- After Y/N was taken she learned quickly that friendship is important when suffering. Something she never wanted to understand.

Warnings - stalk home syndrome, blood, panic attacks, crying, lots of Pain on my behalf

Paring- Henry creel/ 001 x reader

1959 --

Its been a few weeks after you Came to the Lab. After numerous of exhaustion experimence they finally cut your hair fully. You were sad but saw they did the same to the young boy who was there.

After Brenner figured out your power you were treated with my care. Even Brenner was close to you, at some point you started to actually call him Papa and think of him as family.

But eventually your name was erased. You were tattooed with 000 on your wrist, They called you Zero. And for once it felt like you weren't even human. You would be constantly tired. Every time you saw 001 he looked just as tired, but when you were in the Rainbow Room you found friendship was the only thing you had.

"You need to turn left and then right to continue" peter looked back at you, you were already Frustrated by the maze. You quickly restart following his rules and soon enough you were gliding through like it was no problem

"Thanks peter" you smile as you complete the maze, you looked over to him as he continued to draw. As you got up and looked over he stopped.

"What?" He looked over to you as you sat down.

"A spider?" You look down at the paper and turn your head

"That's cool" you get up again and walk over to the maze, doing it again. Peter turned around to look at you again, he was confused you liked or even was okay with spiders.

"So... How did you end up here" peter gets up to sit down next to you. At this point you didnt know how you Use or control your abilities. You didn't even know what it all meant. You didnt know why Peter was there or if he was just like you.

"Well... Uhm i did something not really good. Papa heard it and...well" you stop rolling the ball around and sit down comfortably. As you slow your words you look down, small tears falling.

"I'm sorry. If it makes you feel better my mom always knew...but she didnt like what I was-" before he could finish security guards come in abruptly.

"Number One please step away from her" one if the guards holds his hands out as another one slowly walks behind the kids.

"What why?" Peter was confused about it all, he looked down at you to see you worried and afraid, you picked your feet up into the couch, hiding in your knees.

"P-please i won't do it againn...I'm j-j-just a lit-tle sad" you stutter as you weep, the guards slowly approaching, Peter wraps an arm around you and as his hand lifted up the guards in front of him flew away, smacking against the tile walls and falling to the floor.

As you slowly looked up and began to turn you saw the other guard, with another quick swing he lifts the guard up and throws him back against the mirror, only cracking it as he fell to the ground. A small amount of blood fell down his nose.

You slowly look up at the boy who still had his arm around you. He looks down at you and whips his nose with one arm. On instinct you begin to cry more. Leaning into the older boy with tears falling down your face. He gets semi grossed out as he almost pushes you away

"NUMBER ONE?" Brenner walks into the room seeing the injured guards slowly starting to get up.

He looks over at you crying and a worried look is spreading across all their faces

"Number one. Please let her go and slowly back up" he slowly walks to the two.

Peter holds onto you more, as you cried into his arms, he didnt understand why they were afraid of This Little girl who cried into his arms.

"Papa... Those men were trying to hurt me...I just got a little sad" you slowly look up wiping your tears away.

"What made you sad Zero?" He crouches down in front of you two reaching his arms out to you, as you slowly pull away from Peter you speak again

"My momma...and my dad" As you wiped your nose you hugged Brenner him hugging back and looking at the confused henry. As he pats your back he speaks again

"Its alright you two. I understand you both were scared from recent events...number One they won't hurt you." As he walks away with you the guards come and guide Peter out. Brenner takes you to another test room and sits you down

"You're controlling your abilities well" he sat across from you, giving you tissues to clean up more.

"Now what made you sad again, don't worry you can cry" he gets his clip board out ready to write.

"I started crying because I thought about my family. But then the guards came and Pe-number one protected me. I got scared though. I didnt know he could do that" you sit comfortably on the small chair, trying to calm down.

"I'm sorry, I never told you His abilities out of thought that you might get confused. Might be scared of him as well. He doesn't know about you, so he was confused why our guards wanted to keep him away" brenner holds out his hand, holding onto your yours as you only got more confused.

"But why, I'm not Scary, I'm doing better" you whine a little, kicking your feet and pulling your hand away.

"I know zero. Right now you're weak though, you can't control everything and we don't understand who you are yet. "

"Or what I am.." You look up at him with sad eyes.

"No no, we know you are as human as me, as human as the guards and nurses here, you just have these special abilities we need to understand" after a few minutes of cheering you up a nurse comes to take you to bed.

Brenner goes to find Peter.

"Number One..." Brenner walks in the room, more cold and heartless.

"Papa..." He says slowly

"Why would attack our guards"

"Because they were going to hurt Zero, she's only a little girl she can't do anything against them" Peter only got more angry

"No Number one. You do not understand, the day we found you we found her by accident, her father led us to her, she can sense death and when You killed your family she knew. She felt them die and she knew where to find them... I'm explaining this to you so You Understand Number one."

"Understand what, so she can't control her powers like me but at least let her Mourn her family and be sad" peter goes to stand up, but brenner slams his hand down on the table next to him.

"No! The more we know about this the more useful she is, I know its sad boy but think about how much time she saves when people go missing. When we test her she Revealed these things Boy and You Need to understand that this isn't about you. Or what you can do"

Peter sits back down. A thought floats into his mind.

"I can be her friend Ya know, keep her happy here If you trust me enough" Peter smiles and leans forward. Both if them stare at each other for a minute. Having a few more words thrown and then, Peter was guided out by a nurse.

Peter usually thought you were just an annoying kid who was blessed with the ability you had, but some how whenever you got sad he felt like it was his job to cheer you up, not because he made a deal with Papa but because he felt bad, it was probably his fault you were found out. He could of let you live free.

It was more experimenting time. A few doors down was a man with a cat locked in a box. An item was placed on your head to track your brain waves. As you talked to Brenner you became increasingly more uncomfortable. You started to feel sad as you went through more and more random tests

"Papa...." You said quietly interrupting the nurses next task

"Yes Zero" he looked up putting down his clip board

"Go check on Tommy..." You say moving your feet Innocently in the chair.

"Tommy?...where is tommy Zero?" Brenner looks at you confused

"10 doors to the left papa... " you point out the door.

Brenner sends a guard to go to said room, brenner continues to right about what you're thinking. A few minutes later the Security guard comes back with the Cook Tommy being held.

"He was...he was about to Kill of the test animals..." Brenner slowly turns his head back to you, a small smile was planted ok you face. Brenner left to deal with the matter as the nurses helped you leave. Later on Brenner came back, asking you about the situation, he knew you could sense Death but didn't get to test.

As he questioned you more and more he Found out You did have a sense for death, knowing the feeling of death before it happens to others and knowing when it already had taken a soul. As you described your experience to him before your kidnappeing it all connected. Feeling intense emotions of sadness made you scream. That was something Brenner didnt want to touch on until you can fully control your emotions first.

"Hello One" you walked into the rainbow room again, looking at the boy taking his break.

"Hello zero" he looks up from the small couch and waves to you.

"How are you today?" You sit on the floor next to him. At this point its been a couple months of bonding, you both are very much now friends even though he sometimes gets annoyed with you.

"I'm just a little tired today. How are you, still a cry baby?" He laughs at his own joke, you look up and throw a random toy at him, him using whatever power he had to catch it midair and throw it back at you, bonking it on your head.

"Ouch!" You hold your own head for a second, once you out your arms down One gets up and pats your head.

"You're really mean One...and for your only friend you're extra mean" you stick your tongue out at him, only to watch him laugh and stand up.

"Who said we were friends" he smiles as stands up, flattening out his white clothes and walking to another area of the room.

"How rude!" You pick up a random ball and throw it back at him. He once again catches it and and letting it drop to the floor instead, wiping his bloody nose away.

For the rest of your break you two went around making small jokes and talking. It was a good few months.

As the years went by Papa found a way to separate you two, You were surrounded by nurses, your tests let you grow out some of your hair and you even got better at controlling your own abilities. The doctors semi praised you, you were good to them as they were kind to you.

But for Peter... He was only trouble. His deal of looking after you was torn away once he heard about the plans about more children, he would disobey, use his powers in order to try and escape and hurt. He was never really allowed to speak to you after that.

1962

"Zero... Someone wants to meet you" one of the nurses peeps out from your door, as you slowly get up and follow her down the halls you're greeted with a baby.

"Zero...this is Number two" another nurse holds the baby. Sitting down to show you.

You had no clue there was thoughts of other children joining

"A....a baby?" You took a small step back.

"Isn't he cute?" The nurse who initially brought you there tried to stop you. But you stormed off in a fit of rage.

They couldn't get new kids. Does that mean they had the same Fate, the same parents dying in front of them only to be taken by these people. Will papa hate you now? Throw you aside like 001

All these thoughts running through your mind as you ran, but then you ran into a solid figure. You fell back but was caught before you could smack your head against the ground.

"Y/n?" Your eyes meet Peters who slowly drops you in the ground

"Peter?!" You stand up and hug him abruptly.

Hes confused but hugs back slightly

"Uh hi?". Its been years since the two of you had the slightest bit of contact.

He looks down at you watching as your tears flowed down your face

'She's still like this' he thought to himself. Hes become more cold over the three years of being separated from most of the people who worked at the lab, and you.

"Papa...he...there's another one.." You sniffle in the boys chest, trying to compose yourself in front of your old friend.

"oh...you just found out. How sad" One pushes you away and begins to walk away

"Peter wait... I know I haven't spoke to you in forever and I'm sorry, I was so used to being treated kindly by the staff I couldn't ever see you. But please you have to help me get out papa has taken another kid, like me, like us we need to leave" you whisper at the end reaching out to hold into his arm.

He slowly turns and grabs your shoulders, turning you And walking into a closet and shutting the door.

"Oh now you're on board, for the past two years I've been planning But You're sweet papa has been separating us and torturing me everyday." peter pushes you more against the wall of the small closet getting more in your face

"I made a deal with him, only for you and him to go behind my back so You Could live a better life in this stupid hell hole. But now you want my help because the brought a baby?"

"Peter please. You don't under-"

"No Zero you dont understand... There's been more and more plans for children, ya wanna know why, because IM not in use anymore, I'm getting older I can't be controlled, how do you think they will continue this all? They used my blood to eventually make that baby you saw into something just like us" peter shoves you one last time into the wall, about to walk away again.

" PETER please.... Please we can leave, we can stop what they are doing, we can Live and be Free.." You grabbed his hand again, pulling him back. Those words floating in his head, Free... Live free. Peter pulls away and grabs your hand, pulling you back out the closet.

"Fine... We go right now then, you already messed up my plans..." You both run down the hallways. Trying to find the stairs to the bottom floor.

"What are you two doing out" a guard comes around the corner stopping you both.

"Uh...I...I needed to pee..."you say awkwardly, Tapping your foot.

"Uhuh...and you 001." The man walks up to the boy. Looking down on him.

"I...I was just talking to her. Its been a while ya know" he looks at you for a second turning back to the guard.

"Why dont i get your papa" the guard goes to turn around but as he does Peter lifts his hand once more pushing the man aside. Hitting him against a corner of the wall.

"Y/n run..." Within seconds another guard comes, as you try running and slams you into the floor. You look up to see Peter getting tazed. He lands on the floor, the other Guard who Peter first attacked got up, he kicked peter making the boy slide across the floor.

As you were being held down peter finds the strength to push the one on top of you off giving you time to run.

Instead you run to him kneeling before hiz body, the three all stand up looking at you two.

"What are you doing Y/n run!" Peter pushes you away more nudging at you to leave him.

Your brain begin to goes fuzzy, as more and more tears pour out of your face, you look at Peter, seeing him beat up, his body still shaking from the shock of the tazer. You look back at the men, one slowly approaching you.

"Please stay back, don't hurt peter" you cry out. The crying being more intense, your breathing not matching a certain pattern anymore. You look down at your lap, noticing how shakey your hands have gotten, the pain you're in the pain you feel from Peter.

As you slowly look back up at the guards your mouth opens. As it opens a Loud Screaching scream escapes. The guards try to back up but in the second that she opened her mouth That same Wave of Pure energy and sound blasted them back. Destroying the ceiling tiles and throwing the men in random spots. One slamming against the corner of the wall, one down the hall the and last on top of the first one. Their ears bleeding slightly.

Peter covers his ears in pure disbelief. He remembers hearing that screech that day. The day Brenner got him. He remembered hearing it down the halls sometimes.

He didnt know it was you, all he knew was that you could sense death. So many things flooded his head but the screaming stopped for a second. When he looked up he saw you on the floor, he gets up and holds onto you, seeing Brenner walk from behind them, more guards and nurses surrounding them.

"Its okay 001...we will help her don't worry, I'm sorry you saw her like this" brenner holds his hands out, finally approching them both and getting a guard to carry the girl. The nurse goes behind Peter, sticking him with something that made him tired. His vision going blurry, and soon enough fully dark.

You wake up in a dimly lit room you look ahead to see peter laying back in a chair.

"Puh-" you try to talk to your friend, your words slipping and fading into nothing.

"P-p...puh" you try again confused and afraid. Your eyes adjust to the lighting as you fully notice the boy, laying back with a bandage against his neck, you reach up and check yours feeling two. One on the side of your neck and one right infront.

"I'm...I'm sorry its my fault zero...I'm so sorry" you look up to the boy trying to speak again, feeling the pain if trying to, tears start running down your face, you get off your seat and try to open the Locked door, beginning to bang on it. You as just an 11 year old couldn't comprehend what just happened. Why you could only make a small wheeze.

"Zero...One, due to your Behavior today we've decided to finally make use of our new technology find. Peter you are no longer able to use your telekinesis... No more dragging those you think are below you around...." You look at peter as you hear Brenner on the large microphone, peter looks as angry as ever you can tell he's trying to break free from the room.

"Zero, I'm sorry but you can not longer sense the things you could before... We will find someone else to hold that gift eventually, oh and your voice will heal soon, the implant just takes a little bit for the body to accept" with that the microphone cuts and he's gone

You begin to cry more, Peter looks at you and his eyes slightly water, the immense guilt he feels just looking at what he got you into.

You try to scream, nothing coming out, trying to do anything you can to make anything more than a wheeze. You grip your throat in desperation trying even harder as the pain of the surgery cuts you more and more. As you only hear the small noises you hold the side of your head. Banging your hands on the side of your body and head, Peter gets up quickly and holds your arms down as you start to panic and flail around. He holds you still as you cry. Trying to calm you enough to stop you hurting yourself.

This was the first day of Hell.

The doctors started taking your Blood more, you could only eat and study. Your voice eventually Healed and you could talk again, your words were quiet and calm, never really raising, the sensor in your throat would shock you if you screamed to even call someone's attention. And as the years went by Papa only had more children.

You would sneak out of your room to hang out with Peter. You two didnt see a use to using your Numbered names because to the children, you didnt exist. You didn't even exist to Brenner anymore.

1963

Until one day, the day Peter thought it was a great idea to convince Papa that You and him should work there. Watching over the Children making them feel safe and loved, teaching them more things the nurses couldn't.

And somehow he succeeded.

#spotify #fanfic #henry creel #peter ballard #stranger things #vecna stranger things #x fem!reader #vecna x reader #vecna's curse #001 x reader #peter ballard x y/n #stranger things x reader #st4 #henry creel x reader #peter ballard x reader

[dangerous-drabbles]

update

i've been putting off writing this, but i can't exactly not, so... i'll try and make this brief.

in short: i've had an epiphany.

(tl;dr at bottom)

i've been writing/brainstorming this fic since november/december last year, and since then, my ideas and understandings of the show and it's characters have evolved. and with them, my plans and understandings for iwf.

i want to be clear: this is not me saying i'm done with iwf, or going on some long hiatus. in fact, it's more the opposite.

having graduated, with summer in full swing, and feeling more sure than ever about where i want to take this fic (as well as remaining fully invested in this fandom), i plan to do more writing than ever before B)

that said: something needs to change.

this fic has been, and continues to be, my baby (besides my ever-growing, yet rarely spoken of, tmnt iteration) for most of the time i've been active in this fandom.

i've long struggled with motivation for big writing projects, but i am resolved to keep with this one because i have a story worth telling. will it be worth reading? who's to say!! (i hope so /gen)

but, as you might've noticed, my more recent updates (especially around the end of arc I) were... bad. maybe not bad-bad, but still bad from a 'technical writing/story' perspective. i struggled a lot with them, and i think that really shows.

i've was trying to figure out why its come to be this way while pushing forward by forcing myself to write, but that didn't work. it wasn't until this week, tuesday, when realization struck me (while watching a video essay, lol).

it made me realize a big part of what was making me unhappy was something i already knew, an issue underlying the fic (and my writing style) as a whole.

with this in mind, i can't keep going forward in the way i had planned.

i'm not gonna go back and change arc I. while the problem is there, especially in the later chapters, i'm early enough on that i can turn things around and (hopefully) root out the problem(s) without any major changes to what i've written/set up so far.

but to do this, i need time.

i know i know i just took a 2-3 week long break, but to pull this off, i need time to prepare and rewrite. i'm halfway through revisions for the arc II outline, and i'll need to heavily revise/rewrite several chapters, plus write some new stuff (since i'm axing the next couple i had planned/written out... rip.)

if all goes well, it shouldn't take longer than two weeks. best case scenario, i get it done in one. we'll see.

until then, i humbly ask for your patience.

as a note:

i could go deep into my inspirations for this fic, where i wanted to go originally, what's changed since then, and especially what brought me to my realization (plus the specifics of said realization) but i said i would try to make this brief, and here we are, [insert amount of words] later.

are you really surprised, though? (/lh)

[if you would like to see me talk more about that (i would absolutely always be down, i love talking about myself /j /lh), feel free to shoot me an ask. in fact, i would beg on my hands and knees, if i were not a silly guy who lives on your computer (/j)]

(tl;dr -- i am not done writing iwf. however, i had a realization that led to me reevaluating my writing and determining that i need to rewrite/revise my arc II outline, and edit/revise/completely rewrite the next several chapters.

this means i am planning to take another week or so off (i am sosososo sorry) to iron everything out and get ahead.

this whole post was me trying to explain the reasoning behind this decision, with an underlying sense of desperate patheticism to match (/j /lh).)

to conclude, i want to say thank you so much for your support, silent or otherwise, from all who have read and (hopefully) enjoyed this fic thus far. i genuinely couldn't do it without you (yes, sun, this includes you /lh.)

especially to my frequent commenters, who i promise i do see and appreciate. you guys are the real mvps <3

i have some really big plans for iwf, and i hope you'll stick around to see them come to fruition (:<

#rottmnt iwf #iwf #it was futile #updates #writing updates #rottmnt it was futile #“i'll try to make this brief” #literally a line later: page break #thats how you know it's not actually “brief” lmao #it's fine; you can find the tl;dr at the bottom #(that i added after i realized nobody wanted to wade through lines and lines of text waxing poetic about my thoughts or whatever /lh) #but i mean if you've stuck with me for this long... you might be used to that (sorry about that haha) #all i'm gonna say else is this: i struggle with perfectionism i will admit #but i know i KNOW i can do better #plus if i just leave some of these problems to fester #they might become really big and apparent in the future #so i'd rather avoid that if possible #remind me to link this later so people know what's up haha /nsrs

[ciaossu-imagines]

Moving right along with the same fandom prompt, onto the very pretty and loved by the admin, Ikemen Revolution! Also, just a reminder that while I am working at getting back into the swing of things, the ask box is open and I fully welcome any opinions you guy have on things I post or fandoms I'm a part of, requests you have, or just comments and chatter with all you lovely readers!

Send me a fandom and I will name a character:

Who I will protect at all costs: Kyle. I surprised myself with this answer a little, thinking right away it was going to be Luka but seriously considering it led me to this answer pretty solidly. Honestly, Kyle is genuinely one of the nicest, most generous, and good-hearted characters in this whole game and I would protect him at all costs.

Who deserves better: Harr. He really got the bad end of the stick, in a lot of ways and for very little reasons. I get it plot wise but my heart broke for him a little every time I saw him on my screen.

Who was killed off too early: Honestly, any and all deaths were pretty plot-centric and needed for backstories and the plot and motivations for each character to really come together so I really can’t think of any senseless deaths for IkeRev or ones that I feel personally shouldn’t have happened.

Who I used to hate but now I love: Edgar. I’ll go further into this further down in the responses, but it’s Edgar and I am pretty sure most people who have played the game can guess why.

Who I used to love but now I hate: Okay, I am going to get some comments here maybe, and please keep in mind that this is just my personal opinion. I don’t even hate him; he’s perfectly okay. But Ray’s was the route I did right away, the character who fascinated me the most and who I initially found the most attractive…and his route is my least favourite one, by a very wide margin.

Who needs to be killed off asap: Nobody. Just make everyone happy and healthy and in good places in their lives, lock people up in jail who need to be, and don’t kill anybody. Please! My heart loves most of these people and character deaths would hit me hard.

Who is unfairly hated: I think the player character can get a lot of flack from some people. While she’s not my favourite otome game protagonist, she’s definitely not the worst and I genuinely think the writers did the best job they could, having to use her as mostly a pilot for the story to get told.

Who is unfairly loved: As with all the other answers to this question for all fandoms, I will say nobody. Everybody has their different tastes and I think it’s fair to love whichever characters catch your fancy!

Who needs to sort out their priorities: Amon. I really almost wish there’d been a route for him as well because I do feel like I personally would have loved to have dug more into what made him the way he is, what his motivations and desires were and why.

Who needs a hug: Zero. Zero needs a lot of hugs, a veritable lifetime of hugs.

Who needs to get out of their current relationship: I feel like Dalim. I haven’t played his route through yet, but just from the spoilers I’ve read and such, I really do wonder what his life would be like or what it would have become had he become acquainted with the Magic Tower.

Who the writers love: I really feel like Ray is really treated as something special, and I’m not knocking anyone who has him as their favourite among the IkeRev men because different strokes for different folks, but I honestly found his route a little boring and his character got stale for me.

Who needs a better storyline: Well, let’s state the obvious here. It’s Blanc. I WANT A BLANC ROUTE SO BAD!!!

Who has an amazing redemption arc: Oh fuck, did Edgar’s route have my emotions on a roller coaster. I really hadn’t been interested at all in playing his route and did it just to get it out of the way, but it truly is one of my all time favourite routes of any otome game.

Who is hot as fuck: It’s honestly a tie between Harr and Sirius for me. I truly love both Kyle and Luka too, but they’re more cute than hot and I am okay with that.

Who belongs in jail: I mean, quite obviously, it’s Amon. I don’t think there’s too many disagreements as to that fact.

Who needs to be revived from the dead: Giving an unexpected answer here…Lancelot’s father. And it’s not so much that I want him revived but that I wish he had never died. The plot of the story would never have happened and I make no argument that Lancelot is not fantastic in the role, but think of how much happier so many of the characters would have been in that case, particularly Lancelot.

#fandom prompt #ikemen revolution #ikerev #lancelot kingsley #amon jabberwock #kyle ash #luka clemence #harr silver #sirius oswald #edgar bright #blanc lapin #ray blackwell #zero #zero ikerev #dalim tweedle

[local-redhead-bookworm]

Tonight’s rant: the scene in the Byers house

I can’t believe we keep rehashing the same thing over and over again and I wanna put my thoughts in a post instead of just in reblogs. No one is saying Billy was in the right for threatening Lucas and beating Steve unconscious, but the scene is heavily influenced by the narrative lens, and Billy’s assumptions are not unreasonable.

TW ahead for physical violence, child abuse, and drug mentions.

We as the audience have a full understanding of the situation. We know Steve doesn’t have any ill intentions toward the kids, we know why all the Byers family isn’t there. We know about the Upside Down and the demogorgons and all that. But Billy doesn’t.

Billy isn’t looking for a fight, in spite of what anyone says. And need I remind you of his exact words on the Byers’ front lawn?

“I don’t know, Harrington. This whole situation, it’s giving me the heebie jeebies. My thirteen-year-old sister goes missing all day, then I find her with you, in a stranger’s house. And you lie to me about it.”

Steve has a reputation for getting around, and was recently ditched by Nancy. There are three other boys there and not a single Byers at the Byers residence. The house is a wreck, a window is broken, and drawings are taped everywhere. It probably looks like a drug ring or something equally suspicious.

Steve swings first. Yes, I said it. And Billy swings back and kicks Steve while he’s down but, as others have said, Billy fights dirty because he fights for his life. If he doesn’t want Steve to come after him again, he makes sure he stays down.

Then he gets inside and out of these kids, the only one who he recognizes is Lucas, the one who he knows has made Max angry. Regardless of whether or not you think Billy’s statement toward Lucas is racially motivated (which I don’t), the fact remains that Billy has seen Lucas upset Max.

He goes too far with Lucas, I’ll freely admit that. It’s another echo of Neil’s treatment of Billy, and as others have gotten into, Billy expects everyone to act like Neil. He’s in the wrong, but his actions are coming from his experience with his father, which is the only thing he has to go off.

Then Steve pulls him off Lucas and tells him, “Get out.” Of course Billy isn’t leaving without Max. To his mind, violence is the only course left. He’s not justified in pummeling Steve unconscious, but as mentioned before by others, Steve fights with the assumption that his opponent will acknowledge a loss and leave. Billy fights dirty because he learned from his home life that it ends when your opponent doesn’t (or can’t) fight back.

Then Max stabs him with the syringe. Did she even know what was in that syringe? Did she see it get used on Will? Or was she just fully prepared to inject Billy with something that could kill him? Not to mention stabbing him in the neck, which is incredibly dangerous.

He’s already down when she threatens him with the bat. Even just embedding it in the floor between his legs sent a clear enough message. But her words “Say you understand! Say it. SAY IT!!” is a direct parallel to Neil’s “Isn’t that right? ISN’T THAT RIGHT?!” and the “Max, say it. SAY IT!!” from Billy earlier in the season. Billy’s quiet “I understand” is almost an exact copy of his “yes, sir” from earlier in the show. It’s not a badass moment for Max, it shows how both of them are caught in the cycle of abuse that Neil started.

TL;DR: Billy wasn’t right to hurt Steve and Lucas, but the assumptions he makes are reasonable and his actions are coming from his warped expectations thanks to abuse. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things analysis #max mayfield #steve harrington #tw abuse #tw drug mention #my posts